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devondespresso · 9 months

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FINALLY

after NINE. HOURS. (NOT including meals and sleep) ITS FUCKING DONE.

A complete floorplan of the entire Harrington house. Including too much thought about random, throw-away lines from characters and squint-to-see-it background glimpses inside.

plently of stuff in the actual house is altered or straight up ignored in favor of following the fiction logic and because I Wanted To. A lot of this is motivated by my headcanons for the Harringtons and how I'm writing them in my fic, but I'm also certainly not an architect so it's by no means perfect. It is, however, unreasonably canon compliant in the few bits we do see.

Thought Process (for context):

the darker shaded floor areas are lower than the rest, some bits like the garages having stairs and some areas like the sun and dining rooms list being like a step lower. Windows are marked with dashes along the outside, sliding doors are two thin lines slightly overlapping, stairs change color as they diverge from the level we're looking at, and furniture is eyeballed so don't look to closely a the scale.

not all closets are labeled, just the ones i figured could be confusing. Steve and the guest rooms have closets i promise.

the laundry room and pantry are not the same size but by the time i noticed i was exhausted. so pretend they're both more reasonably sized.

i don't know what the floorplan symbol for garage door is and then i forgot to look so the headlights point to where the doors are and you can see them clearly in photos so yeah.

The general layout is based on the idea that the Harringtons are or were into hosting dinner parties and business meetings in their home, especially as a young rich couple looking for respect in their circles (Mr. Harrington taking on his father's business and reinforcing that power, Mrs. Harrington climbing her own social ladder and building an image).

So the house is laid out with hosting areas towards the right with the office big and near the dining room because it's more than just a workplace, it represents him as a businessman. In canon the entryway and living room both have very high ceilings and no second-floor above them, so I'd imagine they're also aware of how the top floor looks from below, hence the fancy double/french doors to the master bedroom which is in plain view from below. Steve's room and the guest room are's nearly as visible.

As for the kitchen and sun/pool rooms, I see them more as secondary hosting areas that aren't used as the main location most of the time and are more this background setting to these events that still feel rich. The kitchen is massive and mostly for dinner-parties and Mrs. Harrington's social events.

The kitchen and main bathroom's placement is based on a line Steve said to Barb giving her directions to the bathroom: "down past the kitchen, to the left". With the massive living room on the left and wanting to keep the dining and office close by, i interpreted the "to the left" part being like "find the kitchen, then turn left". And with the rest of the area being open-concept, the bathroom would be the only normal door over there and easy to find. it's a bit of a stretch with just that line, but it makes sense to me with the rest of the context for the layout.

the basement is similar to this, though not as openly displayed so I imagine its for slightly closer friends. Theres a garage door down there so I figured Mr. Harrington might have a cool car he shows off, like he's letting people in on a personal detail about himself. There's also a guest room down there (the only one still considered 100% for guests, more on that later) for those people.

beside the basement garage, there was originally one main garage that holds two cars, obvious Mr. and Mrs. Harrington's cars. I imagine they bought the house before having kids, so a third one wasn't on the mind but after having Steve they added the front one (either turning the carport into a closed garage or they never had a carport and added a whole new addition, up to you)

Both garages lead to the same part of the house, and that area is the only one besides the water heater room that is purely function over effect. It still looks good like the rest of the house but it's not made to be fancy because guests would rarely need to be over there if at all and it's not noteworthy from other parts of the house.

In my headcanon, Steve's room used to be a guest room, staying his room from nursery to present with Mrs. Harrington renovating every now and then. Its one of those places in the house that doesn't have to look perfect for all to see, so she gets creative and has fun with it.

The upstairs guest room is also unofficially Mrs. Harrington's room, based on a line where Tommy mentions a fireplace in "his mom's room" instead of "guest room" or "parent's room" or "master bedroom". I belatedly realized this could be a solidarity thing with Steve hating his dad and calling the master bedroom his mom's room, but that was after 9 hours of this and im not changing it but there you go. In this version, I imagine she leaves the master some nights because her marriage with Mr. Harrington is failing (cheating and all, I wouldn't want to be in the same bed with someone who cheated either)

the master bathroom was an executive decision, just looking at the house in canon and not having enough space in my first attempts, i decided the triangle roof part above the dining and office could fit a master bathroom.

Feel free to use or reference this in your own fics! Feel free to block out my furniture or walls and make your own version. If you share my image please credit with an @ mention!! (again, 9 hours) (thank you fhalsfhd)

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italiansteebie · 1 year

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Anger issues Steve? It’s never towards the kids or in front of the kids but any negative emotion is usually only translated to anger because it’s the only way he knows how to cope with what he’s feeling?

Maybe newly established steddie? Like eddie gets to see Steve’s anger up close, like maybe he hits the wall or break something? Something that’s not rlly considered healthy way to deal with anger and eddie freaks out bcuz woah red flag??? But they make up cuz I’m a sucker for it

Feel free to ignore this if it’s too much!! Love ur work, definitely my favorite to read ❤️

omg thank u so much, im absolutely loving this prompt and the influx of asks im getting its great!

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anger is not steve's friend.

it makes him violent in a way that reminds him of his father and he is anything but that.

but there are things that make him tick, and he just...

explodes.

he knows it's not healthy, and he knows he needs to work on it, and he is! but these things take time and unfortunately for him, that's taking longer than it is for eddie to experience steve when hes angry.

realistically, eddie knows that steve has some... violent tendencies when it comes to anger. hell, he chewed on a bat from hell and ripped it in half, and that was from fear.

there was an inkling in eddie's mind that these violent tendencies weren't just reserved for times of life or death.

so when steve got off of what sounded like a particularly bad phone call with his father, eddie was only partially expecting the action that came next.

"fuck!"

and the next thing they knew, the phone and it's receiver was in pieces on the tile floor of the kitchen. "oh... steve..." steve's head whipped around to face eddie's from where he was in the doorway.

steve looked at him for a moment longer before picking up the majority of the receiver and chucking at the wall, both of them watching in curious fascination as the plastic and wires shattered like glass.

"steve?"

"what?!"

"woah, dude." eddie said, hands up in a non threatening way. he tried his best to hide the fear, he knows steve would never hurt him, but seeing this reaction in real time did throw him for a loop for a second.

and steve caught the hesitant apprehension on his boyfriends face. "oh, no. oh. eddie. im- im so sorry," his voice became thick with tears. he told himself he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him, but here he was with a broken house phone and his boyfriend looking at him in a way he hoped would never be directed to him.

"steve, it's okay..." eddie said placatingly, taking a few steps towards him. "no. it's not. im not him, i- i swear." steve said, backing away as eddie came closer, "eds. i don't ever want to hurt you." the tears were streaming with no signs of stopping now, and eddie sighed.

"i know, steve. it was just a little... different to see you like that."

"i tried! i try to hold it in and the he calls and fucks it all up! im working on it! i am, i swear. please eddie. i- i would never hurt you."

eddie could see the panic attack from a mile away. "steve, sweetheart. take a deep breath for me, please."

steve was breathing heavy and quick. "no. no. no." he was muttering under his breath, "i'm so sorry," he whispered, looking up at eddie with tears in his eyes.

and eddie's heart broke.

"stevie... baby. it's okay. it's okay, we'll work on it together, okay?"

"but im- im scary," it came out hoarse and terrified.

"stevie, you're more scared than scary. i promise. we can work on it together. we'll figure out a better way, so you don't feel like you have to hold everything in. that's not good for you baby."

steve let out a shuddering sigh, breathing finally slowing down, "okay. im still sorry though." he breathed.

"and i forgive you."

and so yeah, maybe steve has some issues with anger... but they're going to work it out.

together.

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lorifragolina · 3 months

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Steve's parents come home a day before planned and catch Billy at the pool with one of those crop tops (obviously pink)

#stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #Steve's parents

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worldsokayestbabysitter · 2 years

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His first memory of his father is a happy one.

They’re at the park, the one that’s less than a block from their house. Steve thinks he was 3 years old, maybe 4. He remembers how high his dad was able to push him on the swing and how loudly his mother had laughed.

The world used to feel like it started in their living room, nestled between his parents on the couch. The world used to feel like it extended towards the park, or maybe Melvald’s, where his mom would let him pick out a candy bar and stretch to his tiptoes to place it on the counter. The world was his mother’s garden, his dad’s office, and all of the secret places he could hide.

When Steve started at Hawkins Elementary, the world was the spaces between lessons, when they were allowed to take a snack break. It was the notes his mom wrote for him, the extra lunch money his dad gave him.

The world was Carol and Tommy, who played pretend with him, all of them chasing each other around the school yard at a dead sprint. The world was Tommy’s hand in his.

Sometimes the world was just Steve and his mom, spending weekends together at the arcade, dad far away for important work.

When Steve turns 8, his world fractures with a sharp crack. He’s not supposed to be awake, but his dad is coming home tonight. He waits at the top of the stairs, just so he can see when his dad walks through the door. He can hear his mom in the kitchen, both of them waiting in secret.

Steve waits.

He’s startled awake to muffled shouting. His parents yell back and forth at each other until a sharp smack cuts through the noise. It’s silent. Steve goes to bed.

A teacher sees Steve and Tommy holding hands. Tommy says it was just a joke. Tommy stops reaching for Steve’s hand, so Steve stops reaching for his.

—

Dinner with his parents begins to turn quiet. Steve talks about his day. His mom asks him questions. His dad doesn’t look at either of them.

—

Next time his dad has to leave, mom goes with him. Says it’s just this once, says that it’s important. But not important enough for Steve to miss school.

The babysitter they hire takes him to the park on Wednesday, but she just sits on the bench. Steve sits on the swing, stationary. His parents are miles away, and the world no longer fits inside of Hawkins, Indiana.

—

Steve is 9 years old, and he knows where the leftovers are and how to heat them up. He knows where the first aid kit is. He knows how to work the washing machine. He doesn’t remember the last time he went to the arcade with someone other than his babysitter.

—

For Steve’s 10th birthday, his mom helps him make party invitations for everyone in his class. She takes him to the arcade the day before, and lifts him up so he can help put up the streamers before everyone arrives. His dad’s office door remains closed until the parents start to arrive with their kids.

It’s warm out, so his parents let them use the pool and run around in the grass.

His mom spends the day amongst them, but her eyes keep drifting to his father, who sits on the porch a few feet away from the other parents. His hand is never far from his glass, which hasn’t been full of water for a few hours.

Tommy gives him a handmade card. The parents make a big deal about Carol kissing him on his cheek.

On the night of his 10th birthday, Steve lays in bed and waits for his parents to come tuck him in. He listens as the shouting starts, and the footsteps stomp past his door, and the door slams.

—

People in Hawkins treat the name Harrington like a magic word. Harrington is a sure fire way to make more friends. Harrington gets teachers off his back.

When he’s 13, Steve’s teacher tells him that his daddy is a good man, someone everyone respects.

His father’s picture with the basketball team is still displayed proudly in the Hawkins High main hall.

Steve tries out his freshman year and makes JV. His father buys him a car.

—

Steve is 15, and he hasn’t heard his father laugh in 7 years. He’s 15 and Tommy thinks it’s cool that he has his house to himself more often than not. When his mom is home, Steve cooks dinner and makes sure that she doesn't hurt her neck when she falls asleep on the couch. When he makes breakfast, his mother smiles and ruffles his hair like he’s 8.

When Steve talks, she still listens.

Steve is 15, and he can’t remember the last time he sat at a table with both of his parents.

—

Steve’s 17, and Nancy Wheeler’s nose scrunches when she’s focused. Her face gets red and her eyes go down when Steve smiles at her. She clutches her books to her chest like a life raft when he leans against her locker.

Steve asks his mom how she knew she was in love. Her eyes grow distant, and she clears her throat. Says she doesn’t know, that it’s getting late and that Steve should go to bed. The sun hasn’t gone down yet.

Steve throws out the empty bottles of wine that litter the counter before he calls Nancy.

—

When his parents come home and see Steve’s bruised face, Steve’s dad asks him if he won the fight. His mom won’t look him in the eye.

Monsters are real, but he hasn’t hugged his mom in two years.

—

Steve gets another concussion, but he’d do it again if it meant keeping the kids safe. Dustin’s constantly hanging around and it fills a hole in his heart that he didn’t know was there. He suspects it's been there for a while.

His eyes still search for Tommy in the halls, his thoughts still linger. It hurts too much to acknowledge Nancy’s gaze.

—

His parents stay home for a whole week for Steve’s graduation. Steve only graduates by the skin of his teeth, and he sees his mom’s real smile for the first time in a long time.

His father spends the whole day - the ceremony, the pictures, dinner - stone faced and distant. Steve feels like a band that’s about to snap, feels the weight of the rejection letters like a sickness. Not even the group hug that the kids force on him eases the tension.

When Steve’s father finally yells at him the next day, Harrington feels like a brand, feels like rocks in his stomach when his father spits it at him.

It’s a relief to be forbidden from working for his father. It’s for the best, really. His mom sits at the counter, wine in hand, gaze fixed to the window. Steve feels unmoored.

—

For a brief time, in the summer of ‘85, Steve’s world is an itchy uniform, overpriced ice cream, and Robin Buckley.

Robin Buckley, who glares at him suspiciously on his first day, who doesn’t hesitate to boss him around, who rolls his eyes when he flirts. Robin Buckley, who’s laugh feels like rain in the summer, who makes Steve laugh like he’s never laughed. Robin Buckely, who takes over the register when Tommy comes in, who doesn’t ask questions.

The job sucks, as far as lessons from his father go. But Steve and Robin gossip about the people from school who come in, and they make faces behind rude customers' backs. They make up names for the regulars. They complain about the heat.

The world doesn’t feel so big for those few weeks.

—

Things change. Steve almost dies. He feels pain like he’s never felt, he realizes he’s met his soulmate on a dirty bathroom floor, and the world almost ends again.

His parents come home and his mom hugs him so tight that Steve’s world shrinks down to the space between his mother’s arms.

His dad’s hand stays on his shoulder for a little longer.

He doesn’t cry in front of them, but he grabs onto his mom’s shirt like he’s 6 years old.

He doesn’t cry when they leave again. He doesn’t cry when it’s just him in the house and he’s flinching at every flicker of the lights.

He doesn’t cry until it’s just him and Robin, curled towards each other on his bed like parenthesis as he fills her in on all the other fucked up things that have happened to those kids.

—

Eddie Munson’s eyes are a deep brown.

Steve Harrington is walking through an alternate dimension barefoot, but Eddie Munson’s eyes are brown and his voice curls around his last name like it means something.

Even after it’s all over, when Max’s arm is wrapped in a cast and Eddie wakes up in his hospital bed surrounded by The Party, he still says Steve’s name with care and reverence. Steve feels breathless every time he’s caught in Eddie’s orbit. Feels like Eddie’s laugh could crack his chest open.

Steve’s hands itch to run through Eddie’s hair, to twist his curls into braids like he does for Max. It scares him, how much he wants to be around Eddie. He wants to resist it, to fold it up and shove it in a corner. But the thought of being away scares him more.

So he visits Eddie every day. Helps him and his uncle gather his stuff when he’s discharged. Helps Eddie up the stairs to his new house, and reassures him when he apologizes for being weak.

Steve helps Eddie wash his hair in the sink. He can’t get his torso wet yet. His hair is soft, and Steve takes his time getting the tangles out. And when Eddie kisses him, it’s not scary.

When Eddie kisses him, the world feels big. When Eddie kisses him, the world feels like it could fit in Steve’s hands.

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eriquin · 10 months

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Time Travel AU part 3

(part 1)(part 2)(master post)

Part 3

Mom was in the kitchen working on dinner when he came down. It smelled awesome and savory, like some kind stew. He stopped in to see what it was. She had a different apron on from the one she’d worn that morning, and she was stirring something in a pot.

“No roast today,” she said. “I made a big batch of chili so you boys can eat in front of the TV downstairs. I even got Fritos to crumble on top, at Dad’s request.” She pointed at the bag on the counter.

“That sounds amazing,” he said, grabbing the bag. “Should I bring these down?”

“As long as you know that if you finish them before the chili’s ready, there aren’t any more,” she said.

“Is there anything else I can bring down?”

“Maybe some sodas from the fridge and a beer for your dad.” She stopped stirring the pot and turned to look at him. “Are you hungry? You’ve been up in your room all day. Did you eat lunch?”

“Kind of, and yes,” he said. “I got caught up in something but I made a sandwich while you were out.”

She looked around at the counters, which only had evidence of her own cooking. “Is the plate still up in your room?”

“No.” He furrowed his brow. “I ate down here. I washed the plate and put it away.”

Mom looked startled at this. “Really?”

Steve chastised his former self for being so irresponsible and tried to figure out how to keep her from making a big deal about it. “Yes, really. No, I’m not sick. Yes, I really am your son. I just...” He sighed. “Look, I know that if I want you and Dad to be comfortable leaving me home alone, I’ve got to act more responsible around the house.”

She didn’t seem to buy it. “And you just woke up this morning and decided to do that?”

He shrugged. “I mean. I have other reasons, but kind of. Yeah.”

Mom crossed her arms. “Is there a girl involved?”

He winced. This was the time when he started getting serious about Nancy, wasn’t it? That’s what led to his involvement in everything. In fact, if he backed off of flirting with Nancy now, he could probably coast through the rest of things. Barb wouldn’t die in his pool and Nancy wouldn’t go on her grief-fueled monster hunt.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs came up from the basement. “Steve, the game’s starting,” his dad called out. “We’ve got a bet, remember? You don’t want to miss it.”

Mom sighed and tutted at him. “Well, when you make your mind up about this girl, tell me will you?” she said. “I’d love to meet the girl who made you decide to act like an adult.” She went back to stirring the chili.

Steve loaded up his arms with drinks and leaned over to grab the Frito bag with his teeth. Mom rolled her eyes, but didn’t lecture him about it. She didn’t offer to help, either. He struggled a little with getting the basement door open. Dad had gone back down the stairs and was sitting on one of big leather armchairs. He laughed when he saw how full Steve’s arms were, but he also didn’t get up to help.

It took Steve a minute to put all the drinks down without dropping them. He kept the bag of Fritos in his mouth the whole time, turning his head away when Dad tried to reach over and grab it. “Mmmph,” he said, before spitting it out at last. “No way. I carried it, I get first dibs.” He spread out on the loveseat, propping his feet up on the armrest. It was old, and he sank down into it.

The finished basement had been one of his favorite parts of the house. In the future, he used it more for movies with Robin and occasionally Dustin. They always complained about it being too cold and the leather couches being uncomfortable, but Steve liked it.

Mom called them to get dinner a half hour later, partway through the second inning. Dad raced Steve up the stairs like he’d done when he was a kid, with maybe some more forceful shoving now that they were about the same height. They filled their bowls and carried them more carefully down the stairs, wary of getting yelled at for spilling any. Mom came down with her own bowl a few minutes later, saying something about how she missed her boys and didn’t want to eat alone. She wasn’t a big baseball fan, but she sat and let Dad explain what had happened so far.

“So has Steve’s team won it yet?” she asked.

“They’re not my team,” Steve shot back. “I just know they’re going to win.”

“No, they haven’t,” Dad said. “They are one run up, though. It’s anybody’s game.”

“It’s really not,” Steve said around a mouthful of chili. “S’gonna be a shutout.”

“Uh-huh.” Dad looked unconvinced. He shoveled a huge spoonful of chili and Fritos into his mouth before saying, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, kiddo.”

Mom pretended to gag and covered her face while she looked away. “It’s like you regress when there are sports on,” she said. “Okay, I’m done. Enjoy your game. Remember, it’s a school night.”

“Awww, Mom,” Steve said.

“Come on, honey,” Dad added. “He spent all day doing his homework just so he could watch the game with his dear old dad. I think he’ll be fine staying up late just this once.”

Mom rolled her eyes and tutted at them both. “You know, you have work in the morning, too.”

“Yeah, but I’m the boss,” Dad said. “I’m allowed to come in late. Heck, my team will thank me for it.”

Dad relaxed more after Mom left. At the bottom of the fourth inning, he sent Steve upstairs for a couple more beers and handed one back to him when he brought them down. Steve raised his eyebrows and glanced at the stairs. Even given the shenanigans of whatever time travel nonsense was going on, this wasn’t his first beer. It wasn’t even the first one his dad had given him, but they liked to treat it like something contraband. It made the whole thing more fun.

After the Orioles scored what Steve knew was their last run in the fifth inning, he spent the rest of the game feeling nervous that it wasn’t going to happen the way he remembered. Dad let him have a second beer and kept yelling at the Phillies to get a damn hit already. Steve pumped his fist every time they struck out. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but this was proving to him that things would happen just the way they had before. It ended just as he’d predicted, with a shutout. Dad threw his hands up in the air

“Unbelievable,” Dad said as they started picking up all their cans and other trash.

“I know, right?” Steve had gone up to get a garbage bag for everything, while Dad stacked the plates up.

Dad sighed. “I should’ve called my bookie.”

“You have a bookie?”

“Okay, I should’ve found a bookie.” Dad laughed. “How did you know? Seriously, did you have a vision or something?

Steve grinned at him as he let him go first up the stairs. “No vision, no,” he lied. “It just kind of occurred to me this morning and I decided to roll with it. Like, a little voice in my head said ‘wouldn’t it be funny if...’ and then I said it out loud and I couldn’t back down.”

“Well, if that little voice speaks up again, you tell me,” Dad said. He put the dishes in the sink and took the garbage bag from Steve. “I’ll find a way to put real money on it and you’ll be set for college.”

Something must’ve shown on his face at the mention of college. He had a hard time hiding things when he was a little buzzed. Dad stopped him from walking off and asked what was wrong.

“It’s just... What if I end up not getting into college?” he asked. “Like, what if something happened and it didn’t work out?”

Dad spun the garbage bag to close it and tie it off. “What do you think’s going to happen?” he asked. “That little voice speaking up again already?”

Steve rubbed his eyes. “No, nothing like that,” he said. “I just think about it, sometimes. I don’t even know what I’d study in college, you know? My grades aren’t great and I play basketball okay but so does everyone else I know. It’s not like I’m six foot three and beating the recruiters off with a bat.” He sighed heavily.

“Okay, this is a deeper conversation than I’m prepared to have after a six pack and a lost bet,” Dad said. He ruffled Steve’s hair. “Let’s talk about it in the morning, all right? Your mom was right. It’s a school night.”

Steve nodded and said good night, heading up the stairs as his dad took care of the garbage. He changed into familiar pajamas, and looked out the window at the pool. It wasn’t haunted yet, but it still bothered him. If this was all a weird dream, he was probably going to wake up back at the Henderson’s. If it wasn’t, then he’d have to go back to high school tomorrow. He didn’t know if he’d be able to change anything, but if there was a chance, he wanted to take it.

#time travel #stranger things #steddie #my writing #steve's parents #i don't pretend to know a lot about baseball #i used to like the orioles though

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ladykailitha · 9 months

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OK so this one might be a little out there, but follow me on this brain worm that I've been stuck with for a few days now with. We have never canonically seen either of the older Harrington's. We've also never seen Dr. Brenner in a personal private life setting. That being said, what would happen if Dr. Brenner was Mr. Harrington?

Oh no. Don't do this to me nonny...I've got my own ideas on who daddy Harrington is and it's juicy.

Back when I was first getting into the Steddie brainrot someone posted that in 1985 the head of the Department of Energy was a John Harrington. Yup the same department that ran the lab in Hawkins. Now this can go one of two ways.

Mr Harrington was complicit in the creation of the lab and when things went to shit after season two was made head of the Department when a vacuum from everyone else being fired or dead. Knows Steve is involved, but doesn't care. Is also the reason for Steve not getting a job at his work, because as far as Daddy is concerned, Steve was part of the Scooby gang that fucked up a good experiment going.

Or if you want to believe that Harringtons don't suck, that back in 1978 Mrs Harrington (a lawyer in my head but could be a journalist or just a nosy Parker) got to digging into the lab so close their home and the DoE freaked and started sending Daddy on trips all over the country and maybe even the world to keep him from looking at the lab too closely.

Mrs Harrington was fed lies about her husband's infidelity (as in there never were any indiscretions, she just was told there were) and started going with him on trips to keep a tighter rein on him. Every time some shit went down in Hawkins, the DoE would make sure the Harringtons never found out and any phone calls about Steve's health were rerouted and they never got them.

In the wake of the 'gas leak' at the lab, Mr Harrington was made in charge of the DoE, which actually allowed the government to cover it up better because now they could send him overseas to other countries for longer periods of time while they operated under his nose.

Cut to Steve in the aftermath of Vecna, hiding how badly he was hurt, because he's. Just. Like. That. And his parents come home.

Mrs Harrington calls out to Steve, but he doesn't answer. So she goes up to his room, to find that he has a high temperature and burns her fingers to touch. She calls out to Mr Harrington who comes running. Mr Harrington scoops Steve up and carries him out to the car. He rushes Steve to the hospital and manages to save Steve in time, if he had been only ten minutes later, Steve would have succumbed to his injuries.

The Party rushes to Steve's side when they hear he's in the hospital and the Harringtons meet Steve's new friends. They are shocked to learn that they're all still in school and that's why they didn't know Steve was as bad as he was.

Robin and Dustin are trying to explain things to them, but they are confused. Mr Harrington lets it slip that he's in charge of the DoE and he doesn't know anything about monsters and little girls with powers. Dustin pales at the mention of the DoE and runs to go get the new rescued (and resurrected) Chief Hopper.

Hop explains things to them in a less jumbled, rambling way that Dustin and Robin were doing. And they are appalled.

There is a lot more to that that gets into Steddie a bit, but I won't go into that here. But yeah. I don't think Dr Brennan is Mr Harrington, I think he's much higher up than Brennan.

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annachronisme · 7 months

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Steve has good parents AU.

an idea I find hilarious is where Steve's parents are good parents but most importantly they're massive giganteous NERDS but even better ? They're concretly dumbass.

I want a Mrs. Harrington - can I call her sophie ? Im calling her Sophie- who's gorgeous like hand down prettiest girl in town when she was younger but then she's goes home and she just like go full gremlin mode stained jogging headband and thick ass glasses and baggy tshirt. My girl right there is a bookworm that why she need glasses and she lounges in comfy close to read. She regret every day she did not pass the passion of reading to Steve. When steve told her letters were jumbing around the page and moving she said 'Oh yeah make sense.' Like I said : dumbass

I want a Mr Harrington - Richard ? Richard.- Ice man. Not a smile on his face, work centered, never talk except for works just as beautiful as his wife and then he goes home and becomes a man child(affectionate) like my man still don't talk but catch him on a subject he like he will neeeeever shut up. My cartoon man right there who wanted to draw cartoon too but had a shitty dad.

But I want some shade, I want SPICE. My two blorbos right there didn't love each other that much and thought the other would hate them or mock them for who they truly were until one day they discovered that daaamn. Living and loving your spouses is better when they let you enjoy the things you love ! And then they went into lovebirds mode. There's still not home often even though they try, my idea is that they're both from family that struggled with money for some times and want to provide eveything for Steve but ultimately forgot to just be there. But like post season 2 or right at the end, they get a call about Steve being in a really bad fight while protecting kids and they run home. After that they try to come home more often which always end up in board game night.

Can anyone see my vision ????

Imagine this, Nobody in the party ever heard of Steve parents even less saw them at this point they're not even sure they exist. The only one that vaguely met them were Robin after Starcourt and that's it. She didn't even talk to them she just saw a couple run in -ignoring Doctors and nurse- directly into Steve's room. Dustin at this point considered Mr&Mrs Harrington to be cryptids. So imagine their surprise when after yet another Upside Down apocalypse everyone reunited into the recently back Byers' House to celebrate and Steve didn't come. Then they started to worry and Joyce decided to call his house to check. And when he answered all she heard was arguing in the back and everyone's worry skyrocketed. Steve was very casual when answering and he apologized for not coming apparently he forgot.

Until they heard Steve yell back.

' Give me my money, you traitor !' 'NO!' 'You always do this' ' DAD! Give her your money you owe Mom !' 'NO! She's in JAIL. I'm not paying a CRIMINELLE.' 'Oh MY GOD' 'You landed on my PROPERTY RICHARD.' 'FUCK YOUR CRIMINELLE ASS SOPHIE'

and that's how everyone learned that No Steve's parents were not cryptid, dead or else and that they were very passionate about monopoly.

#steve harrington #steve's parents #the party #stranger things #those are my blorbos now and i will do whatever I want with it #I dont even know what a blorbos is #but now they are

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cauliflower-mac-and-cheese · 2 years

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Steve's parents seem like the kind of people to say that their kid has "special needs" and say it in *that* way.

#Steve harrington #stranger things #steve's parents

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lazylittledragon · 1 month

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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 11 months

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Steve's relationship with his mother becomes better after Vecna, especially after she reveals that his father is not his father. She also told him that before the wedding, he broke it off, and there were a few guys she had slept with. She was sad, so what? It was a few months after that Steve realized at a dinner he threw with his mother that she knew Hop very well.

"Is he the one that. . .?" Steve trailed off.

"Yes," his mother said.

"Hi, potential daddy number two!" Steve exclaimed as he pulled out a hair from Hopper's head and put it in a plastic bag.

"HEY!" Hopper yelled. "Explain to me what the hell just happened."

"About that. . .," Steve’s mother giggled nervously.

#stranger things #steve harrington #joe keery #david harbor #jim hopper #steve's mother #steve's parents #hopper is steve's bio dad #stranger things s4 #steve harrington headcanon

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that-ineffable-devil · 10 months

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Rainbow in the Dark | Chapter 7

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Author's Note: This was the first chapter I'd had to do from scratch for a while, since I'd had brief bits of story pre-written for the previous chapters. I'm still not sure I'm happy with it, but with no alpha- or beta-readers, we get what we get.

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter references the effects of parental abandonment.

Chapter 7: You Give Me Pale Shelter

“Why did you have to say those things to him?” Steve asked in a harsh whisper.

“What, the truth?” Tommy replied without looking at him.

“You don’t know what the truth is, Tommy, you never have.”

“Oh, so our Harrington runt has a little bark to him after all—I like it!”

“Fuck you.”

“Careful, Steve, people might mishear you and think you’re offering…”

Steve felt a heat rising from his chest, avoiding Tommy’s gaze, unsure if he was overcome with anger or embarrassment.

“You wish, Hagan. Everyone knows I have better taste than that.”

“Not if they think you were crushing on Jonathan Byers,” Tommy retorted, his voice a low but harsh whisper.

“That’s bullshit, Tommy.”

“Doesn’t matter—all that matters is what they think, right? So, what’s it going to be, friend?”

Steve ate the rest of his lunch in silence, not listening to the conversation Tommy seemed to be holding with himself. Every time Steve closed his eyes, he saw the betrayed look on Jonathan’s face. The constant hum of lunchroom chatter rose and fell, but all he could hear were Jonathan’s words.

Jonathan was right, he was bullshit. And he couldn’t help but feel like he’d thrown away his only chance at a real friendship—at anything real—and it felt like a deep pit had opened in his stomach.

At least he’d be able to honestly tell his father that Jonathan Byers would never talk to him again—a thought that made stinging tears well in his eyes. Tears he refused to shed in front of Tommy—because he now knew Tommy wasn’t above hurting him to get what he wanted.

Ever since that dinner with his parents, the dynamic between him and Tommy had shifted. He couldn’t be sure, but Steve hadn’t told Tommy about Jonathan—so he must have seen them in the library together. And, for whatever reason, Tommy must not have liked that—and he knew what a bastard Steve’s father was. So, he’d brought up Jonathan at dinner intentionally to get Steve in trouble—a resounding success.

But now, Tommy was all he had. He knew he’d never earn Jonathan’s forgiveness or trust again, and he was starting to think Tommy would sabotage any attempt at making new friends. And Steve couldn’t bear the thought of going through this again.

At the end of the day, Tommy’s mother waved Steve over to her car as Tommy got in.

“Hello, dear, I’m taking you home today.”

“What?”

While it wasn’t unusual for Tommy’s mom to drive him home, his mother always told him the morning of so he wouldn’t be surprised.

“Mmhmm, your mother called, and she asked me to drop you off at home.”

“Is…is she OK?” Steve asked nervously as he lowered himself into the car.

“Of course, dear, she just said she needed me to pick you up. I’m sure she’ll explain when you get there.”

“OK…sure.”

But as he waved goodbye to Tommy and Mrs. Hagan, Steve couldn’t help but feel that the house was even less welcoming than normal. The door was locked—odd, since his parents usually left it unlocked during the day if they were home—so he grabbed the hide-a-key and let himself in.

“Mom?” he called out as he hung up his backpack in the entryway.

He only heard the echo of his own voice in answer.

“She must have had an errand to run,” he muttered to himself, heading to the kitchen for a snack.

He saw the note before he was even through the kitchen door—a big yellow sheet from a legal pad with his mother’s loopy writing. Steve’s brow furrowed—it wasn’t like her to leave notes…but it wasn’t like her to not be home after school, either. He grabbed the note, removing the wine-bottle magnet holding it in place.

Steven, I’ve gone to retrieve your father from his business trip. He was supposed to be back Tuesday, and he refuses to give a reason for his extended stay. I apologize for not telling you I was leaving before you went to school this morning, but I will be back as soon as possible with your father in tow. Please take care of the house while we are away. There is money in the coffee can behind the cleaning supplies under the sink if you need food. Love always, Your Mother

Steve read the note over and over, the pit in his stomach growing wider with each reading. When he finally set the note down, he checked under the sink for the coffee can—expertly hidden behind bottles of bleach and other cleaners. He inhaled sharply as he peeled the lid off the can to reveal an obscene amount of money rolled and tucked neatly to the brim of the can.

What was his mother socking all this money away for? It couldn’t be a regular “rainy day fund.” This looked like enough to buy a brand-new car—and then some.

The pit widened.

She wouldn’t have told him about the can if she expected to be back in a few days. He checked the letter again, hoping she’d left a phone number he could reach her at—but no. She didn’t even say where she was going—and it’s not as though his father ever talked about his travel around him.

So, he was on his own.

For now, his mind corrected.

Sure. For now.

His parents were gone for two whole months—the first of many extended business trips. He received only one call from his mother the day before their return flight, letting him know when they’d be getting in—so he could make sure the house was clean and tidy before they arrived.

He knew she was warning him so his father wouldn’t have a reason to lay into him immediately on his return, but it still stung.

“I was worried, Mom. You’ve been gone so long, I thought something had happened—why didn’t you call?”

“I know, I’m sorry Steven. I’ve just been…busy…keeping an eye on your father.”

His mother’s voice was terse and quiet—strained, as though she was holding something back. Steve swallowed the sudden ache in his throat that threatened tears.

“Sure, OK. I’ll have the house in order when you and Dad get home tomorrow evening.”

“Thank you. You’re a good boy, Steven.”

Tears flooded his eyes at those words, so he gave a quick “I love you” before hanging up the phone. He pressed his palms into his eyes as though trying to force the tears back, refusing to let the last two months of abandonment wash over him.

They weren’t worth it.

After a few deep, steadying breaths, he started tidying the house for their arrival. Before tucking the coffee can back in its hiding place, he ordered two large supreme pizzas for himself and gave the delivery guy an obscenely generous tip with some of the stored cash.

He knew his mother would find it if he took any for himself, so he could at least give someone else a great night.

Steve would find himself living alone more often than not as he grew older. It didn’t take too long for Steve to piece together that his father was a serial cheater, and his mother was accompanying him to keep an eye on him. The arguments behind closed doors and the passive aggressive comments between them at dinner didn’t leave much room for doubt.

Steve understood why his mother was hurt and upset, but he didn’t understand why that meant he had to be left home alone. He confronted her about it one day, his father still at the office. It had started off calm enough, but his emotions quickly got the better of him.

“Screw Dad, Mom, stay for me!”

“I can’t, Steven,” she’d replied, unable or unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Why? Why am I being punished for his mistakes?”

“I’m not punishing you, Steven! I’m…I’m not even punishing him! I just can’t bear the thought…”

“He’ll find a way to do it again, you know he will.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t make it more difficult. And I can only imagine what the rest of Hawkins thinks…”

“Screw them, it’s none of their business.”

“Appearances are everything,” she said coldly, her icy blue eyes piercing into his own.

“…Well…what about the appearance of abandoning your kid?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, nobody thinks that. If anything, they think we feel strongly about your independence and ability to care for yourself.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a near-silent “whatever” as he left his mother to pack for yet another out-of-state trip.

At least she calls more frequently now, he thought to himself.

Yeah, to let me know they’re OK.

And to make sure you’re not hospitalized! She also refills the coffee can funds before her trips.

Steve shook his head. He couldn’t begin to imagine how she was keeping such a crazy amount of cash hidden from his father. He’d always thought the man was a bloodhound with a nose trained to sniff out cold hard cash, but if he knew, he kept it to himself. And that seemed unlikely as hell.

Steve’s freshman year went by in a flash. While his parents may have spent most of it abroad, he found it easier to cope when he didn’t have to deal with Jonathan Byers’ baleful glares every day at school. He hoped the guy would be over it by now—he didn’t want to put up with that freak’s antics next year. He’d decided Tommy had been right about him all along, and he was not going to allow Byers to ruin his sophomore year.

While Steve spent many nights at home alone, his weekdays were filled with school, students, and sports. And weekends? Well, weekends were for parties. This weekend was going to be the party of the year, celebrating the end of freshman year. He was supplying the snacks and location, and Tommy and Carol were bringing the booze. Tommy had also talked him into procuring some “party favors” for select partygoers.

Thus, he found himself in the woods with Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Steve had never interacted with Munson before—they ran in different circles—but he couldn’t deny the wild, shaggy-haired boy had a presence that could fill a room. He was impossible to miss or ignore—even when he wasn’t ranting at the top of his lungs about “mass conformity” and “the man.”

Steve didn’t know much about the guy beyond the rumors: that Munson had killed his father and got off on a technicality; that he worshipped Satan and ran a secret, underground satanic cult right here in Hawkins; that he was the son of Lucifer himself; that he’d been seen in Indianapolis getting cozy with some older men in a few clubs.

Steve knew to take rumors with a grain of salt, but Munson never refuted any of them. In fact, he seemed to embrace them, leaning heavily into demonic and satanic imagery. Steve didn’t know if that meant there was any truth to the rumors, or if Munson had just decided to flip society the bird and make a joke out of it all—both sounded equally plausible.

Steve eyed the boy warily as he approached the table. As Eddie hopped over the picnic table’s bench seat, his curly mane tumbled over his shoulders, brushing lightly over the black leather jacket and denim vest Steve knew he wore nearly every day. The vest was festooned with patches, badges, and pins that Steve could only guess were bands Munson liked—or maybe comics? He wasn’t familiar with either, really.

Eddie’s left hand was adorned with his usual enormous, silver rings—rings that, frankly, Steve felt looked a bit dangerous...but appealing. He couldn’t help but notice how the bulky rings seemed to make Eddie’s fingers seem longer, more elegant. His right hand held only a single, more intricate ring inlaid with a black stone gracing his ring finger. He wondered if it held some significance for Eddie, or if he’d just liked the look of it. He only realized he’d been staring when Eddie dipped his head to catch Steve’s eyes.

“Steve Harrington,” Eddie said with a smirk, drawing out the “e” in his first name.

The boy crossed his arms over his metal lunchbox casually, tapping out a rhythm with his fingers.

Steve cleared his throat, hesitant to take a seat. Eddie clocked his hesitation and a slow grin curled across his face. Steve was beginning to think this was a mistake—why did Tommy push him into this? He and Carol had bought from Munson a million times—why did it have to be him?

“Apologies, my liege, I forget my place—royalty always sits first,” Eddie announced as he placed his palms heavily against the table and rose suddenly.

Eddie removed his vest and jacket while he stood, the bottom of his black t-shirt riding up ever so slightly before he set them both down on the table. Steve felt his eyes flick toward the movement instinctively, noting the bit of briefly exposed skin along Munson’s waistline, then furrowed his brow—why had he done that?

Eddie bowed deeply, suggesting he should sit, and Steve clocked a tattoo depicting some demon being puppeteered by a disembodied hand running up his forearm as the boy held his arms wide. Moments later, Eddie caught his eye and winked. Steve cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“R-royalty? The fuck you on about, Munson?” Steve finally managed, though his voice cracked a bit, his throat suddenly hot and dry.

He shuffled his feet a few times before he approached the table. Eddie waited until he’d slung both legs over the bench seat before he rose from his bow and returned to the table.

“You are the King of Hawkins High, are you not?” Eddie replied teasingly as he sat back down.

Steve groaned and covered his face with his palms, a headache already growing in his left temple.

“Jesus, don’t start with that. Aren’t we here to do a drug deal?”

“Of course, as his majesty wishes! How could a lowly peasant such as myself withhold anything his king desires,” Eddie asked, placing his hand across his heart as though he were offended by the very idea.

Steve unshuttered his fingers to look at the other boy. Peering through his fingers, he saw Eddie’s eyebrows waggling in a ridiculously suggestive way. His entire body flushed and broke into a cold sweat—what the fuck was wrong with this guy? He shuttered his fingers again, hiding his embarrassment.

“So, what can this humble apothecary offer to appease his king?”

Steve dropped his hands, his face contorted in confusion.

“The fuck is an apothecary?”

Eddie laughed, loud and genuine. Steve flushed even darker in embarrassment—he didn’t like being ridiculed for his ignorance, and when Eddie saw his expression he abruptly stopped laughing, offering a friendly smile instead.

“Apothecaries were like medieval doctors, pharmacies…drug dealers. Nobody gets the reference, so don’t feel bad. My buddies keep telling me to stop using it, but it sounds better than ‘drug dealer,’ right?”

Oh. Well, when he put it that way…

“Yeah, I guess it does. I mean, most people would probably just look at you weird if you said ‘I went to see the apothecary today,’ but ‘I went to see the drug dealer’ gets a very different reaction,” Steve replied thoughtfully.

Eddie laughed again, and this time Steve joined him—though his laugh was higher, more nervous. Eddie mimed wiping the corner of his eye as his laughter died down to a chuckle.

“So, tell me King Harrington, what are you here for?”

“Drugs,” Steve replied bluntly, grimacing at Eddie’s use of the moniker.

Eddie snorted loudly.

“Yes, I think we’ve established that—what specifically?”

Post Notes: Much like Eddie's last chapter, we had a bit of a time skip to get to Steve's high school years--and I felt we'd gone on long enough without any direct interaction between our boys. It will be quite a while (in-universe) before they meet again, but don't worry--we'll be skipping over most of that time. Sorry it's so brief! I'd intended to go on longer, but once I'd reached that last line in the Eddie/Steve interaction, it felt like the perfect close to a chapter.

Chapter 8 Preview: Eddie knows the impression he gives off, but that doesn't mean words don't hurt. After overhearing a teacher's comments, Eddie lashes out during his lunch period--an action that would have unforeseen consequences.

Thank you to my readers! As always, likes are greatly appreciated and reblogs are both appreciated and heavily encouraged. 🖤

Credits

Bat dividers courtesy of StrayWords.

Fic title courtesy of Rainbow in the Dark by Dio.

Chapter title courtesy of Pale Shelter by Tears For Fears.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tommy hagan #future steddie #steve harrington backstory #steve's parents #the harringtons #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #fic: rainbow in the dark #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #read on ao3

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