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stranger things ● forever pt 7 ● s. harrington

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{ multi chapter } single mom / canon related female reader with 3 year old daughter, some baby talk but hopefully not overbearing, petnames and nicknames (princess, etc), robin / barb pairing + all the things surrounding that -because the 80's were hard for lgbqt-, steve's parents are the actual worst, esp his father, fluff, time jumps vary with each chapter, female reader related to a canon character ( Robin Buckley's cousin) in use / heavily characterized female reader

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pt 6 is << here >> if you need to catch up

5756 words

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“If we’re gonna live with Steve..” she goes quiet. Thinking carefully over the words she needs to use to ask her question because you and Steve have been working with her on speaking and words lately and she’s a very smart little girl. She smiles to herself and speaks up, “Does this mean he really is my daddy now? Do you love ‘im?”

“Yes, I love him. But sweetie, this is a little more complicated than you think, okay?” you answer, words dying out.

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“It’ll just take a few minutes.” Steve tells you as he gets out of the drive seat of your car and jogs up the walkway, disappearing into his parents house to grab the documents he needs to finish signing the paperwork on the apartment. You watch as the door closes behind him and Stevie speaks up quietly. “Mama?”

“Yeah, cupcake?”

You rub the bridge of your nose and sit there for a minute or two thinking about the best way to explain your living situation to your daughter. Because she’s a damn smart kid but she’s just a kid. You want to explain it in a way she can grasp. Without misleading her or lying to her or getting her hopes up.

“Sweetie..” you start, falling silent again for a pause to think about phrasing very carefully because this is a delicate situation. And she’s already so attached to Steve. She’s not the only one but you’re trying to push down your own attachment because that’s not the important thing. Stevie is what’s most important.

“Mama.” Stevie’s waiting, leaning around the back of your seat to try and look at you.

“Yes, I love him. But sweetie, this is a little more complicated than you think, okay?” you answer, words dying out. Stevie nods. “C-o-m-p-l-i-c-a-t-e-d.” she sounds out the word, struggling just a bit. “What’s that mean?”

“It means it’s not easy.” you answer, turning a little in the passenger seat to look at your little girl. “When you’re an adult, sweetie.. You’ll understand more, okay?” you promise, smiling at her. “For now, this is what I can tell you.. I do love Steve. And if you want to think he’s your daddy, you can, baby. As long as he’s okay with it. If it bothers him, you have to stop.”

“Pwomise.” Stevie smiles a little. “He said it won’t ever bother ‘im.”

“Sweetie, that doesn’t mean it won’t one day.” you rub the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath or two, glancing at the fancy stained glass panes at either side of the front door of his parents house.

The house was nice. Big windows in the front and a sloping drive. Expertly manicured lawns. It was the kind of house you’d have killed to grow up in when you were a kid, bouncing from shitty apartment, to strange uncle’s houses, to rundown trailers all over the place because Jenna didn’t like staying in one place too long for most of your childhood.

“Where is my real one?” Stevie asks quietly and you fill with dread. Take a few shaky breaths and for a long pause this time, you’re quiet. Trying to parse out what she’s old enough to know and what can wait until she’s later. This is the question you’ve been preparing for since the day you left the hospital with her and you’ve been dreading it in equal measure.

“His name is Nick, cupcake. But he wasn’t a good person and he didn’t love us. I didn’t love him, either.” you admit quietly. Stevie’s sitting back in her car seat now, staring out the window at Steve’s house. After a few seconds, she speaks up. “I don’ wanna know him.”

You take a deep breath and nod, smiling at her. “And you don’t have to, sweetie. I promise.”

“Fank you.” Stevie smiles at you and you laugh softly. Glancing back at the door to Steve’s house because it’s been a while and he’s not coming out yet.

CONTINUED

“Son, we need to have a talk. Right now.” his father’s stern voice shatters his one-tracked train of thought and Steve looks up from digging through the file cabinet to find everything he might need and setting it to the side in a pile.

“If this is about packing, hire someone.” Steve answers calmly. His father grumbles under his breath, annoyed. Steve can’t find his medical folder and given what he wants eventually, it’s kind of necessary to have, so he pushes past his father, going to search for his mom instead.

Not that she’d be any more likely to know where his medical information was at, but on the off chance she might… Steve wanders into his parents bedroom to find his mother sitting quietly, staring at a baby photo of him that sat on her vanity gathering dust for years.

“I can’t believe you’d hide a grandchild from me. From us. We’re your parents, Steve.”

Steve’s brow raises and he rolls his eyes because he almost knows exactly where this is heading. And given the time crunch he’s under, it’s the last thing he wants to deal with because if either of them pushes just a little too hard today, he’s going to explode.

“And you let that poor girl.. The mother of your child, Steve. You let her fend for herself while you’re all over town with that girl Nancy?” his mother shakes her head in disappointment. “After all the times you’ve heard your father and I fight about him.. The affairs..” she goes quiet, wincing a little as if she’s pained by what she thinks and this is just enough to push Steve a little closer to that anger that’s been stewing inside and building for most of his life by now.

His father’s leaned in the doorway when he turns to walk out.

“We need to have a talk. Sit.” James nods to the seat at his mother’s vanity table. Steve’s jaw clenches and he goes to step around his father instead of sitting as he’s been told. James towers over his son and commands quietly, “Sit down. You’re not leaving until we’ve talked.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” Steve answers, his own firm voice that of course, his father does not like hearing. It’s backtalk to the man. It’s disrespectful and most of the time, it’s the fastest way to push James Harrington right over the edge to anger. But Steve doesn’t care now. He hasn’t cared in a while.

“Oh, but we do.. Whats this I’m hearing about you fathering a child? And then you keep it hidden from us? Probably because you know we’d disapprove of the young woman.” and the clench of his father’s jaw tells Steve that young woman is anything but what he wanted to say and Steve’s fists clench. He chuckles and it’s a dark and bitter sound. “Debra, I’m guessing.”

“It doesn’t matter who told us, Steve. Answer my question. Is it true?”

Steve laughs and rubs his chin thoughtfully. Every part of him wants to tell them it is, because it’s kind of obvious they’ve already decided on their own and nothing he says beyond this point will matter. Every part of him wants to tell them that he doesn’t care if they approve of you or not, you’re the girl that somehow, sooner or later, he’ll be starting a life with. Forever.

Before he starts to answer, his father goes that final step in pushing Steve straight over the edge with his anger. James Harrington chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m going to take your silence to mean the answer is obviously yes.” he looks at Penelope, watches her face go from anger to hurt and then disappointment. “How could you, Steve? You see how your father is…” and Steve shakes his head, "I didn't. Stevie isn’t mine.. but if she was..if I had, I'd have been a better father than him." Steve is furious, he's done mincing words.

James gives his wife an annoyed look. “It’s because we coddled him, Penelope, don’t you get it? Giving him everything a kid could ever want. He’s never had t’ do without a day in his life. He’s never had to struggle and now he’s spoiled. Lazy with a mediocre and worthless job. And he doesn’t want to do better.”

“Right.. Coddling means abandonment now, I guess?” Steve blurts it out before he can stop himself and he steps up into his father, making himself taller. “Since I’m such a failure and a disappointment.. How about I make things easier on both of you.. I’m moving out.” he smirks as he says it, watching his mom gape and immediately speak up, - “ You’re not mature enough to have a family. You’re not mature enough..” she trails off and Steve continues, “You can have your stupid cards and the fucking BMW is parked at the video store. I’ll drive it over later. Neither of you even have to think about me anymore.” as he throws the keys at his father’s feet and takes out his wallet, throwing the credit cards down onto the floor too.

“Son..” Penelope’s trying to speak up, she’s trying to get father and son calm again so they can all talk rationally but then she sees the pain and anger in her son’s eyes. And the coldness in his father’s eyes. And she thinks about how lately, all she can do is replay all the things she wishes she’d done as a mother. How hurt she was to find out her son didn’t trust her enough or care enough to come to her when he landed himself in the situation her friend Debra seems to think he’s in.

How she wants to fix everything. Be a mother to her son and a grandmother to this grandchild that’s been kept from her. She wants to make things right.

,, Maybe it’s too late.” the thought comes and she flinches, not just because Steve and his father are shouting, shoving each other back and forth in anger, prompting her to step between the two just so they stop before it goes too far.

But it goes too far because it was always going to. Steve’s been left alone, made to feel like he’s not good enough, made to feel unworthy of love in any capacity for so long that he’s just fucking done. When his father shoves him, his anger gets the best of him and he takes a swing at the old man.

James stands there gaping, holding his jaw as he shakes in the anger he’s seething in. Then he smirks. “Get out.”

“My pleasure, asshole.” Steve’s jaw flutters as he says it. Penelope speaks up. “Not yet.”

Steve’s gaze settles on his mother and he tugs at his hair, taking a shaky breath or two to calm himself. “Why not? You both know everything.”

“Son..” Penelope swallows hard. “I wish you’d just listen to reason. You’re not mature enough to–” she’s trying to be as delicate with the words as she can but she’s worried. Scared for her little boy and she just wants to better understand everything.

“Stevie isn’t mine.. Yet.” Steve mumbles. “When I have a family, don’t worry. I won’t bother letting either of you know.” and he takes a long and deep breath, pausing to mull over what else he wants to get out of his system. “I was mature enough to leave alone all the time. I was mature enough to cook my own meals. Do whatever bullshit errands that lazy asshole wanted before you two came back for a day or two between trips.” Steve glares at his father and then sighs, shaking his head, “I was mature enough to have exactly two weeks to recover from nearly dying.. And not just once, Mom.. Twice..” he reminds her, “One of those times you couldn’t even be bothered to answer the call when I got Dustin’s mom to call you. I didn’t even call the last time because I knew neither of you would give a damn..” he rubs the bridge of his nose, “I’m mature enough to be given a deadline to move out. I think I’m mature enough to have a kid.. Or anything else I want.” he chuckles bitterly, “But thanks for your motherly concern, Penelope.”

James steps up to his son, glaring. “Apologize to your mother right this instant.”

“Or what? You’re getting your shitty car back, James. And I gave you all the cards back. I don’t need ‘em. Don’t need either of you either. I’m fine.” Steve steps up to his father, fist clenched at his side. “Mail me my medical records.. Or don’t, I’ll call somebody and get the name of my doctors and shit when I need ‘em. I got everything I needed to finish signing paperwork for my apartment.” he smirks at his father, angry and defiant and done giving a shit about stepping on the toes or tiptoeing around with his parents. “Anything else to say, James? Wanna try to hit me again? Tell me I’m a disappointment?”

His father steps back a little and Steve rolls his shoulders and laughs. “I won’t bother either of you again. I’m not steppin foot back in this house after I drop your stupid fucking car off later this afternoon. I’ll figure out how to get around.”

And Steve shoves right past his parents, letting the front door to the house slam shut and rattle as it does. Penelope breaks down, sobbing so hard she’s shaking as it hits her just how badly everything has just gone.

She realizes just how much of a mistake she’s made in life when she looks over at her husband and she doesn’t even see a hint of remorse for anything. Not even a shred of regret for the way they chose to parent their only child.

“I’m leaving you, James. I.. I can’t pretend anymore. I finally realize I married a cold-hearted jackass. Have fun being free. I’ll call a cab when I’m packed.”

“Penelo-” James starts to call out to her as she goes upstairs and slams the door to their bedroom but her name dies on his lips because honestly, he’d be a lot farther in life by now if he hadn’t knocked up his summer fling and been forced by his own parents to do the right thing and marry her. He hasn’t loved her in years and now that she’s leaving, it feels like a weight’s been lifted. Now that he doesn’t have to deal with his useless son, he feels free.

And it feels so good.

CONTINUED

You can tell something is wrong with Steve by the way he rushes out of the house and down to your car, getting into the drivers seat wordlessly. Even Stevie picks up on it.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, scout?”

“You otay?”

Steve takes a deep breath. He can break down later on. When he’s got a few minutes to himself away from you or Robin or Dustin or Stevie. Then he can deal with what he’s just done and how he feels about it.

Or this is what he tells himself. Until he locks eyes with you as he pulls away from the curb of his parents old house and starts to drive away. “Steve, what’s wrong?” - and maybe it’s the softness in your gaze, maybe it’s that sweet and quiet little drawl that sounds so concerned.. Worried about him.

Whatever it is, Steve just kind of takes a few wavering breaths and plasters on a weak smile. “Tell you later.” he mumbles so that you can hear him. Stevie repeats her question because he didn’t answer it and she’s worried too. He plasters on a slightly better weak smile to look back at her when he pulls to a stop at the sign on the end of his block. “Yeah. I’m okay. Everything is okay.”

Stevie nods. “We go home now?”

Steve chuckles. “Not for a while yet, scout..” and you smile, stealing a look at him, answering Stevie with a soft laugh. “We don’t get to move in until the 3rd of July.. Remember when I told you that was, cupcake?” you ask and Stevie giggles. “Next week?” she asks.

“Yeah! Good girl, you’re so smart!” you smile even brighter.

The apartment complex comes into view and you share a look with Steve. As your car pulls to a stop in front of the office, you take a deep breath. Looking over at him again. “You’re absolutely sure you wanna do this..”

“I want to do this.” Steve repeats. “What about you?”

You nod, a smile too big when you answer. “I want to do this too. And we already know each other, we’re friends. It’s going to be fine, Steve.”

Steve almost leans into you just a little too close. He almost just goes for it and kisses you but he reminds himself that he’s trying to take things at least a little slow. Let you realize that you can trust him and he’s not going anywhere. That he wants to be with you and he loves you both more than he can put to words already.

Instead of kissing you like he’s tempted to, he raises a hand, brushes some hair away from your forehead. Then he smiles at you. “So we’re doing this.”

“We’re doing this.” you take a deep breath and smile back.

CONTINUED

You’re more than a little angry at Steve’s parents because their heads are apparently so far up their own asses that they can’t see what an amazing guy he really is. And he’s your best friend, -also the man you’re in love with, and when he starts to tell you and Robin everything that happened when you had to stop by his parents house earlier that afternoon, you and Robin share a look.

“Steve.. Are you sure you’re okay?” Robin asks, leaning against her best friend’s side. “I mean, are you absolutely sure you’re fine? Because that was.. A lot.”

You move to sit closer, leaning against his other side. “It was.” you mumble, resting your head against his shoulder as he shrugs and laughs it off as if it’s nothing. You look up at him in concern. “It’s okay if you’re not okay, Steve.” you and Robin both say it at the same time.

Stevie wanders in from her nap, rubbing her eyes. You hold out your arms to her and she comes over, settling into both your lap and Steve’s until she’s fully awake.

“I feel really good, actually. Like.. If I’d known I’d feel this good after saying all that earlier, I’d have said it the first time they didn’t care enough to show up at the hospital.”

Your brow raises. “They left you.. Sitting in a hospital? What the hell?” and Robin smiles to herself as soon as she looks at you and sees just how angry you are after hearing what Steve’s just said. “It was after the Starcourt thing.. Right? Because you tried to call from the payphone. And you told me they were probably just sleeping. I remember.”

“Yeah.” Steve answers, resting his chin against the top of Stevie’s head. Smiling just a little more because having you and Robin with him right now feels a lot better. Stevie leans up against him and yawns. “We go play?” she asks, looking from you to Steve and then over at Robin with big begging eyes.

You nod. “Course, cupcake. Hey.. we can go to the splash pads they opened at the park.”

Steve nods. “Yeah, that’s on the way back from James and Penelope’s house anyway. I told him I’d bring him his shitty car back.”

“Good idea.” you mutter, holding his gaze. “We’ll figure something out.” and you don’t realize just how much what you’ve just said means to him. There was no hesitation, there was no second to think. There wasn’t any of that.

Robin laughs softly to herself. And when Steve gets up to go grab himself a soda from the drink machine in the break room, she looks at you. Starts to hum the wedding march all over again with a smirk. You stick out your tongue and flip her off before a dreamy sigh leaves your mouth. “In a heartbeat. If he asked.. Since you’re going to give me shit either way we go.” you feel lighter. Confessing the way you feel to Robin and your daughter is.. It takes away the constant urge you have to just blurt it all out to him and risk blowing everything up completely.

Robin gapes for a second and then she’s smirking and oh so smug. “I knew it!”

“The thing is, Robin.. We both know it’s not going to happen. If all I get is the chance to be his friend, I’ll live with that.” you lean your head back against the wall and laugh at yourself, shaking your head as you watch your daughter color in her Strawberry Shortcake coloring book. “I’m down bad, okay? And like.. It’s not just.. It’s everything?”

“Awww.. it’s so sweet.” Robin teases. Eyes glued to Barb when the bell over the door jingles and Barb steps through it, shaking off the raindrops in her hair and on her maroon raincoat. “Hey! How’d it go?”

“We move in next week. On the 3rd.” you smile. And you nudge Robin. “Stop staring and do something already, oh my god.” as you pull yourself up off the floor where you’d been sitting. “I’m gonna go get a drink too.”

You make your way into the back room and spot Steve lightly punching the drink machine. And even though you know it’s probably not a good idea -especially not for you, not with the way you feel about him and how touching him will be torture for you later when you’re alone and you can’t stop thinking about how his body feels against yours or under your hands- you slip your arms around him and hug against his back. “Steve, it’s okay. It’s gonna be fine. They needed to hear it.”

Steve’s breath hangs in his throat because you’re melted against him and it feels so good. Too good. He turns to face you and this means you’re now hugging against him chest to chest. He slips his arms back around you and leans into you heavily. “It just pisses me off.”

“I know.” you mumble, soft and sweet as you finally pull yourself together enough to look into his eyes. “I know, Steve. But they did deserve it. They’re the ones who abandoned you over and over.”

He nods. “Yeah. They definitely did that.”

“We’ll take your car back on the way to the park later.”

“Shit.” Steve palms his face. “I threw the keys at him earlier. And I don’t know where the hell the spare key is anymore, I think it’s up in my room.”

“Okay, so you can call from here and tell him where it is. Tell him if he wants it, get it himself.”

Steve takes a deep breath. Smirks just a little. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I’ll do.”

Steve goes off to find a phone to call his father and tell him to pick up the car for himself if he wants it and you lean heavy against the soda machine, pulling yourself together. Robin wanders in and leans next to you, taking some deep breaths of her own and you look at her, concern in your eyes. “What’s up?”

“I uh.. I almost kissed her. I was this close but then Mrs. Fletcher came in just as I was leaning in. Fuck!” Robin takes a swing at the machine and you laugh softly. “Screw what anyone else thinks. And Mrs. Fletcher’s half blind anyway, I doubt she saw anything.”

“But if she did..”

“Robin, stop trying to panic. Everything will be fine.”

“Not if she’s not.. You know.. Like me?” Robin throws up her hands and you grip her upper arms gently. “Calm down, woman. Take a few deep breaths. Look at me, okay?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Yeah, well.. Tell that to those kids over in the next town that got jumped outside the bowling alley there. Tell that to every church billboard sign outside.”

You shake your head. “Oh my god, stop having a meltdown. Just.. Relax. Breathe. I’m telling you, Robin.. All that matters is you and her. Okay? Okay.” you laugh softly as she nods and takes several shaky breaths. “She was just.. She’s so good with Stevie it does things to me when I watch them coloring or playing, aghhh.. Fuck. I’m in love with her and it’s driving me crazy.”

Barb is frozen in the doorway, staring at Robin.

“Oh no.” you mumble quietly, looking from where Barb stands to your cousin. “Robbie?”

“She just heard me.” Robin mumbles and her stomach twists in knots.

“Mhm. You two need to talk, okay? I’m going out front with Stevie. Talk to her, holy shit.” you disappear out the door, leaving the two of them to stand quietly.

But the silence doesn’t last long at all. Barb steps into the breakroom and lets the door bang shut softly behind her. “Finally.”

Robin’s brow raises as Barb makes her way over, stepping up into her. Robin’s back connects with the soda machine in a soft smack as Barb places a hand on her hip and the column of her neck and rests her forehead right against Robin’s. Laughing softly. “I’ve been wanting to say the same thing..” she pauses, swallowing down a lump in her throat and fighting off a swarm of butterflies that suddenly fill her stomach, “And I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the day Nancy introduced us I was just.. Y ou know how hard it is, right? To be like this?”

Robin nods. Melting herself into Barb as her hand raises, carding fingers over Barb’s scalp. “I love you, B. And I don’t care who says it’s wrong or we’re wrong and I can’t like.. I can’t fight it anymore.”

“I love you too, Robbie.” Barb responds, their mouths crashing against each other, the tips of their noses banging against each other’s nose as Barb’s hand clutches the front of Robin’s favorite black shirt and she uses her grip to pull Robin into her completely. The kiss deepens, both girls seeing stars as it comes to a gentle end and they’re left to stare at each other and take it all in.

“Do you want to go to the drive in with me later? And not just as friends.. I want to hold your hand and I wanna feel your head on my shoulder. I wanna lay my head in your lap and stargaze after.” Barb mumbles softly, Robin giggling and turning red in the face as she’s so flustered for once that words completely fail her. “I can’t believe this is really happening, I.. I tried to plan so many times in my head how I’d tell you.”

“You can make it up to me.” Barb teases gently, a hand raised to caress Robin’s face.

“I will. I promise. As much as you want, as long as it takes.”

CONTINUED

“If you want the car, it's parked outside Family Video.”

“You’ll bring it to me, Steve.”

“If you want the car, James, you’ll come get it.” Steve flips off the phone and slams it back down on the cradle and you look at him in concern. Stevie’s coloring at the desk nearby and Steve steps up into you, squeezing your hips in his hands. Because you make him calmer. You make him feel better.

And right now, that’s what he needs.

Stevie slips out of the chair and wanders over, holding up the coloring sheet she’s just finished to him. “I make you picture.”

He smiles. Takes a few deep breaths and scoops her up so that she can show him the picture.

The cab pulls to a stop outside the video store and Steve tenses up all over. You're staring up at him in concern. "Everything okay, Steve?" you question.

"That's my mom. And I didn't think either of 'em would show up this quick." he laughs and the sound is bitter. "It's the car, they're getting something, of course they're gonna show up this time." the hurt and sarcasm in his voice is enough to make you completely forget your normal reservation and reach down, letting your fingers mesh with his as he takes a few deep breaths.

Robin and Barb wander out trying to straighten themselves up and when Robin recognizes Steve's mom, she gives him a concerned look. "Steve?"

"It's okay, Robbie." Steve is shrugging as if it's nothing but he's watching his mom try keys and stop as if she's holding back tears. He feels like shit but everything he said needed to come out because everything he said is the biggest reason he's struggled so long. Its the reason he had such a hard time letting go when he shouldn't have.

Then his mom looks up and right at him. Lingering in front of the store like she wants to come in but she doesn't dare. She manages a weak smile when she sees him with your daughter in his arms and the way you've stepped as close as you can to her son…like you want to protect him and you love him. Her mind is eased and maybe she stands there long enough to realize that somehow, entirely on his own, her son grew up. Became so much more mature than she could have ever hoped.

And she longs to go inside, to say something before she leaves town on her own for a while, but she wants to give him time before she reaches out. She needs to work through everything for herself too. And it's selfish but she wants to give her son time to cool down. Because he was honest but the harsh words stung just a little too much and right now, she can't handle it.

Steve doesn't see her watching but you do. And it only makes you step a little closer. Squeezing the hand beneath yours. "Hey..it'll be fine. Screw them."

And it's easy for you to say. So easy. Too easy. But you know it kills him. He's sweeter. So much sweeter. More sensitive. It's the whole reason you love him.

Watching him deal with this kills you. And there's only so much you can do. ,,but I can do something." the thought comes.

"Steve.. it'll be okay. It's okay not to be okay." you mumble quietly. He shrugs. "I'm fine. I said what I needed to."

Stevie puts her arms around his neck to hug him and he lets her, laughing quietly. Robin looks from Steve and the way he's standing so close right now, to you as she mouths, "Your turn."

And she's not wrong. You love him. The one thing that stops you is knowing he deserves better.

CONTINUED

" There's been a small change of plans, I am terribly sorry to do this on short notice, but we'd like the things on this list kept separate from the other things in the house. They need to be taken to this address." Penelope Harrington is calm and smiling as she charms the moving company in the same way she charmed the owner of the apartment complex her son will be moving into soon.

It's not nearly enough but she hopes it's something to help the two of you start out. She slips out the letter she's spent all afternoon writing and pushes it towards the clerk. "I'd like this to be put in one of the boxes too."

"Yeah, alright. All this is gonna cost ya eighty extra." the young clerk tells her and she slides some money across to him. "Thank you for doing this."

CONTINUED

"Okay, where the hell are we going?" Steve's laughing as you lead him down to the duck pond at the park. "Steve, it's called a surprise." you answer, leading him by the hand.

Nancy leans against the trunk of a tree behind the two of you and she's laughing to herself. She'd come to say goodbye but watching you with him feels like she's intruding on an intimate moment so she turns and walks away.

You gently push him down to a sitting position on the old comforter. Then you lean into him and raise the scarf you had tied over his eyes and when he sees the Enzos takeout container, he doesn't know what to say. Or do, this is a first for him. Normally, this is what he'd do.

As you're raising the scarf up, you can't resist the urge to gingerly just barely caress his cheek. His breath hangs and he has to fight to keep himself in control of his emotions.

"I, uh.. you had a bad day. I-i.. I wanted to do something." you explain, wishing that you could just do it already, say and do what you want to so badly.

Steve bites his lip as he gets lost in your eyes, going quiet. You're staring right back. "Hope your hungry because I smelled their pasta and I may have went crazy." -it's an attempt to make conversation without it being awkward.

"You didn't have to do this.."

"I know." you shrug, "Wanted to." you laugh softly as you look over at him. "Are you really okay, Steve?" you question, gazing at him in concern.

He shrugs. "Kind of. I've had a long time to get used to it."

"To what?"

"Being alone." he shrugs. You reach out, gently gripping his jaw. "You're not, y'know. You have Robin.. those kids, they adore you.." you go quiet. "Stevie loves you. And you're my friend too, Steve."

You wish you could just get the nerve to say what you really mean. Both of you sit there quietly. You shift to lean against him and speak up quietly. " Least we won't turn into our parents."

Steve nods in agreement and chuckles quietly. "That's true."

He slips an arm around you and it pulls you into his side a little better. "Thank you..for this."

"I couldn't just do nothing. I could tell it was bothering you." you admit, going quiet.

And if he thought he was falling head over feet before, he was wrong. He's falling even more in love now, blown away by you.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x buckleyadjacent!fem reader #steve harrington x singlemom!fem reader #my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | swearing + single mom/kid + other stuff see above #<- warning | fem reader ( outfits + personality + past + related to a canon character )#<- heavily characterized female reader.

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 8 months

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Masterlist

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Steddie:

The Pull - Steddie x Succubus!Reader masterlist (complete)

You’ve been alone for as long as you can remember, floating around for decades and moving from place to place, never letting anyone close. But that all changes when you decide to move to Hawkins Indiana. You were expecting a quiet life in a small town, but that all changed when you arrived and immediately sensed them.

All You Have To Do Is Ask - Steddie x Reader

Ever since your boyfriend Steve found out that you lost your virginity to your friend Eddie he can’t stop thinking about the two of you together, the fantasies of you and Eddie tangled together running through his mind on repeat. It starts off with just the two of you but when the fantasies start to evolve and Eddie is touching him too, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

Steve Harrington:

American Idiot - King!Steve x GothFem!Reader

Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down.

Jones and Leia - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

You agree to match Steve’s Indiana Jones costume, but it’s definitely not what he was expecting.

Opposites Attract Masterlist - y2k!Steve Harrington x MallGoth!Reader (ongoing)

This is a series of one shots/blurbs about Steve and his goth girlfriend in the early 00s. This AU is a collaboration with @reidsbtch you can find the masterlist for her y2k!Eddie x Girli!Reader Here.

Spider Lilly (part 1) - Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader

You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. (Soulmate AU)

Eddie Munson:

See You Again - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Your girlfriend surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, Corroded Coffin for your birthday. You and her spent one magical night with the lead singer over a year ago before they made it big. Will he remember you? (He definitely will.)

Beer and Bunny’s - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist.

Being Weird Is Cool Masterlist - SingleDad!Eddie x SingleMom!Reader (Ongoing)

When your late aunt leaves you her house in Hawkins you see it as a chance at fresh start and move there with your son. You didn’t expect to meet a caring metal head with kind eyes and his spitfire daughter. You didn’t expect to fall in love. You didn’t expect to find a family.

Cat and Mouse - Perv!Eddie x Perv!FemReader

Eddie thinks you are innocent and oblivious to all the pervy things he does behind your back, but what he doesn’t know is that you’re fully aware. Not only that, but you like it, and you just might be a bit of a perv yourself.

You’ll Never Be A Burden - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

When you can’t get out of bed, answer your phone, or shake the feeling of hopelessness your boyfriend is there to reassure you that he will always be there for you no matter what.

Best Mates - FuckBoy!Alpha!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Omega!Reader

You’ve always been in love with your bestfriend, you never thought anything would ever come of it until you present as an omega and he spends your heat with you.

Licking his boots (blurb)

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erin-bo-berin · 1 year

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Trust In Me

L&D Nurse Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

Warnings: Heated Makeout (later on in the fic)

Part 1: By Your Side

MASTERLIST

Thank you again to @keeryswiftie for all the help you provided with this. From filling plot holes to helping with the medical stuff. 💕

Trust.

It’s a hard thing to give to someone when you’ve lost all hope in others, when you’ve had a person break it, shred it and throw it back in your face.

It often took time to rebuild someone’s trust.

Steve Harrington knew he was dealing with a fragile creature in Y/N. She was someone that life had seemed to chew up and spit out, yet she’d been strong enough to bring her baby girl, Hope, into the world nearly two months ago.

Hope had brought him and her together and quite literally given her hope.

Steve hoped and was determined to do all he could as he continued to spend more time with her.

For all he wanted to do was to give her the gift of trust again.

•

Two Months Old

The first month of Hope’s life seemed to pass in a blur of sleep deprivation. One day had bled into another as you’d tried hard to be the best mother you could be.

Most days, you didn’t get out of your pajamas, all your energy focused on keeping the tiny newborn that depended on you for everything, alive.

It wasn’t until you’d really looked at the calendar one day that you’d realized it had been almost a month since you’d given birth. You hadn’t once used the number Steve had left you. Not only because of apprehension, but because you had been so preoccupied with Hope that you’d forgotten about it all together.

You hadn’t forgotten about Steve though. He’d always stayed at the back of your mind that entire first four weeks, even though you didn’t seem to consciously know it. That’s what led you to the hospital on that fateful night, hoping he wouldn’t refuse to see you.

It had turned out to be the best decision you could’ve made.

Now, a month later, you’d both fallen into an easy sort of routine. You’d made it clear that it was friendship you wanted as you’d missed the companionship of others. It hadn’t been until Hope was born that you realized just how truly lonely you’d become.

You’d mentally promised yourself to take it slow with Steve. Besides, he was just a friend anyways. One who you just happened to enjoy spending time with.

Due to his unusual work schedule, he was either sleeping most of the day or working all night, but within the last month, you’d both started meeting up a few times a week for dinner before his shift, which is where you currently were.

You stifled another yawn as you reached for your drink to take a sip.

Steve sat on the opposite side of the booth, Hope in his arms. He always insisted in helping you when he was around. You hated feeling like you were taking advantage of him, but he was so sweet about it you truly couldn’t refuse.

He held her with one arm, balancing the bottle with his chin as his other hand held his fork, bringing another bite of his spaghetti to his mouth.

It honestly amazed you how good he was with her, especially in times like this. You practically gaped at him as he managed to hold her, feed her and eat at the same time.

You really needed to learn how to do that.

“Are you getting enough sleep?” he asked, concerned.

He was always checking up on you and Hope. Making sure you were eating, sleeping and that everything was okay with Hope. The first few weeks after you’d started spending time together, he constantly inquired on how you were healing after birth or if there was still any pain, unable to turn the nurse part of him off.

To anyone else, it would probably be annoying, but you couldn’t help but realize how nice it was to know you had someone who cared enough to ask. So you never complained. Besides, you knew it came from a good place. That was just how Steve was.

“Not really,” you grimaced, “I catch naps here and there.”

He frowned.

“Is she still crying all night?”

You mentally cursed yourself as you felt your own tears suddenly filling your eyes. You scrubbed your hands over your eyes, trying to get them to disappear.

You know it’s because you’re overtired, stressed and due to the hormones that were still attempting to return to normal post-pregnancy. Basically, normal postpartum stuff.

But still, it was hard.

You willed your voice not to tremble when you finally spoke.

“Yeah. Some nights are better than others. But I don’t know what to do,” your voice broke at the end, causing you to pause and try to swallow the lump of emotion in your throat, “I’ll change her, try to feed her, sing to her, rock her, walk with her, make sure she’s not too hot or too cold and nothing works.”

Steve looked sympathetic as he watched as you broke down in front of him. Of course, by this point, your tears weren’t anything unusual. Not counting the few times you’d cried during labor, he’d already witnessed you cry a handful of times. Especially lately as you’d struggled with Hope not sleeping very well.

“Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do.”

Steve spoke gently, setting down his fork and reaching across the table to rub your arm that leaned against the edge of the table, in comfort and understanding.

“I feel like an awful mother though,” you admitted, “I hate hearing her cry and not being able to do anything. Plus I’m so tired I usually end up crying with her because she won’t sleep.”

“It can be rough, I understand.”

Your heart twisted at the look of concern on his face. Some days, you still couldn’t believe you’d been fortunate enough to meet such a kind person like Steve, one that cared so much about you and your daughter.

“I know it might not help much, but you’re not the only one to go through this. Hope isn’t just an unusually stubborn baby. Many mothers struggle during the first few months, some even longer. But I want you to know that it doesn’t stay like this forever, okay? This too shall pass and will only be a distant memory.”

His hand found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, not unlike how he did when you were in labor.

“That does help a little,” you smiled a bit, tears subsiding for the moment.

“Have you tried the 5 S’s?” he questioned.

“The what now?”

He chuckled at your confusion.

“The 5 S’s. Swaddle, Side/Stomach, Shushing, Swinging and Sucking.”

“Um, I’ve tried a few of those? Am I supposed to do it all at once?”

Steve never judged you for any silly questions you might have, nor did he belittle you. He just simply helped and taught you, like he was currently doing.

You knew so little about newborns and all of this felt so foreign to you sometimes that you were constantly glad to have Steve in your corner. He set down the bottle that Hope had just finished before shifting her in his arms to burp her. He grabbed a napkin from the dispenser on the table and put it on his shoulder as a makeshift burp rag then laid her gently against his shoulder, one hand supporting her head and neck, the other patting her back firmly.

“Okay, so. Swaddling the baby helps mimic the feeling of safety and snugness like they felt in the womb. Side or stomach position is holding them on their stomachs or side or even against your shoulder like this,” he motioned with his head to Hope on his shoulder before continuing.

“Shushing is pretty much self explanatory, where you’re making a soft “shhh” sound or you can even use a white noise machine. Those sounds usually remind newborns of the sounds they used to hear in the womb. Swinging, you’re gonna want to do a bit more like jiggling in a way. It’s like short, fast movements. Rocking is great to keep a calm baby calm, but when they’re upset, it’s easier to calm them down with a bit more movement. Think of it this way, they’re jostling and bumping around for nine months in the womb right?”

You nodded, paying attention and making sure to remember all of Steve’s sage advice.

“Well all that rocking and rolling—if you will—” here, he gave you a grin, clearly proud of his joke, “Is soothing to baby. They’re the harsher movements of mother doing stuff like walking, going down stairs, pretty much anything. You can also use the swing for this too. You have that one we picked out at the yard sale for her last week.”

“I haven’t gotten around to using it yet,” you admitted, embarrassed.

“Well maybe it won’t hurt to give it a go,” Steve said.

“What’s the final S again?”

“Sucking. Whether she’s sucking on a pacifier or uh, your breast, like if you try to feed her.”

For his sake, you ignored how his cheeks seemed to flame when he mentioned your breasts. Besides, it was entirely possible that no matter how long he’d been a nurse, it might still be a bit awkward talking about a woman’s breasts or vaginas to them.

Just then Hope let out a big burp, cooing happily now that her stomach felt better.

“Oh that was a big burp! Do you feel better now, sweetheart?” Steve baby talked to her, wiping her chin of any spit up.

He settled her against his chest as she whined, squirming a little.

“It just sounds like she’s overtired from not sleeping at night,” Steve said, continuing your conversation from before, “You don’t necessarily have to do all 5 S’s at once, maybe try two or three at a time. It takes some trial and error, but something is bound to work. She’ll eventually start to sleep again and so will you.”

You watched as your daughter’s movements became fewer and far between as she settled against Steve’s chest and began to drift off.

A part of you felt oddly jealous, but you chalked it up to the fact that Hope was able to sleep anywhere and anytime she pleased, unlike you.

“I sure hope so,” you sighed, “I don’t know how you get her to sleep so easily. Usually it takes a feeding, diaper change, her fighting sleep and then she falls asleep. It’s like you have the magic touch.”

Steve grinned, peering down at the peaceful Hope on his chest.

Today, the pair of scrubs he donned were a light blue and he wore the glasses you’d seen folded on the neckline of his shirt the first time you’d met him. They made him look different. Not a bad different though, just different. You liked them.

Her tiny fist had clenched the material of the top, pulling the neckline down enough to expose a sliver of dark chest hair that you’d never seen before. Your eyes trained on it before flitting away, back to his face.

“Perks of the job,” he lamented, “I’ve held quite a lot of babies in two years.”

“Maybe she somehow knows you’re an expert,” you teased, causing him to laugh.

This was often how you and Steve spent your numerous dinner meet ups. Most of it would be spent talking about Hope, at least lately, but you’d also talk about other things. His work, your work—you’d mentioned how lucky you were to have been able to have 4 months off since the office you worked at had hired a temporary receptionist in your place. Sometimes you talked about life, sometimes you talked about nothing of importance at all, like the weather or what movies were currently playing. What mattered though was that for the first time in a long time, it felt like you truly had a friend.

Steve had just finished his plate of food—all while still holding a sleeping baby might you add—when he glanced at his watch.

“I really better get going,” he said apologetically.

You felt a sinking in your chest, hating that you had to say goodbye to him already. It wasn’t the loneliness that made you sad to see him go, but more the fact that you enjoyed his company so much.

“Of course,” you said, sliding out of the booth and coming over to his side to retrieve Hope, “I can’t be the cause of crushing expectant mother’s hopes and dreams by making their favorite nurse late.”

He laughed sarcastically at your joke, but good naturedly.

“You’ll never get tired of teasing me about that, will you?”

“Nope,” you beamed at him, taking Hope carefully from his arms.

She stirred with a small whimper and you shushed her quietly, setting her against your shoulder as you reached for the carrier you’d put closest to the wall on your side of the booth. Scooting it closer to the edge of the bench, you settled her into it as easily as you could before turning to Steve to tell him bye.

“Hope you have a good shift,” you told him, as he stood, grabbing his coat, bag and the check.

“Hey, wait!” you tried to grab it from him, but he held it out of your reach.

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he smiled, “I know you’re not working right now, so just let me do this, okay?”

You made a face, though you weren’t really mad at him.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“How can you not? I’m the favorite nurse, after all,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“Same time for dinner again on Monday?” you asked.

“You know it,” Steve smiled, giving you a hug, “Bye Hopey.”

He gently tickled her foot and she jerked it away, even in her sleep making you both laugh.

He put the bag on his shoulder, his coat thrown over it and gave you a wave, calling over his shoulder as he headed to the front to pay.

“See you Monday!”

•

Three Months Old

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Steve, this child is awake at 6 am ready for breakfast, do you really think you woke me?” you answered with a laugh.

“Just checking,” he said, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

In recent weeks, along with your three dinners a week, you and Steve tended to talk on the phone every morning as well. You had to admit, it was nice being able to hear from him, especially on the days you weren’t able to see him.

Ironically, it had started by accident.

One morning, after his shift, he was unable to fall asleep after drinking way too much coffee to stay awake the night before, so he’d ended up calling you.

The chat only lasted about ten minutes before you’d heard the rhythmic sound of his breathing, indicating he’d fallen asleep mid-conversation. You’d hung up with a smile, happy to have helped him unwind.

Now, he called every morning after his shift, before he fell asleep. He’d jokingly started calling it his bedtime routine.

Even though your schedules were completely different, you were typically awake anyways since Hope was up and ready to be fed by the crack of dawn anyways.

“How is the little mother sucker anyways?”

“Steve!” you exclaimed, unable to mask the bark of laughter that came from your mouth.

“What?”

You heard his deep laughter come from the other end of the line.

“I can’t believe you just called her that,” you said, exasperated.

“Well, I assume she’s still breast feeding right?”

You didn’t even have to be in front of him to know his brow was raised with the question.

“She is,” you sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this one.

“So technically she is a mother sucker.”

“Hawkins’ favorite Labor and Delivery nurse, everybody,” you intoned sarcastically.

You looked over at Hope where she was sleeping soundly on the opposite side of your bed. You’d carefully arranged a laughable amount of pillows around her, but you didn’t want to take any chances.

“She sleeping better now?” Steve inquired.

“Mhm,” you answered, “It’s amazing how much changes in just four weeks. I didn’t think I’d ever get through those first two months.”

“But you did.”

You heard the pride in Steve’s voice and you forced yourself to tamp down the glowing feeling that blossomed in your chest. After all, he was just probably glad that you and Hope, being former patients and his friends were doing good.

“I did,” you confirmed, “But she’s growing way too fast. It’s like I simultaneously want these hard stages to be over fast, but don’t want her to grow too fast.”

“Babies sure don’t keep, that’s for sure,” Steve replied.

“Okay now you sound like Brenda.”

Steve often told you about his co-workers, one of them being the middle aged and almost grandmotherly, Brenda, who worked in the nursery. He always had funny stories to tell about things she’d said. One of your favorites was the time she’d said she was positive there’d one day be a group of mothers petitioning for a mural of his face in the hospital lobby. It’d made you laugh until you quite literally peed your pants—another part of postpartum that wasn’t too fun.

“I never realized how true it was until I started seeing Hope grow before my eyes.”

“I know. Remember that baby book you got me to read? That little scrunchy thing she used to do with her feet when I picked her up as a newborn, she doesn’t do anymore. I almost cried when I first noticed it.”

“Oh yeah because usually the first month they’re still getting used to being in the world and they still have the memory of being scrunched in the womb. But then over time they learn they can stretch their feet and legs out so they no longer scrunch.”

“You know, you’re basically a walking version of that book,” you said.

“Hey, I passed all my classes and the information stuck, okay? Sue me,” Steve joked.

“So, tell me, is it normal for my boobs to hurt sometimes? I know they’re swollen and huge with milk right now, but sometimes they’re so sensitive to the point if anything even brushes my nipple it’s painful.”

You heard a coughing, choke-like sound coming from his side of the phone conversation.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. That’s probably so awkward for you to hear. I sometimes forget I don’t have any girlfriends to talk about this with. Ignore that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Steve managed to stammer out.

He was incredibly grateful that she couldn’t see him at the moment because he was positive his face was beet red. That and other, lower parts of him had stirred to attention.

He was a man after all.

“I probably just made things so weird,” you chuckled uncomfortably, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“No, it’s a legitimate question,” he answered, attempting to keep his voice from sounding unaffected, unlike how he was truly feeling, “It’s pretty normal. Just keep an eye on it and make sure you’re not getting an infection—or what’s called mastitis. When a milk duct becomes clogged and causes an infection. If they’re not warm to the touch, red or painfully swollen then it might just be that you just need to pump or feed more. Your body just might be producing more milk than you need right now and that’s what’s causing them to be so swollen and tender.”

God help him, this conversation might just kill him if he didn’t move on from the subject of her breasts quickly.

“So you mentioned that she’s been recognizing your voice lately?”

Steve was relieved when she immediately picked up with an adorable story about how Hope had begun to smile lately.

He really had to remember to keep his priorities in check.

•

Four Months Old

You couldn’t believe your maternity leave was finally up.

Hope had turned four months old last Friday and you were to return to work on Monday morning.

You’d had to hire a babysitter. A woman in her late 40’s you’d interviewed and met with a few times now had been your choice candidate. You trusted her, especially since she had years of experience. She’d babysat since she was a preteen, had two kids of her own when she was still pretty young and now, finding herself an empty nester, she’d wanted to return to childcare.

Mrs. Jones seemed like a kind, caring and definitely trustworthy babysitter. But it wasn’t her that caused you to worry. It would be your first time leaving Hope for any amount of time and you weren’t sure you were ready for the separation anxiety you were already feeling. But, if you were going to support yourself and Hope, you had no choice but to work.

It didn’t help that Hope was growing so fast. She already could roll over, hold her head and neck up during tummy time and was starting to truly babble. It felt like she was growing so quickly, you were afraid to miss something important in just the span of a work day.

Steve, knowing your apprehension about returning to work had planned a rare weekend before shift dinner with you at the diner you three often frequented. You’d been relieved to know that you’d have some sort of distraction for a least an hour or so.

But, when you’d arrived at the diner earlier that evening, Steve hadn’t been there.

After waiting with Hope for a full hour and half, feeding her her dinner and eating a sandwich yourself, you’d finally packed up and headed home.

You’d been worried about him, knowing it wasn’t like him to miss a dinner. When you’d gotten back home and gotten Hope settled in her swing next to your bed, you’d called Steve, hoping everything was alright. Even if he didn’t answer, you’d planned on leaving a message, letting him know you were concerned.

“Hello?”

A groggy sounding Steve answered the phone and you glanced at your clock radio to check the time. It was only after 9 pm in the evening. Normally, he’d be at work.

“Steve? Why are you at home? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I was sleeping,” he yawned.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Are you sick? I got worried when you didn’t show up to the diner earlier.”

“Fuck. I must’ve slept through it.”

“It’s okay,” you frowned, “But I wish you would’ve called to let me know you weren’t coming. I was worried something bad had happened to you or—”

Steve was exhausted and didn’t take a moment to think about the words that flew out of his mouth before he voiced them.

“I can’t be at your beck and call every minute, Y/N, I have a job that keeps me busy too, you know,” he snapped.

You flinched at his tone, falling quiet. You hadn’t meant to upset him.

He sat up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face. Glancing at his own bedside clock, he saw he’d only been asleep for a few hours.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, that wasn’t fair. I’m the one that tries to help you as much as I can and I know you don’t depend on me. It’s just been a shitty 24 hours. I had to work both the day shift and my usual shift because the usual day shift nurse was sick and they couldn’t get anyone to cover. Plus it was a full moon and I swear half of Indiana was in Hawkins’ hospital having babies.”

“Oh Steve,” you said, frown deepening, feeling awful for him, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. I’ll let you go so you can sleep now.”

“No, I don’t want you to hang up mad at me,” Steve said, feeling a bit too vulnerable admitting that, “I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my shitty mood out on you.”

“I understand,” you said, genuinely, “I’m not mad. Get some sleep.”

What Steve didn’t want to admit, even to himself, is how just hearing her voice was slowly melting the bad mood and the accompanying tension from his body. He promised himself he’d get some sleep…but in a minute. Just to hear her voice a little longer.

“I will in a minute. I’m sorry for missing our dinner. Are you still nervous about tomorrow?”

You bit your lip, watching Hope swing in the baby swing. She was content, sucking on her pacifier, but you could see her eyes drooping and knew she was going to be down for the night, soon.

“Yeah. It’s nothing against Mrs. Jones though. She sounds incredible and I’m sure she’ll be wonderful with Hope. I’m just not ready for that feeling of loss when I’m not with her,” you admitted.

Steve laid back against his pillows, cradling the phone receiver between his shoulder and ear as he pulled the covers back over himself.

“That’s to be expected,” he said, “You haven’t had to leave her until now.”

“I know. I just wish I could take her with me though. I already miss her so much and I haven’t even left yet.”

“Tell you what,” Steve said, “I have tomorrow off since I just pulled a double. Why don’t you call me on your lunch break? It might help keep your mind busy.”

“That would help, thanks,” you smiled, “But you’re right, I’m just being a sissy about this.”

“Hey, I never said that,” he chuckled.

“No, you didn’t. But I know I am. I have to make money for us to survive somehow. I just hope it’ll get easier.”

“It will,” Steve said softly in your ear, “It never seems like it at the time, but I promise you will.”

The sincerity in his words calmed you more than you could even express.

Sneaking another peek at Hope, you saw your daughter fast asleep. You knew you needed to get her out of the swing and put her into her crib before you turned in for the night, yourself.

“I’ll let you go,” you said, just as quietly, “Thank you for helping.”

“Anytime,” he promised.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

•

Five Months Old

Loud cries pierced your ears as you walked with Hope, gently bouncing her in attempt to calm her.

You were beginning to feel hopeless as nothing you’d done had been able to calm her. She hadn’t cried this much since being a newborn, back when she wouldn’t sleep.

“Come on honey, please,” you begged her, rubbing her back while you bounced, “I wish I knew what was bothering you.”

You knew she was teething, but even a frozen teething ring wasn’t helping at this point. Sighing, you placed her on the changing table, knowing you needed to change her again after feeling her fill her diaper moments before.

You frowned as you cleaned her up, noticing she seemed be suffering from diarrhea. You didn’t know if her tummy bothering her was what was making her fussy or what.

Making quick work of the diaper change, you scooped her up, her face bright red from all her screaming.

“Sweetie, please calm down. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

As if on cue, you felt a warmth spreading down the front of your shirt as she threw up on you. She continued to cry and your heart clenched, hurting for her. You didn’t even care that you were covered in her puke, you just wanted her to be okay.

You settled her temporarily with a fresh, cool teething toy, causing her cries to dwindle to whimpers as you laid her on the bed. You managed to clean her up with a baby wipe and quickly changed shirts while you had a moment of respite.

You were growing more worried about her, especially when you felt her flushed cheeks and they felt warm. You carried her to the bathroom, grabbing the special baby thermometer that went into the ear—one Steve had helped you pick out—and inserted it into her ear.

Of course, with your luck, that only set her off again. She dropped the teething toy, beginning to wail again. You felt your heart drop when you saw the read of 100.5 degrees.

Her wails had increased in volume again and you felt yourself panicking, not knowing what to do. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t bother Steve in a crisis—you didn’t want to have to rely on him all the time—but you felt desperate.

Holding her against your shoulder, you raced to the phone on your bedside table, picking it up and dialing Steve’s number from memory. It was a task you’d done many times before and it was as if your fingers could punch in the numbers without giving any thought to it. In this moment, that was practically the case, with your concern for Hope weighing your mind and her cries of anguish ringing your ears, distracting you.

“Hello?”

“Steve, I’m so sorry to bother you, I know it’s your day off, but I don’t know what else to do.”

“Okay, okay, slow down,” Steve instructed, “What’s going on? Is Hope alright? I can hear her crying.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I know she’s teething, but I don’t know if she’s sick or her stomach’s bothering her or what. She won’t stop crying and she just threw up from crying so much. I don’t know what to do, Steve.”

Your own tears started falling as your concern and desperation bled into one.

“What’s your address? I’ll be right over, alright? Everything will be okay.”

You rattled off your address gratefully and thanked him before hanging up.

“It’s okay, Hope,” you said, resting your chin against her head as you attempted to rock with her.

You repeated Steve’s words to her, as much to soothe her as yourself.

“Everything will be okay.”

•

It only took Steve ten minutes to arrive. You didn’t even have to ask to know he most likely broke the speed limit to get there so quick.

Any other time, you would feel vulnerable at the realization that this was the first time he’d actually been in your home. You weren’t ashamed of it, but it was a rather small apartment that hardly seemed to stay tidy anymore with a baby around. It was just more intimate than you two had ever been.

Of course, those were the thoughts you’d be having if these were normal circumstances. Currently, all you cared about was Hope and helping her since you were at your wit’s end.

It was strange to see him out of his nurse’s scrubs. You had typically hung out with him either before or after a shift at the hospital, sometimes even visited him during his lunch break—turned out colicky babies liked car rides in the middle of the night, hence some late night hospital visits to see Steve.

Now, he was dressed in Levi’s and a polo, his hair tousled like he’d dressed in a hurry. You really hoped you hadn’t pulled him away from anything important.

He had a pharmacy bag in his hand that he set down on the couch when he walked in.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

It made you feel a bit better to see him as concerned for her as you felt.

“She’s running a fever, has diarrhea, won’t stop crying and like I said, she threw up from crying so much.”

He frowned, holding his arms out to take her from you.

“What’s going on, princess? Come to Steve.”

He took her in his arms, though she still continued to fuss.

“How high was her temperature?”

“100.5,” you answered.

He nodded.

“I got some liquid Tylenol for her to take for the pain. Can you go put a damp wash cloth in the freezer for about ten minutes? In the meantime, does she have any cold teething toys?”

When you answered with your own nod, he instructed you to retrieve it. You brought it back to him and went off to put the washcloth in the freezer.

When you’d returned to the living room, you noticed it was quieter, her wails having subsided significantly. Hope held the frozen teething ring in one hand, gnawing on it while Steve walked back and forth across your living room floor, murmuring to her softly.

“Is she alright? Is she going to be okay?”

“Yeah. She’s not sick, she’s just having symptoms of teething, the poor thing. I think she just got sick from crying too much, like you said. I took a peek before I gave her the teething ring and her bottom gums are pretty red and irritated, so a tooth or two are trying to break through. I wanted to calm her down some before we gave her any Tylenol. I didn’t want her choking on it.”

You nodded, sitting down on the couch.

“That’s smart. What’s the cloth for?”

“Sometimes babies like to gnaw on something cool and a bit rougher in texture to soothe their sore gums. It should help relieve some of the irritation along with the Tylenol.”

You let out a sigh of relief, unable to hide how concerned you were.

“Thank you Steve. You’re a lifesaver.”

He gave a wry smile in your direction, one that made your stomach flip.

“Isn’t that what I’m for?”

•

Six Months Old

“Are all mothers generally this nervous before a check up like this?”

Your knee was bouncing as you and Steve waited in the pediatrician’s waiting room for Hope’s six month check up.

Steve reached over, putting a hand on your knee only to still it as he gave you a look.

“Well considering I’m a Labor and Delivery nurse and not a pediatric nurse, I can’t honestly say. But I’m sure you’re not the only one. Any mother would hate to see their baby cry because of shots.”

“I’m dreading it,” you frowned, “I hate hearing her cry.”

“That’s just your mommy instinct kicking in,” he grinned.

Knowing how nervous you were about Hope’s six month shots, Steve had offered to come to the doctor’s appointment with you for support. No way could you have turned him down because even though you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, you wanted him to be there.

When you were called back, Steve carried Hope in her carrier back for you as the appointment began. The nurse weighed her, took her measurements and declared she was right on track for her age. While you waited for the doctor, Hope sat in Steve’s lap while he played with her.

“I can’t believe you’re 12 pounds now, kiddo!” he said to her, lifting her up and down in the air, making her squeal with laughter, “Stop growing so fast!”

Hope giggled, her fist in her mouth as she gave him a big grin. Two white teeth were exposed when she smiled now.

“Look at those teeth, mommy,” Steve baby talked to Hope, “Those pesky little teeth gave you a rough time for a little bit there, didn’t they?”

You were relieved when one day, the two bottom teeth finally emerged from her gums, seemingly out of nowhere. She still had days when she was a bit more cranky or clingy because of teething, but nothing as bad as with those first two teeth.

“Muh muh muh muh,” Hope babbled.

“Has she said mama yet?” Steve asked, setting her back in his lap, looking over at you.

“Not yet. She’s been doing a lot of that and other babbling. It’s like she’s got the first part of mama down, but can’t seem to put it together,” you chuckled.

“Give her time. She’s a smart little girl. I have a feeling she’ll be saying her first word soon,” he grinned.

The conversation was cut short when the pediatrician walked in, ready to asses Hope.

After doing a complete physical, asking about her eating, sleeping and development, he’d declared she was a perfectly healthy, right on track baby.

Then came the part you’d been dreading most. While still only in her diaper, you followed the doctor’s instructions to lay her down on the table. Steve helped you hold her still while you both tried to distract her from what was to come.

The first shot was in and out before Hope registered what had happened, but she seemed to have a delayed reaction as she burst into tears.

Your heart broke hearing your baby’s cries, even though you knew it would be over in a moment. All you wanted to do was scoop her up and comfort her.

“I know baby girl, it’s no fun,” Steve talked to her, running a hand over her hair.

It had gotten longer now, long enough for you to put a bow in it now—though she didn’t really tolerate that for long.

“It’s okay. Me and mommy are here,” he continued talking to her as she howled through the rest of the shots.

“Okay. All done, mommy. You can hold her now,” the pediatrician said with a gentle smile.

You did just that, holding her close to you, cradling her head in your hand as you bounced with her, soothing her.

The doctor left, letting you know the receptionist would be ready to schedule Hope’s next appointment when you got her calmed and dressed. You thanked him and returned your attention to Hope, noticing she had calmed more quickly than expected.

You turned around, looking behind you to see Steve had been making silly faces at her, capturing her attention. You laughed, amused while he just shrugged.

“Figured it couldn’t hurt,” he said.

Since she was no longer crying, you redressed her, letting her sit on the table as you buttoned up her onesie. You were about to pick her up when she reached her arms out in Steve’s direction.

Along with other milestones like her teeth breaking through, six months had brought the introduction to solid food, the ability to sit without any assistance and reaching to be picked up.

“Aww, you want Steve to hold you?” he chuckled, picking her up.

Then, sure as the world, she looked up at his face and uttered her first word.

“Da da.”

You froze, gaze flying to Steve’s.

Turned out, Steve had been right when he’d said that she’d say her first word soon. It just happened to be one that neither of you had expected.

Well, shit.

•

Seven Months Old

“So you’re telling me the kid’s first word was dada? And she called you dada?”

“No, Kelly. She called the doctor dada,” Steve huffed to his friend.

“Hey don’t bite my head off. I just think it was sort of inevitable,” she shrugged, tossing him a glance.

“How so?”

Kelly gave him a deadpan stare.

“Seriously? You’ve spent a lot of time with her, Steve. As far as I can tell, you’re the only male presence in Hope’s life so of course she was bound to think you’re her daddy.”

He groaned, running his hands through his hair.

“What did Y/N say about it?” she asked.

“Nothing. I mean she corrected Hope and told her that I wasn’t her dad and that I’m just Steve.”

“Just Steve. Ouch,” Kelly winced, “But she didn’t say anything to you?”

“Nope. We just got lunch and acted like it never happened.”

Now it was Kelly’s turn to groan as she leaned forward, banging her forehead against the nurse’s desk in front of where they sat.

“You two are so clueless!”

“It’s my own damn fault,” Steve muttered, “I’ve never let on that I’m interested in her or think she’s beautiful or that I spend random moments during the day thinking about what she and Hope are doing. That I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin in anticipation of seeing her again. It’s like I never truly feel relaxed unless I’m with her and Hope.”

Kelly whistled.

“Man, you’ve got it bad, Harrington.”

“No need to tell me that,” he grumbled.

“Hey, look on the bright side. You get to see Santa tomorrow,” she teased.

“I regret telling you that,” he rolled his eyes.

“Hey! I’m one of your best friends and believe me when I tell you I would’ve found out, Steve Harrington.”

He grinned, knowing that was true. There were never any secrets between him and Kelly. They shared pretty much everything from the woes of being a nurse to who they were dating, so of course he’d told her that Y/N had invited him to go with her to take Hope to see Santa.

“You may have a point,” he sighed dramatically, laughing when she hit his arm before continuing.

“But, you’re right. I’m really looking forward to it.”

•

Other than correcting Hope, you hadn’t said anything to Steve about her calling him dada. In all honesty, you didn’t know who it was more awkward for—you or him.

On one hand, you didn’t want to hurt him because he truly had become a father figure to her. On the other, you didn’t want him to think that you wanted something more than friendship. The idea wasn’t terrible of course, but you didn’t want to entertain it, sure there was no way he felt the same.

“Y/N?”

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and looked over at Steve. You were both currently waiting in line to see Santa at the mall, Hope in your arms.

“Hmm?”

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

“No, sorry. Just spaced out,” you smiled apologetically, “How was work last night?”

“Long,” he groaned, “There was an emergency C-section, a breech that finally turned his way around at the last possible second and one mother who progressed so quickly she barely made it to the hospital in time to deliver.”

“Damn. First baby?”

“Fifth,” he answered.

“Jeez, you really did have a long night. I promise I’ll get you home early enough for you to sleep at a normal time tonight.”

“Ah, the benefits of a few days off,” he chuckled.

As you drew closer to the front of the line, Hope looked around, wide eyed as she took in all the Christmas lights, the red and green decorations and the jolly laughter coming from the big guy in the red velvet chair.

“You excited to see Santa?” Steve asked her.

She babbled back to him, pointing at something.

“Is that so? Well I’m sure Santa would be happy to bring you that for Christmas.”

You laughed.

“Honestly, she’s still so young, I may just get her a few necessities and toys and then let her spend the day playing with the boxes.”

“Ah, a seven month old’s holiday dream,” Steve said wistfully, though there was a glint of humor in his eyes.

When it was Hope’s turn to sit on Santa’s lap, you and Steve both cracked up from the sidelines at the look on her face.

Contrary to some babies, she didn’t cry, she just looked confused. She looked up into the Santa’s face then back in yours and Steve’s direction, an expression of bewilderment on her face.

If she could talk, you were sure she’d be asking: “Who the heck is this you plopped me in the lap of?”

The Santa laughed heartily, talking to her while she continued to gaze at him in confusion.

Between you two and the photographer, you managed to get a pretty decent photo of her. You ended up buying a copy because it was too cute not to save.

Besides, you really wanted to remember this moment of her—and Steve too—who’d laughed so hard there were actual tears streaming down his face.

“My sides hurt from laughing so much,” he wheezed, finally calming down after you’d left with the photo in tow.

“Mine too,” you grinned.

Hope was oblivious to your laughter as she sucked on a finger, looking around the mall as you passed different shops, decorated to the nines for the holidays. She was too young to understand, but you couldn’t help the sense of feeling complete when it was the three of you. It was like you were no longer alone in the world.

But maybe, it was just the holiday magic getting to you.

•

You’d invited Steve back to your apartment after the visit with Santa and offered him lunch, which he’d declined.

You’d fed Hope a lunch of scrambled eggs and some mashed bananas—two of her favorites. She was getting to the age where she was picking up food for herself and feeding herself, though you still had to spoon feed her the mashed food.

This time though, Steve had fed her her bananas, even going as far as making airplane noises, flying the spoon around making her squeal with laughter.

Now, she was sound asleep in the play pen that you’d brought out to the living room, down for her afternoon nap.

“I’m telling you, this is such a great picture,” Steve laughed at the picture of Hope with Santa, handing it back to you.

You set it aside with a grin.

“I know I say it all the time, but I can’t believe how big she’s gotten,” he said, resting his head back against the couch.

“Me either. Sometimes it still feels like yesterday that you were literally coaching me through labor,” you grinned over at him.

“Hey, I just provided the encouragement, you did all the hard work,” he answered, amused.

“Still, I couldn’t have done it without you. I couldn’t have made it this far without you, Steve,” you whispered.

He grew quiet, his gaze focused on yours. Maybe it was your imagination, but you swore you felt the air shift between you two.

He sat up, leaning towards you and you inhaled sharply, your heart pounding in your ears as you realized what he was going to do. But nothing could have made you stop him as his hand caressed your cheek and he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours.

You would’ve been lying if you said you hadn’t imagined what it would be like to kiss Steve. Somehow, at some point over the last seven months you’d found yourself more drawn to him. It was just little things—like how he was with Hope, the way his smile was so big sometimes it was just the slightest bit crooked, the way he would do anything for you and Hope.

You kissed him back, your lips moving against his slowly as you reacquainted yourself with the feel of another person again. It had been so long since you had shared something so intimate with someone and it was a welcome change.

Maybe it had been too long or maybe it was buried longing that fueled the kiss because you found yourself carried away in it. His lips glided over yours, feeling as soft as they looked, his hands gliding from your face, down your neck to around your waist. One of your hands slid across his neck into his hair at the nape of his neck, tangling into it.

The strands were silky smooth and your fingers passed through them with ease and you never wanted to go another moment without your hand buried in his hair, without his lips on yours.

One moment bled into another as the kiss grew more heated. Your lips parted willingly as his tongue slid over your bottom lip before entering your mouth, tangling with your own.

Although it was more sensual than it had begun, the pace of the kiss was languid as if you both were taking the time to memorize every inch of one another. His hands landed on your hips, squeezing them gently, the only sound in the room the parting and rejoining of yours and his lips.

At some point during the kiss, your chest had become pressed against his and you could feel your nipples harden in arousal that you hadn’t felt in such a long time.

His hands had found your thighs and had began inching upwards, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake, even through your jeans. A soft moan erupted from your throat and that’s when reality slammed back into you, bringing you to your senses.

You pulled away abruptly then, shaken to your core, horrified at how far you’d let it go on. Steve must’ve seen the panic on your face for he jumped back from you like you’d physically burned him.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry Y/N,” he apologized profusely.

“No, no. It’s my fault, really,” you shook your head, putting much needed space between the two of you.

Your chest was heaving, your blood was boiling and you felt pulsing desire in places that hadn’t been set aflame for a long while.

“I should probably go,” Steve said, clearly as freaked out as you.

You were too preoccupied with your own jarring thoughts to argue. You nodded absently, seeing him to the door.

“I really am sorry,” Steve said, one last time.

“It’s fine, really. No harm done,” you replied.

You were lying through your teeth. Your thoughts and fears had been broken open like a sledgehammer to a glass window.

When you closed the door, you made a decision that you didn’t want to do, but knew you had to.

You had to distance yourself from Steve as soon as possible.

•

It’d been two weeks since the incident with Y/N.

Between the holidays coming up and a skeleton crew at the hospital, Steve had ended up taking on more shifts which meant he had even less personal time. He hadn’t seen Y/N since he’d kissed her—well made out with her was probably the better term for it.

She didn’t call him, she didn’t visit him, she ignored his calls. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter. It was the holidays, he was busy at work and he didn’t have time to think about his personal problems.

But she stayed at the back of his mind, constantly. He couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that he’d messed up badly.

Still, he promised himself he’d wait until after the holidays to reconnect. It was a busy time for him anyways.

It was a week before Christmas when he returned home from work one day to see a card had been delivered to him. He didn’t usually get much mail other than the occasional advertisements and pesky bills.

He had no idea what to expect when he opened it as there wasn’t a return address.

His breath caught when he pulled a Christmas card out of the envelope with the familiar picture he loved so much of Hope on Santa’s lap.

Turning it over, there were only two words written on the back.

Merry Christmas.

•

Eight Months Old

January, typically meant to be the start of a new year was also one of the coldest times of the year.

It was a cold and lonely month for you as well.

After mailing Steve the Christmas card weeks ago, you’d told yourself you’d be better off putting some space between you and him again.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. You were miserable.

You were also scared too.

Scared to open your heart again. Scared to trust someone so deeply.

The kiss had made everything all too real and emotions you’d been denying, hiding away for over half a year began making themselves known.

Without you even realizing it, over the duration of seven months, you’d developed feelings for Steve. You were attracted to him, that much was obvious, but it went so much deeper than that. He was the person you could always turn to—not for help alone, but just because you knew he was always in your corner.

He’d been there for so many of Hope’s milestones, watched her grow, been around so much that Hope had even mistaken him for her father. Truth be told though, somedays you wished Steve was her dad.

Realizations like that scared the shit out of you.

It had been so long since you depended on anyone but yourself. Even when you’d been with Hope’s biological father, you’d never really fully depended on him, you’d always trusted yourself more than anyone.

And there laid your problem.

You had opened yourself up far more than you’d ever allowed yourself to, with Steve. You’d let him help you when you usually would be too stubborn, too scared to ask for help. He’d seen you at your worst, your most vulnerable and yet he still kept coming around.

But how did you let someone in when you were scared to fully give yourself to that person?

As the days passed in a blur of the same old routine, that same question cycled through your brain.

You still hadn’t come up with an answer.

•

“It’s been how long?”

“About five weeks now,” Steve replied dully, gaze sliding over to Kelly.

They sat in their usual spots at the nurse’s desk. He was slumped back in his chair, bouncing it back and forward gently as he conversed with his friend. She sat on the desktop in front of him looking as grim as he felt.

“So why haven’t you tried going over to see her?” Kelly asked, exasperated.

“Kelly, if she’s not answering my phone calls, I doubt she wants to see me.”

“I just don’t understand how this happened,” she shook her head.

“Simple. I kissed her and fucked it all up because I got carried away and started thinking with my dick,” he mumbled.

“Normally I’d say you’re right, but that’s not exactly what I mean.”

“What do you mean?” he asked curiously.

“Well first, you didn’t mess up because you kissed her. Remember, she kissed you back—a lot.”

“Yeah, then tossed me out like hot garbage,” Steve retorted.

“Not my point Steve, stay with me. Anyways, what I mean is I don’t understand how this happened because you guys went from spending almost every free moment of your time together to nothing. How does that happen?”

“We didn’t spend every moment together,” he argued.

“Steve, focus,” Kelly reprimanded.

“I mean, it was before Christmas and things got really hectic here. I was taking extra shifts and I figured she just needed some time. I figured she’d come to me, then when she didn’t I figured I’d wait until things calmed down and the holidays were over and now—”

“Now you’ve gone five weeks without talking to her or trying to figure this thing out,” she interrupted him.

“Basically,” he shrugged.

“See this is one of those cases where waiting longer was not the smart thing to do. It just made it even harder and created an even bigger chasm between you two.”

“So, basically we’re back to it being my fault,” he sighed.

“No, we’re at the fact you both need to get your shit together and wise up,” she said.

“I don’t know, Kells,” he said, eyes trained on one nurse in particular that was new to their floor, one that had piqued his interest before returning his gaze to his friend.

“Maybe the wisest thing to do is nothing at all. Maybe it’s just wisest to do someone else.”

•

Nine Months Old

By the time February rolled around and the first full week had passed, it had been nearly 8 weeks since you’d seen or talked to Steve. Your soul quite literally felt fractured as if he had taken a piece of you that fateful day.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but you’d decided to be honest with him. First, you were going to apologize profusely for completely disappearing, then you were going to tell him that you’d fallen in love with him.

You took it as a sign when in a rare occurrence as of late, Hope woke up at 4 am with a bout of energy. After feeding her, changing her diaper and putting her into some warmer clothes, you strapped her into her carrier and decided to pay Steve a visit.

You knew it was the least you could do after the way you’d treated him.

You’d just arrived on the pediatric floor, heading to the nurse’s desk to ask to see Steve when you heard the two nurses you’d just passed, talking around the corner. You’d stopped, setting down Hope’s carrier and the diaper bag, your arms aching and trying to psyche yourself up to confront Steve.

At first, the conversation didn’t interest you until you heard one of the women mention a title you were familiar with.

“You mean the most popular male nurse on the floor? The one that everyone loves?”

There was no way they weren’t discussing Steve. Your ears perked, interested in what they were discussing.

“Mhm. The very one.”

You could hear the smirk in the second woman’s voice. The first one spoke again.

“You’re telling me you’ve been hooking up with him? God, he’s so hot.”

It felt like your stomach bottomed out when you heard those words. Surely, you must be misunderstanding things. After all, you were only hearing snippets of a conversation anyways.

“We’ve hooked up a few times. No big deal.”

You could practically hear the smugness in the nurse’s words, making you feel sick.

“So tell me,” the friend asked, “What’s he like in bed?”

“A girl never kisses and tells,” you heard the other say coyly, “But I will tell you I never leave unsatisfied, that’s for sure.”

The rest of their conversation faded away as you felt a rush in your ears, as if you were underwater.

You felt like an idiot.

Of course he had been seeing someone. You didn’t own him, you weren’t in a relationship and he had every right to see whoever he pleased.

Then why did you feel like someone had just punched you in the stomach?

It had been a mistake to show up.

It would’ve been even worse if you’d actually made it to him and confessed your love. Oh God, that would’ve been mortifying.

It was probably better that you left before he found out you’d come to see him. But before you could gather Hope’s carrier and the diaper bag, you heard your name.

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”

You didn’t recognize the voice, but turned and saw a petite blonde nurse coming up to you. Her face was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place her.

“I don’t know if you remember me, but I was the other nurse in your room when you delivered, Kelly.”

“Oh, right!” you nodded, offering a smile, though at the moment you felt like doing the complete opposite, “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you right away.”

“Don’t worry. It was a chaotic time, I understand. Is this your daughter?”

She looked down at Hope in her carrier who was peacefully chewing on her stuffed animal bunny, cooing.

“Yes. This is Hope,” you confirmed.

“Oh she’s so cute! Look how big you’ve gotten!” Kelly bent down, tickling Hope’s tummy making her giggle, “I was there when you were born, munchkin.”

Standing back up, she turned towards you.

“Are you here to see Steve? He’s just in with a patient, but I’ll go get him.”

You opened your mouth to speak—not sure whether to question how she knew or to make your excuses and leave.

“Oh sorry, I forgot to mention Steve’s one of my oldest friends and he’s mentioned you before. So I figured you were here to visit him.”

You really had to get out of here. But of course, with your track record, you weren’t fast enough.

“Oh, speak of the devil,” Kelly said, looking over her shoulder.

“What about me?” Steve asked, coming up behind her, stopping short when he caught his first glimpse of you.

He hadn’t noticed you standing with Kelly until he was right in front of the two of you.

“Y/N?”

Your chest ached, hearing his voice. At one point, you’d heard it every single day. Now, it was the first time you’d heard it in months and it hurt like hell after what you’d overheard.

“I better run. Gotta go check on patients and other nurse stuff, you know,” Kelly excused herself, “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”

You nodded at Kelly as she left and it wasn’t until she was far enough that you finally found your voice again.

“Yeah, hi,” you said awkwardly to Steve, “I um, I thought I’d come visit.”

“It’s been a while,” he said gruffly.

“Yeah, that’s my fault,” you looked down, refusing to look him directly in the eyes.

This was awkward, painful and so far from the comfort and ease you’d used to feel around him.

“How’s my little Hopey?” he asked, bending down to boop her nose.

She dropped her stuffed bunny and grinned wide up at Steve. She now had even more teeth—six to be exact. Two on the bottom and four across the top.

“Look at that beautiful smile,” he grinned at her, “I think you dropped this.”

He picked up her bunny and handed it back to her. She immediately took it back in her hand, going back to chewing on the ear.

“I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted. It was wholeheartedly a me thing and nothing you did wrong,” you blabbered on, “I’m sorry for disappearing. I just needed time to get my head on straight. I hope you don’t hate me and I hope you can forgive me. If you can’t, I’ll understand. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry.

He was still crouched next to Hope’s carrier, playing with her as you talked, but he finally looked up at you.

You wanted to kick yourself for being so stupid. For realizing way too late that you were in love with this stupidly handsome, generous, caring and all together amazing man.

Today’s scrubs were a deep red and though he wasn’t donning his glasses, they were folded over the neckline of the top, laying against his chest. His hair was a little shorter now and perhaps styled a bit differently, some strands flopping over onto his forehead, though it looked like he’d pushed it back with his hands multiple times over the shift. His brown eyes looked up at you and though you could tell through them before, you couldn’t tell now what he was feeling.

Your eyes ran over his face at the freckles and moles that covered his face and neck that you were so used to seeing, never once before thinking just how much you wanted to trail kisses over them, knowing now that some other girl had that advantage. Or that he kissed someone else with those pale pink lips that had felt so soft against yours. That he had kissed you like you’d never had anyone kiss you before.

“I could never hate you,” he replied honestly, “Thank you for coming to apologize. I know how hard that must be.”

He truly had no idea, especially now.

You nodded awkwardly.

“If you’re up for it, how about dinner tomorrow? Same time, same place? It’ll be good to catch up.”

He was offering you an olive branch. You would be stupid not to take it, so you agreed.

“Sounds great.”

•

Steve practically leapt out of his seat at the loud crash of a clipboard being slammed against the desk in front of him. He looked up to see none other than Kelly.

“Okay. What the fuck did you do to her?”

“To who? What are you talking about?”

His brows creased in confusion and his best friend groaned and fell back into her chair.

“To Y/N, you idiot.”

“I didn’t do anything to her…?”

Kelly tried her best to suppress the eye roll she felt like giving him and tried to remain patient with her friend. He was a man after all.

“Then why did she look like a kicked puppy?”

“She did?”

This time, Kelly did roll her eyes. Lord, give her the strength.

“Okay, let me put it this way. Does it have anything to do with you sleeping with Holly?”

His look of bewilderment was almost comical to her. Steve had no idea how she knew about that and he asked her as much.

“Please. With the way that girl’s been flapping her gums? There’s no way I haven’t heard about it. What I want to know is if Y/N found out.”

“I…”

He felt panic rise up in him. He didn’t know why exactly it made him feel horrible, but he did.

He had every right to see other people and not feel bad about it. Kelly sighed, patting him on his shoulder as she got up, walking off to her newest patient’s room.

He hoped maybe it would all blow over soon enough.

•

Ten Months Old

While Hope was busy growing, going from crawling to pulling herself up, saying only one word to being able to say a few more words—like mama and ball—to being able to wave and hold her own bottle during feedings, you and Steve had become the opposite. You’d both seemed stunted in comparison.

Spending time with one another was common again, but it was more than obvious you both were avoiding the elephant in the room—the growing awkwardness of never talking about where you stood.

Now, instead of talking about anything and everything from Hope to current events just because, you both did it as a means to avoid any hard conversations. The more time passed though, the more you felt it weighing on you.

You desperately wanted to ask about the nurse that you’d overheard a month ago, but didn’t think it was your place to. After all, you weren’t a couple and it wasn’t any of your business anyway, no matter how much it hurt to think of him in another woman’s bed.

Steve, on the other hand, was baffled at what was causing such a growing rift between them. Sure, they still met up, spent time together and talked, but he could feel the valley of unsaid things between them. He knew at some point, that rubber band of tension would stretch too far and break.

He’d dismissed Kelly’s concerns about Y/N finding out about Holly. After all, he’d only slept with her a handful of times and that dalliance had ended after Y/N had showed up at the hospital with Hope to apologize. He’d made sure to end it that day.

At the same time, Steve was struggling with his own conflicting emotions and revelations that he didn’t want to quite admit to himself. The main one being why he decided to pursue Holly in the first place.

Yet on you and Steve went with this charade, acting like all was fine, but you knew you were on borrowed time. It would all have to come out eventually.

That day came sooner than you had even hoped. Ironically what had began as a good day, ended up a horrible one.

You and Steve sat in your living room as he’d come over before he had to head into work later that evening. Hope was busy playing on the floor. Once she’d started crawling a few months ago, she hadn’t stopped moving. The same went for your daughter now. She was constantly testing her limits to see what she could do.

“No, no, Hope,” you chided, when she tried to stick her finger in the air vent in the floor.

You picked her up and sat her back down on the floor in front of her toys.

“Oh she’s getting rebellious now, isn’t she?” Steve chuckled.

“I’m telling you, she’s smart that’s for sure. She’s always trying new things to see what she can get away with or seeing what she can do. I swear I think that’s why she started crawling at six months, she just couldn’t wait to get moving.”

“Hey, she’s a busy girl. New place to explore, things to chew,” he retorted.

You chuckled, watching Hope pull herself up with the help of holding onto the edge of the couch.

“She’s been doing that so much lately. I wonder if she’ll take any steps soon,” you pondered out loud.

“It’s possible,” Steve answered, “Obviously it varies from baby to baby, but it can be as early as ten months to as late as fourteen or fifteen months. Some just like to crawl longer, some don’t crawl at all and skip straight to walking. It’s fascinating when you think about it.”

“You gonna show Steve how big of a girl you are and take a step?” you grinned at Hope, who babbled at you.

She was holding onto the couch at the other end from where you two were seated. You both got up, crouching in front of her, encouraging her.

“Come on Hopey, I know you can do it,” Steve grinned at her.

She baby talked, letting go of the couch as she took one awkward step on her own and then two more before falling on her bottom, looking a little surprised.

“You did it!” you squealed.

Steve cheered just as much as you did, picking her up and lifting her in the air. Hope instantly forgot that she’d fallen on her tush as she squealed, grinning wide at him.

When the moment passed, your eyes locked with his and you knew it was time for the inevitable.

“Can we-” he began.

“I overheard some nurses talking when I went to see you last month,” you blurted.

Steve winced. Kelly had been right all along.

He put Hope down with her toys, situating her with her stuffed bunny before turning back to you.

“Let me guess, you heard about the fact that I’ve been seeing one of the new nurses?” he asked.

“Seeing is a loose term, I’d think,” you quipped.

“Now that’s not fair,” he responded, “I’m allowed to see or sleep with whoever I want to in my free time. It’s not like we’re together.”

You sighed, dragging your hands down your face, not wanting to admit the truth, but you knew you had to if this conversation was to go anywhere.

“I know. I guess I just felt jealous and betrayed.”

“Betrayed?” Steve’s brows furrowed, “It’s not like I cheated on you or anything.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” you replied firmly.

“Then what are you saying? Because I personally felt betrayed when you just disappeared into thin air for two fucking months.”

His tone was now harsher and you felt your shoulders stiffen.

“I know and that’s my fault, I get it. I freaked out and got scared. But when I came to see you last month to apologize and talk to you, I find out you’ve already got yourself a nice side piece!”

“Well maybe you aren’t the only one good at playing games,” he shot back.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that for almost a year, I’ve constantly been here for you, yet you play these mind games. One minute you’re telling me you need me and can’t do this without me then the next you drop me like a hot potato. What else am I supposed to think?”

“Maybe that I’m struggling and having a hard time trusting someone other than myself?!”

“You’re not the only one with issues, Y/N. The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

You scoffed.

“I never said it did! I made a mistake and owned up to it, yet you go off and start fucking some nurse?”

“Newsflash. You aren’t the only one that’s lonely.”

Your pressed your lips together as you tried to control your temper and get a hold of this conversation before it got too out of hand.

This wasn’t how you wanted to do it, but you felt like you had no other choice than to admit to it now. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your quivering voice.

“The day I came to apologize, I was going to tell you that I’d fallen in love with you. Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t after I heard that nurse talking about how much she was seeing you.”

He barked a laugh, no humor in it.

“Well maybe because unlike you, Holly actually pays attention to how I feel.”

You reeled back like he’d slapped you. Not only did he not acknowledge your admission, he’d struck you where it hurt the most.

He ran a hand through his hair, his hands firm on his hips, body tense with anger.

“I got to get to work.”

You said nothing as he got up and left, slamming the door behind him.

Hope startled at the loud sound and started crying. You picked her up in your arms, your own tears streaming down your face.

“It’s okay to cry, baby. Sometimes, that’s all you can do.”

•

Eleven Months Old

“This feels like a rerun of a show I’ve already watched,” Kelly quipped.

“Normally, I’d appreciate your humor, but now is not one of those times,” Steve mumbled.

“As your best friend and work wife, I’d just like to say you’re an idiot.”

“Thank you. That’s extremely helpful,” he deadpanned.

“Honestly though, why have you guys stopped talking again? Because of a silly little fight?”

“She was hurt I slept with Holly and I was hurt that she ditched me,” Steve answered, “We haven’t spoke since then. We said a lot of hurtful things.”

“Alright. Let’s put a pin in this for a moment. Why did you sleep with Tits McGee?”

He gave her a look, but answered her anyways, with a shrug.

“I was lonely Kells and it’d been awhile. Besides she wanted me and sometimes it’s nice to feel wanted.”

“Honestly, am I the only person in this unit that doesn’t want your dick? You can’t be that amazing in bed. I mean we slept together once and I can’t remember a damn thing.”

“We were drunk college kids then,” Steve retorted.

“Still. If you were that spectacular I would’ve remembered it whether I was drunk or not,” she replied.

“Why am I friends with you again?”

“Because you love me,” she grinned innocently, “Anyways, back to your issue. Did the random girl mean anything to you?”

“Not really, no. I mean every time I closed my eyes I imagined it was Y/N, not Holly underneath me. That it was her moans and her sighs.”

“Steve, you know I’m usually all for our TMI conversations—which by the way, I feel like I’m getting a UTI—”

Steve cut her off with a groan and an unamused look.

“Sorry, anyways, why the fuck are you telling me this? Tell Y/N, that!”

“I’ve messed up one too many times with her. I mean maybe we just aren’t meant to work out.”

Kelly sighed, knowing she was going to have to spell it out to him.

“She told you she loved you, Steve.”

“Yeah, but that’s what she was going to say before the Holly thing. It might not be true anymore.”

“Based on the way she looked that day I saw her? I’d say it’s definitely still true,” she said.

“But you could be wrong about that,” he argued.

“Steve, I’m gonna be blunt with you.”

“When aren’t you?” he quipped, a small smile quirking his lips.

“I know we made that pact a long time ago that if I never met a man and wanted a kid, you’d give me your sperm, but you’ve found true love. That woman with that adorable baby is in love with you, Steve. I’m tired of watching you fuck it all up.”

“So what do I do?” he asked, feeling quite literally like a lost puppy.

“What they do in the movies, dumbass. You go after her.”

•

Spring had arrived and despite the warmer weather, the cold snap between you and Steve had made you miserable.

Hope was now old enough to remember and recognize Steve and you could tell she missed him too. She tended to be more fussy and clingy lately, but then again, maybe that was just the teething.

You felt like you were at the end of your rope. You had no idea what to do when it came to Steve and had begun to think maybe you just weren’t meant to work it out. Maybe, you were just too different.

You were cleaning up Hope’s face from her lunch when you heard a knock on your door.

“Coming!” you called to the visitor, hurrying to set Hope on the living room floor with her toys before scurrying to the door.

When you opened it, you figured to see a delivery man, one of your neighbors, hell even your landlord. You did not expect to see Steve standing there.

“Steve,” you breathed.

Before you could say anything else, his hands were on your face, cradling it as he brought his lips to yours.

You wouldn’t have been exaggerating when you said your knees literally went weak from the relief. Just to see him again, feel him again, kiss him again.

The time would come to talk, but for right now, you just kissed him like he was the first taste of water you’d had after a trip through the desert.

“Da da”

You both parted and looked down, laughing at Hope who’d crawled over to the door—she hadn’t walked yet, but she was so close—and pulled herself up by Steve’s pant leg. She now stood, holding onto it, trying to look up at him.

He laughed, face bright with happiness as he bent down to pick her up.

“Well hello to you too, munchkin,” he grinned, kissing her cheek, before looking back at you, “Sorry about that…I had a whole speech prepared and then I just saw you and well, that plan vanished.”

You laughed, giddy with relief just to be with him again.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for all the things I said. It wasn’t fair, I know.”

You ushered him in, closing the door behind him. He sat Hope back down when she started wiggling to get down. She returned to her toys, none the wiser to the two of you.

“I wanted to apologize too. I said things that I didn’t mean. Things just got so confusing and difficult and I never meant for them to get that way. You had every right to be hurt about Holly,” he swallowed hard, nervous to continue, but he forged ahead, “I was selfish and made a big mistake because, fuck, Y/N, the few times I was with her, all I could imagine was it was you under me. All I wanted was you. I couldn’t forget you.”

Your heartbeat sped up and your mouth went dry. You couldn’t believe—had no idea he’d felt the same way about you as you had him.

“And that’s over,” Steve continued, “I actually broke things off with her the day you came to visit me two months ago. It was then I knew I made a big mistake. I was lonely and stupid and a dumbass, I know. I was just afraid to admit how I felt about you for fear you wouldn’t want me. I know how hard it has been for you to trust again, to truly give yourself one hundred percent to someone again. But if you think you can, I’d want nothing more than to be the one you trust. I knew you were special, Y/N. I knew it from the moment I first set eyes on you in the labor and delivery ward all those months ago.”

You were crying, again. Honestly, if you hadn’t scared him off by your amount of tears alone throughout this past year then that was a major accomplishment. Emotion clogged your throat and you were unable to speak, but it was alright because Steve wasn’t done just yet.

“If you want to take it slow, that’s fine by me. We can take it as slow as you want. I just want to be with you. With you and Hope. I adore her so much and I know there’s the logistics of her calling me daddy and if you don’t want that, that’s okay, she can call me Steve. Or if that is okay, I’d love for her to—”

“Steve,” you laughed, interrupting his rambling.

He stopped, a sheepish look on his face.

“Will you shut up and kiss me again?”

He happily obliged.

•

Twelve Months Old

Time is an odd thing. Sometimes it feels too fast while other times it feels too slow.

You realized just how much truth there was in the saying that the days are long, but the years were short because somehow, in a blink of an eye, your precious Hope was a year old.

You decided to celebrate with just you, Hope and Steve. There wasn’t really anyone to invite to a party and you didn’t think Hope would mind forgoing a party she wouldn’t remember.

The three of you spent the entire day together, Steve surprising Hope with a trip to the zoo, which she had a blast at. You took turns pushing the stroller, taking her out so she could look at the animals.

She pointed, babbled and gawked at different animals and even got to pet a giraffe. You weren’t sure who was more excited about that part, you or her.

Afterwards, Steve treated the two of you McDonalds. Hope was now old enough to gnaw on some fries, which she had recently discovered she absolutely loved—a girl after your own heart honestly.

Steve didn’t even bother with getting her a high chair as he sat with her in his lap the entire time you two ate. As cliché as it sounded, your face actually hurt from smiling so much. The last time you’d been this happy was the first time you’d heard Hope’s cries as she announced her presence to the world. It was no coincidence that Steve was there for such a monumental moment then or now. You knew now that he was meant to be in your life.

Despite having a small cake back at your apartment for her birthday, Steve bought an ice cream cone just to let Hope have a few tastes.

“You’re going to spoil her rotten,” you laughed.

“Hey, you only turn one once. Besides, we haven’t even gotten to presents yet,” he winked.

When you’d returned to your place, Hope immediately fussed to be put down as she wanted to play.

“Don’t you want your gift, Hopey?” Steve asked, holding up a gift bag.

She looked up at her name and stood, taking a few teetering steps at first. You and Steve both froze as you saw her take the last few steps towards you and Steve.

“Hope!” you squealed, picking her up, “You walked all by yourself!”

Not truly realizing what she’d done, she grinned wide at the two of you.

“That was the best present ever, baby,” you smiled, kissing her cheek repeatedly.

She shrieked and laughed, trying to push you away.

“Why don’t we open your present from daddy Steve?” you asked her, sitting down with her in your lap.

He raised an amused eyebrow and you shrugged.

“Hey, if she’s gonna keep calling you dada. I thought I’d ease you into it, if you’d like to be her father figure that is,” you said.

“I couldn’t think of a better honor,” he replied wholeheartedly.

You both burst out laughing when Hope practically snatched the gift bag out of Steve’s hands in the short time that you spoke.

“Okay, okay. We get it, you’re ready,” Steve chuckled, handing it to her.

She struggled a bit, getting quite sidetracked by the tissue paper, finding it quite entertaining. You helped her out, pulling out another little stuffed bunny. This one had the name Hope embroidered on the ear.

“Oh Steve,” you breathed, “This is perfect. But it’s way too much.”

“No it’s not. I wanted to get her something special. Besides, I figured her first little bunny could use a friend.”

She babbled, taking it out of your hand, almost immediately tucking it under her arm.

“I think she likes it,” you smiled.

“Good. I’m glad.”

•

Cake was postponed for later as Hope promptly fell asleep against Steve’s chest for her afternoon nap. He’d been reluctant to put her in her crib, but he knew she’d sleep better that way. Before he tiptoed out of the bedroom, he rubbed her back soothingly.

“Happy birthday little Hope. Thank you for bringing me and your mommy together.”

When he returned to the living room, you were busy cleaning up the mess of toys that the now one year old you had, could produce.

Steve grinned as he plopped down on the couch, reaching out to grab you by the waist and pull you into his lap. You squealed at the sudden movement, laughing as you landed in his lap.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“For what?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

“For deciding to take a chance on me, on us. For trusting me. For choosing me to be the one to love you like you should be loved.”

You had no words for him, so you showed him how you felt as you leaned down and connected your lips with his in a soft kiss.

When you pulled away, you sighed, leaning into him.

“What are you thinking about?” he questioned.

“Just how much has happened this year,” you said.

You thought of that scared girl you’d been exactly a year ago when you were in labor. You thought of the sleep deprived mother you’d been in those first few months and how Steve had helped you through it. You thought of that awkward pair of friends at the beginning of your relationship, just getting to know one another but having a connection that only the birth of your baby girl had provided. You thought of you and Steve as you grew closer, fought, went through misunderstandings and confusion, yet still managed to make your way back to one another. All in a year.

Just as Hope had grown, developed and changed, so had your relationship with Steve.

Life was always filled with surprises. Some good, some not so good, but it wouldn’t be worth it if was easy all the time. You were thankful for all the lessons that both Hope and Steve had taught you and the growth they’d both invoked in you.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

You looked down into his warm brown eyes. They were the same kind ones that had greeted you the first time he walked into your hospital room. You smiled at him before speaking.

“For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

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Twins of Eddie Munson

Chapter two

summary: Eddie expresses his feelings about what happened with the break up with the boys in 87” after two years of being on the road and they finally get to come back home to the town of Hawkins.

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A/N this will clear up on why reader can never get ahold of Eddie.

June 17th, 1987

It’s 11:30 pm all of us are sitting around at the front of the tour bus watching Friday the 13th eating spaghetti o’s since we really don’t have much to eat. Eddie’s in the back on his bed probably playing around on his guitar or smoking a joint.

All of a sudden the phone in the kitchen starts ringing. The boys all look at me and not moving once. I guess I’ll be the one to answer. Rolling my eyes. I get up to go answer it.

It’s probably one of our family members or Dustin. He’s always calling to talk to Eddie about girl problems or just to hear about how the tour is going. Dustin never once brought up y/n,which we’re all thankful for because to be honest with you Eddie goes nuts man . He’ll start drinking heavy, harsh drugs and bringing anything he could fuck onto the bus for a night.

“Hello, This is Gareth”waiting for the other person on the other line say something.

I hear slight sounds of what sounds like a baby crying in the background but I shake it off.

Probably nothing

“Gareth..uh it’s me..” y/n says in a soft voice.

She sounds like she’s been crying. Great man.. We all hated how things left with those two but Eddie acts like he doesn’t care.

Eddie hasn’t once opened up to any of us about the breakup and it’s been a year. I’m honestly worried because most days he isn’t himself… pushing himself to live on the Munson name. Something he thrived to never do especially when he was with y/n.

“Hey..everything okay?”

You can hear y/n get choked up “uh yeah is he there..Edd..” before she could finish I knew who she was looking for.

“No he’s not..I’m sorry he must’ve went out for a bit after the show.”

I hated lying to her. Looking back towards Eddie sitting on his bed on the back of the bus playing around with his guitar with a joint in between his lips.

“Oh okay..well can you let him know I need to talk to him Gareth.”before you can say anything she hangs up.

You put the phone back into its place so it hangs up the dial tone.

“Who was that”Eddie yells from the back

“It was y/n man. Seriously how long are you going to fucking do this to her?” Raising my voice at him walking towards him.

“What I do is none of y’alls business anymore, you hear me. Like I’ve said before I don’t care about y/n” Eddie clenching his jaw line.

“But you do still care . You got mad at fucking Jeff the other night mentioning a memory of when y/n joined the hellfire club helping us beat Vecna when we were playing D&D the other night” shaking my head “but whatever man go ahead and fuck that all up to”

“There’s a lot of people hurting from this whole situation do you not realize that? Wayne can’t talk to her because you get mad at him. Dustin her own cousin is too damn afraid to mention her name because you become a asshole the second y/n is mentioned” before Eddie could even get a word out I walked out of the bus to go smoke. Finding myself sitting on a picnic table outside of the venue we just played at.

Few minutes pass and Eddie is walking out of the bus with the rest of the guys.

“Look I’m sorry okay” Eddie says rubbing the back of his neck “it’s just hard okay?”

“Hard about what man ? You really haven’t told us anything that happened or how you feel about all of it” while Jeff and Jarrod agree with you shaking their heads in silence.

Eddie sighs and lights a cigarette.

“Y’all really want to know” Eddie says looking at the boys with a -i fucked up face-

“I fucked up okay...the week before we we’re leaving I treated y/n like absolutely shit hoping she would break up with me so I had the thought of not being the one to break up with her..she never budged ever after all the fights I caused.” playing with his metal ringer on his middle finger.

“The last thing I could think of was to cheat so two nights before we left we went to the hideout to grab a few drinks. Well I had a little to much and ended up disappearing with some random girl. Y/N was too drunk to even realize I was gone. Till the next day the girl showed up to my trailer and it went all down from there.” looking at us with glazed eyes like he’s about to cry “ I watched the girl I love break into pieces right infront of me and I acted like an asshole” a tear rolling down Eddie’s cheek. “That’s why I hate people mentioning her,the day I broke her replays in my head. I just want to get back home to fix the pieces that I’ve broken. She was the one I wanted to die next to, marry and have at least two kids with.I took that from myself”

Now I understand. He’s hating himself for what he did.

a/n that’s the end of the flashback. I just wanted to see how everyone would feel about having flashbacks into the fic.

1988

It was the last show on tour and the boys had mixed emotions about it being the last one for a year.

they were playing in a city not to far from Hawkins so they could have a easy ride tomorrow morning.

Gareth met a beautiful woman named Jennifer Vale and he can’t wait to take her home to visit his family. Their relationship reminded Eddie a lot of y’all. Polar opposite’s but fit perfectly together like a puzzle needs a piece to be complete. She supported Gareth like y/n did for Eddie.

Eddie met a few girls on tour but all one night stands to wash out the memory of you. Definitely worked for him for two years but he’s dreading going back home with the thought of you being there full of mixed feelings towards him. But he doesn’t blame you. He’s ignored the one girl he truly loves for two years. He will try anything to gain your trust and the chance to love you again.

{Eddie’s Pov}

“Come on man let’s go smoke a cigarette before we start” Gareth says while he finished putting up the last piece of his drum-set together.

“Yeah man” grabbing the cigarette tucked behind my ear putting it in between my lips lighting it.

The guy and I walk outside the back door to smoke and talk. A crowd of noise started coming from the distances “look people are starting to show up” Gareth says pointing towards the end of the ally where there’s a crowd of people walking towards the front door.

“Hell yeah man, gonna be a great show” put my hand on his shoulder slightly shaking him.

The boys all smile in excitement and throw the buds of their cigarettes onto the ground “Let’s fucking go man !!” Jeff says throwing the backdoor open.

We finished our show after almost 2 hours of playing originals and covers people wanted to hear.

“Man that was fucking great!!” Gareth says playing air drums

“Most Metal Ever man” I said smiling at the boys.

“Let’s go get fucked up on our last night of tour!” putting my baby in her case. Sitting it by the back door.

“Fuck yeah” they all said in excitement agreeing with you.

We walk out to the bar area and order some drinks and talk with random fans throughout the night. I thought I saw y/n at one point but I shook it off. Just my mind fucking with me because we’re going home.

After awhile of partying we decided it was time to go crash.

•Next morning•

“Man I’m ready to get home..” throwing my suitcase into the back of the van while the boys threw their stuff in the back.

“Yeah me to”Gareth and the rest of the guys say all loading up in the van.

I get into the driver seat and start up my old beat up van. Hoping it will make it to Hawkins without any problems.

Hint of lovely Marry Jane hits my nose and you look over at Gareth rolling up two joints.

“You need one man” Gareth says finishing up the first joint handing it to me

“Thanks man..” I take it and place it between my lips. Grabbing my lighter to light it. Taking in a long drag to wash out my anxiety about going back home..to her.. I left her heartbroken and mad at me for no reason. Just because I wanted to have fun on tour and man did we have fun. GIRLS,DRUGS AND MORE GIRLS. that was our life on the road. I did everything to keep her off my mind and it worked.

“So who’s the first person you’re going to see man ?” Gareth ask while taking a hit off of his joint.

“Wayne man, I missed my old man.” sighing in relief of getting to see Wayne again. “That’s if he’s home, if not I gotta see my little man Dustin. I have some stuff for him from the tour”pointing my finger to the back of the van.

deep down y/n was the first person I wanted to see but I’m definitely the last she wants to see.

“What if y/n is at Dustin’s?” Gareth says in a sincere tone.

“Shit I didn’t think of that..”

Yeah I did but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Well if she’s there don’t try so hard okay. Girls are different then us” Gareth taking another hit off of his joint “

“Shit Harrington probably swooped her in already.he’s the picture perfect guy”Gareth laughing. I shot him a death glare

“Steve isn’t her ty..”

“That you know of man. Y/n could be the type of girl who only cares about the love and care from the person”

Deep down I know he’s right. Y/n doesn’t have a type as long as their a good person.

a sign comes into our line of vision

HAWKINS 50 miles

One hour later of us just driving down the road talking about all the things we wanted to do when we got back home. We see the Hawkins sign.

“Fucking finally” all the boys say at the same time groaning.

“I’m just ready to get into my bed” Jeff says stretching his arms into the air.

“Same” I said laughing.

“I’ve been around you freaks for to long”

“Okay Eddie the Freak Munson” Gareth says laughing.

As you guys drive through town you notice how some things have changed around town since the last time y’all were here.

“Damn it looks different”

“Very different” Gareth says looking out the window as they pass everything.

You pull up to Gareth’s house to drop the guys off. Since they all left their cars at his place since the day we left.

“I’ll see y’all next week for our D&D campaign with Dustin and the rest of the club right?” looking at the guys before they get out of the van

“Yup”

“Yeah man”

“Uh duh what kinda question is that”

I laughed at their responses

“Alright later guys”

I pull off to head home to see if Wayne is there and as I pull up to the trailer surprisingly he isn’t home.

Dustin’s house it is I guess. I haven’t told little dude I was coming home yet so hopefully he is up for a surprise.

On the drive to Dustin’s I blasted my heavy metal music just so the people I passed knew the one and only Eddie Munson was back home finally.

I noticed I was getting close to Y/N’s house so I decided to drive pass a little faster hoping she wouldn’t see me..

As much as I just want to bust through that door to get my girl back.. that’s not happening after how I’ve been towards her.

As I was pulling up to Henderson’s house I noticed Steve’s BMW in the drive way.

“I guess I can surprise Harrington today also”

Oh man only if he knew.- author

I park my van on side of the road by the mailbox and get out to grab the stuff I got Dustin from the tour.

As I’m walking up to the door I can hear sounds of little kids laughing.

Guess Dustin and Steve are still babysitting kids after two years.

I knock on the door and as soon as I did the first knock the door swung open

“EDDIE?!?!” Dustin says in shock

“Don’t sound to excited to see me man” I said grabbing the top of his head to mess up his hair. I’m still a bit taller than Dustin so I over looked him and noticed Robin rush upstairs with two kids not even saying a word to me.

Weird she probably hates me for what happened with y/n.

“Come in” Dustin says smiling hard from the fact that Eddie is back home. Moving over to let him in

“Thanks man” I walk in and see Steve.

“Munson” Steve says kinda cold

“Harrington?” I said confused looking at Dustin hoping he knows what Steve’s issue is

“Ignore him. It’s his time of the month” Dustin says trying to keep Steve from saying anything else to Eddie. Dustin knew how much hate Steve has towards Eddie right now.

Steve scoffs and says something under his breath “now he’s back”

“What was that?” Clearly he didn’t think I couldn’t hear that.

“ Oh only if you fucking knew man..” walking towards Eddie as Steves voice is raising up to where Robin can hear him.

“What is your problem man?” Stepping up closer to him.

Robin starts walking downstairs after putting the twins down for a nap in Dustin’s room,but freezes as she noticed something bad was about to go down.

“My problem is you fucking break Y/N’s heart like it was nothing to you. Then you don’t even have to balls to call her to tell her you’re sorry” Steve says clinching his jaw causing a vein to show up on the side of his neck. “I still don’t understand how she can even bring your name up anymore after everything you did”

Robin looks at Dustin and mouths “stop it before it gets worse”

Dustin tries to step in “so how was..” but was cut off by Eddie

“Oh so you’re mad that she hasn’t gotten with you is what I’m hearing?” I laugh in his face knowing that will set him off.

“No I’m mad at the fact that while you’re living your life she’s at home taking ca…” the sound of the oven alarm going off caught everyone’s attention

“Saved by the bell!!” Dustin and Robin yell in relief.

Robin grabs Steve’s arm and drags him to the kitchen.

“Are you fucking crazy ?!” Robin ask Steve.

“Look he didn’t even hear the last part oaky calm down..” Steve says in a upset tone.

“He can’t know okay. Not without her here”

“Robin I know.” Steve looks at her shaking his head.

Robin grabs the pizzas and puts them onto the kitchen counter.

Cutting the pizza for everyone.

“Here man I got you some stuff from the tour.” I said handing Dustin a bag

“Awesome!!” Dustin snatches the bag from my hand looking at everything I got him

“A new hat!!” Throwing his old one off and putting on the hat with our band logo on it.

“How’s it look” Dustin losing his head with his hands like he’s in a vogue magazine

“Looks great man” I said laughing at how silly this kid is

“I’ve missed you man” pulling him into a hug while laughing at how funny he can be.

“I’ve missed you to” dustin hugging Eddie back.

Robin and Steve come out to the living room where the guys were.

“Pizza is in the kitchen” Robin says holding up a plate of pizza

“Hell yeah” dustin says

“Awesome Thanks Buckley” shooting her a smile walking into the kitchen with Dustin.

You look around the kitchen remembering many nights you’ve had in here with y/n making food for us and Dustin all the time. As I was looking around I noticed a picture of y/n and two babies on the fridge. My heart dropped into my stomach..she had kids already? With who? When? Fuck I should’ve never left..those could’ve been my kids.

“Dustin did y/n have kids ?” pointing at the picture on the fridge noticing Dustin freezes at the sound of my words.

“Uh..uh no man those are just our baby cousins that were born last year” Dustin says lying straight through his teeth.

“Oh okay man they’re cute” staring at the picture of y/n a little longer. Knowing how she would always be a great mother when it came time.

Dustin shoulders drop in relief that Eddie believed him without questioning “they’re kinda of annoying” handing you a plate of pizza.

“Oh most babies can be Dust..” before I could finish what I was going to say,the front door swings wide open and stood in the doorframe was HER.

My heart dropped again down into the pit of my stomach with the sight of her.

A/n IM SO SORRY TO LEAVE IT OFF LIKE THIS BUT I WANTED TO POST THIS CHAPTER TONIGHT BECAUSE I’Ll BE EXTREMELY BUSY THE NEXT FEW DAYS. Next chapter is a big one and I wanted to take my time on it the next few days ! 🖤

#singlemom #steve harrington #eddie x reader #eddie munson #steve x reader #fanfic stranger things #fanfic #twinsofeddiemunson

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Steve’s Problem

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: Everyone knows Steve loves kids. It’s not a problem until he meets Eddie’s hot neighbor who has the cutest kid Steve’s ever seen.

word count: 3838

warnings: single mom reader

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The first time Steve noticed her, it was dark. She was outside of the trailer neighboring Eddie's, her lighter illuminating her face as she lit the cigarette in between her lips. Steve couldn't help but try and see her features, the dark outline of her body on the trailer steps. The light was gone all too soon, not that it mattered, since Robin had shoved him slightly.

"You're holding up the group, Dingus!" She yelled, and Steve watched the girl look up at them, smoke blowing out of her mouth. Steve quickly looked away, walking a bit faster to Eddie's now open trailer. Robin and Nancy followed him in, putting the snacks and the frozen pizza down on the small counter surface.

"Steve staring at the hot neighbor?" Eddie asked as he sorted through the bags, trying to find the VHS that was buried somewhere.

"Oh definitely." Robin answered as Steve said, "She could have been, like, forty, for all I know. I didn't see her face."

"She's not forty." Eddie let out a chuckle, giving Steve a look. Ever since Nancy had undoubtedly shut him down forever and fully committed to Jonathan, Eddie had tried to give Steve advice, trying to get him a wife and not just a date. Steve took his advice with a grain of salt, because Eddie was the one who told him Nancy was still in love with him while she was dating Jonathan.

"Again, didn't see her face. I was just curious." Steve shrugged, watching Nancy and Robin raise their eyebrows at each other. Steve wanted to groan and stomp his feet like a child, because he was so sick of everyone being so involved in his love life.

"Just wait till the morning. She's a real looker." Eddie threw him a wink as he grabbed the VHS, running to the small TV shoved in the corner. Steve's parents had been home since the 'earthquakes' that shook Hawkins, so his house was out of the selection for their movie night. Steve had been spending all his time in between everyone else's houses, because he couldn't stand his parents constant nagging and talks about leaving. He had told them before going to Eddie's that he would rather live in the shed out back than move anywhere with them, to which they both rolled their eyes. His father had told him that he hoped that 'stupid video store you just had to work at' wasn't destroyed, because Steve was on his way to being completely cut out. Steve had just walked out to his car, wishing he could afford to never come back to his lonely house.

"Are you sure your TV works?" Nancy asked, watching Eddie smack the side of it. No picture showed up, so Eddie hit it a couple more times while Robin groaned.

"We should have just endured my stupid house. It's not like it smells much worse than Eddie's." She complained. Her house always reeked of weed, her parents major suppliers in Hawkins. Robin had already began to look for apartments with Steve, knowing her parents were ready to leave the scene as well.

"Even the kids would have been worth it at mine." Nancy commented, causing Eddie to take a deep breath.

"Shut up!" He yelled, silencing them. He gave a final knock on the TV, and miraculously the movie was suddenly playing on the screen. The group cheered, grabbing their snacks and sitting squished on the couch as they intently watched the movie. They had only made it half an hour when there was a knock on the door.

"I got it." Eddie groaned, as if this wasn't his trailer. The rest just continued watching the movie.

"Eddie," The girl on the side said when the man opened the door. That made the trio on the couch immediately snap their heads to the open door, which was blocking their view of Eddie and his visitor. What girl was at the trailer this late? Steve checked his watch, and okay, it was only eleven, but still, he was sure that Eddie didn't have a girlfriend. He was actually pretty sure Eddie wasn't completely into girls, but Robin had told him that no matter how much they both got that vibe, they were not to ask Eddie.

"Y/N," Eddie greeted. The three on the couch looked at each other, but none of them seemed to recognize the name. "What can I do for ya?" Steve wanted to groan, because why couldn't they just watch the movie?

"Do you have any milk?" The girl - Y/N - asked, sounding tired and embarrassed. Eddie sighed, walking back into the trailer.

"I take it James isn't happy?" Eddie questioned, going to his fridge. Y/N stepped in, looking a bit nervous.

"Nope." Y/N shook her head, and Steve made an educated guess that this was Eddie's hot neighbor. She was definitely a looker, as Eddie said, but she looked dissolved. Her hair was piled on her head, her shirt loose and stained. She was wearing sweatpants and no shoes, and Steve wondered who the hell James was and why he wasn't happy. "Fucker even tried to hit me-" Y/N didn't get the rest out before Steve was standing.

"Woah!" He yelled, startling Y/N, who he assumed hadn't realized him and the girls on the couch. "Who the hell is hitting you?" Steve didn't even know this girl, but he knew that abuse was a serious problem, even if no one ever did anything about it.

"My child," She deadpanned, looking at him with wide eyes. He blinked, because of all the people he thought James could be - her brother, dad, stepdad, uncle, boyfriend - child had never crossed his mind. She couldn't be much older than Steve, and so far none of his friends had even had a pregnancy scare. Except Carol, right before his fall from grace, but it was more a joke than an actual problem she had to deal with.

Steve suddenly felt like a normal adult. His past experiences with the Upside Down, having to be the protector while being friends with children had made him feel pulled apart, like a kid who had gotten his youth stolen. But Y/N's casual mention of having a child, of needing milk to feed a human being that she was responsible for not because she had accidentally gotten caught up in a super natural disaster, it made his head spin.

He sat, his cheeks burning. His ears rang as he watched Y/N grab the milk from Eddie and quickly run out the door, back to her trailer.

"A looker, right?" Eddie teased as he sat back down.

"She has a kid," Steve numbly whispered, and Eddie just shrugged.

"I thought you wanted a bunch of kids." Robin elbowed him, and he elbowed her back.

"She's probably taken, dumbass. She can't make a baby on her own." Steve tried to focus back in on the movie, but he had missed too much and now had no clue what was going on.

"Deadbeat dads are all the rage, nowadays." Eddie muttered, and Steve just rolled his eyes.

"There's no way her baby daddy left her." He scoffed, and Nancy just sighed.

"A lot of guys aren't ready for that commitment." She licked her lips as she debated saying something else. "Of course the man gets a choice."

"Her son is the cutest." Eddie sat back on the couch, grabbing a handful of chips and shoving them in his mouth. "If I were his dad, I would never be able to leave him." Why did that make Steve want to see him more?

"Does she come over often?" Steve asked, trying to be nonchalant.

"Steve just wants a head start on that Harrington brood." Robin teased, which made Steve's cheeks heat up.

"I just met her!" Steve cried out, tired of the relentless teasing.

"I'll invite her over soon. Sometime when the three of you can get to know each other." Eddie winked, and Steve just rolled his eyes.

"I hate you all." Steve sat back, arms crossed and pouting like a child.

"I bet you do." Eddie said simply.

It was only a week before Steve saw Y/N again.

He heard a scream, one that definitely belonged to a child. He turned to see Y/N, baby James in one arm, wet clothes in the other. Steve had gone to Eddie's to pick up Dustin and any of the other kids who needed a ride from the club that had continued in Eddie's backyard.

"No, we can't hold those," He heard Y/N patiently say, trying to wrestle the fabric out of his small hands. He let out another scream, flailing his arms. "If you would just let go, this could be done much quicker." She explained in a soft voice, using her hand to try and pry his fingers from what he now realized was a bra.

"Hey," Steve was calling out, running over to her before he could even think. "Do you need help?" He asked, looking anywhere but the bra that Y/N and James were fighting over.

"Yes," He had meant that he was going to help hang her bra, and the rest of her clothes in the basket laying on the grass, but she simply handed him the baby without a second thought.

"Oh," He said under his breath as he took the small child in his arms. James was probably about a year old, give or take a few months. Once Y/N had both her hands free, she quickly rid James' hand of the bra strap and hung it up. She went back to the basket, grabbing another article of clothing and hanging it.

"I know you meant the clothes," She said, not even looking at Steve as she worked. He looked at James, the two of them staring at each other. "But honestly I needed a break from holding him and I don't want you touching my panties." She smirked as he finally snapped his head to her.

"How did you know I wouldn't," He couldn't finish the sentence, because really, what else would he have done if he had been given a baby.

"I've seen you at Eddie's picking up his weird little kids plenty of times." She confided, going back to the laundry basket and moving further down the line. "I didn't know you'd be that good with a baby, though." She paused to smile at Steve holding James, who was just staring at the older man with lips parted and wide eyes.

"I'm just holding him." Steve muttered, but he flushed at the fact that Y/N thought he was good with her baby.

"And he hasn't made a peep since you've had him." She returned to her work with a satisfied smile on her face. He looked down at James, watching him hit Steve'schest and let out a small scream. Steve furrowed his brows.

"That's nice." Steve muttered, shifting to hold James more comfortably. James began to babble, hand grabbing Steve's shirt and shaking his small fist, pulling Steve's shirt away. "Oh really?" He asked, acting like James was saying the most interesting thing. James opened his mouth in a scream, making Steve raise his eyebrows. James threw his head back and then went forward, his mouth landing on Steve's shoulder, a couple small teeth digging into Steve's shoulder.

"James!" Y/N had just finished hanging the laundry when she looked over to see James holding tight to Steve's shirt, gnawing on his shoulder. She went to grab the baby, who screamed as she tried to grab him.

"It's okay," Steve said, thumb rubbing the back of James' onesie. He was enjoying holding James, enjoying the feel of the small baby in his arms. "It's fine, honestly. I need to do laundry anyways."

"He's teething, so it's been difficult." Y/N said, sighing as she went over to grab the laundry basket. "Do you wanna come in? I made some cornbread, and I need someone to taste test it." She's inviting him in. The most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on was inviting him in. He was holding her baby, who was drooling all over the shoulder of his shirt.

"I have to pick up my," His words drifted off, and not only because he wasn't sure what to call Dustin. His best friend? His brother? He wasn't sure. He was also thinking about all the times that Dustin was annoying, all the things he could say to excuse the fact that he was going to be so late to pick him up. Dustin wiping his shoes on the inside of his car, arguing with him for no reason, calling him dumb and making fun of everything Steve chose to do, jumping over the counter and knocking down all the tapes Steve had just stacked.

Of fucking course he was going to taste test her cornbread. Dustin could wait for a couple minutes.

"Actually, I love cornbread." He said, walking forward to open the door to her trailer for her. He held James tightly in his other arm, but the kid was koala gripping him.

"Steve!" He heard as Y/N walked through the door. He turned, James still in his arms, and saw Dustin walking from around the back of Eddie's trailer. They must have finished.

That little shit.

Steve gave him a look, one that said fuck off, and then walked all the way into the trailer.

"Does Steve have a kid?" Dustin asked. He was half joking, because he was pretty sure he would know if Steve had a kid. But Steve was holding that baby, who was gripping his shirt like his life depended on it, and then walked into the trailer after a girl. He had even given Dustin the special fuck off look that he only used when he was flirting with girls.

"Not that I'm aware of." Eddie smirked, cleaning up the table. Nancy had picked Will and Mike up as soon as they were done, Lucas went across the street to Max's, and the older members of the Hellfire Club had gone inside Eddie's trailer to get a beer. Erica and Dustin were supposed to go home with Steve.

"He just walked into that trailer holding a baby." Dustin pointed at the trailer next to Eddie's, and other two looked over.

"Oh, that's Y/N's." Eddie said, going back to cleaning. "It was probably her baby." As if that would explain everything.

"Why was Steve holding it then?" Erica asked, arms crossed in her sassy way.

"Do I look like a mind reader?" Eddie sighed, stuffing everything into his bag and then looking at the kids. "Look, she's a nice girl. Really hot. Let Steve get to know her a bit while you go to Max's." He didn't want them at his trailer, because the second he was inside he would be lighting a blunt.

"And watch her and Lucas suck face?" Dustin complained. He was sure he'd rather barge in on Steve and Y/N.

"Yes." Eddie glared at Dustin, somehow knowing where his train of thought was going. "If I see you walk into Y/N's trailer, you're going to sit a watch through the entirely of the next campaign." He threatened. Steve was his friend, and he knew that Y/N and him would get along. He just needed to make sure the two's selfless attitudes didn't get in the way. Steve would do anything for these kids, and Eddie knew that even if he grumbled about it Steve would let Dustin crash his date. Eddie also knew that Y/N would never even think about going on a date without her baby.

Shit. Eddie was going to have to babysit sometime.

"Okay, okay," Dustin raised his hands, clearly getting the memo.

"You don't go into that trailer!" Eddie yelled at them, walking into his trailer. "Don't even look at it!" Dustin flipped him off as him and Erica walked to Max's trailer.

"He looked so at home with that baby," Erica muttered as they crossed the road.

"He's gonna fall in love." Dustin sighed.

"It's my mom's recipe." Y/N muttered as she put on oven mitts and opened the oven, grabbing the tin out of the oven. "She made it the night I found out I was pregnant." Y/N smiled slightly, a sad kind of smile. As Steve looked around the small trailer, he realized it was filled with mostly baby stuff. There were no pictures hanging, no decorations. There was a pile of baby clothes on the couch, a small stack of baby books and a half full bucket of toys.

"It smells amazing." Steve said, letting the sweet bread fill his senses. He watched Y/N cut the bread out of the tin and put it on a plate, and then cut two pieces. She began to butter the bread, and then James pulled on his shirt, screaming.

"James loves cornbread." Y/N said, grabbing the plate with the cornbread pieces and putting it on the counter. "You can put him in the high chair right there." She pointed at the high chair that was next to the counter, and Steve gently put the baby in. Knowing he was going to get fed, James let go of Steve and gave an excited noise, one that made Steve's heart melt even if he hadn't known the kid for that long.

"Your mom makes the best cornbread." Steve said as he took a bite. It crumbled around his lips, and there was a little too much butter, but the bread was amazing. It could have been burnt and he would have said that it was the best thing that's ever touched his tastebuds.

"Oh, I think he knows." Y/N laughed, breaking off some of her cornbread and putting it on James' tray. So many thoughts were going through Steve's head.

Where is James' father? What kind of idiot leaves not only the most beautiful girl but also the cutest child? Where are her parents? Did they leave her? What kind of parent leaves their child?

He asked none of this, because that would be wrong. But as he realized he had to leave, telling Y/N he had to pick up the kids, one question stuck with him.

Was he ready to date a girl with a kid?

"Dustin thought James was your kid." Eddie told Steve a couple days later.

"You're joking." Steve said, taking a sip of his beer. He seriously couldn't believe Dustin actually thought that.

"No," Eddie smirked, taking a hit. He checked the clock, because his master plan had to come into action.

"That kid." Steve shook his head.

"Speaking of kids," Eddie said slyly, knowing that Y/N and Nancy and Robin would be at his trailer soon. "I invited Y/N tonight." Steve almost spit his beer out.

"Nice," Steve said through his coughs. "And she's bringing James?" Steve wanted her to bring James, because his heart melted every time she looked at her baby with so much love.

Shit, he's only met this girl two times and he has feelings already.

"No, no, Max is supposed to babysit." Eddie smirked, because he had come up with this master plan. Steve just nodded, which made Eddie confused because he had done this so that Y/N and Steve could have alone time.

"That's nice of Max." Steve said. Before he could say anything else, Robin was rushing into Eddie's trailer, filling the space with her happiness and her excited nature.

"I've got us the best movie!" She yelled, Nancy following with a smile. "It's new, so new I'm surprised they had it!" She was shoving the movie into Steve's face, and he just smiled and shook his head.

"Wow," He told her, letting her fall partially on top of him and begin babbling about it.

"Remember when we were drugged and we went-"

"You were drugged?" Nancy questions, her and Eddie giving each other a look of shock.

"-movie theater and watched that one movie about that guy who went back in time and fell in love with his mom but that meant he would never exist-"

"Hold on," Nancy tries to stop Robin's rant, but it seems she's not listening.

"-had to make sure his parents fell in love and then he came back to the present - oh! It was called Back to the Future! That was it! Yeah, so this movie is the second one." Robin held up the VHS case, and they all just stared at her.

"Based on that alone, I don't think I want to watch the second movie." Eddie finally let out a chuckle, taking a sip of his beer.

"Can we back up a minute?" Nancy asked, blinking rapidly as a sign of her head churning. "You two were drugged? And then you went to the movies and watched this movie?"

"They seriously made a second part to that shit?" Steve swears he told Nancy about this, so he doesn't answer her.

"Is there anyway we can back the fuck up?" Eddie asks, but before Robin or Steve can explain the door slams open and a baby is crying.

"Max is sick and James won't stop crying so I was wondering if you have ice? We go through ours so quickly and I think he's teething." Y/N rushes out. They all stare, except for Steve who gets up and goes to Eddie's freezer, grabbing ice.

"Don't they make toys for this?" He asks the tired mother, who's eyes look ready to droop at any moment.

"I live in a trailer park, city boy. Ice works fine, as long as we hold it against his gums so he doesn't choke." Y/N says, taking the ice from Steve and holding it to her baby's mouth. He stops screaming and looks at the group with wide eyes.

"You look tired." Eddie raises his beer to her, and she rolls her eyes.

"I think teething is worse than newborn stage." She tells the group, sighing as James puts a tiny hand to her wrist and sucks on the ice.

"You should rest." Steve takes James from Y/N's arms, holding the ice to his gums. She smiled gratefully and kissed James' head.

"Thank you so much, Steve." She way she whispered his name made his heart race. She leaned up and kissed his cheek before walking to the bedroom, not caring about the fact that it was Eddie's.

"Oh, Steve's a goner." Robin said softly so that Y/N couldn't hear when she shut the door.

"He's been a goner ever since he set eyes on her." Eddie smirked, but Steve was staring at James, who was sucking on Steve's fingers that held the ice and looking up at him with the biggest eyes Steve has ever seen. He cannot imagine a world where someone would give this kid up. This sweet, cute baby who Steve already loved.

"Head over heels." Nancy smirked, and Steve finally looked up at them.

"I have a problem." He muttered, eyes wide.

"Ya think?" Robin smirked.

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Head Over Heels

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: As Y/N watches Steve with her baby, she realizes she may be head over heels for him, and she can't help wondering if he feels the same way.

word count: 5017

warnings: so much fluff i got a toothache writing this

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Y/N woke up slowly, feeling the sun shine down on her. She doesn't remember the last time she was able to sleep in this late; it was probably the early days of her pregnancy.

Why was she still sleeping?

She shoots up in bed and looks to her right, but there's no crib. In fact there's none of her things here. Because this isn't her room. It all comes flooding back, and she remembers handing James off to Steve and falling asleep. So where is James?

In her haste to get up, she trips over something - someone - Eddie. He groans as she falls to the ground, letting out an 'oof' as the wind gets knocked out of her. He tuns and goes straight back to sleep - did he even wake up? - and she scrambles to get up and open the door, going through the short hallway to see Steve on the couch. She's about to shake him to wake him up, ask him where the fuck her child is, when she sees how he's laying.

He's sprawled on the couch, one arm above his head. His mouth is open, and he is lightly snoring. One leg is off the couch and the other is laying off the end. And on his chest is James, one hand clutching Steve's shirt and the other stuffed in his mouth. Steve has one hand on James' back, and both boys look like they could stay asleep for 12 years.

Y/N sees a camera on the counter and she grabs it, not willing to let this moment go. She lifts it and takes a picture, smiling as it pops out of the top. She watches as it develops, longing bursting through her even though the exact moment is still playing out in front of her.

James stirs on Steve's chest, but before she can grab him Steve's eyes shoot open and his other hand goes to James. She quickly sets the camera to the side and pockets the photo, watching as Steve blinks slowly and smacks his lips together as he wakes up. James puts his hands on Steve's chest to sit up, looking at his mom and letting out a cry.

"Oh," Y/N laughs, going to pick her baby up as Steve stretches, neck popping. "Thank you for taking him. I haven't had that much sleep in awhile." She watches as Steve smiles at her tiredly. James lets out another cry and Y/N sighs.

"I had to break into your trailer in the middle of the night to grab a bottle and diapers." He tells her.

"Shoot, I didn't even think about that. I usually don't sleep for that long, I thought I would wake up before he needed anything." She feels embarrassed that Steve went into her messy living space and had to change her baby. She'd had a couple close friends babysit for an hour or two, but she'd never have someone take care of her baby like that.

It felt nice.

"Don't worry about it. We had a fun time. He only cried once, and it was at your place." Steve leans over and grabs Clover, the small tan bear that James could hardly bear to be separated from that justice fallen from his grasp while he slept.

"Thats why I didn't wake up." She looks at James, who is babbling as if he's gonna tell her all about his and Steve's night. "I'm sure you had fun with Stevie." Y/N tells him, blinking when he screams.

"I take that as a yes." Steve hopes the blush rushing to his cheeks isn't that obvious.

"Thank you so much, Steve. You're a life saver." She reaches in for a hug, letting James squeal in between them.

"Anytime."

"Hey, where does Steve live?" Y/N had called Eddie, which was strange because she lived a literal 3 second walk to his trailer.

"Uh," Eddie blinks, not sure what to answer. "Is there a reason you want to stalk my friend?"

"I'm not stalking!" She laughs, but Eddie is still confused. "I made him a cake." She says it quietly, and his eyes widen.

"Y/N," He starts, trying to think of what to say. "Why did you bake Steve Harrington a cake?" How is Steve Harrington pulling Eddie's hot neighbor?

"He took care of James all night last week. I need to do something nice to thank him." She says it as if its so obvious, and Eddie just nods.

"Uh, I can give you his street. You know what his car looks like, and he doesn't have work today so he's probably there with the kids or something." At his words Y/N's heart races a little bit, because Steve is just so good at taking care of children and she finds it so, so hot.

"Okay, that's fine." Y/N tells him. She almost drops the phone when he answers.

Steve lives on the rich side of town. He lives on the opposite side of her.

"You there?" Eddie asks when she goes silent.

"Yeah, sorry. When is he coming to yours, Ed?" She asks. She doesn't want to know just how rich Steve is.

She's weird about money. She works at the diner, where James plays in the playpen that she spent way to much money on and the owners graciously let her keep James there. She barely makes enough to live at the trailer park and pay for James' things. What was she thinking, making Steve a cake?

"Tonight." Eddie smirks. He'd like to give himself the credit for getting Y/N and Steve together. He knew they would be perfect together, because Y/N's hot and nice and has a child, which is basically Steve's type, and Steve is nice and great with kids, which is basically all Y/N's ever wanted.

So yeah, he's gonna take the credit for this one.

"You should come over." Eddie smirks. "And before you say anything you can bring James." He knows her main excuse is James, and that for some reason she's backing away from him.

"He's just going to be loud and probably ruin everyone's time." She tells Eddie, and sighs when James yells.

"Well Steve clearly doesn't care." Eddie knows he's pushing it.

"I'll think about it." She whispers before hanging up.

People should just call him the matchmaker.

"Where the hell is Steve?" Eddie asks after Robin shows up and Steve isn't immediately following. Robin furrows her brows as Nancy walks through the door, holding a bag of snacks and booze. Jonathan follows, a small bag of weed in hand.

"He called and told me he was already here." Robin says, confused because when she looks into the small trailer Steve is nowhere to be found.

"He hasn't showed up." Eddie turns to let Robin in, who goes to check the bathroom and Eddie's room as if he was lying.

"What the hell," Robin mutters. Eddie looks around, concerned. He hadn't heard from Steve, and he didn't know why he told Robin that he would be here when he hadn't even talked to Eddie about that. He was starting to worry when he looked out the window and spotted Y/N's trailer, and right behind it a beamer stuck out.

"I know where he is." Eddie announced, smirk on his face as he turned to the rest of the group. They all stared at him expectantly as he paused for dramatic effect. "Isn't it obvious? He's at Y/N's."

Y/N was covered in everything from flour from the cake to spit-up from James when she opened the door and saw Steve, standing there in his probably expensive clothing and even more expensive cologne.

It was all she could think about. She knew it was wrong, and she tried to think about how Steve had taken care of James all night, how he had even thought to grab Clover. She thought of the polaroid on her end table next to her couch.

"Steve," She sounded breathy and Steve was already head over heels for her.

"Hey," Oh God, he forget how to flirt. The most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen and he was going to blow it. "I was on my way to Eddie's and I thought I'd stop by." He told her with a small smile.

"So you're not exhausted from the other night?" She turned to open the door wider. He looked tired, and she knew that he was probably still trying to catch up after sleeping on the couch and waking up in the middle of the night for James.

"I just don't sleep well." He said as he walked into the trailer. "I came by to see if you needed any help before tonight. Eddie told me you were coming." Of course he did.

"I actually really need to take a shower? James is sleeping, so it shouldn't be too bad. Thank you so much." She practically rushes to the bathroom, so excited to be able to take a long shower. Well, not long, but long, but much longer than the two minute showers she'd had to take while James played on the bathroom floor.

Once she felt like a new woman, she walked out to see Steve sitting on the couch, staring at the picture she had taken at Eddie's.

"This is adorable." Steve told her, smirking. She felt herself flush at the fact that Steve found the picture.

"I thought so too." She said, sitting on the couch next to him. She yawned, which caused Steve to yawn in turn. They smiled at each other.

"Maybe we could watch some TV before going to Eddie's." Steve suggested, knowing that all he wanted was sleep. This would do though. At least they would be resting.

"Good idea." She reached for the remote. "We just have to be quiet, because I might kill you if James wakes up." She's only half joking, so Steve smiles.

"Fine by me." He says, shrugging.

Five minutes later, they're both passed out on each other.

And that's how Eddie and Robin find them when they walk in after their knocks go unanswered. Steve looks uncomfortable, his back against the couch and his legs still in sitting position, but his mouth is open and he's snoring. He's got an arm around Y/N and the other under his head. Y/N is laying practically on top of him, legs curled up with a peaceful smile resting on her face.

"You've gotta be joking." Robin says softly, blinking at them. Of course they were taking a nap.

"Are we surprised?" Eddie asks, and the two simply shake their heads and leave Y/N and Steve to their nap.

"Why didn't you tell me his birthday was tomorrow?" Steve looks hurt as he follows Y/N across the lawn to Eddie's, holding James so Y/N can hold the bottles of margaritas and the diaper bag. James squeals as if he agrees, which makes Y/N roll her eyes.

"I'm telling you now, aren't I?" She had only told Steve because he saw the presents hiding in the shower, small boxes nicely wrapped. When he asked, Y/N nonchalantly told him that James' party was tomorrow because that's when his birthday was and Steve was welcome to come, she was making a cake-

"You should have told me sooner!" He argues as they walk up the steps.

"I thought Eddie would've told you." She shrugs, kicking the door so someone will open it.

"Well, don't you look like the perfect family." Robin is already intoxicated as she leans against the door, smirking at Steve.

"Did you know James' birthday is tomorrow?" Steve asks as he follows Y/N into the house. Robin snorted.

"Yes, Eddie told us last week." Nancy raises her eyebrows, because they all remember why Steve hadn't heard about it - the two had fallen asleep in Y/N's trailer instead of going to Eddie's. They had woken up sore, Steve moving Y/N to the bed before driving home, smiling like an idiot the whole time.

"Well no one told me!" Steve slaps his free hand against his thigh, causing James to slap his hand against Steve's chest.

"Oh my God, it is not that big of a deal!" Y/N has already poured herself a marg and put the diaper bag down in the corner. "If you have to work it's fine! It's his first birthday, he is not going to remember it." She takes a large gulp of her margarita - more like multiple gulps - and Steve puts a hand to the middle of his eyebrows.

He looks like such a dad.

"How am I supposed to get him presents?" Steve asks finally. Everyone stares for a second until Eddie louts out a loud laugh. It startles James, who lets out a cry and reaches for his mom. She frowns and lets out a small sigh, taking her baby and shushing him as he cries against her chest.

"Steve, he's one!" Eddie yells, making James let out another cry.

"Maybe don't yell." Y/N takes another big drink of her margarita while bouncing her baby.

"What does he want? What do you need?" Steve ignores everyone and looks straight at Y/N, who lets out a sigh.

"You can bring a fruit salad." She tells him with an eye roll, putting James down on the ground as he starts to wiggle.

"I need to bring something else." Steve kneels down and grabs Clover out of the diaper bag, making a face at James as he gave the baby the stuffie.

"You don't. I'm telling you right now that you can just bring yourself and that is fine." Steve shakes his head at Y/N's words, grabbing the beer that Eddie handed him.

"You think I'm gonna come to a party and not bring a gift?" Steve stands and crosses an arm while taking a sip of the beer.

"Oh my God." Y/N's margarita must be done because she refills it. "Steve, if you don't come here tomorrow I will go to your house and force you to come here. And James is not going to give a shit if you have a present, as long as you're here."

"Shit!" When James screams it, everyone turns to him. Y/N takes a deep breath.

"This is your fault." She looks at Steve, who is covering his mouth to hid his smile.

"How is it my fault!" He asks, eyes wide.

"Stop asking stupid questions." She is drinking her margarita like it's water while everyone else is still on their first drink.

"Maybe you should smoke some?" Jonathan suggests, earning the dirtiest look from Y/N.

"Around the baby?" Nancy smacks Jonathan's arm and rolls her eyes, taking a drink out of her red solo.

"Oh my God," Eddie rolls his eyes and downs his whole beer.

"Can I bring alcohol to James' party?" Robin asks. Steve scoffs.

"Robin, Jesus," He rolls his eyes and leans against the counter, next to Y/N. She leans against him, and his hand goes to her waist. Robin and Eddie shared a look, but neither of them were drunk enough to comment.

"It's a valid question!" Robin defends.

"Yes, it is alcohol friendly." Y/N tells them with a smile. She leans further into Steve as she takes another drink. James gets tired of playing with Clover and tries to make a break for it to Eddie's room, Steve shifts his weight to put a foot out, stopping James from going any further. He sits back and looks up at Steve, wide eyes looking betrayed.

"What do you want for your birthday, hm?" Steve leans down and picks James up again, who screams and puts his hand in his mouth, chewing. "Maybe some teething toys." He pulls James' hand out of his mouth and lifts his eyebrows as James scrunches his face and lets out a cry, legs kicking. Steve struggles to keep his beer from toppling where it's pressed against the baby.

"That was so mean." Y/N frowns dramatically, grabbing a piece of ice from Eddie's fridge. She placed it on James' gums, and the baby immediately began sucking on it.

"I cannot right now," Robin took Eddie's beer and chugged it, leaving Eddie to stare frozen.

"I need another margarita." Y/N turns and lets Steve hold the ice for James as she pours another large cup.

"Oh, it's gonna be a fun night." Eddie grabs another beer and pops it on the counter. James grabs the ice from Steve in a swift move and lets out a scream as he throws it on the floor. Steve just stares before switching his beer to his free hand and downing it. He accepts fresh one from Jonathan, who had gotten up to refill his own drink, as James cries.

"I think he's just tired." Y/N sighs, putting her drink down and grabbing James from Eddie's arms. "We shouldn't have brought him here." The way she says we makes Steve go a little dumb for a second. All he can thinking about is the fact that she thinks of him and her and James together - like a family. He would never say it out loud, because he's sure she doesn't mean it like that, but he's already run with the idea. All he's wanted since he realized his parents were never getting any better was to have a family of his own, his people that he could take care of.

"Just put him to bed in my room." Eddie flicks his hand toward the back of the trailer, and Y/N blinks.

"Your sheets would give my child twenty-seven different diseases." Y/N talks over James' cries, which are just empty cries from his tiredness. Jonathan starts coughing when a spurt of beer goes up his nose from laughing. Eddie rolls his eyes.

"I just washed them!" Even James became quiet at that. No one believed these lies. "Okay, I know how it sounds, but I promise I did! Go check!" Y/N shares a look with Steve, and they both walk to the back room to see what they're dealing with.

"I was not expecting this." Y/N says when she finds Eddie's bed unmade but clean.

"He's probably having someone over soon." Steve chuckles as she lays James down. She sighs as she begins moving the pillows to create a barrier so James doesn't roll off the bed.

"I didn't bring a bottle." She whispers, soothing the space between her baby's eyes. James goes from being wide awake to being slightly sleepy, but it doesn't work as quickly as Steve has seen his bottle work.

"I packed one before I left. I think Eddie has some milk." Steve gets up and leaves quickly, and Y/N isn't sure if it's the alcohol or Steve that makes her heart warm.

"Do you wanna know a secret, James?" She whispers, leaning in close. James kicks his legs and babbles some gibberish, smiling at his mother. "I think I like Steve Harrington." She smiles as he giggles.

"Eef!" He repeats, and it doesn't sound anything like Steve but she laughs anyway.

"What're we laughing at?" Steve comes back in with a bottle, and as Y/N sits up James gets excited, kicking his legs and waving his arms, excited for the bottle Steve was holding. Steve shakes it a little bit as he sits on the bed, handing the bottle to James. The baby drinks it quickly, his eyes closing. Y/N and Steve stay quiet as they wait for James to fall asleep.

"You can go out there. I'll wait for him to fall asleep." Y/N whispers as she cards her fingers through James' short hair.

"We're in this together." Steve puts a hand on her knee, and she melts into the touch. She looks up at him, and in that moment she wants to push Steve on the bed and kiss him senseless. Before she can do anything, James lets out a hiccup and they both look at him. He's asleep, the bottle laying discarded on the side.

"Thank you." She says when they both exit the room, carefully shutting the door. She thanks God they don't have the money to buy one of those fancy ass noise machines, so James will likely fall asleep fine with the party going on. He's fallen asleep to worse in the trailer park.

"Anytime. I meant it." He tells her, and she knows her cheeks are heating. They were already warm from the alcohol, but this is worse. She needs another drink.

"At least now we can hang out without a kid interrupting everything." She grabs his hand in a bold moment, and she watches his face blush as he squeezes it and smirks at her.

"For the record," Steve says as he picks up her red solo cup to give to her, his beer in his other hand. "I'm okay with your kid interrupting us." There's music playing as he takes her free hand to pull her into him, ignoring the laughs and jokes from the others who are sprawled in the small living room.

"You don't mind it?" She asks as she lets him place her hand on his chest, his own going to her waist, just a little bit lower than modest.

"Not one bit." He shrugs as he says the next part. "But I am glad to have you all to myself at last." She leans closer and tucks her head into his chest, because otherwise he would see the stupid look on her face.

Oh yeah, she's head over heels for him.

When Steve shows up, Y/N's heart races, and not just because of the tight ass jeans Steve is wearing. He's carrying about five presents, ranging from huge to a small gift bag, and a bowl of fruit salad.

"Steve Harrington," She starts, James on one hip and a probably alcoholic drink in a pineapple cup in the other. Her trailer is decorated in beach themes, a table with drinks and food and different color pineapple cups on the table. James has a small pineapple cup that's blue, matching his white shirt and blue overalls, the outfit being topped off by a blue hat with blue sunglasses.

He looks adorable.

The only thing better than James' outfit its Y/N's. She's matching him, blue sunglasses and all, her own blue hat a baseball cap with a Hawaiian flower on it. Her pineapple cup matches the colors of a normal pineapple, the only one to have done so.

"Robin and Nancy got me all the decorations." Y/N smiles, distracting Steve from the sunglasses and hat Robin puts on him. Nancy throws a lei over his shoulders before he even knows what's going on.

"Why didn't we just throw this at my pool?" Steve asks, setting his gifts down on the apparent gift table and puts the fruit salad on the food table.

"Seef!" James calls. Y/N lets out a laugh as he reaches his short arms over to Steve.

"That's better than 'eef.'" She tells Steve, his face all smiles as he takes James. Steve tickles the infants stomach, who giggles and squeals.

"I didn't know you had a pool." Y/N goes to make Steve a drink, picking the large blue pineapple. This is not technically a lie, as she didn't know for sure. She had a pretty good idea, however.

"You never asked." He smirked as he took the drink from Y/N's hand. He took a sip and almost coughed. "A bit strong, don't ya think?"

"Well, you're three drinks behind!" Eddie yells from his trailer, carrying two six packs of beers and a present. "And the kids are coming soon."

"What kids?" Steve asks, taking a larger gulp.

"I invited your kids." The way she says it makes Steve's heart light, his kids.

"I made Jon take them so I could start on the drinks." Nancy raises her pink pineapple, and Robin clinks her purple one against it.

"We told them the start time was half an hour later so we can make a dent in the alcohol!" By Robin's laugh, it seems they have made a dent in the alcohol pretty well. Steve drinks more of his drink.

"Steve could you come help me get the pack-n-play from inside? That way James can sit in it and we can play some games." She smiles as Steve hands James off to Robin, who is making grabby hands with the one not clutching the drink. The two walk up the steps and into the trailer, their sunglasses pushed to their forehead.

"What're you doin'?" Steve asks as Y/N rifles around her kitchen drawers.

"What you think I invited you in just for that stupid old thing? I tug that shit with me to work and back everyday." She smiles as she pulls out the cigarette and a lighter. Steve smirks.

"They're gonna realize even if we only smoke one each." He says, but he's moving toward her.

"That's why we're sharing one." She smiles as she pops it in her mouth and lights it, taking a drag before handing it to Steve. He takes a hit, thinking shortly about shotgunning with her, however Y/N turns toward the open window and sticks her head out, blowing the smoke. Steve smiles as he presses up against her to let the smoke out. They take a few more hits, almost reaching the end of the cigarette before someone catches them.

"You idiots." Eddie pokes his head around the trailer, and Steve has to lean uncomfortably to turn around.

"Go back and babysit for five more minutes!" Y/N giggles, and Steve turns toward her and smiles.

"I hate you guys." Eddie leaves, which means he doesn't see the moment Y/N's eyes venture to Steve's lips, the moment they both lean in slightly, foreheads bumping.

"Steve!" Of course Dustin interrupts, and Steve hits his shoulder against the windowsill as Y/N accidentally hits her forehead against him.

"Fuck," She mutters as her sunglasses fall to her nose.

"That little shit." Steve slides back into the trailer as Y/N follows, him going to grab the pack-n-play and her putting the cigarette out while pushing her sunglasses back up.

Oh God, she almost kissed Steve Harrington.

She takes a deep breath, fanning at her face with Steve's back turned, before she grabs both of their drinks and follows him out.

"He is so tiny." Y/N sees El smiling at James, who is blinking at her with wide eyes. He's never been around this many people, and Y/N knows that soon he's gonna scream. She makes herself and Steve another drink - spiked punch, her favorite - and hands it to him before grabbing James from Max's arms. She nods her head hard to make the sunglasses fall and deposits James into his pack-n-play, smiling as Steve comes out of the trailer with Clover and a couple other toys.

"Hey, what're you drinking?" Dustin asks Steve as he looks over the drinks on the table.

"If I catch you with even a drop of this, your ass is grass." Steve grabs a coke from the ice chest and shoes it at the kid. "That goes for all of you little," Steve trails off as he hears James squeal, remembering last night when James repeated the one word he shouldn't.

"You're no fun." Max frowns as she grabs a coke.

"We're not kids anymore." Mike crosses his arms like a child, crossing his point.

"You're always gonna be kids." Jonathan smirks, finishing off his beer.

"Henderson, you're going to be a kid until you're married and have kids, alright." Steve cuts him off, rolling his eyes but still catching Y/N's quick flinch. "Poor choice of wording, I'm sorry." Steve tries, taking a long swig of his drink from the straw.

"It's alright, I get it." She smiled. She did get it. Times may have changed slightly, however they hadn't changed enough for her to be accepted by everyone.

"I didn't mean it like that." Steve tries again, but Y/N just shakes her head.

"It's fine." She knows he didn't mean it. She knows it's just the way Steve views the life cycle.

God, she was a fool. Steve probably wanted to start fresh, wanted to have his own kids after being married.

"It's not," Steve moves closer to make it a more private conversation. Everyone begins to start talking in groups, and Eddie begins trying to set up a way to play music outside and not blast it from his trailer. "I swear I didn't mean it like that." He feels like shit for chosing his words so poorly. Before Y/N can respond, James is screaming and she's rushing to him. It seems he's just hungry, so she decides it's time for presents so they can get right on to cake.

"Can you grab a chair from around back?" She asks Steve, who nods and grabs one. He sets it down next to the presents, and everyone gathers around.

"Thank you guys for coming." Y/N smiles at her friends, heart beating with love. "I'm so lucky that I live next to someone with such great friends." She jokes, looking at Eddie. He raises his bottle to her as everyone laughs and insists they're all friends.

James isn't helpful with opening the presents, trying to chew the wrapping paper at every chance he gets. Steve is luckily quick enough to get it out of his mouth, but this makes James angry. Everyone got the cutest gifts, like the clothes Nancy and Jonathan brought to the baby guitar Eddie proudly gave. The kids got cute figurines and bath toys, and she'd opened a couple of Steve's gifts - teething toys. She almost cried when she opened them, asking Steve to put them in the freezer right away. When he got out, she was opening the largest present - a cute little kitchen that she can put in her living room so James can pretend to cook. Y/N was glad the sunglasses hid her teary eyes.

"You didn't have to do this." She tells Steve as everyone begins helping with the cleanup.

"Of course I did." He turns to James and smiles, tickling his stomach. "Anything for my family."

Oh yeah. She's head over heels alright.

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xoxoavenger · 11 months

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pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: Y/N goes over to Steve’s for a pool party, where he spoils his girl and James.

word count: 4315

warnings: Steve’s dumbass parents, reader’s commitment issues

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"For fuck's sake." Steve wipes the sweat from his brow as he sits on the hot pool deck. Everyone was coming to his house for a pool day while his parents were gone, and he had maybe gone a bit overboard in preparation. He had gotten the kids favorite chips and drinks, alcohol for the older ones, and juice for James.

He also bought James a kiddy pool and an aquatic play center.

"That's really not working out for you, is it?" Robin is opening his backdoor, having already grabbed a seltzer from the fridge and put it into her blue pineapple cup.

"Is it that obvious?" He's already taken off his shirt and jumped in the pool once, giving up on his hair.

"What the hell did you buy?" She asks, leaning down to pick up one of the brightly colored plastic pieces.

"An aquatic center." He tells her, picking up the box to show it. He's been in the sun for so long he's sure he's burnt, and he's also exhausted. He's glad he had the foresight to set everything up beforehand, because if Robin's here that means everyone else is going to be here soon, and he hasn't finished setting up the surprise for Y/N. He yawns as he looks at the sun through his sunglasses.

"You are so whipped." She smirks, sitting on the ground next to them. Together, they were able to fix it, meaning it was mostly Robin helping him. By the time Eddie showed up, angry that the kids could drive themselves now because it meant he had to drive alone, it was complete.

"Wow, you went all out." He smirked, a joint already in hand. Steve reached for it even though he knew that it would just make him more tired.

"Can you get me a beer?" He squints up at Robin, still on the hot ground.

"Already done," Dustin comes through the glass door, smirking and holding two beers. "Saw you through the glass." Steve stands and rips both of them out of the kid's hands.

"You little shit." Steve rolled his eyes, handing the other beer to Jonathan as he walked out with another joint. Mike, Will, and El followed in, carrying their sodas and munching on chips. Their eyes widened at the aquatic center.

"You did all this for Y/N?" Mike chuckled, not catching the glare from El.

"For James." Steve muttered, taking a hit from the joint and drink of beer in quick succession.

"Max and Lucas are getting a ride from here. They should be here soon." Dustin was already putting his stuff on a chair to lay out.

"We are here." Max's perfect timing made her smirk, can in one hand and a granola bar in the other. Steve's head snaps as he hears James cries, Y/N sighing as she puts the margarita down and tries to quiet him. Steve looks like a lost puppy as he trails inside, leaving the other to laugh at him.

"Sh, it's okay," Y/N's calm, quiet voice makes Steve's heart skip as she watches her bounce James. The baby's eyes lock on his, and the cries stop. Steve would be lying if he didn't feel a little pride swell in his chest.

"Seefe!" James squealed, eyes lighting up. His mother turns and smiled at Steve, who just stands there staring.

"He loves the kitchen." Y/N smiles as she passes James to Steve. The baby's wearing board shorts and a long sleeve swim shirt, a small hat tied around his head. From the greasy look of his skin, he's already got sunscreen on.

"He's gonna love what I just got him." Steve smirks, leading Y/N out the door. She's wearing a flowy coverup dress, hiding her swimsuit. He doesn't get to see her face when she sees the aquatic center, now filled with water thanks to Robin, but he does get to see James'.

The baby screams and wiggles, so Steve walks to the shade and puts him down so he wouldn't burn his hands and feet as he crawls over to it, pulling himself to stand.

"Steve," Y/N's next to him, eyes wide. "You shouldn't have done this." She feels guilty, because of course Steve has bought James his two favorite toys, and of course they were toys that she could never afford, even for Christmas.

"Why not?" He smiles at her.

"Why are you doing this?" She's suddenly wary of Steve in a way she's far too used to.

"My parents never did this kinda thing." He whispers as everyone starts to fawn over James, who is splashing with a toy starfish and giggling. "And not because they couldn't. Because they didn't want to. And your kid deserves it. You deserve it." He hits his shoulder against hers and winks, and when his eyes catch on her lips all he can think about is their almost-kiss. He wishes he would have just kissed her before that, because it's all he can think of now.

He turns when one of the older kids lets out a large laugh, and they step apart, remembering how many people are around them. No one is looking, except Eddie, who smirks evilly.

"I got something for you too." He doesn't say what he wants to, that it's for both of them, so instead he pulls a huge floaty from the side of the house.

"Hey!" Dustin yells as soon as he sees it. He bought floaties for everyone else, but he hadn't blown them up. He had blown the huge watermelon up, heart warming as Y/N smiled.

"Let me put some arm floats on James just incase." She turned to her bag, grabbing the flat floaties. Steve helps her blow up the other one, and together they pull them up James' arms while he's distracted. She puts her bag on a chair by the shade and took her coverup off, Steve taking his shirt off to look away from her gorgeous body. She was wearing a black one piece that hugged her boobs so well it made Steve go dumb a little bit.

"You're putting it in the wrong part!" Eddie complained as Robin tried to set up music outside. She was only wearing shorts and her blue bikini top; it getting too hot to keep the shirt on. Eddie was wearing a black shirt and black swim shorts, his hair tied up.

"Who figured this out at James' party?" Robin asked. James squealed at the sound of his name, scrunching his face in the cutest baby smile and splashing.

"I did most of the work!" Eddie yelled. El and Max smiled on either side of James while Jonathan took their picture, Nancy mixing drinks in the pineapple cups everyone had brought from James' birthday. She was making some virgin ones for the kids, and Steve pretend not to notice when Mike and Dustin snuck into the house to put some vodka in their drinks.

"Do you think it'll be too crazy to read?" Y/N asked, smiling as Steve put the floaty in the pool, one hand on the floaty and the other holding her hand as she lowered herself onto it. Once she got situated he tried to let go of her hand, but she pulled him down and almost caused them to fall over. She let out a glorious laugh and moved slightly to let him lay down as well on the floaty.

"Oh my God, you idiot!" Robin screams, everyone but Steve looking over to see her throwing her hands up and walking away. Steve simply pushed them off the edge and toward the middle of the pool.

"Here's your drink, Y/N." Nancy smiled as she crouched and leaned over to give Y/N her yellow pineapple. She smiled as she reached out to grab it, Steve kicking to get them close enough. When he did, Dustin handed him a beer with a smile as Steve rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky, Henderson." Steve says as he pushes away from the edge of the pool once, more, sunglasses slipping down so he can narrow his eyes in a glare.

"Ha!" Eddie yelled as music began to play. Y/N smiled, moving to get comfortable. Steve slipped his shoulder under her, which admittedly was more comfortable.

"You're gonna get a weird tan." She tells him, head tucked into him as his hand caressed he hip. He threw his head back slightly and laughed.

"Then it's a good thing I don't tan." His head was tilted to talk into her head, and she felt her cheeks flush.

"Are you lungs the size of leaves?" Max yelled, watching Dustin, Mike and Lucas struggle to fill up their floaties. Will and El had figured out how to do it and were almost done, but no one was paying attention to them.

"Do you wanna try?" Dustin asked, holding the half blown up floaty.

"There's no way I could do worse than you." She snatches it from him and Dustin roles his eyes, grabbing another floaty.

"Did you happen to bring any party favors?" Jonathan asked Eddie, who was smirking.

"You know I did." Eddie pulled a rolled blunt from his pocket and handed it to Jonathan, who lit it. Meanwhile, Nancy and Robin were playing with James, smiling and taking in exaggerated voices.

"He's so cute, he makes me want one." Nancy said offhandedly, full attention on James as she handed him a plastic seahorse. Robin widened her eyes and looked at Jonathan, who had dropped the blunt as he stared at Nancy.

"Can't say I blame her." Steve returned his attention to Y/N, who had her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

"Hm?" She squinted as she locked up to him, turning slightly to be more comfortable. Steve tried and failed to act casual as Y/N slipped one leg over his, her hand resting on his chest.

"Nancy," He choked out, hoping Y/N wouldn't think anything of it. "She was talking about how James makes her want a baby." He hoped no one would look in their direction, not only because he wanted to stay in their bubble.

"Oh," Y/N chuckles, head resting back down and eyes closing again. "He is one very cute baby." She smiles.

"Takes after his mom." Steve whispers without thinking. She playfully lifts her hand to hit him lightly before laying it back down, this time lower, on his sternum.

"I didn't know if I wanted kids." She tells him, voice soft. "I was so unsure, even while I was pregnant. Especially while I was pregnant." Steve looks down again, but she stays still, eyes closed. He hears screams and feels the pool ripple, but he doesn't look over.

"What changed?" Steve has always wanted kids. He wanted to break the cycle. He wanted to treat kids the way he wanted to be spoiled, the way he wishes he was.

"I was at the only doctors appointment I could afford, about seven months in. It was only so that I would know he was okay, and to know my due date. And as soon as I heard his heartbeat, I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do for him." Steve can't help but feel the emotions bubble in his chest as she retells the story.

"That sounds," Steve could barely get the words out as he closed his eyes and laid his head back.

"Stupid? Corny?" She guessed with a chuckle.

"Beautiful." Steve answers, feeling her tense over him.

"You'll feel it one day." Y/N says after a moment, relaxing slightly. James lets out a squeal/laugh loud enough to break the sound barrier, and when Steve looks over, all he can think of is that there is nothing he wouldn't do for that baby, for Y/N.

I already have.

He doesn't say it, but he thinks it with hope and little bit of anxiety. He's got a problem.

"Shit!" Y/N tenses as Eddie cannonballs into the pool, splashing everyone and sending waves rippling. He was so close to them that the water went over their floaty, and Y/N almost fell off. Steve grabbed her before she went into the water, the two laughing as they tried to balance. Before Steve could get her back up fully, Eddie was underneath the floaty and pushing them off. Y/N let out a cut off scream as they toppled into the water, the two of them kicking up to the surface.

Y/N and Steve were laughing as they treaded the water, so they didn't hear James' cries for a moment. As soon as they did, Y/N swam quickly across the pool, Steve following her as she pulled herself out and let James tumble into her arms.

"Oh," She placed a kiss to his head and smiled as Steve walked up in front of her. "It's okay, we're okay." She's sure he got upset at their screams, and as he rubbed against her arms he started to be fine.

"Maybe he'd like the water." Steve said, and James got so excited hearing Steve's voice that he stomped his feet and squealed.

"Come on," Y/N picked James up and walked to the steps, sitting on the second highest one and letting James stand on the top. Steve smiled as he watched, deciding to fire up the grill. Y/N turned to see Steve, shirtless with a spatula in hand, and she felt her heart race as she thought about how much Steve looks like a dad. James screamed and splashed before trying to jump into the water, Y/N catching him as he tried to drown himself.

Lovely.

Once James had tired himself out from the pool, everyone got out to get the food Steve was making. James had been sitting with Y/N in the shade, however he got right up and yelled "Seeb!" before stumbling over to Steve and patting his leg, making Steve smile and pick him up, putting him on his lap. James curled up and went to sleep immediately, and Y/N's heart clenched as she committed the picture to memory.

When Steve had finished his food he put his plate to the side and leaned back, watching the kids get back in the pool even after Steve's warning about being in the pool after eating. Jonathan and Nancy were curled up on a blanket on the lawn, the trees shading them. Robin was laying on a floaty stolen from one of the kids, and Eddie was smoking further away from them so James and the kids didn't get the second hand smell. Y/N felt content, the alcohol from her mixed drinks making her sleepy. She turned to the side, about to tell Steve that she was gonna get on the floaty and into the water, but when she looked he was asleep, James passed out on his chest. Y/N smiled, grabbing another mixed drink before getting into the water and floating over to Robin.

"You've got him wrapped around your finger." Robin smirks, twirling her own margarita in her hand.

"What?" Y/N furrows her brows as if she doesn't feel her heart beating out of her chest when she just looks at Steve.

"Don't play dumb." Robin pushes her slightly in a friendly manner, and Y/N grabs the other girl's floaty in an attempt to not float away.

"I'm not it's just," She shakes her head, looking over at James and Steve who were both still happily snoozing. She takes a deep breath and is grateful for Robin's silence. "I haven't, like," She pulls her lips in and blurts it out. "No one has shown interest since I had James." She doesn't look at Robin, turning her head so she's looking at the house, away from everyone.

"Steve is kinda like that." Robin's comment draws Y/N's attention. "He loves kids. Wants to have, like, six of them. And before he even knew you had a kid he thought you were hot, so." Robin drank from her drink with a smug smile, but Y/N is just staring.

"I mean, he probably meant his own kids. Ya know?" She's grasping at straws and Robin can tell.

"Girl," Robin's sunglasses slip down her nose as she looks over them at Y/N. "Do you see him over there? If he only wanted his own children, he wouldn't be over there taking a nap with yours." Y/N thought of this, looking back over and for once not feeling fear when her heart melted.

"You can see where I'm coming from, right?" Y/N muttered, looking over at Robin with a shy smile. The girl pushed her sunglasses back up and took another drink.

"I can, but you need to open your eyes." Robin's blunt words make Y/N's eyebrows raise. "He spoils the shit outta you and especially your baby. And that's just who he is." Y/N's heart races, because she of course knows that Steve loves to do things for others, and clearly he loves to do things for her.

Maybe she should open her eyes.

"Before you ask," Steve is saying as he grabs Y/N's hand and pulls her out the door. Everyone is lazing about inside, and Y/N had been washing the dishes while James played with his new friends. "James is with Nancy."

"Why would I ask that?" She turns to him, confused.

"Because we're about to go on an adventure." He grabs her hand and puts the sponge down, pulling her away from the sink.

"Where are we going?" She asks, letting him pull her.

"We're going to go on a bike ride." He tells her as they walk out the front door. Outside the sun is setting and bathing everything in a warm glow.

"Why?" She asks, but she's giddy already.

"Because it'll be fun." He smirks, grabbing the bike he snagged from Dustin.

"There's only one bike." She mentions, heart picking up speed as Steve smiles at her. This back and forth they're doing is just stalling their inevitable ride.

"That's kinda the point." He straddles the bike and turns to her expectantly.

"Where am I gonna sit?" She asks, not seeing very much room on the back. To her surprise, Steve scoots backward and makes room on the front.

"Come on," His smile is so inviting that she has no choice but to slowly hop on, her back pressed against his front. Slowly, his arms come from around her and grabs the handlebars, holding her in. She puts her feet on the metal bars as Steve pushes off. He leans forward so she leans back, keeping each other up right. They're not going fast, but the breeze is chilling her skin not covered by her coverup. The day at the pool had made her exhausted, and watching everything pass as Steve held her close and they went along the empty road.

She turns her head to him, and as she does so he turns to her and they have a single moment where they're about to kiss before they are falling.

Steve falls first, his arms going around her to break her fall. She hits her head slightly but is otherwise fine, and she turns to Steve, who is laughing, only barely scraped up.

"I'm sorry," He chuckles, pulling her close and staying on the ground.

"For what?" She asks, looking up at him. If she could reach, she'd kiss him.

"Crashing." He tells her, and she just rolls her eyes.

"That's part of the fun, isn't it?" She scoots up, enough to be able to reach his lips if she wanted.

"Uh huh." Steve probably doesn't even know what he just agreed to, but he can't be bothered to turn his brain on. The feel of her body on his is indescribable, and he never wants to think about anything else. He leans down for a kiss, feeling this is the time. After the last failed attempts he was nervous, but there was no one here to interrupt them. He sees her close her eyes and lift her chin, and he dips his and closes his eyes, brain only focused on the feel of-

"Hey!" Of course this time it's Robin. Of course.

Steve huffs and shifts a bit, the moment ruined. Y/N groans and sits up, sliding away from Steve. He stands, offering a hand to her and dusting his clothes.

"I thought you guys were, like dead on the side of the road!" Robin comments, and Steve regrets ever helping her get her drivers license.

"We're fine." Y/N smiles, much nicer than Steve had been. Robin nods and rants on about a couple things that neither of them pay attention to before she's gone, leaving the two alone.

"We should probably head back." Steve suggests, moment ruined. Y/N nods and pushes back some of her hair, shoulders creeping up in embarrassment.

Was the universe against them or something?

Once everyone finds rides, Y/N and Steve are left alone.

"I'm sorry, he usually doesn't go down this easy." Y/N mentions, the two in the doorway of the guest room where James is sleeping, pillows barricading him from rolling off the bed. Steve makes a mental note to get a play pen for his house.

"You can stay here if you want?" He suggests hesitantly. He knows how it sounds, but he also knows Y/N and James. "If you try to take him home now, he's gonna wake up and never go back to sleep." This seems to convince Y/N, who smiles shyly.

That's how Steve finds himself at 7:30 am, James on his hip and pancakes on the stove. He had already fed and changed James, who had woken up at 6:37 and almost woke Y/N up. Steve had suggested the guest bedroom, or even his parents bedroom, but when she looked up at him and told him she didn't mind sharing the bed how could he say no? So he kept his hands to himself for all of thirty minutes until they both fell asleep and he woke up to her laying in his arms, peaceful look on her face as she slept. He had to maneuver over her to go get James, and then had to take him downstairs and hope that feeding him would stop the crying. He read the formula packet Y/N had brought to figure out how to make it and spent far too long getting it the right temperature. When he spied the diapers, he realized he'd never changed one in his entire life, and this was gonna be a doozy.

He had done it though, and now James was happy babbling, both of them shirtless as James didn't have any other clothes and Steve slept without a shirt on. Just as Steve took the pancakes off the stove and plated them, getting ready to serve Y/N breakfast in bed, the lock on the front door jiggled.

"Shit." He muttered, only able to stare as his parents came into view.

"Shit!" James repeated, catching the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. Steve could only blink as James waved, his new favorite thing that Robin and Max had taught him the night before.

"You have a baby?" Mr. Harrington was the first to respond, bags dropped to the floor and door still open.

"Uh," Steve wasn't sure what to say. Had his parents told him they were coming back today? He must have forgotten.

"We're gone for a month and he has a baby." Mrs. Harrington threw her hands up, shaking her head.

"No, wait," Steve was confused, because although James was a baby he didn't look like a newborn.

"I cannot believe this!" Mr. Harrington's furious tone causes Steve to flinch and James to let out a cry, curling into Steve. And for the first time, instead of cowering to his father, Steve steps up, holding James with both arms and shielding him from the nightmare of humans in front of him. James is still crying, and when Steve looks at his mother he can see her face soften a bit.

His father is still stalking toward him, and Steve can't think of anything to say. He just stands there, rubbing James' back and hoping Y/N stays asleep.

"What the hell is going on?" She comes racing down the stairs as Steve's father gets so close they're almost touching. "Get the fuck away from my son!" She pushes Mr. Harrington back, seething as she stands in front of Steve and James. Steve is shocked that she has the guts to do what he could never, and his heart grows a bit.

"Your son?" Mr. Harrington roars a laugh, scaring James even more. This only makes Y/N angrier, the look in her eyes murderous. James is now sobbing into Steve's shoulder, shuddering in a way that makes Steve feel more anger than he thought capable. Y/N wants to tell them to leave, to get the fuck out, but she can't tell them to get the fuck out of their own house.

"We are leaving." Steve says, packing James' diaper bag and grabbing Y/N's hand, pulling her up to his room. His mother yells after him, but his father keeps her from following the two up.

"I'm so sorry." Y/N whispers as Steve hands James to her and puts a shirt on and grabs a couple things. He shakes his head.

"It's fine." He seems actually fine, and Y/N just stares. She's bouncing James, who isn't crying as hard anymore but is still sniffling.

"It's not." She says, and Steve just shrugs. "You can stay with me." It comes out of her mouth before she could think, and she instantly regrets it. She has a small ass trailer and a baby. "I understand, though, because James and it's tiny and-"

"Yes. Thank you." He cuts her off with a smile and then is hauling his bag up and walked out the room, Y/N following and thinking about what she had just said. She's going to be living with Steve.

What has she gotten herself into?

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whoahoney · 1 year

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Not the Babysitter Pt 2

Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

A/N: Part 2 of my abandoned Steve Harrington fic! This is actually the fic that got me back into writing last year before I tripped and fell down the massive rabbit hole that is Eddie Munson! Still love me some Stevie boy. 😩🤍

part 1 can be found here

Summary: Reader and Sara are back to rent another video from Steve, will he shoot his shot?

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Steve waited for the following week to come; her rental expiring Monday evening. When Monday morning came, he made sure he had nothing to do in case she came the same time as last week.

And he was right.

Around 9:30, the bell jingled and Steve could hear the hushed conversation between the toddler and mama, who looked just as breathtaking as the first time he saw her.

“Nana’s house??” Y/n asked the child holding her hand. “Yeah!” Sara smiled devilishly.

“We’re gonna have to call Nana first but I imagine we can make it happen.” Y/n said as she picked Sara up to put her on hip. That was when she met Steve’s eyes, and it almost knocked his socks off.

He felt absolutely ridiculous. His heart thudded in his chest and he worried she could see his chest throb with adoration.

“So, how was it?” He asked expectantly.

“The Care Bears never disappoint, what can I say?” She grinned and placed Sara on the counter like last time. “Hello, Sara.” He greeted with a smile, which Sara matched bashfully.

“Hello.” She responded softly before turning back to her mothers shoulder, the action tugging at his heartstrings. “How was your week?” Steve asked, now looking to Y/n who couldn’t help but feel all warm inside that he acknowledged her daughter.

“It’s been busy, but I can’t complain.“ She shrugged.

“—Mommy, down.” Sara kicked her feet. Y/n bit her lip and looked around the store for customers and then how far she would wander and what she would grab—

“She can’t hurt anything in here, really. Nothing customers don’t already.” He assured her.

“Okay, don’t go far, okay?” She helped her off the counter and watched her wander to the kids section.

“Okay.” Sara called without turning back.

Steve smiled, “And how was Sara’s week?” He nodded towards the curly haired girl, his eyes showing genuine interest in the way he looked into her mothers eyes.

Y/n about melted on the spot. “She had a good week! Watched Care Bears about 37 times.” They giggled. “Went to the park, painted some rocks—“ his smiled widened in wonder, “—Added tons to our collection, actually.” She chuckled, looking at her fingers nervously.

“Do you have a lot?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, “Mhm. Some of them are raw cuts we’ve picked up on our travels, or some polished ones you can get at the store.” He nodded, again, waiting for her to keep talking, waiting to ask her about ‘their travels’

“And you?”

“Me? Oh, I don’t have any rocks.”

“No, silly, your week! How was your week?” She giggled at his blushing cheeks.

He tsked at himself, averting his eyes to regain his composure. “Oh, I’m just living the dream, you know? Renting movies and sorting tapes is kinda my passion.” He said leaning forward and propping his elbows on the counter. Y/n chuckled at his joke, his heart soaring at the sound. He couldn’t wait to tell Robin he made her laugh.

“Whatever pays the rent, right?” She shrugged. He nodded, for once setting down the embarrassment he felt surrounding his occupation, and wondered when he could ask what hers was.

Y/n dug around in her purse for the video case and then handed it over to Steve. As he accepted it, he realized again why they were here in the first place. He thanked her and marked it on time in the system. “Is there anything I can help you find today?” He asked, returning to his position at the counter in front of her.

Y/n pursed her lips and sighed, “I could use Dirty Dancing if you have it.”

Steve smiled, “Lemme see if it’s here.” He strolled over to the romance section, leaving her at the desk to watch him walk away in his favorite jeans, which were now her favorite too. He ducked behind a display to scan the shelves and saw the empty place Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey belonged.

“Not there.” He sighed, coming back around the counter and typing away before letting the monitor load. Y/n flashed a patient smile that reminded him of the nagging guilt tucked away in his chest.

An elephant in the room he wasn’t sure if she saw too.

“By the way, I’m sorry… for assuming the other day, I really should’ve known she was yours,” Steve shrugged and ran a nervous hand through his hair, meeting her eyes again with a half hearted smile.

“It was dumb of me, and—“

“It wasn’t dumb, Steve. Everyone does it. I’m either her sister or babysitter, don’t sweat it.” Y/n shrugged, which made Steve feel a lot better. She craned her neck to spy her daughter in a near aisle, sitting down with three movies in front of her. Before Y/n took a step to get her, Steve spoke, “Oh, c’mon, I should’ve thought sister before babysitter, I mean, she looks just like you, she’s gorgeous.” He said without hesitation, glancing over at Sara with a chuckle as she began haphazardly stacking the videos from the bottom shelf as high as she could.

Y/n’s blush burned brightly at the compliment, her incredulous smile making his heart pound in his chest, “But uh, I’d still really like to take you out sometime, if you’re free of any other kind of, uh, committed relationship…” Steve stammered, which Y/n thought was adorable.

“Is that your way of asking if I’m single?” She asked with a sweet smile, cradling her chin in her hands. Steve’s face flushed pink at her direct approach. He nodded, wiping a hand over his face to ground himself. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“I am very single, yes..” she smiled, his heart soaring at the sight.

Finally, things are going his way.

“but..” Steve’s heart stopped beating for a second before she spoke again. She noticed how his smile faltered, quick to explain herself, “No, no, no, I’d love to go out with you, really, I just don’t have a sitter too often, and I wouldn’t be able to… go out like other girls can.. I wouldn’t want to disappoint either of us, you know?” She said, placing a hand on top of his on the counter reassuringly.

Steve’s heart jump-started at the touch, immediately finding a solution to her problem, “I wouldn’t ever expect you to be able to go out with me like ‘other girls can’, and I love that.” He shrugged, Y/n shooting him a look of confusion in response.

“I want something bigger than what the girls around here want from me.” He sighed, sharing a knowing look with her, “I know you’re not gonna bullshit me, you know?” He could feel the oncoming rambles about to bubble out of him but he didn’t care, “Not to mention you obviously have your priorities in order, you’re caring, and responsible—and-and straightforward! That’s exactly what I want. And another thing—“ He leaned slightly closer for emphasis, “I’d be more than happy to take the both of you out to dinner, any time.” His eye contact unwavering from hers.

“Really?” She whispered. Steve wasted no time before he nodded just as gently, “Yes! There’s so many fun things we could take her to do around here, y’know? The parks beautiful, we could have a lunch there sometime! Or to the pumpkin patch in the… fall.” He cringed at his forward thinking.

Regardless, she smiled, her eyes shiny with speckled stars inside that he placed there with his sweet words and wishes. She nodded in response, placing her hand over his.

“There’s a really good ice cream store opening soon, too.” He shrugged and covered her hand with his other. “But for now, we could grab milkshakes at the diner. Maybe watch a movie some evening? Soon.”

Y/n all but melted at his words that dripped with sincerity. She sighed with a smile and nodded after a moment, a soft “Okay.” shocking Steve to his core. “Really?” He asked as if he’d imagined it.

“Yes, really.” Y/n blushed as the computer screen finished loading the inventory. Steve scrolled down, searching the list until he found Dirty Dancing, which was due back today.

“Just say when.” She said with quiet eagerness watching her daughter saunter over with a movie while Steve looked to her mother with adoration hidden behind his eyes. “I have good news and bad news,” He informed her with pursed lips as he came to lean on the counter again. Y/n sat the tape on the counter with a quirk of the brow.

“The good news, is that I am free for you guys any night this week after 6, but the bad news—” He leaned forward on the counter, “is that Dirty Dancing will not be back until tonight. If they show up on time.”

Y/n nodded slightly disappointed, but understanding until Steve came up with yet another solution. “But! I’d be happy to grab it for you as soon as it comes in.” He offered.

Her smile returned to her face at his words. “You really don’t have to do that, Steve, I can always come back.” She countered.

“I want to, really. It also gives me another excuse to see you outside of work.”

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and dug through her purse for a pen and paper, Steve’s heart racing. She settled on a grocery receipt, ripping off a few inches to write on.

“This is my number,” She jotted down, “—give me a call later? After 7:30 should be good, and, uh, maybe we can figure out when we can watch that movie.” She slid the paper over to him, his index finger pulling it the rest of the way to him. He held it tightly, absolutely stoked at his accomplishment.

“I—I would love that.” He said sincerely, stifling his disbelieving chuckles, remembering he needed to check out Sara’s next movie, the Labyrinth.

“Ooh, I like this one.” Steve said to Sara, who grinned until he could hardly see her eyes and hid behind her moms legs. He rang up the purchase and fought the urge to pay for it himself as she handed him the $3.25.

He bagged it up and slid it over to her with a smile. “Have a good day, ladies.”

“I do it!” Sara insisted, grabbing for the bag. Y/n obliged her and looped her arm through the handles, dangling like a shoulder bag on the small child.

“You too, Steve.” She smiled and shook her head in sheer disbelief as she collected her daughters hand and made her way to the door.

“You’ll be hearing from me later.” He called after her.

She giggled and looked over her shoulder as Sara pulled her hand towards the door. “I’m looking forward to it.” She said.

“7:30!” He reminded after her as she pulled open the door to leave. “7:30.” She nodded and confirmed before the bell jingled behind her.

Steve’s eyes followed them to their car until they were safely inside and out of the parking lot. After that, Steve sank down to the floor behind the counter, holding the paper to his chest; feeling like a love struck fool in high school again.

The feeling worried him, made him uneasy, yet so excited and warm and dizzy. His chest heaved as he checked his watch to calculate the hours between now and 7:30 tonight.

9:45.

“Fuck!” His head fell back with a disappointed thud.

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Steve’s day went by remarkably slow until Robin showed up for her shift after school. As soon as she opened the door, ready to inform him of a fight that broke out at lunch, Steve leapt over the counter to meet her at the door.

“ROBIN!” He shouted as he grabbed her shoulders. “What?! What??” She asked, looking for the fire.

“Look what I got today.” He said smugly, a proud smile hung on his face. Robin moved to the counter, Steve following intently.

When she looked up to see the paper resting between Steve’s fingers, her jaw dropped. “Is that—?” Steve couldn’t help but explain before she was able to finish, “Her phone number, that’s right, I have it. She gave it to me, I didn’t even have to ask, technically. She asked me to call her! Tonight!” He said anxiously pacing in front of her as she shrugged on her vest.

“I can’t believe she actually gave you her number.” Robin shook her head at the sliver of paper, fully convinced he’d blown it from the way he’d explained the first encounter.

“Yeah, me either. She’s incredible.” He shook his head at the thought of her.

“You don’t even know her yet!” Robin chided with a laugh. “I don’t have to know all about her to know she’s incredible. You’ll understand when you meet her someday.” He waved her off.

“I hope you make it that far.” Robin patted him on the back affectionately.

And for once, Steve really thought he would.

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When 6:00 came, Steve dropped everything to strip off his vest as fast as he possibly could and tossed it to Robin, who stood behind the counter checking out customers.

“Good luck!” Robin called to him as he pushed through the door and waving his thanks behind him.

Steve treated himself to some KFC because today felt like his day. Every song that played on the drive home made him think of her and Sara.

He buried the worry. The fear of attachment, of rejection. He didn’t wanna feel that kinda pain again, but he was willing to risk it because the girl made him feel different—wonderfully different.

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It was 7:25.

Steve was showered, fed, and waiting on his bed. He sat with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him, next to the phone; his arms crossed over his bare chest.

Steve sighed deeply, deciding the quiet was too much. He crossed his room to the stereo, pressing play on his Cars tape and adjusting the volume.

He shook his shoulders out the way he would loosen them before a basketball game, and grabbed his small orange basketball to flop down with on top of his bed.

He threw the ball into the small hoop hanging from his closet with ease, realizing now that he didn’t want to get back up to retrieve it.

He groaned at the agony of trying to pass more time, then checked his watch again.

7:28

“Holy shit!” Steve panicked. His eyes searched for the slip of paper, realizing he didn’t have it with him the entire time he was home.

Steve dashed to the bathroom, searching for his pants before realizing he’d been responsible and put them down in the laundry room.

Finally he spotted the familiar Levi’s label and shoved his hands in the pockets. “Aha!!” He proclaimed as he unfolded the beautiful slip of paper.

Steve ran back upstairs and down the hall to dive onto his bed and dial her number.

He checked his watch as he pressed the phone to his ear; waiting for the call to go through, when he realized it was now 7:35.

His eyes shot open as her voice answered on the other end. “Hello?” She sounded as sweet as she did in person. “Hey! It’s Steve,” He said into the mouth piece, holding the phone with two hands like it’d slip away if he didn’t pay attention.

“Oh, hi, Steve! I was hoping it was you.” An audible smile in her voice.

He chuckled and tried to contain himself, “I’m uh, sorry I’m a little late, I was looking for my pants.” He said before smacking his palm against his forehead as she laughed.

“Your pants? Well, did you find them?” She asked amusedly. Steve relaxed and let himself laugh with her. “Yeah, I did, I-I was actually trying to find your phone number in them so I could call you on time.” He confessed.

“Well, I think you’re plenty on time. Don’t worry, you didn’t keep me waiting long, I just now got sat down with my dinner. It’s… been an evening, you could say.” She said with a bitter chuckle at the end.

“Oh? How so?” He asked, curious to hear about her day. “You don’t wanna hear about all that mess, really. Just toddler things. Screaming, potty training, vegetables, you know, the works.” She joked.

Steve smiled, his cheeks hurting at this point but not caring. “I’d be happy to hear about anything you wanna tell me. Besides, you mean to tell me my girl Sara has a mean-streak? I don’t buy it.” He said with a smirk.

Y/n scoffed, “Oh, boy, you have no idea. They’re little monsters, I tell you. The girl refuses to eat anything that isn’t macaroni or chicken. Broccoli? Forget about it.” She leaned against the wall of her kitchen, sat up on the end of her kitchen counter and twirling the phone cord in her fingers.

Steve loved listening to her, he could for hours and actually find everything interesting. So he did.

She told him about their daily routine; what it takes to get Sara ready to go of a morning, what it’s like when it’s just the two of them and what it’s like when she has to work. He found it all fascinating.

The tiny bowls of breakfast, the hair braids, the pink backpacks filled with emergency clothes in case of an accident at daycare, tantrums over forgotten sippy cups sounded more endearing than he knew they were supposed to.

It just was.

All of it.

“So, she does a preschool program at the daycare? What all can she do?” He asked.

“I mean, they do a lot of arts and crafts, but that does a lot more for their development than most would think. And she can tell you every color and almost count to 10 on her own.” She mentioned. Steve smiled at her pride for her daughter.

“Even if she’s a monster sometimes, it sounds like you’re raising a pretty great girl there.” He complimented which made Y/n swoon against the wall.

“You’re real sweet, Steve.” She said again.

“So I’ve heard,” He joked. “So I have to ask,” he started. Y/n’s ears perked at the change in topic. “Have you given my dinner invitation any thought?” He hoped.

Y/n smiled at his persistence. “I have, actually. And we were wondering if tomorrow evening was good for you?”

As if he’d have to think. “Tomorrow sounds fantastic.”

Part 3

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whoahoney · 2 years

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Greetings, loved ones. 🤍

Don’t mind the mess! (It’s me. I’m the mess)

Introductions & Navigation

I’m Honey, she/her, I’m 23, bi, and I hyper-fixate on anything with a layered plot and hot people 😌 I’m an INFP-T, Capricorn, chronic daydreamer, committed stoner, and a mother of small people ✨🍃🪐

❤️‍🔥mostly an Eddie Munson blog for now ❤️‍🔥

We be marrying this man and havin his babies over here 😌

I love hearing from everyone so please don’t be shy and send me asks or stop by to chat! 😇 we can talk about anything, the doors open always and this is a safe place ✨ unless you’re a minor, then please find your way out! 🫶🏻

What I Will Write about:

Fan Fiction

Fluff/Comfort

Angst (triggering topics will be listed and posts censored 🤍)

General fuckery and tomfoolery

Smut/NSFW

maybe some original stories/characters idk we’ll see how brave I get🫣

Masterlist

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

I’ll always be here…

Bad Habit

The Big Bad Day

Not the Babysitter 2 3 4

Eddie Munson

x Tarot!Reader

glassy eyes, hazy afternoons 2 3 4 5 6 7

x SingleMom!Reader 2 3 4 5 6

x SecretAdmirer!Reader

mechanic!Eddie

Knocked Up

x BestFriend!Reader 2

Good for You

A Girl Called Honey 2

Eddie from Chilis 2

Boyfriend! Eddie can’t stop taking pics of you

Eddie Chat Bot

GVF

Josh Kiszka

rainy day with Josh

Jake Kiszka

slow dancing in the kitchen

absolute filth

Jake loves to watch himself…

Sam Kiszka

Danny Wagner

(Don’t be afraid to message and ask about different characters! I’m open to more than this list)

Prompt Lists

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whoahoney · 1 year

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Not the Babysitter Pt. 4

Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

Summary: Steve falls in love with a single mother and her young daughter

CW: SMUT (body worship, praise -good girl, p in v, cream pie, titty play, fingering, oral-m receiving, multiple orgasms), insecure reader (body image) Steve can’t shut up during sex, fluff, love confession, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: this concludes this little series! But I’m not done with them lol, I will take one shot requests for this little universe if anyone would like to send them in 🤍 thank you all so much for reading, liking, sharing, and commenting! I can’t believe how many people enjoy my obscure daydreams. Every interaction warms my heart and makes my day 🥺💖🫶🏻

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When Steve made it to her room, he leaned over the foot of the bed to lay her back before connecting their lips again. He crawled over her like a predator as she backed up to the headboard, his warm body already caging her in. Steve could hardly contain his smile as he started working at her clothes like gift wrapping. Y/n’s heart practically rattled inside her chest at the mere thought of seeing Steve, let alone touching him. But then she remembered he’d see her too.

Before he could get too far, Y/n lifted the hem of his shirt, which he absolutely loved and obliged with a smile; stripping it off and throwing it carelessly across the room. “C’mere, pretty…” he whispered as he pulled her by the waist to press her to his bare chest.

He leaned back down into her kiss, her hands caressing his neck, trailing down to roam his chest and back up over his freckled shoulders. Steve inched a hand under her shirt, melting at the silky expanse of her lower back. Before he could slip his hand around to the front of her, she caught his wrist, breaking the kiss and sending panic through Steve.

“What is it? Do you—“ Steve started, withdrawing his hand and sitting up, Y/n following him and grabbing his hands before he could go too far. “No, no, no, it isn’t you—I didn’t mean to stop you.” She shook her head before he relaxed and leaned back over her with questions in his eyes.

“Then what’s wrong? If you’re having second thoughts we don’t have to. ” He dipped his face down, touching his nose to hers assuringly, “We can take things slow.”

“It’s not that, it’s just... I haven’t been… physically intimate with anyone since I had Sara, so its… a little unnerving. Especially when you look the way you do.” She looked away from Steve, loathing herself for ruining the moment.

“What do you mean?” He cocked his head, his honey eyes soft and set with concern. He waited patiently above her, no plans to move until she told him to.

“I mean, I have a wrinkly pouch where she used to live,” she put a hand to the lower part of her stomach, feeling the loose doughy skin squish between her fingers, “my skin looks like I’ve been mauled in several places—not to mention my tits have literally had the life sucked out of them. I don’t look like a 20 year old girl is supposed to, Steve. It’s embarrassing.” She closed her eyes this time, hiding the best she could. “And you—king Steve— have probably had a lot better than—“

“Y/n, baby, look at me.” He pleaded quietly, tenderly holding her cheek. She hesitantly opened her eyes and leaned into his palm. “You do realize you’ve made a whole person, right?” He asked without waiting for an answer. “You also realize that this,” he slowly pushed up the hem of her shirt to expose the soft skin of her stomach—stopping it right under her breasts, then curled his fingers over the waist of her shorts and panties, looking to her tentatively; waiting for her to stop him.

When she didn’t, he undid and pulled down one side of her shorts to see her waist and hip, slowly caressing the curve with his hand flat against her. “This is the body of a woman. A certifiable—” He kisses her lips wetly, sliding his hand underneath her to feel the rest of her back and grinding down onto her front softly. “—mother I’d love to fuck.” He chuckled against her lips when he felt her smile.

“Since I first saw you I wanted to bury my face right here—“ he pressed his hand flat against her stomach below her belly button, “—and lick you til you’re begging me to go lower.” He whispered, stroking a loopy pattern on her skin with his thumb as he leaned in for another sweet and juicy kiss, taking her lips between his.

He pulled back before she could moan, “I think it’s sexy that you’re a good mom, I don’t know how else to explain it,” her hand found his hair when he pulled her in for another soft yet desperate kiss, “You’re caring, and real, and beautiful, and… you make me feel so good.” He groaned and devoured her neck as he rutted against her. Y/n grew wet at the praise, her breathing deepening. “You’ve ruined all other women for me, you know that?“ He panted into her. “You’re it for me, honey.”

She froze again, her breath catching as she thought. She realized this was it, she didn’t have to hold back from him anymore—she’d given him every reason any other guy had chosen to leave, and yet those same reasons are why Steve has stuck around.

Because he’s Steve, and whether that meant he was perfect for Y/n or perfect in general, it didn’t matter — because it felt like he was just for her.

She tilted her chin up for another kiss, licking into his mouth and exploring his bare body further until she needed to rid herself of her shirt and bra before she lost her nerve, not caring to unclasp it and stripping it off over her head with her shirt before letting Steve pull her bottoms the rest of the way off.

There she lay, bare and naked underneath him. Steve sat back on his heels for a moment; his hands rubbing up and down her legs at first and then up and over her hips and chest, making her gasp softly and reach for his belt loops to pull him closer. “Hold on, I’m looking…” he whispered reverently, his breath heavy and eyes wide, darting all across her body as his hands roamed and made himself familiar with the textures of her skin and contours of her perfect body.

“Baby, you’re so soft…” He whispered as he lowered his face to her chest, kissing her sternum wetly. “And you smell so sweet!” He practically whined as he resumed his affections and returned to her neck, planting hungry kisses along her collarbones and throat which sent her into hysteric giggles and moans for him.

“Fuck! Th-that tickles.” She managed.

Steve smirked at the reaction and started grinding his denim clad crotch onto her bare cunt until she could only cry for him to come closer.

“Stevie, c’mere.” She mumbled against him as she sat up to his height on her knees. She undid his pants, taking care to rub his cock achingly slow through his boxers until she pulled desperate whines from his lips and sent his hips thrusting into her hand, then stripped the layers off for good.

His hands snaked around her waist and down to her ass to grab it in handfuls, grunting softly against her neck in a kiss. “Fuck you’re so sexy.” She tilted her head, surrendering to his touch—to his love. Y/n’s hands slid up through his chest hair to run her fingernails down against the back of his neck, which almost made him shudder, saving himself with a careful sigh as he caught her almost smug face.

“Hey.” He said, calling her attention back to him.

She looked back up at him and smiled when she saw that same dazed puppy look she always found set on her, and then he leaned in and kissed her deep and sweet.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered urgently, willing her to believe him.

“So are you.” She answered, and knew he meant it.

Y/n daringly reached down between them to stroke him again, admiring the length and thickness of his shaft, the sensation bringing his kisses to a halt as she pulled a moan from him. “Sit back,” She whispered to him with satisfaction.

He immediately obliged and sat back, leaning on his elbows behind him toward the end of the bed. Y/n situated herself between his legs, her hands on either side of his hips. “You’ve been so good to me, honey,” She preened before hooking her arm under his leg to prop it up a bit and kissing the inside of his thigh, the sight and feeling sending an electric pulse to his core.

“Can I thank you?” She whispered against his hip before spending a sloppy kiss there and wrapping her fingers around his dick to pump it slowly.

Steve’s breathing grew deep and unsteady, nodding his head feverishly. Y/n wasted no time and started a slow and wet strip up the bottom of his shaft and suckling the slit when she got to the tip, Steve’s eyes never leaving her the whole time.

She wrapped her lips around his head, as if it were a tootsie pop from the bank. Steve’s hands found her hair, gathering it for her while she took care of him. Y/n spat on her hand and gently massaged his balls before sliding her mouth over his member again to bob up and down fluidly, setting a brutal pace from the start.

Steve jumped and started spewing strings of praise at the pleasure, “Oh, baby, that’s it. You’re so good, such a good girl for me.” while she did her best to fit it all without choking.

Y/n went as far down as she could, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit down at the base. Steve mewled at the feeling, his hips involuntarily bucking towards her face.

This didn’t faze Y/n the way Steve feared it would. Instead she used one hand to push down on his hip, her nails pressing crescent indentions into his skin, which only made him pulse at the tip.

“—Stopstopstop!” He urged through heavy breathing. Y/n jerked back, her eyes wide with the fear that she did something wrong. He smiled at her panicked eyes and pulled her closer, her face held in his hands, starting sweet kisses at her jaw before speaking, “As much as I love feeling your mouth, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been dreaming of other things,” He said it against her skin like it wouldn’t send her spiraling.

He pulled her flush against his chest, greeting her closeness with another kiss, “Can I have it?” Steve whispered sensually in her ear before cupping her sex, making her shudder and whine at the sudden pressure. She ground her hips against his fingers that waited at her opening. He let her use him for a minute, watching down with starry blown out eyes and a dumbstruck look on his face.

“I wanna hear it, baby.” He urged, slipping a finger into her folds to start slow circles around her clit.

“Yes, yeah, just keep doing that, Steve, please.” She whined, clinging to him desperately.

“You like it when I touch you here?” He asked, pressing down on her heat.

Y/n’s words caught in her throat, only able to give an “Mhm.” and a nod. Steve hastily flipped them over, “I know, baby you’re soaked.” He mumbled against her lips in a kiss. She reached out for his cock, ripping a gasp from his lips as she dragged it through her wet folds and nudging her clit with him. He followed her silent instruction and brought a hand up to play with her pebbled nipple, which sent her over the edge in no time.

She didn’t realize how close she was to the orgasm until it hit her, the warmth rushing through her body, forcing her brow into a crinkle as ungodly sounds left her and she gyrated against him ravenously. Steve watched the whole time as she came undone, a wriggling mess against him, her pretty noises sending more pleasure to his cock.

Y/n came down from the high, panting softly against his neck while he kissed up her jaw and to her ear. “You’re so hot, using me like that,” pulling another involuntary whine from her lips as he kissed her. “Think you can do it on my dick this time?” He asked, guiding her back over his lap.

Y/n nodded eagerly with a heavy lidded smile, “Ridings my favorite.” She bit her lip at Steve’s enthusiastic reaction, his cock tensing at her words. “D-do you have condoms?” He asked, seriousness flooding his voice, praying they wouldn’t have to stop here.

Y/n scoffed and pushed Steve down by his chest to fully recline. “I’m on the pill, pretty boy. S’that okay?” She asked, Steve nodding before she was even done asking, “Besides, I’m allergic to latex. That’s kind of how I ended up with a kid in the first place.” She joked before sliding down onto him, the sudden warmth and pressure of his dick bottoming out in one go had him practically busting, her hot and silky walls clenching around him as she began rocking.

“—Don’t move for a sec, holy shit.” He panted, hands holding her hips in place. His grip sat tight enough to leave a couple bruises, not that Y/n minded. She couldn’t help but grin at how pathetic he looked underneath her; absolute putty in her hands. She subtly rocked her hips, ever so discreetly, keeping the warm, burning ache at bay as she sat on him. “You’re so wet—fuck!—and warm, baby.”

After a moment, Steve collected himself and opened his eyes to look at her fully comfortable and perched on top of him, patiently waiting for his say-so. “You ready?” She whispered, leaning close to his face and allowing her hands to rest on his chest and shoulder. Steve nodded quickly before pulling her into another kiss.

Y/n quickly found her rhythm bouncing on Steve’s cock, the friction between their bodies sending Steve to the moon, his heart beat so fast he thought it may explode but he really didn’t care.

Profanities spilled from him as he reached peak pleasure inside of her, “Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes! Oh shit.” He exclaimed, his eyes screwed shut with strain. Steve moved her hips in time with his final thrusts, taking care to grind her clit down on his mound until she was a breathless mess all over again, mewling his name.

“Steve! Steve, I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum for me, pretty girl—wanna feel it.” He said, looking up at her, reaching a hand up to squeeze her breast while she fucked herself on his dick; still hard inside. Y/n’s eyes fell closed as Steve began slamming up into her, the added movement to her effort practically beating against her cervix, forcing out tumbling wanton moans with every thrust

Her head fell back as she ground her cunt back and forth again, feeling his hands grip her doughy hips and move her himself—hitting that delectable, filling place inside of her. He loved the noises she made for him; it made him feel special in the same way he made her feel chosen.

Steve decided to feed into her pleasure by showering her with more praises; “M’pretty girl takes my cock so well, you’re so good, Y/n, so fucking good.” He said, his voice louder than before, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Y/n’s movements slowed the more cock drunk she became, her eyes glossy and desperate and blown out and set on him which delighted Steve immensely. “C’mere, let me take care of you.” He whispered and flipped them back over to rest her on her pillows at the head of the bed, crawling back on top of her and bringing her leg up and over his shoulder. He stroked the area right above her knee as he slid back in with ease.

His hand flew to her clit before he started thrusting again, rubbing her sex slowly. “You like that?” Steve asked, planting a kiss next to her knee. Y/n whined pathetically and nodded, desperate for another release. “Does your tummy hurt?” He asked in false commiseration and leaned down closer to her; making the angle even more delectable.

She nodded vigorously, a euphoric sob escaping her lips at the thought of the pressure growing in her stomach. “I’m gonna make it feel better, okay?” He cooed against her lips as he began to thrust faster and play with the slick around her clit.

Y/n opened her eyes to look at him, his watching hers in awe. “Cum for me, baby, let me have it, huh?” He pleaded as if she was doing him a favor, like she couldn’t do anything better than to give him one more orgasm.

His incessant pleas were the last of her undoing, the knot snapping in her stomach, the ecstasy washing over her in pulsing waves as she cried out for him one last time.

Steve embraced her and pulled her into his chest, stroking the length of her back and mussing her hair to the side to expose one side of her neck. He planted a saccharine kiss in the crook of her shoulder, a tired smile worn by both of them.

“I was right,” Steve said through fast and deep breaths. Y/n pulled up enough to see his face and shoot him a questioning look. “You’ve ruined all other women for me.” He said with a shrug and pecked her forehead before getting up and fetching a towel.

Y/n, feeling like a puddle of a human being, splayed on top of her sheets, her heart still pounding and pussy still swollen, wondering if this is real life. She raise her head off the bed, craning her neck to look into the bathroom, admiring his naked body that rivaled ancient art while he cleaned himself.

Steve walked back to her, a fresh towel in hand and hearts shining in his eyes at the woman he so admired—loved, even.

“Here, let me?” he offered the towel in front of her leaking cunt, looking to her before touching. She nodded, biting back a shy smile, not used to the courtesies she’s been shown this evening.

When he was done, Steve tossed the towel on the floor, and didn’t hesitate to lean back down and plant kisses all over her face and neck, holding her hands in his against the pillow. The only sounds that came from them were giggles and smooches, ignoring the feeling of their skin adhering together from the sheen coating them.

Steve flopped down next to her, his hands pulling her onto his chest and stroking her back and tangling her hair between his fingers. “You’re incredible.” He breathed, a smile unwavering from his face.

“Me? What about you?? No one’s ever made me feel like that before.” She beamed at him from his chest. Steve brought a hand lightly down the back of her head, running her hair underneath his fingers. “Yeah, well, I can say the same thing.” He said with that earnest look in his eye from before.

She buried her nose in his neck, taking in his natural scent—sticky with the sex they shared and remnants of lingering cologne and her soap. She didn’t want to close her eyes yet, finding it hard to stop staring at any part of him.

So she didn’t.

She traced his being with her eyes as discreetly as she could. She loved his chest, how broad and strong it felt beneath her hands, how soft and warm he kept her as he held her firmly in his arms like he wouldn’t let her get away even if she wanted to.

While she was counting the amount of freckles and moles sprinkled across his torso, she felt his his breaths get longer, and heard the quietest snore slip from his gaping lips. She tilted her chin up to assess his profile, his eyes were closed, his skin still glowing from the filmy sheen clinging to both of them, the tousled strands of hair that fell over his forehead looked so effortlessly beautiful it made her almost jealous of him.

And then she remembered he was hers, and that made up for it.

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They shared a lazy morning in bed, Steve waking first to find himself somewhere unfamiliar, and then he felt the tickle of her hair at his shoulder and neck. He smiled to himself, a deep inhale to stifle a yawn while he stretched roused her sleeping body. She lulled her head over to him and rolled closer to his side.

“G’morning.” He mumbled, hoping his breath wasn’t as rancid as he worried it was.

She opened her eyes and smiled at his quiet greeting and stretched her legs with a quiet groan, pushing her chest into his side as she did. “Good morning, pretty boy.” She sighed and buried her nails in his hair, combing it away from his face, giving him a little head scratch that sent him reeling.

“Mmm, I could get used to this,” He mumbled as he rolled towards her, “that’s the stuff. Keep ‘em comin’” He requested as his eyes fell back closed.

She chuckled adoringly and obliged him until she got lost in his beauty again. As her ministrations slowed, he could feel her gaze on him. He peeked towards her to find her eyes on him. Their noses were mere inches apart, but not for long until Steve leaned forward and pressed the first of many morning kisses to her lips.

When Y/n’s mom dropped Sara off, the two were more than ready to see her. They were so caught up in each other and the idea of Sara coming home that they didn’t even think about Steve meeting Ms. L/n.

“Mommy! Steeb!” Sara yelled as she ran through the front door. Y/n expected Sara to run to her as she always did, but quickly found the little girl veering to the left and into Steve’s waiting embrace. Y/n watched on with a gaping mouth before she turned to look at her mom doing the same.

“Oh! Mom, this is—“

“—Hi, Steve Harrington, it’s such a pleasure to meet you.” He said brightly with an extended hand, Sara perched in his other arm with an unrelenting squeeze around his neck and shoulders.

Ms. L/n looked at Y/n with an approving smile, “The pleasure is mine, Steve, I have heard so much about you from the girls—“

“—Okay, Mom, that’s enough—How are you gonna give Steeb all the loves?!” She asked Sara incredulously. The little girl giggled madly and hid the best she could into Steve’s neck. Y/n peeked over Steve’s shoulder menacingly, but not before he could turn Sara away from her, using himself as a shield, “She chose me!” He insisted.

“Sara Jane! Give your mama a kiss.” Y/n jokingly ordered. Sara peeked over his shoulder and leaned towards her mom. Steve moved Sara closer to Y/n, smiling when he watched their matching sets of lips meet for a tender greeting and a loud mmmwuah. Sara smiled with her tiny square teeth, their placement a mirror of her mother’s.

“I missed you, baby.” Y/n said to Sara, carding a tender hand through the silky hair atop her little girl’s head. “I watched Jem!” Is all she said back.

Y/n’s mom didn’t miss for a second the way Steve looked at both of her little loves, completely enthralled in the way they interacted with each other, drinking in their voices and shared giggles.

Ms. L/n had never been a fan of Sara’s father, more relieved than anything when she found out he wouldn’t be involved. She was skeptical when she found out her daughter was seeing someone again, wondering how long it would be this time before he decided it was all too much, but it had been months.

The more she heard about this Steeb character, the more she worried it was too good to be true. Sara was older now, would she get hurt when the time came? It made her sick.

But seeing them here, now, the way Steve tended to Sara, how his eyes glossed and crinkled at the corners with a smile as he looked at Y/n, she could see they were headed to a beautiful place.

After Nana left, Sara showed Y/n and Steve a picture she drew while she was away; a picture of the three of them at the diner. “She even got my hair right!” He pointed to the brown blob atop the stick figures head. Y/n chuckled and took in the details, settled on Steve’s lap after Sara was asleep in her bed.

“And the blueberry syrup!” She pointed out the blue jar next to his plate on the crayola table. Steve chuckled and pointed at it, “Oh my god, she did! How does she remember all of this?” He asked in awe.

“Cause you take us there all the time.” She answered with a smile, her own heart melting at her words. Steve always wanted to go do something all together, and he always had the best ideas about what to do with Sara, lots of times running into other young families at their trips to the park, aquarium, and, museum, the innumerable restaurants, and baseball games they’d been to in the last months.

With each week that passed, Sara had grown more accustomed to Steve’s presence in her life, knowing she could count on an adventure every weekend, knowing his car when they took it places, preferring his lap instead of the couch when they were at home, insisting on his presence at dance class, knowing which snacks he liked at the store and more recently beginning to catch on that Steve would be over for dinner and be waiting for her at the table in the morning for breakfast.

This evening in particular, Y/n stood with Sara propped on her hip as she carefully peeked in the oven at the pie they’d made special for their favorite guy.

Steve had yet to arrive, his drive taking longer due to a shower at his place and grabbing clothes to take over. His room was a mess, having hardly been home in the past month, but he always had clean clothes since Y/n offered to wash and dry his them each visit. He made the last minute decision to stop at the grocery store on his way and grab a couple bundles of flowers for the girls.

The previous week, they’d taken Sara to Indianapolis to see the flower fields and had to remind her constantly that she couldn’t pick them, much to her dismay.

So Steve thought he’d bring her some of her own.

Y/n stood at the Victrola in the living room, picking through records to queue up for the evening. Sara loved music, disco being her favorite genre at the moment.

“Dance party!” She said, her outstretched arms and grabby fingers focused on the record in her mothers hands.

“Slow your roll, I’m putting it on, you can’t touch the needle til you’re taller, remember?”

Sara huffed, momentarily whiny before the front door opened, Steve stepping inside with the bundles he purchased. “Hidey hey hidey ho, ladies! How are my favorite girls?” He smiled as Sara embraced his leg and Y/n greeted him with a chaste peck on the lips.

“Stevie, what are those?” Y/n asked, finally taking notice of the flowers laying in his arms as if he were the winner of a beauty pageant.

“Oh, these old things?” He joked, holding the bundles out to her, “I saw these and figured I’d get you guys some flowers—especially after the flower fields, thought maybe she’d like to have some of her own.” He shrugged as if it were a no-brainer.

As if anyone would think to do that for her.

Y/n’s eyes prickled with tears, a tight and genuinely happy smile on her face trying to mask the utter joy and heartbreak she was experiencing at the same time.

“That is…so incredibly thoughtful, Steve. Thank you.” She said, threading her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him in til his forehead rested on hers, the affection making Steve lean into her like a cat.

‘Don’t say it’, she reminded herself, ‘Not yet.’

She took the bundles of brown paper to the kitchen to trim the stems and find vases.

For Sara’s bouquet, Y/n split it up into four sections and trimmed them short enough to fit in mason jars so she could have her flowers different places in the house.

With her own, she placed them in a gorgeous milk glass vase, one that looked like an heirloom, and set them on the end of the table; where she’d see them the most during the day.

She could hear Steve playing in the next room with the wooden building blocks, Sara giggling when Steve would use her T-Rex to knock them over. Y/n sighed dreamily at her flowers, mindlessly fluffing the filler and adjusting some of the placement.

She was startled out of her head when she felt his hands creep around her waist. “I’m glad you like them.” He whispered and placed a kiss where her neck meets her shoulder, which made her involuntarily giggle. Y/n turned to him in his embrace; her hands reaching for his face. “No one’s ever bought her flowers before.” She quietly confessed with a sad smile.

“Aw, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he ran his thumb over her cheekbone, examining her eyes with worry. “No, no, no, I’m really happy!“ y/n smiled while adamantly shaking her head. “It only makes me sad because… I never thought this was possible. And it scares me.” Y/n shrugged without meeting his eye. It felt pathetic when it came from her lips, but not to Steve.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean, her own father didn’t even choose her. Mine didn’t choose me, either.” She took a grounding breath, “Ever since I got pregnant it’s been a never ending stream of people telling me about what I got myself into and how we’ll always be alone because no man will ever want a child that doesn’t belong to them, how even if they did, they’d end up disappointing me.“ She shrugged. Steve’s brows knit together as he listened carefully. “And now you’re here,” she said with feigned annoyance to keep herself from breaking down into sobs, “You do all the things—the stuff, well, you do the stuff you shouldn’t have to do. You want us-you actually want us. And you show up every time you say you will, do you know how big that is for me? And you just have this way with her, it’s almost ridiculous, you know? She’ll listen to you over me any day, and I never thought about how nice that could be. And I’m scared that it’s gonna stop. I keep waiting for you to disappoint me, Steve.”

Steve sighed and thought carefully about his response, unable to come up with anything coherent, “I never wanna disappoint you guys.” Steve wrapped her in a hug, hoping it would stop the tears he could see welling up in her eyes. Y/n sniffled out some laughter against his chest, his chin rested on top of her head as he closed his eyes in concentration;

‘Don’t say it. Not yet.’ His conscience reminded him.

“You have me.” Is all he mumbled. “M’not going anywhere.” Steve carefully ruffled her hair, taking in her smell before pulling away to lead her to the waiting dinner table. “Sare-Bear, you hungry?” He asked the small child in front of the television. Sara didn’t reply, just ran as fast as her little legs would carry her to her highchair that sat at the end of the table, opposite of the flowers.

Steve picked her up and set her in her chair before taking his own seat, Y/n beaming at him the whole time.

‘Don’t say it, not yet.’ She reminded herself.

Steve unwrapped the dinner rolls and placed one on everyone’s plates. Y/n followed suit and unwrapped the tinfoil top of the heaping plate, serving up the chicken she fried special for him. His eyes grew big, his irises flickering from the chicken to his girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

Who always cooked for him.

“Breast?” She asked, pulling him out of his mushy haze. “What?— oh, yes, please!” He shook his head and held his plate out excitedly. “Do you want green beans?” He asked her eagerly, an extra flutter to his heart beat.

“No, thank you, but do you mind giving some to Sara?” She asked as she unfolded her napkin to spread in her lap. Steve looked to his little friend in the high chair next to him, patiently waiting for her food to be prepared.

“Greenie beanies?” He asked simply, holding up a heaping spoonful to put in front of her.

“Peas!” She chirped happily.

“We don’t have peas, though, just green beans…” Steve said unsurely, looking at the greens he’d put on her tray. Y/n snickered as she piled some mashed potatoes in front of Sara and then herself, “She means ‘please’, but I think it’s awful sweet you call them ‘greenie beanies’.” She chuckled.

Steve flushed, his cheeks pink at the realization he was talking like his mom did to him when he was little—something he didn’t think about for a long, long time. “What? I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He speared some on his fork and shoved them in his mouth, cheeks flushed as his girlfriend continued her giggles.

“I can’t call them green beans anymore, greenie beanies is just too cute.” She chuckled before taking a sip. Steve smiled softly, admiring the slope of her nose and lashes as she tilted the glass back. He happily spooned his own helping out onto his plate, his eyes drifting back to the two girls that had such a hold on his heart.

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The meal was comfortably quiet, the sounds of the tv in the next room played as forks and knives tapped against plates. Sara happily swung her bare feet and did her best to use her spoon on her mashed potatoes. Her face was practically smothered, which would make Steve cringe had it been another small child, but when it was Sara it was sweet. Especially after Y/n taught him that “messes are unavoidable at this age” and “most of the time they can be easily cleaned, sometimes I just have to take a few deep breaths first before I lose my cool.” He chuckled at the memory as Sara stuck a piece of shredded chicken between her teeth.

Y/n wiped the girl’s mouth with a napkin, her nurturing acts always caused a flutter in Steve’s chest. Sara shook her head in defiance, “Hold it right there, sister.” Y/n muttered lightly as she squished the toddlers cheeks together and cleaned her face of the starchy mash. “Bath time?” Y/n asked as she left her seat and lifted Sara from the confines of hers.

Sara shook her head and walked to the Victrola to point to her favorite record. “Dance party.” She pouted.

“Dance party?” Steve crinkled his brow in both amusement and confusion. “Oh, she just really likes to dance to this one song, but don’t worry about it, we’ll just play dance party another night, okay, honey?” She spoke to Sara softly as she tried to ease her to the hallway, though the toddler was determined to stay in her place. “Why no dance party?” Steve asked.

“We—uh, i-it’s—I,”

“C’mon, I love dance parties, I threw a lot of them back in my King Steve days.” He shrugged before stepping over to the records. “Which one is it?” He asked as he skimmed the shelves.

“Just, uh, hit play.” Y/n said, her face heating up from what’s about to unfold in front of her. Steve smiled and hit the power switch, Let’s Groove by Earth Wind and Fire boomed over the speaker as Sara squealed with delight and jumped up and down.

Steve smiled incredulously and looked to Y/n, “It’s her favorite song.” She shrugged and suppressed nervous laughter, her cheeks flushed. He nodded and began to roll and sway his shoulders to the beat before approaching Sara for a dance. “What a coincidence, it’s mine too.” He joked, spinning the little girl around as she clung to him in a fit of giggles.

Steve attempted his best jitterbug, making Sara squeal with joy as they jumped and spun around the room, his own laughter matching her enthusiasm.

That’s when it hit Y/n, in a menagerie of swelling horns and a funky groove, she realized she didn’t want to go without saying it anymore. She wanted to watch them dance to every song til Sara was tall and Steve was gray. She watched them spin around a while longer before she couldn’t resist holding it in any more. “Steve?” She said just above the music and Sara’s laughter.

Steve turned to face her, “Yeah?” the beautiful boy said, oblivious to the freight train about to hit him.

She thought of everything that could go wrong, how he could decide to walk out the door and have no obligation to her and her daughter whenever he felt like it. How he had the ability to walk away unscathed, to find someone else to make his own family with.

But she knew, at least liked to think, that he’d choose them too.

“I love you.” She nodded, content worn plainly on her face. Steve’s smile fell from his face momentarily, he shook his head lightly as if he didn’t understand over the booming music and joyful shrieks of the toddler in his arms.

He stepped closer to Y/n to be sure he wasn’t hearing things, but her eyes were fixed on him so dreamily there wasn’t any way the words he heard hadn’t come from her mouth.

“What’d you say?” He asked softly before leaning down towards her.

“Down, peas!” Sara reached for the floor, Steve stopped to set her down and then quickly stepped around the corner with his girl, closing in on Y/n til he was close enough to share the same air in their own little bubble.

He held her hands and kissed them, then leaned his forehead against hers, making it impossible for her to escape and for him to miss her repeat the words he craved to hear the most. He watched her lips intently, his thumb lying close to the corner of her mouth as if the words would only come out if he coaxed them. “Say it again, please?” He pleaded

“I-I said I love you, Steve.” She said to him quietly but strongly, her glossy eyes meeting his. “I love you t—,” He wanted to say more but he found himself cut short by his lips smashing lips hers at the shared confession.

The kiss was passionate, but not in a lustful sense. The lovers chased after one another’s kiss, as if to catch up for all the times they’d felt the need to say the three little words and didn’t.

“I love you.” He mumbled, too unbothered to pull back two inches to say it properly. “I love you.” she whispered against him like a vow— and to them it was

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