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I love gay Eddie and bisexual awakening Steve. It’s solid and popular for a reason. It works, makes a lot of sense.
But…I also love flirty-cluelessly-queer Eddie and comfortable-with-his sexuality Steve.
Eddie does flirt. With everyone. It was pretty clear he was flirting with Chrissy. He was flirting with Steve. Calling him big boy and getting up in his personal space, being all cutesy.
So, imagine Eddie just casually flirting with Steve and it doesn’t mean anything to him. He’s just being Eddie. He isn’t even aware that it’s flirting. He really considers it teasing. The man is dramatic and silly. He loves to make a scene. So “teasing” people is fun for him.
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one of the known, undisputed rules of riding in steve harrington’s car: passenger seat gets music privileges.
if you brought your own tape, and won the usually vicious battle for shotgun, there was a 100% chance that the drive would be backed with music of your choice. hell, there was even a small collection growing in steve’s glove box of music that wasn’t his, because people left them behind either on accident or on purpose. no one really knew what steve liked to listen to- maybe minus robin- but he always seemed happy with whatever the passenger put in.
until one day, when dustin and lucas and mike climbed into his car. dustin had won passenger seat privileges, after a rather tense game of rock, paper, scissors, and instantly reached for the tape player.
steve smacked his hand down. “paws off, henderson.” he scolded, not unkindly. all three kids stared at him like he’d grown a third limb as he pulled out of the wheeler’s driveway. electric guitar played at a semi-low volume.
“what the hell?!” dustin squawked. “why can’t i change the tape?” steve rolled his eyes, fingers tapping along to the rhythm of the beat on the wheel. none of the kids recognised the song, and it certainly didn’t seem the kind of thing steve harrington would willingly listen to.
“is it so surprising i want to listen to my own tape in my car?” steve asks. dustin shouts an affronted, ‘YES!’ to which steve just shakes his head and continues driving.
the man on the track sings over heavy drums and guitar, talking about how he needed someone to 'show me the things that make true happiness’ and 'he must be blind.’ then, there’s a guitar solo that steve smiles at.
“who are you?” mike asked, suspicious. “what did you do with our steve?”
“oh, shut up, wheeler.” steve meets his eye in the rearview mirror. “next one to complain loses tape privileges for their next three turns.”
that does shut them up. they make idle conversation over a couple more songs before they pull up to their destination. mostly threatening each other over high scores and making bets. steve waves them off with the usual 'don’t be stupid’ lecture and pulls out of the arcade parking lot, the bass of whatever the next track had been audible even through his closed doors and windows.
after that, steve retains ownership of his stereo every now and then, always playing some form of heavy metal. it just becomes the norm, though never fails to confound whoever’s in the car. (because, seriously? polo shirt wearing steve harrington and heavy metal?)
they only ever hear anyone else listen to it after they join hellfire. eddie invites them to his trailer to create their characters together, and when they walk in one of the songs from that dumb tape is playing from a record in the corner.
“woah! you like this music too?” lucas asks. eddie nods excitedly.
“yeah, man! you a fan?” his smile dims a little when lucas shakes his head, but dustin is quick to jump in.
“our friend steve is always listening to a dumb mixtape with this sorta stuff on it.” he explains, missing how eddie’s eyes light up and his smile turns a little bashful. “he used to let us play whatever we want, but ever since he got that tape he makes us listen to it sometimes when he drives us around.”
“well,” eddie sighs, fiddling with one of his chunky silver rings. “seems this steve knows someone with very good taste in music.” there’s a warm look in his eyes before he claps his hands and diverts their attention to the character sheets he printed out.
later that night, steve gets a call.
“you told me you only listened to that tape once.” the voice on the other end drawls. it’s low and teasing, but it’s undercut with obvious wonder and fondness. steve doesn’t even bother pretending to be confused.
“well, it’s good.” (it makes me think of you) he replies, like it pains him. eddie giggles, and steve eyes the tape in question. sat on his bedside table, 'for my stevie’ scrawled across it in eddie’s neatest handwriting. shitty little hearts drawn around his name and an even shittier skull at the end. “how’d you know?”
“kiddies recognised my mötörhead record.” eddie coos, “told me how you revoke their music privileges to listen to it.” a pause. “you’re so fucking cute.”
steve can’t help the dorky smile that spreads over his face. the way he twirls the phone cord like a fucking lovesick loser. he cracks a joke about making eddie a mixtape featuring the likes of duran duran and tears for fears, which makes him fake retch. they chat for a little while longer, whispering 'i love you’s through the phones like it was their first time saying it.
the tape stays firmly in the bmw’s music rotation.
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A little thing based on this post because it wouldn’t leave my brain:
“I just don’t understand why you won’t try to read it.”
Steve had heard Dustin say this exact sentence hundreds of times at this point.
“I mean, do you know how to read?”
Mike was an asshole. Steve loved him because he was part of the group and he’d been through the same things, but he was such a dick.
“Yes, I know how to read. I just don’t.”
Dustin rolled his eyes.
“If you don’t wanna read nerd shit just say so.”
Steve threw his arms up in frustration.
Steve was a nerd at heart. As a child, he would beg the nanny to take him to the library and the science museum that had real dinosaur fossils. There was something about the peace of exiting his reality and finding a new one among fantasy and history that was indescribable, even to this day.
But as he grew into his looks, he grew out of that phase. At least around others.
And with no nanny around to take him places, he settled for just being the popular guy who hung out with his friends after practice and threw parties at his forever empty house on Saturdays.
But secretly, he still found himself enjoying books late into the night. Never school books, or his grades would’ve been good enough for college, but always incredible novels that took him to other worlds with the most impressively brave people.
And then he lived a nightmare. A few times over. With concussions at every turn.
Now, anytime he tried to read, his head started pounding, his vision got blurry, and ears would start ringing. He stopped trying altogether after Starcourt, but he’d never really let go his love of books.
He occasionally let Robin read to him, but she would get distracted by a plot or character and go on a tangent, leaving Steve confused about what the actual story was. He hated being confused.
“Stevie, you got a minute?”
Eddie had been watching from his spot at the end of the table, where he’d been cleaning up the mess of D&D. He usually made the kids do it, but he’d let them off the hook tonight when they beat the monster and escaped his trap.
Steve and Eddie were friends, definitely. Maybe not close ones, but friends.
Steve had a little crush, definitely. Or a big one. Maybe.
So when Eddie shows him attention, he somewhat shamefully receives it like he’s dying of thirst in a desert.
Robin is the only one who’s noticed so far, but if he keeps acting like a dog being called by his master anytime Eddie talks to him, someone else will comment on it.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asked as he made his way to Eddie.
The kids took this time to talk amongst themselves about the game and what they think will happen next week, and Steve couldn’t have been more grateful.
“You don’t have to tell me, but.” Eddie was tapping his fingers nervously against his leg. “Do you not know how to read?”
“Uh. No I do. I mean I graduated high school. I know it’s hard to believe.”
“Not judging if you can’t, man. I mean, I took three senior years. I’m the last person who can judge.”
“Yeah, but you’re smart. You just didn’t like school,” Steve replied with a pat to his shoulder.
Eddie glanced down at the contact, eyebrow raising and then falling back to normal quickly.
“Just seems like you’d have read something by now to get them off your ass.”
And that’s a really good point. Maybe he should’ve just suffered through a migraine so they’d leave him alone about it.
But migraines left him out for days sometimes, and he couldn’t exactly afford that right now.
“I guess it’s just not worth the migraine.”
He hadn’t meant to actually say it. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad or for him to try to make him feel better about it or ask questions or talk about the concussion thing.
Actually, did he even know about the concussion thing? Things?
“You get migraines when you try to read?” Then realization hit Eddie hard. “Steve. Do you like reading?”
Something about the way Eddie was looking at him, like he was sad for him but not pitying him, made Steve want to cry.
“I used to, yeah.”
“Everyone out! Your parents are gonna have to come get you! No questions, no explanations, go!” Eddie yelled to the room.
Everyone stared blankly at him before they started protesting, Dustin loudest of all.
“Steve’s my ride!”
“Not anymore. Hitch a ride with Lucas.”
“But Lucas’ mom always squeezes my cheeks and tells me she hopes I never lose my baby fat.”
“She speaks for all of us. Get the hell out of here!”
Steve was actually impressed. Maybe a little turned on? God, he was a disaster.
As everyone cleared out of the room, Eddie patted the seat next to him. When Steve sat down, Eddie scooted his chair so close to him, his knees were touching Steve’s.
“Alright, so you’re gonna tell me about what books you like and what books you want to read and we’re gonna get started.”
Steve blinked at him. “Huh?”
“You have a list I’m sure.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Okay, then we better get started.”
“I mean, I’ve tried. I appreciate it, but even focusing on one page makes my eyes burn and my head hurt.”
“Got that. I’m not asking you to read.”
Sometimes Steve was worried the concussions had actually knocked some screws loose. He wasn’t getting it.
“I’m gonna read to you, Stevie.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure a lot of them will be movies and I can just watch them.”
“It’s not the same. You know it’s not.”
He was right. Steve didn’t have much patience for movies. And sometimes even those gave him migraines if there were a lot of bright lights and explosions.
“Yeah. But still. You don’t have to do that. You might not even like the books.”
“Ah, this isn’t a completely free service, my liege.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t have extra money to pay you, dude.”
“Not money. I get to pick a book to read to you when we finish the first book you pick.”
“Is it The Hobbit?”
“It is,” Eddie looked so smug.
“Well, that was my first choice,” Steve stared back, equally as smug.
“So, your house is empty.”
“Yep.”
“And I’m assuming you own this book.”
“I do.”
“And it’s getting late.”
Steve looked out the window at the pitch black skies.
“It’s late.”
“So I could stay and read you to sleep.”
“Won’t I miss some of the book?”
“I’ll stop when you’re asleep.”
Steve’s heart was practically begging him to say yes. Eddie reading to him in his bed? Possibly falling asleep together? Maybe even waking up together? It couldn’t be a better proposition. Well. It could.
“Will you stay even if I fall asleep?”
Eddie smirked. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d called Steve that, but it was the first time it felt like he meant it in a non-teasing way.
“Okay.”
So they both changed into some of Steve’s comfy clothes, got into his bed, and Eddie started reading The Hobbit.
Just as he was during D&D and real life, Eddie was animated, providing different voices for different characters and often giving long pauses to let Steve soak in what the words meant.
Steve didn’t even have to ask him to do that. He just did.
Steve fell asleep somewhere between halfway and the end of chapter two, but Eddie stayed.
And they woke up the next day with Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him to keep him as close as possible.
They finished the The Hobbit in a week, and because Eddie was now committed to making sure Steve was well-read, they started moving through his list rapidly, falling for each other in new ways every time Eddie turned a page.
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dobbysmama-deactivated20190803:
“imagine your otp”
i do. always. in literally every scenario.
If someone could tell me how to stop occasionally it would help. A girl has shit to do.
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cliché but classic trope: when the person who almost died wakes up in a hospital bed, looks around and sees the object of their affection sleeping uncomfortably in the chair next to them because they haven’t moved in days.
You can pry that trope from my cold dead hands.
cliché but classic sub trope of this: the person who almost died tells the object of their affection “you look like shit” despite the fact that they are the one in the hospital bed and almost died.
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Steve: It’s not gay if I want to date Eddie but as bros, right?
Dustin: I’m not an expert, but that sounds pretty gay.
Robin: I’m an expert. That’s gay.
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For some reason, some of Eddie’s fans refuse to believe Eddie and Steve are in a capital R - Relationship. They take to Twitter for the classic tweet of “Guys, they’re just really close friends.” Well, after enough tags on one particular post, Eddie sees it and retweets with a progressing photo collage of Eddie and Steve being…close. The first one is of Eddie and Steve with their arms over each others shoulders standing side by side with matching grins backstage. There’s normal sized text underneath that reads, “Just dudes being bros.” The second image is of both of them closely hugging with each of their faces tucked into each other’s necks. The larger text underneath just reads, “JuSt DudEs BeinG BroS!!”. The third and final photo is of Eddie crowding Steve against his tour bus, his hands cradling Steve’s face as he kisses him. Steve’s hands are clutching Eddie’s cropped shirt. The text underneath reads in huge text in all caps, “JUST DUDES BEING BROS.”
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“Steve can’t win a fight” is consistently funny but it’s actually funnier when you realise he CAN but only against eldritch abominations from another world. Those are fine. Other teenage boys? Absolutely not.
here’s the thing: it’s one thing to know you’re strong enough to kill a demogorgon. that is good easy knowledge. hit this hard, and the thing will drop dead.
so those are easy fights to win, if you’re strong enough.
the challenge is when you’re fighting not to kill, but you know you’re strong enough to do so. how much do you have to hold back, to make sure you can both walk away from the fight?
steve could never live with the guilt, if he accidentally murdered another teenage boy (yes, even That One). so of course he doesn’t win those fights. he’s too scared of causing permanent damage, and he overcorrects too hard in the other direction.
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✧ TAYLOR SWIFT
the 2022 American Music Awards (November 20, 2022)
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Okay, but can we talk about the dance scene in Goncharov? The way Goncharov and Andrey are in-sync even though they aren’t dancing together whilst Katya and Goncharov are completely out-of-sync despite actually dancing together. How, when viewed from above, all the dancing pairs form the shape of the clock, with Goncharov and Katya being the minute hand and Andrey and his partner being the hour. Oh, and don’t forget about the music, perfectly blending the Main Theme (representing Goncharov himself here), Katya’s Theme, and Andrey’s Theme. Utterly incredible choreography, composition, writing, and performance.
For those curious about the motifs used in the score, you can find the Main Theme uploaded by @caramiaaddio and Katya’s by @unscharf-an-den-raendern
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“The way we were directed by the studios, I was to walk behind him, never side by side. I mean, that is fucking priceless when I think about it now. When we would get out the car and walk towards the house I would have to be behind him, even though I had equal dialogue.”
“I can only imagine that at the beginning, they wanted me to be the sidekick,” she said. “Or that, somehow, maybe it was enough of a change just to see a woman having this kind of intellectual repartee with a man on camera, and surely the audience couldn’t deal with actually seeing them walk side by side!”
“I don’t know how long it lasted or if it changed because I eventually said, ‘Fuck no! No!’ I don’t remember somebody saying, ‘Okay, now you get to walk alongside him.’ But I imagine it had more to do with my intolerance and spunk than it being an allowance that was made.”
— Gillian Anderson.
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