#mama steve

[munsonfamilyband]

I am a HoH Steve truther and I also firmly believe that he had to he dragged to get checked out the first time (Eddie said it was a date and he drove them to the ear doctor where Robin was waiting). He hates that he has to wear a hearing aid, but he’s glad it’s only on the one ear. Still, he hates it, it’s an ugly off white color and it looks terrible with his hair. He hates that people can see that something in him is broken. Logically he knows that he shouldn’t be ashamed of the hearing aid, Robin has told him that enough times, but he still feels awful whenever he sees it in the mirror.

He would regularly “leave it behind” when he went to visit the kids and he would go a couple days without it before the kids found it and gave it back, or Eddie and/or Robin realized he wasn’t wearing it and made him go get it.

That is, until the last time he left it behind at the Hopper-Byers house. He doesn’t see the Wonder Twins for a couple days after that, until they come rolling into the parking lot of Family Video on their bikes. Steve clocks them as weird immediately because it’s just Will and El, no one else. When they come in, Will looks nervous but El walks right up to the counter and grabs one of his hands, dropping something in it. It takes a second for him to recognize it, but he realizes that she’s returning his hearing aid. Only, it isn’t that awful cream color anymore, it’s been covered in colors and little flowers. Turning it over he sees a small crown with a baseball bat filled with nails going through it. Will, avoiding eye contact, tells him that it was El’s idea to paint it and so they came up with what to cover it in - they even called Eddie to get his favorite color (which explains the amount of yellow on the plastic). He also reassures him that they had Joyce help so that they wouldn’t get paint or marker in anything important.

Steve never takes it off after that, and every time he sees it in his reflection it makes him smile. (Years later when he has to replace it, he cries and calls Will to see if he can paint the new one too)

[hawkinsqueers]

Steve has had a crush on every single person in this photo...

[stevesbipanic]

Eddie: How many kids do you have?

Steve: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

[j2h5b5]

There was only one thing that could have dragged Steve out of bed at two in the morning when he was nursing a booze-induced headache and an Eddie Munson-induced heartache.

“We need you,” she said.

He didn’t even bother putting on a jacket.

***

Dustin was sloppy, red-eyed and so unsteady that when Steve thunked a strong hand down on his shoulder, he almost lost his balance turning away from the group of asshats he’d taken up with to see who had grabbed him. Some of the drink in his hand sloshed over the sides of the cup and dribbled down the front of his shirt and onto the already filthy kitchen floor.

“Hey, what the—” he began, and then he dragged his gaze up to land on Steve.

There was a time, not so very long ago, when those same eyes would’ve lit up at the sight of his babysitter slash idol slash best friend. He would wrap him in a hug if it had been a day or two since he’d seen him, or sling a companionable arm around him, or punch him good-naturedly in the arm in hopes of initiating a play scuffle, which inevitably ended with him in a headlock getting his mop of curls aggressively tousled because he was just never going to have any kind of athletic edge on Steve.

But now.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” the younger boy asked in a tone so sharp and cold and so very NOT-Dustin that it made Steve’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.

“Hey, man,” Steve said, aiming for casual if only to keep Dustin from embarrassing himself in front of his new asshat friends. “Can I talk to you? Step outside with me for a sec, okay?”

“Um, no,” Dustin bit out. “This’s my party, i'ss my house. It would be rude to leave my guests.”

“Yeah, since you brought that up … who are these people?” Steve swept his gaze over the Henderson kitchen, which was almost unrecognizable with all of the clutter, displaced furniture, and wasted teenagers. “And Dustin … where’s your mom?”

“Not here.”

“Well yeah, I kind of gathered that. Listen, Dust…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Are the others here?”

“Oh, you mean the traitors who called and ratted me out to YOU? Who the fuck cares?” His voice lowered to what he seemed to think was a conspiratorial level but was really just an extremely loud stage whisper. “Maybe they tripped and fell and landed their buzzkill asses back in the Upside Down.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

Before Dustin could protest, the cup was plucked from his hand and tossed expertly across the room, over the heads of several unwary drunken youths and into the crusty-dish-crowded sink and he was being towed along behind Steve through the kitchen, the living room, out the front door.

“What the fuck, Harrington? Let go of me! Let go!” Dustin struggled against the vise grip on his bicep but only succeeded in ensuring he’d probably have finger-shaped bruises there tomorrow.

Steve paid him no mind until he had deposited the boy into the passenger seat of his car, slammed the door, and locked it. Then he walked around to the driver’s side, unlocked it only long enough to get in, relocked it, and turned to Dustin.

“First of all,” he began loudly, drowning out Dustin’s sputtering attempts to find the words he wanted to hurl at Steve in his outrage at being manhandled out of his own party. “First of all. Joking about the Upside Down in a room full of strangers? NOT OKAY.”

“They don’t even know what—”

“Not. Fucking. Okay. SECOND, if you ever imply again that one of ours should BE in the Upside Down, you will find yourself with my foot so far up your ass you’ll choke on my shoe, and if you think I’m joking about that, Dustin, try me.”

This time there was only an eye-roll from Dustin, because he kind of didn’t want to try Steve on that point and because he kind of felt bad about saying it.

“Third, your friends are not traitors. They care about you and they’re worried about you; they called me for help because you’re treating them like shit and shut down every attempt they make to help you. Listen, I know I’m not your favorite person right now, Dustin, but you have to let someone help you. You’re not okay, buddy. This isn’t you. And all this shit you’re doing, the drinking and the partying and the pretending not to give a damn? It isn’t going to fix anything. It … it won’t bring him back.”

“Shut up!” Dustin shouted, flinching so hard at the words that he smacked the back of his head against the side window. Steve winced at the sound of skull meeting glass and resisted the urge to reach out and check for blood, or a bump. Dustin seemed not to have noticed that he’d nearly brained himself, infusing his next words with all the venom he could muster. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Steve. Even if you were right, it’s none of your business what I do! I am none of your business.”

“Don’t say shit like that, Dustin. Of course you’re my business.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! What are you saying?”

Dustin barked out a humorless laugh. “As much as I’d like to sit here with you and have a heart to heart right now, I have to get back to my guests.”

“No,” Steve snapped, reaching over Dustin to slap down the peg lock when the teen yanked it up. “We’re not done here. Now I can go inside and clear out your house and we can talk there, or you can drop the bullshit and talk to me right now.”

“You’re not shutting down my party.”

“Then we talk here.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Right, sure you don’t. Maybe I can give you some words, then. How about this, Dustin? How about: ‘Hey, Steve, you useless idiot loser, you promised to keep us safe and then you fucked it all up like you always do. The plan didn’t work and Max got hurt and Eddie fucking died, and you couldn’t stop it. I hate you for that, for lying and making us feel safe and telling us it was going to be okay. I can’t even look at you anymore and I hate my friends because they don’t hate you for some reason, but we know, don’t we? We know whose fault it is that we came back a man short. It’s yours, Steve. Yours.’” Steve’s voice was cracked and painful, like he’d been eating gravel and chasing it with cheap whisky and cigarettes. It hurt, that voice. “How’s that, Dust?” he finished, staring unflinching into Dustin’s shocked eyes. “Am I in the ballpark?”

Before Steve could react, Dustin unlocked his door and flung himself out of the car. He was drunk and it was dark, though, and he only made it a few yards before tripping and landing hard on the grass. Steve was on him almost instantly, hauling him up by the arms and scanning him for injuries.

He didn’t see the punch coming, wouldn’t have believed Dustin Henderson capable of such an effective hit, right in the mouth, knocking him back a couple of feet. “Jesus, Dustin!” he shouted, touching his lip and staring dumbfounded when his fingers came away wet with blood. “What the fuck, man?”

“Hit me back.”

“What? No! Dustin, what’s—”

“HIT ME BACK, STEVE! You have to!” Dustin’s voice cracked, the sudden violent burst of emotion threatening to unleash something big and scary and unforgivable. A tidal wave that had a name.

Steve grappled wildly with the boy, trying to grab his flailing arms so he could pin him, but Dustin was surprisingly swift in his current state, and he launched another punch, this one landing heavy in Steve’s gut and socking the breath right out of him.

“HIT ME, STEVE! I KNOW YOU WANT TO, JUST DO IT!”

Fueled by a burst of frustration and a sharper burst of fear (what is this?), Steve recovered enough to trap Dustin’s arms against his body, using his own weight to twist the boy around until he was trapped with his back against Steve, the hold immobilizing him so all he could do was squirm and shout out his fury. “LET ME GO FUCK YOU STEVE WHY WON’T YOU JUST FIGHT BACK YOU ASSHOLE?!”

“Dustin, stop. Stop it. Breathe, Dustin. Take a breath. No, hey, stop. You’re not going anywhere until you calm down for me. Breathe. Shhh, buddy. Breathe,” Steve’s hold was unbudging, his tone stern but soothing. Dustin’s violent struggles gradually slowed, and it took a couple of minutes for Steve to realize that the boy was shaking with silent sobs. And then the sobs became words, almost indecipherable in the wrecked, wretched voice that was rough and strained from screaming.

Every sentence Steve parsed from the stream of horrible self-accusations added another crack to his heart, which couldn’t have been more than a mess of spiderwebbing at this point.

It’s my fault.

He’s dead because of me.

I couldn’t save him.

You loved him, I know you did.

Why don’t you hate me?

Why don’t you hate me?

Why don’t you hate me?

Finally, finally, the words stopped and Dustin sagged, exhausted, in Steve’s arms. Only then did Steve ease up on his hold, but only long enough to turn the boy around and hug him properly. He bent down to bury his face in the unruly curls, his own tears falling unchecked and inconsequential.

“Dustin,” he whispered into the mop of hair. “Oh, Dustin, never.”

And when he realized he didn’t have the right words, he just stopped. He just picked Dustin up and carried him to his car, buckled him into the passenger seat, and told him he would be right back. He had a party to break up, some kids to chase away, and a boy—his boy—to mend.

“You loved him, I know you did.”

With a soul-cleansing breath that sounded more like a sob, Steve made his way back up to the Hendersons’ house.

[goggles-mcgee]

Okay the headcanon that Steve can cook is nothing new. Nor is the one that he packs lunches for everyone.

But imagine him packing lunches for Eddie of leftover of dinner or even making him something simple but still great for when he goes to work because idk Eddie, Wayne and Max and living with Steve while the government works on rebuilding the trailer park and they do plan on giving the Munson's a new trailer along with the hush money- I mean compensation.

Anyways, he tends to make lunch for the three of them more than the whole Party obviously. Max always accepts her lunch with an exaggerated eye roll and a, "Thanks Mom." But she always gives Steve a kiss on the cheek before she leaves for school. Wayne always leaves Steve thank you notes since he works night shifts. He also tells Eddie like 5 times a week that Steve, "Is a keeper Eddie. I don't know how, but you gotta marry that boy. I haven't eaten this good in ages." Eddie always accepts his lunches with an over-the-top kiss to Steve's cheek and a, "Thanks Sweetheart!" But Eddie is always dying inside because the guys at the garage think he has a little housewife who makes him these cute little handmade lunches and they tease him but all Eddie can think about is Housewife Steve and those are incredibly distracting thoughts. Thoughts that should not be thought in an auto shop.

Steve and Robin no longer work at Family Video and are currently looking for jobs. In the meantime Steve really is just being the ultimate mom like he knows how. The kids all tell him when they're having bake sales and he always makes them each something different to bring for their clubs. Their club mates and classmates are all obsessed with their treats.

Steve has no clue about this. He's just having a great time going through the box of cookbooks he found in the attic that used to belong to his grandma.

Eventually he and Robin get hired to work in a new bakery that opens up and Steve is over the freaking moon when he gets to bake!

[master-of-hellfire]

POV: Scrolling through Robin Buckley’s Camera Roll

[hufflepuff221b]

Which explains this face I’m sure

[friendsdontlieokay]

Yes Steve is the mama duck and the best mom of the show so it's obvious that all the kids are gonna celebrate mother's day with him but the idea of Will giving his father's day present to Jonathan and celebrating the day with him is so wholesome, I'm not crying.

[laz-kay]

Dustin: Hey, we're supposed to dress up as someone who inspires us at school on Friday and I was wondering if I could borrow-

Steve: You CANNOT take an electric guitar to school!

Dustin: Actually I wanted to borrow a spare sailor suit and maybe a hat?

Steve:

Dustin: Is something wrong? why are

you crying?

[odder-things]

On mother's day, along with their actual mothers, everyone buys Steve a little present.

He was confused at first, but delighted, and when Dustin explained he teared up (though he insists there was just something in his eye).

He keeps the presents on a shelf in his room, next to a framed photograph of him and his kids.

[pandapetals]

Can you write a Steve Harrington imagine where Steve with a kinda spiderman kiss where the reader is Dustin's older sister and she stands and kisses him from the backseat since Dustin stole the front-seat/ whining about their too much PDA, only to then leave Steve dazed and Dustin screaming? 

steve harrington x fem!reader - fluff, cussing, PDA, kissing, flirting, dustin mad af. not proofread.

a/n: thank you so much for the request anon! if anyone else has some requests just shoot me a message. 

Steve pulled up outside of your house honking his horn to let you know he was there. You had been waiting by your window for him to show up. You let go of the blinds yelling, “I’m leaving mom!” As you came out of your room seeing your mother in the kitchen preparing dinner. 

“I thought you were staying for dinner.” Mrs. Henderson complained looking up at you with a scowl. 

“I told you I can’t.” You replied grabbing your purse from the counter. “I’ll be home before curfew so save me some dinner.” You gave your mom a quick kiss and hug before heading out the front door. You noticed Steve was outside his car holding the passenger door open for you with a smile. You smiled back giving a small wave as you tried to find your keys to lock the door.

Before you could close the front door, Dustin came running out of it, his backpack bouncing as he ran to Steve’s car. “Hey!” You yelled slamming the door shut and fumbling with your keys as you locked the door. There was no way Dustin was coming with you. 

“A gentlemen as always, Steve,” Dustin said sliding into the front seat as Steve looked at him confused. 

“What the hell are you doing, Henderson?” Steve asked one hand on his hip, the other still holding the door. 

“I’m getting into the car. Do I have to explain everything to you?” 

Steve groaned as you came up, “Dustin get out! You aren’t coming with us.” You argued allowing Dustin to get out of the front seat willingly before you pushed him out. 

Dustin smirked, “I’m not getting out. Let me remind you that I was friends with Steve first.” He said taking his backpack off and throwing it on the floorboard. Steve gave an annoyed look at him. “Since you two started sucking faces I barely see Steve.” 

You groaned with frustration because Dustin was annoyingly right. You felt bad that Steve and Dustin’s friendship was on the verge of failing because of you but you also wanted to spend time with your boyfriend without your annoying little brother playing the third wheel. 

“Dude, I told you we can hang out tomorrow.” Steve reminded Dustin, “Now scram!” 

Dustin put his seat belt on crossing his arms, “You said that yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and-”

“Okay, okay. We get it.” You shouted, “Fine you can come with us.” 

Steve slammed the passenger door as Dustin grinned at you both. “Someone needs to humble that kid’s ego.” He said as you laughed because Dustin definitely had an ego problem sometimes. Even though he was annoying, he was still your little brother that you loved and cared for. 

“I guess I’m stuck in the back seat.” You mumbled as Steve grabbed your hand. 

“We’ll still have fun. I promise.” Steve assured you leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. 

“Eww!” You heard Dustin scream, “NO PDA!” 

You pulled away from Steve to see Dustin sticking his head out of the window fake vomiting. “Do you have to be so dramatic?” Steve asked pulling his keys from the back pocket of his jeans. 

Dustin rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t be if you guys would stop making out in front of me!” He yelled rolling the window up as Steve sighed. You shook your head opening the back car door and sliding inside as Steve got in and started the car. “So what’s the plan? Are we going to the movies or the arcade?” Dustin asked as Steve pulled away from your house. 

“We were going to skull rock,” Steve admitted making you blush when he made eye contact with you in the rearview mirror. There was no way you were bringing Dustin to a makeout place.

“What’s that?” Dustin asked flipping the radio on. Steve shoved Dustin’s hand away as his voice blared out of the radio. “This mixtape is for you, babe. I hope you like this first song.” Dustin gasped, “You made a mixtape of love songs for my sister!” He shouted as Steve fumbled to turn the radio off. You sank into the backseat feeling hot with embarrassment. The mixtape was a cute gesture but having Dustin hear it was weird. 

“Dude, calm down.” Steve warned, “First of all you shouldn’t be touching stuff that isn’t yours. Second, yes I did. You weren’t supposed to hear the mixtape. I told you I was taking Y/N out but you insisted on coming with us.” 

Dustin huffed sinking into the seat, crossing his arms. “I just miss my friend.” 

You sat up putting a hand on Dustin’s shoulder trying to comfort him but he shrugged it off. “I’m sorry, Dustin. I didn’t realize I was taking Steve away from you.” 

“Well, you are. The guys are busy doing their only stuff so I’m stuck with Steve.” 

Steve hit the brake causing all of them to jerk forward. “Hey man! I’m a good friend to you. Don’t act like I’m your backup when you can’t hang out with Mike and them.” 

“Dustin, I know you're upset but that was too far.” You said rubbing your head from the whiplash you felt. Dustin sighed apologizing to Steve who also apologized for not being there for Dustin like he use to. Steve was trying his best to juggle work and his social life so if it meant spending less time with kids that was fine by him. Dustin had a special place in his heart though and he felt bad about it.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked moving over to sit in the middle of the backseat hoping Steve didn’t break unexpectedly since you weren’t wearing a seat belt.

“Well since we have a third wheel tagging along, why don’t we ask him what he wants to do,” Steve suggested meeting your eye in the rearview mirror again. You smiled at him coming up with a plan. Maybe if you annoyed Dustin enough, he would want to go home leaving you and Steve alone. 

Dustin rolled his eyes, “Steve, I’m right here.” He pointed out, “Why don’t we go to the arcade?” He suggested looking back at you for confirmation. 

You shrugged, “I guess.” 

Dustin sighed, “Yes or no? The arcade is probably the best thing to do in Hawkins.”

“Okay Henderson, don’t get your panties in a twist. We’ll go to the arcade.” Steve replied taking the cassette out and switching the radio on to prevent any more conversation. You used this to your advantage to annoy Dustin however you could. You hummed loudly leaning near his ear whenever he wasn’t looking or flicking the back of his neck until he screamed for you to stop. 

“Cut it out, Jesus H. Christ,” Dustin yelled over the music turning to flip you off. 

You ignored him leaning closer to Steve to kiss his cheek. Steve smirked seeing the disgusting face Dustin made. “You guys made me sick.” You laughed as Steve pulled up in front of the arcade. It was busy with kids running in and out of the front door screaming and yelling. This was not the place you wanted to spend your Saturday night. 

You needed something to push Dustin over the edge. As Dustin grabbed his backpack, you stood up as much as you could and leaned over the side of the front seat. Steve looked over in surprise, “Hey stranger.” You joked, pressing your lips to his. 

Dustin screamed causing Steve to pull away. You turned to see Dustin’s angry face glaring at you. “Sorry, Henderson. I didn’t know she was going to do that.” Steve said sounding a bit breathless. Dustin rolled his eyes opening the car door. 

“You guys suck! You can’t stop sucking face for like one minute!” He yelled throwing his backpack over his shoulder. 

“Technically, we haven’t sucked face since we got in the car.” You pointed out causing Dustin to slam the door. “I’m right!” You yelled as Dustin stormed off into the arcade. Steve sighed turning to look at you. “What? I was right.”

“You totally are right.” Steve agreed, “But I don’t think we should leave him here alone.” 

You nodded, “Yeah, as much as I would love to suck your face. I think we should stay. I’m sure Dustin would appreciate it.”

Steve laughed, “Come here.” He said as you leaned in brushing your nose against his. “We can go inside in a minute.” He whispered as he closed the distance between you, his soft lips gently caressing yours. You smiled against him in agreement.

[whatismordor]

The fruity four taking the kids to Disneyland -🔮

Steve is carrying a portable cooler filled with snacks and water bottles that Eddie keeps stealing from and sharing with Dustin (the favorite child) without Steve noticing.

Will keeps handing Mike (who is currently on a leash) cool rocks that he finds on the sidewalks.

Robin and Nancy are having the time of their lives going on their cute little date.

Max is switching between trying to beat the shit out of Lucas and sharing her candy with him

Max and Lucas are also sharing their candy with El and she is hyper out of her mind.

Dustin and Eddie are having an amazing father son day, while Steve is about to beat the shit out of Mike if he keeps trying to escape his leash and flipping him off.

Eddie has gotten Dustin like five ice creams already and when Steve finally catches them he has to make sure Eddie is now holding his hand at all times while he carries Dustin in one of this baby carrier backpack things so that they can’t walk off anymore.

Nancy, being as rich as she is, keeps buying gifts for a very flustered Robin. (And she also gave Mike some spending money, that he’s spending on an also very flustered Will)

[hawkinsqueers]

Anybody else noticing that Steve Harrington has a type?

I mean the hair? The jackets? The top energy?

[stevesbipanic]

It was supposed to be a one time thing.

Steve had always been in charge of feeding the kids, a self appointed position that didn't do anything to stop the mom jokes but Steve liked making sure his kids were happy and fed. He knew what it was like to come home from school and have to fend for yourself in terms of food, he didn't want that for the kids.

He had taught himself to cook and bake as he grew up, quickly getting tired of heating up spaghetti-os or TV dinners. His parents always left the house well stocked with ingredients even though they weren't there so he had to make do.

Steve liked baking things for the kids, he knew everyone's favourite cookie and cupcake flavour and made sure he made them if he heard one of them had had a bad day.

Max had been the one to ask him originally. The high school was having a bake sale and Max's mum wasn't around enough to give her the flyer and Max had asked him if he'd make those caramel brownies that she loves. He agrees as long as she learns to make them with him which she had happily agreed to.

To Steve's suprise his brownies had been a hit at the bake sale. There were a few stink eyes from some of the moms there but mostly there were big smiles and punched cheeks and "aren't you just the sweetest boy" from everyone there. The kids had nagged him for cash for the sale which they mainly used to get his brownies even though he'd told them he made extra at home.

After that, it just became a thing. Whenever there was a bake sale one or more of the kids came to ask him to make something for them, some half baked (excuse the pun) excuse as to why their own parents couldn't do it.

"Mum always burns her cupcakes."

"Dad says he only knows how to grill."

"I swear she put salt in them last time."

"Do you want to give the school food poisoning?"

"Yours are just better." Steve liked that one.

Soon the kids didn't even have to ask him, he had moms putting the flyer in his mailbox. Once he opened it to ten of the bright pink papers shoved in there. It wasn't even just bake sales. The PTA moms had practically adopted him and wanted him at all the school events, sports carnivals, school musicals, pep rallies. Everyone wanted Steve's baked goods.

"I swear you're at the school more than I was in all my senior years, Stevie."

"You're just jealous that the moms love me."

"I've always thought you're sweet, sweetheart."

Steve had even started experiment with his recipes. Robin and Eddie were more than happy to be his guinea pigs.

"Steve if I liked dudes I would marry you to eat this cupcake everyday."

"Fuck you Buckley I'M marrying him AND I'm getting to eat this brownie til I die!"

"You don't need to marry me for me to bake for you two."

"Yeah but then I'd get to brag to all the PTA moms that I have Stevie Harrington's sweet goods and sweet cheeks."

"EDDIE!"

Steve had been struggling with what he wanted to do with his life, he didn't go to college, he worked minimum wage and his parents had practically cut him off. It was at the last bake sale before spring break that one of the moms Steve had gotten close to approached him.

"Steve, honey?"

"Hey Mary, what can I do for ya?"

"Well, you know I'm in real estate and there's this sweet lil storefront down on Maple that recently flooded but it's got good bones just needs a lil love and I'm rambling but I saw it and I knew it would be perfect for you."

"Perfect for what ma'am?"

"For your bakery, hun!"

"Oh ma'am I'm not opening a bakery."

"Why not honey? Everyone loves your sweet treats and with the flooding the place is basically being given away, I didn't wanna sell it til I talked to you first, so what do you say?"

"Can I give you an answer first thing tomorrow."

"Sure hun, but don't wait too long, things like this don't come around often."

Steve had been pacing the apartment by the time Eddie got home from the shop.

"Stevie, baby what's wrong?"

Steve stopped pacing and turned towards his boyfriend.

"If you were really good at something and every said you were really good at something and someone gave you the opportunity to do that thing every day would you do it?"

"Um probably, do what you love and everything right?"

"Mary stopped me today and says there's this store that needs work but could be worth it and I could open my own bakery there Eds, mine, all me doing something for me, but money would be tight for a little while and I don't want to do anything rash and if you think it's not a good id—"

"STEVIE! Sweetheart breathe. Does baking make you happy?" Eddie had put his hands on Steve's shoulders trying to calm him.

Steve nods.

"Then do it baby. Sure money might be tight for a bit, but we have some savings, and I've got my job pretty stable now, so fuck it if it makes you happy of course I want you to do it."

Steve pulled Eddie into a hug whispering a soft thank you.

The following day Steve signed the deed for the shop on Maple St and Eddie and the party and Hopper and Wayne and the girls and everyone helped him him clean out the debris and put up new walls and paint until two weeks later it was finished.

Steve's Sweets was finally open. Robin had been hired to work the coffee to go with Steve's treats and the kids got part time jobs after school and on weekends working the register. Robin and Eddie still helped try out new recipes and soon the whole town knew about Steve's new store.

Steve still baked things for the school's bake sale but now he got to feed his friends and family and the whole town everyday and he was never happier.

[j2h5b5]

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Steve Harrington was devoted to his kids.

And they were indeed Steve’s kids. He knew it, they knew it, anyone who saw him with them knew it, including, oddly enough, the children’s actual parents. They might not have understood exactly why their offspring were so tightly intertwined—with each other and with Steve and with the small assemblage of Hawkinsians that included the chatty and rather eccentric girl who worked with Steve at the local video store, a straight-laced honor student turned journalist who had recently taken up a distinct interest in (and displayed an alarming talent for) deadly weaponry, the lead singer of a heavy metal band who was also known to be a petty drug dealer, and, perhaps most baffling of all, the former police chief.

The biological parents might not have known why, but they knew that these people made up their kids’ other family—their Chosen Family, as it were. And not a single one of them—for reasons rooted in either blissful ignorance, parental inadequacy, self-absorption, or just relief that someone else was handling the hard stuff—was about to interfere in that.

[alliesway]

me ? crying ? absolutely not.

okay maybe i am crying....