#Stranger things headcannon

[ssweetleaf]

stevie really loves fingering you while making out so you can cry against his mouth and he can sloppily make out with your neck and just be close to you while you cry for him

includes: SMUT 18+, fingering, daddy kink, praise

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You were sobbing into his kiss, mouth parted and tongue lolling from your mouth, little dribbles of spit sliding down your chin with how fucked out you felt from just his fingers alone.

Steve’s thick digits pumped inside of you, curling upwards and nudging at that sweet spot that resided in your gummy walls, easing out whiny mewls, just to swallow them down when he pressed his mouth on yours.

“There ya go, atta girl,” he mumbled, speech muffled from your spit slick lips, running his tongue along your teeth and sucking on your tongue, crude, wet sounds filled the stuffy bedroom. “Don’t even have to think, honey, I’ll do all the thinkin’ for ya.”

You garbled out a high-pitched moan, squealing when he brought his thumb up to rub against your poor little clit. Steve pressed kisses to any expanse of skin he could find, suckling at your neck and marking you as his, pupils blown completely, the only thought in his head was you and your sweet pussy.

“Daddy’ll do all the work, don’t you worry, hon.” You whined at his nickname, feeling yourself completely drop into that subby space, pussy clenching tight, creaming on his fingers, your arousal squelching and slipping down his wrist.

He mouthed at your neck, nuzzling his face into the crook of it and nudging his nose over your pulse point, sponging a fat, wet kiss to the thumpthumpthump of your heartbeat he felt.

“Could do this for hours, sweet girl,” he hummed, eyes squeezing shut at the throbbing inside his pants. “Love having my fingers inside you just as much as I love havin’ my mouth on ya, honey.”

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[madelynraemunson]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

---

"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

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“Fuck, right there, Steve…”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

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author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

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[ellie-the-plant]

i know everyone’s talking about robin and will being gay besties but consider:

robin and mike

#her helping him figure out his identity and his relationship with will #their dynamic would be so good #mike wheeler #robin buckley #byler #stranger things #will byers #stranger things 5 #stranger things headcannon

[sinfulserpents]

days gone by

(slight) steve harrington x henderson! reader 

warnings: s4 spoilers! violence, the upside down (usual stranger things shit), angst, mentions of billy :"(((

summary: six months after the events of starcourt mall, you can't help but feel more distant from your friends than ever causing your brother to take some much need action.

a/n: this may be shitty since its my first stranger things drabble in literal YEARS (i fact checked that, i haven't written properly since 2019). but anywhore i hope this is at least decent, its short and sweet but it’ll do the job.

Guilt was a funny emotion. 

In all honesty, you had nothing to feel guilty about. You were safe, your brother and his friends were safe and you all had saved the people of your town from horrors that would terrify them beyond belief. 

But you had also lost a lot in the process. 

Chief Hopper was presumed dead, Eleven had lost her powers which you relied on to keep you safe, and on top of everything Billy Hargrove had also lost his life to save El from the Mind Flayer. 

You weren’t quite sure why Billy’s death had affected you so much. In fact, you were certain that you should be crying over Hopper more than Hargrove since you never quite got along with the teenage heartthrob - which is why you ruled the feeling down to guilt.

Guilty that he sacrificed himself while you just watched. Guilty that you never took the time to get to know him under all his anger - to show him that he could have real friends. Guilty that the Mind Flayer got to him before he could even begin to fit into the world of Hawkins.

You hadn’t noticed the toll feeling that way had on you, not like your brother and your friends could see. Which is why you were currently trying to ignore them standing in the hallway to your bedroom, whispering about you to each other while you were curled up in your bed under a mountain of blankets.

“How long has she been like this?”

“In her bed or in a zombie-like-state? Because she hasn’t left her bed in a week and she’s actually starting to smell like a zombie.” Dustin’s familiar voice filled your room.

A familiar voice spoke up next, it was warm and full of concern. “Should we try to talk to her?” Steve Harrington.

Rolling your eyes, you heard Dustin begin to argue with him about how you weren’t actually the un-dead and would talk to him - describing in vivid detail about how stupid that question was. Heaving a sigh, you slowly lifted yourself up in your bed, the blanket falling from around your head to your legs as you caught sight of Steve and the group of kids.

Lucas was the first to notice your movements, slapping Dustin on his shoulder rapidly causing your brother to let out a loud “dude!” Before he also caught sight of you.

“Y/N!” He all but screamed, coughing to soften his tone as he rushed into your room. The others all stumbling in after him. “Steve was just saying that he would let us rent any movie from his work, free of charge-”

Dustin was cut off by Steve frowning as he quickly shook his head and was about to say no - only for him to stop himself when he noticed the looks the group was sending him.

“Right, yeah sure - any movie you want,” Steve conceded. “Did you want to join?”

A brief smile graced your lips at the exchange, so familiar it almost felt unnatural. Rubbing your hands over your face a couple of times, you simply shrugged in response which caused Dustin to erupt into ideas.

“I will let you choose every movie we watch for the next month, I’ll even let you watch Sixteen Candles every day if you want!”

Clicking your tongue against your teeth, you took in the hopeful faces of the group around you. Dustin who was eagerly bouncing on the balls of his feet, Mike who was fiddling with your stuffed toys while he watched the scene unfold, Lucas who just seemed happy to be included, and Steve who was awkwardly scratching his head as he smiled at you.

“Fine,” you reluctantly agreed. “But only if you also buy me complimentary fries and a shake.”

“Yes!” Dustin shouted, fist bumping Steve. “Anything you want. Right Steve, you’ll buy her anything she wants?”

“Me?” Steve’s eyes slightly widened. “Why me?”

“Because, you’re the only one with a job.” Dustin stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus collectively we all have like twelve cents.”

Steve shook his head at your younger brother, before he began ushering everyone out of your room so you could get ready - promising Dustin that he would buy you anything you wanted.

“Harrington,” you stopped him just before he shut your bedroom door. Steve tilted his head in question. “I promise not to run you dry.”

He chuckled. “Thanks Henderson. I’m glad to have you back.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington headcannon #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x henderson!reader #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcannon #stranger things drabble #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x sister!reader #stranger things season 4

[dustcommander]

I see a lot of post on here about Steve dabbling into Eddie’s hobbies and picking up his taste in music. Which is all great. Excellent. Super awesome I love it. But where is the Eddie getting into Steve’s interests? I want Eddie and Steve at a Super Bowl party and Eddie is so into it and Steve is so smitten with him. It starts out as Steve convincing him to watch sports because “eddie you clearly like to ogle jocks” and eventually he’s all about it.

And I want Steve expanding Eddie’s taste in music because “if you only enjoy one genre of something eddie, then you have bad taste in that something.” And Eddie is obviously throughly offended that anyone could ever dare to even think to allude to him having bad taste in music that he makes it his mission to learn all Steve’s faves and that’s how they end up at a Willie Nelson concert and eddie is decked out in black fringe and black studded cowboy hat, wearing a bolo tie and he’s loudly and proudly singing along to every song and Steve is just absolutely swooning.

I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE NEAT IS ALL IM SAYING

#steddie #stranger things #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #Eddie would be a Buffalo Bills fan #Steve would argue with him about this because they live in Indiana so why isn’t he supporting the colts #Eddie just likes the name #they eventually get really into European soccer together #honestly I’m just projecting as a nerdy emo kid that really loves sport and listening to country music #be nice to me #stranger things headcannon

[bloodandtime]

exit light, enter night

cw: fem!reader, there’s a lil slightly like squint and you’ll see it angst, fluff, probably eddie being way smoother than he actually is, plus size!reader, kind of insecure!reader but not like self deprecatingly so, uh weed smoking, happy ending :) suuuuuper self indulgent:) also eddie didn’t d*e cause this song came out in ‘91. oh and i have never worked at a vinyl shop so… i went off straight vibes lol

Enter Sandman is ringing through the store as you step in.

“Munson!”

A headful of curls spring up from behind the counter, brown doe eyes wide and anxious as they meet yours, he knows he’s playing the music too loud.

“Hey, sweet thing.” he says as lowers the volume.

Floorboards creak as you make your way to the back room. You can hear Eddie’s boots stomp behind you.

“Eddie, I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” you sigh, shrugging your coat off.

He’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, leather jacket under his battle vest, black jeans and combat books sit on his frame. Like they’re made for him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says with a wink.

Embarrassed at being caught, heat creeps up your neck. You groan and shoulder bump him out of the way, trying to ignore how solid he is under those layers.

His laughter follows you to the register.

“Is it just us today?”

He hops up on the back counter. chain jingling as he gets comfortable. He smiles, and it’s sticky sweet.

“Sure is, sweethea-OW.”

He glares as he rubs the spot on his forehead where the pen you threw at him hit.

“Stop flirting with me and work!”

He jumps down from the counter and exaggeratedly looks around the… empty store.

“Yeah, we sure are swamped. How will we ever make it till close?” comes his sarcastic drawl from your side.

You guess the snowstorm outside is keeping customers at home. It’d be a nice evening… if Eddie wasn’t here.

Honestly, he’s fine. It’s more of a you problem. You can’t keep focused when he’s around, and you think he might have caught on. Eddie takes any and all opportunities to flirt with you.

You figured he did that to everyone, not wanting to read too much into it but the only other person he flirts with consistently is Steve.

Sarcasm is how you deflect Eddie’s advances, even though he flirts with just you (and Steve) it’s hard to not think about how he might be fucking with you.

Mess with the fat girl, lead her on, it’s funny. Let her think she has a chance and tear it away from her and laugh at the thought of her thinking anyone would like her.

Ugh, I’m not a teenager anymore, you’d think I’d be past these insecurities by now.

You scrub a hand down your face and sigh, trying to shake yourself out of that toxic thought cycle that’s so easy to fall into.

“You okay?”

Eddie’s still beside you at the register, now leaning against the back counter. He’s staring, brows furrowed.

Despite yourself, you shoot him a soft smile. That catches him off guard, you’re always so quick to the defense.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m all good, just tired.” you sound it, voice rough.

Before he can ask anything else, you tell him you’re going to work on the returns from this week and get started organizing the vinyl before close.

You’re off to the back before he can even open his mouth, which honestly is impressive. That boy can talk.

It takes about an hour to finish up returns and you shuffle back to the front, shocked to see Eddie has already started organizing.

“Oh shit, tha-,” you’re cut off to Eddie jumping half a foot in the air and yelping out in surprise.

You bite your lip to stop your laugh but it doesn’t stop the shit eating grin that spreads across your face.

He points at you, cheeks flushed, “Don’t.” he says with a finger pointed at you.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes and Eddie’s eyes soften, happy to see you’re smiling. Even if it is at his expense.

“I was going to say thank you for starting to organize, I’ll start from the other end of the store and we can meet in the middle.”

He nods, a sweet smile on his face. Before you get lost in his dimples you busy yourself with vinyl.

It’s been another hour and a half and everything is in its rightful place. Both you and Eddie are sitting on the back counter, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

No one has come in during your entire shift and there’s another two hours before close and the snow still hasn’t stopped.

Eddie leans his head back and lets out a loud groan, “I’m soooooo bored, why can’t we just close?”

He peaks down at you, slumped at his side. He follows the shape of your eyes down the slope of your nose to your lips.

“I know a way we could pass our time,” he blurts out, unable to stop himself. He’s still staring at your lips.

You look up and meet his amber eyes, his gaze more intense than you’re used to. You want to squirm, he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

“Oh yeah? What should we do?” you bump his shoulder, and he shakes his head and the moment is gone.

He pulls a joint out of his pocket, and your jaw drops.

“I’m not smoking weed at work, Edward!” your voice going up an octave.

He snickers as the horror stricken look on your face.

“Hey, come on. No one has come in and no one will. I’m surprised if we’ll even be able to leave.”

You’re still hesitant, he’s not wrong but you’d rather not get caught.

“Fuck it,” you slap your hands on your tight covered thighs, jumping down your skirt flounces back into place, Eddie tries and fails not to stare, “so where we doing this?”

He hops down beside and gives you another smile, pleasantly surprised you’re going along with this.

“Come on, I’ll show you my spot.”

He runs to the front door to lock it, he makes his way back to you to throw an arm around you to take you to the back.

You don’t fight him, to his surprise. You maybe even lean in a bit, he’s enjoying the contact too much to tease you though.

Turns out his spot is just a covered porch at the back of the record shop, you snag your coat on the way.

“Oh Fuck Me it’s cold,” you gripe as you step outside, the wind whips snow outside the porch, you can’t even see five feet in front of it.

“Shit, maybe you’re right, we wont be able to leave.” you worry, pulling your coat tighter around you, leanings closer to Eddie.

Eddie pulls you closer, relishing in the contact. He doesn’t know why you’re being so nice tonight but he’s not complaining.

“Worst case, you can come with me. The van drives just fine in the snow.” he exhales the first drag, you try not to stare and fail.

He hands the joint to you, your fingers already frozen. As you take a hit you register what he just offered. Now you’re coughing and not just because of the joint.

“Slow down it’s not going anywhere,” he says through a light laugh as he softly rubs your back.

“Did you just offer to take me home with you?”

It’s his turn to cough, and your turn to pat his back. You repeat his words back to him and he gives you a half hearted glare, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I was being gentlemanly and you’re the one making it dirty, I’ll have you know.” he reprimands, wagging his finger at you.

He takes another drag and passes it back, your fingers brush and it’s a shot of electricity up your arm.

The weed is definitely taking effect.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the joint, right where his lips had just been. An indirect kiss.

You’re quiet when you speak next, after handing him the shrinking joint.

“You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Being so kind to me. Makes me get my hopes up even though I know it doesn’t mean anything.”

The wind whistles around you while Eddie and you stare at one another.

You feel his arm pull away from you, and you’re convinced this is it as you look away so he won’t see you cry. He’s going to tell you sorry and he’s not interested. You can handle it, it’s not the first rejection you’ve faced.

You can’t look at him though, tears sting, threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, softer than you’ve ever heard him, “look at me, please.”

His hands find your cheeks, warm against your wind-chapped skin. Joint long forgotten as he tilts your head to look at him.

“It means something. It does, to me, it does. I’ve liked you since I started here. It’s not a joke and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way,” he pauses, his thumbs softly graze the tops of your cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” you whisper.

You and Eddie Munson have your first kiss in a snowstorm, freezing cold and perfect.

#YAHTZEE #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x chubby!reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson headcannon #stranger things x yn #stranger things blurb #stranger things headcannon #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things x reader #gabby writes #this is VERY VERY sulf indulgent i hope someone else likes it cause i really do and if u dont pls dont let me know lol #i wrote this months agooooo

[niceboyeds]

watching all the paranormal activity movies and i KNOW Eddie and Steve would be shaking on the couch while Robin and Reader are trying so hard not to laugh at them.

#they’d act tough at first #and say it’s not even scary #and next thing you know #they’re clinging to you for safety #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve and eddie #stranger things headcannon #st headcanons #eddie headcanons #steve headcanons

[steves-male-wifey]

Steve Harrington x Male!Reader Headcannons Part 2

Part One

A/N: Hello! I made a part two of Steve with a Male!Reader! I decided to divide it into different parts because it was too long hehe

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- When Dustin finds out that Steve is dating someone, he’ll ask Steve why he never heard about them. He’s a bit hurt ngl. Bros tell each other everything. 😔

- He’ll be a bit closed off torwards you at first but he’ll get along with you eventually. If you share the same nerdy interests as him, he’ll get along with you a lot quicker.

- Sometimes Steve would invite Dustin to hangout with both of you. Now both of you have to take care of him. Steve likes to joke about how you guys are both his dads now. You don’t mind babysitting the other kids.

- When Steve introduces you to the rest of the party, they’re also a bit hesitant like Dustin but they still treat you as their new friend. If you know how to play D&D they’ll invite you to their campaigns.

- Steve is a bit worried when you join them because he really doesn’t want you to get hurt. Convince him that you’ll be fine and you want to protect him too. He’s gonna melt right there. 😳

- Nancy was a bit surprised that Steve has a boyfriend but that doesn’t stop her from wanting to meet you! She has heard him talk about you from time to time. She wants to know how you two confessed to each other, where your first date was, how it went, etc.

- You, Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan like to go camping together. Telling each other stories while eating smores around the campfire. Jonathan took photos of the whole trip and gave some photos of you and Steve for memories.

- Steve’s really happy to see you get along with his friends. Sometimes they’ll tease Steve about how much he loves you and will jokingly yell “gross” or “get a room” when you guys kiss.

- You guys love to visit each other at work a lot. If you visit him when he was working at Scoops Ahoy, he’ll give you free ice cream! In return, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek or his forehead when no one is looking. Of course, Robin notices it and you can hear her snickering in the background lol

- When Steve got his job at the video store, he’ll sneak some vhs tapes in his bag for your movie dates. If no one is at the store, maybe you two could makeout in the storage room? Haha… jk…unless?

- Steve is often the “protector” of this relationship. He’s always looking out for you and making sure you’re not hurt. You should take care of him too!!! He needs affection too! HUG HIM! HOLD HIM! TELL HIM EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE OKAY!!! My man is touch starved 😤

- He doesn’t like that he has to tone down his affection torwards you in public. Hawkins is a town filled with close minded people. You guys need to keep it on the down-low.

- Steve promised you that one day, you guys will move out of this place. Where you two can share a home far away from everyone else. He’s been saving up money for his dream that’ll soon come true…

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If you are also a writer, i am literally begging you to write more of him too pls LMAO

#stranger things #stranger things x male reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #male reader #stranger things headcannon #steve harrington headcannon

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Gracie, babes, can I request Eddie and reader as cat parents?

I just love the idea of our man being a cat dad

Warnings: The reader is referred to as momma in this and this is not proofed read so I apologies for an errors (Also most of the things Eddie does for the cat my dad does for mine 🤭)

You guys rescued a small black kitten one date night

You were heading to bed after watching a horror movie Eddie picked out when he stopped all movement. "Eddie? What's wr-" He cuts you off by shushing you. He listens closer. "Do you hear that?" He asked in a soft whisper before walking to the window. You start to listen, trying to hear what he is talking about. A faint, nearly pathetic meow echos through the room from the newly opened window. Eddie opens it even further before jumping out of it to try and find the source of the sound. "BABE!" You rush to the window to see him sitting on the ground searching. "What. The. Fuck Dude!!?! You could've gotten hurt!" He rolls his eyes at your worry. "Sweetheart, I have climbed and jumped out of many windows thanks to you, actually, I'll be just fine." He lays on his belly and that's when he finds it. "Holy shit" He whispers to himself. If the cat didn't have such bright eyes Eddie would've missed it all together. "Hi, little man" Eddie coos as he sits his hand on the ground, slowly itching it closer to the cat. The cat seemed to be drawn to Eddie and the rest is history.

Eddie spoils the shit out of the cat. Daily brushing is a must and so is at least three cans of wet food. Whenever you give the cat dry food they both whine. "Baaaaaabeee!! You know he likes wet food way more! Why are you trying to starve the baby!?!!"

Every holiday when there are new themed toys out Eddie will get as many as possible for his baby...even though everyone who has met that cat knows that they prefer a new cardboard shoe box or one of your guy's hair ties

Eddie is a Freddy freakout when it comes to this cat. Full momma bear mode for sure! The cat scratches his eye on accident!?!?! The cat had gotten outside on accident!??!! Eddie will just sob and nearly have a heart attack

Every time Eddie brushes the cat out he says the affirmations of the day. "You're such a handsome man, yes you are! Such a pretty boy." And he makes a point of showing the cat off to you after every session. "Let's go show your momma her handsome little man"

The best part of all of this!!!!!

Even though Eddie goes through all of this trouble. Spends so much money and time with the cat, hell he rescued the damn thing!.... You get the cuddles and kisses.

"What the fuck!?" Eddie exclaims every time he sees the cat in your lap or on your chest, "He never loves on me like that! 🥺I don't even get kisses just purrs" He whines

The best day of Eddie's life WAS the day he met you....but it's now the day the cat sits on his lap for the first time.

Tagging: @emmyshortcake @screammunson @bloodthirstybreedingbunny @tiannasfanfic @zestychili @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @sweet-villain @eiightysixbaby @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @lofaewrites

#this was done quick #might not be the best #didn't proof read #eddie munson #eddie munson headcannon #headcannon #drabble #eddie munson fluff #cat parents #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things headcannon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

[weirdspaceowl]

Thinking about Eddie helping Steve to figure out what he likes because his parents have always told him to like sports and that’s all he used to do, but what if he likes to paint? What if he likes to play Eddies guitar? What if he likes to take long hikes? What if he likes to read? Or to be read to? What if he likes board games? Or dogs? Or cats? Or birds? Or what if he likes to cook (Eddie doesn’t know much about cooking either, but he found a recipe book behind the couch and they’re TRYING IT! Come one Steve!) 

Meanwhile Eddie is watching Steve’s face like a hawk to see what makes his eyes light up. It’s difficult because everything seems to work which is odd. Meanwhile Steve is happy to do anything because he finally figured out he just likes being with Eddie.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things headcannon #eddie lives #JUSTICE FOR EDDIE

[disturbedbeautywrites]

If you write for billy, the headacnnon plz

Billy and a badass mean reader. The second he meets her he is in love. He never has met a girl who drives a muscle car, speeds into school smoking a cigarette, all while blaring rock.

He was dumb struck, someone had finally rendered him speechless .

How soft billy was in the comfort of her home her mom loving billy.

**

If you don't write billy here is one for Steve

Steve and a girl with a single mom.

Her mom is fun and her best friend. Always inviting Steve for dinner, he has his own room (he never uses it and sleeps with reader but the mom just yelled to use protection bc that was how she ended up with reader)

For Halloween her mom (I'm calling her Victoria for the hc you don't have to)

Victoria bought Steve a trick or treating basket and (made/bribed with cookies) go with yn as a couples costume.

Victoria also the second she found out he hadn't had a real birthday, have him a six month before surprise party with the kids and fruity four.

Billy Hargrove x Bad Girl Reader Headcannons

When Billy first laid eyes on you, it was when you were pulling into the parking lot of the high school. You were in your dads old Camaro, smoke billowing out of the cracked window. He thought you were absolutely stunning and immediately had to talk to you.

He invited you over to smoke that night with him, his charm and attitude winning you over. You of course said yes and the two of you became inseparable.

Billy was a gentleman when it came to you, to everyone’s surprise. He held the door for you, threatened to beat people for messing with you, and all around was just head over heels for you.

When his parents were being assholes to him he would sneak over to your place and sneak into your window, curling into you and getting lost before falling asleep.

One night your mom walks in on Billy sneaking in through the window, a chuckle leaving her lips as she tells him to just use the front door next time. You had explained to your mom about how abusive his dad was and your mom welcomed him in the house with wide open arms.

Billy was beyond soft around the two of you, showing a side you never saw at school. He told you it was because you finally made him feel worth something, like he actually mattered. It was enough to soften him up a bit.

Also, your mom reminded him a lot of his and he wanted to cherish that relationship as much as he could. So, he was at your house constantly. He stayed over multiple times a week, the two of you always sitting on your roof and smoking and talking.

The first time he told you he loved you was actually during one of these smoke sessions. You had a joint between your lips, the smoke pooling up in the air around you. Billy was staring at you and you questioned why, to which he just replied he loved you.

He was very protective over you. He didn’t want anyone to ever be able to harm you and he always made sure to keep a hand on you or an arm around you.

#sorry this took so long!!! #billy Hargrove imagines #Billy Hargrove imagine #billy hargrove headcanon #stranger things headcannon #stranger things headcanons #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargove x reader #Billy Hargrove x y/n #Billy Hargrove x you #Billy Hargrove fanfic #stranger things imagines

[ssweetleaf]

Mean step bro!steve fucking you over the counter at family video

includes: SMUT 18+, unprotected p in v, mean!steve, stepcest, kinda semi-public sex????

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You were bent over the counter, the sign on the door at Family Video flipped over, a short sorry we’re closed, though if anyone bothered to look past it and through the windows, they’d be able to see just the reason why the store had closed so early.

“S-Steve—” you whined, clutching at the counter top, “slow down.”

Steve was fucking into you from behind, fast paced and ever so deep, just how he liked it, fingers pressed deep into the fat of your hips, mouth agape and uttering filthy whimpers at the sight of your ass— slapping against him with each thrust, the soft globes urging him to go deeper.

“Shut the fuck up,” he breathed, raising his hand to the back of your head, fingers curling around the strands of your hair before pushing your head down, cheek smushed against the counter, achingly so. “Actin’ like you weren’t the one beggin’ to get fucked.”

You struggled to find purchase, knocking VHS tapes to the floor, something you knew Steve would have you sort out once his balls were empty and sated.

“Such a fuckin’ slut, pussy’s just sucking me in, honey— can barely pull out,” crude, sloppy sounds filled the shop, your arousal dripping down your legs and to the floor. “So greedy, aren’t you? You’re not really interested in helping your big brother, hm? Just wanted to get fucked— so pathetic, all you had to do was ask.”

You cried out at how mean he was, sniffling and pouting at his words, though you couldn’t hide the constant clenching of your cunt when he spoke so filthily.

“Y’being mean,” you mumbled, brows furrowing at the chuckle that erupted from your words.

“Oh, I am, aren’t I, baby,” he cooed, mocking your pout, groaning at how tight and wet you felt. “You’re my favourite employee really, hon.”

You perked up, arching your back even more to make him proud, the newfound information going straight to your head.

“I am?” You asked, exhaling a slight giggle and backing up into him.

He hummed, tugging at your hair and keeping you down.

“Yeah, baby, course you are,” he replied, “by far the prettiest fuck I’ve ever had.”

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington hc #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things blurb #stranger things headcannon #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

[madelynraemunson]

i’ve been watching a lot of documentaries lately and…

“it still fits” “still fits?” “yeah, like yesterday.”

“quiet on the set” “you ready, eddie?” “born ready…born ready.”

[indistinct muttering] [shushing sounds] [background noises gradually cease] *camera focuses in on eddie* “aaaand, action!”

🎬 “hi, i’m eddie munson. i’m 32. and in the spring of 1986 — when i was 20 years old — the unexplainable happened in my hometown.”

#🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ #eddie munson headcannon #maddy’s mood boards 🎭 #maddy’s mind 🧠 #eddie headcannon #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson hcs #eddie hcs #older!eddie #stranger things #stranger things 5 #stranger things headcannon #eddie munson

[marvel-ous-m]

Steve hears There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths the summer after Eddie dies because Jonathan put it on while they were driving somewhere to pick up the kids and he has to pull over because the song makes him realize that he’s in love with a dead man and he’s suddenly uncontrollably sobbing send tweet

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #lol sorry not sorry #stranger things headcannon

[sinfulserpents]

Wish you well

Billy Hargrove x reader

warnings: s4 spoilers! violence, the upside down (usual stranger things shit), angst, mentions of billy :"(((

summary: struggling with Billy's death, you try to come to terms with the fact that the Upside Down still haunts you - this time, in worse ways.

a/n: i’m still not dealing with billy’s death well so this is what comes out of it. Also this doesn’t follow the cannon timeline of season 4 for creative purposes, pls don’t attack me.

You struggled the most in the Spring. 

While everyone seemed to move on, your days stood at a still. You weren’t sure how it almost meant nothing to anyone else, you felt almost angry that everyone who pretended to be his friends didn’t even come to his funeral. 

The weather was gloomy, the sky dark and threatening to rain as you stood around his open grave. You didn’t move from where you were standing, eyes locked on the figure of Neil Hargrove who was sobbing - you hated him. Billy hated him. 

You listened as he spluttered some speech about how life wouldn’t be the same without his son and how a parent is never supposed to outlive their child knowing it was all a bunch of bullshit. He never loved Billy, you thought. 

When it was your turn to speak you couldn’t move, your feet felt heavy - like they were being stuck to the ground in cement. Tears clouded your eyes and your throat felt like your heart was stuck in it.

“I-” you began, cutting yourself off with a dry swallow. “I love you Billy with my whole heart, and now my heart that felt full just feels like a burden. You once told me that you never felt love from anyone else but your mum - that I was the first to show it to you since she left. But the truth is I had never felt a love like yours, B.” 

Gentle tears slid down your cheeks as you felt a soft hand grasp your own, your eyes meeting Max’s. Comfort and support from the younger girl warmed your chest and you took a deep breath. 

“I’ll miss you every day for the rest of my life.” 

---

You see him, for the first time, in Summer.

He wasn’t real, you knew that. A figure of your imagination as your brain struggled to come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t laying beside you. 

He wasn’t there, but your dream felt so real.

“Billy,” you croaked out, sighting his figure in the distance. “Billy!” 

You watched as he turned to you, his figure seeming stiff before his arm outreached for you - pointing.

“You killed me.” His voice echoed, causing you to frown. 

“What?”

Your voice was weak and you jumped when he appeared behind you, his lips pressed against your ear. 

“You killed me, Y/N.”

You began to shake your head, spinning around to face him. He looked exactly the same as the night you lost him, his white shirt covered in black goo and crimson red blood - eyes blood shot as black veins creeped up and down his skin. 

“I didn’t kill you, Billy.” You spluttered, taking a couple of slow steps back. “Don’t you remember?”

“You didn’t stop it! You watched as it killed me!”

“Billy, stop!” 

You steps backward got more rushed as he began stalking towards you. His steps echoed loud in your ears, before his hands grabbed you by the neck. 

“I bet you were glad,” he snarled, as your hands began to claw at his arms - lungs desperate to get a breath. “Glad that I was finally gone and you didn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

“No, B. I love you.” You wheezed. 

The last thing you saw was his eyes turn black before you woke up from the nightmare with a gasp. Your hands desperately clawed at your neck in a panic, before reality set in and you realised what had happened.

He felt so real.

---

Things started to pick up again in Autumn.

You thought killing the Mind Flayer had ended the horrors of the Upside Down, but when Steve Harrington and his band of misfit children basically knocked your door down you could only heave a sigh before picking up your crowbar and following them to the car. 

“So this creature has killed two people and everyone thinks this kid-”

You were cut off by Dustin. “Eddie.”

“Right, yeah. Eddie, killed the cheerleader so now a bunch of basketball playing assholes are hunting him down instead of letting the police do their job?”

Your questioning was met with unanimous agreements, your head turning towards Max who was crammed against the car door, her headphones glued to her ears as she stared out the windows. You hadn’t seen her since Billy’s funeral, but by the state of her you could tell she was barely coping like yourself.

“And this creature,” you continued, turning back towards the others. “It tried to attack Max?”

“Vecna. He gave her nightmares for a week before trying to kill her,” Dustin exclaimed. “Robin and Nancy figured out that you could be pulled back from his spell with music.”

Your heart sank at the mention of nightmares, your mind going back to the same one you had for weeks. 

“Guys,” you sighed. “I’ve been having nightmares recently.”

The car went silent at your revelation, all eyes meeting yours - even Steve’s who was looking at you through the mirror. 

“They’re probably nothing though-”

You were once again cut off by Dustin who abruptly turned around in his seat. However, you knew what you said was extremely bad by the fact that Max had began paying attention. Before Dustin could get out a single word, Max had spoken up.

“About what?” She questioned, eyes full of concern. You only shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter. They’re nothing. I’ve had them for months now and nothings happened, Dustin said that its seven days after experiencing them that Vecna tries to kill you. I should be in the clear,” you determined. “Right?”

Nobody seemed to believe a single word you were saying.

“Y/N,” Max brought your attention back to her. “What are they about?”

With a sigh, you began to fiddle with your fingers. “Billy. They’re about Billy.”

---

You were thrust fully back into the world of the Upside Down in Winter.

The kids were correct in thinking that you were being targeted by Vecna and his spells. In fact, they were so correct that Vecna seemed to make it his personal mission to try to get to you more than once.

Your hand gripped Robin’s as you watched Steve and Nancy try communicate with the kids through lights - just as Will had done when he got stuck in the Upside Down. The ground shook under your feet, and your heartrate was so fast you thought you might pass out. 

You couldn’t help but almost feel useless as they figured out that there were other portals to the dangerous world - one of them being in Eddie’s trailer. 

He was nice, you had decided. A little weird, and definitely knew more about D&D than an adult should, but overall, nice. Dustin vouched nothing but good things about the guy, so it was safe to say that he lived up to your expectations.

However, it didn’t stop the sting in your heart when you noticed just how similar he was to Billy. From the leather jacket, to the way he was constantly worried about his mane of curly hair - it almost gave you whiplash. Which is why you barely spoke to the poor guy.

That didn’t stop him from trying to talk to you. 

“Hey, I know I’m not the smartest of the group,” Eddie chimed up before pointing to the four bikes left in the Wheelers garage. “But there’s only four bikes and five of us.”

“That’s okay,” Steve chimed up, looking towards Nancy who was dusting off the seat of her bike. “Nancy can ride on the back of mine.”

You were quick to shake your head, awkwardly scratching your head - a nervous habit.

“I - uh. I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

The group went silent, and Robin offered you a bashful smile before she punched Eddie in the arm. 

“You can hop on the back of mine,” he suggested, shooting Robin a side-eye. “If that’s okay with you.”

Nodding, you tried to ignore the deflated look in Steve’s eyes - knowing that he would have to deal with his obvious Nancy pining some other time, as you stood on the pegs attached to Mike’s bike wheels and wrapped your arms around Eddie's shoulders.

"Hang on tight, I haven't done this in a while."

His words didn't fill you with confidence as he began to pedal, but nevertheless you tightened your grip a tiny bit more. You tried not to shudder at the sounds of the Upside Down bats that Robin thought had rabies.

Maybe not rabies, but definitely some other diseases, you thought to yourself.

It didn't take long to reach Eddie's trailer, so long as you didn't count the five times Steve almost crashed his bike because he was too busy staring at Nancy.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face when you entered and saw that Dustin was right, there on the ceiling of Eddie Munson's trailer was another gate to the Upside Down.

"Hey!" Dustin waved, from above you causing Robin to let out an 'that's trippy'.

You didn't question Dustin when he threw a rope of tied up pillow cases through the gate, watching in awe as it just hung there in-between the two worlds. Robin tugged on the roped before giving everyone a salute - beginning to climb the rope. 

You watched with wide eyes when she reached the top of the Upside Down world and crashed down onto the mattress the kids had lined up under the gate. Eddie only chuckled before volunteering to go next. 

Before you could even reach the rope, your entire body froze - the air around you seemed to get colder and more silent, before footsteps began echoing in the distance. 

“Y/N!” You barely had time to react to the sound of your name, being thrown against the ground by an invisible force. 

Your eyes shut at the pain the shot up the back of your head, teeth grinding together - the air knocked out of your lungs. You sputtered and coughed, trying to regain your sense of reality. 

“You could’ve saved me.” Billy. 

You kept your eyes glued shut, not willing yourself strong enough to open them - your voice coming out strong as you spoke.

“You won’t get me this time, Vecna. Stop trying to use my dead boyfriend to break me.”

Silence filled the air before you felt slime creep up your face, a sticky finger sliding down your cheek.

“Oh but Y/N, I don’t have to break you. You’re already there, aren’t you?”

Taking a deep breath you tried to ignore his words, knowing that while they were true - you had to focus to get yourself out of this predicament.

“Billy would never say those things,” you spat, finally opening your eyes to look at the monster above you. “He loved me too much. He knew I tried to save him. You will never know what that feels like.”

With all the might in your body, you forced yourself to push him away - beginning to run in the opposite direction where you could see a bright light in the distance. Your Converse slid against the grime on the ground - almost losing your footing once or twice but you persevered, even with Vecna sending images of Billy after you. 

It seemed like an eternity before you reached the light, pushing yourself through it only to be caught by the gentle arms of Steve who had tied you to his back with his jacket as he climbed the rope. The both of you laid on the mattress as you began to sob - hands desperately gripping onto Steve as if you were making sure it was really him. 

You knew that wasn’t the end - that Vecna would keep trying to come after you until he got what he wanted. But you were just glad to be safe, even if it wasn’t for long.

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[dustcommander]

Eddie writes silly little ditties and funny limericks for and about Steve while they’re just laying around Eddie’s room and he’s messing around on his guitar.

He’s written Steve serious, gut wrenching love ballads and Steve loves them with all the love that he has in him but the short silly little songs about how he has bed head and the legends of Steve “The Hair” Harrington are not to be trusted or about how Steve uses his E-Break even when parked on flat surfaces or how they saw a cute frog while on a walk in the woods earlier that morning make Steve smile and giggle like the sun and so obviously Eddie never stops, just because the way Steve lights up makes his heart swell.

#steddie headcanon #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #stranger things #stranger things headcannon #one time eddie wrote a song about how Steve’s second toe is bigger than the first and Steve smacked him with a pillow #sometimes Steve will giggle about the songs when he’s at work or something and Robin will beg him to tell her what he’s laughing about #he never tells her