#Teacher Steve

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

oh, I heard it through the grapevine

by idontshaveforsher_yesyoudo

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Characters Additional Tags: POV Outsider, 5+1 Things, texhnically not, Teachers, Future Fic, Fix-It, band teacher eddie, shop teacher steve, basketball coach steve, and also, guidance counsellor steve, Established Relationship, Humor Words: 4,638 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“It just doesn’t make sense why Mr. Harrington’s single! He’s nice, he’s funny, he’s hot for his age -“ “I overheard him threatening to smash Mr. Munson’s kneecaps in with a spiked bat the other day,” Paul says. “I’m telling you, he has a dark past.” or, not a single senior student at their high school can figure out what’s the deal with mr. harrington’s love life. maybe the answer is closer than they think.

[strangersatellites]

somebody somewhere shared my fic I've got this burning desire to set you on fire recently and the kudos on it jumped so fast!! so I wrote part two as a treat!! thanks to whoever that was lmao

this can be read as a standalone or as a companion ficlet to the original fic linked above!

Steve’s students sit with rapt attention under the dimmed lights and Eddie’s theatrical storytelling. While Eddie sits in Steve’s desk chair, his arms gesticulate wildly with a flair like no other. Steve props against the arm of his chair and drags his hand softly up and down Eddie’s back while he lets himself fall into the memory. 

Last October

Corroded Coffin’s show at The Venue at Fourth and West is the biggest they’ve played yet.

Seven thousand people and Steve and Robin, as always, take their rightful place on the front and center barricade. 

Eddie’s on stage, adrenaline pumping and energy high as they play through their last song before the encore. 

From his vantage point he’s got a perfect view of Steve singing his heart out and dancing with Robin, wearing a smile so bright it puts the spotlights to shame. 

If Eddie’s heart wasn’t already pounding at the sight it would be as he holds out the last chord of the final song on their set. 

As the noise in the room swells with the crowd’s cheers and applause, the lights dim and Eddie sees the other three guys slip off stage.

Steeling himself with a deep breath, Eddie meets the stagehand to his left and switches his Warlock for an acoustic. 

Where he stood centerstage previously, there now sits a stool and a mic stand. He makes himself comfortable, sat far back with one foot anchored to the ground and the other braced on the stool’s cross-rod. 

A single spotlight beams down directly on him as he leans over to speak into his mic.

“Alright, alright. I’ve got one last song for you today and it’s pretty special. Now I’m saying this once and I don’t want to hear shit about it again, got it? I do not care if you do not like this song because it's not for any of you motherfuckers!” 

Laughter ripples through the crowd and a few people in the audience yell back. 

Eddie scans his eyes across the crowd and they land on his boy once more. He can only imagine his smile mirrors the one he sees on Steve’s face.

“Hey baby,” he starts and lets out a breathy laugh when Steve rolls his eyes and hides his face in his hands. “Don’t hide sunshine, I’ve got a song for you.” He snaps and waves at the security guards and waves them Steve’s way. “Come on up Stevie, you know the drill.”

Know the drill he does. While Steve hops the barricade and is led to the stage, Eddie addresses the crowd once more.

“Like I said, this song is not for any of you so I do not want to hear shit from any of you, okay?” He sets to loosening the strap on his guitar when Steve makes it to center stage with him.

Just out of earshot of the mic Steve props his hands on his hips and grins. Asks, “Okay, what’re we doing this time?”

Eddie smirks and holds his guitar out to his right and pats the front of the stool for Steve to sit.

Steve snorts as he makes his way over. “If you think my ass is going to fit there you’ve got another thing coming.”

Eddie barks out a laugh and shifts further onto his stool as Steve sits, his back pressed tight to Eddie’s chest. He smacks a kiss to Steve’s cheek and waggles his eyebrows.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!”

He swings his guitar back over his own shoulder and across Steve’s chest, hooks his chin over his shoulder and adjusts his grip.

Steve giggles down at the action and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“How many times did you make Gareth practice this with you?” He laughs.

“Too fucking many!” Gareth yells from his place in the wings.

Eddie shushes them both and kicks his mic stand a little closer as he starts to strum. He leans in close to Steve’s ear and whispers “Love you Stevie,” before he starts humming into the mic.

Realistically he knows he has approximately seven seconds before Steve catches on. He savors the brief moments where Steve just smiles and sways along.

At second six the recognition flutters across his features and he snaps his head towards Eddie.

“Is this fucking Taylor Swift?”

Eddie laughs and says “Eddie’s Version.”.

Steve laughs and rubs a hand down his face. Eddie hears a muffled “Oh my god” just before he begins to sing. 

Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving

But I know I saw a light in you

And as we walked we would talk

And I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Robin, god love her, Eddie sees has taken her role in this whole shenanigan very seriously. Having rounded up every photographer and videographer right up in front of center stage. Her own smile is barely contained where she covers her mouth with her hands.

Of all the guys tossing rocks at your window

I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing

I don't always have to be alone

Just before he makes it to the chorus Steve’s laughter has calmed down and he’s left with a pleased smile as he sways to the music braced against Eddie’s chest. 

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He swings his guitar up and over Steve’s head and tugs him back onto the stool as he steps off. Steve looks at him with a confused smile but he doesn't go too far. He props a foot up on the cross-rod and leans in close when he starts again.

Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling

So I've got some things to say to you 

I've seen it all, so I thought

But I never seen nobody shine the way you do

He spins around with a flourish and props on Steve’s other side and flutters his eyelashes to make Steve laugh again.

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name

It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?

I think you and I should stay the same

Before the second chorus he breaks out of his Steve induced trance and looks back to the crowd and laughs when he’s met with a sea of flashlight beams swaying back and forth. When he looks back at his boy he finds him giggling with a look of awe on his face.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He leans in close and says “Alright we’re gonna switch it up here Stevie, you ready?”

Steve smiles as bright as the sun. “For anything.”

Eddie takes his guitar off and hands it off to someone, he doesn’t know who to be honest. Doesn’t really care. 

Gareth and Jeff take up playing the song while Eddie takes the mic off its stand.

They're dimming the stage lights

You're perfect for me

Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine

The boys keep playing as Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He looks at Steve one more time, sees him smiling and happy. 

He reaches a hand into his back pocket and feels the box he’d snuck in when he switched guitars.

Takes a deep breath and drops down to one knee.

If he could hear over the blood in his ears he’d hear the crowd go crazy and the incessant sound of camera shutters.

But as it is he swears he can hear Steve’s sharp intake of breath when he realizes what’s happening.

Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons

Why I should be the one you choose

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful

But would they sing this song for you?

Steve’s got his hand covering his mouth and tears in his eyes and he’s nodding. He’s nodding even though Eddie hasn’t asked yet and he loves Steve so much.

I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He doesn’t even get to finish the rest of the lyrics because Steve is up and off the stool and has both hands pressed to his cheeks dragging him into a fierce kiss before he can even think. 

Eddie’s smiling and laughing so much that it's all teeth. But he’s so happy it's all teeth, it's all love, it's all Steve.

His arms are around Steve’s waist and the mic is somewhere, he doesn’t know or care.

“Stevie, baby. Baby I haven’t asked,” he laughs onto Steve’s lips.

Steve wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face in his shoulder.

“Yes. A hundred times yes. Don’t care. Yes!”

Eddie pulls Steve to face him with two hands on either side of his face, one still holding the box.

“Stevie, will you marry me?”

Steve's laugh resembles a sob but he’s smiling and nodding again and Eddie’s never been happier. 

“Yes.”

~~~~~

“You proposed with a Taylor Swift song?!” The curly-headed kid in the front row screeches.

Eddie uses his context clues to assume this is Dustin. 

Steve pipes up from his spot beside him. “He used to sing me that song when we were dating and it always made me laugh. I especially liked it when he would sing it in a Metallica shirt.”

Several of the other kids snort.

The door swings open in a flourish and Robin comes barreling in.

“Dude, are you holding your kids hostage? What’s goin– Oh hey Eds!” She waves.

“Hey Birdie.”

Steve looks at his watch and swears under his breath. “Alright guys, who’s going to Miss Buckley’s class next? Get out of here. I’ll sort the rest of you out.”

Eddie waves him off. “Don’t worry about it Stevie. I told Ms. Loretta in the office to let Nance and Jon know they’d be late to next period.”

Steve scoffs in shock. “Loretta likes you too much. I don’t know how you got in her good graces. Why would you do that though?”

“Well I thought your kiddos,” he gives the students a pointed glance,” would have figured me out by now and I wanted to bug them about their super cool, hot teacher.”

Steve claps his hands together in exasperation. “Okay, that’s enough. Everybody out!”

Students zip up their bags and filter out of the room and Robin knocks them on the back of the head as they walk out the door.

Steve shoves at Eddie’s shoulders. “You too! Go talk to Ms. Loretta, I have assignments to grade!”

Eddie laughs and ambles towards the door. He stops in the door frame and looks back at Steve who has his hands on his hips behind his desk. He wolf whistles and smiles back at him.

“See you at home big boy,” he winks. 

“Out!”

[harringroveera]

AU where the age gap between the older teens are way bigger and Steve’s a twenty something kindergarten teacher and he has to call little 5 years old Max’s parents because she keeps making the boys in class cry (The Party). Turns out Max’s only legal guardian is Billy, her hot older (also twenty something) brother, and Steve’s absolutely head over heels for him whenever Billy grins and flirt with him.

And from then on Billy would always come in the school to pick up Max and see Steve in his cute kindergarten teacher clothes with an apron full of handprints of little kids.

Somehow Max gets even into more troubles and Steve has to call Billy to school to talk to him over and over at least every week, to the point they end up fucking in Steve’s classroom one time.

In the end it’s revealed that Billy lets Max eat ice creams whenever she gets Billy to come talk to the “hot” teacher at her kindergarten.

[livingdeadvoid]

Musician!Eddie and Teacher!Steve breathes life into my corpse

Eddie would go on like tours and every year Steve would take like a week off to go on tour with him. So each year he has to explain to his new students about his husband and what he does. And some of his students (mostly the emo ones) recognize the name immediately and start freaking out because hey, my teacher is married to Eddie freaking Munson?? It's really funny to Eddie and Steve gets annoyed whenever people ask him if they can meet his husband.

I also love the idea that Steve has taught both little kids and teenagers. He is currently teaching 10th grade math because I said so.

[puppy-stevee]

famous rockstar eddie, normie teacher steve, and their kid who dreams of being on broadway

[cherrydreamer]

Been thinking about Teacher!Steve in the 90s who confiscates an annoyingly beepy Tamagotchi from one of his kids, and is very serious when he reminds them of the rule- Not to be returned until home time. No exceptions.

Only for the kid to give him the biggest puppy-dog eyes ever, and say, "Please, Mr. Harrington, you can't let him die! Please!"

And, yeah OK, Steve's not exactly a hardass- no matter what his teacher stare might have you believe- and this kid really does seem worried. So Steve promises that he'll do his best and, after a quick tutorial from a whole gaggle of eager middle schoolers, Steve finds himself settling down on his lunch break and ignoring his marking to take care of this odd little egg instead.

And you know he gets attached. It's just a dumb little game really, but Steve is oddly charmed by it and, true to his word, he keeps that bunch of pixels alive and happy until he can be reunited with his relieved owner at the end of the day.

And if Steve just so happens to pass a toy shop on the way home? And pick up a little annoyingly beepy egg of his very own? Well he's a grown-ass adult and he can do what the hell he likes with his money, thank you very much!*

*That's his exact reply to Billy when their post-dinner couch cuddle is disturbed by a shrill beep, and Billy's eyebrows practically disappear into his curls when he spots the new addition to their household.

[melles1276]

Time to introduce some more (unofficial) members of the team, right?

Excerpt:

Chapter 12 - MIA

Camp Victory

“Hey, yo man!” Clint's voice shows his good mood. He smiles and greets the soldiers who cross his path. Casually walking through the camp, just the sight of the familiar buildings and the constant hustle and bustle brings back old memories for him. A touch of nostalgia is in the air and makes him pause briefly to turn around.

He has completed countless missions with Bucky and the other guys; they have been a well-rehearsed team in which everyone could rely on the other. Returning from missions was always special. After all, at the beginning of an assignment you could never tell whether you would make it back unscathed or even alive. He’s aware that this came with the job, but it often was overlooked that this brought a lot of tension to relationships back home. He’d experienced that too often.

Just like Bucky had. But both he and his friend do their best to establish a working relationship with their significant other despite all odds. And so far everything has gone fairly well. Nevertheless, he understands Lily all too well and knows that she was already longingly counting the days until her husband's return.

Who could blame her? Laura had done exactly the same thing.

After leaving active service, Clint had tried to live a normal life at home on his farm for a while. But what’s the definition of normal? Surely Laura had breathed a sigh of relief when he had completed his last tour. And he really tried. After his return, he began to spruce up the farmhouse and then the extensive area around the house.

But it was difficult for him. His thoughts were constantly circling back around to his company. As a sniper, he was something of a guardian angel for his comrades. And God knows, he loved his job. He helped to eliminate dangerous men, always hoping to make the world a little safer.

Unfortunately, this was a fallacy. The war is still in full swing and every day he hears about the official losses on both sides. He knows all too well from his own experience that reality is often different. Therefore, he’s lucky to have someone who can assist him in special cases without the bureaucracy. When it comes to obtaining reliable information unofficially, all he has to do is turn to Natasha Romanoff and he would gain access to data obviously not intended for the public.

The former secret agent worked in the background, pulling the strings necessary to make the interactions between everyone involved as smooth as possible. Over the years they had built up a close relationship of trust, and they are always in close contact.

“Hey, pencil pusher!”

“I'll never get rid of that title, will I?” Clint laughs out loud as he walks past a group of soldiers. He can't blame them, though. When he was still in the service, he had felt the same way about those whose job he’s doing now. But now, he has experienced himself how hard the job of the “pencil pusher” actually is. Some fought against the enemy, others - including him - against the bureaucracy.

"No, that’s for sure."

“To each his own!” he shouts after them without any resentment. He’s looking for Bucky to tell him good news. It’s just after 0100 hours, so most of the crew has already eaten lunch. Which in turn means that the sergeant will most likely be at Alpine's to give her some treats he has picked up from the canteen.

Pushing his sunglasses up to his forehead, Clint steps to the gate. “What are my decrepit eyes seeing?!”

Alpine doesn't come running towards him as usual, because she’s busy taking care of her kids.

“Since when?” he asks Torres, who is adding fresh straw to the small shelter that serves as sun and rain protection.

“It started last night. The two of them were there this morning,” Torres replies, brushing off his dusty gloves and walking towards Clint.

“And where is the new father?” Clint wants to know, letting his eyes wander.

Torres sucks in a sharp breath.

“What?” Clint asks immediately, noticing his counterpart’s reaction. “Don’t tell me he passed out? How will he react when I tell him that there’ll be a serving of a big, fat turkey on Thanksgiving? But hey,” he winks at Torres, “you didn’t get that from me, okay? I mean, I-"

“Didn’t you hear?” Joaquín interrupts his flow.

Clint frowns. "What do you mean?"

“Bravo Company was attacked and went missing.”

“Oh shit,” Clint blurts out. “But Miller is a tough guy who will-”

“The Sarge was there,” Torres adds. “Miller last clocked in 48 hours ago. The last radio messages from Sarge or Bell came almost 24 hours ago. Since then … nothing. Miller's Humvee was found burned out by aerial surveillance. There were no survivors.”

“Stop bullshitting,” Clint says. “You’re kidding me?”

Torres shakes his head in silence.

“But why… is Bucky with Bravo Company?” He can't really believe it yet.

“He was assigned at short notice,” replies Joaquín.

They are now facing each other. Clint can see the concern on the younger man's face. "Wait a minute! You said there were no survivors. And yet… there was a radio message from Bucky?”

“The unit was traveling with two Humvees. Miller's was destroyed, all occupants ... Miller and Jackson, as well as two civilians ... were found dead. There is no trace of the Humvee in which the Sarge was traveling with Bell and two other civilians.”

Clint raises his chin defiantly. “Okay, that’s a ray of hope.” In fact, a completely different scenario is running through his mind at the same time. Kidnapping and torture of foreign, especially American soldiers are not uncommon. However, he decides to rule out this option for now. “Bucky knows what to do.”

“I still have a really bad feeling about it.”

“What do you know about the mission?”

“Pretty much nothing,” Torres shrugs. “It was a very short-term thing. Some NGO workers who should be brought back. Colonel Fury isn't giving out any information. I only know about the Humvees from hearsay.”

“Fury,” Clint rolls his eyes. Then he puts his hands on his hips, looks at a point in the distance, narrows his eyes, and mulls over the situation at hand. “Okay, okay,” he mumbles, going through the options in his head. He needs more information to assess the situation better. In these kinds of cases, the right people who can give you this data are worth their weight in gold. “Maybe I should call in a few favors.”

Joaquín has secretly hoped to hear something like that, but he also knows that it’s difficult - or rather, forbidden - to act arbitrarily within the chain of command. A hopeful smile appears on his face. "Thanks."

“I can’t promise anything,” Clint reminds him.

“Understood,” Torres nods. “But at least I know you’re doing something. Nothing’s coming from the leadership.” He looks at his watch, “I have to go. Thanks again.”

“No problem, man.” As he watches Torres leave, he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. With just a few clicks, he has established a secure connection and is waiting for his call to be answered. After the third ringtone the voicemail starts. “Hey Nat. Call me as soon as you hear this." Then he hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket.

In the meantime, Alpine has trotted towards him and lets out a loud bleat.

Clint opens the gate and enters to kneel in front of her. In return, she immediately nudges him, smells him, and licks the material of the T-shirt. Whatever the reason, she finds it interesting enough to chew on a corner of it. “Don't do that,” he says with a grin, which Alpine takes as an opportunity to complain loudly. The animal seems restless. With her golden yellow eyes she keeps a careful eye on the surroundings, her ears steadily turning like she probably is waiting to hear a familiar voice. “Hey, old girl,” he whispers to her as he scratches the shaggy fur. “You miss him, huh? But don't worry. I'll take care of it."

[resident-gay-bitch]

“Hmm.” Steve murmured. “ I think making a songwriter fall in love with me was an amazing life choice. I happen to quite like being serenaded, you know?”

- Sunshine Smile - by me, jay :)

[idiotcurls]

IMAGINE THIS!

In my Rockstar AU, Eddie isn't the suave, cat like, sexy, wild man, he usually is portrayed like in ffs.. He's at the beginning of his career and quite awkward, afraid no one will turn up to see their small venue gigs. Don't get me wrong, he is still very good at what he is doing. He puts his heart and soul into his songs, he has a presence on stage. People who come to his gigs are swept off their feet. Eddie does not see that yet. He walks up and down the backstage area, before he goes on stage, hoping he won't mess up the new riff he wrote the day before.

Eddie ADORES Steve because he seems to have is life in order. Going to school, working as a student teacher, he is doing something good for the world, teaching the kids, while he sees himself as an idiot with a guitar, who does fuck all. In the beginning Steve also thinks Eddie is just an idiot with a guitar. But listening to him play live, he is fucking moved by his music. One of the acustic tracks made him tear up a little. But he is not ready to admit that to his face.

[xd3str0yax]

Sweetheart

Diabetic teacher Steve & teacher Billy

Being a teacher was time consuming to say the least. Getting time alone during the day was a rare occurrence for him between classes and tutoring students during his off period and the students eating in his classroom during lunch. It was no secret that he was one of the more popular teachers.

What was a secret though, was why he always seemed to have his biceps covered. No matter the weather, he always made a clear effort to keep his upper arms hidden. That raised the question among his students: ‘what was Mr. Harrington hiding?’.

-•-•-•-

“How many times do I have to tell you two? Quit talking!” He typically didn’t mind his students whispering to each other during class but he’d been irritable the whole class period. “Now, I’ve noticed many of you are struggling with imagery in your essays. The key to effective imagery is good vocabulary…” He trailed off a bit as he spoke, feeling sick.

“Um… go ahead and note imagery in your independent reading books.” He said as he sat down at his desk. The behavior change was noticed by the class but with how on edge he’d been, everyone decided to keep their mouths shut.

Steve broke his ‘no phones’ policy, using it to check his CGM: continuous glucose monitor. “Fuck.” He muttered, unfortunately loud enough to earn snickers from a few students near his desk. His blood sugar level was only 57 mg/dl, AKA, too low.

He opened up his snack drawer… empty. “Crap… this is fine, everything’s fine.” He whispered to himself. Lunch was in an hour, he could wait til then. He sipped his water, hoping it would help soothe his nausea. He rested his head on his desk, hoping his students wouldn’t notice how sick he looked.

15 minutes had gone by and he felt like he was spinning. He looked up, visibly pale & disoriented, as he heard a knock and the classroom door opening. The students looked worried as they eyed their haggard teacher and the stranger approaching him. They began quietly speaking amongst themselves, unsure of what was going on.

-•-•-•-

Being a middleschool art teacher was a more relaxed job than Billy expected. He gave a lesson at the beginning of class then gave his students the rest of the time to work. After those first 30 minutes of class, he mostly just watched the class and pretended not to find humor in the many penises the hoard of pre-teens created.

He was talking to a student about an art contest she had entered when an alarm went off on his phone. He interrupted himself and rushed to his desk to check his husband’s blood sugar.

Billy went to get a teacher to cover his class while he rushed to the highschool. He grabbed the emergency bag from his car and ran over. He knew Steve had a habit of neglecting himself but he still expected Steve to take care of it after the first two alerts. Now though, it was his time to take over.

-•-•-•-

“Bills? What’re you doing here?” Steve asked. “You cant keep doing this to yourself, sweetheart.” Billy stated, coming around the desk and kneeling in front of him. The brunette’s cheeks flushed a bit as he realized all eyes in the room were on them.

“Im fine, babe.” Steve weakly protested as Billy took a case out of the desk and unzipped it. “I’m not gonna let you have a seizure in front of a bunch of teenagers just because you’re stubborn.” He said as he pricked the other man’s finger and squeezed the blood onto the test strip.

Steve was embarrassed and he wanted to be upset with Billy for double checking his blood sugar in front of his class but he knew he was right. He tried to hide his face a bit, he hated when people saw him while managing his diabetes. Even after over a decade with it, he’s still just as shy about it now as he was as a kid.

His thoughts were interrupted by Billy handing him a bottle of apple juice & bag of pretzels, it was small but should get his blood sugar up enough so he doesn’t die while waiting for his lunch break. He finished the carbs and decided to introduce the living spectacle that was lingering in the room, waiting so they could get lunch together.

“Class… this is my husband Bi- Mr. Hargrove. He’s a teacher at the middle school and he’s gonna be staying the rest of the period.” He managed to resist the urge to call Billy by his first name and then gave him the floor.

Billy was slightly panicked as the rooms attention turned to him. He wasn’t good with teenagers, that’s the main reason he didn’t become a highscool teacher. “Uh, hi! I’m Billy- or Mr. Hargrove- either one’s fine. I’m an art teacher at the middle school right across the street.”

He paused for a moment and leaned back over to Steve. “Is it ok if I explain it to them?” He asked in a hushed voice. Once he got permission, he faced the class again. “Basically, Mr. Harrington’s body can’t regulate its blood sugar so sometimes it’ll get really low and he can pass out or have seizures or die, or it can get really high and stuff can build up in his blood and he can go into a coma or die.”

He started explaining the different types of diabetes while Steve kept an eye on his blood sugar, eating carbs accordingly. Honestly, he thinks its a bit cute: all the stuff Billy’s learned just to help take care of him. It would’ve been so easy for Billy to just leave him to deal with it alone but he didn’t.

He watched billy dreamily, a fond smile crept onto his face as he started tuning back in to the conversation. At some point, Billy’s rambling turned from diabetes to a debate with a student about basketball. He loves watching those blonde curls bounce as he gets more animated when he talks about things he’s passionate about.

Billy finished his debate and came back over to check Steve again. “You feeling better, sweetheart?” He asked as he checked the monitor again. A smile growing on his face as he saw it was a somewhat normal amount again. He pressed a gentle kiss to his husbands forehead as the bell rang.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance

by LexiRoseWrites

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Divorce, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Teacher Steve Harrington, Scarification, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Falling In Love, Older Steve Harrington, Younger Eddie Munson, Age Difference, Knotting, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Gentle Sex, Alpha Nancy Wheeler, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Oneshot, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Hurt Steve Harrington, Whump, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Bottom Steve Harrington, Service Top Eddie Munson, Pillow Princess Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington-centric, Self-Esteem Issues, Chubby Steve Harrington, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unhealthy Relationships, not between eddie and steve though, Body Worship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Feminization, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Weight Gain Words: 14,510 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“What’s the name, sweetheart?” He ignores the butterflies in his stomach at that. His alpha doesn’t call him nice pet names anymore, so it’s hard not to get flustered about hearing it from a young, attractive guy. “I’m- I’m not sure. It’s probably under Nancy or Steve Wheeler?” The man skims the book before looking up, his smile dropping into an awkward grimace. He clears his throat before lowering his voice. “Steve Harrington?” His chest gets tight. Nancy wastes no time moving on without him. He nods, swallowing down the pain. This is not the place for a breakdown. He has the rest of his life to grieve. It’s only day two. —————— Steve goes into Hellfire Ink for one reason and one reason only: to have his mating bond broken. Meeting the owner, who specializes in this taboo service, is the silver lining to being blindsided at the sudden and devastating end of his twelve year marriage to Nancy. It only takes a handful of painful scarification sessions for them to redefine their expectations of love.

[strangersatellites]

i’ve got this burning desire to set you on fire

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“Alright gang, don’t forget to have your reports on classical literature that has been turned into film submitted by the end of the day tomorrow! I will be grading them during my office hours on Friday! I have a hot date this weekend and I will not be missing it because you hooligans didn’t get your work done on time! Got it?”

A chorus of wolf whistles and peals of laughter sound out over the zipping of book bags and students flooding the halls.

His front-row class clown, Lucas, cheers, “Ow ow! Get some Mr. H! Who’s the lucky lady?”

Steve props up against the front of his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “My partner finally has a Saturday night off so we made plans.”

Stopping on his way out of the room, resident boy genius Dustin spins on his heel. “Wait wait wait. You’re like, dating dating someone?!” He shrieks.

The teacher huffs out a laugh, these kids are not very observant. “Uh, I’m engaged actually.”

Or, the one where Steve thinks his students can guess who he is engaged to.

Rockstar Eddie Munson was never on their radar.

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[aliea82]

Unfinished

He paused. He didn’t know why, but he did, something telling him to turn even though his heart was pounding, and his hands were shaking so bad he had to turn. So, he did, only to find Eddie stood by the sofa, head downcast, eyes closed, his free hand fisting the back of the sofa cushion.

“Why are you staying here?” He saw Eddie jump slightly, obviously not expecting Steve to still be so close, his fist tightened on the sofa again, and when he looked up, he looked angry.

“What is it to you, Harrington?” Steve took a step back. He knew that tone, that was full-on angry Eddie, and he had only been privy to it once.

“I just… sorry, it's none of my business. I’ll see myself out.”

Before he reached the door, a hand grabbed his arm, turning him and pushing him against the nearest wall. Blindsided was an understatement to how he felt when Eddie loomed over him, despite Steve being taller, because he was not expecting it.

Holding his breath, he went still as Eddie placed his hands either side of Steve’s head and leant forward till his forehead pressed against Steve’s. At the sudden contact and proximity, Steve felt his skin ignite, his eyes fluttering close as he bit back a gasp.

Eight years vanished in an instant, he dropped his bag, his hands finding slim hips covered in what he discovered was a silk shirt, while Eddie moved a hand to the side of Steve’s face.

“I promised myself once that if I ever saw you again, I would just walk away, that I wouldn’t let you do anything to get under my skin again, that I would just ignore you and leave.”

“Eds- “

“Shut the fuck up.” The command was hissed, and Steve shut his mouth, his heart pounding so hard he was surprised it had not ripped out his chest.

“Do you have any idea how hard you are to get over? Do you have a single clue as to how hard it was for me not to come crawling back? And then you come here of your own free will, to a place you said you hated. Why Steve? Why the fuck are you here?”

Eddie’s eyes were so dark when he finally looked at Steve, his hand hot against Steve’s face, his body having moved closer, pressing against Steve in a way only a lover should, and it was surprising to Steve that he hadn’t passed out from the intensity of the situation.

“I...” Eddie chose that moment to brush his lips softly at the corner of Steve’s mouth. “Fuck.”

“Answer the question, Steve: why are you here?”

“I needed to be.”

“Why?” Eddie asked, his lips now at Steve’s jaw.

“I... I don’t know. Fuck, Eddie, stop.”

“Why?” Eddie moved up to his ear speaking directly into it. “tell me Steve, do you still like to be tied up? Do you still like to be fucked so hard you cannot sit for a week? Do you still like to have your control taken away so completely you are left vulnerable and bare for all to see?”

“Oh God.” Steve’s legs gave out, but Eddie caught him, his arms wrapping around him, holding him up against the wall.

“Ah, I see.” Eddie smiled before he pressed forward and kissed Steve so intently, Steve was sure he would have lost his legs again if Eddie had not already been holding him up. Steve kissed him back, his hands going from hips to hair, his fingers delving into curls they had missed so much it was painful.

However, before he could really settle into the kiss, Eddie pulled away completely, leaving Steve cold and wobbling on his feet. He watched as Eddie returned to sofa falling onto it without looking at him.

“Like you said, see yourself out, Harrington.”

Steve felt like he had been hit, the breath knocked from him at the blatant dismissal. Pushing away from the wall, he ran to the front door, pulling it open and letting it slam close behind him as he stumbled to his car.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42428037

[smokingthemoutbasement]

Working on second chapter of Eddie Munson (Rockstar, Father?) and I'm sorry to all those Gareth fans cause fuck is he mean in this. It's for the plot I swear.

Thank you again to everyone reading the first chapter. Your comments and kudos are very motivating. I'm trying to write as much as I can on my free time which isn't a lot cause of work. Hopefully this month the second chapter will be up.

Ko-fi

[dragonflylady77]

OH I'M SO GLAD THERE IS A PART TWO BECAUSE THIS HAS ME GOING FERAL, MY FRIEND.

Teacher!Steve/Single Dad Billy AU

Billy doesn't really know what to expect when he opens the doors to Hawkins Elementary school for parent teacher conference night.

Becca's mom had always been the one doing all the school stuff. She'd been the one meeting teachers, sending in snacks, helping with homework. She'd been the one taking care of all the everyday things.

He'd just been the every other weekend dad.

So he didn't know how these things worked. He didn't know how a lot of things worked. But he had no choice now. He was going to have to learn quickly, because the world doesn't stop moving when someone dies. It just keeps going, dragging you along for the ride.

And the last two months have been a hell of a ride.

It's not that he doesn't know how to take care of his daughter, he's shared custody since she was a baby, but raising her full time? He's not sure how he's going to manage that. He'd already had to come back to Hawkins because his only support system is his sister, Max, and she'd never left.

So he just.. doesn't know how to do this.

But he knows he has to try.

Because Becca's grandparents have hated his guts from the moment they saw him, so they'll be waiting for him to fuck up. And if he does, they will probably swoop in and try to take her from him. Take her back to California.

He won't go down without a fight, of course, but he doesn't want to fight over Becca. There's no contest. She's his.

She's his and Leslie's. And Leslie isn't here anymore. So…

Becca is his.

He wouldn't be here, looking for room 202 at 6:30 on a Tuesday night, otherwise.

He wouldn't be wading through the halls so packed full of parents that it's hard to move. He wouldn't be trying to ignore them all, because some give him flirty smiles as he passes, some nod their heads, and some try to give him a wide berth, because that's Billy Hargrove and he was kinda notorious in his youth.

He wouldn't be doing any of this if he didn't want to do right by her. If he didn't love her.

So Leslie's parents can kiss his ass.

He sighs in relief when he finally finds the right room and opens the decorated door. But then he is caught completely off guard, nearly loses his breath when he steps inside his daughter's first grade classroom. Because the man sitting behind the teachers desk, the man looking down at a grade book, is Steve fucking Harrington.

Mr Harrington.

Becca's teacher.

Ok, yeah, maybe he should have put two and two together, but like… the last Billy'd heard, he'd taken over his daddy's business. It never crossed his mind that he'd end up teaching.

Teaching his daughter.

Why hadn't Max warned him? She had to have known.

Oh, they're having words when he gets home.

When the door closes behind Billy, Harrington starts speaking, eyes still downcast and hidden behind a pair of glasses. "Right on time. It's nice to meet you Mr-" He cuts himself off when he looks up from his papers and sees him.

Billy lets himself smirk, but inside he's kinda reeling. He'd had a total hard on for this guy in high school, and even though he looks ridiculously dorky right now, he still feels a spark of interest there.

Wonderful.

"It's been awhile, pretty boy." He says, coming to stand in front of the desk.

"Hargrove." He huffs after a second of looking like a deer in the headlights. "Rebecca Hargrove. I cant believe I didn't realize."

"If it makes you feel any better, I hadn't made the connection either," He shrugs.

"I'm just...surprised." He admits, "I never pictured you as a kid having kind of guy."

Eh, that's fair.

"I never pictured you as a teacher, either." He replies, "but I probably should have. You looked after the brats all the time back then."

He runs a hand through his hair, which Billy notes is shorter than it had been in school, but there's still enough of it that it sticks up all messy cute when he does it.

"Yeah, I mean, that's not why I chose this field, but they definitely brought out something in me."

He looks fond as shit, like he's remembering something nice. And Billy…that spark in his gut is slowly setting a fire inside him and he does not need this shit right now.

He doesn't need to be thinking about Harrington's stupid face, and pretty mouth. Or be wondering if his ass still looks good under that desk.

No.

His daughter is his top priority.

So if his dick could fuck off right now, that'd be great.

He coughs to mask how uncomfortable he suddenly is. "So, this conference thing?"

"Yes, right." Harrington clears his throat. "There's just a couple things, really. Despite transferring this late into the school year, Becca is actually doing well academically so far. She's very bright, ahead of some of the kids, even. But I do have a small concern. It's nothing serious, could be that she's still adjusting as a new student, but she gets a bit withdrawn and refuses to speak sometimes."

He doesn't know if it's annoying or endearing that he's been paying enough attention to her behavior that he's worried. She's been in his class all of a month.

"Yeah, that kinda happens when you lose your mom." He tells him. Not to get a reaction, but to be honest. He should know why she gets quiet and sad.

He can see a bit of red slowly appearing on Harrington's cheeks and he looks absolutely distraught. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't- It all makes sense now. I had no idea that you'd lost your wife."

"No, no. She was never my wife," he corrects. "but thank you. It's been harder on Becca than me. Her and her mom were close and then...well I never thought I'd be raising her alone. I needed Max's help, so I moved us back here. She pretty much lost everything familiar when she lost her mom."

"That's so awful, " He replies, and he sounds sad, like he truly feels upset by the revelation. "I'll be sure to respect her boundaries and not make her talk in class if she doesn't want to."

Billy can't help the little upturn of his lips. "I'd really appreciate that."

They kind of stare awkwardly at each other for a moment before Harrington startles a bit, which is weird because there was no sound or anything that should have spooked him.

"Um, anyway, your daughter is a sweet girl, and I'm sure she will continue doing well in class. Thank you for coming in to speak with me. It helps when parents actually show up."

"It wasn't a problem." He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, trying hard not to just run away. Because he's getting a little hot under the collar. "Gotta get used to these things now."

"Yeah," He sighs. "And again, I'm sorry for your loss."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just let me know if my kid ever needs me. I'll come get her."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary, but I'll be sure to do that."

"Thanks," He turns to leave but stops for just a second. "See ya around, Teach."

And then he's out the door and in his car, heart racing a bit.

Because…

Not only is Steve Harrington still pretty as fuck, he also cares a lot about his students, about Becca.

And Billy…

Billy is so fucking screwed.

Part II

[morganbritton132]

The cameras at the VMAs: *cut to Eddie Munson’s husband when he’s on stage to present an award*

Steve’s students, past and present, watching at home: Was that my math teacher??