#ch: steve harrington

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[s0ftpining]

your best friend, i'm the one you must rely on

platonic soulmates commission for @manycoloureddays ❤️

[missmariannecherie]

September’s Stobin Extravaganza - day 3 - Dingus👕

Fun facts: T-shirt really exist!! 🤣

@sept-stobin-extravaganza

[hephaestn]

If I could hold you for a minute, darlin', I would do it again.

[1-800-whatwouldbillydo]

I think about this picture a lot tbh

[endless-oc-creations]

Mimi's Endless Ocs

↳Re-Introducing Stranger Things Oc: Benjamin Hopper Series: An 80s Mixtape: Book One: Crazy Train [Revamped Chapter One coming soon!]

Summary:

Benjamin Lee Hopper was born on July 4th,1967. He was a product of a one-night stand between a woman named Ellen and his father Jim Hopper. He first met his dad when he was only two weeks old after being left on his dad's front porch with a note from his mother claiming he didn’t want him.

As Ben got older, he started having weird dreams, most of the time it would have been shrugged off by his dad and then stepmother Diane as it being a normal child having vivid dreams. But then the dreams started turning into nightmares right before his little sister Sarah got sick. His parents couldn’t pay much attention to Ben at that point since they were focused on trying to get Sarah well, but then she ended up dying. 

The nightmares had gotten worse after that. It ended up getting to the point where one terrifying night on September 7th,1979 his dad rushed him to the doctor to help get rid of them. 

It had worked for a while but years later, in 1983, Ben's dreams were back. He was dreaming of a girl in a hospital gown and then Will screaming right before he went missing. 

Every year after that… the dreams would get worse and worse, with different monsters and threats to his friends and family.

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[harringtonesque]

robin and steve are… platonic soulmates

chrissy and eddie are… total opposite vibe besties

steve and chrissy are… big-hearted jock friends

eddie and robin are… an iconic musical disaster duo

chrissy and robin are… taylor-swift-you-belong-with-me-coded girlfriends

steve and eddie are… co-parenting boyfriends

[rebelcongeriem]

FANFICTION ALERT     ▴━━      introducing fight for tomorrow !      ( we can start today )

Harry taps his wand against his bottom lip, deliberating on what to tell them when sparks erupt from the still-lit tip in a rendition of a mini-firework display. He rolls his eyes at its theatrics. “Oh, hush you...Sorry about that.” He sends Eddie a cheeky wink. “She likes to show off sometimes. But to answer your question...that bloody clock of mine is off about fifteen years, so yeah, suppose you can say that...Or maybe there is no future, and we’re just lost in the sands of time, stuck between here and there.”

In the ensuing quiet between admiration and rumination, a lone tendril wiggles after them like a fish caught on a hook, just barely grazing the heels of their shoes before Harry is pointing his wand at the wannabe Devil’s Snare and casting silently, to the childlike awe and wonder of his captivated audience.

A small cluster of flames shoots from the wand tip, igniting the tendril and sending it into a quivering frenzy, a terrible, inhuman shriek renting the mildly toxic air. (Uh, nope. Not going to inhale any unidentifiable toxins today, thank you very much.) So without missing a beat, Harry swishes his wand in a downward, complicated spiral, an enormous bubble saturated in clean, breathable oxygen emerging to surround their heads.

“Whoa,” Eddie whispers and pokes at the bubble, his expression revealing just how startled he is to find it as effervescent and as soft as it looks. “Get a load of this, Henderson.” He exchanges a look with Dustin, evidently on the same wavelength because, in the next moment, they’re sporting the same kind of grin, a smug curl of a thing that might’ve rankled if Harry didn’t find it so damn adorable.

“We’re going to rock this campaign, dude,” Eddie declares, exuding confidence as he strums at the air like he’s in the middle of a guitar solo. (It’s actually kind of sexy.

Damnit. No.

Not again, brain.)

TO READ MORE about harry’s adventures in stranger things, click here.

[bibaybe]

Top five moments in movies/shows that made you go “oh, this non-explicitly-queer character is NOT straight”. 🤭

this is so late oops

homoerotic broken bottle threatening between eddie and steve in stranger things. already hced steve as bi but that cemented it for me. and honestly, eddie was never straight in my mind lmao

stiles stilinski joking with scott about finding him hot, Biles, danny volunteering to sleep with him then being disappointed when he says he's joking - stiles is bisexual and if jeff davis wasn't a coward they would have confirmed that shit

spencer reid during the episode where he met up with an old friend in new orleans and the vibes.... those two definitely hooked up in the past. then i learned he originally meant to be explicitly bi and i was like, yeah, i fucking thought so

fatin from the wilds. there is nothing straight about the way she looks at leah, especially in season 2. that is a girl in love

isaac lahey dancing with erica and jackson in teen wolf s2? mans was enjoying it too much to be straight

[bayanation]

STEVE HARRINGTON’S MUSICAL EDUCATION (VOL. 1)

a mixtape by Tammy Jackson

[samgelina-jolie]

Steve & Robin + Text messages

(steddie version) (ronance version) (jargyle version) (stancy version) (edancy version) (reddie version)

[s0ftpining]

🍂 eras-themed stobin comm for @steveharringtondefender 💓

[missmariannecherie]

September’s Stobin Extravaganza - day 12 - Codependent💈

Headcanon: they style each other’s hair! Change my mind!

@sept-stobin-extravaganza

[hephaestn]

It’s been a long time since Steve left Hawkins behind, since he left the summer of 1985 tightly locked in a corner of his mind.

He was happy in New York City, loved his apartment with Robin, loved the friends he had made here, breathed and exhaled warmth for this city which had so caringly taken him in. But, he felt hollow some days, especially the days where that lock would loosen and the memories would come back.

They were happy memories, for the most part. He cherished those ones, the ones which still made him smile to himself in the middle of the street. Though, when the bad ones hit, it was still unbearable.

He couldn’t think of Billy, of the way he could still remember the taste of his lips, the shape of his waist underneath his hand. He couldn’t think of how Billy left him one night with only a note to remember him by.

I had to. I’m sorry.

Those five words were still imprinted in Steve’s mind, forever echoing even after being torn apart and thrown into the trash that very morning.

Steve doesn’t really know why today his thoughts have traveled back in time to sunny days and endless love making nights. He needs a distraction, whichever it might be.

That’s why he accepts to join Robin and her coworkers for dinner. They’ve chosen a tiny place which had just recently opened in Greenwich Village. It’s cozy; wooden furniture and fairy lights, black leather chairs and artsy painted walls. Steve likes it, feels calm in it.

All of Robin’s coworkers are nice, they keep up the conversation, always making sure Steve feels included, which he greatly appreciates. Dinner is incredible, probably one of the most tasteful meals he’s had in… years.

As a starter the waiter brings out an assortment of bruchette, each one topped by ingredients from all the parts of the world; Italy, Greece, Mexico, Thailand, Morocco. Steve can’t help but lick his fingers after each bite.

Main course is hearty; a fresh sea urchin pasta. It tastes like the sea, like the infinite summers he’d spend as a child in Positano with his parents.

They get asked if they’d like a second course which everyone at the table is quick to deny since they’re all full and ready to leave some room for dessert. The waiter tells them the last course and liquors will be presented to them by the chef which lifts whispers of curiosity amongst them all.

Steve is enjoying himself, laughing with Robin as she goes into extreme detail about her last failed date night. The thoughts have gone away, he’s free of them again, for a while at least. Until he sees him—white chef jacket, tight around his arms, his hair is tightly pulled back, leaving his face to shine under the warm light of the restaurant.

Steve’s vision goes blurry for a second, disconcerted by the shock, by the confusion of if this is really happening or not.

“Robin,” Billy says, and there’s a long pause. “Steve.”

He can feel Robin’s eyes on him, Billy’s eyes on him, but he can’t look at either of them, instead he buries his face in the glass of wine in front of him. The world seems to be crumbling around him, every person becoming faceless, every light in the room becoming distorted. His heart is pounding incessantly, looking for a way out of his chest.

Steve doesn’t really know how or why he does it but he looks up and meets Billy’s gaze. And, there’s something in his eyes, a mix of sorrow and longing Steve wasn’t prepared to face.

“So, uh.” Billy clears his throat. “Here we have, the Sailing Lovers. Eclair filled with a rose and elderberry crème pat with a glaze of Madagascar vanilla bean, accompanied by an Amaretto liqueur.”

Steve is entranced as Billy explains dessert, too in his own mind to notice the glisten in Billy’s eyes as he makes his way back into the kitchen.

[1-800-whatwouldbillydo]

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"This is the fifth time today! Pass the ball to someone other than Hargrove!"

Aka, whenever Billy and Steve are in a room together, it's like everyone else just ceases to exist, and their coach is the first one to get tired of them.