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looopylupin · 2 years
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kidnapper: i have one of your children
steve: which one i have seven
kidnapper: the loud, annoying, rowdy kid who never shuts up.
steve: which one i have seven
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italiansteebie · 1 year
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whenever anyone was sick, steve would bring them soup.
classic chicken noodle, very soothing, very good. the issue was, no one could figure out where he got it from.
it was that kind of soup that you wanted on a cold winters night, or the days when you just need something cozy.
they had gone through all the restaurants in town that serve chicken noodle soup, and yet none of them came anywhere close to what steve brought them.
he always delivered it in a plain plastic bag, and a plain styrofoam cup wrapped in tinfoil. it was always still warm, just at the perfect temperature for eating.
it was like magic.
and then came the fateful day, eddie was sick. cough, snot, fever, the gross, disgusting works. and hell. he'd been waiting for this day, couldn't wait to try steve's soup. and weasel out of the boy where he got it from.
so the doorbell rang, and eddie all but ran to answer it. steve harrington in all his glory, standing on his front step with that famous grocery bag that contains the magic soup.
they get inside, settle into the couch and eddie cracks open the container.
"geeze man. where do you get this stuff? it's like heaven in a styrofoam cup."
eddie practically moaned into his first bite.
steve laughed, "everyone says that. it's just soup!"
eddie shakes his head, "but from WHERE?"
"from me."
and that stops eddie mid bite. he gestures to the cup with his spoon, eyeing steve. "you made this?" he asks, mouth full, broth dribbling out.
steve ducks his head, grabbing a napkin to dab at eddie's mouth. "yeah, it's no big deal."
the absurdity itself almost cures the cold that wracked eddie's body.
"dude! your soup practically cures all illness!"
steve scoffs, looking at eddie fondly, "whatever eddie, just eat your soup."
he pushes eddie lightly on the shoulder, watching as the metal head mocks him silently into the soup container.
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idkimtiredanddumb · 2 years
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Steve’s awful stuffy parents who never cared what he did so long as he maintained their image as The Harringtons come home early because something weird and terrible is happening in Hawkins and they should make an appearance and find their son in the living room, COVERED in grime and blood with a bat of nails by his side and a skinny messy haired metalhead boy on his lap SURROUNDED by kids calling him mom 
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steve and dustin’s relationship makes me so happy
Thinking about how the Hellfire Club would respond to them being friends because how the HELL did nerdy dnd player Dustin fucking Henderson become friends with the former king of Hawkins High, Steve “The Hair” Harrington? Because the last they knew of Steve, he was a jock, he threw parties in his giant mansion (that no one in Hellfire had ever been to) and he was just an all around asshole.
The first time Steve shows up in his fancy car (that was actually his fathers) wearing his preppy clothes and waiting in the parking lot, they assume he’s there to beat them up. Of course, they’re the freaks, the losers who don’t go to the basketball games and instead spend their time sitting in an empty classroom playing fantasy games. So what else would they expect?
When Dustin tells the club, “Oh, no he’s basically our mom he’s driving us home tonight”, they don’t believe him. They don’t know why he would be lying, but the people in the club who were at Hawkins High when The King was at the peak of his reign were honestly scared. They were at the bottom rung of the social ladder, if anyone was gonna bully anyone in Hawkins High, it would be the Hellfire Club. Although they were scared, they had formed some sort of bond with these 3 freshmen and they decided to walk out with them to the car. The kids leading the pack, Eddie, Gareth and Jeff slightly behind.
When they reach the car, the older kids try to get in front of the freshmen, but Mike and Lucas rush to Steve, each giving him a fist bump before Dustin reaches him and they perform an intricate handshake that has obviously been practiced a lot. The older kids can’t get exactly what’s happening, but they know there’s a lightsaber part and that it is a very complicated handshake that you wouldn’t learn for just anyone. Mike and Lucas fondly roll their eyes before getting into the backseat of Steve’s car, obviously having seen this same routine done before. Dustin laughs before getting in shotgun and Steve turns to Eddie. Eddie is dumbfounded, because whatever he was expecting Steve to do, it’s wasn’t this. As Steve turns to him and the rest of Hellfire, thanking them for giving the kids something to do that’s fun after school and sticking his hand out for Eddie to shake, Eddie can feel his old crush returning and he hopes he’ll see more of Steve soon.
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oneawkwardwriter · 3 months
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Surprise Visit
pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader warnings/tags: child abandonment, unsupervised minors, Dustin being a little shit, very little swearing, mentions of violence (no real violence takes place) summary: everyone is staying over at Steve's house (I swear, his house is canonically almost like a mansion) when the kids hear strange noises coming from downstairs in the middle of the night. a/n: this is my first short fic on tumblr, so I have no idea how this will work out. Also, yes I'm very aware that it doesn't make a lot of sense, but bear with me. wc: 1.1k
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Just like so many times before, the entire party ended up at Steve's house. It was that time in between the holidays where everyone just stays inside all day, savoring the last bits of the Christmas spirit and the New Year's celebrations. Seeing as Steve's house was always rather empty with just him, it wasn't unusual that at least one person would sleep over or come by during the day.
You were already there, as you had spent the night with Steve. Dustin had come in during breakfast, which had become such a habit that a bowl of cereal already stood on the counter. Robin had showed up around 11.30 A.M., which was uncharacteristically early before they realised she had tagged along with Nancy, who was more of an early bird. After that, the other younger kids had stopped by one by one, naturally staying as they got to talking.
Losing track of time entirely, it got dark much sooner than expected. Since no one really felt like going home and there were more empty bedrooms than would ever be used, everyone just stayed over for the night. Nancy and Robin ended up in one bedroom, the six kids divided over two others, and you had fallen asleep next to Steve in his room.
Around 2.30 A.M., you were woken up by a soft knock on the door. Confused, you looked up at Steve, who's expression looked similar to yours. You got up to the door and opened it, only to find El, Max and Dustin standing on the other side.
"You better have a good excuse to wake us up in the middle of the night," Steve groaned as he stood behind you, rubbing his eyes while stifling a yawn.
"It's not the middle of the night, that's 3 A.M.," Dustin commented with his usual sarcasm, earning himself a 'mom' look from Steve, who glared at him with his hands on his hips.
"Ignore him," Max said, "We heard a noise coming from downstairs."
"A noise?" You asked, "Are you sure?"
You had barely finished your sentence before you heard some indistinct footsteps and muffled voices that you couldn't make out. You glanced over your shoulder at Steve, shooting him a somewhat worried look.
"Alright," You said as you looked back at the three kids again, "You three go to the others, we'll get Robin and Nancy and see what's going on."
"I'll get the bats," Steve replied, somewhat annoyed to be woken up to inspect what the hell was going on this time before reaching under his bed to grab a couple of baseball bats, including the one with the hammered nails.
You sent the kids to stay with the others, telling them to wait for at least half an hour if no one came back. After that, you got Nancy and Robin, who weren't exactly pleased to up either, but also didn't like the idea of someone or something being in the house.
Carefully, you went down the stairs, Steve in the front with you right behind him, closely followed by Robin and Nancy in the back. You had to look back once to slightly glare at Robin, who was whispering "please don't let this be the day I die" over and over again, to get her to quiet down.
The sounds seemed to come from the kitchen, so after making sure no one heard them coming downstairs, Steve quickly opened the door to the kitchen, turning on the light with one hand while clutching his bat with the other one. This seemed to startle whoever the intruders were, because they turned around to face the four of them.
"What the-" Steve could get out before realising who exactly were standing in his kitchen. "Mom? Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"
His parents looked quite confused and rather alarmed by the sight of seeing the four people, all holding a baseball bat, seemingly ready to get a swing out of them.
"Don't talk to your mother like that," Steve's father scolded, his face turning from shocked to stern in a matter of seconds. "And what is all of this, all of you looking as if you're about to bludgeon someone?"
A bit shocked by the outcome themselves, they lowered their improvised weapons.
"What brings you two back to Hawkins?" Steve asked, a somewhat bitter undertone in his voice. "I haven't seen you for what feels like forever."
"We were busy, you know that," His mother answered, her tone matching that of her husband's. "We thought it would be good to stop by and... surprise you for the holidays."
"Well, you're a bit late then, huh? The holidays are over." Perhaps Steve was a bit harsh, but who could blame him? His parents we're rarely home, and even if they were, he couldn't seem to find anything to talk about with them.
"Come, come, don't get sour," His father said, "We only wanted to surprise you, but it seems like you've got your hands full with the three of them." He motioned to Robin, Nancy and yourself, a somewhat suggestive undertone laced in his voice.
"Oh, that's not- we're not-" Nancy stammered as Robin shook her head, "It's not like that- Well, not for all of us... I mean, they are- but we aren't- no."
"Yeah, that totally made sense," Steve said sarcastically.
"Oh, fuck off, they get it," Robin replied, while you just shook your head.
"Anyway," Steve continued, "Thanks for dropping by, but I really don't feel the need to keep this going. I'm going to let the kids know everything's fine and then go to bed."
"Wait, kids?" Both his parents asked in unison.
"You don't need to, they've been listening from the top of the stairs the entire time," Nancy replied dryly, glancing over her shoulder to look at the six kids huddled together, who quickly hurried back to their rooms.
"Of course they have," Steve shook his head before walking out, pulling you along with him while ignoring his parents. Nancy and Robin followed, shooting an awkward smile at the adults before going upstairs.
Once you're back in his room, you lean against the door as Steve sits on his bed. "Are you alright?" You ask, crossing your arms.
"Yeah, I'm alright..." Steve sighed as he lightly massaged his temples. "Don't know how I'm going to deal with my parents in the morning, but I'm fine."
You walk over to him and sit next to him on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out... better get some sleep now."
Steve nodded, putting his arm around you as you both got comfortable again. You'd have to deal with his parents in the morning, if they hadn't already left again before you got up, but that was an issue for later.
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the-jelliestbelly · 2 years
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Dustin, texting Eddie: Eddie! Help I’m being kidnapped Eddie: Where are you? Dustin: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Eddie: I’ll call Steve. Steve, answering his cell: Y’ello? Eddie: Where’s Dustin? He texted me that he was being kidnapped. Steve: Dustin? What do you mean, he's literally right next to me- Steve: Steve: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* Steve: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! Dustin: WHO ARE YOU?!
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shewrites7 · 2 years
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Only a Matter of Time
steve harrington x fem!reader
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summary - You and Steve decide to spend the whole day together, as friends of course, and all you can do is try your best not to stare at his lips. in other words, The Three Times You Want To Kiss Steve Harrington And The One Time You Do.
type - one shot
word count [6.4k]
tags: Steve Harrington x f!reader, friends to lovers, pining, secret crushes, head over heels in love, a fun day with steve, movie dates and a kiss underneath the night sky. (no specific mention of appearance, race, etc.)
warnings: none
a/n: check it out on my ao3!!
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10:30 AM
You didn't know how many more of these car rides you could take. You were sitting next to Steve in the passenger seat of his car, with three middle schoolers in the back seat that were bound to push you to the brink of insanity if they kept it up. It, meaning, the way they loved to torture you about how you felt about Steve.
They'd picked apart everything about the two of you, mentioning Steve to you when you were alone, giggling in the back seat every five minutes when car rides like these happened. You'd never mentioned to them how you felt about Steve—you weren't even sure what you felt. But, whatever they thought, they were certainly sure of it. And they were relentless.
You wondered if they did the same to Steve, if they ever made fun of him or had him blushing like you did when they'd mention his name to you. He acted practically oblivious to everything that came from the backseat, vision properly aimed at the road as he drove. Meanwhile, all you could do was try your best to look straight ahead, to not glance to your left at Steve. To not notice the way his hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, or the way he tucked his bottom lip when he was really focused on the road, it coming out glossed over and pink.
God, you really had to stop. You weren't doing anything to help your case. Even if you were looking forward to today, your body tensed at the idea of close contact with Steve all day long.
You and Steve were supposed to share the day together doing fun things, like you'd do with him all the time, practically every week. You would spend the entire day in each other's company, no worries, just having a good time. It was tradition, your special thing. Today though, for some reason, felt different. Your leg was bouncing up and down and you were sure the kids had noticed how quiet you'd been. They notice everything.
After you dropped them all off at the arcade, it would be just you and Steve. Steve and you, completely alone. Nobody around to stop you from falling victim to his smile, or unwillingly letting your mind wander towards the tip of the iceberg, the fine line that echoed out to you, what if? A place you knew you shouldn't even think about, but you couldn't help it.
Steve may have never appeared to notice the mess of thoughts going on inside of you, but the others always did.
"How much slower could you drive?" Dustin called up to the front seat, voice full of attitude and impatience. He sat behind Steve in the driver's seat, squished next to Lucas and Max. Steve and you had agreed to drop the three off at the arcade before spending your Funday together, but you started regretting the decision more and more as the minutes ticked by and they still managed to come up with more to say.
"I'm going the speed limit, Henderson," replied Steve, shutting him down. You heard Dustin scoff from behind.
"You'd think he'd wanna get there faster to get to his date." The three snickered in the back in agreement with themselves.
"Date?" Steve asked, peeking in the rearview mirror with interest. You sighed. Here we go.
"The one you two are going on today, that you do, like, every week." Max's tone hinted at the supposed obviousness of the answer that left you sputtering.
"Max, cut it out, " you said, giving her a firm look. You saw her smirk flash at you evilly from the rearview mirror. She was the worst of them. "This has never been a date."
You saw her shrug. "I mean, it's practically a date." The other two murmured in agreement and you wanted to make the unethical choice of forcing them out of the car to walk the rest of the way, but soon enough you noticed Steve pulling into the parking lot of the arcade, and your thoughts were soothed when you realized you wouldn't have to.
"Enough, you guys." You rolled your eyes with a stern tone, but neither of those things masked the flush that you knew had risen into your face. "We're here now. Out."
Sensing your anger, the trio rushed out of the car and into the arcade, waving goodbye hurriedly and turning around, but not before Max threw a look from over her shoulder to you from behind the car's windshield, one that made you shake your head softly to yourself. You shut the suggestion down mentally. You had to.
Trying to pull yourself out of your thoughts and what the kids had been hinting at, you took a peek over at Steve, who seemed unfazed. Had he had any sort of reaction to what the kids were teasing about? Had he even been focused enough to catch on? Steve's face was anything but revealing at this moment, eyes following Dustin, Max, and Lucas as they hurried into the arcade.
Your heart always bloomed in your chest sweetly when you watched the way Steve looked at the kids, ones he'd grown so accustomed to. They were like his family, more than just some random preteens to him. You'd never failed to notice the way they looked at him too, like he was a safe space for them. They'd been so comfortable around him from the start, and you knew he'd do anything for the bunch of them.
It was sweet, and so Steve. He'd always been caring like that, protective and determined. At least, that's how you'd always seen him. You watched him as he watched the three of them, making sure they got in safely. Seconds passed, and then your glances at him pulled you in to study him in the same way you were helpless to ever actually keep yourself from doing, no matter how hard you tried.
Your eyes flickered over to his, and then down to his lips and up again, and you cringed at yourself as you shut your eyes tightly. You were doing it again. It was like your brain ran amuck at times like this. You weren't sure you knew how to stop it.
"Steve! Steve!" came a voice, Dustin's voice. When you looked out to the arcade, Dustin was running back towards the car, hand on his hat to keep it on his head from his pace.
Steve looked at you and then turned back to Dustin, confused. "Whoa, what's wrong?" he yelled. Dustin practically sprinted to his side of the car with a pound on the window. Steve lowered it.
"I need some cash."
Steve rolled his eyes. "Of course," he drawled, but he was most definitely laughing, hardly hesitating before digging into his wallet and handing the kid a few bucks, to which he smiled gratefully and ran off again, Steve's face wearing a warm smile at his retreating form.
You swore you had heart eyes.
Steve laughed to himself and watched Dustin leave again before turning to you, amusement glinting in his eye. He shrugged with a crooked grin that you wanted to get as close to as possible.
"Kids, what can ya say?"
You just laughed, breathlessly. You could say a lot of things.
12:30 PM
You thought it'd be dark enough in the movie theater to keep it from happening. To stop your heart from doing that agonizingly annoying thing that made it beat ten times louder in your chest and had your eyes glancing down to Steve's lips more times than you'd like to admit.
You and Steve's first destination on your traditional day of fun had been the Movies, a classic tradition. You'd been grateful that Steve had suggested the downtown movie complex. There's no way anything could have happened in a dark theater, right? Wrong, so wrong you could've laughed.
You didn't know how much time had passed since the movie started—it could've been minutes, it could've been an hour. Some action movie was playing, but to you, it was practically background noise. Gunshots and the loud whirr of a helicopter were playing on the big screen that had Steve clearly immersed in it all, meanwhile, all you're thinking about is just how much Steve's brown eyes could glitter in the low light of the theater.
Even in the darkness, you could see the way his long lashes brushed against his cheek, the way soft, chocolate strands of hair brushed against his forehead and had your fingers itching to run through them. And, of course, how his lips glistened every time he went back for more buttery popcorn. Steve's lips took up an embarrassingly large amount of space in your brain.
You needed to distract yourself. You knew that this, whatever it was, couldn't keep happening. At least not while you still were painfully aware of how you and Steve stood. Friends, and just that. You wanted to drill the fact into your mind, keep it from wandering to places it shouldn't.
You stuck your hand in the popcorn bucket you and Steve were sharing, thinking desperately that having something to snack on would shake you out of whatever was going on up inside your brain. With a feeling that spread up right through your arm like wildfire, you realized you and Steve had reached for popcorn at the same time. Your hand had grazed his, fingertips brushing against each other softly.
You turned to face Steve right away without thinking, and he was already looking back at you with a smile and a soft, breathy laugh. If only he knew the way that simple touch sent fireworks straight to your chest so quickly you swore your heart skipped a beat. You smiled back at him and looked back towards the screen, trying to pretend as if you'd been focused on the movie all along.
Then, you felt Steve come closer to you, face angled next to yours as his eyes stayed focused on the movie. He was leaning in even closer to talk to you and your body went tense in your seat.
"Hey," he whispered to get your attention, not knowing that he'd already had all of it for, like, the whole movie. "What's your rate of the movie so far?"
You scrambled for an answer that didn't make it sound like you'd been distracted the whole time.
"Good," you breathed, like an idiot. "It's, uh, it's really good so far." You'd settled on "good," a safe answer. If it'd been bad, you figured, Steve would've been talking your ear off in critiques by now.
Somehow, he leaned in even closer, and the heat from his body radiated around you, impossibly warm and steady. Your body didn't budge at all, too scared to brush against another body part of Steve and turn you into even more of a flustered, sweating frenzy.
"Don't you think the secret agent guy's a little unrealistic? I mean, where'd he get that bomb from? And how does nobody recognize him without his glasses?"
You wanted to listen to Steve, you really did. But, his breath fanned against the side of your neck and you could feel the hair that flopped in front of his face brushing against your cheek. It made it pretty hard to, but you nodded with a tight-lipped smile like you'd drank in every word.
"Totally, yeah."
You thought you'd fooled him. He'd hummed in response and didn't say anything else for a good ten seconds, but that was the last of it. Steve knew you too well.
"What's going on?" he asked with his attention now turned fully on you. "You usually chat the whole way through these kinds of movies. That's why we sit in the back, 'member?"
His eyes peered into yours with such concern and a furrow of his strong brows and Holy, he was touching your shoulder. You shrugged like the wind hadn't just been knocked out of you.
"Yeah, sorry, I don't know what's the matter." You offer him a weak smile. "I think I'm just, uhm, hungry." What?
"Sure," he said, and his voice sounded so kind and positive and not judgy because he was Steve and he was perfect.
He even went to pick up the popcorn bowl to give to you, but you reached for it too, and then you were knocking into it and popcorn was everywhere, as in, all over Steve's lap.
"Oh my god Steve, I'm so sorry," You whisper yelled, freaking out and not thinking straight at this moment, at all. Or, really, for the last couple hundred moments. You fumbled to pick up the bowl from his lap with one hand and scoop up popcorn from his lap in the other.
"It's okay," came Steve's amused voice, but you didn't stop, not when your hands brushed against his legs and not when you dropped the bowl a second time and had to re-scoop what you'd already scooped. Your face was hot and you didn't take a moment to think about what you were doing until you saw Steve shift in his seat a little. He cleared his throat a little bit from next to you, the sound almost like a coughed laugh, and you stopped your hands in their place. What were you doing?
You were all over Steve's thighs, and way too close. Too close to him, too close to his lap, too close to... What were you doing?
You were utterly horrified at yourself, and your eyes must have shown it because Steve laughed. It was sweet and clearly trying to soothe the awkwardness, but you still were frozen in place and had to quickly take a deep breath down before you forced your arms back in your lap and shamefully looked anywhere but to your right at the boy next to you.
You peeked over with dread slowly at Steve, who you made eye contact with before he started laughing to himself again, silently of course. The movie was still playing, but you hadn't watched a second of it in the past ten minutes. You were sure he could see how much you were blushing, even in the dark. You swore you could see the tips of Steve's ears flushed red.
"Steve, I'm so sorry," you said again, worrying even more when he stood up from his seat. Was this the time he decided to escape from you?
You were about to get up too, but he held out two hands to stop you. "Stop worrying, alright? You're fine, really."
He picked up the fallen popcorn bowl and flashed you a warm smile. "I'm just gonna go get us some more popcorn or something. You want anything? Candy?"
You looked up at him, shaking your head wordlessly and wanting to crawl into a hole.
"Alright, be back in a few."
He took off down your row of seats, turning back and waving a little at you before climbing down the rest of the steps.
You waved goodbye back, probably too late for him to see anyway, but cursed yourself internally because, God, you could've really gone for some skittles at that moment. Anything to forget about what had just happened. You were drained beyond belief and delirious. And the day had only just begun.
3:30 PM
You didn't know what was wrong with you today, but you knew you had it bad. You'd always felt little butterflies in Steve's presence, but it seemed like today they were just impossible to tame, and they made you do things like spill hot popcorn into his lap. Oh, and now? The butterflies were just refusing to be pushed down.
But you couldn't blame yourself, not at a time like this. Steve was being absolutely amazing, beyond dreamy. You were both at the state fair and knee-deep in fried goods and lemonade that was both sweet and sour.
Steve had spotted one of those fair games that you reminded him were an easy way to lose your money and fast, but he shook his head and started towards the milk bottle toss booth, taking your hand in his.
Ignoring the fuzzy feeling that came from his hand in yours, you shook your head as he asked the man for a set of baseballs and handed him a few singles.
"Steve, you know these are rigged," you reasoned. He looked down at you with a smirk, waving one of the baseballs around in front of your face.
"Not for Steve Harrington. Just watch."
He motioned towards the walls of the carnival booth, all lined with too many stuffed animals to name. Steve put a hand on your shoulder, pointing towards all of the different stuffed bears and more.
"Pick a stuffed animal," he said, eyes glimmering with confidence. "Any one."
Your jaw dropped as you looked at him, but you were smiling and couldn't help the way a laugh tore from you.
"Fine, fine." You took a second to look around at the options, aware of the worker waiting for Steve to take his turn.
"Maybe the pink panda bear, up there." You pointed to a stuffed animal at the very top, one that happened to be one of the biggest ones in the booth. Steve nodded easily and turned to the worker.
"What do I have to do for the pink panda up there?" He pointed to the one you'd mentioned. The man's eyes followed before his eyebrows raised as if the preposition was impossible.
"You gotta knock all six down, one shot."
Leave it to you to pick the most unachievable option. Steve rubbed a hand over his chin, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.
"I have to say," he said turning to you, "you play a hard game. But I will get you that panda bear. Count on it."
He mock-saluted you before turning back towards the inside of the booth, unfazed, where six milk bottles sat stacked on top of each other in a pyramid.
He took a deep breath in and shook out his shoulders before picking up the first ball and throwing it at the milk bottles with great force. With a wince, you saw the top three bottles fall to the ground, three left standing.
"Crap," said Steve, brows furrowed. Almost with no effort, he threw the next two baseballs back-to-back and knocked down two more, but the middle bottle was left standing. You tried not to pay attention to the way the muscles in his arms flexed at each throw.
Steve was visibly frustrated, but the man working the booth seemed even surprised that he did that well. With a smile plastered on his face, he handed Steve a reasonably sized teddy bear.
"Great," remarked Steve, who was looking at the teddy bear in his hands like it was a piece of trash.
You took the stuffed animal from his hands and held it to your chest.
"It's adorable Steve, I love it."
Steve just shook his head with an annoyed sigh, hands on his hips. "It's not the pink panda you wanted."
You smiled, trying to comfort him with a hand on his bicep. "Don't worry about it, really it's-"
"No," he cut in, eyes looking determinedly into yours, unwavering. "I'm getting you that panda if it's the last thing I do."
His tone was firm and you wanted to melt at how adorably stubborn he was being. "Steve," you tried to call, to tell him he really, really, didn't need to, but he was already asking for another set of baseballs. You were all too aware of the small group of people who were beginning to line up behind you and Steve, probably watching this all unfold.
Steve didn't seem to notice. He locked his eyes on the milk bottles, a look of determination on his face that reminded you of the days you'd watch him on the Hawkins High basketball court during the heated moments of a game. He blew out a puff of air, trying to focus. He stood still for a few moments and then BAM, you blinked and all of the milk bottles were lying scattered on the floor with a single throw from Steve.
You blinked. "Oh my gosh." Your jaw was on the floor.
"We have a WINNER!" Yelled the man, his smile genuine. He splayed out an arm at the wall of stuffed animals behind him. "What'll it be, young man?"
"I'll take the pink panda bear, the big one," Steve said confidently, not missing a beat. He was grinning from ear to ear, his smile contagious.
With a nod, the man went to get the very stuffed animal you'd pointed at just a moment ago, having to get a step stool just to reach it.
He finally managed to get it down, and when he did, you could see just how huge the stuffed animal really was.
"For your girlfriend," said the worker, handing Steve the panda.
You coughed. What?
Some claps came from behind you and Steve, and you turned around to see at least twenty people standing behind you and Steve in line, watching with happy smiles on their faces. Did they think you were a couple, too?
Steve didn't make any move to correct the man, too excited and carried away with taking the stuffed animal and immediately handing it to you.
"For you, my dearest," he said jokingly, only that it didn't seem much like a joke, especially not to the worker who smiled down at the two of you like he was watching a happy couple.
The weight of the panda bear almost had you dropping to the ground. It was almost half your size, fluffy and pink with a bow tie and you absolutely loved it.
"Steve, oh my gosh," you said, trying to meet his eyes from over the panda bear. "You shouldn't have."
He shrugged, waving a hand dismissively.
"Of course I should've." He just smiled down at you with this huge grin on his face. "Anything for my girl."
He didn't stop smiling, and you could feel your knees almost buckle, but you couldn't tell if it was from the weight of the bear or Steve's words. Did he know just what he was saying? The words were playful, too good to be true, but they only sounded sincere coming from his mouth.
Your eyes got lost in his, and, in the moment, you wanted nothing more than to drop the panda to the ground and take a turn holding Steve in your arms instead.
But then you noticed all the people still waiting to take their turn at the milk can toss, no doubt watching the both of you, and you broke eye contact, clearing your throat a little.
"C'mon," you said, motioning to the right with your head because your arms were occupied with the toy. "Let's get the expert milk bottle-tosser something to drink. On me."
Steve stood still for a beat, still looking at you, before shaking his head quickly and clearing his throat with a nod.
"Yeah, let's."
He stepped to your side, put his hand on the small of your back, and you both walked forward, leaving the booth. His touch was anything but steadying.
"I'm paying, though."
You rolled your eyes softly. "Oh please, you won this for me, it's only fair."
Steve looked down at you, and to your surprise shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, fine," he said. Then, he sprinted out in front of you.
"Only if you get there first!" He hollered from over his shoulder.
"Steve!" You yelled with a laugh, voice wobbly as you tried to run with this ginormous stuffed animal in your grasp. Your head barely poked out from behind it.
With just a second more gone by, Steve had run far into the crowd of people and you'd managed to lose a clear view of him. All you could hear was his gleeful laugh that rang through the warm summer air from in front of you, and you wanted to bottle up the sound. You could never get enough of this boy.
9:00 PM
The rest of the time you and Steve had spent at the fair had been the textbook definition of perfect, if perfect included having to hide your heart eyes from Steve every time he did something you found swoon-worthy. Which, because he was Steve and you were you, was about every five minutes.
The hot summer sun had faded into the horizon, leaving the sky to turn slowly into a dark blue that had the streetlights turning on and tinting everything in warm, yellow lighting.
You and Steve were walking side by side, cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling. Steve had always had that effect on you.
He'd taken to holding both of the stuffed animals he'd won for you at the carnival game hours before, despite your protests that you could carry them both on your own. (You couldn't). But, somehow, Steve could hold both with one arm, and hold your hand with the other. A man of many talents, he'd called himself. You smiled at the memory.
Though you'd been fighting your tiredness for the past hour, you let out a yawn into the nighttime air. Steve noticed right away.
"You tired?" he asked, and you lifted your shoulders a little.
"I'm alright. Long day."
Steve nodded silently in agreement, before he stopped abruptly in his place, eyes looking off to something in the distance. "Would you be up for one more ride?"
Following his line of vision, you caught sight of the Ferris wheel that you somehow hadn't gotten to riding yet today, a sight to see with bright lights in juxtaposition to the darkening night sky.
You scratched your head with the hand that wasn't holding Steve's, acting like you were deep in contemplation.
"Hmm, I don't know," you said, the side of your mouth turning up into a smirk at Steve's annoyance.
"Well," he said, the beginning of his famous grin creeping up on his features. "I guess you don't have a choice then."
Before you could say anything, Steve was crouching down and lifting you up with a single arm, throwing you over his shoulder with an embarrassing amount of ease as he started jogging towards the Ferris wheel.
"Steve!" you managed to yell from where your head was hanging, laughter bubbling out from you. You could feel the heat rushing to your face that you could surely blame on the blood rushing to your head from hanging upside down over Steve's shoulder, and not from the feeling that shot through your body from Steve's hold on the back of your bare thighs. He ran quickly, but all you could see was his back. Not that you were complaining.
Before you knew it, Steve was setting you back down on the ground, only to grab onto your hand and pull you towards the Ferris wheel that was a whole lot closer to you now, almost right in front of you.
Steve pulled a rope of tickets from his pocket and held them out to the woman running the ride. She eyed over the two of you and then speedily shook her head.
"No riding with the stuffed animals."
You only now remembered that Steve was still holding both of them. How he had managed to carry the ginormous panda bear and you, you don't know.
"Oh, c'mon," said Steve, but the lady didn't budge. Sighing, Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. You looked down at your shoes. This man.
"What about now?" He questioned, a suggestive edge to his tone. The woman hardly glanced at the cash. Then, she pointed a firm finger at the exit.
Steve deflated slightly, pocketing the money but politely nodding at the woman before taking hold of your hand again to walk a couple of yards away from the woman.
Steve was looking down at the pavement. You put a hand on his shoulder in what you hoped was reassuring. "Don't worry, the day was amazing, we don't need to go on the Ferris wheel, Steve."
He looked up at you then, looking anything but sad. His eyes were fiery and determined in the same way they'd been when he'd been set on getting you that panda bear. And he'd gotten it.
"No, you don't worry, because we are getting on that Ferris wheel." He held the panda bear closer to him. "No man gets left behind."
Your brows pulled together, nervously. Steve turned to face the Ferris wheel, staring at it while chewing on the inside of his cheek in thought. You didn't want to know what he was planning, but you knew you probably should find out.
"Steve," you called, "what are you thinking about?"
He turned back to face you, body suddenly alight with excitement. "Plan B."
With that, he tightened his grip on your hand and ran ahead, pulling you quickly behind him. And, instead of stopping at the entrance to wear the lady was collecting tickets, he bolted past her, you in tow.
"Steve!" you yelled, at the same time you could hear the lady working the ride shout at the two of you.
Quickly, Steve threw the panda bear stuffed animal he'd won for you and the other teddy bear onto the nearest bench on the ride and lifted you up onto it with an alarming strength that had you flushing pinker than humanly possible. He hopped up onto it too and hooked the chain from the bench across you both to secure you. Your jaw dropped for the umpteenth time that day.
"That was your plan B!" You yelled, out of breath from all the running. The ride hadn't stopped moving the whole time Steve had gotten you both on the ride, and you were already high up in the air.
"I got us on the ride, didn't I?" reasoned Steve, voice raised from the wind that began whipping against the two of you. Steve's hair was already wild, and he had this excited look in his eyes that had your worries fading away and your words of reason dying before they could reach your lips.
Knowing you well enough to see your shakiness, Steve grabbed onto the teddy bear and waved its arms around, pulling a smile from your lips.
"See," he grinned, handing you the bear. "How could you say no to this face?"
You shook your head as you looked down at the bear in your hands, laughter escaping you. You giggled and looked up at Steve who was laughing too, and your giggles turned into loud laughter that rocked the bench back in forth in the air as you both shouted out your laughter into the night.
It took over a minute just to reach the top of the Ferris wheel from its sheer size, and by the time you did, the ride stopped, probably to let on more people on the bottom.
As you looked out into the night, your laughter softly died from your lips as you took in everything around you. The streetlights shining, the hundreds of people down below you, and the stars glistening in the sky. You felt so close to them. The sight was perfect--the whole night was. You'd been having the greatest time with Steve, him being heartachingly sweet the whole day.
Your body was fighting against you, and you gingerly leaned your head onto the shoulder of the giant panda bear in between you and Steve, and when you peaked to your right, Steve's head was resting on the other.
You felt Steve's hand brush against you and interlock his fingers with yours. Something warm and fuzzy bloomed inside your chest as your hands rested against the fluffy stuffed animal, holding each other.
Besides the delicate sounds of the wind rushing past your ears, it was silent up where you and Steve sat. It felt almost like time stopped. You listened closely, hearing the sounds that the breeze brought to your ears. The ringing of a church bell. The music from the carousel down below. It sounded so peaceful and had your eyes fluttering shut.
Behind the safety of your eyelids, your brain started flooding with thoughts of the boy next to you, with memories from the entirety of the day. The car ride with the kids, the fiasco at the movies, the way Steve had won you the stuffed animal you lay on and was spectacularly perfect throughout all of it. He was the most wonderful boy you'd ever met and you wanted to tell him that. You didn't want to have to hide all the adoring thoughts you had about him. It was tiring. And it wouldn't last forever, you knew that. It was only a matter of time before everything came spilling out. You figured now was as good of a time as ever.
You opened your eyes and broke the silence with a soft call of the boy's name. He didn't respond at first, and you wondered if he could even hear you over the wind.
"Hmm?" he said lowly, a soft hum in response. Suddenly, the wind didn't seem so loud anymore. All you could hear was the beating of your own heart as you willed yourself to let words out, anything.
"Do you-" you paused, thinking about what you were about to say. "Do you ever wonder about the things the kids say? Or, you know, what the worker at the milk bottle game said?"
You swallowed. "Not that you have to think about it or anything you, uhm, you just don't ever have a reaction whenever they poke fun at us and I was just wondering if, ugh, sorry this isn't making sense."
You wanted to melt into your seat. Your voice had breaks and pauses in it and you made absolutely no sense. There went your chance. The silence was eating you alive.
"I, uh," came Steve's voice. "Yea. I do."
You swore you felt your heart drop. Wait, what?
"You do?" You wanted to slap yourself at how surprised your voice sounded.
"Yea, I do," he said. Both of you still leaning on the stuffed animal, all you could see was the scene in front of you. You had no idea what Steve's face looked like at the moment, and you didn't know if the fact discouraged you or made you relieved.
"And," came Steve's voice again, slow, like he was just testing the water. "I guess the reason why I never have a reaction to them is because what they're saying just ... never seemed like it was that far of a leap, you know?"
It felt like there were gears in your brain, spinning and smoking, trying to process Steve's words and their meaning. When you stumbled on what they could possibly mean, you didn't feel like it was possible to believe.
You lifted your head from off of the stuffed animal, wanting to finally see Steve's face. When you looked over at him, he was already looking at you, chocolate eyes having never looked so big, having never shone so bright. It was like you could see the stars in the night sky reflected onto his eyes.
You chewed on the skin of your bottom lip.
"Steve I-," you broke eye contact, feeling like you wouldn't be able to get out what you had to say if Steve was gazing at you like that. "I want to say something more, but I just want to be sure I know exactly what you're trying to say."
Taking a breath out, you looked back up at him again. "What are you saying?"
Steve took a moment to respond, looking down at your interlocked hands before holding yours a little tighter.
"I'm saying ... I think about us being together. A lot."
You couldn't help the way your eyebrows raised. You'd wanted this moment to happen for so long, and, now that it was, you were in disbelief that it was even remotely going well.
"And, uhm," you swallowed, "what do you think about it? Us being together?"
"I," he started slowly, eyes working around in thought. "I think that it makes sense. It makes sense, because I've fallen in love with this amazing girl and, that's what you do when you love somebody, right? You get together with them, spend every moment with them." He looked into your eyes, his hopeful and bright. "Do you get what I'm saying?"
You looked back into his eyes, nodding quickly when you realized you hadn't said anything. "Yeah, yeah I do. I guess I'm just trying to take it all in. Inside it's just ... hard to believe."
Steve frowned, softly, never judging. "What about?"
"About how you feel. I never thought ... " you didn't know what you were trying to say, but Steve took hold of your other hand and any words died on your lips.
"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met. Why wouldn't I fall in love with you? How couldn't I?"
You were melting inside, putty in his hands. Steve was amazing and always had been, but this? You were helpless.
You didn't know if Steve could see how much his words were affecting you, searching his face for a sign of anything. He'd never looked more sincere and vulnerable, eyes looking down at you.
"Well," he said, voice soft. "What do you think about it?"
You offered him a smile, squeezing his hands in yours like he'd done before, foreheads touched as you leaned into him. This time, when you looked down at Steve's lips, you didn't feel like you had to hide it.
"How about I show you what I think?"
Your voice was soft and had Steve's forehead creasing against yours.
"Show me?" he asked, lips tugging upwards in a grin. You wanted to kiss that smile so badly. Press your lips to his, once and for all. So, finally, you did.
When your lips found his, it took only a second before he was pressing his right back into yours. Your hands were still holding each other's, and you moved one set of hands to his thigh, needing to steady yourself because the kiss was everything you'd imagined and more. It was delicate but full of a passion that had your chest twisting.
You moved in tandem with Steve, steady and trying to get as close to each other as you could from your seats. You reached your other hand into Steve's hair, finally getting to run it through the soft strands, the ones at the back of his neck that had him letting out a beautiful sigh into your lips. You didn't want the moment to end, smiling into his lips from pure serotonin with only the moon and stars as your witnesses.
You felt a change in the wind that blew against both of you, and you realized the Ferris wheel had finally started moving again and that you both were nearing the bottom. Pulling back from Steve, you smiled up at him. You felt like you could pull an endless amount of smiles from your chest.
"So," you asked, words soft as you kept playing with his hair because you loved how it felt, and what it did to him. "What do you think?"
Steve looked at you with so much love in his eyes that you couldn't believe you'd never noticed it before.
"I, uh..." he swallowed, cheeks flushed. "I agree."
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allthingssteddie · 2 months
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Steve And Eddie do not get along.
When spies Steve and Eddie were in the academy they couldn’t stand each other. They both were glad when they had landed in different places but a couple years later they both are assigned to a case to pose as a family to go on a road trip for a mission.
We're the Millers and Mr and Mrs smith kind of vibes
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saramelaniemoon · 1 year
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Steve wanted six little nuggets with a wife. He got six unstable kids with a dorky metalhead named Eddie.
But he doesn't complain (only occasionally)...
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Yeah sure I think its cute and funny when Robin or Eddie have to practically tell Steve that no liking both boy/girls is not straight or that no not everyone feels like a girl sometimes or don't feel like anything sometimes.
I would like to think that Steve (Stevie depending on the day) is fully aware that it's not straight to like both boys/girls or that not everyone feels like a girl or like nothing at times. Like they are fully aware of this and while yes she had a panic about it at first just accepted it and he's moved on.
I would love for Stevie to just be chilling at home one day in a skirt with her hair up and Robin just bursts through the door, as she does, and instead of Stevie immediately panicking they just smile at Robin, quit tensley, because she knows their safe with Robin. And Robin can only stare,
"Oh my God Steve why are you in a skirt!"
But not in a mean way more of a wonder or in awe way. Cause she's not sure what's going on but 'damn Steve looks great in a skirt'. And Stevie trying to play it off and be cool about it ,
"Oh I got it when I went up to Indianapolis to get Eddie his new Amp"
And Robin is still dumbfounded because
"Okay cool but WHY are you in a skirt?"
And then Stevie proceeds to explain how today she was feeling like Stevie and that they had wanted to wear their skirt.
And Robin now realizing that Stevie felt safe enough with her that they weren't immediately running scared made her start to tear up and Stevie finally starts to panic because just because in her mind the only reason Robin would be starting to cry because she disgusted or disappointed in them. Because while Robin can accept that she is bi she might not accept that they don't always have a gender or are sometimes the opposite gender.
She immediately tries apologizing saying that they'll go change and starts to walk off, before Robin finally snaps out of it and tells Stevie how proud she is of them and that she will be their bestfriend no matter what and they have nothing to apologize for.
And later on a similar thing happens with Eddie and he just smiles and from then on uses other pet names most importantly Eddies Baby Girl and Steve just lives for it because she loves that they are being called Eddie's and the baby girl just makes it even better.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 23 days
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Okay, if Steve’s the mom, then Nancy's the dad. I need to see her cracking dad jokes.
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sp0o0kylights · 1 year
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I have a warmup AU kicking around where Steve and Robin get trapped in a timeloop that resets right as the basketball game/Hellfire kickoff and anyway here's a part
Wheeler Jr yelps, sliding as a demobat swoops down and beats at him with its wings. Teeth snap close to his head, missing his ear by inches. 
He twirls, arms waving madly, until Harrington grabs him, keeping Mike's head down with one hand and jamming his nailbat toward the creature with the other. 
The two of them manage to make it into Eddie's van, half falling half jumping, Gareth and Grant slamming the door behind them as demobats dive at them. 
"Gun it!" Gareth calls and Eddie does so, the lurch sending Henderson and Jeff tumbling to the floor. 
Eddie watches in the mirror as Mike, the most antagonist of the freshman when it comes toHarrington, clings to the ex-jocks shirt for a moment.
Steve's hand has left the back of his shirt, though now Eddie can see his grip has changed to more of a tender hold on the kid. Something familiar and comforting.
"I got you." Steve says quietly and it's only because Eddie's got his attention split between him and the road that he catches it, and the way Mike presses his forehead against Steve's shoulder for a moment before finally sitting up. 
Which just confirms what Eddie already knew--for all his bluster and guff, Mike was one of Harrington's too. 
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corvus-splendens · 2 years
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Whatever 85 yr old married couple possesses Steve and Eddie every single time Dustin says something is doing god's work
"It's his tone, right?" is just Steddie for "kids these days"
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pandapetals · 2 years
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Can you write a Steve Harrington imagine where Steve with a kinda spiderman kiss where the reader is Dustin's older sister and she stands and kisses him from the backseat since Dustin stole the front-seat/ whining about their too much PDA, only to then leave Steve dazed and Dustin screaming? 
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steve harrington x fem!reader - fluff, cussing, PDA, kissing, flirting, dustin mad af. not proofread.
a/n: thank you so much for the request anon! if anyone else has some requests just shoot me a message. 
Steve pulled up outside of your house honking his horn to let you know he was there. You had been waiting by your window for him to show up. You let go of the blinds yelling, “I’m leaving mom!” As you came out of your room seeing your mother in the kitchen preparing dinner. 
“I thought you were staying for dinner.” Mrs. Henderson complained looking up at you with a scowl. 
“I told you I can’t.” You replied grabbing your purse from the counter. “I’ll be home before curfew so save me some dinner.” You gave your mom a quick kiss and hug before heading out the front door. You noticed Steve was outside his car holding the passenger door open for you with a smile. You smiled back giving a small wave as you tried to find your keys to lock the door.
Before you could close the front door, Dustin came running out of it, his backpack bouncing as he ran to Steve’s car. “Hey!” You yelled slamming the door shut and fumbling with your keys as you locked the door. There was no way Dustin was coming with you. 
“A gentlemen as always, Steve,” Dustin said sliding into the front seat as Steve looked at him confused. 
“What the hell are you doing, Henderson?” Steve asked one hand on his hip, the other still holding the door. 
“I’m getting into the car. Do I have to explain everything to you?” 
Steve groaned as you came up, “Dustin get out! You aren’t coming with us.” You argued allowing Dustin to get out of the front seat willingly before you pushed him out. 
Dustin smirked, “I’m not getting out. Let me remind you that I was friends with Steve first.” He said taking his backpack off and throwing it on the floorboard. Steve gave an annoyed look at him. “Since you two started sucking faces I barely see Steve.” 
You groaned with frustration because Dustin was annoyingly right. You felt bad that Steve and Dustin’s friendship was on the verge of failing because of you but you also wanted to spend time with your boyfriend without your annoying little brother playing the third wheel. 
“Dude, I told you we can hang out tomorrow.” Steve reminded Dustin, “Now scram!” 
Dustin put his seat belt on crossing his arms, “You said that yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and-”
“Okay, okay. We get it.” You shouted, “Fine you can come with us.” 
Steve slammed the passenger door as Dustin grinned at you both. “Someone needs to humble that kid’s ego.” He said as you laughed because Dustin definitely had an ego problem sometimes. Even though he was annoying, he was still your little brother that you loved and cared for. 
“I guess I’m stuck in the back seat.” You mumbled as Steve grabbed your hand. 
“We’ll still have fun. I promise.” Steve assured you leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. 
“Eww!” You heard Dustin scream, “NO PDA!” 
You pulled away from Steve to see Dustin sticking his head out of the window fake vomiting. “Do you have to be so dramatic?” Steve asked pulling his keys from the back pocket of his jeans. 
Dustin rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t be if you guys would stop making out in front of me!” He yelled rolling the window up as Steve sighed. You shook your head opening the back car door and sliding inside as Steve got in and started the car. “So what’s the plan? Are we going to the movies or the arcade?” Dustin asked as Steve pulled away from your house. 
“We were going to skull rock,” Steve admitted making you blush when he made eye contact with you in the rearview mirror. There was no way you were bringing Dustin to a makeout place.
“What’s that?” Dustin asked flipping the radio on. Steve shoved Dustin’s hand away as his voice blared out of the radio. “This mixtape is for you, babe. I hope you like this first song.” Dustin gasped, “You made a mixtape of love songs for my sister!” He shouted as Steve fumbled to turn the radio off. You sank into the backseat feeling hot with embarrassment. The mixtape was a cute gesture but having Dustin hear it was weird. 
“Dude, calm down.” Steve warned, “First of all you shouldn’t be touching stuff that isn’t yours. Second, yes I did. You weren’t supposed to hear the mixtape. I told you I was taking Y/N out but you insisted on coming with us.” 
Dustin huffed sinking into the seat, crossing his arms. “I just miss my friend.” 
You sat up putting a hand on Dustin’s shoulder trying to comfort him but he shrugged it off. “I’m sorry, Dustin. I didn’t realize I was taking Steve away from you.” 
“Well, you are. The guys are busy doing their only stuff so I’m stuck with Steve.” 
Steve hit the brake causing all of them to jerk forward. “Hey man! I’m a good friend to you. Don’t act like I’m your backup when you can’t hang out with Mike and them.” 
“Dustin, I know you're upset but that was too far.” You said rubbing your head from the whiplash you felt. Dustin sighed apologizing to Steve who also apologized for not being there for Dustin like he use to. Steve was trying his best to juggle work and his social life so if it meant spending less time with kids that was fine by him. Dustin had a special place in his heart though and he felt bad about it.
“So what’s the plan?” You asked moving over to sit in the middle of the backseat hoping Steve didn’t break unexpectedly since you weren’t wearing a seat belt.
“Well since we have a third wheel tagging along, why don’t we ask him what he wants to do,” Steve suggested meeting your eye in the rearview mirror again. You smiled at him coming up with a plan. Maybe if you annoyed Dustin enough, he would want to go home leaving you and Steve alone. 
Dustin rolled his eyes, “Steve, I’m right here.” He pointed out, “Why don’t we go to the arcade?” He suggested looking back at you for confirmation. 
You shrugged, “I guess.” 
Dustin sighed, “Yes or no? The arcade is probably the best thing to do in Hawkins.”
“Okay Henderson, don’t get your panties in a twist. We’ll go to the arcade.” Steve replied taking the cassette out and switching the radio on to prevent any more conversation. You used this to your advantage to annoy Dustin however you could. You hummed loudly leaning near his ear whenever he wasn’t looking or flicking the back of his neck until he screamed for you to stop. 
“Cut it out, Jesus H. Christ,” Dustin yelled over the music turning to flip you off. 
You ignored him leaning closer to Steve to kiss his cheek. Steve smirked seeing the disgusting face Dustin made. “You guys made me sick.” You laughed as Steve pulled up in front of the arcade. It was busy with kids running in and out of the front door screaming and yelling. This was not the place you wanted to spend your Saturday night. 
You needed something to push Dustin over the edge. As Dustin grabbed his backpack, you stood up as much as you could and leaned over the side of the front seat. Steve looked over in surprise, “Hey stranger.” You joked, pressing your lips to his. 
Dustin screamed causing Steve to pull away. You turned to see Dustin’s angry face glaring at you. “Sorry, Henderson. I didn’t know she was going to do that.” Steve said sounding a bit breathless. Dustin rolled his eyes opening the car door. 
“You guys suck! You can’t stop sucking face for like one minute!” He yelled throwing his backpack over his shoulder. 
“Technically, we haven’t sucked face since we got in the car.” You pointed out causing Dustin to slam the door. “I’m right!” You yelled as Dustin stormed off into the arcade. Steve sighed turning to look at you. “What? I was right.”
“You totally are right.” Steve agreed, “But I don’t think we should leave him here alone.” 
You nodded, “Yeah, as much as I would love to suck your face. I think we should stay. I’m sure Dustin would appreciate it.”
Steve laughed, “Come here.” He said as you leaned in brushing your nose against his. “We can go inside in a minute.” He whispered as he closed the distance between you, his soft lips gently caressing yours. You smiled against him in agreement.
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Have Kids They Said
(1989)
After spending most of their adolescences trying to survive and saving the world a handful of times the not so young anymore kids decided that it was time to blow off some steam, and for once in their lives at least act their ages, even if it was only for one night.
“I don’t know Mike, this seems pretty risky and besides since when are we the type to go school parties?” Will asked cautiously, opening up the discussion to the rest of the party.
“Can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Wheeler. Look we’re seventeen now why shouldn’t we do something fun and stupid?” Max added.
“Okay sure, but what about our parents? There’s no way we’d be able to to convince them to let us go, especially after all the lies we had to tell over the years about where we were during actual super dangerous situations,” Lucas pointed out.
“Yes, I agree with Lucas. Hop and Joyce would not be happy,” El nodded, looking over to Will. 
“Guys, guys! I think we are forgetting our best alibi,” Dustin smirks arrogantly waiting for the rest of his friends to catch his drift. He sighs when no one knows what the hell he was talking about. “Steve and Eddie guys come on!”
They spent the rest of the night coming up with a fool proof plan. There was still a lot of doubt about this working between Will and El especially. Mike, Dustin, and Max were doing their very best to persuade their friends that this was a good idea.
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Steve and Eddie had began officially dating after two years of mutual pining. The first year was mostly dealing with Vecna, hospitals, and recovery, all while dealing with unspoken feelings for one another and eventually falling in love. But here they stood in spite of everything. The two men were able to overcome their pasts and expectations put upon them, and fully commit to each other, and they’d tell you that they’ve never been happier.
Tonight was important to the couple. It was their first anniversary of living together, and Steve was putting in so much work to surprise Eddie with a romantic night alone at their apartment. 
After convincing Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin to not put their lives on hold and actually go to college, while the two stayed behind to make sure the kids were alright, Steve and Eddie had been a little burnt out between their day jobs and coparenting seven teenagers. Steve knew that this night was what they desperately needed in order to relax and spend some romantic, intimate time together. No kids, no monsters, just him and his hot boyfriend.
While Eddie was at work at the library, Steve had a day off from Family Video and was thankfully caught up on his community college work for the week. So he spent his free time running to the market, deep cleaning the apartment, and making dinner the best he could manage for their date. Steve wasn’t the best cook but he was getting better every day. He decided that the most romantic meal he could manage was chicken parm. Was it the most romantic? Probably not, but it was best option, and coincidentally one of Eddie’s favorites. All to be paired with Melvald’s finest selection of boxed red wine. He found some dinner table candles in a random box in storage full of miscellaneous shit he packed angrily when he finally decided to get of his parents shell of a house. 
Now to get himself ready. He styled his hair a little more carefully than usual as if that was remotely possible. Shuffling through his dresser to find those jeans that are a tad too snug just because he knows it drives his boyfriend crazy, pulling them on and smirking to himself. The top didn’t really matter so Steve just grabbed whatever dark green sweater was on top. Finally everything was ready. Steve gave himself one last look over with a smug look on his face, and went to the kitchen just to make sure the food was staying warm without drying out or overcooking. 
***
Steve was humming along to a tape labeled The Munsonington Anti Divorce Album with music they could both agree on and not want to rip the other to shreds while listening together. In the middle of the fourth song the front door swings open, “Stevie!” Eddie calls out before spotting his boyfriend in the kitchen. 
The older man shrugs his jacket off, and toes off his heavy boots leaving them by the door making his way to meet Steve who was standing, back turned while he plated their dinner. Eddie’s arms wrap around Steve’s middle, and no matter how long they're together Steve’s stomach will always flutter at Eddie’s touch. The metalhead gets close to Steve’s ear and practically purrs, “Hey baby, I’ve missed you today. Dinner looks great, but oh Stevie your ass, your ass is a work of art.”
“Jesus Eds. Listen you eat your dinner like a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you have dessert,” Steve’s blush betrays his mock annoyed eye roll.
“Oh yeah? That’s funny usually you’re my good boy” Eddie plants a kiss Steve’s crimson cheek, “And what’s for dessert anyways, Steve a la mode?” He wiggles his eye brows seductively, as he turns his partner to face him.
Rather than dignify the lewd question with a response, Steve plants a teasing kiss on the surprised man’s face, pulling away far too soon much to Eddie’s dismay. “Dinner is going to get cold,” He whispers against Eddie’s lips, smiling as he grabs both of their plates and makes his way to the romantically decorated table.
After regaining his composure Eddie follows his love. Throughout dinner he can’t help but think how fucking lucky he is. Barely three years ago, he was bleeding out from the demobat bites, thinking he was going to die before he could figure out these intense feeling he was starting to have towards Steve Harrington of all people. And now he gets to call this person his boyfriend? It wasn’t supposed to work like this. People like Eddie didn’t get to love the high school prom king, more importantly though he wasn’t supposed to have said love reciprocated in anyway. 
For the last six years Steve’s life has consisted of world ending supernatural occurrences and recovering from those same occurrences. Yet he would do it all over again because they lead him to family, best friend, and soulmate. His chosen family, that Steve would die to protect every single time, and has more than proven that fact. That being said the kids were older and needed him less and less as time goes on, the friends his age were away living their own lives. He liked to joke with Joyce that soon they would both be empty nesters. Even though he joked and made light of the situation it had been a huge transition for the overprotective babysitter. With Eddie’s help Steve was able to start relaxing and taking more time to fulfill his own needs and wants. Hence this very intimate night he painstakingly planned for him and his love.
***
The mess on the table was hastily abandoned, as soon as they stood Eddie closed in on his boyfriend his ring covered hands immediately grabbed ahold of Steve’s hair, pulling them together and connecting their mouths. Steve let out an involuntary groan, and picked the older man up. Eddie got the hint and secured his place by wrapping his legs around Steve’s lower back, never breaking their kiss. He gets carried to the sofa, Steve reluctantly pulls back, eyes shining as he takes in the flushed face of his boyfriend, “I’m so fucking in love with you Bambi.” Eddie responds with a small smile, brushing a few strands of hair behind Steve’s ear, his mouth opens to speak but it gets cut off by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. This time the groan Steve lets out is far less sexy and way more annoyed, “Do not fucking move Munson, I’ll be right back.”
“As you wish Stevie.” Eddie said breathily but still sending a cheeky wink as Steve rushes to the answer phone.
Eddie was listening to the one sided conversation and was immediately confused and worried, “Munsonington residence, Steve speaking. Oh hi Mrs. Henderson! Right sorry, Hello Claudia. Ummm he’s actually in the bathroom at the moment. Yes of course I’ll pass it along. Do you want me to have him call you back at all? Haha alright, yes you have a goodnight too. We will, thank you!” 
As the dial tone comes on Steve slams the phone back in the receiver, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Steve what was that, what’s going on?” Eddie asked panicked.
“Dustin told his mom that he was here with all the other kids.” Steve’s tone was cold and deadly. He rubs his face hard before coming up with a plan.
“Oh my god, could it be upside down related? What do we do?”
“No baby, it’s nothing like that, or else they would’ve come here first and it wouldn’t have been a lie to their folks. I have to go out looking for them though, before they do something dumb.” His voice thick with anger.
“No way Steve, you are way too mad to be driving, besides we have to return them alive, and I don’t trust not to strangle the life out of Dustin right now. So I’ll go out and look, while you stay here just in case they actually come around.
Steve lets out a shaky breath and nods in agreement, his face beet red, “Okay, okay you’re right. Be safe I love you, get them home baby.”
“Aye aye cap’n,’ Eddie mock saluted his boyfriend, before planting a chaste kiss on his lips, ‘Love you more sunshine.”
Grabbing his jacket, and van keys Eddie was once again out the door. His mind was racing, although now less anxious about it being another world ending disaster, still no one knowing where the kids were was a big fucking deal. He drove by all the normal stomping grounds, the arcade, the diner, hell he even drove by the school just in case. Then in the dark of night he spotted bright red hair on a road a few blocks away from the Wheeler’s house, the van’s headlights illuminating that is was indeed his ragtag group of formally good kids. 
Eddie pulls over, rolling down the passenger window, “Get in gremlins mom’s not happy.
***
The kids were drunk, well Mike and Dustin were drunk, Max and Lucas were barely tipsy, and the wonder twins were sober. When Max realized how drunk Mike and Dustin actually were, she took over as party leader and dragged them all out of the party. 
The drunkards were arguing  about nonsense, loudly slurring about some fantasy movie that even Will and Lucas couldn’t figure out what they were even referencing. Max and Lucas were in charge of Dustin, while Will and El handled a very difficult Mike. The plan of action was to sneak into Mike’s basement, and pretend to had left Steve and Eddie’s place early that morning. Well that was the plan until a familiar van pulled up next to them. They were so screwed.
***
Steve angrily cleaned the apartment, muttering to himself about always being the god damn babysitter, when the front door opened. He took one look at the group rolled his eyes, hands on his hips about to give his best mom lecture, but was cut off before he could even.
“Okay kids, mom and dad are going to bed, you know where everything is. We will talk about this in the morning so don’t get any ideas,” The metalhead spoke calmly to their adopted nuisances.
Steve was about to protest but Eddie just gently grabbed his arm and lead him to their bedroom. Once they were in the quiet of their room Eddie began to explain the situation. He gave Steve the important parts, and made sure to give credit to the ones who were at least semi responsible. It took a bit but eventually Steve was able to calm down, and he turned to wrap his arms around Eddie, pulling him close and breathing in the smell of his boyfriend’s hair.
A whisper of a voice hit Eddie’s ear, “I’m sorry I overreacted.”
Eddie let out a small chuckle turning so he could look Steve in the eyes and gently cup his face, “Oh sweetheart I promise you didn’t overreact, I just wanted to give them the night to sober up before I sic you on them in the morning. We didn’t have parents who cared where the hell we were and what we were up to so we are going to show our problem children just how much we care when you give your little speech.”
Steve let out a laugh the rest of the tension he was holding finally leaving his body. The boys tangled all of their limbs together and fell asleep peacefully.
Just as the sun was rising, Steve started the vacuum because he was petty, and it was his house despite the gaggle of children inhabiting his living room. But he wasn’t a monster so he also grabbed a bunch of water and painkillers before he started in on his kids. The lecture went down in history as Steve’s best, and scariest. From now on they told Eddie and Steve where they were going even if they couldn’t tell their actual parents.
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Mike: Are you dating my Dungeon Master?!
Steve: Yes, and?
Mike: This is worst then when you dated my sister!!
Eddie: Wheeler, don't yell at your Mother-
Mike:*Screams*
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