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incorrect babygirl quotes pt. 761860
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Steve whenever Billy rolls up to the Family Video with his windows down and the leather jacket on:
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itswhatyougive · 8 months
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mood
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m0mmat0rtle · 2 years
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I’m so glad Steve Harrington is the representation for the mom friend™️ in media today 🙂
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slowandsteddie · 2 months
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Steve, has a seizure and passes out
Steve, wakes up in the hospital
Steve, immediately clocking the worry on Eddie’s face and unable to look away
Steve, forcing a smile: “sorry for being so dramatic. I was just bored and wanted out of the house.”
Eddie, making a choked sound
Eddie, glancing at Dustin who has very red eyes
Eddie: “you know you could have just asked me to take you on a drive.”
Steve, snorting: “we do that all the time. I wanted something different. This car made a cool noise.”
Dustin: “Seriously, Steve?”
Steve, pouting: “I just wanted to go in the wee-woo wagon.”
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its-surprising · 2 years
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modern hawkins has pretty shit internet
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piratefishmama · 10 months
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Eddie having a tattoo on the inside of his thigh that he cant fully really remember getting, it's of an S.
He vaguely remembers another person being there. But it was on a night out in Indy with the guys, having successfully managed to convince them to go to a club with him (how Gareth pulled more than he did, while his underage ass was only drinking cokes? Uncertain. but Gareth discovered he's bi so. Congrats Gareth)
Getting black out drunk, completely off his face, he remembers pulling one person while Gareth introduced Jeff and Frank to a group of lesbians he'd somehow charmed.
And that vague outline of a person who'd kissed him senseless in a cubicle in the mens bathroom, being with him when he got that tattoo. Maybe getting one for themselves too.
it's only after the world doesnt end while at an impromptu we saved the world pool party at Steve's McMansion, while spending an unfortunate amount of time ogling the other man's legs in those shorts, wishing he still had that bat facing courage needed to go over there and just bite one of them. That he notices the tattoo.
an E. Right there on the inside of his thigh, just low enough that the shorts dont cover it.
holy shit.
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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months
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Just started thinking about labor and delivery nurse Steve Harrington having to fill in for his best friend Robin in the ER at the last minute on his off week
And who stumbles in (comes in on a stretcher) but rock star Eddie Munson who fell off the stage at his show just because he’s incredibly clumsy (this isn’t even the first time it’s happened). His leg is very obviously broken at the knee because he broke his fall with it and he’s struggling to focus on questions because of the pain.
One of his bandmates came with him, Jeff, who Eddie keeps referring to as his mom on the road. Jeff calls Eddie’s next of kin so they can focus on giving him a scan, pain meds, and setting his leg as soon as possible.
The pain meds kick in fast and he’s flirting with Steve nonstop.
And he’s good.
He hits all of Steve’s buttons: the obnoxious pet names that should be annoying but aren’t, the casual touches to his hands and arms as he gets him comfortable, the lines he’s using that are stupid but adorable.
He has no reason to stay after they take care of his major injury and the one spot on his arm that needed stitches. He didn’t hit his head and passes all the concussion protocol tests, his stats are normal, his pain is being managed with a prescription of Tylenol with codeine. He can go home.
But Eddie insists he should have Steve’s number in case he gets worse (he won’t) or has questions (google is available). Steve gives him his number.
He texts him almost immediately.
And keeps texting him for days.
Weeks.
Calls him every morning before Steve’s shifts. Every time his post-show adrenaline matches up with Steve’s lunch breaks. Every time their schedules sync up.
And then he shows up randomly to get his cast removed.
Steve reminds him he could’ve gone anywhere, especially because he was working his usual floor.
Eddie reminds him that he wanted an excuse to see him.
Steve manages to grab a 30 minute lunch break when all his fellow nurses and doctors find out his Eddie is visiting.
When Eddie leaves, it’s with a promise to be back when tour ends in less than a month, a promise to take Steve on a real date, and a promise to be the best damn boyfriend Steve’s ever had.
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missjashin · 1 year
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I’ve seen few fics hinting about Claudia and Wayne being a thing and I’m not against that at all, it’s kinda cute and all but what actually is selling that one for me is how goddamn hilarious it would be. I mean…
There’s Claudia Henderson. Dustin’s actual mom. And then there’s Steve Harrington. Dustin’s side mom. And then there’s the Munsons. Dustin with wavering voice asking “Did you fuck my mom?” And Eddie and Wayne just looking at each other like “is he talking to me or you? Because the answer is yes”
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kurtkankle · 9 months
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kassifieddocuments2 · 11 days
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Eddie, bringing Robin to Steve: Steve! Your gay. Steve: Just because I think about kissing men doesn't mean I'm gay, Eddie. Robin: Steve: Robin: Steve. Steve: Oh, OH! I get it. Eddie: You think about what now?
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byler-alarmist · 8 months
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Something about Steve and Max looking at boys through binoculars is so special to me
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hangon-silvergirl · 8 months
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pt4: st4 & shirts that go hard (+)
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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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i’ve recently become aware of this starcourt mall commercial & i’m dying at the thought of Eddie seeing it, bored out of his mind, until Steve appears on screen with that stupid sailor’s hat and the world’s most awkward, “Ahoy!”, and, oh, Eddie’s grin is evil.
“Why did you tape over Dallas?” Wayne asks that night.
“Wayne,” Eddie says solemnly, “I needed to record the best moment of my life.”
Of course, Steve finds the tape later, because the universe likes to laugh at Eddie, apparently.
Spring Break of ‘86 is a few weeks away—thanks to one distracted moment, Eddie unknowingly puts the wrong tape in the case before returning a rental to Family Video, then speeding off to band practice.
Steve doesn’t notice the mixup until a few hours later, when he routinely opens the VHS cases to check that the tapes have been rewound. When he sees the tape devoid of any movie sticker, he can’t resist watching it; his shift is dragging by.
He gets 20 minutes into Dallas before it cuts off, and the commercial plays.
His jaw drops, and he groans in embarrassment, but he’s laughing when he calls for Robin in the back room, and then they’re watching it together, cracking up. They both remember filming it, remember looking at each other and swearing to never speak of it again, but they’d never actually seen it, and well… it is pretty funny.
Steve gets an evil grin of his own when he sees that the rental account is in Eddie’s name.
When he calls, he gets Mr. Munson on the phone, and because Steve can also be a meddling little shit when the conditions are right, he makes up some story about the store having new forms, that he just needs Eddie to sign one quickly.
The next day, Eddie strolls in, and Steve looks him right in the eye.
“Ahoy, Munson,” he says, deadpan.
Eddie freezes in place. He briefly considers turning around and walking into traffic.
“Harrington,” he says stiffly.
“Hey, man,” Steve says, relentlessly chipper, “so we’re kinda down on one copy of—” He glances over to the computer. “—Life of Brian, and up one copy of, uh…” He lifts Eddie’s tape off the counter, smirks. “I guess, half of Dallas.”
Eddie stalks over. “It was… for school,” he blurts out unconvincingly. “Recording Hawkins history. Nothing personal, King Steve.”
Steve lets the venom in the nickname bounce off him. “Starcourt was pretty, uh, historic,” he says mildly, fighting another smirk.
“Whatever,” Eddie snaps, losing what little patience he has left—despite all of his performances to the contrary, the thought of people laughing at him still makes his skin crawl. “Let me get out of your massive hair, Harrington, and I’ll bring your fucking video back.”
Steve raises one hand, palm out. “Woah, chill,” he says, and as Eddie’s nostrils flare, he feels a little twinge of guilt; he didn’t actually mean for all of this to come across as mean-spirited or anything. “Sorry, man. I’m not trying to be a dick, I swear.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Could’ve fooled me.” But he looks a little calmer, raises an eyebrow. Well?
“Here,” Steve says, handing over the tape, and he doesn’t react when Eddie snatches it back. “Oh, and I extended the rental on your movie.” He shrugs. “Saves you a double trip, y’know?”
“Thanks,” Eddie says, after a pause.
“No biggie.” And when Eddie makes to leave, Steve calls, “Hey, Munson?”
Eddie turns at the door, no longer quite as cagey. “What?”
Steve shrugs again. “Thanks for the mixup, I guess?”
“You’re kidding,” Eddie says flatly.
“No, I mean it, dude. Like, once I got over the, well, embarrassment of, um, everything, it was actually kinda… nice to see it.” He nods to Robin in one of the aisles, guiding a customer over to a movie. “Me and Robin, we—it was nice to have something about Starcourt that we could laugh at.”
Eddie considers him. “Were you in the fire?”
Steve smiles, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d say there’s more than straightforward sadness on his face. “Yeah, got caught up in it.”
Eddie slowly, thoughtfully, opens the door but doesn’t leave, leans against it. He looks Steve up and down. “Damn shame you don’t have a hat in your get-up here, Harrington.”
Steve mock scowls, ruffles his hair. “I’m not suffering through that again.”
Eddie finds himself smiling without meaning to. “You poor thing. I guess once is enough.”
And Steve rolls his eyes this time. “Yeah, yeah, once. You’ve goddamn immortalised it, Munson.”
Eddie snorts. “Oh, but I had to,” he says, tucking the tape under his arm, “for posterity. In a hundred years, there’ll be sonnets written about your sailor outfit, Steve Harrington.”
And, whoops, that wasn’t planned, Eddie thinks. Laying it on a bit thick there.
Steve laughs, but not at him; Eddie can tell now. “Go enjoy your Saturday, Munson.”
Eddie gives a lazy salute. “Ahoy.”
And as Eddie leaves, he spots a note on the counter, next to the usual Be kind, rewind reminders. It’s handwritten, with a cartoony winking face: And check what’s inside!
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ghosttotheparty · 1 year
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steve meets a pretty guy at a quiet cafe he frequents bc it’s a nice place to zone out and write and they get to chatting; they get along rly rly well and when steve finally asks what the guy does for work his face turns (a lovely shade of) pink and he says ‘have you heard of corroded coffin?’
steve’s brain takes a hot minute to catch up and he just goes ‘oh, yeah, some of my friends listen to them. i’ve heard a few songs and they’re good, but i’m not a big fan’ and the guy just kinda stares at him before steve finally realises
‘please don’t tell me you’re in corroded coffin’
‘,,,im in corroded coffin’
‘fuck oFF’
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