#Stevie Fierce

[sethnorth]

Stevie Fierce v. Anthony Henry

[hairmetal666]

"I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he declares to all and sundry (Steve and Robin) in Family Video.

Steve laughs, ducks his head, hair a bountiful cascade that doesn't move an inch. He's blushing but it's not, like, a reaction to the sentiment of marriage. Steve knows Eddie is just like that, flirtatious and over-the-top and incapable of not speaking his thoughts as soon as they enter his head.

Robin roles her eyes, goes back to flipping through her magazine, something about cinema, and Eddie swipes his just rented movies off the counter.

"You think I'm joking," he twists so he's facing them, walking backwards to the door. "But I swear it, oh, beloved purveyor of movies and deleter of late fees."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve's face is pinker than before and Eddie recognizes and immediately forces himself to forget how cute it is. "But get out of here before I change my mind."

And Eddie, he loves to push his luck and also has very little filter between his brain and his mouth, so he says, "aw, don't be that way, Stevie, you love me."

Robin looks up, then, mouth a pursed twist as she tries not to laugh. "Gross, Eddie." She throws a Sour Patch at him. "Keep all that mushy stuff to when you two are alone."

It's his turn to blush, fierce and raging, and Steve whirls, squeaking, to whack Robin with a Twizzler.

Eddie points at her. "Rude, Buckley. You know I love you too."

"Again, gross." She sticks out her tongue, tinged blue from the Sour Patch.

"We really need to work on your ability to accept affection," Steve tells her.

She scowls, kicks him, makes Eddie laugh.

"I think that's my cue to leave, children." He says. He, quite literally, bows out of the store, just missing the barrage of candy thrown his way.

---

Three Months Later

Eddie stumbles into the Harrington house, kicking his boots off by the door. Steve's in the kitchen, fussing around the stove. His hair's askew and he's--

"Harrington, are you wearing an apron?" He ignores the kick in his chest at the sight. "You'll make a sweet little housewife one day."

"Shut-up," Steve says without any heat. "Try this."

He brandishes a spoon filled with red sauce in Eddie's direction, and Eddie--heart always on his sleeve--eagerly leans in to taste. He closes his eyes, savors, and it's good, truly. Perfect fresh acidity with just a burst of sweetness.

"It's amazing, baby," he says without thinking. He opens his eyes right in time to see Steve turning back to the sauce, blush high on his cheekbones.

"Thanks. You're making me nervous though, hovering." Steve hip checks him. "Go sit somewhere."

And Eddie does, jumps onto the island--the Harrington's are the kind of people who have an island--and chatters to Steve about his day, about his new campaign, about the new song he's trying to learn.

All the while, he's watching Steve cook, in his apron, with such care and thoughtfulness, with true command. Maybe it's the domesticity of the scene, maybe his raging crush, but he has this flash of the two of them in the future. In their kitchen, Steve cooking dinner, and Eddie's arms are wrapped around his waist, he's pressing kisses to his temple, complimenting all his hard work and--

Steve feeds him a bite of the finished pasta, and it's so good that he groans, full-throated, unembarrassed, and says--he says, "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington."

He laughs, face pink, batting Eddie's shoulder. "Go sit down, man. It's time to eat."

---

Two Months After That

Eddie's working on a new campaign when the storm rolls in, wind rocking the trailer, thunder and lightning crackling in the sky. The power doesn't go out, but only just barely, the flickers making his heart pound for reasons that have nothing to do with weather.

There's a knock on the trailer door, and he opens it to find Steve Harrington standing on the porch, hair plastered to his head, clothes soaked. Robin's bike is propped against one of the awning supports. Familiar panic snaps to life in his gut.

"God, Steve, are you okay? Did something happen? That's Robin's bike, where's the Beamer? Is it--is it Vecna? Is--" He's blabbering can't stop, so he shoves his palm against his lips.

"It's not--not Upside Down stuff." He runs a hand through his soggy hair. "Can I come in, man? I--I want to tell you something."

This snaps Eddie out of his panic, and he's moving aside, saying, "Oh my god, get in here, you're soaked. Let me get towels. Do you want a change of clothes, I can--"

Steve catches him by the elbow and he full stops at the look in those big hazel eyes, fearful and sad and he doesn't know what, but his anxiety amps back up.

"I was with Robin and we were--we were talking, you know? And I told her that I like somebody, like really like them, but it was unexpected and--and--it's a guy. He's a guy but I still like girls? Robin said--she said that I'm probably bisexual. That I like guys and girls and--and everyone, I think."

It sends shockwaves through him, and he hopes it doesn't show, doesn't think it shows, but he's having trouble processing. Steve is bi and he likes someone and--Eddie stuffs down the jealousy that claws at him, knows it's more important that he's here for his friend.

"Thank you for telling me, sweetheart." He reaches out, slow in case Steve doesn't want to be hugged, but he launches himself into Eddie's arms.

Eddie holds him tight, heedless of his wet clothes, can feel his shoulders shake, and it tears Eddie's heart in two. All he can do is hold Steve and offer comfort, jealousy be damned.

"You're so brave, honey," he says once the tears taper off.

Steve gives a wet chuckle, face still buried against Eddie's neck. "I don't know about that. I think I got snot in your hair."

"It'll wash out." He laughs. "Is now the time to welcome you to the family? Apparently, we're growing exponentially."

"Does the welcome include a cake or something? I could really use cake."

And God, Steve, is so fucking cute, so sweet, so--everything Eddie has always wanted, and he--it's an accident, or at least, thoughtless--he presses a kiss to Steve's temple. More than one.

Steve pulls back fast, and Eddie lets go immediately. "Sorry, sorry. I--that was stupid. You like someone already, and I--"

His words are cut off as Steve kisses him. Steve kisses him? His brain can't process, but he kisses back. Can't not, not with Steve. Like, he doesn't know anything, head empty, but his body is with the program.

They break apart, he's breathing hard. Steve is beautifully flushed, mouth red and swollen. "You like someone," is what Eddie says.

Steve laughs. "I like you, Munson. Fucking crazy about you."

He smiles, so big it hurts, so big it grows into a delight laugh. "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he says.

---

Six Years Later

They're in bed, Saturday morning, rain pattering softly on the window.

Steve places slow kisses against his naked tummy, makes him tremble, shiver with overstimulation.

"Baby," he whines. "Sweetheart."

Steve smiles up at him, something cold pressing against his ribs, then into his hand.

It's a ring, black metal, shiny and iridescent as he turns it in the light. "What--Steve?"

With one last kiss to his hip bone, Steve sits up, slips the ring onto Eddie's finger. "I'm going to marry you one day, Eddie Munson."

[hawkinsbnbg]

“Can we keep him, Uncle Wayne?”

Wayne didn’t look up from his newspaper, too used to his nephew picking up strays and bringing them home. God blessed the boy’s big young heart, but their trailer didn’t have space for another kitty or pup.

“I told ya before and I told ya it now,” Wayne said gruffly but not unkindly. “We don’t have space for your pet, son.”

“He’s not–”

“Eds, I’ll be fine on my own,” a quiet voice cut in before Eddie could start his usual speech.

That garnered Wayne’s attention immediately. And there standing next to his nephew was Steve Harrington who looked worse for wear—red puffy eyes, split lips, disheveled hair, and rumpled clothes.

“What happened?” Wayne set his newspaper aside and straightened up in his chair. He had a few good guesses already given what he knew of Richard and Amanda, but he still wanted to hear their side of the story first.

“His parents kicked him out,” Eddie hissed, hand clutching Steve’s fiercely in case the other boy tried to get away. He didn’t, just deflated as soon as the words were out of Eddie’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Steve mumbled, eyes shining stubbornly as they locked with Wayne’s. “I just need a place to stay until tomorrow and then I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

“Stevie,” Eddie turned to him with an exasperated look. “You can’t believe that I’d let you leave after everything, right?”

“I know you want to help,” Steve rubbed a hand down his face tiredly, like he needed to hide a part of himself, vulnerable and slightly worn-out. “But I don’t wanna intrude.”

“You won’t,” Eddie shook his head rapidly and then looked at Wayne. “Right, Wayne? He’s not bothering you or anything, right?”

Wayne took in the sight of the Harrington boy, scared and lost, and knew his decision had been made for him. It wasn’t his first time taking in a stray anyway.

“Just call me Wayne or Uncle Wayne, kid,” he offered Steve a closed-mouthed smile, his most amiable one. “We don’t have much here, but feel free to ask me anything you need.”

When Steve ducked his head with a shy smile and sniffled a small Thank you, Wayne didn’t regret his choice.

It didn’t hurt that his nephew also beamed at him like Wayne had just saved the world.

And in a sense, to Eddie, it was true.

Because Wayne could see how much the Harrington boy meant to him, see the way they looked at each other without admitting it aloud.

Perhaps, Wayne picked up his newspaper again as Eddie offered the Munson’s new member a mug of warm milk, he was going to have another son soon enough.

[pearlprincess02]

style guide: ARIES EDITION

ARIES RISING

rihanna - jupiter in 1st house, james dean - uranus & chiron & north node in 1st house, kendall jenner, miuccia prada - sun & north node in 1st house, barbra streisand - sun & mercury in 1st house, penélope cruz - sun & mercury in 1st house, cardi b - moon in 1st house, sophie turner - moon & venus & part of fortune in 1st house, amber rose - moon & juno in 1st house, nikki reed, shakira - chiron in 1st house, stevie nicks - north node in 1st house, vinnie hacker - ceres in 1st house,

style aesthetic: bold & dramatic, leather chic, modern minimalism, rockstar vibes, athleisure luxe, metallic accents, animal prints, vintage with a twist, unexpected mixes, sunglasses as statement pieces, red, orange, and black

ARIES VENUS

marilyn monroe - venus in 9th house, audrey hepburn - venus in 1st house, elizabeth taylor - venus in 4th house, mariah carey - venus in 12th house, lady gaga - venus in 11th house, gigi hadid - venus in 12th house, rihanna - venus in 12th house, jennifer aniston - venus in 6th house, shakira - venus in 12th house, cristiano ronaldo - venus in 3rd house, gigi hadid - venus in 12th house, keira knightley - (unknown), cate blanchett - venus in 11th house, melanie martinez - venus in 5th house, tyler, the creator - venus in 9th house, sarah jessica parker - venus in 11th house, eva longoria - venus in 5th house, janet jackson - venus in 5th house, millie bobby brown - venus in 8th house, suga - (unknown), sarah michelle gellar - (unknown), madison beer - venus in 11th house, helena bonham carter - (unknown), gal gadot - (unknown), emma chamberlain - venus in 3rd house,

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style aesthetic: tailored suits, sharp blazers, crisp shirts, bold statement necklace, a brightly colored pocket square, a unique pair of shoes, bold eyewear, orange, black, white, grey, red power suit, a red statement scarf, and red accents

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selena gomez - venus in leo, elizabeth II - venus in pisces, kourtney kardashian - venus in pisces, beyoncé - venus in libra, katy perry - venus in sagittarius, zayn malik - venus in pisces, angelina jolie - venus in cancer, cameron diaz - venus in cancer, nabilla benattia - venus in capricorn, audrey hepburn - venus in aries, blake lively - venus in virgo, anna nicole smith - venus in libra, avril lavigne - venus in scorpio, jude law - venus in sagittarius , rachel mcadams - venus in scoprio, halsey - venus in scoprio, doja cat - venus in scorpio, priyanka chopra - venus in gemini, olivia rodrigo - venus in capricorn, nina dobrev - venus in sagittarius, madison bailey - venus in pisces, damiano david - venus in aquarius, maggie lindemann - venus in cancer, elle fanning - venus in pisces, olivia holt - venus in virgo, mina - venus in aries, sophie turner - venus in aries, isaac mizrah - venus in virgo,

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makeup style: dreamy & ethereal, soft washes of color, shimmery textures,  makeup uses cool tones, metallics, glitter, glowing skin, lightweight foundations, highlighter for a natural glow, graphic eyeliner designs, whimsical lashes, soft & natural lips, smoky eyes with a twist, smoky purples, teals, touch of silver, lavender, muted purples, blues, greens soft pinks, peaches

@pearlprincess02

[munsonismymuse]

Steve hates very much to be called "Steven" not even as a joke, he has not talked about it with anyone but implicitly everyone senses it in some way or another and therefore they do not call him that way, it is always Steve or Harrington or some nickname. That's because when his parents called him that it was because they were incredibly angry or drunk and therefore punished him in horrible ways, when they called him Steven he usually ended up getting beaten up. When they called him Steven in public it was enough to make him freeze and make him shiver, eventually he would be silent and terrified for the rest of the evening.

Now being older if someone calls him Steven, he immediately assumes they are fighting with him or that he did something wrong and depending on the situation or the person he will react with sadness or anger, for example, when Tommy called him Steven, it ended in a awful fist fight. It really makes him feel very bad, in recent years sadness is what he felt the most when he hears his name, because it hurts him too much to disappoint the people he loves.

Eddie doesn't know it, but he doesn't call him Steven either, it's always a nickname or Stevie, or Steve or even Harrington. Until one night, when they were in Steve's room kissing fiercely and passionately, Steve was under him doing whatever it took to feel Eddie rubbing his skin, between gasps and accelerated breaths, every little movement Eddie made or every little touch Steve felt, he reacted effusively with his whole body shuddering, he was and felt hypersensitive, he couldn't keep still.

"Steven" Eddie whispered with softness and a beautiful smile, Steve looked at him surprised. "Stay still, I need to take your clothes off, love"

Steve loved that. It was the first time someone pronounced his name with such love. He stood for a few seconds, processing what was happening. He began to shake in anticipation of what Eddie might give him. His brain was short-circuited, and all he could think of was Eddie calling him "Steven" with that authority and that beautiful softness that only he had. He felt loved.

"Are you okay? Do you want us to stop?"

Steve took a few seconds to appreciate him, ran his face gently, because the words wouldn't come out even though they were in his throat. He was always silent when he shouldn't be but he couldn't help it.

Eddie kissed the hand that was on his face, not intending to go any further, and Steve melted once again, he wanted to speak and express loudly the pleasure the other boy was making him feel but he couldn't. Instead, he took Eddie's hand and directed it to his pants to make him feel what he had provoked, to make him understand that he didn't want to stop.

"No, I don't want to stop" Steve said as he sat on Eddie's lap. "Call me Steven again, just you, just you Eddie, call me love, baby, tell me I'm your princess and never stop"

Steve was incredibly loud that night, moving his hips against Eddie's lap, trying to fuck himself harder, deeper. He spoke his name softly and lovingly, until he began to cry, begged for more as tears flooded his face. Eddie held him tight with his arms to keep him right where he wanted him but also to keep him safe to hold him as he released a weight he seemed to be carrying for years.

Eddie couldn't utter a word, it was unbelievable. Eddie was always loud and Steve was quieter, but in the dark, in the security of their love, Steve could be whatever he wanted and could act however he wanted, so he was being loud as he wished because in Eddie's arms no one could punish him.

"You're such a good boy, don't you?" Eddie says softly.

"Yeah?" Steve asks as he chases Eddie, he moans loudly as Eddie once again hits that place on his body, his mouth stays open as he moves on Eddie, soft sounds keep coming out of his mouth, he closes his eyes, because he can feel Eddie all over his body, even though he moves slowly.

"Yeah. You're so sweet, my baby boy, I can't even explain how much I love you, princess"

Steve smiles with his eyes closed. He looked precious, his cheeks were flushed, his lips red, and somehow the tears made him incredibly beautiful.

....

Steve still hates being called that, he finally confessed it to Eddie but also gave him permission to call him that on special occasions. Plus, he told him that he would love to tell his parents what he does with the traumas they caused him. Because now every time he's called Steven it's because he's loved, because he's revered and because he's being fucked incredibly well.

Steve get his name back, Steven belonged to him and Eddie.

[littlechivalry]

Threshold

Post-UD, everybody lives. Established Steddie

-

Eddie couldn't do it. He turned, ready to run, but Steve's hand clamped down on his arm like an iron manacle.

"Fuck you, let me go," Eddie hissed.

"Like hell I will," Steve replied, just as harshly. "You have to do this, you're the only one who can."

"I'd rather die."

The sales clerk cleared her throat and Eddie snapped his mouth shut.

"Are you-- can I help you find anything else," she said softly, her hands open in front of her.

"No," Steve replied. "Just this."

'This' was a vacuum cleaner. An upright vacuum cleaner with hose attachment and a retractable cord. A one hundred dollar vacuum cleaner.

Eddie felt sick. He pulled his hand away and Steve let it go awkwardly. Eddie cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, just this." He pulled out his wallet and passed over the money. Signing the warranty card in a messy scrawl.

They walked out of the store and loaded the vacuum into the back of Steve's truck.

Steve and Eddie had gotten to the car in silence but once the doors were closed it started.

"Babe," Steve said, his voice soft but firm. "What was that about? We agreed we need a new vacuum. Wayne's old one gave up the ghost and the carpet sweeper does nothing. I thought this was cool."

Eddie groaned and rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "It's not-- it's just..."

He couldn't find the words and Steve didn't press him. The interior of the truck's cab was quiet, windows muffling the noise of other shoppers moving through the parking lot, the occasional sound of their radios drifting on the air.

Eddie took a few breaths, heard Steve do the same beside him - in - out - in - out

"Can I check in," Steve says after a few breaths.

"Almost," Eddie replies and they go back to breathing.

This time Eddie breaks the silence. "It's real, right?"

"Real," Steve echoes. "The vacuum? Yeah?"

"It's -- the vacuum we have now? Wayne got it from the Johnsons before they moved to go live with their kids in Des Moines. It was a really good vacuum. Lasted, like. Seven years. The one before that Wayne found in the trash. It needed some fixing up and the hose had to be taped together but it ran for two years."

Steve hums, just a considering noise to show he's listening but leaving Eddie some spacw to talk. Eddie cannot explain how much he appreciates that.

"The stove was a store display they were gonna toss out because the wiring was bad. The couch was abandoned on a curb up in Loch Nora. Most of my clothes come from the Goodwill; Wayne's too, even his work boots. My guitar, my sweetheart, is a hand-me-down to I don't know how many degrees."

Eddie sighs and tips his head back against the headrest. The ceiling of the cab is upholstered in dark blue fabric. Eddie drags his fingers over it.

"Munsons don't get new things, Steve. Not nice ones, anyway." He blew out a rough breath. "I know this is stupid. It's just a vacuum cleaner, but--"

"Don't say that," Steve interrupted. "If I don't get to say stupid neither do you."

Eddie reached over the gear shift and clasped the hand Steve offered.

"Okay," Steve said. "Do you... should we return the vacuum?"

"No," Eddie said. "No, that's not the answer. We-- I have the money. I can afford a new vacuum, a nice one."

"A really nice one."

"And it's okay to buy new things."

"It really is," Steve said.

Eddie nodded. "We're grown ups now, Stevie. Got good jobs, a nice apartment, a fancy new vacuum cleaner. What's next, a picket fence? 2.5 kids and a dog?"

Steve smiled and pulled Eddie's hand up to his face, pressed a kiss against his knuckles before letting go and reaching for the ignition. "I'm allergic to dogs but let's get home and we can start working on kids."

Eddie reached out for Steve, pulling him across the armrest into a fierce kiss.

Steve fell back into his seat, a bright flush in his cheeks. "Wow," Steve said, starting the car. "What are you gonna do when we buy a house?"

The radio came to life but Eddie could barely hear it over his own laughter.

[ladykailitha]

Forever Young Part 2

Hello! I'm throwing this chapter at you this week, because this story is really coming along.

So in this we have the conclusion of the cliffhanger, Eddie decides Steve is his best friend and Will gets introspective.

Part 1

~

Wayne peaked into his rearview mirror with a small smile. He had spotted the little one sneaking into his truck as he left the Harrington house. He wasn’t sure which little it was, he really hadn’t paid attention to which kid wore what, but he didn’t figure it was one of the girls or his own little. Which meant Steve or Jonathan Byers.

His bet was on the Harrington boy.

He knew that the Harringtons hadn’t always lived in Loch Nora and Steve probably didn’t believe it was his own house they were staying in.

He got to the stop sign at the end of the street and turned around. “You do know I have to take you back to the house, right?”

Little Steve wiggled out from the blankets to look up at him sullenly. “Do you really have to?”

“Just how far do you think ya’d get without shoes or pants for that matter?” Wayne pointed out. Little Steve was wearing the shirt Wayne had no doubt he had gone to bed in, but the sweats had not stayed on his new very tiny waist.

Steve looked down at the Hawkins Swim Team t-shirt he was wearing with a huff. “Not far.”

“Let’s take you back,” Wayne said gently. “I bet they’re worried sick wondering where you are.”

“Won’t my parents being worried, too?” Little Steve asked, his bottom lip began to quiver.

Wayne closed his eyes. He doesn’t know when Steve’s parents began to neglect their only child, but he’s beginning to understand that it hadn’t always been that way.

He scooped Steve up and gave him a fierce hug. “Remember what you were told, that you’re actually nineteen? I know it’s hard to believe, but you really are grown now. You’re parents don’t need to worry about you as much now, okay?”

He hated lying to the kid, but learning that in a few short years his parents would go on long trips without him would break him and he wasn’t going to do that to him.

By the time Wayne had gotten back to the house, Steve was asleep tucked under his arm and half of the teenagers were out and about looking for Steve.

When Wayne pulled up back into the driveway, Dustin came running up to the door. “Did you find–”

Wayne held up a finger to his lips to quiet him and pointed at the little tyke tucked up under his arm. He stepped out with Steve in his arms and carried him back up to his room. When he came back down he gathered as many of the teens as he could safely allow.

“You’ll need to pass this along to El and Will,” he told them, “but according to Steve, he thinks his parents will be freaking out wondering where he is. So don’t tell him that they don’t care about him, because as far we know, that doesn’t happen until Steve is much older than he is appearing. And if we want to prevent him from running off again, this time without me being able to bring him back...”

“We might not be able to find him next time,” Lucas said seriously. “Our lips are sealed.”

The other kids agreed and this time Wayne left for good. Now it was time for the actual babysitting to begin. They called everyone to gather together.

When they all gathered the four other transformed adults, Little Eddie raised his hand.

Mike called on him, pointing at him. “Yes, Eddie?”

“Is that kid going to be okay?” Little Eddie asked. “He tried to run away and Uncle Wayne told me that was bad. Is he bad?”

Lucas rushed to reassure him. “No! He’s not bad, he’s just scared. Everyone else has family in Hawkins, but Stevie doesn’t have anyone here and being dropped off when he was asleep really disorientated him. He just wanted to go home.”

Little Eddie looked up at him thoughtfully. “Do you think he needs a friend?”

“Yeah, bud,” Dustin said with a smile. “I think he’d really like that.”

Little Eddie nodded solemnly and the younger kids just looked up at the teens in confusion. They really didn’t understand what was going but they knew that running off without telling someone was bad and that Steve shouldn’t be allowed to do it again.

Lucas clapped his hands. “Let’s go play outside!”

All the kids loved that idea and ran out the front door, Mike and Dustin chasing after them to make sure no one got hurt.

Lucas turned to Will and the girls. “Let’s see if there are any balls or thing like that they can play with. I brought over some stuff, but I’m not sure it’s enough. Who wants to stay inside for when Steve wakes up?”

Will raised his hand. “I was going to be sketching today and so I’ll do that while I wait for him.”

Lucas nodded. “Sorry to ruin your plans, hopefully this is just a day long ordeal and none of the other adults will be the wiser.”

“It’s okay,” Will said with a shrug. “It’s nice to watch over Jonathan for a change. He’s spent so much of his life putting his wants aside for me and Mom, it feels good to return the favor.”

“Seriously,” Lucas said, “even if they had their memories it would still be better than watching Erica at that age. She as a terror. I’m still not sure how I didn’t drown her in the bathtub.”

“I don’t think Erica is that bad,” El said tilting her head to the side.

Max snorted and rolled her eyes. “No, no, she is, especially if she doesn’t like you. Like Lucas!” She smiled brightly at him, tilting her head.

Lucas sneered and stuck his tongue out at her. “Let’s get going before the kids eat Dustin and Mike alive.”

The three of them walked off talking about who would last longer between the two boys, leaving Will alone to stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at where little Steve lay sleeping.

He had talked about looking after Jonathan, but deep down he always suspected that of the older teens the one who truly needed the most looking after was Steve. Everyone else had family who deep cared for them, even if in Mike and Nancy’s case it was merely each other. But who did Steve have? If Wayne was right, once upon a time it was his parents.

Will’s dad had always been a dick, but Steve’s apparently hadn’t. He wondered what the cause of their disinterest had been. This house? It certainly was a possibility. Not that he would remember. He would have been really little when the Harringtons moved in. But maybe his mom would.

He wasn’t going to call her now. Not when he wasn’t sure how long Steve was going to sleep. The last thing he needed was for him to overhear something he shouldn’t.

He started sketching in his drawing pad. First his mother’s face and then Jonathan’s as it was only yesterday. When he got to the eyes, he threw the pencil down and huffed angrily. How long had his brother’s eyes been like that? Dead.

Was it before all the monsters and his own disappearance? Or had Lonnie beaten the light out of him? Will picked up the pencil and began drawing again, this time Steve. He drew him from memory of how he looked before. The fearless warrior who always stood between danger and his friends and him. Then he drew the little boy and it came down to the eyes again.

Little Steve’s eyes held none of the pain or anguish of the man Will knew. Even when he had seen Steve around before the monsters and the Upside Down there was this sadness and weight that most sixteen year olds did not carry. After all how many well-adjusted kids smoke and drank and threw wild parties before they were eighteen? He had pretty strong suspicion it wasn’t many. If at all.

He heard a door open above him and he set down his drawing pad. He walked over to the stairs and saw Little Steve at the top looking down at him.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Little Steve asked shyly.

Will grinned up at him. “The other door in the room you were just in is the bathroom.” Little Steve nodded and padded back into the bedroom.

A few moments later, Little Steve came back out and padding softly down the stairs. He stopped when he was eye level with Will.

“Are you one of my babysitters?” he asked quietly.

Will nodded and held out his hand. “I’m Will.”

Little Steve took his hand, but not in the way Will thought he would. Instead of shaking it, like he was supposed, Little Steve took it as if to hold it and Will’s heart melted into the floor.

“Where did everyone else go?” the boy asked as Will helped him down the last couple of steps.

But before Will could answer Lucas and Max burst through the top of the stairs that led to the basement, each carrying huge boxes.

“Eureka! All hail Mrs. Harrington!” Lucas cried. “She saved all of Steve’s old kids clothes and we found them!”

“No more of the boys drowning in the clothes they went to bed in!” Max crowed. “I’m going to call in Eddie and Jonathan so that they can change too!”

Will and Little Steve walked over to the boxes that had just been set on the floor and started going through them until they found something that fit Little Steve. Little Steve was changing with Will waiting outside the door when the other kids came in.

Robin was hovering just outside the edge of the boxes as Eddie and Jonathan when El spotted her. She tugged on Max’s sleeve.

“Why is Robin standing there like that?”

Max looked over and cocked her head to the side before she smiled. Robin was wearing the girly blouse and skirt that was Holly’s, same as Nancy. But where Nancy looked comfortable, Robin most certainly did not.

She waited until Lucas and Dustin took the other boys to get changed, before she walked up to Robin and knelt in front of her. “You’re not really much of a girly girl, huh?”

Robin shook her head. “It was nice of Holly to lend me her clothes...and I don’t want to be ungateful...”

Max took her hand and led her over to the boxes where Robin picked out a pair of jeans and red, short-sleeved button up. She also grabbed a pair of running shoes and cradled them to her chest. Then they went upstairs to Steve’s room and let her change.

When Robin came out, she had the biggest smile on her face and despite it being ‘boy’ clothes she had rolled up the cuffs of her jeans and tucked them into her socks and rolled up the sleeves so they looked more like it was sleeveless. Then for her final flare, she had tied the ends of her shirt into a knot.

Max grinned at her. So even as a kid Robin had already decided her style and that made her happy to see that she felt comfortable enough with them to dress how she wanted. “Looking good. Should we go see if the boys are done getting dressed yet?”

All of the transformed adults stood in an awkward line. Jonathan had picked out jeans and a plain blue t-shirt and white sneakers. Eddie had picked out jeans and what looked like a little league jersey top. It was white with red sleeves and had a number eight on the back. The three-quarter sleeves were pushed up above his elbows. He had snow boots on his feet. Steve looked as though he had stepped out of a magazine. He wore a little red and blue striped polo and khaki shorts with brown loafers and white socks.

“Well, now that everyone is dressed and comfortable,” Mike said, “I would suggest the next item of business being lunch as I’m not sure any of them have eaten yet.”

Eddie stomach let out a whining growl, causing a couple of the kids to chuckle. Eddie hung his head and wrapped his arms around his little waist.

Will winced. He knew that look all too well. “The kitchen is this way!” he cried. “Everyone hold hands and form a chain!”

Steve and Robin grabbed each of Eddie’s hands, keeping his arms crossed.

Robin giggled when Eddie realized. They allowed him to swap while Nancy took Robin’s hand and Jonathan took Steve’s.

They marched like that into the kitchen.

~

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (6)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, tension, sexy mobsters, slow burn, fluff, first date, talk about sex, making out, I'm a tease :)

Indecent Proposal (5)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

You gasp at your words. Did you just say that? This isn’t you at all. You never were shy, but you’re not bold either.

While you ponder and think about what you said, Steve and Bucky share a look.

“Aw, baby. I knew we chose wisely,” you believe Bucky is about to take you right there, on the dinner table. He knocks his chair over and walks toward his husband, who jumps up just in time to cup his husband’s face and kiss him fiercely. “Fuck, I want you right now, Stevie.”

“What? I—” you lick your lips. These two men are heavily making out and you are about to join them when Steve shoves Bucky’s jacket down his broad shoulders. “Here?”

Steve ends up bending over the table while Bucky grinds his cock into his ass.

“Right here, doll,” Bucky is busy leaving hickeys on his husband’s neck. Steve moans loudly, while you try to press your legs together.

“You see, this is how we are. If we want something, we take it. If we want to do something, we give a shit what people think,” Steve pants between kisses. “If you want us, you’ll have to loosen up a little and just go with the flow.”

“Can I…watch?” You can’t believe you just asked them to let you watch them fuck. They chuckle and eagerly kiss each other. “Fuck, did I say that loud too?”

You groan and press your forehead against the table surface. “Baby doll never be ashamed of yourself. We want you to embrace your lust.”

“Do you often watch people have sex?” Steve turns his head to look at you while his husband runs his hand over Steve’s chest. “You can tell us anything. We won’t judge you.”

“Uh-I like to watch porn…sometimes,” you don’t lift your head and murmur. “Scott was not very adventurous in the bedroom. Most of the time I stared at the wall and tried to fake an orgasm. I even fell asleep once.”

“He didn’t fuck you until your legs were shaking?” Bucky stops touching his husband. He watches you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Steve, we need to make her scream soon. We cannot leave her unsatisfied for much longer. Her poor kitty needs nice treatment.”

“We will start with eating that pussy,” Steve watches you wiggle on your seat. “But we should treat her like a lady first and have dinner.”

“But…you were about…and I’m…” Your voice is a little too high for your liking. “I wanted to watch you.”

“And you will, sweetness,” Bucky purrs. He pecks his husband’s lips. “Steve is right. We want our first night together to be special.”

“Tell me,” Steve sits next to you. He grips the backrest of your chair and leans close enough to let you smell his cologne, “what kind of porn did you watch? Two girls? Two guys.”

“Stevie loves to watch too,” Bucky plops down on the chair he occupied earlier. “Especially himself getting fucked in the mirror.”

“Buck!” The blonde tuts. He’s not shy when it comes to sex, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. “That’s too much information for a first date.”

“I think,” Bucky leans toward your chair and places his hand on your thigh, “she loves hearing about our sex life. Right, sweetness? You want me to tell you how I bend Stevie over and give him what he’s craving? My thick cock.”

You’re suddenly too hot. They are both so close you can feel their breath on your exposed neck. “Please…”

“Please what, baby doll?” Steve moves impossibly closer to press a kiss on your cheek. “We want you to answer our questions before we touch you.”

“What do you like to watch to get yourself off?” Bucky runs his hand up and down your thigh. He tickles your skin with his fingertips. “Please tell me, sweetness.”

“I-I started with the usual. A lot of cum, and loud girls faking orgasms. Then I discovered gangbangs, and uh…spanking. I liked blindfolding and … oh … and there was this one video with a breeding bench. I watched the girl get bred by three guys. I never came harder.”

“Stevie,” Bucky bites his lower lip. He’s close to just throwing you on the table and crawling between your legs to fuck you straight into the table.

“Not yet, Bucky,” Steve warns. “Go ahead, doll. Tell us more. What do you like? Two guys taking care of your sweet cunt? Is that what you want?”

“I watched their cum run out of her cunt. It made me so wet,” you whisper so no one else but the two mobsters can hear. “Another time I watched two hot guys. They were so…”

“Hot?” Bucky snickers.

“I didn’t think I’d be turned on by watching a guy get fucked. But damn, he sucked the pretty guy’s cock and then he got that perfect dick and…” you drop your gaze, ashamed of your fantasies. “Is this wrong that I like to watch too?”

“We told you, don’t be ashamed of your fantasies. If you love watching people have sex it’s only natural. I love to watch too,” Steve smirks knowingly when you shift in your seat. “I can hardly wait to watch Bucky have his way with you. He’s a master in giving heads.”

“So, sweetness,” Bucky gets bold and moves his hand between your spread thighs, “are you on the menu for Bucky tonight?”

Indecent Proposal (7)

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[bluemirrorangel]

fem outsiders hcs

So i already did this for DPS but I wanted to do an outsider's version.

Darry:

Name: Shayanne ‘Annie’ Darrel Curtis, Named after her mum.

Pins her hair back to look more ‘professional.’ 

Works as a secretary for a roofers firm.

Was really popular in high school, she was voted cheer captain in her senior year but her parents died so she had to drop out.

Lost all her friends after dropping out to raise her sisters.

Has a second job as a babysitter on the weekends.

Bails the others out of jail so much that the police call her on impulse.

Used to go ‘skiing’ with her friends, she never actually skied herself but sometimes she misses the snow.

the  Curtis’s don’t have an open door policy anymore but a specific knock you use when you need a place to stay.

Keeps loose change in a pot in her room for emergencies.

Used to have a crush on Elvis Pressley in highschool.

She still has his posters on her wall.

Used to share a room with Soda but moved into her parent's room after they died.

The strongest in the gang and the most ‘physically’ intimidating.

Soda:

Name: Soda Curtis

She wears her hair in a beehive-type ponytail with flipped ends.

Still works at the DX but more at the cash register because she’s better with People and  Stevie is better with cars.

Had a boyfriend called Andy

Instead of Sandy cheating, getting pregnant and running away, Soda has a pregnancy scare that makes Andy run away.

After Windrixville  she starts spending time with a Soc boy ‘Sheridan.’

Still known around town for her looks.

Wanted to be a cowgirl when she was a kid.

Wants to start taking night classes in her twenties to get her high school diploma.

Doesn’t go to Vietnam.

Starts working night shifts as a waitress at a 24-hour diner in her late teens-early twenties.

Ponyboy:

Name: Ponygirl ‘Pony’ Curtis

Only greaser on the girls' track team.

Has her hair in a Ponytail. Annie used to plait it for her but she’s too rough.

Wants to be a writer.

Saving up for a camera.

After her hair was bleached and cut, up in Windrixville she got mistaken for a boy.

The shortest girl in her class.

Wears her dad's old shirts.

Needs glasses.

Scared of fire and loud noises after Windrixville.

Doesn’t consider herself popular but she is well-known.

Gets freckles in the summer.

Always has a lighter.

Got closer to Curly after Windrixville.

Stevie taught her how to drive.

Steve:

Name: Stevie Randle

Shoulder-length brown hair she spends a ridiculous amount of time curling it.

The best engineer at the DX but constantly underestimated.

Banned from dealing with customers due to her lack of filter.

Fiercely overprotective of Soda when it comes to guys specifically Socs.

Considers Pony a little sister.

Has a boyfriend ‘Evan’

Short temper.

Only stayed in school to look out for Pony.

Has always looked up to Annie as a female role model because Annie helped teach her after her mum left.

Insecure about her height.

Loves drag races.

Hates the Beatles.

Can actually sing quite well.

Twobit:

Name: Kathy ‘Twobit’ Mathews

Has a younger brother called Keith.

Short curly red hair.

Had a thing with a boy soc ‘Marshal’

Still drinks too much.

Annie’s childhood friend

Dips french fries into milkshakes.

Loves butter popcorn.

Has an issue taking things seriously.

Can walk on her hands.

Can’t sit still.

Actually enjoys movies but can’t watch them quietly.

Johnny:

Name: Jane ‘Janey’ Cade

Wears her hair down but greases the front.

The quietest member of the gang.

Surprisingly sarcastic.

Almost as fast as Pony.

Wears hand-me-downs and a big denim Jacket Dallas gave her to try and curb any attention.

Can be shockingly violent when scared.

Secretly protective of Pony.

Great at picking locks.

Once fell asleep in the boot of Stevie’s car during a game of man hunt.

Dallas:

Name: Dallas Winston

Really messy long blonde hair, like canon Dallas she’s not a fan of grease so she just let’s it tangle.

Just as violent specifically towards older men.

Like Sylvia but worse.

Cares deeply for Pony and Janey.

Only smokes winstons.

Kicked out of school for violent behaviour. 

Can NOT hold a steady job for the life of her.

Hates kids.

Orphan.

The most intimidating one in the gang in general.

Regularly gets into fights with Tammy Shepard.

Tim:

Name: Tamara “Tammy” Shepard.

Wears her hair up.

Leader of the Shepard outlet.

Runs her gang like the U.S. Navy.

Started looking after her siblings around sixteen after their parents walked out on them.

Doesn’t do much crime herself out of fear of being taken from them permanently.

Like Annie but a delinquent.

Deeply threatening.

Lives in constant fear of dying too young.

Taught Curly and Angelo how to fight.

Curly:

Name: Shirley ‘Curly’ Shepard

Waist length curly hair 

Steals make up from anywhere.

Has a deeply flawed understanding of love

Uses her femininity and attractiveness to her advantage.

Like Angela but more rabid.

Her idea of romance is dining and dashing with Pony.

Only smokes Marlboro’s 

Steals Pony’s flannels.

Hates pepsi

Smarter than people give her credit for.

Leaves lipstick marks on EVERYTHING.

leave a ship or fandom suggestions for headcanons, fics or just questions in general and I'll do them if you want :)

[greenbergwrites]

missing alpha daddy james dearly. would love to hear your thoughts on how he and stevie would approach their heat/rut, or oh my i would kill to read their bonding

This one's been in my head for like 3 days straight and I have like 4 other things I need to be working on, BUT I WROTE THIS INSTEAD

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Like, let’s say in this ‘verse that Alphas are just a step above feral when they’re in rut. They’re so clouded by instinct and need that they can’t even remember their own names.

Alpha Daddy Bucky, he would be afraid to subject his baby to that. His perfect boy, who’s so fucking innocent and sweet—too sweet to handle an Alpha in rut.

Maybe an Alpha normally goes into rut 2-3 times a year. When the symptoms first start, you can take medication that will suppress it, but that’ll only work for up to 3 cycles. Any longer and it’ll be dangerous.

So at the start of their relationship, Bucky decides that’s what he’s going to do. The first year of their relationship, he never goes into rut.

And then that year is up and the next time he feels the symptoms start, he knows he has to go through with it. Steve has grown so much in that time. He’s flourished, a boy now confident in his needs and his place, but he’s still too sweet.

Bucky makes the necessary arrangements. Makes sure that everyone knows what’s coming and that they’ll need to guard his den and Steve to make sure his baby stays safe while he’s indisposed.

He doesn’t tell Steve. Steve will want to sacrifice himself to Bucky’s needs and Bucky won’t let that happen.

And then his rut comes.

He loses all sense of self, everything down to his name, until the only thing left is the animal inside.

The Alpha paces his den. He’s naked and sweating, his cock heavy and aching between his legs. He’s furious.

He wants to mount. To fuck. To knot.

There are toys littering his den just for that, but he hates all of them. He tried, but none of them satisfy the need clawing at his insides.

He needs someone with him. Someone to submit to his needs. Needs a mate. His mate.

Does he have a mate? He can’t remember, but the idea makes his cock pulse, precome dripping from the tip.

A mate would satisfy him. The toys don’t have a scent, they don’t submit. They just are. 

He breaks more than one of them in his anger. He breaks everything, trashing the room in a fit of rage that stems from having so much energy—so much hunger, so much need—and having no place to put it.

It could be mere hours he spends alone. It could be days, years, a millennia. Time has no true meaning in his need, because every fucking second without relief is a cut underneath his skin.

Somewhere in the monotony of his pain, the door to his den opens and a little figure slips through.

The Alpha stops, breathing hard as he glares at the intruder.

It’s an Omega. A very small, very pretty Omega, barely older than a pup. The boy wears a comically large shirt tucked into a small skirt, carrying a teddy bear underneath one arm. The shirt has the Alpha’s scent on it—it’s his shirt, he’s sure of it, and his mouth goes dry. 

The Omega shuts the door behind him, turning to glare at the Alpha.

“You are in so much trouble, Daddy,” he says in a furious whisper. “I’m so mad at you.”

Daddy.

Is that the Alpha’s name? It must be. The moment it falls from the pup’s lips, his gut tightens, his aching cock throbbing fiercely. His body likes that name. He wants to hear it again.

Still, the pup’s glare and his stance, fists perched on his tiny hips, is too much a challenge for an Alpha in rut.

The Alpha glares harder, snarling a warning at the pup. This is his territory, his den. He’ll abide no challenges here.

The boy blinks, cocking his head to the side. His hands leave his hips, coming up between them, palms out. He steps forward cautiously.

“Okay, Daddy,” he says softly. “I’m sorry.”

Before the Alpha can snap at him again, the pup folds himself neatly at the Alpha’s feet. The Alpha barely has time to notice how pretty he looks kneeling there, his tiny little skirt fanning over creamy pale thighs, before the pup takes the Alpha between glossy pink lips.

The Alpha groans, panting heavily as he watches the pup bob on his cock. The boy’s posture is relaxed, his scent contented, his warm, wet mouth gentle and hungry in equal measure. His gaze is lowered respectfully, never meeting the Alpha’s. 

It isn’t sex. It’s submission. The pup is submitting to him, totally and completely, and for the first time since the haze of his rut took over, the Alpha settles.

It’s dangerous for anyone to help an Alpha through their rut, because this is what’s required. Total submission. An Alpha in rut craves to assert dominance. 

The Alpha palms the back of the pup’s head, his fingers sliding through silky smooth hair.

“More,” he commands, his voice rough and gravel-deep as he tilts his hips. The hand on the pup’s head growing heavier.

The pup has offered submission with his warm mouth, but will he continue to submit when the Alpha dominates him? Or will he fight, challenge the Alpha?

He doesn’t challenge. He goes easily, sinking further onto the Alpha’s cock with a weak little moan. The Alpha groans again, his head tipping back as the pup continues to submit.

This is what he craved, what he needed. This is why the toys did not satisfy him, why they were an affront to his senses. Toys cannot be dominated. They cannot submit.

The Alpha’s chest rumbles with a deep, satisfied growl. His chin touches his chest, heavy-lidded gaze on the pup at his feet.

His knot aches. He’s going to put it in the pup’s mouth. Come with his knot behind the boy’s teeth and his cock in that pretty, slim throat. He’ll make the boy take it.

But not yet. The boy looks so pretty at his feet, and some distant part of him knows that if he rushes it, he’ll hurt the pup. He doesn’t want to hurt the pup.

So instead, he stands there and accepts the pup’s submission as his due, and tells himself that if he’s patient, he’ll be rewarded.

He doesn’t know how long they’re like that before the door bursts open.

The Alpha looks up, glaring at the two men hovering in the doorway, but they’re not looking at him.

“What are you doing in here?” One of them hisses frantically. “Come back here, you can’t be here, the boss will kill us.”

The Alpha’s hackles rise. They want to take the pup away from him. 

They won’t get him, not this pretty boy who submits so easily. If they try—if they even think of touching the pup—the Alpha will kill them both.

Before the Alpha can answer, or the rage can take over, the Omega pulls away from his cock. He turns his head to glare at the two men.

“Go away,” he says, somehow firm and pouting at the same time. The Alpha’s cock throbs at the sight of that plump lower lip glistening in the low light. “I’m not leaving Daddy, he needs me.”

Daddy. That name again. God, his body likes that name. His cock bobs, smearing precome over the Omega’s cheek.

“He said—”

“I don’t care what he said,” the Omega says, glaring. “I’m not leaving my Daddy.”

Irritation flares inside the Alpha. The boy had been so pliant before, but now he’s dangerously close to challenging again and it’s purely the fault of the interlopers. 

The Alpha forces two fingers into the pup’s mouth, hooking behind his teeth and pushing down until those pretty lips are open again. He guides the pup’s face back to him.

“Submit,” he demands roughly, all but shoving his cock back into the pup’s mouth.

He lets go of the boy’s jaw only to palm the back of his head again, gripping him tight and keeping pressure there so the pup can’t pull away again.

He pushes his cock deep and repeats, “Submit.”

Blessedly, the pup does.

This time, the Alpha rolls his hips to meet the boy’s eager mouth, fucking himself good and deep. The pup clutches at his thighs, moaning every time the Alpha’s cock hits the back of his throat.

He wanted to wait. He wanted to savor the pup’s submission. But he’s been challenged too much and the interlopers—they want to take the pup.

The Alpha pushes his cock into the boy’s throat and knots his mouth.

The boy shivers at his feet, making weak little noises as his throat convulses around the Alpha’s cock. His eyes roll into the back of his head and a moment later, the scent of his release reaches the Alpha’s nose.

God, the little pup likes it. Likes to be dominated so completely.

He’ll be lucky if the Alpha ever takes his knot out after this.

When the peak of his orgasm as faded, the Alpha looks back to the door. The men haven’t left.

He sneers.

“My knot is in his throat,” he tells them. Well. Close enough. “Will you try to take him now?”

They know they can’t. Even if they were brave enough to get so close—which they clearly aren’t—trying to take the pup now would hurt him.

He gives it a beat, letting that knowledge sink in, before he growls, “Leave.”

It’s clear the interlopers don’t want to do that, not without the pup, but they have no choice. They leave.

They come back, but they never get the boy.

Not when the little one is astride his hips, the Alpha’s cock buried deep in that tight, lithe little body. The pup’s shoulders hunched and the bear still under his arm, one hand braced against the Alpha’s chest as he hangs his head and cries.

“I don’t like it this way, Daddy,” he whispers. “Don’t make me.”

The Alpha knows. He realized that the moment he laid on his back and pulled the boy on top of him, could smell it in the little one’s scent.

The Alpha grips his small hips tight and demands, “Submit.”

The boy does, riding his cock as he sobs. The pup loves it and hates it, that much is clear. The Alpha only loves it. Loves the distress on the pup’s face, the tears dripping onto his bare chest, the tight hole milking his cock so perfectly, but most of all, he loves the pup’s submission. His obedience.

Distantly, he hears the door to his den open. This time, it doesn’t open all the way, just enough for more voices to float through.

“How the fuck did he get in there?”

“I don’t know—”

“You were supposed to make sure that doesn’t happen, you idiots—”

“God, the boss is going to kill us.”

“Ya think?”

“We have to get Steve away from him before he gets hurt, keep watch until you see an opportunity.”

The Alpha is irritated again. Not just from the intrusion, nor the distraction from the perfect picture of a distressed pup on his cock.

No, he’s irritated that they think he would hurt the pup. This lithe, delicate creature, so fine-boned that it would take no strength at all to break him. 

He needs to dominate the pup—needs the pup to submit to him, totally and completely—but he would never hurt the pup. Just the idea threatens to soften his cock, which should be impossible in his state.

He gathers the boy to him, rolling them until the Alpha is on top of him now. He draws himself out of the pup’s hot, tight body before snapping his hips, burying himself to the hilt.

The pup comes, but still the Alpha doesn’t stop.

He rubs his body along the boy’s, sliding their skin together until their scents mix completely, fucking him hard because that’s what his instincts demand.

“Submit,” he murmurs to the pup, licking up the boy’s tears. “I won’t hurt you, pup, I just need you to submit.”

The boy makes a soft little noise, lithe fingers gripping the Alpha’s face and bringing him down for a needy kiss. When their lips part, the pup looks up at him with open, naked trust.

“I know, Daddy,” he whispers. “Even if you don’t. Even if they don’t. I know. You would never hurt me, not even like this.”

And what can the Alpha do but knot the pup after that?

[sethnorth]

Cocky-boy Stevie Fierce v. Anthony Henry

[drgrlfriend]

@brilcrist created this lovely art depicting a scene from my fic! My Heart Will Be Your Home by dr_girlfriend

Excerpt:

That is … definitely a guy fighting with a bow and arrow.  He’s tall and blond — could probably pass for Steve at a distance, but maybe even a touch taller and built a bit leaner — wearing jeans and a t-shirt, a fancy-looking recurve bow in his hand and a quiver strapped slantways across his back.  He’s got his back to a giant maple tree, and is firing arrows in a blur of motion while ducking lasers from the bots.  These ones look a little like the Daleks from that show Tony and Bruce love — vaguely conical and stumpy, with what seems to be a single laser on each.  

“Why ain’t he gettin’ up in that tree?” Bucky wonders aloud, revving through the preserve.  “It’s a better tactical position.”  He’s starting to see scattered bots now, and he slaloms a course through them, swinging his metal arm and sending them flying as he zooms by.

“Not everyone has sniper training,” Sam suggests.  “He’s probably just some archery hobbyist, or something.  Probably doesn’t know the first damn thing about fighting.”

A bot has gotten close up on the guy’s flank, and he seems to realize just in time.  He somersaults sideways, coming up with an arrow in his hand and jamming it directly into the bot’s side just as a shot from Redwing finishes it off.  

“I don’t know about that,” Steve says dryly.  “Seems to be doing pretty good to me.  Either way, we’re almost on him; Bucky, I’ll take the right side, you take the left.”

“Copy.”  There’s a line of bots advancing on the guy and Bucky pulls up with a sharp twist, planting his left foot and letting the rear of the bike skid sideways so that the back wheel takes out the bots like a row of dominoes.

Out of the corner of his eye Bucky sees Steve hurtle over the handlebars of his own motorcycle and yeet the whole damn thing at a cluster of bots.  No finesse, that guy.

Bucky jumps off his bike, swinging at the bots closest to him.  He’s just about dealt with that cluster and is only a few paces away from the archer when the guy’s eyes widen.  He lunges toward Bucky, pushing him aside just as one of the bots on the ground fires.

The man yelps and staggers, pressing a hand to his side.

“What kind of idiot are you?” Bucky growls, pulling the man back and putting his own body between him and the bot.  “Let me take the hits!” 

A furrow appears between the man’s brows, his mouth gaping for a moment, and then he seems to shake it off, nocking another arrow and loosing it.  It skims so close to Bucky’s face that it stirs his hair, and Bucky whirls to see another bot was sneaking up on him.

“Jesus, these things are everywhere,” Bucky complains, drawing his Glock and firing, taking out the laser of the one on the ground.  

“There’s a weak spot in the armor plating on the left side,” the man yells.  

Time seems to stop for a moment, Bucky’s heart stuttering and then kicking into overdrive.  The air around him suddenly seems crystal clear — Bucky can see every individual leaf on every tree, can hear the sighing of the wind and the rustle of the leaves, the whirring of the bots and the heartbeat and panting breaths of the guy as he ducks another laser.

“Bucky, did he —” Steve starts over the comm.

“Not now, Stevie,” Bucky manages.  He shakes off his shock and forcibly shoves the revelation to the back of his mind in order to focus on the task at hand.  Time seems to lurch back into a normal speed and Bucky concentrates on blocking the man from the line of fire of the largest cluster of approaching bots.

“I’ll make an opening, you run for it,” he shouts.

“I’m not leaving,” the man shouts back.  Jesus christ, another vigilante-wannabe.  They’re coming out of the woodwork these days.  Was this guy even in the park when all this started, or did he come looking for a fight?

“Watch your back,” Bucky instructs with a mental shrug, and then there’s no more time for words, the two of them fighting fiercely against the oncoming wave of bots.  

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Title: Lose Yourself in Us (Part 15)

Marshall doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting in that damn chair, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly they might break. He can’t remember the last time he took a full breath. His head is spinning, his heart feels like it's being crushed in a vice, and every time he blinks, all he sees is you—too still, too pale, too far away from him.

He’s so caught up in the storm of his own mind that he doesn’t even hear them arrive.

“Dad?”

The voice is soft, hesitant.

Marshall looks up, and there they are—his girls.

Hailie, her blue eyes filled with worry, her lips pressed together like she’s trying to keep it together. Alaina, standing beside her, just as concerned, her arms already reaching for him. Even Stevie is there, shifting awkwardly, looking unsure, but still here.

And in Hailie’s arms—his son.

Marshall’s stomach drops.

He’d been waiting for this. For you to be here, to introduce your little boy to his sisters, to watch with teary eyes as the kids you love so much met the newest addition to your family.

You should be here.

Not in some goddamn operating room.

Hailie steps closer, adjusting the baby in her arms. He’s tiny compared to her, bundled in his little blue onesie, his big, curious eyes blinking up at the unfamiliar face.

Marshall swallows hard, his jaw tight. His hands curl into fists on his knees.

This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

You should be the one holding the baby up to them, gushing about how much he looks like his daddy. You should be here, taking a million photos, telling Marshall to “act natural” while you capture the moment. You should be laughing, happy, alive.

Instead, you're fighting for your life, and Marshall is sitting here, watching his daughters hold his son for the first time in the worst way possible.

“This isn’t—” His voice breaks, his throat tight. He shakes his head, frustration burning in his chest. “This wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“We know,” Alaina says softly, sitting beside him, her hand on his shoulder. “We know, Dad.”

Hailie carefully shifts the baby, settling beside him, pressing him gently into Marshall’s arms. And even though he’s been holding his son every day, even though he’s memorized the way his tiny body feels against him, it hurts in a way he can’t explain.

Because you should be the one putting him in his arms, not Hailie.

You should be here.

Stevie sits hesitantly on his other side, reaching out with careful fingers to touch the baby’s soft hand. “He’s really small,” they murmur.

Marshall lets out a rough exhale, his voice cracking. “Yeah. Yeah, he is.”

There’s a long silence. The baby shifts against his chest, letting out a soft sigh, completely unaware of the hell his father is living in.

Marshall grits his teeth, his whole body shaking.

“I was waitin’,” he finally chokes out, voice thick with anger, with grief, with something he can’t even name. “I was fuckin’ waiting for her to wake up so we could do this together.”

Alaina rubs his back, steady and strong. Hailie blinks hard, trying not to cry. Stevie just watches the baby, like they’re trying to make sense of it all.

“You’re not alone, Dad,” Hailie whispers, her voice full of something deep, something fierce. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

Marshall presses his lips to his son’s soft little head, his shoulders shaking.

But it doesn’t change the fact that all he wants—all he fucking wants—is for you to be here.

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If I Should Stay

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Steve swallows as he looks up at the building. He feels Alli grabbing his hand, and he grips back, just as tight. His other hand finds Robin’s and squeezes in reassurance. “Okay,” he says. His voice feels too small for the moment, the place. “Let’s do this, then.”

Joyce squeezes his shoulder, drops her hand, and checks her gun one last time. “Let’s go kill that bastard.”

“I’m with you,” Alli says, but Steve can hear the slight waver in her voice.

He drops both her and Robin’s hands, shoulders his bat, and nods. He grins at Robin. “Ladies first.”

She bows. “Well then, after you, Stevie.”

He knows she’s teasing him about Eddie, and he loves her so much in this moment all he can do is grin at her until she grins back.

He turns, takes a deep breath, and walks inside.

It’s just as creepy as the first time, and Robin immediately sticks close. He knows she’s remembering what he is. It’s not quite as decrepit, and there aren’t quite so many vines yet, but there are enough for it to be dangerous. “Look out for the vines,” he murmurs. “They’re all connected. You step on one, all the ones around it wrap around you, and he knows we’re here.”

“So watch your step like your life depends on it… because it does,” Allison says.

Robin huffs out a humorless laugh and hoists a Molotov cocktail. “Just about.”

They slowly creep forward, up the stairs, to the room they know he’s going to be in.

A board creaks, and three things happen in quick succession.

Allison quietly says, “Oh, shit.”

Vines explode from under their feet.

They’re thrown against the walls.

Steve can see Robin and Allison across the hall from him, struggling with vines around their necks, wrists, torsos, and ankles. He’s fighting a similar problem, and even though he can’t see Nancy or Joyce, he knows they’re in the same boat. “Rob,” he rasps against the tightening of the vine against his throat. “Molotov. Flick it.” He gestures with his own wrist, watching as her eyes flick down to see what he’s doing.

She nods best she can and flicks her wrist, sending a Molotov cocktail perfectly down the middle of the hallway.

By some luck, the bottle breaks, spilling fire everywhere. The vines shrink away, and the group is dropped to the ground, gasping for breath. “We don’t… have much time,” Steve manages, hands on his knees. “Gotta go.” He forces himself to take a couple of deep breaths, and on his third exhale, he’s feeling better.

He watches as Robin straightens up, then immediately turns to Joyce. “Deep breaths,” she murmurs soothingly. “It helps.”

He says the same to Alli, then Nancy, and soon they’re all walking down the hallway again. Soon enough they come to the room, and Steve turns to look at everyone, raising a hand and silently counting down from three. Everyone readies their weapons, and they charge as soon as Steve throws the door open.

Vecna is in a trance, just the same as he was the first time, and the déjà vu is almost dizzying. Robin throws her cocktails, which Steve lights as fast as he can. Nancy and Joyce both empty shotgun cartridges into him as fast as they can.

When they’re done, and he’s a bloody, fiery mess, Steve sets his jaw, cautiously advances, and uses his nailbat until he’s sure Vecna is gone.

He stands, breathless, in the aftermath, scarcely believing it’s over. “Steve,” Robin whispers, and he stumbles over to her, grabbing her in a fierce hug. “We did it.” Her voice wavers, and he knows he’s got tears in his eyes and on his cheeks.

“We did.” His voice is rough.

Allison hugs him, too, pulling him in, heedless of the amount of gore on him right now. “You did it, Bubba,” she whispers, rocking him in place.

“We did it,” he corrects her, then suddenly pulls back, staring wide-eyed at first Allison, then Robin. “The- the song, I don’t hear it- I need- Robbie, the-”

She grabs him by the shoulders. “Breathe,” she says seriously. “What song?”

He pants a couple of breaths out, then manages, “Master of Puppets… the distraction team, Robs, I gotta-”

“Go,” Robin says, exchanging a look with Alli. “I’ll lead them back.”

He does, tears out of the house and down the road, runs until he thinks his lungs and legs will give out, then keeps going, keeps pushing, until he can see his house in the distance.

He sees bats scattered on the ground. Wayne’s sitting next to a figure. So are Lucas and Mike.

Eddie is his first immediate thought.

Then, just as quickly, Dustin.

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Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 8

This is it. This is the end. I am grateful to everyone who liked, comment, reblogged and followed this story to its completion. It means the world to me.

And this means that I did what I set out to do and finish this trilogy before season five came out. Though I probably have to the writers' and actors' strikes to thank for that.

In this we have happily ever after. As it should have always been.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

~

Steve’s eyes fluttered open and he immediately closed them again, squeezing them shut against the harsh white light. Either he had died and this was a really shitty version of heaven or he had been taken to the hospital and he had been admitted.

The room went dark and then there was a single warm light off to his left.

He opened his eyes again, blinking against the much subdued light.

“Hey there, Stevie...” a warm voice muttered. He felt a hand take his and instantly Steve relaxed. “Don’t try to talk yet, they have you all tubed up. I’ve already called for the nurses and they should be here right about... now.”

And sure enough two nurses came bursting into the room.

“Hello, Mr. Harrington,” the first nurse said. “I’m Amanda and this Kelsey we’ll be taking good care of you. Dr. Miller will be in shortly to explain everything that’s going on.”

“But first,” Kelsey said with a bright grin, “let’s get that tube out of your mouth, okay?”

Steve nodded and gripped Eddie’s hand tightly.

“You’ve got fierce group of friends there,” Amanda said as she checked his vitals. “They practically insisted you have someone take watch over you all night. Thankfully your Uncle Wayne and cousin Eddie were able to take shifts.”

Steve huffed out a dry laugh. He had no doubt that Robin and Dustin were his biggest contributors to the bending of the rules.

“Your voice will be a little rough for a bit,” Kelsey said as she started to dispose of the equipment properly. “But that will go away quickly the more you use those muscles. Still though, take it easy, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he rasped.

Both nurses grinned at him and then filed out.

“You gave us all a bit of scare there, sweetheart. Marty noticed you were lagging behind and hurried on ahead to radio us to get to you ASAP. And it was a good thing we did. You opened up your stitches as you were running for your life and you were losing a lot of blood. But because of the adrenaline you were high on, you didn’t feel it.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” another voice said from the door. “You tell him any more and I’ll be out of a job.”

Steve chuckled and Eddie smiled broadly.

“Just telling him layman’s terms is all,” Eddie joked back. “You tell him all the fancy stuff to sound smart.”

Dr. Miller laughed. “Well then, Mr. Interpreter you can stay. I suppose.”

The doctor the proceeded to explain to Steve about the stitches and how much blood he lost, and how without the quick thinking of his friends he might have not had made it out alive.

He went on to conclude that Steve would be the hospital for the next few days as they monitored his stats and then he would be released into the care of his uncle and cousin.

“It’s really very sad,” he said shaking his head. “We attempted to reach your parents as they were also listed as emergency contacts, but we were stymied at every turn. But Dr. Owens managed to reach them and he was told that all your bills would be paid, but they couldn’t make it back to Hawkins for at least another month.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief. They weren’t going to be coming back so he would have time to heal before he got the third degree grilling from his father.

Dr. Miller made note of the sigh, but wisely said nothing. He went on his way, leaving Eddie and Steve alone.

Steve finally was able to take in the room. He was by himself with a nightstand with a lamp and jug of water complete with paper cups. There were at least half a dozen chairs littered about the room and nice open window that looked out onto the town.

He snorted and whispered, “Nice to see my parents still can’t bear to have me with the poor schlubs of the world.”

Eddie laughed and shook his head. “Oh, no. This courtesy of the Dept. of Energy and Dr. Owens. He said that they are funneling in the money your parents are sending for the medical bills to a trust in your name that also has the hush money...” he paused with a grin. “Right I’m not supposed to call it that. The thank you from a grateful government for saving the world money from the last three apocolypses.”

Steve huffed out a sound that was supposed to be a laugh but it came out as a raspy sort of bark.

Eddie filled up a glass of water and helped him drink it.

“Thanks,” Steve said, his voice still rough but slowly getting better. His eyes fluttered shut and he forced them open.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured stroking his head. “You need all the rest you can get before you’re invaded tomorrow.”

Steve tried to refute that, but sleep pulled him under once again.

~

The next day Steve got visitors in waves. He was really grateful to learn that other than Jason and his idiot cronies, he was the only one who had been hurt.

The murders were pinned on Henry Creel when the police found out that he had been alive the whole time and was targeting Eddie because he saw himself in Eddie and wanted them to be together.

“What did I tell you about pullin’ your stitches, boy?” Wayne growled the moment Steve opened his eyes.

The only ones who were there was Wayne and Eddie and he felt relieved that it was just the two of them in that moment.

“I’m hoping to delay that by saying that I was literally running for my life and I couldn’t help it?” Steve said with a grimace.

Wayne eyed warily then nodded curtly. “Just this once.”

“That’s a relief.”

Wayne took his hand. “I’m glad you’re safe now, Stevie.”

Steve nodded.

The next group were only allowed after Steve had been checked out and had his breakfast. Robin, Dustin, Max and Lucas came in and Steve was never more happy to see Max then he was in that moment.

“Told you if anyone could beat it,” he murmured holding her tight, “it’d be you.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

Dustin and Robin took turns talking a mile a minute about how the Upside Down was a completely different place now. It still had blood red skies but the storms had stopped and the plants were coming alive without the noxious fumes.

“It’s like when life starts to come back after a forest fire,” Robin said. “They’re still going to monitor it and try to keep bad people from using it the way Creel did.”

Lucas and Max shared their harrowing adventures with the Three Stooges and how the boys were now facing serious charges.

Then it was time for Steve to rest again. His body was really going through the ringer to heal itself.

When he woke and had eaten again, his next group had invaded.

This time it was the Hellfire crew.

“Shit, man,” Marty said shaking his head. “You’ve been fighting these monsters for years?”

Steve chuckled and shook his head ruefully. “Man it has been a fucking trip. But yeah. Hawkins was literally over hell.”

“The government wasn’t very happy with you bringing in outsiders,” Brian said. “But my mom is a lawyer and set them straight. They should have known about Creel from the start and put way more effort into keeping him from taking over the world. It’s hardly your fault the only people willing to listen were a rag-tag group of teenagers.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah. I’m glad everything worked out with Operation: Distract Vecna. I thought for sure this idiot was going to play hero.” He nodded fondly at Eddie.

“Oh,” Janice said with a wince, “he fucking tried. But then I suggested fire and everyone definitely preferred that option.”

“You know,” Gareth groused, hands on his hips. “For people who have been doing this awhile, you guys sure don’t know how to take out monsters effectively. Like you assholes used bullets and not fire which totally fucking backwards, by the way.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Good thing you were here this time, right?”

Jeff just shook his head. “You’d be useless without us.”

They talked for a little bit longer then it was time for the next group.

Robin was back this time with Vickie and Erica.

When Steve raised an eyebrow, Erica huffed. “My mom made me go to stay home today because of the whole hostage thing, so I couldn’t come until later. I like literally had beg to make sure you didn’t die.”

Steve chuckled. “And you couldn’t take Lucas’s word for it?”

“No.”

“My parents made me go to school,” Vickie said with a shrug. “And I couldn’t dislodge that one, so I brought her along to avoid the puppy dog eyes.” She jutted her thumb at Robin who proceeded to demonstrate said puppy dog eyes.

“It’s very effective,” Steve said sagely. “She uses it on me all the time.”

“Well if you weren’t such a sap, dingus,” Robin huffed, “I wouldn’t need to deploy them so often.”

Steve laughed and they chatted for a bit.

As they were leaving he asked, “Any word on the Cali crew?”

Robin shook her head. “We know they were alive when we took out Vecna because of the piggyback El did with Max to kill the bastard. But nothing since.”

Steve nodded and he slipped back into a deep sleep. This time sleeping straight through dinner until morning.

~

“Quiet!” a woman hissed. “The nurses were kind enough to let us stay if we didn’t wake him.”

“But it’s boring!” whined someone else.

“You don’t have to stay here, Mike,” yet another voice murmured. “I can take you home.”

“He would only be grumpier at home,” Steve muttered startling all them.

There were suddenly people shouting at each other for waking him until Joyce whistled, bringing everything to sharp silence.

He was relieved and slowly opened his eyes and did a head count. Seven. He blinked at them a moment and then counted a second time. Then he really focused on the faces.

“Hopper!”

Suddenly the old police chief was at his side. “You kept everyone safe. I’m so proud of you.”

Steve felt tears roll down his face for the first time since waking up. Everyone was safe. He had done it.

“I hope you don’t mind us bringing Argyle,” Jonathan said breaking into the moment to lighten the mood, “he said he wanted to meet you before he went back to Cali. His parents are pretty pissed at him right now.’

Steve looked over at the Native boy and cocked his head. “Welcome to the Party, man. I hope you at least got cookies.”

Everyone burst out laughing and the somber mood was broken. Everyone else was there. El and Nancy and Will, too.

His family was complete again.

~

It was about a week later when he was finally released from the hospital and allowed to go home.

He was currently holed up on the sofa with his art supplies and a board to draw on. He was working on his final comic when Eddie came in with lunch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, coming to sit on the coffee table in front of him. “Wha’cha working on?”

Steve smiled up at his boyfriend. “My last Boy With a Bat comic. The last time the intrepid hero uses his trusty baseball bat and it’s against the final boss.”

“Have you thought about what you want to do once you’re on your feet again?”

“Well, considering Keith fired me,” he answered with a half shrug, “looking for another job to start.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. The rat bastard. You were in the hospital, you couldn’t come into work. Which considering there wasn’t a lot of town that even functioning at that point it seemed extra callous.”

“Yeah.” Steve chewed on the lid of his pen for a moment. “I heard the radio station was hiring interns and I thought that would be something I could do. And then maybe work my way up to DJ so I can play my boyfriend’s band’s music.”

Eddie chuckled. “That sounds great, Stevie.”

Steve stared at the box he was currently drawing and tapped the pen back and forth between his fingers.

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “What’s on your mind there, babe?”

Steve chewed on his bottom lip a moment and then pulled out a small box from the cushions of the sofa. He handed it to Eddie.

“I know it’s probably too early for this,” Steve hedged, “and we can’t even make it legal, but I want to spend the rest of my life...” he looked up into Eddie’s eyes, “with you.”

Eddie looked down at the black velvet box and gently opened it with that annoying pop jewelry boxes tended to have.

In the bed of black velvet was a platinum ring with a single obsidian stone nestled in the band.

“Stevie...” Eddie murmured, pained. “It’s–”

“Too much,” Steve said with a sigh. “I know. But there is only one love for me now and you’re it, Eds. You’re everything to me.”

Eddie looked down at the ring and then set it on his knee. He worked off the ring on his right hand and slid it on to Steve’s left ring finger.

Steve looked down at the ring on his hand and then back up to Eddie in wide-eyed wonder. “Eddie?”

Eddie handed the box back to him. “You’ve got to put it on yourself, big boy. I’m not going to do the work for you.”

Steve’s lip trembled as he swung his feet off the sofa and set aside his art work. He took the box from Eddie’s hand and slipped his ring over the finger that once held the ring on his own hand.

“One love,” Eddie echoed.

“One lifetime,” Steve agreed.

Then they kissed. They didn’t know what was ahead for them, they just knew that they would do it together.

Steve would get his job at the radio station and stick around until the youngest of the party graduated, while Eddie and his band worked hard to make it big. Brian would leave the band after a year to get married and Janice would join them instead.

The kids would scatter across the country to do great things. Robin and Vickie would move to San Francisco together. But Nancy and Jonathan would break up. It would be mutual as they realized they wanted different things. Jonathan would move out to Cali with Argyle and Nancy would go to Emerson.

Eddie and Steve would live to see gay marriage legalized and tie the knot formally. They would see many years and live through many lives and jobs and through it all Steve had his comics.

He had gotten permission to write up their adventures from Dr. Owens, provided enough it was changed. And then it wrote it all. Starting with a D&D game and a little boy who just wanted to beat the demogorgon.

But when the comic became popular and made into a TV series, the question always asked was: “Where did you get the idea for it?”

And Steve would always reply: “It started with a boy and a nail bat.”

~

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