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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

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Amusing myself imagining a hilarious scene where Steve feels it is incumbent upon him to give the kids a sex talk bc he thinks Claudia would be too embarrassed, Ted would be too useless, Karen could go either way but he’s not taking chances, he’s not letting anyone who willingly married Neil Hargrove give sex or relationship advice, Hopper would be both too embarrassed and way too overprotective, Joyce might be okay or if she’s not Jonathan would be but it never hurts to reinforce things, the Sinclairs would probably be great but Lucas needs some reinforcement too so he doesn’t let Max steamroll him.

And it would be a mixture of good advice (“the most important thing is that you talk to each other and you build up trust so that you feel safe telling each other when you’re not comfortable or something doesn’t feel good”) and terrible (“if you have sex, you will get pregnant. Yes, Mike, even you. No, El, Mike can’t get pregnant, I promise, I’m sorry, that was confusing. Oh Jesus no the baby wouldn’t come out of his…I’m assuming it’d have to be a c-secti—oh my god what have I done”).

The kids would range from heckling (Max) to mortified (Mike, Will) to avidly taking notes (El, Lucas, Dustin when he wasn’t heckling). (Erica’s got a couple of years before Steve gives her the talk.)

Eddie’s there gleefully handing out condoms and saying things like “no glove, no love, kiddies.”

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"Every mistake you can think of making, I have made," Steve says.

Lucas opens his mouth to say something.

"Yes, even that one," Steve says.

Lucas closes his mouth.

"That's because you were a slut," Mike mutters.

"Not how I would have put it, but thank you, Tricycle."

"Oh, come on-"

"Stay stupid shit, get stupid nicknames," Steve says with a shrug.

From behind him, sitting on the top of the couch like a gremlin, Eddie snorts. When Steve shoots him a lighthearted glare, he does a terrible job of sobering up.

God, he loves him.

"I'm not here to be your mother," Steve continues. "I'm not nice enough for that. But I doubt that half of your parents told you anything other than abstinence is best or wear a condom, so that's why I'm doing this."

"Doing what?" Max asks warily.

"Letting you ask me anything you want," Steve says.

Many, many pairs of eyebrows shoot up on the faces of the people scattered all across Steve's living room.

"You're gonna regret this," Eddie pipes up.

"Probably," Steve admits before turning back to face the kids - who really aren't kids anymore. "But you'll regret getting chlamydia more."

"Oh my God, have you-"

"Do you want the answer to that question, Henderson?"

"I want to know," Max says with a shit-eating grin, and yeah.

Steve probably should have expected that.

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angeldreamsoffanfic

content warning: this took SUCH a turn to dom eddie munson wanting to make steve harrington just absolutely one, turn his brain off, and two- realize that his interests aren’t stupid. like it’s not… necessarily explicit on here but when this gets a bit more fleshed out… it’s gonna have to be posted on ao3 😂

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The thing is, Steve Harrington knows hair- okay?

And he also knows that his friends completely like to tease him about it, that they think that most of the time his affinity for it is a bit narcissistic. That he shouldn’t spend as much time as he does on it and he should “let go sometimes”, but he can’t.

He can remember watching his mother years ago in the bathroom mirror teach him how to style his hair, with little spritzes of water and a just a few puffs of sweet smelling hairspray. He can fully and thoroughly recall flipping through magazines when he was younger, back when his parents had started to travel, and taking beauty tips from the pages in regards to detangling. He’d spent three days with a knot at the nape of his neck, after a few days of swim practice, and he had too much pride at the time to ask anyone for help.

But anyway, Steve Harrington knows hair- and it’s not that he thinks other people don’t… but he also knows that some people don’t care as much as he does. And that’s why watching Eddie Munson take a brush to his curls (completely dry which is painful in it of itself) is absolutely heartbreaking in the weirdest way possible.

Steve also is completely and totally aware that his face must be doing… something, because Eddie has turned around to fully face him- instead of glaring daggers at his own reflection.

“What, Harrington?”

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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington
Characters: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Henry Creel | One | Vecna
Additional Tags: Memories, Dreamscapes, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Implied/Referenced Child Neglect, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary:

Robin Buckley has her hands cupped around Harrington’s face. She’s chewing aggressively on her bottom lip while she presses her fingertips into the skin just under his eyes, her thumbs smoothing over his chin. “I’m right here with you,” she whispers, knocking her forehead against her friends’.

And then Eddie watches as her body goes rigid and stiff. “Buckley?” he shouts, high pitched and panicky, and his voice jolts Wheeler. She grabs Buckley’s shoulder and tugs, but Buckley doesn’t move. Eddie darts around them to get a closer look at Buckley’s face, and he can’t help the hysterical cackle that punches its way out of his throat.

Her eyes are closed, but Eddie figures that if they had been open they’d be rolled back, too. When she said I’m right here with you, that girl fucking meant it.

Steve gets Vecna’d, and Robin follows him.

Source: archiveofourown.org
wheatnoodle
wheatnoodle

modern steddie where everyone moves off and unless they live near each other, they don’t really talk as much as they used to. robin and steve of course live together in the city on one of the coasts.

robin, like the others, will reach out every now and then and chat with some people from the old group, get coffee when they’re in town. steve, however, has apparently dropped off the face of the earth.

he doesn’t text, doesn’t call, he’s not on social media, nothing. they’re hurt, yeah, but if that’s what he needs to heal, so be it.

but robin IS on social media. and she’s been posting these pictures for the past year and a bit of her and her “best friend” as her captions label them. it’s not steve. it’s a girl. a really pretty girl with these big brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair that she likes to throw blonde highlights in to. she’s got all these freckles and moles and wears the cutest dresses and sandals seemingly everywhere they go.

her name is evie, according to the tagged account evieinthesky. sometimes robin will throw a full “evangeline” in comments and captions.

the rest of the party have seen the photos of evangeline, they even ask robin if she wants to invite her out when they visit but she always has an excuse ready why she can’t.

but then robin gets a comment on a pic of her and evie.

eddieisdead: yo is your friend uhhh,,,🔓???

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ghostlyfleur

steve harrington is a touchy person, especially with his girl. it dials up to eleven. you’re his love and his peace, he needs to be in contact with you at all times, it might even come across as needy or clingy to others, but you don’t mind. not at all. in fact, you love it. for once in your life, there’s another person in your day to day life that you want to touch, to show affection to, cover them in kisses and cuddles and call them cute pet names. you’ll get up from the couch where you’re cuddling with your stevie after giving him a peck — he always insists on parting kisses even if you’re just going to the kitchen to get a glass of water for you two — and maybe you get momentarily distracted by looking for a snack, but it’s enough to get your sweet boy a little whiny, “come back already, honey. what’s taking you so long? i can barely breathe here, sweet girl. c’mere, i miss you. baaaby, c’mere, come back to me!” and he won’t stop begging you to come back to him until you’re rushing over, ready to press kisses all over his face and bury yourself in his warm embrace, water sloshing and spilling from the cup, but neither of you care.

forevermoreharrington

Reading this felt like being hugged by Stevie <3

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beggars-opera

Rocky Horror is turning 50 next month and people still act like being gay was invented by Ellen in 1997

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But honestly! Renowned French poet Théophile de Viau wrote the poetic ode to King James titled "The Duke of Buckingham," containing the immortal lines "One man fucks Monsieur le Grand de Bellegarde/Another fucks the Comte de Tonnerre/And it is well known that the King of England/Fucks the Duke of Buckingham" exactly 400 years ago and people still act like being gay was invented by Oscar Wilde in 1890

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Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep were buried together in the 25th century BC and people still act like being gay was invented by renowned French poet Théophile de Viau 400 years ago

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Gilgamesh and Enkidu "loved each other like man and wife" in 2700 BC and ppl STILL act like being gay was invented by Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep in the 25th century BC

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shares-a-vest

Wayne shuffles to the door, desperate to answer the incessant knocking that sounds like whoever is on the other side is going to beat the exterior fly screen straight off its hinges. He is greeted by Claudia Henderson, clutching her handbag strap tight across her chest and looking very serious.

Although it might just be his sleep-deprived inability to gauge the emotions of chipper 9-to-5 receptionists who wear cosy sweaters. He checks his watch. He’s only been asleep for about an hour after getting home from night shift - what with waiting for Hurricane Eddie to finally head off for the garage.

“Hello, Wayne,” Claudia nods and purses her lips.

He scrubs a hand over his face but steps back nonetheless to let her in. Claudia is one step in the doorway anyhow.

“Coffee,” he not-so-much asks as he moves to the kitchen.

“No, thank you,” Claudia says politely, “I usually wait for my morning tea break.”

He looks over to find her pulling out his assigned chair at the breakfast table. She looks nervous, if a little pissed off as she gathers her handbag up on her lap. He blinks harshly and pinches his nose enough to press his forefinger and thumb into the inner corners of his eyes. He really needs to wake the hell up a little more, it appears.

“What did Eddie do?” he sighs, looking over the drying rack on the sink for one of the mugs he has in his rotation at the present time.

“Oh, Eddie hasn’t done a thing!” she insists, a smile evident in her voice, “I’m here about Steve.”

Cubs mug it is then...

He frowns again and turns back to Claudia, confused. And the woman looks like she was expecting such a reaction because she huffs and straightens up, looking like she is readying herself to give a sermon on the kid.

“I need you to help me convince that boy to move in with Dustin and me,” she explains, promptly holding up a defensive hand, “Now, I know he stays here, mostly This isn’t about anything to do with you… Or Eddie…

She tacks that last mention of his nephew on with a tone and a knowing look.

Wayne clears his throat. It’s certainly far too early in the morning for the ins and outs of that conversation. He flicks the kettle on to drown out the awkward silence between them.

“Have you uh...” he hums and scratches the back of his neck as he searches for words, “Have you talked with him about this, at all?”

Claudia squeaks out a noise he assumes is a negative as he quickly spoons coffee into his mug. He’ll settle for black coffee for now - he really cannot be assed to stand up for much longer, even if he did have the sense to quickly step into his comfy slippers when Claudia came a-pounding on the door.

“And you want my help specifically?” he says, raising his voice above the steaming kettle that is whistling away in boiling readiness.

“Yes!”

He waves a hand in the air, “Well, what about Robin?”

“Oh, gosh, no! I can’t talk to that girl,” he barks a laugh that makes Claudia startle in her seat, forcing her to clarify, “I mean she is a steel trap about that boy!”

Wayne smirks and nods as he heads for the table with his piping hot - and hopefully, heavily caffeinated - beverage, “He’s not the biggest talker when it comes to himself.”

“I’m not one to speak ill of other mothers,” Claudia says in a hushed tone, “God knows, I am not perfect. But where are his parents?”

She rocks a little with each word like she has needed to ask that question for a good long while. Of course, Wayne thinks about Steve’s parents. A lot. Because the boy almost never mentions them.

He shrugs, “He says they stayed away on business.”

“After everything that has happened in this town?” she argues, voice growing shrill with worry, “Did he tell you what actually happened with the mall fire? It was more of that other dimension nonsense!”

He almost chokes on his coffee. He knows a little - there was no way around it with Eddie in the hospital surrounded by all those secret nurses and doctors. But he didn’t know Claudia Henderson knew about some of it too. Still, he decides to remain cautious and gestures for her to continue.

“And he’s been concussed more times than he can remember!”

She slumps back in her seat with a look of such horror, Wayne thinks the sweet woman sitting opposite him considers it her closing argument.

Wayne taps on the rim of his coffee cup. They would have to tread carefully, not ambush the kid.

“He does get a lot of migraines - ” is all he can think to say.

“ - And he has dizzy spells,” Claudia cuts in, leaning forward. He can see tears starting to well up, “I just want him to be looked after. I know he’s a young man with his own life and everything, but he still needs a parent to care for him, to support him.”

“Yeah,” Wayne nods firmly, “Yes, he does.”

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crisisinverted17

Interviewer Steve Harrington who gets decked in the face by a particularly drunk and rude person halfway through an event, and can’t fight back because it could ruin the company name or whatever, but he still needs to meet his quota, so he's walking around face still bleeding and talking to people.


Then he meets Corroded Coffin and he has to make it an extended interview cause his Co-Worker Dustin adores them. The bleeding has mostly stopped by then, but the guy from earlier bumps into his back and glares at him.


And how hasn’t he been kicked out yet, Eddie thinks he’ll definitely try something again if Steve goes out on his own and the camera man can’t stop him, so he says fuck it and Steve sits with them for the rest of the event, with the Coffin guys as his body gaurds


Which works because everyone thinks they’re intimidating and ‘scary’, but in reality none of them know how to throw a punch and they’re relying on the facade.


Steve’s nose starts bleeding again at some point during the dinner portion, and Eddie is quick to grab the napkin out of his breast coat and dab it up.


Steve probably says something like, “You do this for all the girls?” And Gareth is all to happy to explain how he doesn’t, and how on their last tour Eddie fainted from Grant hitting himself with a drumstick and getting a nosebleed.


And Eddie really wishes he could smack him except the blood keeps coming and he needs to focus on cleaning it and staying awake.

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the-biscuit-agreement

Imagine Barnes getting a call that tells him there was some sort of disturbance at 35 Portland Row and when he gets there he finds that Lockwood, George and Lucy are all missing and that there is ghost loose in the basement. He calls in Kipps and his team to help get rid of the ghost only to find that all of the sources Lockwood and Co had collected are missing and there is a dead relic man in the basement. 

With Barnes desperate to track down the missing teenagers and Kipps and his team ordered to recover the missing sources, Barnes and Kipps are forced to work together to rescue Lockwood and Co from whatever mess they got themselves in, both trying to act like they aren’t terrified they won’t get to the three in time. 

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frozenwafflesagain

The Hargreeves As Quotes From My Ongoing IRL Quote List

Luther: "I'm nothing but a man of missed opportunities."

Diego: "If I don't have clout, what do I have? My mustache?"

Allison: "Not to be rude, but I am so much better than you right now."

Klaus: "If you didn't want me to talk, you shouldn't have said my name."

Five: "I thrive off of scorn from people I don't respect."

Brella!Ben: "If this is heaven, I don’t want to know what hell is like."

Viktor: "It's a good thing I don't use my powers for evil."

Lila: "I'm not saying it's your fault, but I did everything right."

Sparrow!Ben: "When I'm in the room, all compliments go to me."

Grace: "I'm so good at having fun!"

Reggie: "It takes 3 generations to become content with no free will. Take away free will and there's no problems."