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Steddie where Steve suffers from insomnia and spends his bad nights listening to the radio; the TV is too much for his already overwhelmed senses, and there’s some comfort in just lying there on the couch, wrapped up in his blankets and with Lily happily purring on his chest, as he listens to one show after the other.
His favorite one is Late Nights in the Dungeon. The name is awful, he knows, but the show is surprisingly good. The host is funny, and a little crazy in Steve’s opinion. He’s passionate about music in general and often goes on the wildest tangents whenever he starts rambling about it, and his interviews are also quite epic. Steve spent a good fifteen minutes laughing until his tummy ached when that man interviewed Dave Mustaine; the guy had been so obviously excited about that night’s guest that he kept fucking up every single question and saying the weirdest shit.
“Oh, it’s Eddie Munson’s show, right?” Robin says, when Steve mentions it at work one day. “Didn’t know you were a metal fan.”
“I’m not.”
And he isn’t. But Steve likes how chaotic the show is; you never know what to expect from Munson and that makes it way more interesting than most of the other shows. And as loud as the songs may be, Steve likes to hear the man’s technical opinions about them; it’s clear that Munson has a lot of knowledge when it comes to music, listening to his inputs and analyzes is never boring.
There’s also the matter of the man’s voice. It’s just beautiful and makes you feel things. Let’s just say Steve would gladly spend the whole night listening to that man talk, if he could.
“Oh my God, you have a crush on someone you’ve never even seen,” Robin laughs.
“Shut up! I don’t have a crush.”
“You so do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“What if he’s so ugly babies cry when they see him?
“It doesn’t matter, Robin, because I don’t have a crush!”
(Steve totally has a crush, but he’s just not gonna give Robin the satisfaction of knowing she’s right.)
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imagine it’s 1985 and you’re in love with someone but haven’t told them yet and it’s killing you inside and you’re so horny you’re practically in heat. and then bruce springsteen drops i’m on fire
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Steve 100% is the person who would, when asked "How's your head?" after getting a hit to the head, answer with: "Never had any complaints."
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Steve loves Eddie’s tattoos. Not just that, he’s fascinated by them.
And this is something he can’t quite explain, really, because until he met Eddie tattoos didn’t have that much appeal to him.
But now? Now he can’t help but admire whenever Eddie has them on display.
“You can touch it if you want, darling,” Eddie whispers to him, when he catches Steve staring at his bare arms for the third time in less than twenty minutes.
He says it in that flirty, playful tone he uses often whenever they are hanging out. Steve never knows if Eddie is really flirting with him, or if he’s just being Eddie. This whole bisexuality thing is still confusing to Steve; he still has a lot of figuring out to do.
Despite all that, he accepts Eddie’s offer. His fingers carefully trace the black ink on Eddie’s arm, something akin to awe filling Steve’s chest as he learns every line and curve that makes the tattoo.
Steve doesn’t miss the slight shiver that runs down Eddie’s body when they touch, and he bites his lip to hold back the grin that’s threatening to take over his face. Maybe Eddie had really been flirting with him all this time, after all. Maybe it’s time Steve starts flirting back.
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Steve: Okay, well describe the type of guy you wanna date, Munson. I’ll find you a date
Eddie: *describes Steve’s personality and appearance in excruciating detail*
Steve: …
Steve: I’m gonna be real, that guy sounds like he sucks.
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Right in front of my rental videos?
(click on it because I can tell the compression is ass on this, right?)
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webweaving thoughts about steve and robin (robin's pov)
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i don’t know what’s worse : the suggested search tag or the comment
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i genuinely don't think i'll ever be over robin's coming out scene in stranger things, specifically the way robin says "steve..." and the way steve just goes "oh."
robin saying steve's name sort of fond, sort of exasperated, sort of knowing, and steve saying "oh" in the softest, kindest voice. robin almost holding her breath as she waits for steve's reaction, because as much as she's teased and made fun of him, it is so obvious how much the two of them care about each other.
and you can literally see the gears in steve's head turning as his feelings towards robin change from romantic to Platonic with a Capital P Soulmate, there is not even a question in steve's heart that robin is anything other than his best friend and someone he wants to have in his life forever, it's just that the feelings have shifted.
i just love stobin so insanely much, they are the Platonic soulmates ever, and if either of them dies in the finale i willa ctually never recover.
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Give me the Party taking Steve’s kindness for granted and Eddie getting so pissed off by this.
But it’s not like the kids are mean to him. They are not. They like Steve, love him, really, but teenagers hardly realize they are being dismissive and less than considerate to people who are doing things for them out of the goodness of their hearts and not because they have any kind of obligation to. And the Party are still teenagers so, yeah, being appreciative of other people’s kindness is not really their forte at the moment.
So Eddie watches Dustin bitch about how Steve is late to pick them up at school or at Hellfire. Watches Max complain that Steve didn’t buy her favorite snack for movie night, and Mike and Lucas barging into the man’s house, without even calling beforehand, to use his pool when it’s too hot, as if they own the place or something. And every time he sees this shit happening he gets so mad because Steve has no obligation to do any of that. He owes nothing to those brats. He does all that because he wants to, because he loves those kids so much, he does everything they ask him to without asking anything in return; not even a ‘thank you, Steve’.
And that’s exactly what Eddie tells them. He doesn’t yell at them, nor does he try to force them into doing anything. No, Eddie takes another rote; he makes them see, with a soft tone and the most disappointed look he can muster, how much Steve has been doing for all of them, whilst they have been treating him so dismissively.
(And it doesn’t even take Eddie much to make them realize what they are doing because they are good kids and they do love Steve. They’d never, ever hurt Steve’s feelings on purpose. They just happen to still be a little immature, even after literally saving the world.)
After Eddie’s pep talk, the Party makes sure to show their appreciation of Steve every chance they get. And Eddie will never forget Steve’s stunned face the first time Mike said ‘Thank you, man, appreciate it’ after Steve handed him his favorite candy bar during a movie night… just priceless.
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Make Me Choose @steadfastsaturnsrings asked: ↳ Steve and his nail bat or Eddie playing the guitar
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Steve really wants this friendship with Jonathan to work but all their conversations are stilted and awkward. Nancy says to find some common ground but Steve’s having a hard time doing that so…
“You want me…to talk to you?” Eddie asks when Steve comes to his picnic table in the woods. “Did you hit your head?”
“Yeah,” Steve says, obviously. His face is still bruised. “Are you going to help me or not.”
“Help you with what? Conversing with freaks?”
“Yes,” Steve answers bluntly. “All my friends are cool and like cool stuff. I’m trying to be a better person and talk to weirdos but I don’t know weirdo stuff. You do.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” Steve nods, clearly not getting or just ignoring the sarcasm. “Are you going to help me?”
“…Fine,” Eddie finally says. Solely because he wants to see where this leads. “But each conversation comes with a meal.”
“Deal,” Steve grins. “It’s a date.”
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