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Hi I’m really enjoying your work and was wondering if you are taking requests? If so I do have an idea, it’s based on the song Love grows by Edison Lighthouse where the reader is Eddie’s younger sister but is a flower child/hippie instead of a metal head and Steve is falling in love with her even though they are way way different? I totally understand if your swamped with requests or if your not interested, but thank you for your time!!!

As soon as I read this request I knew I needed to enlist the help of @munson-blurbs because she is an expert on all things hippie and vegan because she is one and I love her so dearly. We collaborated on this together, but she ended up doing most of it, which I will forever be thankful and grateful for. So give Bug some love, because she deserves all of it! Also, I really fell in love with older protective brother Eddie

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard also made by @munson-blurbs 💚

It’s a beautiful day, your first summer in Hawkins. Ever since you’d discovered that you had an older half-brother, the two of you had been getting to know each other. It was weird; sharing a bond by having the same dad, but never having met before in your twenty-two years of life. You’d been dreading moving back in with your mom after your college graduation, so when Eddie offered to let you stay with him for the summer, you’d gladly accepted. You’d even scored a sweet nannying gig for one of the families in the apartment building you’re living in as a way to make some cash before you start teaching full-time in the fall.

You’re watching the two kids run around on the playground at the nearby park. You’d incorrectly assumed that the girls would be completely worn out after your long day at the zoo yesterday, but they’re running around like little maniacs.

“Y/N!” Emily, the younger one, calls out to you. “Watch me on the monkey bars!” You grin and give her a thumbs-up while she swings back-and-forth, giggling wildly.

You feel a tug on your DIY cutoffs and look down to see Emily’s eight-year-old sister, Jessie, looking up at you expectantly. “I wanna play what he’s playing,” she reports, pointing to a young man, about your age, shooting hoops at the basketball court. Before you can stop her, she takes off running. Emily flings herself off of the monkey bars and chases after her sister.

“Girls! Wait!” you shout, but they beat you to the court. As you get closer, you see that the guy is shirtless, sweat dripping from his chest, and you feel yourself blush.

“Can we play with you?” Emily asks him, looking up through her big blue eyes.

You take her hand and are about to tell her that she can’t just run away from you like that when the guy crouches down to be on the same level as her.

“You like basketball?” he asks, a friendly smile crinkling the corner of his eyes as he looks at Emily.

“Is that backetball?” she asks, and both you and the handsome stranger smile at her pronunciation of the game.

“It is,” he says. “Do you want to try bouncing it?”

She eyes the ball hungrily, Jessie half hiding behind your leg as she watches the interaction. The man offers Emily the ball in one of his hands, but hers are so little that she needs both just to take it from him. She experimentally drops it and giggles in delight when it comes back up to her. Jessie, feeling slightly braver now that her sister has the ball, takes a few steps closer to inspect the fun.

The guy stands up and takes a step closer to you. Up this close, you can see the individual beads of sweat running down the muscles of his arms and his abdomen as they make their way to the waistband of his black basketball shorts. He’s beautiful, there’s no other word to describe him. You feel your heart start to race as if you had been the one who had been just shooting hoops.

“These cute little munchkins yours?”

It takes a moment for your brain to recognize he’s talking to you. You wipe your suddenly sweaty palms down the sides of your shirt, hoping the movement just looked like you were putting your hands on your hips.

“I’m their nanny,” you explain. “I’m sorry they interrupted your game, they just got away from me.”

The way he smiles at you makes your knees turn to jelly and you wish you had something to hold on to so you could steady yourself.

“It’s not a problem at all,” he tells you. He offers you his hand. “I’m Steve.”

“Y/n,” you answer as you shake his hand. His palm is warm against yours and you can’t help but notice how small your hand looks in his large grip. “Listen, you, um, you don’t have to play with them,” you tell Steve sheepishly.

He pushes his hair out of his eyes and laughs. “Nah, it’s all good! I used to play on the Hawkins High team, back in the day.” He turns to the girls excitedly. “You wanna learn how to make a three-pointer?”

You can’t help but giggle as they erupt into cheers, Steve giving them step-by-step instructions to dunk the ball in the hoop. You’d never been into jocks, but it looked like that was changing.

The girls laugh as they toss the ball back and forth with Steve while you take a seat on the side of the court to watch them. It looks like he’s given up trying to show them how to properly play and is now just being goofy and trying to make them laugh. It’s more endearing than you expect, and your cheeks start to get sore from smiling at them so much. Emily starts to run backwards but her coordination quickly proves to be not fully formed yet as she trips and falls on her behind. Her hands went out to catch her and from the whines you hear, you’re assuming she scraped them up. You stand up to go over to the little girl, but Steve is already there next to her, down on one knee.

“Hey, you’re okay,” Steve tells her. As you get closer you can see the fat tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Steve can too, and he says, “No need to cry. Just a little scratch, right? Here, let me see.”

He helps her get back on her feet and she holds both of her hands out for him to see. They’re scraped and scratched, but there’s no sign of blood.

“Aw, you’re fine,” Steve tells her with a smile. You shoot him a thankful look and he answers it with a wink that fuels the butterflies in your stomach.

Emily sniffles and nods her little head, her big eyes mirroring Steve’s own beautiful brown ones. There’s a tug on your cutoffs and you look down to see Jessie bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Wanna go back on the slide,” she tells you. Emily’s head perks up at the mention of the slide.

“Take your sister with you, okay?” you say as you pat Emily on the back. Jessie carefully takes her sister’s scraped hand in her own and the two of them run back towards the playground.

Steve stands up next to you and tucks his basketball under his arm.

“Thank you for being so kind to them,” you say.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all,” he says with a shake of his head. Sweat is making pieces of his soft brown hair fall onto his forehead and it takes a large effort not to keep looking at it. “They’re sweet kids.”

“They are,” you agree. “I’m a lucky nanny. Although we do have to work on the whole ‘not asking strangers for basketball lessons’ thing.”

Steve laughs at your joke, and you can’t help but beam back at him. “Well, we don’t have to be strangers. Maybe I could take you out for dinner tonight? Say, around 6? There’s a really good steakhouse that just opened.”

Your stomach sours at the mention of his suggestion; you don’t want him to think that you’re rejecting him. “I’d love to go out with you,” you start timidly, biting at your lower lip, “but I’m vegan. Don’t eat meat or any kind of animal products, y’know?”

You anticipate him calling you high-maintenance or weird, or a scoff at the very least, but his eyes just soften. “That’s really cool, actually,” he says with a grin. “Like, you’re just out here saving all the animals.”

“Not all of them,” you reply shyly, casting your eyes at his shoes. “But I do my best.” You force yourself to look up at him, feeling yourself melt all over again. “I’d still really like that date, though.”

Steve nods. “I’ll figure out a vegan-friendly spot for us between then and now,” he promises. “Let me pick you up?”

“Sure! I live in Candlewood Towers, over on–”

“Oh, yeah! My friend lives in that building; I know exactly where it is,” he says excitedly. You’re about to ask him who his friend is; maybe you know them, but you’re interrupted by the sounds of Emily and Jessie fighting.

“Gotta go break up that WWE match,” you tell him apologetically. “But I’ll see you tonight at 6?”

“It’s a date!” There’s that perfect smile again. If the safety of two adorable children didn’t rest in your hands, you’d stare at it forever.

You love your job, you really do. But it seems like each hour moves at half speed when the girls act up. Especially if you’re looking forward to a date with an attractive basketball player who is good with kids. It’s like Emily and Jessie sense when they’re starting to get on your nerves and always push it a little farther to see how far you’ll go until you break.

“Jessie Anne!”

She knows she’s in trouble from the use of her middle name, and she tries to hide behind the couch. When you start to count down from five, she scrambles out from her hiding place and comes to stand in front of you, eyes down on her feet and fingers fidgeting.

“Emily started it,” she mumbles.

You hold up your hand, not wanting to hear anymore.

“Ha ha!” Emily calls from down the hallway.

“Emily Marie, so help me God! Do you two ever want to go to the park again? Hmm?”

Before either of them can squeak out a reply, the front door opens, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You can tell from Jessie’s tensing up that she knows punishment will be a lot worse from mom than it is from the nanny.

“Hi, girls,” their mother says as she walks in the door. She catches the guilty look on her daughter’s face and sighs. “You’d better have been on your best behavior.”

The two of them glance up at you shyly, and you don’t have the heart to tell their mom the extent of their argument. “Just a little sibling rivalry, but they’re working it out,” you report, and you watch the girls breathe silent sighs of relief.

Their mom eyes you suspiciously, but she doesn’t have the energy to discipline them further, so she drops the matter and hands you your check for the week. “See you Monday,” she dismisses you, and you wave back at the girls when they stand at the glass door and say their good-byes.

You normally try to be considerate of your shower time, considering Eddie’s the one who pays the water bill, but it’s your first date here in your new town. You lather the shampoo and conditioner into your wild hair, knowing it'll be all but useless once the humidity hits it. At the risk of seeming too overeager, you carefully shave your legs, reasoning that it’s summer and you’d be shaving them anyway. But you know the truth.

Wrapping a scratchy green towel around your body, faded from years of use (and that time your brother spilled bleach on it), you quickly exit the warmth of the steamy bathroom. You have to pad across the living room to get to your bedroom, and the chill of the air conditioning always hits you like a slap.

“Bathroom’s free, Eds–Steve?!” You clutch the towel to your torso. Eddie’s throwing himself in front of you, blocking your barely-covered body. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Steve cover his face.

“Y/N…I’m not looking, but I gotta ask–why are you showering at Eddie Munson’s apartment?” The confusion is evident in his tone, and you realize the conclusion he’s jumped to.

“Dude, that’s my sister!” Eddie answers for you, ushering you into your room. “How do you even know–oh, shit. Is the cute girl from the park my little sister?!?”

Your cheeks warm at the idea that Steve’s been talking about you and referring to you in such an endearing manner. It’s so sweet that you nearly forget that he just saw you half-naked–but not completely.

“What are you doing here? It’s only 5:00,” you call out from behind your door. He wasn’t supposed to pick you up for another hour.

Steve hesitates to answer, so Eddie sneakily jumps in.

“Loverboy here wanted some advice on impressing the gorgeous hippie girl he met today,” he teases, though you’re unsure whether or not you or Steve is the butt of the joke. Maybe it’s both of you.

“Shut up!” Steve hisses through gritted teeth, and you hear a pillow smack into Eddie.

Your brother is persistent, intent on torturing the poor guy. “Oh, Eddie,” he mocks in a high-pitched voice, “she has the prettiest eyes and the nicest smile; I just wanna take her on the best date ever!”

“I do not sound like that,” Steve mumbles his retort.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Stevie,” Eddie says, “you should’ve heard what she said about the hot guy playing basketball who–”

“Eddie, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I will tell every woman in Hawkins that you have a micropenis!” you threaten. “And the guys, too, just to cover all bases!”

Thankfully, that quiets him. You slide on a pair of denim cut-offs and a light pink babydoll top. You run a comb through your towel-dried hair and spray some hairspray in a feeble attempt to tame it. After a few swipes of mascara, a touch of lipstick, and a couple of spritzes of your favorite flowery perfume, you consider yourself ready to go. You look in the mirror and take a deep breath, your heart still beating wildly at the shock of seeing Steve standing in your living room when you were fresh out of the shower. There’s still a slight flush to your face, but it looks cute. Like a natural blush.

As soon as you open your bedroom door you hear the two of them bickering, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m sorry I don’t keep you updated on what my relatives look like, Steve.” The sarcasm dripping from his voice is thick enough to cut with a knife. “But what about you, Stevie? Do you have any cousins or long-lost relatives that are hot as shit and you’re holding out on me?”

“Jesus Christ, Munson, it was just a question!”

“Are we ready?” you ask as you step into the room. Both guys shut up and turn their heads to look at you. You shoot Steve a pleading look as you grab your bag and head towards the front door.

“Be home by eleven,” Eddie says.

“I’m an adult,” you remind him.

“Um, don’t leave your drink unattended.”

“Dude,” Steve says, raising his eyebrows at his friend.

“Well, then…use protection!”

“Eddie!” Your face turns as red as a tomato, and you hurry out of the apartment before Eddie somehow makes it worse.

“Listen, I missed over twenty years of brothering,” you hear him call after you. “I’ve got some making up to do!”

Steve closes the door behind the two of you and you shake your head, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you say when you finally lift your head.

“Hey,” Steve says with a chuckle. “Maybe I should be saying that. I think I’ve known Munson longer than you have.”

“Technically, I’m ‘Munson’ as well, you know,” you say as the pair of you walk down the flight of stairs at the end of your hall.

“That’s so weird,” Steve says with a laugh. “Not like I think you’re weird! I just meant that, you know, there being another Munson around.”

“Steve, I knew what you meant.” You assure him with a smile and gentle hand on his arm. He takes instant note of how soft the skin of your hand is against him, and you find yourself wilting when you have to let go to get in the car. “Honestly, having a sibling is still kinda strange to me. I only found out about Eddie last year.” You shake your head, as if clearing the thoughts from your brain like an Etch-a-Sketch. “Enough about my brother. Tell me about you.”

Steve talks about how he started off as a cashier at the local Family Video, eventually working himself up the ranks until he was managing the branch. “I like being in the store, making sure everything’s running smoothly,” he explains. “Corporate’s not really my scene.”

You nod in agreement. “I bet your employees love you.”

He laughs. “Right now, my employees are the kids I used to babysit, back in the day,” he says, although back in the day was only about six years ago. “They’re home from college for the break, so I hooked them all up with summer gigs.” He clears his throat, briefly diverting his gaze from the road to your face. “What about you? How’d you get into the nannying scene?”

You giggle at his phrasing. “Just something I’m doing till I start my full-time teaching job in September,” you tell him, proudly adding, “I’ll be Hawkins Elementary’s newest first grade teacher.”

Steve’s face lights up at your achievement. “Well, if you’re anything like you are with the girls, your students will adore you.”

Blushing at his compliment, you quickly change the subject before he can notice your rosy cheeks. “So, where exactly are you taking me?” you ask.

“Oh, shit, right!” He bites his lower lip. “Honestly, I had no idea where to find a good vegan restaurant around here, so I decided on a picnic. I hope that’s all right?”

You take note of the picnic basket resting on the backseat floor. “You went to all that effort for a first date?”

“Gotta make a good impression, right?” He pulls into a spot near the picnic area of the park and kills the engine. He hops out of his seat, jogging to the other side of the car to open your door for you.

“So chivalrous,” you tease him lightly, and his cheeks tinge pink. When he takes your hand to help you out of your seat, he doesn’t let go; instead, he laces his fingers with yours. You open the back door so he can grab the picnic basket.

“There’s a blanket in the trunk we can sit on,” Steve says. You reach in and pull out a light yellow blanket, and you can’t help but smile.

“Yellow’s my favorite color,” you tell him happily, tucking it under your arm. “You’re already off to a great start.” The two of you walk hand-in-hand to a grassy area, setting up your picnic in the sun.

Steve unpacks the basket as you splay out on the blanket. “Is PB&J okay?” he questions nervously, breathing a small sigh of relief when you tell him you could never turn down peanut butter.

“Cool,” he continues, taking out some trail mix, clementines, and juice boxes of lemonade. “Oh, and the grand finale!” He dramatically presents a box of vegan chocolate chip cookies. “I found them at the health food store; dunno how good they taste, though.”

“There’s only one way to find out!” You open the box, fish out a cookie, and break it in half. “To new beginnings,” you offer, nudging his half with your own in a quasi-toast.

“These are pretty good,” you tell him while munching on the treat. “One day, I’ll have to bake some for you. Eddie says they’re the best cookies he’s ever had, and you know that man doesn’t mess around with food.”

Steve gives a hearty laugh, having been on the receiving end of Eddie’s food-induced wrath more than once. “I would really, really like that,” he says. You feel yourself blush, and you place your hand atop his, squeezing it gently.

You and Steve polish off the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and split the trail mix, swapping childhood stories. There’s something so comforting about his presence, and you find yourself opening up about being raised by a single mom–and the term raised is generous, considering she was busy jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend instead of taking care of you. Steve tells you about his upbringing: how he always felt his parents had a kid because it was “just something married people do,” like they were ticking off a box on a checklist. They spent all their time working, and when they weren’t, they were berating him for not working hard enough. “Even now,” he tells you, gazing into your eyes, “I manage Family Video, but my dad’s still on my ass about doing that corporate shit.”

You nod, giving him a small smile. “You have to do what you like, Steve,” you say softly. “It’s your life, and you can’t spend it being miserable.”

He hesitates before leaning over, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Has anyone told you that you’re, like, the sweetest person ever?” You can’t manage a response; every cell in your body is humming at the fact that this incredibly charming, funny, handsome man likes you.

“Have you been to any of Eddie’s concerts yet?” Steve asks after a few moments, nibbling on another cookie.

“Yeah, a few,” you answer, wrinkling your nose in a way Steve finds absolutely adorable. “They’re very, uh, loud.”

“Mhm,” he agrees. “Not really your scene?”

“Not at all,” you laugh, “but I like supporting him, y’know?”

He takes a sip of lemonade and nods. “So, who’s your favorite music artist?”

You gasp in mock offense. “That’s like asking someone to choose their favorite child!” you tease. “Obviously, The Beatles are incredible, but I also love Jefferson Airplane, Fleetwood Mac, Bob Dylan…”

“Damn, you really are a hippie chick!” Steve says with a grin. “Bet you would’ve gone to Woodstock if you were, y’know, born.”

“What I wouldn’t give to have been there,” you agree, sighing forlornly at the idea. “For now, I’ll just have to settle for the movie.”

“I’ll make sure Family Video has it in stock,” he promises, beaming at you.

Steve drives you back to the apartment; you both keep stealing glances and giggling at each other throughout the ride. He pulls up to your building and walks you to your door.

“Thank you for the amazing picnic, Steve.” You’re suddenly shy, unable to meet his eyes. “Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

“I mean, you said you were gonna bake me cookies, so I’m definitely holding you to it.” He tilts your chin up with his forefinger, bringing his plush lips to yours. It’s sweet and soft; you find yourself pressing on your tiptoes and putting your hand on his bicep, deepening the kiss.

“That’s enough!” a voice booms from the third floor. You look up to see Eddie scowling down at you both from the open window, arms crossed over his chest.

“Wanna mess with him?” you whisper to Steve, who nods enthusiastically. You turn to see your brother and give him a shit-eating grin. “Hey, big bro,” you start, “can Steve and I have the apartment for a little while? His car wasn’t roomy enough to try the positions I normally like.” Steve’s cheeks puff out as he tries to stifle a laugh, and Eddie’s face turns bright red.

“Wha–what?” Eddie sputters, and you and Steve can’t contain yourselves any longer, cackling loudly.

“I’m kidding!” you reassure him, adding cheekily, “the car had plenty of room.”

“Steve Harrington, if you touched my sister, I swear!”

Two months later, in early September, there’s a small crowd of people in your apartment for Steve’s birthday celebration. Eddie’s there; he’s gotten more comfortable with your relationship with Steve, save for the times he’s spotted you kissing and made exaggerated retching noises. Nancy and Robin are drinking spiked punch, catching up and chatting about work. Dustin, who came home from college just for the party, is chewing Steve and Eddie’s ears off about his campus’s DnD club. He’s already reassured your brother–twice–that the Dungeon Master is nowhere as cool as he is. Max is helping you put candles in the birthday cake, telling you about a protest she attended at Hawkins Community College.

“I never knew how fucked up the wage gap is,” she’s saying, waving her hands passionately. “I mean, forget about between men and women; have you seen the stats on how much less Black women make compared to white? And it’s even happening at HCC!”

“You should let me know when the next protest is.” You press the last candle into the cake and turn to her. “I’d love to go with you!”

Max nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, that would be awesome!” She grins, cocking her head. “I can’t believe Steve ended up with someone who actually cares about something other than this season’s nail polish color.”

“Can someone bring out the cake before Henderson tells us another story about his amazing new DM?” Eddie laments, rolling his eyes.

“I told you,” huffs Dustin, clearly irritated by Eddie’s whining, “you’re still the best DM I’ve ever known.” Maybe the third time’s the charm?

“We’re coming,” you call out from the kitchen, grabbing a lighter from the top drawer and flicking on the flame. Everyone bursts out into an off-key rendition of “Happy Birthday,” with Steve using his fingers to mimic a conductor. Eddie rolls his eyes at the cheesy behavior and slings his arm over Nancy’s shoulders. You place the cake in front of Steve and kiss his cheek.

“Happy birthday, Stevie,” you whisper in his ear while the rest of the group sings. He loops his hand around against your cheek, smushing your face to his.

Robin cuts the cake, and Steve devours his slice. “Babe, is this really vegan?” he asks incredulously. “It’s so good!”

There’s a splotch of chocolate frosting on his nose, and you lick it off with a giggle. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it? I love it!” I love you, he wants to say, but the first time he tells you will not be in front of his crazy friends. “I’m gonna grab another piece.” He cuts himself a huge hunk, spearing it with his fork and offering you the first bite, which you gladly accept.

You’re cleaning up later, wiping down the table and washing dishes. There’s no leftover cake to be put away; to your delight, it had been finished by the end of the party. Steve snakes his hands around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder as you scrub a plate.

“Did I thank you for the best birthday ever?” he asks with a smile, peppering kisses on your cheek.

“Only a hundred times,” you tease him, “but I don’t mind hearing it for the hundred and first.”

“I mean, what else could I ask for?” he continues, “delicious cake, my best friends, the girl I love…” Oh. He didn’t think that this would be how he told you, but he couldn’t take it back now.

You shut off the water and dry your hands. “The girl you love? Is that…”

“It’s you,” Steve says reassuringly. “I love you, Y/N. Like, I’m in love with you. I can’t even explain how happy you make me.”

You put your arms on his shoulders, laying your fingers on the nape of his neck. “I love you, too, Stevie,” you murmur, kissing him softly. “I’m so lucky that you’re mine.”

He deepens the kiss, moving his arms to the small of your back. You’re about to suggest moving this to the bedroom when Steve breaks the kiss suddenly and a wadded-up napkin hits the floor.

“Ow, what the hell?” he mutters, spinning around to see a disgruntled Eddie.

“No feeling up my sister in my house!”

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