#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!”

[melles1276]

New chapter is online!

Excerpt:

Chapter 15 - Still there

Steve immediately storms into the room, rushes to the bed, and kneels next to it. “Bucky!” His hand shakes as he places it on Bucky's bearded cheek, trying to convince himself that he isn't imagining it and that his friend is actually lying in bed before him. Immediately he notices the fever, the clammy, damp skin and a slight tremor.  “Oh my God!” he breathes a sigh of relief, despite the dense situation.

“Is-is that …” It takes a while for Bucky to react, but he finally cracks open his eyes a little. 

“It’s me.” He explains. “It’s Steve.”

“Ste-ve?”

A smile of relief appears on his face. "Yes. Yes, it's me." Tears of joy form in his eyes. “I thought you were dead.”

“Steve.” Life slowly returns to Bucky and with it the pain. He manages to lift and turn his head a few centimeters. His gaze goes to Steve and then to Fahim, who is standing next to him. He tries to reach for them, but he’s too weak, and his hand falls back onto the bed. “I-I thought…” he strains, “…you were smarter.”

Frowning, Fahim tilts his head before shrugging his shoulders.

Exhausted, Bucky lowers his head again and closes his eyes. “If they find me… here…” His voice trails off.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Steve shakes his head, hoping to allay some of the man’s fear of being discovered. “The Taliban were already here looking for us. But Fahim’s people hid us well.” Little by little everything’s starting to make sense. The enemy group must have followed them and as soon as they arrived in the village everything had to happen quickly. Only now does he realize what a great risk the village community has taken to help them. 

Everything in Bucky screams to get out of here. But he’s tired. So, so incredibly tired. Breathing through his half-open mouth, he lays there trying to think clearly. His eyelids are too heavy to open, so he doesn't try a second time. His left arm appears to be on fire. Without meaning to, he groans softly.

Steve's stomach clenches painfully as he hears the strangled sounds. Especially since he knows he’s responsible for it. “Shhh-shhhh,” he tries to calm Bucky and strokes his cheek. He carefully lifts the blanket and notices that Bucky's injury has apparently been taken care of. So far  - it seems - someone with medical knowledge took care of Bucky by also giving him an isotonic saline drip. At least that’s what the label says that is attached to the bag. Where does the equipment come from? Steve shakes his head. He can wonder about that later. Now he tries to get as much information as possible about Bucky's current condition and he takes a closer look. The bandage is new and Bucky is no longer wearing the vest. He’d also been given a new T-shirt. The stump of his arm is slightly elevated on a small pillow and is no longer attached to his upper body. Steve hopes that whoever has taken care of him has done so without aggravating the injury any further. 

The sight seems to unsettle Fahim and he quickly looks away.

Steve takes the opportunity to ask the boy for something. "Water? Drink?” He tries to make himself understood and emphasizes his words with a hand gesture in which he brings an imaginary glass to his lips.

Nodding, Fahim starts moving.

Steve is just about to tuck Bucky back in when Bucky's hand shoots out and grabs his wrist.

“W-we have to... radio contact...” He doesn't get any further when an excruciating pain shoots through his arm. He quickly lets go of Steve's hand and instinctively grabs his left elbow, holding the stump of his arm tightly to his chest as he rolls his upper body slightly to the side. The damp cloth also slips from his forehead. Groaning, he squeezes his eyes shut.

Seeing him suffering like this breaks Steve's heart. His thoughts are racing. The pain seems to increase in intensity, telling him that there’s no adequate pain relief available right now. How much time has passed since the last morphine injection? A glance at his watch reveals that it is early afternoon. In all the chaos he has lost all sense of time. He tries hard to remember the events of the past 24 hours. They had left shortly after sunrise and walked for how long? And after Fahim found them, how long did the journey to the village take? How long had he remained in hiding? He can't say. He only knows one thing for sure; they still have two injectors left which-

Without thinking, he reaches for the pockets of his vest and sticks his hand inside. He suddenly becomes aware of something and it makes his breath catch. He frantically feels the vest from top to bottom. His heart seems to skip a beat, because all the pockets are empty. Then he remembers that he had been searched for hidden weapons before he was dragged onto the cart. He quickly looks around, bends down, and even looks under the beds on all fours, but can't see a backpack or anything like that. “Shit!” he blurts out.

[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-steve]

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

[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.

[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.

Find the full story over on my AO3 page, link below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42428037

[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

explicit | 11.2k

“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.

read on ao3!

[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

[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."

[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??

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

My Darling

"Who even is that guy?"

"That's my darling"

----

It starts with a post.

Eddie had posted a photo on Instagram holding his acoustic guitar, cross legged on a chair.

Recently he had been front cover of a magazine of 'him' wrapped around a young woman. Living the Rockstar life.

His agent had suggested he show a more domestic side to him, a softer side.

Hence the acoustic.

It was summer so Steve was off of work and sleeping on the couch behind him, blankets up to his ears. The only thing visible was his hair peeking out and his arm hanging over the side of the couch. A sleeve of tattoos running down it all the way to his knuckles. Eddie loved that arm. He loved the way the tattoo curved around his knuckles like water. His nice, big. veiny hand that-

WOAH off topic.

He had done half the tattoos himself and made sure he payed for it all.It was the least he could do for all Steve has done for him.

They met eight and a half years ago, Steve had seen Eddie play at shitty clubs and recognized his mop of hair getting hit in the alleyway.

Eddie thought he was a goner for sure until Steve ripped the guy off him.

Steve just shot him a smile and complimented his guitar skills.

Eddie fell to his knees. He was gone for him.

He invited Steve to band practice as a thank you since he didn't have much to offer.

Two weeks later they were dating and Steve has been their number one fan since.

When Eddie got the record deal he dedicated everything to Steve.

Everything always was for him. As it should be.

Anyways,

Eddie posted the photo excited to promote the acoustic cover of his hit song 'My Hero, My Darling'.

The comments instantly went ballistic asking who the random man behind him was. He definitely wasn't in the band and why would notorious lady killer Eddie Munson have a man in his house...he couldn't possibly have friends.

Eddie responded to one comment only, knowing the rest would sort itself out.

"That's my darling ❤️"

----

"Eddie," Steve was frowning at him, poking his side with his foot.

"Eddie look at me this is serious."

"Yes my love?"

"You outed yourself. You were doing such a good job keeping this a secret. This will change everything."

Eddie turns over until his holding Steve close to him, his face in his hands.

"Good. I'm tired of hiding you my darling. I'm tired of the accusations."

"But Eddie you OUTED yourself."

"I won't say anything about you, I'd never out you Stevie. But I'm done hiding that I'm a simple man in love."

"...me too. I'm done too."

"Darling are you sure? This is a big deal. What about your school? Your principal?"

"I don't care. Everyone important to me knows. My family, my real family, know and don't care. They do wonder why I've been single for eight years but they'll get over it."

"Marry me."

"What?"

"Marry me oh my god that's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I love you so much please I can't live another moment not having you mine. Besides, if you get fired that's definitely a lawsuit and you know I've been pleasing for you to quit so I can take care of you, but you love those damn kids. Just...be mine...please."

"I've been yours. Since the start. Since always." They both have tears in their eyes.

"Yes?"

"YES OF COURSE YES!"

They're giggling through their kisses.

---

"Heeeeyyy everyone thanks for joining my live. I have something super important to inform you on! I'm getting married!!!!!"

The comments instantly flood in questioning him on moving too fast, asking if he's on drugs. The usual.

"Oooooh you guys have no idea."

----

The photo goes up an hour after the live ends.

It's Steve sitting on the couch, glasses on, red pen in his mouth. He's wearing a thick sweater and grumbling grading papers.

He looks so soft, so smooth, it's Eddie's favorite picture. The next picture in the carousel is Steve backstage at his concert. They're holding onto each other like they need each other to breathe.

The last picture is a selfie taken minutes after. Eddie with his stage makeup sweating off his face smiling brightly at the camera. and Steve kissing his cheek. Eyes squinted shut and eyeliner thick, he had worn it as a treat for Eddie.

It was well received.

The caption reads:

"I'm so happy to announce I'm marrying my best friend and partner of eight years! Everyone meet my darling. Steve is a local middle school teacher who has literally saved my life more than once. He saved my heart. God, I love him so much.

P.s. yes the tours are in the summer so Stevie can travel with us. I'd never leave him."

---

Bonus engagement edition:

"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO EDDIE MUNSON?!"

"Yes. We've been over this."

Eddie stuck out his hand to shake, "hi, Eddie Munson, nice to meet you."

"YOU HID THIS FOR EIGHT YEARS?!"

"Yes."

"I'M BASICALLY YOUR BROTHER! HE'S MY FAVORITE CELEBRITY!"

"Yes Dustin and you can't keep a secret."

"...fair...welcome to the family."

*inspired by my friend only learning her cousin was marrying someone famous when he showed up to Thanksgiving and she lost her mind

[resident-gay-bitch]

Once the song was fully recorded, Eddie wanted to celebrate. He took the Emmersons out to a fancy dinner, and thanked Gareth for his help. Apologised to them all for the hurt he’d imposed on them. He left dinner with a smile and a mission on his mind. He had the letter in his pocket, and he was going to go home, and call Steve.

- Sunshine Smiles - by me, jay :)