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Haddie Harrington Pt. 10

The BMW would have looked out of place in the driveway of the little chateau save for the way it was worn, the once shining maroon paint now marked with age and dust and just enough scratches to look lived in.

“It’ll be quick, I promise.” You didn’t need reassurance, but thats what Steve’s words did anyway. Once the door was unlocked, you were met with the smell of cleaning supplies and Steve’s earthy cologne, the hysterical wailing of Haddie, and the frantic rambling of Robin.

“Thank God you're here, I’ve tried everything, she won’t listen to me, she doesn’t like the voices I did, she’s been crying for you-”

“Robin, alright, alright, calm down… a minute, two tops.” He smiled back at you before slipping into her pink bedroom, hearing the faint hint of his high-pitched voice trying to lure Haddie back to sleep.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I wanted to be able to handle it, for me, for you, but I just, kids are used to routine and she doesn’t know me well enough yet and I don’t know her and what she likes… and maybe she doesn’t like me at all-”

“Robin, Robin, Robin. It’s fine. It’s alright.”

“But your date was ruined…”

“No it wasn’t. It’s just starting…” you smiled, taking the solitude you found yourself in making yourself feel at home.

The house itself was a stark contrast to Steve’s childhood home, this one small but perfectly lived in with stuffed animals littering the couch, a mess of papers on the kitchen counter, boots and shoes spilling over in the mud room, and candid family pictures on almost every free shelf and surface. Hanging back as Steve soothed Haddie back to sleep, the pictures were under your scrutinizing gaze; a baby picture of Haddie, a picture of Steve and Haddie with matching sunglasses at the beach and a shirt that reads “My First Beach Day,” another picture of a house that must have been his home before this one, painted blue with butter yellow shutters, and finally, a picture of Steve with a younger Haddie on his shoulders, and a beautiful blonde woman with Haddie’s eyes standing next to him, looking at them both with love and mountain and adventure behind her.

Is that her? You asked yourself, already knowing the answer.

Haddie’s mom.

She was stunning, so at ease and beautiful without trying to be. Where you should have felt jealousy, anger perhaps, all you felt was happiness for him. This picture was shiny and new and hope captured behind a camera lens, proof that Steve had successfully moved on and made a life for himself despite all the shortcomings he’d just shared with you. Whether he had fully forgiven himself or not, he had moved on. The Steve smiling in that picture surrounded by two beautiful women? That Steve could feel truly loved. He was deserving of love, worthy of her love, and the happiest version of himself.

What happened?

Not realizing you’d even picked up the photo to examine it closer, Robin’s voice startled you to the point of nearly letting it fall from your hands.

“Robin,” you gasped, fumbling to put the picture back on the mantle with the others. You regained your breath, a quiet look passing between you two, sad and sympathetic and all but saying everything you couldn’t bring yourself to. There was something too intimate about stepping into Steve’s life again after five years, and something even more intimate stepping into the place he had worked so hard to call home for his family.

Suddenly it was all too much. The house was beautiful but small, the four walls around you starting to press in on you. The house was too small because it was already too full, unable to allow someone else to move into the space, his space.

The world went quiet, quiet enough to hear the faint whispers down the hall, Haddie’s little voice sounding excited that you were here, quietly asking Steve if you could read her to bed because she loved the voices you made.

Suddenly it was all too much. The idea of playing house in a home that wasn’t yours, sliding into a position that wasn’t yours, into a role that would always belong to someone else. Not only were the walls pressing in around you, they were sucking the air out of the room, leaving you lightheaded and fighting for air.

“Y/N?”

The world stopped, the pictures on the mantle blurs of color. Haddie’s door down the hallway opened with a slight squeak of its hinges, the sound of Steve’s heavy tred coming down the hall, accompanied by Haddie’s.

“I’m sorry.” It came out in a whisper, eyes glued to Robin, hoping she’d understand all that you wanted to be able to say before you pushed past Robin back out into the driveway, the chilly Hawkins air hitting you in the face like the reality check you needed.

Suddenly, your world was upside down. Left was right, right was wrong, and Steve was the one you loved, the one you always loved, and now that you knew he loved you back, you couldn’t do it. Couldn’t find it in you to stay with a man who looked the same, sounded the same, but wasn’t the same at all. He was grown, he had moved on, he knew what love was really supposed to feel like. And who were you to measure up to it now?

What had you done in all that time, years since he’d left you behind? You never left, you never got to see the world, hoping there was still something better out there for you than this. You walked the same streets day in and day out, hung out with the same people you did back in high school, you forgot what it was like to live. And now that you felt alive again, it was too scary.

“Y/N, wait!” Not noticing how far your legs had already taken you, you stopped in the middle of the quiet suburban road, not sure who was speaking to you.

“I can’t do it Robin. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t be with him. I’m not supposed to be with him. He’s supposed to be with her, Haddie’s mom. I’m just… I’m just a dream he’s chasing. A dream that’s going to led them both to heartbreak. I can’t… I can’t…” It was difficult to find the words because there were simply none to express the overwhelming feeling carving its way into your chest.

The next thing Robin said- Robin, normally known as the one to ramble more than you- was simple and the only thing you needed to hear. “Your feelings are getting a little too big so your just going to run away? That doesn’t seem like you.”

Running away hadn’t seemed like the kind of thing Steve would have done either, but he did. And that had changed everything.

“I… I need some time to think. Tell him,” you swallowed hard, “tell him I’m sorry and I’ll see him soon, yeah?”

“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

“Because I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I see him right now.”

“Like what? What would you say to him? Say it to me.”

Robin watched you pacing in the shadow of the streetlamps while the rest of the world slept.

“I’d, I’d, I’d say I forgive him. I forgive him for everything that he did and didn’t do. That I forgive him for leaving but it was still the hardest 5 year never hearing his voice, and it sounds better than it’s ever sounded before. I never left home but it never felt like home until he was back. Hawkins was never the same without him, I was never the same without him. My heart was never the same without him, it was broken and shattered and in the few weeks that he came back, he peiced it back together to something that feels. And I’m afraid if I went back right now and told him all that, I’d be with him the way I ached to be with him when I was 18, but we’re not 18 anymore, and I can’t say or do any of that in case too much has changed and my 18 year-old heart isn’t enough for his 25 year-old one. I’m not even scared he won’t live up to my expectations because… because I know he would, I’m scared I won’t live up to his. What if I can’t replace the woman he loved?” Silence. Eerie silence, the silence of the world asleep and the silence of them listening enveloped you until it was deafening. “What?”

Robin just shook her head at you, waiting until you turned and locked eyes with the very man you were talking about.

“Steve,” it come out as a gasp, perhaps shocked that he was there, or relieved that he had heard it and- was he smiling?

“I’ve got that drink ready inside, if you want.”

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my level of fanfiction productivity ranges from “typing 20,000 words over the span of 3 days” or “opening a document and staring at it for a year without typing anything at all.” there is no middle ground.

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part 10 dropping tomorrow, wrapping up with a part 11 soon ❤️

Haddie Harrington Pt. 9

“I… Steve, I had no idea.” You said, exasperation laced in your voice. Your coffee was cold, halfway gone, and somewhat forgotten as he finished telling his side of the story. Your hand had that precarious way of finding his again, having sought it out for comfort- his or yours, or this time perhaps both- and still, your fingers were interwoven, locked, with no sense of urgency to pull away.

“It’s ok, you couldn’t have.” He shrugged, all nonchalant like he didn’t care when in actuality he cared so much that thinking about it made his stomach twist into knots. Even with your sincere, genuine reaction- though shocked you were, quietly taking in the news- he felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach. Almost like he was breaking his promise to you again. “I didn’t leave because I wanted to leave you, any of you, I wanted to leave this place… this… hell hole. Literally. I finally had one thing too many taken away from me, I thought maybe by leaving I wouldn’t lose anything else, but I was wrong.”

His mug now sat untouched too, his free hand flexing and unflexing in a fist against the tight fabric of his trousers on his thigh. The other rested comfortably in yours, and though you couldn’t see it, you could always read Steve Harrington like a book.

Your brows knit together, worry lines he wished to reach over and brush away with the pad of his thumb.

“What is it?”

“I just don’t understand how you think you lost me…” Though it was daring to assume that’s what he had meant, the way he slowly iced you out when he was gone from Hawkins, the way his eye had barely met yours as he explained it all. Painful enough to relive it twice, it was painful to have to feel like you were losing everything for a second time.

You found yourself being pulled back into his orbit, sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for his response. It was like you two were teenagers again, no one else around you mattered, certainly not the other lone couple in the low-lit cafe and the less-than-pleased worker behind the counter who was ready to close up for the night.

He sighed. Maybe it was better this way, you not wholly remembering how he had broken your heart, having to break his own in turn to do the heroic thing, crumbling under the stressors of everything you’d been plagued with.

“Remember what I told you before we split up?” He asked. Of course you remembered, suddenly he felt like the old Steve, stupid for asking a question he already knew the answer to. But this new Steve, he went on slowly, hoping to ease you back into that day, reliving that moment, filling in gaps that he feared you might still have from it. Gaps that he knew could reopen old wounds. Wounds you never had. His fears were confirmed by the confused look on your face.

“Before we split up? Yeah, yeah you told me…”

“I promise I’ll come back for you.”

“Don’t go doing anything stupid Steve.”

“You mean like jump into a lake looking for another portal to hell? Too late, already did.”

Now wasn’t a time for flirting, but as Robin and your other friends so obviously liked to point out, there was never a time where you and Steve weren’t flirting. Your love for him went deeper than a few funny, flirty exchanges and questionable touches; you loved his heart, his flaws, the skeletons in his closet. You knew him inside and out and still you loved him unconditionally. And you were sure he harboed at least some of the same feelings based on the way he always offered a home and a shoulder to cry on when you were upset, how he always forgave you when you weren’t at your best.

It was something that always existed among you two, among the party, written in the stars, confirmed by drunken make-outs that were waved off as mistakes. It always existed but it was never talked about. That’s just the way it was. Until now.

The sun had set, Hawkins nearly asleep, flashlights aglow, everyone cast in blue lights huddled around the stolen Winnebago going over the plan one final time before splitting up.

You’ll never forget the staleness in the air, the tingling feeling of something so amazing about to happen, something life changing. It was adrenaline mixed with fear, paranoia, and a dash of excitement. You were positive you were all viably insane for what you were about to do.

The stares from Steve didn’t help to ease any tension, only made it worse because you weren’t going with him and the other older teens into the Upside down. You were staying as the “adult” on ground, on the other side, much to his displeasure.

So when the everything was solidided and everyone was beginning to go their separate ways, a light tug of your wrist had your back pushed up against the trailer, Steve’s chest and height hovering over you, both of you protected under the disguise of darkness.

“You know there’s still time, Nance can stay back-”

“Steve, she’s already prepared with her rifle,” you laughed.

“Ok, so how about Robin…”

“You know she’s a clutz, you’ll have to watch over her down there and she’d be even more frantic up here on her own with the kids…” Even now she was pacing nervously, mouth moving a mile a minute going over the plan again and again with Nancy and Eddie and Dustin. Just as Steve was going to protest again, you clamed him with a warm hand prest to his chest. Over his heart. “It’s alright. It’s won’t be that long. You protect them down there, I’ll protect these ruggrats up here, and then we’ll put our monster hunting days behind us.” Laughing again, a nervous tick to find humor in the darkest of times, a poor attempt at lightening the mood, Steve’s face was a bundle of nerves. So unlike the hero you knew him to be.

“I wouldn’t forget myself if you got hurt.”

“Steve, I’ll be ok… you can’t always protect me.”

“But I want to. I wish I could because… because I couldn’t live with myself in anything happened to you.”

“Steve…”

“Y/N, I love you.”

You swore he was saying it because of the adrenaline, but the look in his eyes suggested anything but.

“You do?”

Without another word, he leaned into your pace, taking all the air from you as his lips crashed against yours. Hot, desparate, needy, saying everything he wanted to.

“Steve… now is probably not the best time to confess your love for me,” you said, voice just a whisper against his lips.

“No? If not at the end of the world, when?”

“Not whe I’m vulnerable,” you pushed against his chest, trying to clear your head, trying to turn from him and the reality settling around you at his confession and what lie ahead, but in the heat of the moment all you found yourself doing was pulling him back into your space the fabric of his shirt, lips slow and meaningful.

“I love you too Steve Harrington.”

“Come with me.” He pleaded one last time. He begged. Your heart broke. You wanted to be with him, to protect him just as much as he wanted to protect you. The feeling was mutual. But…

“I can’t. I’ve promised them, Steve. Max is scared as hell, Lucas and Erica they’re just kids, I can’t let them do this alone.”

And though he wanted to, there was nothing he could say to convince you. Because he knew deep down, you were right.

“I know, I know,” he assured you, comforting kisses pressed against your temple because with tears setting on his lashline, he couldn’t bare to look down at you too, eyes like his.

“I’m coming back for you.” You nodded? Burrowing your head into his chest and taking in the feel of him, the taste of his lips, his woodsy signature smell for the first, and hopefully not the last time,

“We’ll be ok. Promise me, we’ll all be ok?”

You felt sickness creeping upon you as the final moments with him tick, tick, ticked away.

“I promise. I promise we’ll be ok, I promise I’ll be safe. I promise I’ll come back for you.”

Everyone was not ok, but there was too much going on around you to realize- or even care- that already one of Steve’s promises to you was broken. In reality, you never believed him to keep them, it was enough that he said it so surely in the moment to keep your bones from shaking under the pressure of the fire coming battle. His words, so strong and sure like he was? We’re enough to get you through the dark night.

But the hiccup in your plan stood in front of you in a Hawkins’ green and gold letterman jacket, not unlike the one Steve used to wear before you were… whatever you eere, when you were just another admirer from afar.

You all seemed to be the target of his revenge story, Lucas at the center of it with a bullseye on his chest. And that’s why you were here, shoving Lucas behind you to keep eyes on Max.

“Jason… you don’t want to do this…”

Rage filled his eyes. He looked through you, gun still held high and straight

“Jason… Jason, listen to me. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault, it wasn’t Lucas’s there’s-“ you wanted to tell him the truth but there were two used with that 1) he would never believe it and 2) it was already too late.

He wasn’t going to listen to you, a measly obstacle in his way. He clicked the safety on the gun, pointed at you before shifting its sun at Lucas. You wouldn’t stand for it, lunging at Jason and nearly knocking him to the ground, the gun slightly out of both your reaches.

“Where’s your boy Harrington? Shouldn’t he be here?”

“Steve’s got more important things to deal with right now than your sorry ass.”

It was the attitude that probably out did him in, kicks and punches knocking you off your feet. Aches and pains like you never felt, leaving your vision blurry and nothing but white light towards the end. You fought back as hard as you could yet slowly the energy drained from you to the point where you could only sit against the wall and watch. It finally stopped when Max seemed to hang in the air, knowing one way or another, especially in your condition, now there was nothing you could do for your friends. And one way or another, it was all coming to an end.

“You know Steve, in those moments leading up until you came, I thought there was a chance you weren’t… you weren’t going to make it. And I didn’t want to have to face my failure either; I didn’t keep those kids safe. I wish I could have… but… but it was you showing up that made me find what little I had left to fight on.”

“I never should have left you alone. I should have been with you.”

“Should have, would have, could have. It’s over. It’s the last. Doesn’t still really explain why you left…”

“I froze Y/N. I was so close to losing you, and I had just gotten you, we’d just professed our love. And I.. I promised you the world, I wanted to be able to promise you the world but I failed you… I couldn’t deal with that for the rest of my life. I guess it was easier to leave than disappoint you every day.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, the taste of coffee lingering there, and the reminiscent flavor of Steve’s too sweet chapstick, you fought back tears. Wrestling with yourself about the next words you were about to say.

“Steve, I was never disappointed-“

The lights were dim, the music was soft, barely playing over the speakers now, the girl behind the counter wiping away the day's work with a sigh, and something started beeping. Loudly.

“Would… would you hold that thought for just a second?” He fumbled with something on the wristband of his trousers, finally stopping the beeping as he read the pager before the air spring you two was filled with the scraping of his chair against hardwood. Those worry lines you knew all too well set themselves between his big town eyes, and you nearly reached out to rub them away before thinking better of it. “I’ve got to take this.”

You smiled, a forced wide smile, as he exited in a hurry, leaving you alone to finish your thoughts.

I was never disappointed… until the day you left.

But you thought better of finishing it when he returned to the table, what felt like ten minutes or more later, and it was obvious something was wrong as he was aligning on his jacket.

And suddenly it wasn’t just two teenagers reliving their tragic love story, but a man, a father worried about his daughter and the friend he was on a date with, unsure if there’d be another one.

“Robin called and said Haddie’s having a tantrum. Like throwing books, stomping feet, wailing, type of tantrum because she didn’t tuck her in right and she won’t do the voices in the story like I do so she can’t go to sleep… and uh, I’m sorry. I interrupted you. Care to finish this over a drink? At my place? Come with me, it’ll be quick to settle her, Robin could probably use some reassurance too..”

“Steve Harrington, you just don’t want the night to end, do you?” You didn’t even hesitate. King Steve would have asked to take you home for one thing and one thing only, but by the face of the worker it seemed your time here was up anyway.

“Not if I can help it.” He smirked, the tone and air about you two light again.

You were happy for the break in conversation, there wasn’t much more that could be said, there was nothing left you wanted to relieve from the summer of 1986. You’d gotten your answer; written on his face, written in the stars, confirmed by his hand in yours leading you to the parking lot and him holding the BMW door open for you like old times.

He’d left because he needed to. He left with good intentions. He left because he thought it’d hurt him, and you, less than him staying ever could.

And maybe you’d soon see that he was right. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Distance gives people time to grow.

And this Steve Harrington, the version you got to see spring into action that night with his daughter, was the one you were happy to have waited for.

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peakyblinders1919 · 10 months

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will I write smut on the way to disney? probably.

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i saw that you were asking for some dad requests and i was thinking maybe dad!john just being domestic with his kids and wife

“Daddy home!”

You were quite used to the incoherent babbles of your youngest, if not on your hip then she was always close by. Currently, she was in the high chair smearing some kind of berry puree over her face, your back to her as you slaved over the sauce for dinner. It was harder work than you remembered, actually, it had always been hard work, at one point in time you were just more used to it. Part of you, the part that was a bit sweaty from the heat of the burner, or maybe the part that could only mumble at Lucy’s words, not giving her your proper attention, it was those parts combined that made you regret dismissing the cook and the maid earlier this week. It was just easy to keep your mind busy when you literally had your hands full.

“I told you sweetheart, Daddy will be home soon. Not too long now, four more days.” You weren’t ashamed to admit to counting down the days until your husband’s return, not to the 2 year-old at least. Some of the others were old enough to know, and everyone in the household was old enough now to miss John when he was away on these “required” trips. You suggested the others play outside, figuring the sun and the distraction would do them all some good. Which it did, taking a peak out the window about the sink to see George, Peter, and William chasing after their big sister through the fields to the side of the house. The only bad thing about your motherly suggestion was that it left the house quiet.

Too quiet.

You were glad for Lucy’s babblings, however incoherent.

“Daddy home! Daddy home! See Daddy.”

“Yes baby, soon.”

“Not soon enough, aye?” It was the familiar smell of tobacco that made you stop in your tracks, but it was the Brummie accent that nearly brought happy tears to your eyes before even trying towards the door. The kids’ giggled with excitement by his side, nearly hanging on him, more excited to see him than you were.

“John Shelby, what is the meaning of this?” Shock, excitement, and faux annoyance folded onto your features, hands on your hips as you looked at him. Though, the longer you looked at him, the quicker you wanted him in your space again, breathing your air, taking it away from you in the style of a kiss.

“Can’t a man surprise his wife and family?” His voice reflected your annoyance, though his was rooted in his surprise not being appreciated when it was far from the truth.

You thought about hitting him with a quick-witted quip, but decided better of it, not wanting your first time in two weeks being make-up sex.

“Absolutely.” You smiled, walking towards him and finally settling against him, feeling every ounce of tension leave you when his arms wrapped strongly around your frame. “You can surprise us any day.” A kiss to your temple his only reply until you finally unburied your head from his chest so he could kiss you properly.

All the kids cringed. All for Lucy, who clapped and holster, proud of herself for announcing his return.

So much time and yet so little had passed, but John missed you. Missed you more than you could know, though you had the slightest suspicion because of the way he looked at you when he stepped in, and the way he continued looking at you now. Eyes dark with lust and desire and hunger for you and only you.

“Daaaaadd…” Katie whined, pulling at his arm for some of his attention.

It was hard for him to take his eyes off you.

“Right,” he cleared his throat, “speaking of surprises. You lot didn’t think Dad’d come ‘one empty handed, did ya?”

The next few minutes we’re like Christmas- special candies for the boys, a silk skirt for Katie, a pair of booties for Lucy, “and yours you’ll have to wait to use in the bedroom later,” he whispered in your ear. Slapping his chest, though his humor might not have been missed, or his inappropriate innuendos, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You couldn’t resist kissing him again, his lips tasting even better than you imagined, better than you remembered. You lost yourself in his lips, their softness, their gentleness, the way they knew exactly when to push and yours pull and vice versa, moving in synchronicity that can only be due to years of exploring each other. You only knew you’d both gotten over zealous when the kids began their teasingly disgusted sounds, and it wasn’t due to the candy they’d devoured.

“Well, now that Dad’s back, it’s his turn to tuck everyone in and read them to bed,” you declared with a devilish grin his way, the kids cheering, practically racing upstairs to change into their nightgowns. Your stories just weren’t as interesting (which also meant they were more effective at sending them to sleep).

“And while you do that, I’ll be in our room… unwrapping that present of yours. I think I have a little surprise of my own for you.”

And you swore you’d never seen John Shelby blush, not that you could remember anyway.

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Hello! I am rewatching Stranger Things for no reason and took on reading Steve imagines and oh was I surprised to realise one of my fav Peaky Blinders blogs back in the days was posting some??? Your Haddie Harrington story is so soft to read, I really enjoyed it! And as I was listening to Sunset by Caroline Polachek today, it made me think of Steve's relationship with the reader on sooo many levels - it's about loosing innocence together but finding each other again and finding warmth in each other - if you wanna give it a listen! xx

I am sorry I never say this before I dropped but this is SOO SWEEET!!!! I will definitely give it a listen and maybe even finish Haddie Harrington, boy did I have plans for that way back when

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I am BEGGING for some blurbs to get the ideas flowing. I want back in. I know it'll be hard because I was MIA for a long time but I'd love to talk with yall, get some ideas going. MAYBE I'd consider writing for some of the men of, dare I say... BRIDGERTON? ( I know I'm far behind, but I just finished Bridgerton season 2 and am currently working on binging Charlotte)

Idk send me questions and ideas

Listen, I know it's late but I'm having a moment again where I want to write and would be open to mini blurb ideas for any peaky men (though I am quite out of practice) or steve Harrington if you're a stranger things fan

#peaky blinders #stranger things #bridgerton

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peakyblinders1919 · 10 months

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If you love Steve Harrington and Summer, read this!!

Meet Me In The Afterglow

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO TEASERS

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Hey! I used to love ur peaky writings but I’ve not been on tumblr for a while until now. But i wanted to ask if you’ve deleted your past peaky writings? I’m not sure if it’s my app that broken not showing it or if you’ve deleted it which is totally fine if u have! 🫶🏼

Hey!! Welcome back!! i have not deleted them so I'm not sure why you can't find them, unless it was a specific one that may have been flagged and hidden by tumblr, that happened to a couple

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Haddie Harrington Pt. 9

Your brows knit together, worry lines he wished to reach over and brush away with the pad of his thumb.

“What is it?”

“Before we split up? Yeah, yeah you told me…”

“I promise I’ll come back for you.”

“Don’t go doing anything stupid Steve.”

“You mean like jump into a lake looking for another portal to hell? Too late, already did.”

The sun had set, Hawkins nearly asleep, flashlights aglow, everyone cast in blue lights huddled around the stolen Winnebago going over the plan one final time before splitting up.

“You know there’s still time, Nance can stay back-”

“Steve, she’s already prepared with her rifle,” you laughed.

“Ok, so how about Robin…”

“I wouldn’t forget myself if you got hurt.”

“Steve, I’ll be ok… you can’t always protect me.”

“But I want to. I wish I could because… because I couldn’t live with myself in anything happened to you.”

“Steve…”

“Y/N, I love you.”

You swore he was saying it because of the adrenaline, but the look in his eyes suggested anything but.

“You do?”

Without another word, he leaned into your pace, taking all the air from you as his lips crashed against yours. Hot, desparate, needy, saying everything he wanted to.

“Steve… now is probably not the best time to confess your love for me,” you said, voice just a whisper against his lips.

“No? If not at the end of the world, when?”

“I love you too Steve Harrington.”

“Come with me.” He pleaded one last time. He begged. Your heart broke. You wanted to be with him, to protect him just as much as he wanted to protect you. The feeling was mutual. But…

“I can’t. I’ve promised them, Steve. Max is scared as hell, Lucas and Erica they’re just kids, I can’t let them do this alone.”

And though he wanted to, there was nothing he could say to convince you. Because he knew deep down, you were right.

“I know, I know,” he assured you, comforting kisses pressed against your temple because with tears setting on his lashline, he couldn’t bare to look down at you too, eyes like his.

“We’ll be ok. Promise me, we’ll all be ok?”

You felt sickness creeping upon you as the final moments with him tick, tick, ticked away.

“I promise. I promise we’ll be ok, I promise I’ll be safe. I promise I’ll come back for you.”

You all seemed to be the target of his revenge story, Lucas at the center of it with a bullseye on his chest. And that’s why you were here, shoving Lucas behind you to keep eyes on Max.

“Jason… you don’t want to do this…”

Rage filled his eyes. He looked through you, gun still held high and straight

“Where’s your boy Harrington? Shouldn’t he be here?”

“Steve’s got more important things to deal with right now than your sorry ass.”

“I never should have left you alone. I should have been with you.”

“Should have, would have, could have. It’s over. It’s the last. Doesn’t still really explain why you left…”

“Steve, I was never disappointed-“

The lights were dim, the music was soft, barely playing over the speakers now, the girl behind the counter wiping away the day's work with a sigh, and something started beeping. Loudly.

You smiled, a forced wide smile, as he exited in a hurry, leaving you alone to finish your thoughts.

I was never disappointed… until the day you left.

But you thought better of finishing it when he returned to the table, what felt like ten minutes or more later, and it was obvious something was wrong as he was aligning on his jacket.

And suddenly it wasn’t just two teenagers reliving their tragic love story, but a man, a father worried about his daughter and the friend he was on a date with, unsure if there’d be another one.

“Not if I can help it.” He smirked, the tone and air about you two light again.

He’d left because he needed to. He left with good intentions. He left because he thought it’d hurt him, and you, less than him staying ever could.

And maybe you’d soon see that he was right. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Distance gives people time to grow.

And this Steve Harrington, the version you got to see spring into action that night with his daughter, was the one you were happy to have waited for.

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so, for my own pleasure, can you send in dad! ideas!!!! peaky or steve from stranger things?!?!?!?!?!?! if its another character u can send and I'll consider, i just want some wholesome dilf action to warm me up on this cold night

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Haddie Harrington Pt. 8

He felt his work was done.

Standing back on solid ground, everything around him looked the same as in the Upside down, but a bit more alive, a bit more aflame. So much has happened so fast; being trapped by the hive mind in the stairway of the Creel house, being released and seeing Vecna, the Molotov Cocktails, the reverb of Nancy’s shotgun, Vecna falling to oblivion, the chimes.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Four chimes. Four lives. The beginning of the end.

At least they made it out alive.

Most of them.

Eddie Munson, the misfit, the freak of Hawkins, and alleged murder, hadn't made it. He fought one hell of a battle, Metallica and all, but he had taken his last breath surrounded by his friends and the real monsters responsible for all this. Not him.

Steve tried ,hell, did he try to think of every way to get the boy’s limp body back to Hawkins, if only for Dustin’s sake, but there was no way.

Caressing the back of the teens head against his shoulder, suppressing his sobs, he made a bunch of false promises. Anything to see his best friend happy again.

“We’re ok, he didn’t die in vain, we’re safe, Vecna’s gone, we defeated him, we’ll find a way to close the gates again, you tell his uncle the truth, we’ll never forget him, El and Mike and Will and everyone will be alright. We’re safe.”

He said it with such confidence, and yet, he didn’t know if anything he had said was true. Or ever would be.

“Max,” it was a whisper from Nancy, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Vecna had succeeded in his curse. What had happened on the other side. Was Max really ok? Was she safe? Were you safe?

That’s the moment when he felt his chest tighten, his heart beat a mile a minute, the first time he was nervous, scared, in all of this. It wasn’t seeing Vecna, the scaly, slimy, humanoid dark wizard, it wasn’t nearly losing his breath as the vines tightened around his neck, or when he saw the same happen to Nancy and Robin. None of that scared him. But the fact that he didn’t know what happened on the other side, if you were safe, if you were alive, that left him feeling like a knife had been plunged in his heart and twisted.

“We’ve got to go. NOW!” The panic in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by any of them, and yet still he found himself carrying all the extra weight for them, hurrying them back through the glowing red portal, trying to process the rips in the Earth as they sped across town to the park, the Creel house, looking for answers. Hoping to have his worst fear denied.

Though he fought hard against it, you said you’d be the one to stay behind with the kids in actual Hawkins, to protect Max and Lucas and Erica the way Steve protected Dustin and Nancy and Robin. Though it wasn’t the same, not really.

But who said he always had to be the protector?

He knew he should have fought you harder. To stay with him, fight by his side.

You were safe but just barely.

Steve went rigid, frozen in his spot when he laid eyes upon the scene sprawled out on the floor of the Creel House, illuminated in a sickenly calming blue glow. Lucas was sobbing, holding Max in his arms. Max, a scene out of a horror movie, eyes foggy, glazed over, drips of blood like Carrie starting at her eyes and dripping down her cheeks, as if she was crying blood. She was crying, whimpering, her limbs broken at odd angles that weren’t humanly possible. And yet she was breathing, she was talking, and though Vecna had been successful with completing his four curses to open the literal gates to Hell, he hadn’t succeed in taking everyone away from the party.

Gruesome though it was, hopeless though it seemed, the ambulance was on the way, the distant wails of the siren growing louder, though he knew the crews were being dispatched all around town.

And suddenly, when they needed him most, there Steve stood frozen.

Dustin raced over to them both, grasping Max’s other hand in his and taking care of her, helping to keep her comfortable as they could do nothing more than wait. He cried harder when Lucas continued to tremble. Robin hugged Erica in the corner, reassuring her everything was ok and Erica just quietly accepting the comfort.

He felt her hand on his shoulder, a quiet sign asking if he was ok. Nancy’s voice barely above a whisper as she asked it out loud, hoping maybe he’d respond to that.

“Steve.” It was a squeak, a whisper falling from your lips. You sat on the ground not far away from the kids, needing the wall to support you. The commotion, the voices of the others, knowing they were ok and they were here, was enough to give you strength to open your eyes. He looked at you, finally, with a face so horror-striken and panicked you knew you must have looked as awful as you felt. You kept your hand pressed to your side, every deep breath in aching your ribs, which were most likely broken. All you smelled was the metallic sting of blood, caked all over your face from you bloody, broken nose and the other cuts littered everywhere. Besides the broken ribs and the broken nose, your ankle had twisted in a way that only gave you any comfort when you weren’t on it.

“Steve,” you breathed again, hopeful this time, a quiet pleading in your voice for him to come to your side. You wanted to hug him, kiss him, you wanted him and the warmth that radiated from his chest like sunshine…

And he had just looked at you; exhausted, scared, and frozen to his spot, as you were slowly slipping away, the seconds tick, tick ticking towards their end. The kids all turned to him, yelling with tears in their eyes for him to do something. Because he always knew what to do.

And this was the second time in 24 hours he did not have an answer. Or a truthful one at that.

He failed.

It was all becoming too much. Lightheaded, dizzy, nauseous; it hit im all at once. Until then he’d enough adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream to ignore the pain he felt from his own sustained injuries. Injuries he wanted to forget, to fight against the sting to scoop you up in his arms, but by the time something in him finally snapped, clicking into place and he took long strides over to you, it was the pain again that stopped him. Crouching down hurt, the phantom feeling of the bat tail snaked around his throat and closing in on his windpipe. He took a sharp intake of breathe to fight the lightening sting coursing from his arm down to his ribs when he reached out to run a thumb over the apple of your cheeks. Hot to the touch, read and puffy and tears brimming your lash line.

It was in that moment, in that touch, that peace found you at last. It took all the energy left in you to bring that smile to your face, reaching all the way up to your eyes when they locked on his.

“Steve.” It was a slight promise, the final one that he realized he couldn’t keep.

And he watched, hopeless, as your eyes fluttered closed.

The next minutes were frantic. Robin, Dustin, and Steve worked on getting you down into the backseat of his BMW while Nancy stayed with the others until the ambulance and EMT workers came to load Max onto a stretcher. Red and blue lights flashed in the review mirror, Steve’s own heart beating louder than the sirens passing by and god, how he wished he could be cradling you in the backseat rather than pressing the pedal to the floor. His gaze was blurry, unsteadily shifting from the road ahead to your reflection in the back. He told himself you were just asleep, that you’d endured too much but everything would be alright with some rest. He sped across town, through traffic lights and stop signs, carrying your body inside and beginning for help.

He watched them take your body to a room, the hospital overflowing with patients needing assistance after the town was shaken and spilt in four. There wasn’t any time to think about the ther casualties that existed out there. The only thought in Steve’s head, nagging at him over and over again as he paced a tred in the linolime floor, wanting to looking away but unable to as the nurses worked to find a room and they started healing you behind curtains, was why? Why did you freeze? Why couldn’t you move? Why couldn’t you have done better? Was it enough? Where you going to be ok?

Please be ok.

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Everyday, like clockwork, the routine was the same. Wake up, freshen up quickly, wait for Sinclair (this usually took about 3 or 4 honks of the horn which were immediately followed by the annoyed stare of his neighbor, Mrs. McNeal for having her quiet morning interrupted, but soon he grew to love even that part of his day) and drive over to the hospital. Lucas took books in to read to Max during her recovery and Steve shuffled into your room, a black coffee in hand and one for you everyday. He didn’t care if they went untouched. One day, he knew, it’d be drunk. For him, it was the caffeine that helped him stay awake.

And sometimes there’d be an odd assortment of the party shuffled in the backseat of that BMW to visit, always looking forward to the extra company on those days because it was the days he sat opposite you, alone with his thoughts, that were the worst.

All he could do now was be there for the kids, for you, but he’d never forget how he just stood there watching you weakly. Or how he couldn’t do anything to say Eddie, and in turn say Dustin. And Max. And every move he took when trying to get comfortable in the chair at your bedside, only reminding him of the welts now turning into disgusting scars, and reminding him of all that everyone had to go through to come up defeated.

Thankfully, you weren’t out for long, a few days, a week at most, but it felt like years. The doctors said your recovery time was remarkably fast, but now that you were up you’d be ready to go home in a few days, back to normal in a few more, cuts and ribs healed.

And the way you looked at him when you opened yours eyes could have been enough for him to get past all the hurt, but it was your question that broke him.

“Hi Stevie, did we win?”

Not having the heart to tell you of who you’d lost, the fact that Vecna could still be out there (a fact overlooked by all), he answered the only way he knew how.

Grabbing your hand carefully, thumb brushing over the back of yours, he forced a smile. Relieved. “Yeah, we did.”

It was the last lie he was willing to tell. It was another promise made because what else was Steve Harrington supposed to do than be the hero and promise the world to everyone he loved?

Lately, his promises weren’t as strong as they once were.

Every hero has a moment of doubt, a head to head battle with cowardice personified.

And it was the hardest battle of all.

Everywhere he looked was a reminder of his failures and broken promises.

And looking at you was near impossible.

Though you were in no state to go with him, he thought about asking you to come when he had made up his mind. One last attempt at righting things. But he didn’t ask you to come because he knew you never would. Never leave home, never leave your family, never leave your friends who turned into family, never give up everything good you had just to be a coward like him and run away from everything.

So he packed up his car with a few essentials and left without goodbyes because goodbyes would have been harder. Would have made it impossible.

And he chased the open road, trying to simultaneously find the next thing in his life to make his purpose and run away from, forget the one promise he made that he cared about keeping so much it broke him when he couldn’t.

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Hoping to get out the next part of Haddie Harrington tonight for anyone who’s into that

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Peaky Blinders | S05E06

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Haddie Harrington Pt 7

Legs shaking under the guise of the table, he hadn’t been this nervous since… well he couldn’t pinpoint a time he was ever this nervous. Or maybe it was the day the party went back into The Upsidedown to defeat Vecna, when the whole world seemed to rip in two, when his heart ripped in two.

Wanting not to dwell on that day again, the feelings associated with it coming to life in a kicking up of nausea in his stomach, heat blooming from his chest to the tips of his ears, the pink tint matching that of his cheeks, he busied himself.

His gaze was unsteady, shifting from the door every time the chime rang through the otherwise peaceful coffee shop, to the two cups of coffee on the table, steaming less as they cooled, to the watch, focusing on the gold hands ticking further and further past 7. He didn’t want to be nervous, told himself there was nothing to be nervous about, but he wasn’t used to being stood up, he was the one who used to do the standing up when someone better came along… no. That was the old Steve. King Steve. Though maybe he should try and, no. He shook his head, his thoughts getting the better of him.

The clock was nearing 7:10, Haddie’s bedtime, and he contemplated using the payphone outside to call Robin and check-in, but then he’d be leaving the table empty, your cups unattended, and what if you walked in and it looked like he did stand you up after everything.

No.

He wouldn’t walk out on you ever again.

He wouldn’t even make it look that way.

He took a few sips, the caffeine doing nothing to prevent the nervousness he felt, only amp it up a few notches. Holding the cup, he noticed his hands were sweaty, sweatier than when there was one minute left on the clock and the ball was in his hands, at the three-point line. He was nervous for many different reasons, the biggest one not if you were going to show up, but having to finally admit the truth to you when you did.

There was a minute where everything in him shifted, hoping maybe you wouldn’t show up, leading you to reschedule, anything to buy him time, but he decided it was now or never, that he wanted it to happen sooner rather than later. At the precise moment the chime went off again and he looked up to see you strolling in through the door.

It was your smile, the way you seemed to float through the room, the warmth of your eyes and the crinkles around them that were there only when you smiled that genuinely, that made his heart thump rapidly but worked to dissipate all the nerves running through his veins. It was the hug you greeted him with, tight and warm and familiar, that made him believe he was ready for this. The kiss on the cheek extra icing on the cake.

“I’m sorry I’m so late. Conferences ran longer than expected, and Tanya’s mom wouldn’t stop talking about the unnatural way she holds a pencil, which is true but how can someone talk about that for 15 minutes, right? And then Danny’s mom and dad wouldn’t stop talking about how their son got hit by your daughter and I tried to tell them he’s fine, there’s no real damage, quite frankly because Danny’s already been damaged beyond belief and… oh. You don’t want to hear about any of this…. I’m sorry Steve. Thanks for ordering this, could probably use something stronger,” you winked, took a sip of your coffee, slowly finding that it also did little to help you stop your rambling, leaving you breathless. Only registering now that he was fully enticed, in a trance, chin resting in the cup of his hand, eyes lingering on you.

“Danny’s mom and dad are talking about Haddie?” He sat up straighter at that, whatever spell or curse you held over him broken by the mention of his daughter.

“No… well… listen they’re fine. They’re not mad at her, they’re more mad at me…”

The skin between his brows crinkled as he furrowed, the little intricaces of his face and gestures once memorized now harder to crack. He didn’t want anyone to be mad at you, espeically not on his behalf.

It felt like routine again already, reaching across the table to find Steve and offer him any sort of touch in comforting, reassuring silence; this time a quick squeeze to his forearm to get those little concerned crinkles off of his face, replacing them with the ones near his eyes that only appeared when he smiled.

“I’m sorry, sometime’s it’s hard not to talk about them. You know, I’m sure, you’d talk circles around anyone who’d be willing to listen to you about Haddie, right? Imagine having-”

“25.” He finished for you, leaving you in a stunned silence, looking at him over the edge of your coffee mug. So much more was said between you too in that silence than could have been said with words. Reading your mind, finishing your sentences, always one step ahead of you…

You’d never left Hawkins, and yet you finally felt at home.

“Yeah… yeah… exactly,” You cleared your throat after starting at him. All of him. Every part of him, wondering how he did it after all these years, how he still looked like the same cocky jock from high school who wore a chain of armor to protect his heart of gold, just a better verision of him now. The silence lingered still, you wanting a one way ticket into that head of his as he took a sip without ever taking his eyes off of you.

More than that smile, he missed your voice. Hearing the twinkle in your laughter, the way he could literally hear your smile, knowing you rambled when you were excited rather than nervous, and only did so when you were comfortable, a string of words sounding so perfect, your ability to tell stories and have him sitting on the edge of his seat listening to every word, studying the movements of your lips, like he caught himself doing now.

“I don’t mind listening to it, you know.” He cleared his throat too, the buttonup suddenly feeling too tight.

“No, no, it’s been a long night. No more talk about work. This is a date, yeah? Let’s talk about ourselves, hm… like… what you do for work. Or more importantly, what’re you doing back here in Hawkins?” You were met with a sigh that seemed too big for him to have an easy answer to your question. “Or… or… we can talk about whatever you want.” You tried with a smile.

Tension rolled off his shoulders.

“Me, yeah, work…” he cleared his throat, undoing the top button as though it would ease the tightness in his chest. Nerves. Anxiety. There was a lot to catch up on.

It only made your eyes dip below his face, a little window into him, all skin and dark hair and warmth.

“Well… well…” he emphasized, “I’m a salesman. Cars. BMV’s specifically, only luxury cars, top of the line German models. After all those years at Scoops and Family Video, and even dealing with the kids day and night, I guess I got some pretty good experience dealing with assholes I can convince them they need the new, falshier, more expensive model. Makes more money then you’d think too, and you’ve got to know everything, I mean everything about cars. When I was figuring out where I was going to go, my transmission went in Arizona in the middle of the literal desert and I had to figure out how to get it started and at least back to the gas station-”

“Why?”

One word that held the weight of thousands. His voice was captivating as well, lulling you in until you were literally leaning closer to him. It was nice to see his eyes lit up at the mention of something he cared about, the way they look when he’s looking at Haddie, the way they looked once when he used to look at you.

And somewhere in the middle of his story you couldn’t containing it anymore, the ache in your chest that was the result of holding it in for so long, for never asking what you wanted to know most.

“Why? Why’d I have to get to the gas station? I’d be stranded otherwise…”

“No,” you smiled lightly at his blissful ignorance, though Steve Harrington was no idiot. “I mean why,” you stressed the word. “Why’d you do it? Why’d you leave? Leave Hawkins, leave all of us wondering… leave me?”

Like a balloon, your question was the dart and he sat before you deflating. It was a long inhale, a deep sigh, a few sips of coffee, an extended silence, a few moments to work it out in his head, and a question before he explained it all. “We definitely need something stronger.”

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