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The first time Wayne meets Steve Harrington, he is nine years old and it's Career Day.

Every year a bunch of people crowd into the gym to tell the kids what they do for a living. This year, Wayne drew the short straw and was sent to represent the plant he works at.

He wasn't expecting his measly poster board to attract a lot of attention compared to the other booths with their models and hangouts. So, it's a little surprising when a kid with big eyes and wild hair marches straight up to him and asks, "What do you do?"

"Plant work."

The kid tilted his head, "Like a gardener?"

"More like an electrician."

The kid stood up a little straighter. His eyes went a little wider the way that his nephew's eyes do when he was interested in something, "Like lightbulbs and wires?"

"Yeah," Wayne answered, and then was immediately assaulted by a series of questions.

The questions were specific like the kid had read a book on electrical work but hadn't quite wrapped his head around it. It made Wayne think of Eddie, many miles away with Al, and all his many weird special interests. He smiled but then the kid asked, "But what if you can't turn the electricity off first? Will you die? I'm Steve, by the way."

"Hi, Steve," Wayne said and then made it very clear, "You should not be messing with any wires without adult supervision. It's very dangerous and you can get hurt."

Steve just huffed at that and then ran off when he saw Mr. Hagan at his booth. He was giving out toothbrushes.

Wayne doesn't think much of that kid after he leaves the school. He doesn't have much reason to until there's a loud insistent knocking on his front door an hour after he got off shift a couple days later.

"...What are you doing here?"

"Hi, I'm Steve. We met before..." The kid said, fidgeting when Wayne just stared at him bewildered. "I asked Mrs. Byers at Melvards where you live. I see you there sometimes."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and Steve rushed, "I need a grown up with super-vision."

This was how Wayne found himself on Saturday morning in the front hall of the painfully empty Harrington household. Steve was beckoning him along and showing him a burnt outlet. He gave Wayne a very serious look, "I need help fixing it."

"Why don't you wait until your parents get back from...?"

"No!" Steve snapped at him. "I'm in charge! Dad said that I have to take care of the house and, and-"

"I don't think he was referring to something like this, kid."

"Yes, he was!" Steve insisted. "Cause I - 'Cause I told him that the lights were flickering when Mama called and he said to figure it out so. So, I got you. That's deli-gate-tion."

And that was how Wayne found himself standing in the Harrington basement with a flashlight and a kid with a death grip on his pant leg. Wayne was looking at the marks on the breaker box where the kid clearly tried to pry it open with a screwdriver when Steve tugged on his leg, "Can you see inside it with your super vision?"

Jesus, Wayne thought and then dedicated the rest of his day to showing this kid exactly why he should not be messing around with electrical wires and maybe. Just maybe, inspiring a future electrician. 

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i havent shaved my legs in a really long time and while i was babysitting my skirt edged up a bit and the seven year old i was watching said “ew you should shave that hairs not supposed to be there” and i said “well if its not supposed to be there then why does it grow there?” and he was really silent for a long time and then finally said “lets watch sonic the hedgehog”

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a polaroid of eddie and steve after a show with a handwritten “baby’s first mosh pit” and it’s steve laughing at something eddie said with a bloody paper towel to his nose; eddie with an arm slung around his shoulder, curls flying everywhere, eyes glued only to steve.

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DJO Laneway Festival Brisbane — February 8, 2025

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eddie has a little teddy bear he’s had since he was a kid, it was originally just a normal ass bear. a tan-ish color. over the years as he started getting into body modification, for fun he’s given the bear piercings along with giving himself some. he never really thought about it, just that he was bored and wanted to practice.

steve comes over one day, they smoke, he starts playing with the bear before he freezes, looking at the bear intently before looking at eddie, then back to the bear and back to eddie. it makes him laugh, the stupid, stoned but concentrating look on steve’s face. steve finally breaks the silence.

“dude, he’s you”

it makes eddie burst out laughing, not only the statement but steve’s tone of voice, like he had just had some major revelation that shook his entire world at the foundations.

“that’s a bear, steven” eddie giggles out

“no, look” steve exclaims, shoving the bear in eddie’s face, meticulously pointing to each and every piercing as he explains, excitedly, that eddie and the bear are matching, from the decked out ears to the lip rings all the way to the bully button piercing.

steve is so thrilled by the discovery, his face broken out into a beaming smile, maybe the brightest eddie had ever seen. almost blindingly so. it’s not the first time eddie thought about kissing steve, but it’s the first time he’s had to fight every natural instinct in his body,

don’t lean in closer, don’t touch him too long, don’t reach up and don’t cup his cheek, don’t think about how soft his messy hair looks, don’t think about how his eyes always sparkle when he looks at you, don’t think about the way he’s seem to catalogue and memorize all your piercings, don’t, don’t, dont, don’t

he doesn’t have to do anything, steve falls into his lap, head resting on his thigh. the bear still safely nestled in his arms. he looks up at eddie like he’s the best thing in the world, like steve couldn’t even imagine wanting to be anywhere else.

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Y'know, my sibling does this really wonderful thing to me when we're talking or arguing sometimes where they'll just turn their hearing aid off.

And I know I've read it before, of Steve turning his hearing aid off because the rooms gets too loud or something.

But if there's one thing I know, it's that Steve Harrington is a petty, petty bitch. He's in the middle of a roundabout argument with Eddie, them circling around each other like two hungry hawks, and then he remembers: Oh, I actually don't need to listen to this right now. I'm just gonna...And then he turns off his hearing aid. And he makes sure that he does it while Eddie's looking directly at him, too. Just so that he knows they're gonna revisit the argument. But right now? Right now, Steve just wants complete and utter silence.

And you may be like, that's terrible communication, Stevie.

Yeah, I know. But listen to me, it's the funniest fucking thing in the world when my sibling looks me dead-on and just turns off her hearing device.

I think he'd only turn his hearing aid off, though, when the argument is stupid and small and petty. Like, they're arguing over who last did the dishes because there's a plate that went through the dishwasher with cheese still stuck on it or something. Or maybe Eddie dried Steve's jeans and now they're too small, even though they were already small to begin with. Or something about one of them having too many water glasses on their nightstand. I don't know, just stupid, pointless shit.

Think the funniest scenario, though, is them years in the future watching something like Wife-Swap or The Real Housewives of Orange County or, even, Rupal's Drag Race. And they're having a very heated argument about who their favorite is on [insert reality TV show here]. But Steve just absolutely despises the person Eddie is choosing to defend with his honor—he's already has his daily bitch and dish session with Robin about their shared favorite reality TV show star—so he just decides to tune Eddie out.

Or they're watching a football game. And Steve's team is playing against Eddie's favorite team (he grew up watching football with Wayne). Then, there's a bogus call made against Steve's team, he is just so appalled by not only the ref's decision, but also the way Eddie is responding to it. He turns off his hearing aid for a few minutes and elects to not watch, "This utter horseshit of a game."

Give me petty, bitchy HoH/deaf Steve Harrington.

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you might be awkward but I can be awkward in a far deeper and more humiliating way than you ever will

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just saw a fanfic on ao3 have a dedication for chatgpt... that section is meant for your horny perverted mutual who proofread your work, you violated sacred law and you will be torn apart and laid bare btw

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loving a character so much will unlock such vulnerable and cringe parts of you that you try to suppress so bad but you can't like it's so humbling

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my project 2025 is making male loneliness and men’s mental health worse

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Diabetic Steve who is at a Dairy Queen with Robin after he went with her to an all girl punk band that’s she’s been wanting to see for years. Steve had been feeling weird all day but he didn’t want to bail at the last second because he knew that Robin would just cancel everything to take care of Steve.

(Steve would do the same for her).

Steve plops down into a booth while Robin goes to order them food. He pulls out his pod and winces when he sees his glucose level.

64 and going down. Not a good sign.

Just to be sure he pricks his finger and holy shit, he’s actually at 43. It’s at that moment, when Steve is wiping his finger with the alcohol wipe, that his phone decides to loudly beep to alert him that, “hey you’re crashing pretty hard and fast— take care of it soon!!”

Steve is rifling through his bag while Robin is already trying to rush their orders.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles to himself. “I’m out of fucking juice.”

His hands start to shake and Robin begins to freak out. Steve is always so in control of his diabetes, she’s never seen him like this. So, Robin does what any other person would do and grabs the largest blizzard she has ever seen on the online orders tray and runs over to her best friend.

“Here! Have this, I’m going to try to get you some apple juice!”

Steve just nods his head and slowly spoons some of it into his mouth.

“This tastes like shit, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, dingus. Now shut up and eat.”

The worker behind the counter comes over and starts talking to Robin after she sits in front of Steve. Steve can’t really make anything out right now since he’s trying to focus on making his hands work. But, he thinks he hears the mention of calling 911 and an ambulance.

Time passes a little slower after that. Steve somehow manages to get down enough of the ice cream that he is slowly rising again.

57 after he pricked. Thank god.

It’s at that moment that Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin, walks in. He went to his best friend’s, Chrissy’s, show and needed a pick-me-up after helping her lug all of her equipment back into their vehicle.

He goes over to the online orders tray and it’s empty. He doesn’t really mind waiting. He walks over to the counter and sees that the worker is extremely frantic as she sorts some shit out.

“Hey,” he starts, his fingers tapping the fake granite counter top. “Just checking, I’m here to pick up an order for Edmundo and it’s not on the tray. Do you know when it will be ready?” He flashes an awkward smile and the worker just points to the table behind him.

“We’re working on it. Your nightmare of a blizzard was needed for something else. Give us five minutes.”

Eddie nods and slowly turned around, where he sees the most gorgeous man eating his blizzard. Reluctantly, he might add. The man has on a light pink t-shirt and brown corduroy pants, thick lensed glasses sliding down his nose. The woman across from him was clad in funky colors and had a dirty blonde bob. She was talking extremely fast and gesturing with her hands a bunch.

Chrissy would love her.

He walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

“How’s my blizzard?”

He slowly looks up and Eddie is met with honey brown eyes and beauty marks for days. A straight nose and an angular jawline. Jesus Christ.

The woman looks like she’s about to say something, but the guy beats her to it. “It tastes like if a unicorn threw up in my mouth, but it prevented me from passing out. So… thanks.” He smiles. “I’m Steve.”

Eddie needs to become Steve’s husband immediately.

“And I’m in love.” He pauses and then sees the look of glee on Steve’s face. “EDDIE. My name is Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you Eddie. Are you free tomorrow?”

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New au that I thought of this morning.

Steve and Eddie meet at a convention. Thinking like a...comic-con kind of thing. Set in a modern au.

Though, it's not what you think. Steve isn't dragged there by anybody. Eddie isn't just some guy walking around the convention halls in cosplay, coming up on a cosplaying reluctantly Steve.

No, they meet in an artist alley.

Eddie is a dungeon master for an up and coming team of D&D players, think like Critical Role or Dimension 20. He just got done with a panel and a live one-shot campaign with some of his friends/co-workers. And he needed a break, so he starts to dilly-dally. Stops by the food court, picks up some subpar nachos. He takes photos with a few people who recognize him throughout the convention's halls. Stops to browse a couple booths, buys a few games for his GameBoy that he's been looking for for forever. Then, he starts to meander around the artist alley.

Steve is an artist. He got into illustration after an accident that left him a safety hazard in the sports he previously played. There was a time where he had spiraled into a deep, dark depression, no sort of light at the end of the tunnel. Then, his little brother—Dustin in this AU—starts to pester him with rambles and videos and campaign notes all about D&D. He describes to Steve the current NPCs of his campaign, he introduces him to the party members' characters, shows him games like Neverwinter, Baldur's Gate (1,2, & 3), even some other games like Final Fantasy, Skyrim, so on and so forth. Things to take his mind off of the fact that his previously loved activity has been taken from him.

Over some years, through therapy, both for his body and mind—Steve begins to pick-up art as a hobby. He starts off bad, almost wants to give up, but is reassured that everybody starts out bad. So, he works at it. He makes illustrations for the Party of demogorgons and vampire spawns, Vecna and mindflayers, their own characters. Makes fanart for games Dustin showed him; his romance path in Baldur's Gate 3 (Gale, if you're wondering. Karlach, too. And the mindflayer when he's feeling a bit more...frisky.), of Cloud from Final Fantasy, and his OCs in Skyrim (a Nord from his first run, and an Argonian the second). It used to be that he wasn't into these more "nerdy" things, but...one can be convinced, he comes to find. And also...these characters and these oddball fantasy things are way more fun to draw than anything he tried the first few times.

Twist, though, he doesn't know Eddie and his party. Doesn't know the D&D channel that Eddie's a part of. He just enjoys making D&D fanart; OCs or characters from games.

Eddie approaches Steve's little artist booth at the convention. It's small and humble, but barely anything has sold. Which shocks Eddie supremely because this guy's art is so beautiful, sometimes gorey, and a lot intriguing. He loves every little thing he spots: rough sketches of Astarion (BG3), stickers of Cloud and Sephiroth (FF), some new takes on the monsters from D&D. And he's just...over the moon with this art style.

Safe to say, he purchases a lot.

He finds that Steve is very sheepish about his work, still new to showing off his artwork, but proud of himself anyway. He also finds that Steve's very attractive. And he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to keep in touch, even if they never see each other again. At least they have some sort of social media tie or something.

So, he leaves Steve with a phone number. With the excuse of, "My channel needs an artist for our campaigns. We've been searching everywhere. And, if you're interested, I think your artwork would be perfect." But then, a moment later when he notices Steve's expression sort of...dims, oddly enough, Eddie adds, "Or...if you wanna ever just get in touch. Maybe show off your art? Maybe earn a hype man?"

In the end, Steve does join Eddie's channel to do the artwork. But also, he earns a spunky boyfriend that can share interests with him. Even sports, despite not being able to play them, he drags Eddie to baseball games any chance he gets.

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Steve glances up to ask Eddie where he wants the box in his arms when his eye catches on something, frankly absurd, and he stops in his tracks.

Eddie has taken off his jacket, which was stupid to have on to begin with, and underneath is wearing a sleeveless tank top, the bottom of which is about three inches shorter than anything Steve has seen him in.

"What the fuck?"

Eddie glances up to see him staring. "What?"

Instead of answering, Steve sets the box down and marches over to him. He grabs the bottom of Eddie's shirt and lifts it up to his armpits.

"What is happening?" Eddie asks while trying to squirm out of Steve's reach.

"Are you hot? When the fuck did this happen? You have abs, Eddie. How long have you been hot under that stupid jacket?"

"What?!" He squirms some more, this time away from Steve's poking fingers.

"You have pecs. What is happening in the universe? You're supposed to be all noodle arms and Doritos gut. This isn't right."

Eddie finally manages to get away, yanking his shirt back down and then pointing a 'stay back' finger in Steve's face. "Hey, man, I'm not a piece of meat!"

"Piece of beefcake, apparently," Steve mutters.

Eddie chokes. "What do you care? You can't be jealous, you're as hot as you've ever been."

Why does Steve care? Thwarted expectations? It can't just be that, he's practically vibrating in place, skin all hyper aware of itself.

"You think I'm hot?" He asks instead of giving Eddie an answer he doesn't have.

He scoffs.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve puts both hands on his hips.

"It means I'm not getting reeled in by your fishing. Can we finish moving this shit now?"

Steve stares some more. His arms aren't as big as Steve's, but the way his bicep moves under his skin as he bends to lift the box Steve dropped, it's....uh...

Uh oh.

Eddie is hot, stamps itself into the fabric of Steve's universe.

Steve turns and marches back outside. "Robin!!!!"

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@hearsegrrl brought pitcher Eddie Munson to life 🥺 thank you so so much again. He’s perfect ⚾️ 🤍

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“This is what Shakespeare would have wanted.”

“Shakespeare wouldn’t have wanted this.”

No! You’re both wrong! Shakespeare wanted one thing and one thing only. To sell tickets.