#to be so clear. steve's mom DOES love him but she's also extremely selfish

[florallylly]

i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

[broken-heartedgirlff]

Chapter 32~ Family Feud (Part 2)

Nobody wins when the family feuds But my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suit I'm clear why I'm here, how about you? Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute Mmmmm Pretty much If anybody gettin' handsome checks, it should be us Fuck rap, crack cocaine Nah, we did that, black-owned things Hundred percent, black-owned champagne And we merrily merrily eatin' off these streams Y'all still drinkin' Perrier-Jouët, huh But we ain't get through to you yet, uh What's better than one billionaire? Two (two) 'Specially if they're from the same hue as you Y'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truth 

Chapter 32- Family Feud (Part 2) 

Olivia

I honestly didn’t want to be here. I wish I wasn’t in this position because I wasn’t in the position to be asking for favors. But here I am. I literally have been standing outside his office, trying to get myself to knock on the door, but I never could.

With me wanting to adopt Aiden and Jeremiah wanting full custody, I couldn’t be our lawyer. It was a conflict of interest so I had to recuse myself from the dealings, but I needed to ask the best attorney and partner in our firm that dealt with situations like this all the time.

He just so happens to be my ex-boyfriend, Jordan.  

I tend to stay away from him, because I felt extremely bad by hurting him. Especially with my injuries causing me to miscarry our baby, and he had plans to propose, but I couldn’t deal with his pain, as well as mine, and my feelings for Jeremiah coming back. It was horrible. We never really talked about it, but we had a mutual understanding to not talk about it.

“Olivia, if you’re not going to come in, please go to your office.” He said, from sitting at his desk

I sighed and I walked in the room, closing the door because people don’t need to know my business.

I sat in the chair across from his desk, he just continued writing and I sat there and stared at him. I truly didn’t know how to have this conversation, but I needed it for my family and for Jeremiah.  

“Are you going to talk, or are you just going to stare at me.” He spoke while looking up.

I sighed, “I know I’m not in any position, but I need a favor.”

He chuckled, “You’re right, you’re not in any position.”

“Jordan, I-“

He put his hand up, stopping me from talking and asked: “What is it?”

“I want to adopt Jeremiah’s son Aiden and we want to file for full custody, taking away Avery’s rights.”

“You want me to help you adopt your ex-husband’s son, the son that caused your divorce in the first place?”

I nodded, biting my lip. I knew exactly where this was about to go.

He cleared his throat and sat up, putting his hands on the desk, “You do know, that because you are divorced, it will be extremely hard for you to adopt him. You can’t just be living in the same house.”  

I couldn’t look at him, but I said “That won’t be a problem.”

“Since when?”  

“Since last weekend.”

He shook his head, “You remarried Jeremiah.”

I nodded my head, “It was inevitable. We love each other and I just, I missed my marriage. Having what happened to me, put this in perspective, I’m sorry. I’m also sorry that we never really had the chance to grieve… I just couldn’t live in that”

He looked at me and sighed, “No need to explain, I get it.”

“You’re not mad?” I honestly wanted to know because yes, I love Jeremiah, but I also loved Jordan at one point and I never want to hurt him.

“I mean, I have no reason to be mad, you were completely up front with me when breaking up with me. I was pretty upset that you dismissed our baby like it was nothing, because I also was in pain, just like you.”

“I never meant to cause anymore pain, but I’ve been through miscarriages and it’s not something I am willing to talk about freely. Trust me Jordan, I had no plans in remarrying Jeremiah, or even getting back with him, it just happened that way.”

He nodded, but didn’t really speak anymore. So,we kind of sat quietly, I didn’t want to overstep but I needed an answer because J and I want to get this done, as soon as we can.

“Will working with us, cause any problems?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No, I’m actually back with my baby mother.”

That was a surprise to me, it’s not that they hated each other, but She kept his daughter away from him, due to personal things. So, they always kind of fought.

“Are you happy?” I asked him

“Are you?”

I smiled, “I am, we basically reinvented our relationship and we have grown from our past, He loves me and I love him. I am happy.”

“I am happy that you’re happy. I am as well, I get to see my daughter every night and I am getting closer to her mother, we are moving forward.”

“And that’s the only thing that matters right.” I smiled to him,

“I’ll help, but Jeremiah and I need to sit down and talk before we can proceed.”

I nodded, “That’s fine, I can make that happen.”

I got up to shake his hand, and he rolled his eyes, got up from his desk and hugged me.  

“Does Rack know y’all remarried?” He said with a little sarcasm behind his voice,

I stood back from the hug, and I looked at him,  

“God no, none of the family knows yet. They won’t know for a long time.”  

Kamryn

Picking up the girls from X’s place, low-key has become my favorite part of co-parenting, maybe it’s selfish, but I love fucking him.

He’s the only person I have been with ever, and I’m focused on raising my girls, not dating. But a woman has needs.  

Walking up and knocking on the door, X came and opened the door.

“You’re early, today.”

I looked at him like he was slow, he knows I come early… so that I can cum early.

“X, stop playing you know that I always come early.”

I was slightly confused, but I know for a fact he knows what’s going on. Instantly, he slaps his forehead.  

“I forgot to tell you, I can’t today. I have business to deal with. So it’s great that you came early because I need to go. GIRLS! MOMMY IS HERE!”

I just looked at him in complete disbelief, he knows that I am here to have sex, get the girls and leave. So for him to flip the script, I was pissed.

The girls ran downstairs with their things and instantly hugged me.  

“What’s the matter mommy?” Mari said.

“Nothing baby, cmon, let’s go. Daddy has got work today.” I said spitefully, just so he knew I was pissed.

“I’m sorry Kam. I just-“

I shook my head, “I don’t care, Do you X”  and walked to the car putting the girls in, and pulling off. 

---

We were at the ice cream shop, because Mari and Mani bugged the hell out of me, just so that they can get ice cream, plus I was in a bad mood. I wasn’t really paying attention to the girls and their conversation, I was scrolling on my phone, when Mari said something that caught my attention.

“How do you feel about Daddy’s Girlfriend Mani?” She asked licking her ice cream.

“New Girlfriend?” I spoke causing them to look up at me.

“Yeah, She’s pretty nice I guess. She cooked us dinner the other night.” Mani said

“She cooked you dinner?” I furrowed my eyebrows, I was starting to get pissed. How in the fuck could this nigga not tell me he’s dating someone.

Do I have claim on him, absolutely not, we’re separated and getting divorced, but we agreed that we would talk before introducing the girls to a significant other. He’s breaking the rules of Co-parenting, and that’s just rude.

“Yeah, it was okay, but it wasn’t good like yours mommy.” Then both girls looked at me and smiled, I love them but I know those smiles, and they know exactly what they’re doing.

I didn’t raise idiots.

“What do y’all know.” I said sitting back in my chair crossing my arms.

They looked at each other, but didn’t say anything.

“Fine, I guess this is y’all last ice cream, for a long time.” I threatened.

“Okay, it’s Katie’s little sister Callie.”

I looked at them shocked, “Does she spend the night at Daddy’s house?”

“We aren’t supposed to tell you. Daddy is gonna get mad that you know he’s dating her.” Kamari said

I nodded my head, Oh Xavier…. How little do you know me.

I chuckled, I smiled, “I’m not mad, and I won’t tell daddy that I know, we’re breaking up. He can date whomever he’d like.”

The girls took my calmness as a good thing, and went back to talking about whatever they liked.

I picked up my phone going on Instagram, I went to my blocked section and clicked on the only name in my list. Callie_California

Looking at her page, here she was posting pictures of her and Xavier… from now and even when we were married.  

I wasn’t mad, I was beyond FURIOUS

But I wasn’t about to let him or her know, that I knew about their relationship or the fact that I was this angry.

But I do know, that I am about to Ruin this little bitches life.

Katie

Along with me being in jail, I have to go to required counseling. Which, I think, in itself, if very interesting and peculiar.

I had to come to terms that I am a murderer, because I wanted to be with Dominic. I chose to bring the gun in the court house, and I chose to shoot that judge, the guard, Olivia, Mason and the one that hurt the most Dominic.

Because of my terrible actions, I will never be able to raise my daughter, another woman is. I think, that’s what is killing me.

I have yet to see Andrea, and Dominic sends my mom pictures, and she sends them to me. But I am literally going crazy since I gave birth about 6 months ago. She seems like the biggest and happiest baby and she doesn’t even know who I am.

Most days, I consider killing myself, because is it worth it?  I don’t get to live and be with the love of my life. I don’t get to raise my daughter, my son is dead. I just don’t see the brightness in me living anymore.

Standing in line I was waiting for the phones to call my mother, or Dominic, I didn’t really know which way I was going to go.  

I wonder sometimes in here, how my life would be if Giselle never came back or even if the ruling would’ve went my way. If Giselle wouldn’t had came back, Dominic and I would’ve been married for about 6 months. Andrea’s birthday is Dominic and I’s wedding date, that’s why she’s so special, and DJ would’ve been going on 2 or so. We would’ve moved into the new house that he was having built for us, I would’ve been happy and in love, and now look at me. Miserable, alone and in jail.

Going to the phone, I knew exactly who to call. The person who never lets me down.

“Hello?” He answered and I smiled, hearing his thick italian accent

“Kaitlin Rossi.” I answered as the automated system told him the inmate that was calling, I was hoping he’d accepted the charges.

“Hello, Alexxandra.”

“Hi Papa, I miss you.”

“I miss you too Alexxandra. Your mother is not around for you to talk to.” He spoke

“I know papa, I called to talk to you.”

He sighed, “Alexxandra-“

I cut him off before he could say something else, “Daddy, please. Mom is colder than usual. The whole family has disowned me, I don’t have my daughter or my son, I’m not married, I’m in jail. Please just talk to me.”

He stayed quiet. I knew he was contemplating disobeying my mothers orders, but he knew as well as I did, she would see the call on the phone bill anyways.

“Daddy?”

“I’m here, Alex.”

I teared up at hearing my childhood nickname, “Where did I go wrong daddy?”

“You went wrong when you decided to marry a man still in love with his wife. and when you decided to have children with him.”

“Dad-“

“No Alexxandra, I should’ve had this talk when you first brought him home. You should’ve married the Carmicheal’s boy. Pure Italia. Like Me, like Baba and Bubbie. You and Alessandra like Macacas, Alessandra is a mistress and you’ve killed people.”

For Papa to call Dominic, a racial slur… that was low, and I knew he was about to do what the rest of my family did. Disown me.

“Papa!!  You forget that Noah’s dad is black, and you raised Noah like your own. Mamma is even half black and you fell in love with her. You can not call DJ or Andrea or even their father that!” I defended them no matter the consequences

“NON MI INTERESSA! ALEXXANDRA! I need to go”

“Papa, per favore.” I begged

“Dont call unless your mother is home. I will not speak unless she is around.”

“Pa-“

Before I could even finish calling out his name, he hung up the phone. Angry at the last person i had in my corner leaving me, I slammed down the phone onto the receiver.

I kept slamming the phone, cutting my hand and snatching the phone out of the wall.

But I didn’t care.

Giselle

Here we were, on this “date” that Dominic  forced me on. I was pretty quiet the entire time, but I knew that wasn’t going to last because I couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Especially when he was in my face, it was easier being mad when I didn’t live in the house and saw him everyday.

Living back in the house, has been quite an adventure. Mason was excited and happy. I literally had to drag Angel to the house. She kicked and screamed and wasn’t happy.

My daughter told me and Dominic “I hate you.” at least a million times in the first hour of us living at the house. She didn’t help with Andrea and she barely said anything to anyone except Mason. Do you know how exhausting it is to speak through a little boy who barely talks himself.

“Can you stop picking with your hair and talk to me?” He asked, making me come out of my thoughts.

I slowly let go of my hair and looked around the room, it was very romantic, but I wasn’t going to fall in the trap,. “What do you want talk about?” I said above a whisper.

He shrugged, “How awful Angel has been.”

I chuckled, “ She’s been through a lot, that’s the reason why she acts out.”

“Is that why you acted out with your father.”

I rolled my eyes and smirked a liitle, “You liked it. and I didn’t act out.” I picked up my wine and took a few sips of it.

“You did, and when you did, I would give you that good dick and you wouldn’t act out anymore.” He smirked taking a swig of whiskey, and his comment caused me to almost spit out my drink.

“Shut up.” I said laughing, which made him laugh

“I miss your laugh, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard it.” He spoke sadly

I shrugged, “I haven’t had much to laugh about since I was about 14.”

“Why cant we be like this Gi? Smiling, laughing enjoying life together.” He said reaching out for my hand, but I quickly took my hand off the table.

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because you had 2 babies with another woman, because you almost married a psycho bitch who almost murdered you, my cousin, and my son. Because I was kidnapped and left raising mason by myself. Because you had to raise Angel her entire life without me. and because, every single time I let myself love you again, something detrimental happens.” I said exasperated

I didn’t even know all of that was in me. I thought I was over the children with Katie, but I didn’t realize that I still held resentment towards a lot of things when it came to our relationship.

“Hell, Angel hasn’t been through what we have.” He said cynically

“Exactly. I don’t think it’s good for us to be together Dominic. Why cant you accept that?”

“Because I love you, and I’ve loved you through 2 kids with another woman and almost marrying her. Loving you through you being kidnapped, raising mason and me raising Angel. You view it as a negative, but I view it as the world pulling us apart, but no matter what, we find each other. I cant give that up, you’re the only person that it happens with. That should say something.”

I sighed and started playing with my hair again.

“Fine. Let’s talk about it all then Gi. I want to clear it all up, I’m serious.”

Before I could respond back, the waiter came back with our food, once he left, I said “Okay.”

----

Five and a half hours later, we talked about everything that went wrong in our relationship, but hearing his side of everything, put it all in a different perspective for me.

“I never want you to ever think that I ever stopped loving you, because I didn’t. I just, I thought you were dead, Angel needed a mother figure, I couldn’t be bitter anymore.” He mumbled.

I nodded, “I didn’t. I never did, but I just didnt expect to be replaced. Imagine if you were me and I said Mason needed a father figure, how would you feel?”

“Yeah, I’d be pretty pissed too.”

“If we do stay together, do you expect me to replace Katie and adopt Andrea?” I asked

It took him a while to answer and I knew he was trying to pick his words wisely.

“First of all, if we do stay together and you officially adopt her, I would want you to be okay with it and for it to be your idea. I never want to force you into something that you aren’t comfortable of doing. Secondly, I would never expect you to replace Katie for her. That’s her mother, but she’s a risk towards her. The agreement I have with Katie’s mother is that you’d help raise her and that she’ll go to see Katie when we see fit. and I know that even if we didn’t stay together that you’d probably treat her like your own anyways.”

I agreed, because it was true, I wouldn’t want her to feel separate from Angel or Mason, regardless of how she was brought in the world, she’s Dom’s child and Angel and Mason’s sister.  

“I mean, at this point, I’m okay with helping raise her, but I’m a little apprehensive when it comes to adopting Andrea. I would like to see how things work out with us.”

He smiled, “So, you’re open to ‘seeing how things work out with us’”

“Yes D. I am open, but if this doesn’t work, I’m not trying again.”

He beamed once I said that, I just shook my head.  

“You know, maybe you can help me come up with a name for Andrea, I dislike ‘Andrea’”  

“What’s her whole name?”

“Andrea Dominique Rossi Cartier. I was thinking Andy or something? I don’t want to change her name, I want Katie to feel that she has a connection to her, but I don’t like it.”

“How about calling her, Dominique, like we call Mason, Mason. His first name is Dominic.” I suggested.

“Dominique? I like it.” He smiled