#steve is sentimental

[shushmal]

There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

[steddiehyperfixation]

Footsteps pad down the hallway as Steve and Eddie make their way to their bedroom at an honestly irresponsible hour given that they both have work in the morning. Yawning, talking quietly. They get ready for bed one at a time in their small bathroom, Eddie settling under the covers with a book while Steve finishes brushing his teeth.

There's a smile in Eddie's voice when he speaks, the words muffled to outsiders by the rustling of sheets as Steve climbs into bed. Whatever it is, it makes Steve laugh, which makes Eddie laugh too. They fall in and out of bouts of talking and giggling, the only two people in the world - or at least it must feel that way, alone together at such an absurd time of night, in the familiar comfort and quiet of their shared bed and shared home.

They don't know that their teenage daughter is still awake in the room next door, listening to their laughter floating through their house's thin walls. She smiles to herself in the dark, warmed by the simple and genuine joy in that sound.

They don't know that this is far from the first time she's heard them laughing together in private. They don't know that she's absorbed every smile they've given each other, every kiss and kindness and warm conversation she's ever witnessed them exchange, and with every one she has learned what love looks like. She may make a whole dramatic show of gagging or pulling a face at some of her dads' displays of affection for each other (she is Eddie Munson's daughter after all), but they don't know how much she actually appreciates the fact that her parents are still so happily in love, that after nearly 30 years together they still genuinely enjoy being around each other. Their relationship began long before her and the love they have for each other continues still not because of her or in spite of her but simply alongside the love they have for her in equal measure.

There is so much love in this house, of that she has never had any doubt. She loves her dads, her dads love her, and her dads love each other, and those are facts, fundamental truths that have been shaped into the very foundation of her bones as she's grown up. No argument or mistake or disagreement has ever been - or will ever be - enough to waver that. Even in moments of anger there has always been love, unquestionably. They don't know just how deeply she knows that. They don't know just how much she values that.

Sleepy and sentimental, she thinks of friends she knows who have grown up in broken homes and are drawn to broken relationships, and she feels so incredibly grateful for the happy childhood Steve and Eddie have given her and the example they've set of such a healthy, loving relationship for her to look up to. They don't know that she knows how lucky she is to have them.

One day I'll tell them, she thinks as she rolls over onto her side and lets her body grow heavy with sleep. One day I'll thank them for teaching me what love is.

[anthotneystark]

A stobin headcanon that won’t leave me alone

Growing up with his parents being Like That, Steve sees things a certain way. Things are either practical and aesthetic or practical and not aesthetic. And things that are not practical do not belong. He learned this when he realized Tommy’s mom kept every school picture but his own mom didn’t. Keeping those pictures wasn’t practical, just like keeping old clothes wasn’t practical. The moment it stopped being up to date, it was gone.

As such, specifically with clothes because that was what he had the option to choose for himself, he only kept things that looked good, that made sense to buy because he wanted to look good, or that were practical, comfortable. The latter he refused to be seen in and was just a few things in his closet.

Enter Robin

Robin, who almost exclusively got second hand from older cousins and thrift stores, who learned early on that yes, practicality matters, but that doesn’t mean she can’t have fun with it. It’s all about finding that hidden treasure, the big score. And Steve’s closet? It’s expensive, it’s tasteful, it’s boring

She tries, in vain, to convince him to liven it up a little, but he can’t get over the mental hurdle of picking something because he likes it. He’s too stuck on appearances for a long time, because if he won’t look good, why have it?

This, outside of saving the world, is her life’s mission (his love life is a whole other issue that they’re working on jointly) so she tries to ease him into the idea. She takes him thrifting, shows him the process, the excitement of finding something great. They go window shopping in stores and she watches like a hawk to see what his eyes catch on, where he lingers before moving on because it’s “not practical”. She starts putting together a list of things he likes but won’t get for himself, trying to figure out something easy to convince him on because if she can convince him on something little, that’s progress.

And then it happens. His eyes catch and he runs his fingers over it, and then lets it go. It’s perfect. It’s a pair of socks, and it’s definitely not anything he’s already got. It’s a fun little pattern, dogs wearing hats, and she knows he needs to have them. It takes fifteen minutes of back and forth, sometimes just looks, before he hesitantly agrees to get them.

And so it begins.

Socks are the thing she focuses on first, fun ones and silly patterns and it’s a perfect compromise. It’s a practical item and he can have that little pop of fun without compromising his aesthetic. She’s prepared to go slow, and doesn’t push too much as life goes on. Out of Hawkins, out of college, out into the world where she knows her calling is language but doesn’t know where to go with it, where he finds his calling in working with kids and they both become teachers (she teaches Spanish and French and tutors other languages in the side if any of her kids are interested, he teaches phys. ed and health and makes sure all the kids have fun even if they aren’t good at sports).

She keeps working on it, with gradual success. By the time they’re discussing if they’re going to get a divorce to marry their actual partners, with Eddie and Chrissy watching in amusement as they both look sad at the thought (because this is my story and I say they lived) before telling them that actually, they’ve decided to get married too - “I want to have an affair with you, Stevie, you wouldn’t deny me of that fun would you?” - she’s been pretty successful. His closet still has some boring nice clothes in it, but it’s got his fun sock collection, band shirts from the concerts they’ve seen over the years, sweaters that are objectively ugly but that he enjoys so much it makes them beautiful, and so much more. He doesn’t think so definitively about if he’s going to like how he looks in things, but picks things with more weight on if he likes something for itself.

(She refuses to admit Eddie helped, but one time Steve had pulled on one of Eddie’s flannels and ripped jeans to go get the mail because he didn’t feel like getting his own clothes out and Eddie had been very quick to show Steve how much he liked that look on him. And, well, the flannel was soft, so it made sense to add some of those shirts to his wardrobe. And if he picked those because of their colors too, that was still practical)

I don’t know where else I’m going with this (other than Steve takes Robin’s last name and Eddie and Chrissy have a long, drawn out debate on what name to keep before deciding that they’re keeping Munson because Wayne is the deciding factor)

(Wayne also figures out one day that he’s suddenly got four kids who call him uncle Wayne and eventually some who call him grandpa and well, that’s everything he could ever want)

Oh and Steve’s students? They have running bets about which socks Steve will be wearing every day and every spirit week has a fun sock day that is unofficially known as Mr. Buckley day (some kids do the whole gym teacher style looks he has too, and he gets a kick out of it every time)

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Steggy + textposts pt. 16/?

[atomeequark]

11/8

[alaskan-wallflower]

sodapop who happy cries whenever he’s given a gift and steve who will buy something meaningful for soda just to see his reaction

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy!! I hope you're doing well! I love your writing so much, thank you for sharing your stories with us 💕💕

I saw these two and now I cannot stop thinking about a world where Bucky and Steve are NHL players and best friends trying to win over the same girl. Maybe you're an old childhood or college friend that just came back into town and the boys get so competitive wanting to impress you that they start trying to one up each other during games 👀

I'm so glad it's the weekend, lovely! It was a rough work week, but it will get better, and I made it! I hope you had a good week!

I can't help but think of @yenzys-lucky-charm's when hockey is brought up and her Lucky Charms AU!

I've never written Bucky and Steve best friends turned rivals over a reader. Having the attention of both of them? Yes, please. Childhood or college friend, you wouldn't want to come between them (but in a dirty way, yes, you do). Could be fun.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[cetkicica]

More william sketches! i think about this movie too often and i just love matthew lillard sm

[ninetyminutes]

I found this page from a 2007 Vanity Fair magazine to be super interesting because of all the different tidbits of information like this is showing us a really deep insight on his personality and what he cares about.

For example, his cat named Steve.

Now I can’t help but picture our Lorne having a cat with an equally common typical human name, similar to Steve. So like whenever someone asks what his plans are he’s like “I’m just going to hang out with Steve tonight.” And everyone is fully convinced Steve is human but nope he’s actually a cat.

Maybe someone comes over and he’s like “Steve isn’t here?” And Lorne knows Steve doesn’t like new people so he’s just like “He’ll show up if he feels like it” not realizing that they think Steve is a person.

Imagine Chevy getting jealous of this Steve guy, like who does he think he is hanging out with Lorne all the time. And Chevy avoids meeting Steve until he’s at Lorne’s apartment one night and sees this cat. “Oh that’s Steve. He’s pretty shy so you should consider yourself lucky.”

Of course Chevy gets mad at Rosie for not telling him Steve is a cat, but Rosie just keeps making fun of him for being jealous of said cat.

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

favorite birthday gift you’ve ever received??

HA! A kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass.

Soda gave himself a good chuckle with that reply, having to calm himself down after Steve patted him to let him know he was being loud.

I'm just messin', pardon my language there. Uhm...

Well, to be quite honest with you, it's not often I really get birthday gifts? I don't really ask for much except for cake and people!

And that's me being completely honest! Every year, Darry and Pony will bug me the week of and be like "So, Sodapop, whattya want for your birthday?" and every time I say "Chocolate cake and a good time!"

I always get the cake. Obviously. Sometimes I'll switch it up and tell them to put a speciifc frosting color on it, one year I chose yellow cake instead of chocolate, blah blah blah.

But the good time only comes after everyone gets into the house and we start partyin'.

But you asked for gift as in something physically I'm guessin', and I'd probably saaayyy... my pop's guitar.

I don't really use it much, but when I first got it I would play eeeeeverrryyyy day. I say I'm a singer— I'm lying to you. I'm TERRIBLE at singing. It's Ponyboy who got the singing abilities from Mama in the family. I can sure dance and play though!

Not to toot my own horn or anything, that is... But it's one of my favorite gifts. It stays in my "old" room. Every so often when people are out of the house and it's just me, I'll play and practice. I hate playing around people 'cuz I got real bad stage fright.

Soda glances over at Steve again, smiling at the brunette, who was still happily snacking on whatever he could find.

But yeah, the guitar is definitely my favorite. :)

[shushmal]

thinking about steve and eddie having a wedding even tho it's not legal, but bcs steve likes parties and he also likes being a bitch, and eddie wants him to get the chance to be a bridezilla as some weird form of enrichment. also because they love each other and whatever, but mostly so eddie gets to watch steve be a bitch to anyone pretentious enough to deserve it

[whathehonestfuk]

Erica notices Robin talking about moving away for college and none of her plans seem to include Steve so she confronts him on why he isn't moving away with Robin.

He tells her someone has to stay back and make sure the twerps don't get themselves killed

Que her rounding up the entire party so they can unanimously release him from babysitting duty

[larilarry]

At some party somewhere in another universe there are three boyfriends...

[gracegrove]

WWII Harringrove au

Where Steve's parents purchased him a draft deferment but Billy volunteered because he wanted to get the hell out of the run down house and away from the beatings from his old man when he didn't come home with enough money. Billy lied about his age, knew he'd be drafted in a year anyway.

Steve feels a profound sense of guilt as more men his age leave and he remains in his small town. One of just a few men left his age. The others denied or exempt with family farms to run or personal health difficulties. Steve feels like a chump and finally volunteers in late 1943.

Steve struggles through his training but eventually makes it to England by the spring of 1944. He is hopeless on his feet with many drills and tasks, but his commanding officer sees a special talent in him and volunteers Steve to enlist into the Army Air Corps. Steve joins the 101st Airborne as a paratrooper.

While Steve is at the main base in England he meets a loud and cantankerous young army officer who has risen through the ranks in his own right. Lieutenant Hargrove.

They become rivals.

Steve flouting respect for rank and pushing his luck when he's out on passes in town. Returning to base past curfew and drunker than a skunk.

Lt. Hargrove has threatened to court martial him, but often opts for putting Private Harrington through unnecessary drills in the cold driving English rain. Crawling on all fours through muddy pasture and jumping stonewalls. Running down countryside roads until Harrington is doubled over and cramping. Before Lt. Hargrove let's Pvt. Harrington clamor into the back of his jeep groaning. And they drive back to base.

On June 6, 1944 they both learn that they will be crossing the Channel and into the razor sharp teeth of the Nazi defenses on the coast of France. Lt. Hargrove is assigned with his men to a navy destroyer. Pvt. Harrington is given orders to go by air and drop behind enemy lines straight into the beast's waiting mouth.

They have one last meal together. A quiet understanding reached. A truce, as they exchange glances between bites. The camp wide siren blares. It's time.

They stand. A hand on one another's shoulder, the other hand in a desperate grasping handshake that takes each man by the forearm and holds tight.

"Take care of yourself you sonnuva bitch." Lt. Hargrove forces in a tight mouthed wish of luck.

"You too. Stubborn bastard." Pvt. Harrington smiles, his eyes betraying the grin.

The parting is shaking. A brittle break from one another as they walk in opposite directions. They spare each other one last glance before they leave.

It is not until August of 1945 that they see each other again. In Paris.

[zackmartin]

I would knit things for all of you tbh

[cloudinterlude]

"Steve doesn't have to be perfect all the time--" But he is, so now what?