Fic where Steve convinces his dad to send Robin a stipend while she's in college so once a month she gets a check sent to her dorm from Richard C Harrington.
She is just now learning that the other girls on her floor think that she's getting money from her sugar daddy.
AU where Steve's parents want to get rid of him as quickly as possible so he starts school as soon as the could convince the school board to allow it.
Steve starts school early. He graduates early. Everyone is under the impression that he's older than he is and he never fixed this misconception because, really. How often does your age come up?
All to say that Robin is kinda shocked when she's getting cash out of Steve's wallet and, "We're the same age."
"Yeah."
"Actually," She says, staring at Steve's unfairly photogenic driver's license photo. "I’m older than you."
She lets that sit before, "Oh my god! You're just a baby."
"Um, no?"
"You're just a little itty-bitty child and everyone lets you put yourself in danger first because they thought you were the oldest," She laments dramatically. "Next time, I will be the one who is in danger."
Robin is at school fighting demons (the rumor that she's dating Steve) whole Steve is at work casting spells (responding the questions asking if Robin is his girlfriend with 'huh, I suppose she is my only girl friend, yeah.')
First day of high school and Tommy was already about get his teeth knocked in. He had accidentally bumped into a couple of seniors and they were about to throw hands.
He could feel the hostility coming off these two dudes like a tidal wave. He put his hands up and shook his head. “Hey, man. It was just an accident. First day of school bullshit is all.”
The two seniors looked at each other and the one Tommy ran into pushed him out of the way. “I’m letting you go this time, because your little friend here is smarter than you are. But next time stay the fuck out of my way.”
The two seniors walked off, joking about clumsy freshmen and Steve let out a deep sigh of relief.
Eddie came out to Steve and Robin so now he can openly admit when a guy is hot to people. Unfortunately the first time he does this, the guy he's talking about is Steve's dad.
Robin has taken it upon herself to get Steve a girlfriend because she's going to lose her mind if she had to hear about another awful date. Steve deserves someone that loves him and he's clearly incapable of finding them so-"
"Babe alert," She whispers when Steve comes back from his break. "In the documentary section. She's older than what you go for but if you want a mature relationship, you need a mature woman. Check her out, be subtle.."
Steve grabs a couple movies that need to be shelved, walks towards documentaries, and pauses, "Hi, Mom."
Dustin: Not gonna lie, your sister is a babe. I wish your sister still lived here.
Steve: ...my sister?
Dustin: Yeah, I was going through your stuff and found this picture of your sister. She's cute. I wish she lived here. I could date her,l and then I would be your brother-in-law
Steve: This picture. This picture right here is my sister?
Dustin: Obviously.
Steve: That's me.
Steve: That's me in a wig for Spirit Week like three years ago.
Dustin:
Steve:
Dustin: We never talk about this again
Steve: Agreed
- ten minutes later -
Steve: What do you mean you were going through my stuff?
Eddie had promised that it would only be a last resort. They weren't exactly overflowing with an abundance of good parents around them as examples, and frankly, Eddie wasn't sure he counted her among them. Still, they'd never tried to keep a very tiny human being alive, and he'd pinned her number to the corkboard with a sigh. Teenagers, he told Steve repeatedly, were not the same as infants. And although he understood arguments that their teenagers were a special kind of stupid, who had actually been very hard to keep alive, Eddie maintained they should have a backup plan available in case something got tricky when the baby arrived. He was, after all, only three months old. They might need help.
And here they were. At last resort. And earlier than he'd expected.
He sighed and dialed, hoping that Steve wouldn't hear the phone from the other room where he was in the rocking chair beside the crib.
"Help," he said.
"I'll be there in six minutes."
When Joyce arrived, she shoved a glass casserole dish into his hands and immediately went to the kitchen to wash her hands. She looked at Eddie expectantly.
"He won't sleep," Eddie said simply.
She smiled. "Well, babies not sleeping is—"
"No. The baby sleeps fine. It's Steve. Steve won't sleep."
Confusingly, Joyce smiled wider and patted him on the shoulder. "Ah," she said. "The firstborn problem. Where is he?"
"Nursery," Eddie sighed.
"On it. Why don't you go grab a shower?"
The suggestion was gentle, but Eddie still chuckled. He definitely needed that, even he could admit it. When he reemerged from the bathroom in a waft of cinnamon-scented soap, he found Steve, sprawled fully clothed on top of the duvet.
"Joyce said she'll watch him," Steve murmured, exhausted.
Eddie frowned. He moved to Steve and started pulling layers of clothing off of him. He offered Steve the soft grey tee he preferred to sleep in, but let him keep his boxers. It felt like more work than it was worth to get him into different pants. He was disappointed; he'd been hoping that Joyce would offer a better solution than someone else pointlessly watching the baby, but. Still. Sleep was sleep.
They both fell asleep immediately; Eddie dreamed of a unicorn that fed off the native honeysuckle in their yard. Just as the Protect Unicorns Society was telling him the house was going to be taken over by the government, Eddie awoke to a sharp cry, followed by the sound of Steve bolting out of bed.
Eddie followed at a more sedate pace, curious and also alarmed by Steve's movement. In the nursery, Joyce stood in the middle of the room, holding the baby, a bottle of formula in one hand as she rocked.
"Oh, look at that. Less than two minutes and you're both here," she teased with a grin. "It's almost like you're going to hear your child no matter how tired you are. Eddie, I declare you on shift. Steve, go back to bed. He's safe. He's got two great dads. Shifts, boys. You'll survive this."
Eddie took the baby and smiled at Steve. Joyce put both her hands on Steve's shoulders and squeezed.
"It's hard. It's scary. It never gets less hard or less scary," she said gently. "But you've got this. Don't make Eddie call me again. He hated it."
Steve looked at Eddie over Joyce's head and gave him a small smile at the sight of the baby, curled into his chest, quietly calming down. She patted him once more and left.
"We've got this?" Steve asked quietly.
Eddie grinned. "We've got this.”
He shifted the baby to a more comfortable position. The tiny weight in his arms felt both impossibly fragile and remarkably sturdy. He watched Steve's shoulders drop, the tension visibly draining away.
"Joyce is right about shifts, you know," Eddie continued, keeping his voice low and soothing as much for Steve as for the baby.
Steve ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "But you have that commission due next week. You need sleep, too."
"Hey, I've pulled all-nighters for way less important reasons." Eddie smiled, carefully settling into the rocking chair. "Remember when I stayed up three nights straight to finish that D&D campaign for the kids?"
"That was different. This is…" Steve gestured vaguely at the baby, who had started to drift off again, tiny fingers curling around Eddie's shirt.
"This is everything," Eddie finished for him. “This is everything."
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Growing up, Eddie had always believed he knew what he was destined to become.
A rockstar, with hordes of screaming fans that would headbang to whatever music he put out and then chase him and his bandmates to the tour bus when the concert was over.
He believed this all the way through his school life, constantly penning songs and practising his guitar to such an extent that Uncle Wayne had given in and bought some soundproofing for Eddie’s room because he was getting on in years and would rather not have to suffer with headaches for the rest of them.
Eddie loved playing his guitar, loved putting the music together and creating songs, showing them to his bandmates to see their excited faces as they heard their hard work finally pay off.
Playing in front of the drunks in the different clubs and pubs in Hawkins was fun, regardless of how small their audience was.
He just never thought that his last ever concert would be the biggest one he’d ever have, and most of the audience wasn’t even human.
DemoBats and Dustin Henderson were his audience.
He’d played his heart out, making sure that Steve, Nancy and Robin would be able to do their thing safely.
However, after he’d finished and he had cut his rope back to the Rightside Up, Eddie had unknowingly chosen the worst time to make a stand, even if he believed that he was saving Dustin from having DemoBats swarm through the gate in his trailer.
It’s how he found himself on the ground screaming in agony as the DemoBats bit into his sides, ripping his flesh and strangling him.
He yelled out in anger as he grabbed up at one of the bats, his hands instantly impaled on a barbed wire tail, causing the bat to screech in annoyance and instantly clamp its jaws down on his fingers, blood trickling down his arm as he yanked it back to his chest, panicking as he began to cry.
He could see the colours of death creeping in on his vision, blues and purples as if to try and blend in with the Upside Down itself.
“Oh my god!”
Eddie felt his body jerk slightly and heard loud thumps and yelling, but he was too weak to react, his eyes already heavy and half closed.
“Eddie!” Dustin was by his side, his small hands practically cradling Eddie’s arm to his chest
“Dustin, let go of him, I got him,”
Steve?
It was then that he felt himself become lighter than air, his eyes fully shut now, and even though he was sure he was going to die, his heart would still do that stupid teenage thing whenever Steve was near him.
“We have to get him to the hospital,” Steve added
“Steve…” Robin’s voice was thick with worry and shock
“What?” Steve huffed
“His hand,”
~*~
“He’s waking up!”
“Don’t yell, Henderson,”
“Steve, he’s waking up!”
“I know, stop yelling!”
“How ‘bout you both…stop yelling?” Eddie mumbled weakly, a small smirk trying to appear on his face, but it just looked painful to Steve.
“How’re you feeling?” Dustin asked, a little quieter, thankfully.
Eddie slowly opened his eyes to finally look at them, the world suddenly turning on its side, and he quickly shut his eyes again.
“Like my head is in a washing machine,” he muttered, missing the small smile appearing on Steve’s face.
“Yeah, that’ll happen when you try to stop a horde of bats on your own,” Dustin sounded hurt and annoyed, something that made Eddie want to be sick, because regardless of their age difference, he really did adore the kid.
“I’m sorry man,” he whispered, trying to move his hand to touch Dustin’s arm, letting out an almighty yelp at the incredible pain his hand was in.
His eyes opened again, and he regretted it immediately, spotting the worried expression on Steve’s face.
“Why does my hand hurt?” he asked, too frightened to actually look for himself.
Steve slowly met his gaze, hazel meeting chocolate.
“Dustin, could you wait outside for a sec?” Steve asked, trying to keep his voice calm, rolling his eyes a bit when Dustin let out a whine and went to argue, “please?” he added quickly.
Dustin puffed out his cheeks in annoyance, turning to Eddie and carefully hugging him.
“See you in a minute,” he then left them alone.
“Steve,” Eddie cleared his throat, “why…does my hand hurt?”
Steve watched as Eddie, battered, bruised and bloody Eddie, tried to sit up.
Failing, thankfully.
“The bats took some of your fingers,” Steve informed him, his hand running through his hair as he tried to ignore the images of the fresh wound he’d seen when he’d carried Eddie out of the Upside Down.
Eddie let out a cry, knowing deep down that it had happened; that sort of pain didn’t come from anything else other than a loss.
“No, no man I can’t…” he struggled for a second, before his voice cracked again, a sob leaving his lips.
Steve reached his side, his hand resting on Eddie’s arm.
“I’m sorry, I don’t…I don’t know what…to say,”
Oh, Eddie hated that look on Steve’s face; even through his tears, he could see and tell that Steve already blamed himself for allowing Eddie to be brought into the Upside Down.
“Fuck man,” his other hand came up to run through his hair, freezing when he felt that half of his head had been shaved, “why am I shaved?”
Steve guided his hand to the stitches on the side of Eddie’s head.
“Needed to get to your head,” Steve mumbled, visibly distressed upon seeing Eddie distressed.
“Steve, I don’t like my hair short,” Eddie was panicking a little, “I-I don’t, it…my childhood-“
“I know,” Steve quickly interrupted him, “I know, Eddie,”
~*~
Steve was over at Eddie’s trailer, one they had all gathered the money for to get him out of Hawkins to protect him from people that would hunt him, still thinking him guilty for Chrissy’s death.
He had been in the kitchen for about an hour now, staring out the window as he listened to Eddie practically weeping at the fact that he could not play his guitar.
Missing his middle and ring finger from his right hand had been devastating; no longer able to play chords correctly, something that used to be as easy as breathing for Eddie.
Steve had watched him fall apart the first time he’d tried to play his guitar earlier that morning; three hours later, and he was still trying through sheer stubbornness and heartbreak to play the guitar.
“Jesus H Christ!” A loud clang came from the bedroom, and Steve rushed in, his eyes watching a distraught Eddie as he knocked over his bedside table, the lightbulb in the lamp shattering.
“Ed!” Steve grabbed his arm, but Eddie quickly shrugged it away, “Eddie, please,”
“Don’t!” Eddie looked down at his hand, his sob getting stuck in his throat, “this is…” he gave up on his sentence, dropping back onto his bed, his other hand rubbing against his stitches, his hair a little spikey now.
Steve fell quiet, settling down on Eddie’s bed, on his back next to him as they both stayed in silence, gazing up at the dirty ceiling.
“Are you going to leave?” Eddie whispered.
“What?” Steve frowned
“Me,”
Steve was confused, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Are you going to leave…me?” Eddie’s voice was so quiet, and it hurt to hear him so different from his usual theatrical and playful self.
“Why would I leave you?” Steve asked, sitting up on his elbows to look down at Eddie’s face, still heavily bruised and now scarred.
Eddie let out a humourless laugh.
“Please, man, I have seen what I look like now!” he choked out, his foot kicking out at his table again.
Steve swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking away his tears.
“I’m not leaving you,”
Eddie was about to lash out again, and Steve could see it, so he quickly and very carefully swung his leg over Eddie’s waist, lightly sitting on him.
“You argue with me, Munson, and I swear, I’ll bring in all six kids; you’ll have to hear all about the newest shit you don’t care about,” he threatened, his eyes clearly showing he was also trying to make Eddie laugh, which made the metalhead almost weep once more.
“I can’t even hold you like before,” Eddie whimpered, his injured hand trying to hold Steve’s waist, but it now just felt so unnatural, “I’m not-“
“Not what?!” Steve exclaimed, his hands now either side of Eddie’s head, “Not brave? Not talented? Not just as much of a man as you were with your fingers still intact?” he was now hovering right above Eddie’s face.
“You think that?” Eddie whispered, feeling as if he was about to start crying all over again.
“Eddie,” Steve licked his lips nervously as he gently touched the side of Eddie’s face, “I love you,” he confessed, feeling the most vulnerable that he’d ever been in his life.
Eddie’s eyes widened, his lips parting in stunned silence.
“You love me?” he smiled a little
“Oh my god, if it’s gonna go to your head, maybe I don’t,” Steve huffed, his eyes rolling.
“No, no, don’t…don’t take it back,” Eddie winced a bit as he sat up on his elbows, his mouth meeting Steve’s, “don’t,” he begged weakly.
Steve squeezed his eyes shut as he quickly captured Eddie’s lips once again, this being the second kiss they had shared since he woke up in the hospital.
“I won’t,” he promised between kisses.
“Good,” Eddie pulled back, “because I love you too,”
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