Eddie who's from some mob family who ends up kidnapping the son of one of the rich families in Hawkins.
Steve Harrington.
Because his parents have royally fucked up with them and thus their son is taken for ransom.
Steve Harrington is both everything and nothing Eddie expects.
He throws a tennis ball at the wall to keep himself occupied.
He doesn't say much but he does look at Eddie as if to say really? This is your plan?
Which annoys Eddie who thus annoys him back.
Like the professional he is.
He doesn't beg to be let free or even look upset about it. If anything Steve's rather impassive to most things.
Doesn't touch the food Wayne gives him until Eddie genuinely asks him to plz eat it.
Even than he pokes at it while he eats.
And yet hes the single most bitchiest individual Eddie's ever met.
But clams up like he remembers he's not a friend but a prisoner.
It takes all Eddie has not to urge him to keep talking.
"There not going to pay you." Says Steve one day out of nowhere.
He says it so nonchalantly like it in enough itself isn't devastating.
Eddie checks the calendar, he knows if he'd been missing this long Wayne would have threatened and gone though with multiple murders.
He had.
He would do anything for Eddie.
So why... Why wouldn't Steve's parents come back for him?
"How... Would I get them to show up?"
Steve laughs, it's the first laugh he's had since he got here and Eddie wants to hug him.
"When you figure it out, let me know."
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✨ Thoughts while listening to Taylor Swift ✨
Steve trying his absolute hardest not to fall for Eddie. Because he knows Eddie’s destiny. Knows that he’s meant for big things, that he’s going places and will be successful in the future.
That Eddie’s meant for more than him.
So, Steve tries his best to keep his heart from falling.
When the last of Eddie’s friends graduate and all of them are packed up, ready to get the hell out of Hawkins, Steve’s there to wish them a goodbye and to take the world by storm.
He’s hugging Eddie tight, feeling his eyes burn from holding back the tears. Trying to enjoy the closeness and warmth, trying to keep the sob back that’s wanting to break free.
“Stevie…”
Shaking his head, he squeezes Eddie and pull away, “don’t, Eds.” He can’t look Eddie in the eye longer than a second, he smiles tight with a few tears finally falling, “take the world on, Rockstar. I’ll be watching, promise”
Eddie wipes his eyes, smiles and opens his mouth a few times before giving up and taking a step closer to him to press a kiss to his cheek before turning around and meeting back up with of his friends. The van is filled with all their things, soon it’s filled with Eddie’s friends and Eddie himself.
Waving, Steve keeps up the smile and it’s only once the van isn’t in his vision that it fully hits him.
That he failed.
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Oh, hello 👋
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Steve's Parents Are Dead
The angsty parent fic suggested by @newtstabber! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!
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Steve never had a great relationship with his parents. Both his mother and his father were raging workaholics that didn’t want to put their careers on hold to raise a child at home. Not when they could be socializing with new clientele, expanding their businesses, and enjoying their lives. He was raised as a child by a revolving door of nannies with infrequent visits from his parents.
Steve knew they loved him though. Whenever they were in Hawkins for more than a few days at a time, his dad would take him to play basketball at the park or to practice swimming laps in the pool. His mother would cook him her famous spaghetti with the sauce no one else’s ever compared to. He could tell they cared, they just had a hard time showing it. Their jobs would always take priority over Steve, their pride and joy rested with their work instead of their son.
But that was alright. Their love language was gift giving and he could feel the love whenever he found an envelope of cash on the table or a new polo shirt gifted upon their return. It became apparent before he even truly realized that even though they loved him, they didn’t love him enough to discover his own love language. The concepts of quality time or words of affirmation were as cold as distant as they were.
They could be assholes sometimes, especially with regard to his minor teenage delinquencies. But he knew they cared. When his dad screamed at him for drinking underage, he thought he was an asshole. Even more so when he got grounded after letting Barb disappear from his own backyard. Afterwards though when his dad pulled him in for a tight hug and murmured that he loved him and needed him to be careful, Steve felt bad for calling him names to his friends.
When his mom rushed to take a red-eye flight back to Hawkins when she heard about Steve’s ‘fight’ with Billy and cuddled up next to him in the hospital bed, Steve had never felt more loved. She called off work for weeks just to make sure he was okay and fully recovered from his concussion before she went on her next business trip. His parents weren’t the best and they weren’t winning any parenting awards but they continuously proved how much they loved him. They were all Steve had and he loved them dearly despite their faults and his occasional teenage angst.
It all changed in one day. All it took was a drunk driver veering onto the wrong side of the road and Steve was an orphan.
He always knew there was distance between them but in death it became insurmountable. The weekly calls with his mother were gone. The sports discussions and talks about girls with his dad were nevermore. Steve was well and truly alone. His parents were dead, his old friends hated him, and his ex-girlfriend that he still loved had left him for another guy. All he had was himself in a too-big house with a too-empty heart.
He couldn’t sleep and he certainly couldn’t focus on college applications. So, he bought some weed from Munson and started filling out work applications after graduation.
From the day he found out about his parents’ deaths, he didn’t speak of them at all. He didn’t need the pity of his teachers, his ex-girlfriend and the guy she cheated on him with, and he certainly didn’t need comfort from the kids. He zipped his lips and carried on as if nothing had happened. No one needed to know that he cried himself to sleep or that he had to take down all of the family photos to function. Who would care enough to ask anyways?
The Party noticed eventually. Everyone had noticed that Steve’s parents didn’t come up in conversation but no one ever had the guts to ask why. He’d say comments every now and again but they all lead to more questions. None of them had ever met his parents and really, none of them could even remember seeing them around Hawkins either. They all had their own theories but they were too scared of the truth to speculate on them.
Nancy had heard about the senior Harringtons exactly once. When she’d first gone to the police about Barb’s disappearance, Steve had begged her not to mention the alcohol that had been at the party. He’d seemed really worried about his dad finding out he was drinking and at the time, she couldn’t focus past the fact that he seemed to care more about getting in trouble with his dad than he did about finding Barb. Whenever she thought about the fear on his face back then or the closed off expression he developed now when the topic of family came up, she felt a deep dread in her stomach. Something wasn’t right here but she never wanted him to feel neglected or let down so she never brought them up to him.
Robin had only heard a single comment from Steve about his parents and she wasn’t 100% sure if she actually heard it or if it was her imagination. When she and Steve were tied back to back in the underground Russian lair, he mentioned something about ‘maybe seeing his parents again’ when she asked if he was dying over there. She took it to mean that Steve really wanted to see them when they busted out of there. But then when everyone else involved in the mall fire had their families surrounding them, she saw Steve sitting alone on the curb pressing an ice pack to his head. When she saw him next and asked about his parents, he had a grimace on his face and changed the subject. She never brought it up again. It wasn’t her place to speculate and talking about it obviously hurt her best friend so she made sure to avoid talking about familial topics much in general. She had some thoughts but refused to voice them in fear of discovering something they couldn’t come back from.
Dustin was perhaps the only person Steve had spoken to about his parents at any length. On one occasion, he was lectured on the importance of family by Steve when he told his mom he hated her in an argument in front of him. It had been a long day and he wanted nothing more than to eat his dinner in peace and quiet before going to bed. Steve was over that day for their monthly dinner because Claudia thought he was getting too skinny. Dustin’s mom was being a little more overbearing than usual, more suffocating and he snapped.
“Jesus Christ, mom! Leave me alone! I hate you!”
There was a moment of silence before his mom stood from her seat and bustled out of the room. When Dustin turned to apologize to Steve, he was already glaring at him.
“You don’t talk to your mom like that, Henderson. She loves you so much and after all you’ve put her through, I’m surprised. You don’t even realize how lucky you are! I wish that I had parents that loved me even half as much as your mom loves you. She does everything for you and you treat her like shit! Go apologize to Claudia right now or I’m not driving you anywhere ever again. Go.” Then, Steve walked out the door and didn’t come back until Claudia called him herself.
After that, not only did Dustin have a new appreciation for his mom but he also had a new hatred for Steve’s parents. They were off gallivanting around Europe or wherever else and Steve was being neglected back in Hawkins! Him and his mom made a point to invite him over a lot more after that.
Eddie only heard about Steve’s parents because he got Steve high enough that he lost his filter. When he asked what Steve always wanted to do, he didn’t know. “Man, I was always just going to work for my dad’s company, you know? Just-just take the easy way out and work for my old man. Now, I couldn’t even do it if I wanted to. He’s gone and he left disappointed in me.”
Eddie had no idea what the fuck he was talking about but he assumed that Steve’s dad had left him and his mom while he went off and screwed his secretaries or whatever else rich white guys did. He felt a renewed anger towards the man. Jesus, Steve’s parents sucked and he deserved so much better.
The way the entire Party found out was of sheer coincidence. Hopper was walking through the cemetery one night on patrol after some recent vandalism reports when he saw some newer headstones he’d never seen before. When he got a glimpse of the names, he nearly knocked himself over with the force of his double-take.
Richard Harrington
January 22, 1937 - May 17, 1985
Martha Harrington
August 23, 1939 - May 17, 1985
What the fuck? That would’ve been before his ‘death’ at Starcourt. Hell, it would’ve been before Steve’s graduation from high school. Hopper needed answers right that second, screw the vandalism reports.
He didn’t expect to barge into a DnD session in the Harrington living room when he got there but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting his answers. Steve was standing in the doorway of the living room with a bowl of cheese puffs in hand but he turned to look at Hopper in confusion when he slammed the door open. “Hey Hop, what’re you-”
“Why didn’t you tell me your parents died, kid? You’ve been living here alone? What the hell, Steve.”
Apparently his friends didn’t know either because every head whipped to face him in shock simultaneously.
“What the fuck?!”
“How long?!”
“Jesus H. Christ, Harrington! Open book, my ass.”
“Woah.”
“Well that’s a little heavy for a Thursday.”
Steve put the bowls down on a side table before giving Hopper the most unimpressed look he could muster. “I didn’t see the relevance. I’m obviously fine on my own.”
“Wh-you-hnh… Fucking hell, Steve! That’s not the point! You lost your parents and didn’t tell anyone!” Hopper yelled in frustration.
“Oh my god,” Robin gasped suddenly. “When you said you might see your parents again when we were getting tortured, you meant you’d see them when you died! Oh my god, you thought we were going to die?!”
Steve looked taken aback, “We were getting tortured in an underground Russian bunker. Of course I thought we were going to die! Luckily for us, I’m always wrong so we didn’t!”
Gareth, Grant, and Jeff were looking between the two of them in shock. Russian torture? They were not supposed to be hearing that. Meanwhile the rest of the Party was focused on berating Steve.
“Steve, why didn’t you tell me?” Nancy asked him quietly.
He chuckled sardonically, “oh you mean track down my ex-girlfriend, the one that said I was bullshit and cheated on me, to cry about my parents dying? Yeah, I wasn't really interested in doing that.”
“You could’ve told me! You could’ve told Mrs. Byers or Hopper. You don’t keep secrets from the Party!” Dustin yelled at him.
“Why are you all yelling at me? Half of us weren’t even friends when they died and the rest of you weren’t around. So why are you mad at me?’’ Steve backed into the hallway wall, as far as he could get from the rest of them and hugged his arms around himself.
“Stevie, we’re just surprised. No one here is mad at you, we’re just concerned. Why didn’t you tell anyone they died?” Eddie comforted, walking towards Steve with his hands up placatingly.
“I told you my parents weren’t around anymore when you sold weed that summer.”
“Uhhhhh,” Eddie glanced nervously at Hopper who was glaring at him already. “Okay, let’s maybe leave that out of the story in front of the cops. Why didn’t you ask anyone for help?”
“I didn’t have anyone to ask. Look, I’m done talking about it. You guys can keep playing but I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
“Steve-”
“Hopper, unless you’re arresting me right now, I’m leaving,” he waited a moment and when Hopper didn’t move, he nodded. “Great, night guys.”
They had to talk more about it later and they’d have to apologize for their anger but for now, the Party would ignore how Steve went to bed and Eddie followed.
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wip wednesday 🎄
a lil bit of angst entered deck the family but come on, come on, it was bound to happen
(the fic's at 17k right now and i've got a little over 5k left before it's finished i think? anyway it'll be up 25 december)
“I have to go,” he says, abruptly, and blinks fast against the overhead light. “I have to get out of here.”
“What?” Buck laughs, looking over his shoulder as he stirs the pot of hot chocolate with one hand and reaches for the ladle with the other. There’s seven mugs sitting on a serving saucer right next to the stove; his favorite cup is right next to Buck’s. “No, you don’t. Help me out here.”
“You’re fine. You’ve been doing it all by yourself these last couple days, right?” Eddie smiles, tight-lipped and mean. “You’ll be just fine without me.”
Buck makes a sharp, hurt noise. “You heard that?” he asks, small like a scared child, as he turns around from the stove. His face is white and his eyes are big and kind of wet; Eddie can’t look at him. “Can we talk—”
“I have to go,” he says, again, interrupting whatever Buck was going to ask. “Bye, Buck.”
The sound that leaves Buck’s mouth is devastating. “Ed—Eddie, wait!”
Eddie doesn’t stop, even when Buck asks him to. He goes through the house, ignoring Buck’s calls and sidestepping Buck’s hands, slips on a pair of sandals, grabs his truck keys and a jacket off the rack, and then walks right out the door.
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Title: Nevermore To Leave Here
Written by: devirnis
Rated: T
Warnings: None
Catagories: m/m
Relationships: Buck/Eddie Maddie & Eddie, Buck & Maddie
Tags: Evan Buckley Whump, Kidnapping, Worried Eddie Diaz, Worried Maddie Buckley, Getting Together, First Kiss, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan Buckley, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort
Words: 10,211
Summary:
"Can you remind my brother that we were supposed to get lunch?” Maddie asks.
“Uh sure,” Eddie says slowly, confused. “But why don’t you just call him yourself?”
“I did, a couple times, but he didn’t answer. I assumed he was still with you?”
Eddie thinks back to last night, to Buck specifically making plans to go back to his own place so he wouldn’t be late for lunch with Maddie. Buck had texted him when he got home, just a simple night :) that still made Eddie’s heart flutter, so obviously Buck had made it back to the loft… But there haven’t been any texts from Buck all morning. Not that that is necessarily unheard of, but especially over the last few weeks it’s become rarer and rarer for even a few hours to go by without Eddie’s phone dinging with a message notification from Buck.
A small tendril of worry curls around Eddie’s ribs.
BTHB: locked up & left behind
My notes: Incredible Whump! Had me on the edge of my seat. Also loved seeing Maddie and Eddie team up!
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