#Single Mom Steve Harrington

[fandomlover1992]

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[trenchcoathunnybee08]

Happy Mother’s Day the the world’s best, most stressed, and hottest mom out there. Taking care of his little nuggets and doing it all as a single parent.

We stan a badass single mother who can pull off the mom jeans. Happy Mother’s Day Steve 🙌

[elliewithcellie]

maybe eddie or steve and fem!single mom reader with a son who’s SUPER shy and doesn’t talk much around strangers…but they’re over at reader’s place one night recently after they’ve been introduced to your son making dinner and having a cozy night in…

you’re making dinner and you hear giggles and neither of your boys are anywhere to be found…so you go searching and find them playing with hot wheels or figurines together and it’s just too sweet

This is just such a cute idea I can't handle it. I picked Steve for this. I hope you like it! wc: 1.0k

Dino Drawings

The knock on your door stirred you from your focus.

“Shoot,” you muttered. “Shoot, shoot, shoot.”  Boiling water threatened to wade over the pot’s rim, and the red sauce bubbled, spraying out onto the counters and your blouse.

A little hand tugged on the hem of your shirt. “Mom, a knock.”

“I know, baby. It’s Mr. Steve. Come greet him with me.” You set your stove to a simmer and headed for the door, your son following close behind.

Steve stood in the entryway with flowers in his hands and a trepidatious smile on his face. “Am I early?” he asked.

“No, no,” you sighed. “I’m late. These are lovely, thank you.”

Your son peeked out behind your leg, his eyes wide as he gazed up at Steve.

“Hey, big guy!” Steve said, crouching to his level. “Long time, no see.”

Your little boy stayed put, his eyes now on you.

“Say hi, Sammy.”

A small hi was all his little voice could muster up before sprinting away into the kitchen.

Steve stood back up and chuckled, shaking his head.

“Sorry,” you said.

“I’m not worried. We’ll get there.” Steve’s smile relaxed as he pulled you closer with his free arm. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, fleeting, but loving, nonetheless. “You’ve got sauce on your face,” he said as he used his thumb to wipe it off. “We having Italian?”

“A lame attempt,” you chuckled. “Come in. Come in before I burn something.”

Steve closed the door behind you and followed you into the kitchen.

“I can take those from you,” you said, hands out for the flowers.

“I got it, hon,” Steve said. “Sam can help me get these in water, right bud?”

Sam stood behind the table, barely peering over, and to your surprise, nodded.

“Come on, bud. Help me find a vase.”

You watched as Sam and Steve worked together to fill a vase with water. Steve cut the stems and handed them to Sam where he placed each flower carefully, one by one. They shared scrunched eyebrows as they focused on the task at hand. A warmth washed over you. Watching the boys distracted you from the food entirely until sauce splattered against your forearms.

“Ouch, ouch, shoot!” you grumbled. You wiped the sauce from your arms and sighed. As much as you didn’t want the cuteness overload to end, you had to finish dinner.

“Baby,” you called out. Both boys looked up from where they set the flowers. You laughed, your cheeks slightly rouging at the miscommunication.

“Sammy,” you corrected, “why don’t you show Mr. Steve your dinosaur drawings in your room?”

“No way, dino drawings?” Steve asked. “You’ve been holding out on me!”

Sam’s eyes brightened at Steve’s words. He remained silent but smiled up at Steve before zooming out of the kitchen and down the hall. He peeked around the corner of the hall and waved for Steve to follow him.

You felt as happy as Steve looked. Steve grinned ear to ear as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. “Alright, bud. Let’s see ‘em,” he called out as he all but jogged to catch up to your little boy. You turned back toward the stove, a smile refusing to leave your lips.

Thirty minutes later, the Chicken Parm was finally to temperature. You pulled the food from the oven. You grabbed three plates from the cabinet and set them down at the table. Seeing the third spot of your table filled pleased you to no end. You set out forks and napkins and dished out the spaghetti onto each plate. You relished in the silence, the lack of distractions. You finished setting the table and stood up straight. No distractions are a bad sign when you have children.

“Boys?” you called. No answer.

“Hmm,” you mumbled. You headed down the hall on your toes, sneaking around in your own home. Sam’s door had shut, but light peered through the crack, muffled ramblings permeating through.

You knocked and entered. Your boys looked up at you underneath a makeshift tent made of Sam’s comforter and a plastic hockey stick. Crayons of all colors and sizes rolled around over the construction paper that splayed across the floor in disarray.

“What do we have here?” you asked, hands on your hips.

“We’re drawing, Mom. Look! Mr. Steve said my drawings were cool, and that his favorite was the triceratops. I told him mine was the pterodactyl, and then I pulled out my crayons, and he said we should draw you one, and”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Your shy little boy going on and on in front of Steve, all thanks to Steve. Sam was comfortable. You kept your tears at bay as you watched your son be himself.

“This one we made for you,” Sam said. He held up a picture for you. In it was a long-necked dinosaur and three people standing next to it labeled Sam, Mom, and Mr. Steve. Above it, in different handwriting, were the words “I love Mom”.

“You made this for me?” you asked.

“You said the brontosaurus was your favorite, so I put us all with it,” Sam said smiling up at you.

“I love it, sweetie. Thank you. Now, go wash your hands, ok? Dinner is ready.”

Sam dashed out of his room, leaving you and Steve crouching under the tent. You rested your head on his. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Me?” Steve asked. “No, that’s all him.” He pressed his lips against your temple.

“He said it was your idea to draw something for me?”

“It was a collaboration.”

“Was it your idea to write ‘I love Mom’ then?”

Steve lifted his hand in surrender. “You caught me, there. But I made a mistake.” Steve leaned back to look at you. “I should have written ‘We love Mom’.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Your cheeks flushed pink, but you smiled, nonetheless. You leaned in and gave him a proper kiss on his lips for the first time tonight. “We love you, too, Mr. Steve. Now, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

Steve held you in your son’s makeshift tent for just a moment longer before following you into the kitchen.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Finding Forever With You - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Finding Forever With You

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Astrid (daughter), Reader's mother, Reader's father (Mentioned), Robin, and unnamed ex boyfriend (Mentioned)

WC: 5,000

Warnings: Post-Season Four events, Reader has a mother and father, italics, Reader is a single mother, teen pregnancy mentioned, very briefly mention of abortion, cursing, nicknames, banter, flirting, teasing, very brief mention of dresses, brief mention of crying, slight angst, and fluff

With your four-year-old daughter resting carefully on your left hip, you pushed the glass door of the Family Video store open, the bell above you ringing throughout the establishment as it closed behind you. Your daughter - Astrid - wiggled around in your arms, kicking her around her little feet as her bright blue eyes frantically - curiously - looked around the room filled with VHS tapes of various TV shows and movies.

She was lightly muttering the same part of 'The Final Countdown by Europe,' though she wasn't singing the actual words, per se... For the past week or so, she would only sing the instrumentals; your home was constantly filled with like 'dum-da dum dum da-da da da da's', and it didn't help that you often did the same thing. For the past month and a half, Astrid always sweetly demanded to listen to the song, so your house was constantly filled with that one song. But you loved singing with your daughter, and you never minded the constant singing, or the constant replaying of the song at home. If your daughter was happy, you were happy. And you were incredibly happy. 

Astrid was the light of your life. 

You were still so young when you had her. You had just turned fifteen a couple of weeks before you had her. Nine months before, you and someone whom you had trusted - your then-boyfriend - had been dating for less than seven months. At that point in your life, you had thought that you were in love... Or what you had thought love was as a teenager - that you and your ex would go through high school together and eventually marry after graduation. You had dreamed about a life living in a nice suburban home, with a white picket fence, and maybe a few pets... Maybe, eventually children. You hadn't expected that children would come quicker than you ever imagined. 

You often wished you could've gone back in time and taught your younger self the things that your not-so-there mother had not. When you had first found out that you were pregnant, it felt like the end of the world. You were terrified, for lack of a better word. You didn't know what to do in the beginning, sticking to going about your days until you figured out something to do - or something to say to your mother and your - at the time - boyfriend. Well, you had gained the courage to tell them only a month after you found out, and... It didn't go so well.

Your mother, though terribly disappointed, made sure you were taken care of. More so than usual, which slightly unnerved you. You were so used to her going off to Bingo nights, or falling asleep on the recliner during Jeopardy. You were not used to her actually staying home and spending time with you, albeit worrying over you and her newfound growing grandchild.

She did sit down with you, and you both had a conversation that included a long apology from your mother, along with a conversation that involved the possibility of terminating the pregnancy. Though, you couldn't find it in yourself to go along with it. During the month before you told your mother, you had spent many late nights thinking everything over. Yes, things were scary, and yes, you knew your future was going to change drastically, but you also knew that you could survive through it all. With that knowledge came a certain resolve - you wanted to keep your baby. 

And the moment you got to hold her in your arms - nine months later... You had never known so much love until you looked at your daughter for the very first time. The very moment you heard her cry, the very moment she was placed in your arms, the very moment she opened her little eyes... You felt like nothing else existed but this tiny, little person in your arms. Everything else was suddenly irrelevant. Though you regretted a lot of things in your life, you never, never regretted having your daughter. 

Now, the ex... Well, he became an ex for a reason. You had told him of your pregnancy after you had told your mother. And things did not go well. In short, he was not present at the birth of Astrid, nor did he partake in naming her, or her first birthday, or anything else after that. You didn't really know what happened to him, and you didn't really care. However, before you had to drop out of high school, you had heard from some friends that he moved to Hawaii with his family.

You continued to study at home, teaching yourself various subjects, and picking up books from the library when you had the chance. You soon found yourself above high school level before long. That, and taking care of a newborn, was enough work on its own. The first couple of months were hectic, but you - as always - survived. And with the help of your mother, who was more than willing to assist you and her grandbaby, it slowly settled into a routine for you. And for the next four years - now in your early twenties - you did whatever you could to make sure your Astrid was happy, healthy, and safe. 

"Mommy! I want a Disney movie!" Your daughter exclaimed in your arms, becoming a bit restless not being able to run around. You paused your movie searching, bringing your eyes away from the shelves of children's movies to look over at your daughter resting restlessly on your hip. You couldn't help but smile, seeing her bright blue eyes and even brighter smile as she tried to reach out with her arms, her little hands trying to grab at 'The Little Mermaid' VHS box on the lower shelves a few inches away. "Down, please!" She then asked, looking back up at you, her smile unwavering. 

"Alright," You nodded, lowering her to the ground, "But, please do not go far from me, okay? You can choose two movies," You emphasized the fourth word, watching as Astrid became more and more animated; jumping up and down. Before you could say anything else, she was off; going down the aisle, a couple of feet away, and still in your sight. You didn't have to wait long, before Astrid came barrelling down the aisle towards you, holding two VHS boxes in her arms. "Those are your two?" You asked and the young toddler nodded, her curls bouncing as she did so. "Alright, let's check out." You took the two offered VHS boxes from her, before taking her hand. 

Astrid took your hand with a smile, skipping beside you as you walked up to the checkout counter. She went back to humming 'The Final Countdown' when you gently tapped the small silver bell on the counter; the sharp ringing echoing throughout the store. You waited for a moment, hearing a door in the back open and close as you felt a soft tug on your hand.

Looking down, Astrid looked up at you, tugging your hand again for good measure. "May I have up?" She asked, and you nodded, placing the VHS tapes on the counter, and picking her up; resting her back onto your hip. "What is for dinner?" She then asked, making you hum.

"Mimi is making her homemade pizza," You responded, earning a small cheer from her, her arms stretching up into the air before wrapping around your neck. 

"I love Mimi’s pizza," She said quietly, leaning her head against the side of your head. 

You smiled softly before answering, "Yeah, her pizza is pretty amazing."

"I want a pep slice," She mumbled.

You chuckled fondly under your breath at her pronunciation of pepperoni, "Alright."

"Sorry to keep you waiting" You heard a voice, making you turn back to the counter and away from Astrid. You watched, shocked, as the Steve Harrington walked behind the counter. You did your best to hide your surprise, and you had guessed that you had done a good job since he didn't bring your odd expression up. You had known... Well, had known about Steve Harrington in your first year at Hawkins High, before you dropped out for the preparation of your daughter's birth. But, during that first year, you had known about him - and seen him out and about in the school halls. 

You remembered Steve as King Steve - the young teenager with a charming and energetic personality, one that lured in everyone within a ten-foot radius of him. He had the power to make all eyes turn to him, making him seem to be the center of attention. People seemed to gravitate to him, especially the ladies... He loved to spend time with his friends, leaning up against the lockers during passing periods, talking and laughing. He was the party king... Always at a party, no matter if it was a school night. He was carefree... Doing what he wanted, drinking what he wanted, smoking when he wanted... Being what he wanted.

You didn't fully care much for him then. He was loud, a bit of a bad boy in some of the teachers' eyes, and he was a bully. Though, despite yourself, you thought he was cute. Above all, you really liked his hair. Especially now, as you looked at him, you couldn't help but admire his hair... You wondered what hair spray he used, if any... "Find everything alright?" He asked, looking up at you after flipping the VHS tapes around to see their covers.

You slipped out of your thoughts quickly, nodding, "Oh, yes. Thank you." You shifted Astrid on your hip, adjusting her as you grabbed your wallet, "How much do I owe you?" At no response, you looked up, meeting Steve's confused gaze.

His eyebrows were heavily furrowed, his lips in a slight pout, as he simply stared at you before seemingly snapping out of his own thoughts, and letting out a nervous chuckle, "Sorry," He slid the two VHS tapes over, before looking back up at you, "Do I know you?"

You let out your own nervous laugh, breathing it out as you gave him a small awkward smile, "I used to go to Hawkins High for a while." You shrugged a shoulder, "I only went for Freshman year though."

With a smile, he snapped his fingers, "Yeah! That's where I know you! You had Mrs. Johnson's class right? Second period?" His brown eyes sparkled with recognition.

You nodded, your smile growing slightly, "Yes, I did. I’m Y/N."

"Y/N... Beautiful name." He tried out your name, and you had to admit, you loved the sound of it coming from him. Steve hummed before running a hand through his hair once, "I'm Steve, but you probably already knew that." His gaze then shifted to Astrid, who was peeking out from the sleeve of your shoulder, her little hand clutching onto your shirt. "And who might you be?" Steve's voice softened a bit.

Astrid, being a bit shy around strangers, buried her face against your neck, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Her name is Astrid. She's a bit shy around new people." You gently bounced her, your free hand rubbing against her back.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Astrid.” Steve spoke, continuing to smile, "Well, that'll be two dollars.”

~~~

Over the past couple of months, you and Steve had grown closer with every visit to return the VHS tapes. Each interaction was filled with laughter, each of you sharing your common interests; you found yourself spending a lot of time just standing at the counter, getting lost in your conversations with Steve; hell, you were also getting lost in his eyes, but you weren’t going to admit that to anyone.

It was evident that a bond was forming between the two of you, the usual anxious nerves in the pit of your stomach were replaced by something warm, something that made your heart beat a bit faster, and made you unable to wipe the smile from your face. You hadn't felt this happy, just talking to someone, in a long time. 

"How much do I owe you this time?" You asked, pulling out your wallet, only for Steve to shake his head.

"My treat," He began, "I insist, sweetheart." He flashed you a smile, and you felt your heart flip in your chest - Steve’s insisting had become somewhat reoccurring. Throughout the week, every couple of days, Steve would insist on paying for however many VHS tapes you wanted to rent. No matter how much you protested and insisted, he'd insist right back; ever the gentleman he was. In your head, the whole, "I insist," reminded you of the book 'The Princess Bride'. It was one of your favorites, and you couldn't help but be reminded of it whenever Steve said those three words.

Gathering the four VHS tapes in your hands, you smiled, albeit sheepishly; you still weren’t used to that nickname he started giving you only a month ago, "Thank you, Steve. That's very kind of you."

From the backroom, your smile widened slightly at the sight of Robin walking out, her backpack on one shoulder. She paused at the counter, returning your smile; though with a look over at Steve, her grin turned into a smirk; a knowing look in her eyes. “Hello, Y/N… Dingus.” She greeted the both of you.

“Buckley,” Steve sounded slightly annoyed, but after seeing the two interact for a while, you knew that was just how their friendship was; you thought it was funny - endearing - like siblings.

“So,” Robin looked over at you, “How are you?” She asked you, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Good, how about you?”

Robin glanced over at Steve, who had his arms crossed - impatient - her smirk widened slightly, “Oh, I’m good… Just heading home to work on some homework. I’ll see you both tomorrow?”

You could help but chuckle, “Probably, good luck, Rob!” You waved to her, and she waved back, leaving the Family Video. Turning back to Steve, you froze slightly, seeing the look on his face. You couldn't place it, but there was an intensity about it. Almost like a soft glint in his brown eyes - an unreadable emotion hidden deep in them. 

Before you could think too much about it, he cleared his throat, shaking himself out of whatever trance he had been in, becoming suddenly nervous; the complete opposite of his usual charming and confident self. “Y/N, I was wondering..,” He paused, swallowing thickly as he dropped his gaze to the counter, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. You waited, patiently, allowing him the time that he needed to say whatever it was that he had wanted to say. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in going to dinner with me… Or catching a movie?” He finished, daring to look up at you with those brown eyes of his, seemingly hopeful, though you could still see how nervous he was.

You blinked… Once, twice, feeling your face become incredibly warm and your heart begin to race at the very sudden and unexpected question; though, deep down, were you hoping he’d ask you out? Maybe.

As Steve shifted his weight from one foot to the other, waiting for your response, but your mind was racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, his charm and genuine interest in you made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt ever before in your life. And on the other hand, the thought of revealing your biggest secret to him – that you were a young mother to Astrid – filled you with a deep sense of apprehension.

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards Steve, but the thought and fear of him rejecting you once he found out about Astrid loomed over you like a dark cloud. What if he couldn't handle being with someone who already had a child? A toddler no less. What if he saw you differently, or decided that he didn't want to be a part of your life completely because of it?

You pushed those negative thoughts away. 'It would be nice to go out with Steve though. Maybe he'd take me to a nice restaurant... Candlelight, classical music... Or maybe he'd take me to a small diner down on Eagle Way. Burger and fries, maybe sharing a chocolate milkshake...' You let your mind wander, 'He’d drive me home, listening to ‘Soft Cell.’ He’d drive slow, to spend more time with me… Maybe even a kiss goodnight...' You knew that Steve was incredibly sweet, charming, funny, and so on, but going on this date would give you more time to get to know him better - in a more personal setting, and to see where this relationship might go. You definitely didn’t mind seeing where this relationship could go. You knew that your mother would probably watch Astrid for the night if you asked. And so, you decided to go for the risk. 

"Actually, Steve," Steve subconsciously held his breath as you began, his nerves sizzled, "I'd love to go to dinner with you." You answered, a mix of nervousness and excitement swirling in your stomach. You took in a deep breath and forced yourself to look up at him, smiling softly when you noticed the grin spreading across his lips. 

"Awesome- I mean, shit, uh, cool. Yeah, cool," Steve fumbled, trying to play it cool obviously, and failing spectacularly as a bright red blush spread across his cheeks and ears, his hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair once more. "I can pick you up. Is seven okay? Is Friday good?" He asked, trying to keep himself from rambling on too much.

You chuckled lightly, taking note of how adorable he was - his perfect hair as his fingers ran through the soft strands, his big, hazelnut brown eyes that shone with excitement as he grinned. You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep your voice even as you spoke; your own cheeks burning. "That works for me."

~~~

It took a few hours to figure out what to wear. From a cute long-sleeved dress to just jeans and a soft sweater, you chose the latter. There were other options too, but you quickly sent them out of the running. You knew that Steve wouldn’t care what you wore, but you wanted to look nice. This was your first real date in years. 

"I'm happy for you, honey," Your mother voiced from your doorway as you fidgeted with the fabric of your sweater. Your mother watched you, a gentle smile on her lips as you let out a sigh, turning around to face her. "You look beautiful," She told you, stepping into the room.

You hummed, grabbing the small pile of dirty clothes from your bed and tossing them into your hamper by your full-length mirror. "Thanks," You said, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to grow bigger with each step that you took and with each second that passed. "Is Astrid asleep?" You asked, staring at your reflection in the mirror, fiddling with your hair as your eyes met your mother's through said mirror.

"Yeah," She nodded, "Out like a light." She wandered further into the room, standing beside you; her arm wrapped around you, pulling you into her side. "I hope you have a good night out. It's been a long time since you've gone out anywhere." Her voice held a hint of sadness in it. 

You chose to say nothing in response, only nodding before you slid out of her hold. "I should get my shoes on... Steve will be here soon." You grabbed your bag, and your mother hummed, nodding as a somewhat sad smile graced her lips.

"Don't stay up too late." She tried to joke, lifting the small tension and your nerves slightly.

"I won't, mom." You spoke, giving her a small smile before walking down the hallway; she followed as you paused in front of Astrid's door. Carefully opening the door, the light from the hallway sprinkled in; you let out a sigh, seeing Astrid sleepy peacefully in her unicorn themed room, ner nightlight in the corner of her bedroom softly beaming a pinkish color. "I completely trust you with watching her, mom, but I can't help but worry."

Your mother sighed, "I was the same with you," She spoke quietly as you shut your daughter's door, "It was really hard for me to leave home without you in those first couple of years... But after your father… I'm sorry, again, for not being there for you in your later years. If I had only-"

"It's fine, mom, really." You paused at the bottom of the stairs, "We talked about this, I'm fine. Perfectly happy. Yes, I wish some things were different, but we can't change the past." Slipping on your shoes, you let out a small shaky breath, looking over at the clock on the wall. Five minutes to spare. Checking through your bag, you huffed, rolling your eyes. "Shit. I'll be right back, I forgot my wallet." You turned and headed back up the stairs. 

Your mother stood by the door, watching the upstairs landing for a sight of you, before the doorbell rang. She cringed lightly, hoping that the doorbell wasn't loud enough to wake her granddaughter. Opening the door revealed Steve, dressed in a striped polo shirt, brown slacks, and brown shoes; looking a bit more formal than usual. Your mother immediately smiled, seeing the two bouquets of flowers in his awaiting hands.

Steve hid his tingling nerves behind his charming smile, offering one of the bouquets - white lilies - to your mother, who's smile widened at the gesture. "These are for you, Mrs. L/N." He said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasures all mine," Your mother took a small whiff of her flowers before resting them carefully in her arms, "My daughter talks a lot about you. You must have made a good impression." 

"Must have," Steve let out a small laugh, his eyes then finding you past your mother’s figure, walking down the stairs; his expression softened, completely taking you in.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my wallet-" You paused at the end of the stairs, looking up as you stuffed your wallet inside your bag. "What?" You asked, seeing the way that Steve was looking at you, you bit your lip, your brow furrowed in confusion.

Steve’s eyes widened slightly as he watched you walk down the stairs. Then, there, Steve saw his forever with you. He cleared his throat before he spoke, "Damn… I mean, nothing, nothing..." He said, offering you the bouquet in his hands. “You just… You look beautiful.” Your eyes widened, at his words and seeing the colorful bouquet - your favorite flowers were situated perfectly in the light blue paper that wrapped the bundle up.

"Oh, Steve," You muttered, taking the bouquet and bringing it up to your nose, "These are beautiful." You inhaled deeply, smelling the flowery scent. "And thank you." You gave him a warm, grateful smile before reaching up and planting a quick kiss against his cheek. “For the flowers and the compliment. You look rather dashing tonight as well.”

"Anytime, Y/N." He responded, his cheeks flushed. "We should probably get going-"

"Mommy!" You, Steve, and your mother's head whipped around as Astrid came running down the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks. Steve, frowned a bit, seeing the young toddler in distress, and that sympathy turned right into pure confusion as Astrid instead of leaping into your mother's arms, came right up to you.

You quickly sat the flowers down on the small table by the door, your motherly instincts taking over, before reaching down and taking her into your arms. You lightly bounced her, trying your best to calm her as her little fists rubbed at her wet eyes, "What's wrong, honey bunny?" You asked, only receiving little sniffles in return, until a moment later, she spoke. 

"I had a nightmare," She mumbled, before digging her face into your shoulder, her arms wrapping tightly around your neck.

You sighed, “It’s gonna be alright,” You spoke, before you remembered Steve was right beside you. Turning, you looked up at him, seeing the confusion written all over his face; his eyebrows were furrowed, and a small - still confused - frown painted his lips. Your mother took one look at the both of you before leaving the room entirely, not wanting to intrude on your private conversation; muttering that she needed to put her flowers in a vase. You shifted Astrid a bit so you could see her face better. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked softly, your hand rubbing soothing circles onto her back. Astrid shook her head quickly, letting out another sniffle as she clung onto your shirt.

“Nuh-uh,” She only muttered back.

Looking back up at Steve, you knew that it was time to tell him; you couldn’t hide it forever. "Astrid's my daughter." You spoke quickly, gently as you tried to remain as calm as you could, for yourself and your daughter; though you couldn’t help but feel tears burn the backs of your eyes. Those words fell from your lips without hesitation, a feeling of relief washing over you, the heavy weight being lifted from your shoulders. "I had her when I was really young, that's why I dropped out of high school; so I could better prepare myself for her, and to better take care of her." You turned your gaze away, your free hand coming up to brush through Astrid's curly hair; during the short while, she had grown quiet, peeking her head out between your shoulder, her cheek pressed up against it. "I was worried about telling you at first. I didn't know how you would handle the information." You paused, swallowing the lump forming in your throat, "I should've told you... But I wasn't ready... And now it's happening." You laughed quietly, "I'm really sorry." 

"Y/N," Steve began, moving closer to you and placing his hand on your cheek; your eyes met his.

"I would understand if you want to cancel our date."

"Cancel our date?" He asked, his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, "I wouldn't dream of it."

Your eyes widened, "You- what?"

The corners of his mouth tugged upward, and your heart swelled in your chest. "Y/N," He spoke softly, "This changes nothing for me. I wouldn't care if you had one kid or six, I still want to spend time with you, and get to know you more." His voice went quiet, "I really like you, more than I have ever liked anybody before."

You blinked, your eyes beginning to water slightly. "... Really?” You questioned, your voice slightly trembling as you stared at the man in front of you. Your heart nearly stopped. It felt like you were drowning, unable to catch your breath, and all of your thoughts flew out of your mind - completely blank. The world seemed to freeze, and you could hear everything; every sound, each beat of your heart. All you could see was him. If this was love… Well… "Steve-" Your hand came up to grab his hand from your cheek, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

"I’m serious," He interrupted, "Plus, I am reportedly great with children. I babysit them all the time." He grinned, his statement making you laugh. “They don’t call me ‘Mama Steve’ for nothing.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, shaking your head lightly with a small chuckle. "God," You breathed out, "I can't believe you."

Looking back over at Astrid, your daughter stared right at Steve - quickly forgetting her nightmare, before she pointed a finger at him, "My mommy told me that she likes your hair."

Well, that was certainly an ego boost for Steve, as his smile turned into a smirk, glancing at you before looking back at your daughter. "Oh, really?" He asked, and Astrid nodded, "Well, that is great information to know, Astrid. Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome," She nodded, before her blue eyes suddenly brightened, seeing the bouquet of flowers on the small table by the door, "Oooh! Flowers!" She exclaimed, reaching out from your arms to try and grab them, and you couldn't help but laugh. “Pretty! I want them!”

"Alright," You sat her down, handing her the bouquet, "Could you bring these to the kitchen for Mommy? Mimi is still there, I believe."

Astrid nodded fervently, jumping up and down in her ‘Rainbow Brite’ pajamas, holding the now seemingly large bouquet in her arms, "Okay, Mommy!" You then leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before she ran to the kitchen, yelling out an ecstatic 'I love you.'" And Steve mentally took note to bring Astrid her own flowers when he picked you up for your next date.

You mimicked her ‘I love you’, letting out a small sigh before turning back to Steve, "Well," You spoke up, "Are you sure you're not weirded out that I have a daughter?"

"I would never be weirded out by something like that," He shrugged, "And to answer any questions that might pop into the gorgeous mind of yours, yes, I am curious, but in a positive manner. But, again, this changes nothing." He stepped closer to you, gently squeezing your hand in his. "It would be an honor to go out on this date with you, truly, beautiful..."

You felt your cheeks flush, biting your lower lip, smiling, and laughing - almost giddy - at his statement. "Well, if we’re using nicknames, Mama Steve,” You teased lightly, feeling as if you were floating. "If you insist." You smiled softly.

Steve raised a brow, his smirk widening, "If I insist?" He questioned, causing your cheeks to heat up even more, if that was even possible. "Oh, I insist, sweetheart."

---

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[maikaartwork]

The original:

The corrected version:

[stevesbipanic]

Wayne wrangling Eddie into being more responsible and independent because “if you want to date a single parent of six, you’re gonna need to be there for the kids, son.”

Wayne sitting Eddie down and giving him the dad talk.

"Son, when you were ten and showed up on my doorstep, head shaved, skinny little fella, I promised myself I was going to be there for you no matter what, and I think I have been."

"Wayne, you're the best honestly I–"

"You've got a whole pack of kids on your doorstep now Ed and a frankly knackered mother, using protection isn't going to get you out of this one I'm afraid."

"Wayne they're fourteen! Steve's not even their legal guardian! Well Max maybe but that's up in the ai–"

"You gotta get a job and provide for your kids, boy, Steve can't be the only one bringing home to bacon for all your mouths to feed, you gotta step up for your kids."

Eddie knows there's no use fighting this, Wayne had already adopted Steve as his new son in law and the party as his grandkids, he'll start looking for a job in the morning.

[florallylly]

steve harrington picking up the kids from hellfire while eddie munson watches through the stupid little window biting his nails he's so pathetic

[buckysbarnes]

STEVE HARRINGTON “suzie, do you copy?” 3.01 • stranger things

[staygoldwriting]

🏊 Coach Harrington

Steve Harrington x single!mom!reader

Warnings: single mom, pregnancy, fluff

Word count: ~2.4k

A/N: I wrote this after I saw a post from @mcueveryday asking about Steve x single mom reader fics! I really love writing for Steve, and I loved writing this story! I hope you all enjoy, and as always, please show love and support ❤️✨

“Okay, five seconds more! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! And rest!”

Steve smiled proudly at his students. He originally wanted to be a swim coach for only one summer, but it soon turned into a career. He absolutely loved teaching kids of all ages how to swim, but his 3-5 class was his favorite. According to him, they were always the most enthusiastic group, and because the kids were so young, he had to keep the classes small to keep an eye on them. They were only a few lessons in, but some kids had already mastered treading water, which Steve was immensely proud of, not to mention relieved since it was his least favorite task. 

“Okay, I think that’s all for today, kiddos,” Steve smiled. “Great work today! Go ahead and dry off and find your mommies and daddies.”

As Steve toweled off, receiving many soaked “thank you, coach Harrington!” hugs, he saw a familiar woman approach him. He gave a friendly smile, waved, and walked over. As he got closer, he realized it was Y/N, an old friend from high school.

“Hey, Y/N!” he said.

“Oh my gosh, Steve!” you said in surprise. “I didn’t know you were the coach Harrington!”

“You’ve heard of me?” Steve asked in surprise.

“Yeah, yeah! I’ve been trying so much to get Daisy—Daisy, honey, come on,” you said, lightly pushing your daughter from behind your legs, “I’ve been trying to get Daisy to learn how to swim, and nothing I’ve done has worked, so one of my mom friends suggested I come see you about classes.”

“Oh, wow,” Steve smiled, “I didn’t know that I was so famous! Hi, Daisy,” he said, kneeling down, “I’m coach Harrington, I used to go to school with your mommy.”

“Hi,” Daisy whispered.

“You look a lot like her,” Steve smiled, making Daisy hug your legs. 

“I can’t believe you’ve got a daughter,” Steve said. “It feels like just yesterday that you and I were sharing notes in Mr. Hayden’s class.”

“I know, time is funny that way,” you smiled. “It’s good to see you, Steve.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Steve smiled back. “So, are you still with—”

“No, um, sorry to cut you off, but I can’t really discuss it with, you know,” you trailed off, looking down at Daisy. 

“Oh, I’m very sorry,” Steve apologized, but you shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it at all,” you smiled, looking at Steve. He looked back at you, a bit of blush appearing on his cheeks, then he snapped himself back to reality.

“Swimming lessons!” he yelled.

“Right, right, swimming lessons, the whole point of me coming here,” you said, feeling a bit foolish.

“It’s easy to get caught up in nostalgia,” he smiled. “But for lessons, we’re only about three lessons in, so Daisy can join this class if she wants,” he offered. “And I can also meet with you both sometime this week to catch her up before the next class.”

“That would be great, thank you, Steve,” you smiled, holding his arm. “So, when are the class?”

“Every Tuesday at four.”

“Okay, I think we can make that work,” you smiled, looking at Daisy. “I’m actually Daisy’s teacher, so we can leave right after school’s done.”

“You’re a teacher? That’s so great, Y/N,” Steve smiled. “What grade do you teach?”

“Kindergarten,” you said.

“Kindergarten, huh?” Steve said, kneeling down to Daisy again. “So, how old would that make you, Daisy bud?” he asked sweetly, making Daisy giggle. 

“She’s a sucker for nicknames,” you chuckled. “Tell him, sweetie,” you encouraged.

“Five,” Daisy said quietly.

“Five years old! That’s a great age to be,” Steve smiled. 

“How old are you?” Daisy asked Steve, her big eyes sparkling.

“I’m 26,” Steve replied. 

“Just like Mommy!” Daisy exclaimed.

“Yes! Mr. Harrington went to school with Mommy,” you said. “He was really nice!”

“Your mommy has always been very kind,” he winked at you, “and smart too! Your mommy was the smartest girl in her class.”

“Wow,” Daisy gasped, looking up at you in awe. You kissed her forehead softly, then looked back at Steve.

“I’m still just as unathletic though. Between you and me, I still don’t know how to swim properly.”

“Well, I can teach you!” Steve offered. 

“Really? I feel like it would be so embarrassing!” you said bashfully.

“We can make it a private Mommy and Me class! Only if you want to, of course,” Steve said.

“You’d really do that for us?” you asked quietly. 

“Of course I would,” Steve said quickly. “You’ve always been kind to me, it’s about time I paid you back.”

“Well, thank you, Steve. But, I-I don’t have a lot of money—”

“It’s free.”

“I couldn’t, Steve—”

“It would be my pleasure, really,” Steve said, holding your arm. “Please, I want to.”

You sighed as you looked down at Daisy, who was playing with the zipper on your bag. You brushed her hair back softly and looked at Steve, whose eyes were warmly fixed on you. How could that look still have power almost a decade after being in high school? 

“Okay, let’s do it.”

-🏊-

“There are my girls!” Steve smiled as he stood by the pool. Daisy released your hand and ran over to Steve, who picked her up and twirled her around. 

You both had been taking lessons from Steve for two months now, and it had provided you and Steve plenty of time to reconnect. For the most part, he was a brand new guy; he was sweet, caring, and hardworking, but he was just as handsome as always. What struck you most, though, was his relationship with Daisy. In all of your lessons, he was patient, understanding, and clearly loved being with kids. You thought that maybe he was just being nice to Daisy for your sake, but when you not-so coincidentally visited the pool the same days as his other lessons, you soon realized that he loved every single kid he taught. No one was deprived of his attention. One day, you decided to ask him about it.

“So, you really love kids, don’t you?” you said as you helped Daisy fix her water wings so she could swim around on her own. 

“I really do,” Steve chuckled. “I blame it all on Dustin Henderson, actually.”

“How in the world?” you laughed.

“Well, he sort of… latched? Onto me when he was thirteen or something. You go through life and all the sucky things, and I sort of turned into a babysitter for him and his little friends. Then, they grew up, but I wanted that feeling back, that feeling that I’m needed by the kids. So many kids need a parental figure that’s not going to be judgmental or overbearing. My parents were like that, and it was miserable. I just want to bring some joy to my kids’ lives, you know?”

“I totally understand, Steve. It’s hard to keep this little one happy all the time,” you said, poking Daisy’s side. “But that’s really great, I’m glad you’ve found your calling. The kids obviously love you—I mean, Daisy, Daisy loves you,” you stumbled.

“Well, don’t tell the other kids, but Daisy’s my favorite,” he smirked. “And I like her mom, too,” he winked, making you blush. 

“Do you, now?” you asked, trying to be flirty.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Not exactly the best time to tell you, but, hey, I thought I’d be honest.”

“Well, I like my daughter’s swim coach, so,” you trailed off, smirking. 

“Don’t tell him, it’ll go to his head,” he chuckled. 

“Mm, well, he better prepare for this, because I was going to ask him if he’d like to come over for dinner tonight.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Well, Daisy asked, so don’t let your ego get too big.”

“Are you kidding me? Daisy bud asking me is so much cooler,” Steve joked. “I’m never going to live that down, I’m walking on air. Did you hear that, Daisy bud? I’m coming over for dinner!”

“Yay!” Daisy yelled, making a big wave that splashed on your face. Steve chuckled as he went to move the hair out of your face, his laughs soon softening as he looked at you longingly. 

“Sorry, Mommy, you’re still pretty,” Daisy said bashfully.

“She sure is, Daisy bud,” Steve smiled. 

-🏊-

You fiddled with your outfit as you waited for Steve to arrive. Daisy had already decided on her outfit, wanting to wear a bright green tutu with her favorite t-shirt, a striped one with a dog on it. She added a pair of jean shorts, rain boots, and a hat with bear ears, and you really had never seen her look better. You loved her fun, individual style, and she was the cutest child you had ever seen, in your not-so-biased opinion. You, on the other hand, were just settling on your fifth outfit when you heard your doorbell ring. Smoothing out your blouse, you ran downstairs to open the door. Steve was standing there, holding two small packages and a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey there,” he smiled. “These are for you,” he said, handing you the flowers.

“Oh, Steve, thank you so much,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Come in.”

“Mr. Harrington!” Daisy squealed, running to hug his knees.

“Hey, little one,” he chuckled. “Here’s something for you,” he said as he handed her one of the small packages. She opened it up to see a fuzzy stuffed rabbit, which made her squeal again.

“Thank you, Mr. Harrington, thank you!”

“Of course, Daisy bud. And hey, you can call me Steve if you want.”

Daisy blushed as she hid herself in Steve’s knees again. 

“Well, you two can hang out while I finish up dinner, if that’s okay,” you said, looking at Steve.

“Oh, absolutely! Daisy bud and I have plenty to discuss, and she promised me she’d show me The Big Comfy Couch show.”

“You’ll enjoy that,” you smiled.

“Oh, and this is for after dinner,” Steve smiled, handing you the other package. “Made it myself,” he said happily. 

“Blueberry pie, wow! Thank you,” you smiled.

“Of course. Now, go ahead and do what you need to. I’m off to my happy place,” he chuckled, holding Daisy’s outstretched hand. You giggled to yourself and walked into the kitchen.

You soon finished preparing dinner, and as you passed by to set the table in the dining room, you saw Steve looking down with intense concentration. You set the plates down and walked over to them, hearing their conversation.

“And then I have to put glitter on so that we can match,” Daisy said quietly as Steve nodded. You felt your heart melt as you saw Steve gently painting Daisy’s nails, messy polish all over his own. As you walked over, they both looked up at you excitedly.

“We’re becoming beautiful,” Steve beamed.

“Mommy, you have to match us too!” Daisy exclaimed, holding her hands up to see.

“Wow, Steve is better at nails than Mommy,” you chuckled. “You guys are adorable, I can barely stand it!”

“Steve, will you paint Mommy’s nails?” Daisy asked.

“Maybe after dinner, if Mommy wants me to,” Steve smiled, looking up at you.

“It would be a pleasure,” you replied. “I haven’t had a decent manicure in years.”

“You deserve it,” Steve said, smirking.

“You deserve it, Mommy!” Daisy giggled.

“Okay, my little cuckoo bird, go ahead and get yourself cleaned up for dinner,” you said, holding her hand. “I think your nails are dry enough, but be careful, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy,” Daisy smiled as she hopped off of the couch. You took her place and sat down in front of Steve. He held up his pink glitter-polished hands for you to see.

“She’s going places,” he chuckled. 

Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed Steve, holding the side of his face with your hand. It was long, passionate, and an explosion of your emotions. He kissed back, leaning forward towards you, and you could feel him start to smile. As you broke away, he let out a soft laugh.

“I don’t know where that came from,” you said apologetically. “I just—you’re just so great with Daisy and me and—I  just—haven’t felt this much love from someone in a while. It’s so hard being on my own with Daisy, and it gets lonely at times, and I just want to find someone who cares for both of us the way you do and I—”

Steve held your face and kissed you again, deeply. A tear fell down your cheek as you returned the kiss, feeling overwhelmed with love.

“I never thought that I’d be able to find this kind of love either,” Steve said. “I’ve always felt like such a failure, like no one wants me—”

“You’re not a failure,” you whispered.

“You and Daisy make me feel like I’ve won the lottery,” Steve said, holding your face. “I know that Daisy isn’t my own, but the more I get to know her, the more I want to be in her life. And I really want to be in your life too, Y/N. What do you say?”

You kissed Steve again, softer this time. 

“Yes.”

🏊 -Two Years Later-

“So, what color?” Steve asked, holding up four polishes for you to see.

“I think I’d like the dark blue please,” you smiled.

“I couldn’t have selected a better one myself,” he said cheerfully, then began to paint your toenails. Daisy walked over with her favorite glitter polish and rested her hands on your very pregnant belly.

“Mommy? Will you paint my nails please?”

“Of course, sweetheart! It’ll be like a nail polish train,” you said, making you both giggle.

“But who will paint Daddy’s nails?” she asked with concern.

“Mm, maybe you can paint them when I’m done with yours?” you suggested.

“Okay!” she giggled, handing you her polish. 

As you and Steve finished up, Daisy gave you a hug, admiring her new nails. Steve closed the polish bottle and grabbed your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“Payment!” he said, puckering up. You laughed, kissing him softly. 

“Okay, Daddy, time for your nails! What do you want this time?” Daisy said, pulling her box of manicure equipment closer to him.

“Hmm, can I just have some stickers please?” he said, looking at the stickers with little fruit on them.

“Sure!” Daisy said cheerily. “Payment?” she asked, making Steve chuckle. He kissed her forehead, then pulled her in for a hug.

“I love you, my Daisy bud.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

-🏊-

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Steve's Problem Masterlist

main masterlist wanna be added to the taglist?

Everyone knows Steve loves kids. It’s not a problem until he meets Eddie’s hot neighbor who has the cutest kid Steve’s ever seen.

Steve's Problem

Head Over Heels

Spoiled

The Holiday Party

In a Frame on the Highest Shelf

[steddieas-shegoes]

Building furniture might actually be a circle of hell.

At least that’s what Eddie believes.

Steve is busy folding the clothes. There were so many clothes.

Babies needed so many clothes.

But they also needed cribs, which was what he was trying to build.

Trying being the keyword.

The instructions were terrible, and he’d given up on them 15 minutes ago. The drill he’d been using died before he even managed to need it, which meant the battery in it wasn’t charged, which meant he’d forgotten to plug it in when Steve told him to. He obviously wasn’t saying anything to Steve about that.

Steve offered to build the crib, insisting that he’d built his own bed frame and helped build a bookcase for Dustin.

But Eddie wanted to do this.

The call had come the day before, letting them know the baby was currently in the NICU and wouldn’t be released for four to five days, but could be released to them as temporary guardians if they could sign the paperwork and complete the house visit and interviews in time.

Obviously, they said yes, and it’s been a mad rush ever since.

In the mad rush, Eddie had offered to build the crib.

So here he was. Building it. Regretting his commitment. Wishing for death.

“How’s it going, Eds?”

“Great.”

He hopes the frustration can’t be heard in his tone, but Steve had been listening to his voice for almost 20 years at this point; he’s bound to catch it.

And he does.

“I can help. It’ll get done much faster if we both do it.”

“This is a one person job, sweetheart. I can do it.”

“Uh huh.”

Eddie looked at the screws and bolts and 2x4s currently in a pile in front of him and then up at Steve smiling at the clothes in his hand.

He thought about how long they’d waited for this, how Steve had given up on his big family dreams to be with Eddie and let him have his big dream of being a rockstar first.

How even when he finally stopped recording and touring, they still faced the fact that most places wouldn’t let them adopt together. That the world still didn’t think they could be good parents despite having everything a child would need in abundance. Especially love.

They both wanted this and both waited for this, but Eddie knew Steve was in heaven.

It was all he wanted for so long, and now it was happening, and happening so soon.

They were going to be parents.

They were going to have a daughter.

Eddie stood up suddenly and walked over to Steve, who paused what he was doing and looked at him with his brows furrowed, concern overtaking his features that were previously so relaxed.

Eddie pulled him into a kiss, one hand gliding through his hair to the back of his head, keeping him in place with his other hand on his hip.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against Steve’s, smiling at him.

“Will you help me build the crib?”

Steve looked at him with those beautiful wide eyes, the same ones he’d fallen into in 1986 and never emerged from.

“You want my help?”

“I want us to do this together.”

Steve bit his lip, nodded, and placed a soft kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth.

“We should get started, then.”

“I did start.”

“Baby, you’ve emptied the box and thrown away the instructions. That’s not starting.”

“Hey! I also separated the pieces that match!”

Steve rolled his eyes, but his smile said he was amused.

“You’re right. You did great, Eds.”

“Thank you. Now, don’t be mad, but the drill isn’t charged.”

Steve blinked at him, grabbed the drill, and flipped the switch on the bottom to ‘on.’

He pushed in the button.

It turned on.

“Oh.”

“Thank God you’re hot.”

“I helped save the world!”

“But a baby crib is what’s gonna take you out.”

Eddie smirked.

“You could take me out.”

Steve was busy looking at the pieces on the floor, but still responded.

“If you actually help me, I’ll take you for milkshakes after, how about that?”

“Bribery works. Deal.”

It took hours, and it probably shouldn’t have, but Eddie didn’t mind.

When Steve sat on his lap, staring at the crib pushed into the corner of the nursery, tears in his eyes, he didn’t think Steve minded all that much either.

[swiftieblyth]

Steve Harrington

Is anyone else an absolute sucker for single!dad Steve or is it just me? Like I just want to sit and bench read single!dad Steve x reader that’s just filled with so much fluff and love, and it’s so sweet. But I feel like I’ve already read them all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[imthekingofgotham]

[irenadel]

I'm having Steddie brainrot since finishing season 4 of Stranger Things and the internet has kindly provided. And I am LIVING for the Eddie doms King Steve vibe here but... I just need to remember that Steve is RIPPED and he kills supernatural creatures with his bare hands. (I'm convinced he keeps losing fights to other teenagers because his gut just instinctively doesn't take the threat seriously. Every time he kicks ass it's always against something he can't humanize, like Upside Down monsters or that Soviet soldier.)

So I think I'm gonna be needing more of Eddie giddily freaking out that he gets to dom fucking Steve Harrington with ripping pectorals and hands that can rip demobats to pieces. And he, Eddie Munson, gets to tie up those hands and tell King Steve to be a good boy. And if the jocks and girls of Hawkins could just see him right now... He's been Dungeons & Dragoning all his life and now he's got a real life barbarian in his hands and he's finally feeling like a fucking master here...

...I'll show myself out...

[pittsburghhockeybirds]

Happy Father's Day to these Dorks™

[y0urnewstepp4r3nt]

I feel like Steve is a December baby and his birthday is within a week before Christmas and since his parents are shitty (cause we all collectively agreed) his parents don't come home from the business trips for Christmas or new years let alone Steve's birthday. So Steve never mentions when his birthday is because he's so used to being alone, his parents wouldn't come home, his friends would celebrate with their family's or go on holidays. When someone asks him when his birthday is he always says "Oh it's already passed don't worry about it" or "don't worry it's so far away" something like that. Carol and Tommy would always pester him to throw a HUGE party for his birthday so he did one year but he had it in like June and everyone loved it apart from Steve.

When Steve befriends the kids they don't ask they just assume he does something without them and don't make a fuss. No one in the party makes any comments about Steve's birthday because it's Steve he probably throw partys. Then Eddie comes along and they go the whole year celebrating everyone's birthdays apart from Steve's, and the dude is so confused why No one mentions Steve's birthday so he asks Steve when his birthday is and gets a different answer every time. Eddie eventually gets frustrated and tells Steve he just wants to spoil him on his birthday and treat him like the princess he is. I feel like Steve would tell Eddie randomly a couple days later and Eddie would memorize it and spoil Steve on his birthday when everyone else had dismissed it for his entire life.

Honestly didn't expect that to be so long sorry dudes.