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kitchen-spoon · 5 months

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Steve who finishes hair school in Indianapolis then moves to LA because he wants to do hair for movies.

He can’t find a job on a film set right away so in an attempt to get closer to the industry he starts booking at home hair drying & styling through an app.

When he starts its mostly older rich ladies who book him before dinners with their husbands business partners or soirées with their girlfriends. It reminds him a bit too much of his own mother but he pushes that aside in hopes that one day he gives the right rich lady an at home blow out.

That day comes but it isn’t a rich lady. Instead cut to Chrissy manager of newly famous up and coming band corroded coffin, desperate and scrambling. It was the day the band was meant to be shooting their music video for their latest single but the hair stylist they booked called in sick that morning. Out of desperation Chrissy gets on the app and hires Steve. He has 4 stars and over 20 positive reviews and she is running out of options.

Steve sees the name chrissy and sees its for a music video and assumes he is going to be doing some fun bouncy youthful hair for an up and coming pop star. Imagine his shock when heavily pierced and tattooed lead singer of corroded coffin Eddie Munson sits down in his chair with his curly birds nest of hair. Steve does his job though, detangling and defining Eddie’s curls. Steve is even more shocked though, when it turns out Eddie is actually super sweet and…kind of charming? He might even be flirting?

Steve is unsure through the whole day and all of the touch ups he does. There is plausible deniability to all the light touches and brushing against one another that happens. Until the end of the day when Eddie comes to him looking frustrated. Instantly Steve’s stomach drops, he seemed happy with the style all day! If he didn’t like it why film a whole music video with it?

“Steve.” Eddie stops in front of him. “Look, I’m just gonna be blunt.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and he clears his throat, “uh, yeah sure go for it.”

“Am I an idiot who has been flirting with a straight guy all day?” Eddie asked.

All the air left Steve’s lungs, he couldn’t help the small wheeze that escaped him. “No you haven’t I- god Eddie.” Steve started giggling with relief, he even felt a little dizzy with it. “I’ve been trying to keep it together all day, thinking I was delusional and you were just really nice.”

“Oh,” it was Eddie’s turn to widen his eyes. Then a huge smile broke out in his face. “No delusions there, I was definitely flirting with you all day.” He paused taking one of his curls between his hands and separating it causing it to frizz. “And uh, would love to keep flirting with you over dinner tonight…if you’re interested?”

Steve smiled reaching forward taking the curl from Eddie. He began smoothing it back together and smiled warmly. “I’d love to.”

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votel4dybird · 2 years

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#stranger things #byler #will byers #eleven stranger things #eleven #millie bobby brown #noah schnapp #elumax #elmax #byers family #johnathan byers #byler better be canon #byler brainrot #stonathan #argyle #stranger things modern au #jargyle

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xoxothatgirlx · 1 year

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Stranger things modern au hcs

-Max and Mike kick each other out of the party's gc constantly but El always adds them back

-Nancy is a pinterest girlie

-Steve and Robin have an ridicoulously long snapchat streak

-Karen is a facebook mom

-Billy makes those cringy y/n thirst povs on tiktok (yk the ones i'm talking abt)

-Dustin is a Minecraft Addict

-Murray is a redditor

-The party did the 'passing the phone to' trend and it went viral on tiktok

-Will is kinda popular on instagram for his art

-Joyce created a gc for everyone in case the ud shit starts again

-Argyle posts the most unhinged shit on tiktok and his videos had like 7 views everytime until one of them blew up and then he became super popular and even verified

#stranger things #stranger things hc #stranger things modern au #byler #el hopper #max mayfield #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #karen wheeler #dustin henderson #murray bauman #will byers #joyce byers #argyle

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xstevex-world · 2 years

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They do this every year

#stranger things #platonic with a capital p #platonic stobin #steve harrington #Robin Buckley #stranger things modern au #stranger things social media au #steve stranger things #robin stranger things #lesbian robin buckley #bisexual steve harrington

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finntheehumaneater · 5 months

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⭐️Radio Star⭐️ (part four! I think.)

(TW: THE WORDS “F*AGGOT” (AND “D*KE”? Maybe?) USED IN A POSITIVE WAY, and not censored like that in the actual writing)

(Part one) (part five)

Steve was going to die. He was alone, and it was crowded and cold, and he was actually going to fucking die. His head was spinning, and his hands were shaking, and he had been walking around for hours in this stupid fucking corn maze, and he just wanted to sit down—but he couldn’t find Robin. And that was a problem, because Robin kind of shut down when he wasn’t around, and that really wasn’t a good idea when they were in a public space. (He also kind of shut down when she wasn’t around, which he was doing now, but that's besides the point.)

She should have been easy to spot in a crowd—sort-of-tall, skinny, always wearing yellow sweaters or Steve’s t-shirts and jeans—but he couldn’t find her anywhere, and it didn’t help that his eyes were blurring again.

It also didn’t help that people in face-paint and masks kept jumping out at him, screaming and grabbing him. Were they even allowed to do that? Fuck, he really regretted agreeing come here.

He turned a corner and something latched onto his arm, moving out from between the corn, and Steve fell flat on his ass, sitting on a rock—which, first of all, fucking ow—and now he couldn’t breathe, gasping for air, the palms of his hands stinging from where they scraped against the dirt.

“Shit shit shit—hey, hey…” The person dropped to the ground in front of him, and he could hear the small rock pieces shift beneath their knees as they reached over and grabbed his arms to keep him from tipping over onto his back.

Emptiness was rattling around his lungs, devoid of all air as he tried to pull away from the person, but they placed a hand on his chest and he looked up at their face. Their eyes were brown, and they were searching over his face, their eyebrows pressed together. “Hey. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe.”

They had skull face paint on, black over their thin face, their nose, and their eyes—wait painted over their cheeks and forehead, and there was a bit of paint over their few face piercings, and Steve was too busy choking on nothing to care about staring.

He sucked in a breath, but it snagged in his throat half-way through, making him cough and choke again, and then the person was next to him, one hand on his chest and the other around him. “Fuck, it’s okay, it’s okay…just—deep breaths, okay? Slowly.”

Steve felt himself leaning into their touch, and there were a few other people walking around them in the maze, not even looking down. He felt his breath steady a bit, and a woman in a pink sweater froze, looking over at the person next to him. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah.” The person said, their thumb smoothing over the back of Steve’s shirt. Steve just gave a weak nod and tried to keep his eyes open, even though he felt like sobbing.

Once the woman was gone, he looked Steve over again, before sighing. “It’s Steve, right?”

Steve flinched, looking up, albeit a little—no, fuck it, very much—confused. Some of the guy’s frizzy brown hair was falling out of the loose, low bun, and Steve had the urge to reach over and fix it, but he didn’t. He just sobbed quietly in response, hating the fact that he was now crying.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay.” The guy said quietly, helping Steve to his feet after a kid ran past and nearly tripped over his hand—which, upon Steve glancing down, he noticed was bleeding. Not a lot, it was only a scratch, but it was enough to hurt.

Steve let himself be pulled onto his feet slightly and moved over, the person was holding his hand, and it felt wet between them, Steve's blood probably smeared onto his palm. The sleeve of their brown leather jacket was cold from where it occasionally bumped into Steve’s palm.

It was a bit big on him, covered in pins saying things like: Save water, shower with a friend, Ban The Bra! and I was there: STONEWALL RIOTS.

There were others, but they were small and harder to read.

Steve was too busy staring at the big, metal rings on the guy's hands to realize that they were now out of the maze and in the field.

It felt dry, away from all of the people, and he nearly collapsed onto the grass. “Woah there, sweetheart,” the guy muttered, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist as Steve slumped down, his face pressed into the guy's shoulder. He smelled like cigarettes and lavender.

"Sorry," Steve whispered, but made no attempt to move, this poor stranger holding him up. "What's….?” He trailed off, looking up slightly.

“Eddie.” The guy said, helping Steve sit down on the picnic table. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Should I?” Steve suddenly felt guilty, his eyebrows pressed together.

Eddie’s face softened as he shook his head, before promptly falling off of the picnic table and onto the grass, a hand over his heart. Steve scrambled over to help him, but his head spun again. Eddie was already on his feet, anyway, picking leaves out of his hair.

His fingers worked at the bun to take it out, and fuck—was it weird that Steve wanted to touch his hair? Yeah. It probably was. “Are you okay?” Steve said quietly, a startled laugh slipping out when Eddie tried to throw one of the leaves at him, but it fell slowly to the ground a few inches away from his black boots.

Eddie grinned and shook his head, putting his hair back up. “I’m never really okay, sweetheart, but thanks for asking.” He unzipped his jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it over to Steve, who nearly missed grabbing it.

“You looked cold.” Eddie explained shortly, shrugging slightly and pulled the very front strands of his hair out of the bun. Fuck. Steve’s face was bright-fucking-red right about now.

“Thanks.” Steve said, slipping the jacket on. It wasn’t as big on him as it was on Eddie, but the end of the sleeves still fell a bit past his palms. The leather there was worn away slightly, like Eddie rubbed at it a lot.

Steve looked up from it and noticed the tattoos on Eddie’s arms as he pulled off the deep-orange flannel that he must have had on underneath the jacket. Why was that also hot? He tied it around his waist—and fuck, Steve remembered him, now. From the coffee shop last week. Two weeks ago?

“Windsor’s?” He said hesitantly, forcing himself to look back up at Eddie’s eyes and not the barbed wire tattoo that wrapped around his left elbow and disappeared under the sleeve of his Van Halen t-shirt.

“There it is, good boy. I knew it’d come to you eventually.” Eddie said, crossing and arm over his chest and tugging at one of the loose curls that framed his face. Steve really wanted him to take his hair down, but he was too busy trying not to show any reaction to Eddie’s comment. He was so fucking forward. “I mean—who could forget this pretty face, hm?”

Steve laughed quietly and stood up. His vision wasn’t blurry anymore—and it hadn’t been super blurry, like it had been at the coffee shop. Windsor’s, it had been called—and he only remembered the name because Robin kept reminding him of it. Fuck—Robin. He was supposed to be looking for her.

He stood up, glancing back at Eddie. “Sorry about that, you just…look so…”

“Different?” Eddie offered, and Steve nodded, looking around. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eddie motion to the skull painted over him.

“Yeah, the face-paint will do that t’ya.” He then paused and said hesitantly. “Steve?”

Steve turned back to him, but he was still looking at the people nearer to the maze and not at Eddie, only humming in acknowledgment.

“Steve. What’s wrong?”

“I—nothing, just looking for Robin.” He muttered, finally looking back at Eddie, who was worrying at his bottom lip, one of his lip piercings clicking as it knocked against his teeth. “Who?” “Oh, uh…like…this tall—“ Steve held his hand pretty low to the ground, which got a laugh out of Eddie. “Kind of blonde hair, but it’s…more brown. And—I think she’s wearing yellow.”

“Wait, is she the lesbian? Who really likes sharks?”

This was enough to stun Steve into silence, and his eyes widened slightly. How the fuck did he know Robin was gay? Also—shit. “She talked about them a lot to you?”

“When you flip a shark upside down, they go into tonic mobility.” Eddie said, shrugging.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Sharks are cool.”

Steve sighed and looked around again, and—there was Robin. Talking to some girl in a red sweater and a pink mini skirt with fishnets and orange-blonde hair. Steve was going to fucking murder her. “Found her.”

“Ah, I see she’s found Chris. I was wondering where she had run off to,” Eddie said, patting Steve on the shoulder, but his hand stayed for a moment too long as he walked past him and nearer the girls. “Glad she’s chatting with someone and not doing what I assumed.”

Steve didn’t ask what he meant by that. “Chris?”

“Chrissy. My roommate.” He said the word…in a weird way, like he didn’t really mean it, and Steve felt his heart sink slightly, his smile that he was already struggling to keep afloat dropping. Eddie glanced over and his cheeks flushed slightly.

“She’s a fag,” he explained quickly. “I’m also a fag. We’re not—I didn’t mean it like that, we’re just friends.”

Steve was a bit startled by his choice of words. He had never heard anyone willingly call themselves a slur in a positive way, but he kept quiet.

“What I meant was,” Eddie continued, sighing. “She doesn’t technically live in my apartment with me. Her parents found out she was a dyke and kicked her out, so she’s been sleeping in the spare bed for the past few months. I don’t mind. I like the company. It gets kind of lonely when all your friends live half-an-hour away and only drive over on the weekends for band practice, Y’know?”

Steve nodded and looked back over at Robin. She looked happy, laughing at something Chrissy had said. Once they got close enough, he could read a pin on Chrissy’s sweater that said, in big black letters: GOOD GIRLS SWALLOW, fight eating disorders!

She looked over at Steve, and Robin finally tore her gaze away from Chrissy, looking relieved. “Oh, thank fuck.” She breathed, tugging Steve into a hug and pressing her face into his shoulder. “I was worried you were off having a panic attack or something. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Steve muttered, squeezing her gently before letting go and turning back to Eddie. “We should go. Do you need your jacket—?” He said quietly, already taking it off to hand it back to him, but Eddie stopped him and pulled it back onto his shoulders, smoothing over the sleeves and smiling.

“Keep it. You can give it back to me next time, yeah?”

“Is that just because you want to see me again?”

“Mhm. Maybe.”

Robin elbowed Steve and mouthed ‘phone number’, to which Steve elbowed her back, nearly missing the small laugh that slipped out of Eddie’s mouth. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he straightened up and turned to face Eddie again. “Could I give you my number? So I can…give you back the jacket.”

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly, and he cleared his throat, nodding. “I have a pen?”

“I don’t have anything to write it on.” Steve muttered as Eddie handed him the pen, looking back at Robin and Chrissy, who shook their heads. “I’ll just—,” he grabbed Eddie’s arm gently and wrote the number on the inside of his wrist. It was just pen ink. It would wash off.

“Just call me whenever, yeah? I can’t promise I’ll always be there to answer, but I’ll try,” he said, smiling as he watched the blush creep up Eddie’s neck.

They said their goodbyes, Chrissy going off to do her own thing while Eddie went back to the maze. Maybe he worked there, too? Or he was just fucking around. Robin and Steve went back to his car, and Steve slipped into the driver’s seat, dropping his head against the wheel and muttering, “We’re you flirting with Chrissy?”

“No—“

“It looked like it.”

“She was—she was flirting with me,” Robin stuttered, and Steve saw her cross her arms as he looked back up.

“I thought you had a girlfriend?”

“Vickie is not my girlfriend.” She said firmly, glaring at him slightly, her cheeks red as she looked down.

“Look, I’m not saying you can’t flirt with other girls—“

“I know, but I wasn’t flirting with Chrissy—“

He didn’t finish, just putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot. He needed to go home. They could talk about this later.

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sorry this part took so long!!! I’ve just been feeling super tired recently and haven’t really had the motivation to do much. Also thank you to @an-atlas-or-other for being the beta reader for this, <3

(If you saw Eddie’s character design change, no you didn’t. Also he’s a lot more put-together when he’s not highly caffeinated and stressed, lmao)

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slv-333 · 2 months

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Theres a dude on tiktok that has the tallest hair ive seen someone wear these days and he works at a sex shop, hes stories are so fucking funny and he keeps a capitans log that he records with the security camera of the shop. And if this is not modern au steve harrington idk what it is.

#eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve x eddie #modern au #stranger things modern au #alternate universe

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hosthoneysstuff · 2 months

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If Stranger Things Characters had Instagram Profiles

I was a lil bored so I made a bunch of insta profiles for the core six 🫡

Max

2. Lucas

3. Eleven

4. Will (my personal fav!)

5. Dustin

Last but not least… 6. Mike

This is basically just a modern/social media au so here are some random hc’s I have

Most of them would probably just shitpost (esp Mike ☠️)

Eleven barely has a clue on how to use social media but she’s definitely trying

Max and Mike def listen to Playboi Carti (Idk how this is really related bro it just makes sense LMAOO)

Will & Dustin mostly just use their Insta to promote their stuff (respect the hustle!!)

Lucas gained a lot of his insta followers after his score at the basketball game

Ive literally never posted on here b4 but I hope u like these 🫣

#stranger things #stranger things modern au #stranger things social media au #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanart #byler #lumax #instagram #stranger things 5

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bananabread-nana · 1 month

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Y/N’s Account 📸

Eddie’s Account 📸

MASTERLIST

Modern-ish social media au, Eddie Munson x Y/N

🛑 language , substance (cigarettes)

I couldn’t add the last three posts bc I’m posting from my phone 💔

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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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okay okay modern high school au w/ no upside down

steve is a popular jock his freshman year, still best friends with tommy h & carol, kinda an asshole but honestly all freshman boys are

anyway so sophomore year steve meets nancy and befriends her and barb. nancy convinces steve to drop tommy and carol (they’re not good friends) and he nancy and jonathan have a tentative friendship. steve asks nancy out and they date for like 5-6 months before nancy breaks up with him. it’s nothing dramatic and they end on okay terms but steve is kinda heartbroken and when nancy gets with jonathan a week later he distances himself from both of them. him and barb lowkey bond during that time but they’re never best friends.

anyway, after that steve and robin ending up working at the same minimum wage job and robin realizes they actually have a lot in common and that steve is kinda a loser (in the best way). they become close friends really fast because they just like, complete each other. steve feels like he can actually be himself with her, and it’s the first time he’s ever met someone like that (cough cough they’re both autistic and he’s comfortable enough to subconsciously unmask around her).

robin comes out to steve one night when he’s sleeping over. they’re just laying on robins bed listening to music when robin suddenly sits up and faces steve, who does the same. he raises an eyebrow to ask what is it? and robin opens and closed her mouth a few times before shaking off the nerves and saying “i’m a lesbian,” voice coming out as a whisper. without hesitation steve hugs her and they just hold each other for a bit, steve reassuring her that it’s okay, he doesn’t see her any differently, and that he’s actually been thinking maybe he isn’t straight either

robin encourages steve to pursue his nerdy interests and steve drives robin to all the places she’s wanted to go to. steve kinda fades into the background of the school hierarchy. him and robin are losers and they like it that way

enter one (now senior) eddie munson, spotting these two arguing about whether leia or padme is hotter and whether the prequels deserve to be called movies instead of cinematic failures. he is immediately enamored and decides that they will be the newest additions to his herd of little sheep

a few hellfire members hold a grudge against tommy h and by association steve, but when they learn he dropped tommy (and also thinks he’s a dick) they’re fine with steve being around

sidebar- chrissy is a lesbian with comphet and dated jason freshman year until she broke it off the summer before sophomore year. jason is a douchebag and spreads rumors about chrissy but everyone knows chrissy is a sweetheart so they don’t really believe them. also steve once pulls the Harrington card to get jason to stop spreading shit. after that some of chrissy’s “friends” drop her because they value popularity over her friendship which leads to eddie adopting chrissy into his flock

just buckingham and steddie being iconic, and steve and chrissy being loved for their true selves instead of the popular personas they created

(when they all become friends robin and chrissy are sophomores, steve is a junior an eddie is a senior)