#keith stranger things

[harringroveera]

Keith: Would a Joyce Byers please come to the front desk?

Joyce, arriving at the desk: Hi, is there a problem?

Keith *points to Jonathan, Billy, Will, El*: I believe they belong to you?

Joyce: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—

[wynnyfryd]

“Stee-ee-eeve,” Robin groans miserably into the Family Video countertop, voice muffled by her folded arms. “I’m gonna get fired.”

“What? Why?” Steve gives her a sharp look, because Robin just came out of the back office after a private conversation with Keith and oh god, if Robin gets fired then Steve will have to quit, and he hates job hunting, man, he really—

Robin lifts her head, leans forward on her elbows, and says in a rushed stage whisper, “I cannot stop being a total asshole to Keith!”

Steve huffs a laugh.

“It’s not funny!” she hisses. “Our very jobs are at stake!” Her hands reach up to tug the ends of her hair into two tight fists, and her eyes go wide with worry.

Okay. Steve can be a good friend. “What happened?”

“He pulled me back there to tell me that he’s- ugh” —Robin’s face looks like she just bit into moldy leftovers— “that he’s going into his dad’s insurance business and would I like to go to lunch with him to talk about insurance? Long term care insurance, Steve!”

Steve’s cracking up by the end of her rant, because her voice has cranked up to full volume and her hands are flapping all over the place like her wrists aren’t totally screwed on right and he really just loves his best friend so much.

“Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, pal.”

“Pal?” Steve laughs.

“Whatever! Anyway, so he says all of that to me, and my stupid brain-to-mouth filter just evaporates, apparently, because I look at him and suddenly cannot contain the PFFFT noise that wants to come out of me. Only I squeeze my mouth shut too tight, so instead, I end up making this high, crunchy snort sound like kkkrkrkrht to his face!”

Tears. There are tears pouring out of Steve’s nose. He’s doubled over laughing with his hands braced on his knees, and Robin whines “oh, my god!” and thumps him right in the middle of his spine.

“Ow!”

“Stop laughing and tell me what to do!”

“Okay! Jesus! Stop thumping me!”

“No!” And now Robin’s laughing, too, unleashing a flurry of blows all over his arms and ribs with her freakishly long fingers.

“Excuse me,” the stern, quivering voice of an old woman cuts through their slap fight. They turn in unison to see a mop of tight gray curls barely peeking over the candy display. (Oh, god. Robin’s gonna spend a whole week now talking about how Sophia Petrillo came in to return a video, he just knows it.) “Are either of you two going to assist me?”

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Unexpected Conversation (Discord Drabble)

"No, you have to push in and twist!"

"You jiggle it!"

Steve releases the set of keys from his tight grasp, leaving them to jangle in the stupid front door of stupid Family Video. Keith reaches for them – likely to prove his incorrect push-and-twist technique – but Steve bats his sweaty hand away.

This is all his fault, anyway. The guy is too much of a cheapskate to call a locksmith to replace the damn lock, even though whoever it is that owns Family Video would probably pay for it in the name of store security.

Just as Steve is about to elbow Keith out of the way (and stop him from breathing his morning coffee breath into his already buzzing ear) Robin comes running, her boots slapping hard on the pavement.

Steve screws his eyes shut as his best friend now huffs away directly into his right ear. They aren't even in their place of work yet!

"I... need... sex... advice!" Robin blurts out between laboured breaths.

"High-five, Buckley," Keith beams and Steve can just feel his hand hovering high over his head.

"A bit premature there, Keith," Robin admits, gulping away her breathlessness, "But I need pointers nonetheless. I need to be prepared, Steve!"

Steve can feel his eye twitching. He still isn't used to not only Keith knowing about Robin, but also being overly invested in her budding relationship with Vickie. He'd found out only about a month ago after walking in on Steve and Robin talking a mile a minute at each other about Vickie breaking up with her boyfriend.

And Keith was... cool with it? Something about him having a gay cousin who's his favourite...

Or at least Steve thinks that's what it was... He wasn't listening, his heart pounding out of his chest and all at the time.

"Not exactly the conversation I was expecting at 8am, Robs."

"If you're giving out sex advice," Keith begins low and leaning in even closer, "I'll take some too."

Robin rapidly taps at his arm, "It can be like a presentation."

He looks over to find her bouncing on her heels and nodding at Keith with great enthusiasm. Not breaking eye contact, Steve violently jiggles the stupid door.

"It's a push-twist, Dingus!"

[findafight]

Ooooooh you know who would have been an interesting vecna victim to have instead of Fred? Keith. He's not a new character so it wouldn't feel like he was created just to kill him off, but he's also minor and we don't really care about him. Give him a scene in family video with stobin again or something, establish he's still around and maybe struggling etc, and then kill him off. Idk how I just think it would have been neat for someone we actually know a little bit (and have since S2!) was killed off!!

[ghostlynimbus]

Alrighty

so after reviewing the character sheet for the supernatural AU I have 95 characters involved in the story or character backgrounds.

And 6 of them i haven't decided on creature types for yet.

Characters I definitely want to already be or at some point become something supernatural:

Alexei

Dmitri Antonov (Enzo)

Murray Bauman

Yuri Ismaylov

Characters that could be humans but also wouldn't it be fun if they were something supernatural:

Flo

Keith

[brettdoesdiscourse]

I can't imagine what Keith must be feeling. Like, imagine you're working your silly little arcade job. And then a group of lameass kids start harassing you at work. Which sucks, but you can deal with that.

And then you lose that job when they put in a mall, so you gotta move. And you find a good job at the video store. Then Robin comes in and defends Steve fucking Harrington to you. You give them jobs because sure. Whatever. Before you know it, those lameass kids turn up on the news, linked to possible cult activity. But before you can even bring yourself to think about that, the entire Earth splits in two.

[paperbackribs]

[hychlorions]

(looks at the time) ooh... the bitching hour

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

God I love Dustin Henderson so much man, I know Will is in love with Mike because only a deeply down bad homosexual would be able to say Mike “is the heart” when Dustin is alive and in the party. Dustin is the one constantly mediating in S1 between Mike and Lucas, he’s even insecure of his own newness to the group when he conciliates. Because even though the party are all HIS best friends he is able to rationalize why they might have a hierarchy based on seniority. Mike makes it clear that isn’t the case. It’s partly why Dustin is quicker to accept Eleven and partly why he’s so open to including Max “as the new kid” because that was him once. Dustin’s iconic “she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” Dustin and Lucas having parallel deviations from their code of honor in ST2 and Dustin being (so dramatic ik) literally ready to fall on the sword for his misdoings. Dustin basically involving Steve out of necessity but then cultivating that relationship to make Steve a good friend, Steve who had the shittiest friends in high school and attention for all the wrong reasons. Steve never had a true friend in his life and then some 12 year old basically gave him a crash course. In ST3 when Dustin earnestly challenges Steve’s socially conditioned need to be seen as cool only for Steve to become bffs with a band geek. A band geek who is also a lesbian that Steve would rather be seen as a rizzless hack of a womanizer than out her to anybody, even Dustin. All of Dustin and Steve. Dustin going from calling Steve a douchebag, to Eddie saying the kid worships him and thinks he’s a total badass. Dustin who in ST4 is once again demolishing social norms of high school vs middle school because FUCK, his friend is in middle school! His friend Erica, his comrade Lady Applejack, is a black girl in junior high and he dgaf what anyone thinks about it. ALL OF DUSTIN AND ERICA. Dustin teaching Erica to embrace her inner nerd, to Erica staunchly declaring “I’ve bled with him!” When asked if she knows Dustin. Dustin who is the FIRST person that Max goes to when shit hits the fan in ST4 because god damn dude Dustin is the heart. Dustin’s unwavering support of Eddie even when the evidence is stacked against him, Dustin always believed in Eddie Munson. Dustin is the only one who truly offers Wayne condolences. He is the friend of all friends. Dustin is constantly carrying the party through crisis and discomfort, he’s dedicated, he’s unabashedly caring, and he’s the character that is able to socially move across the board in every direction. I fuckin love this little curly haired drama king because these geeks would be LOST without him!!! If Dustin isn’t the heart; he’s the Central Nervous System, he’s the nucleus, he’s fucking vital to not only the party but every other tertiary character of importance. He’s constantly inspiring and providing direction. He’s a goofball, he’s wise beyond his years, he’s a lover and he’s a fighter, he always has a plan and he always has a bad idea, he’s the voice of reason and the resounding falsetto alarm of things gone wrong, he’s never done anything wrong ever in his life, one time something ate his cat but besides that. He’s my heart of the show damn it!

[italiansteebie]

sorry I stole ur post op***

Keith was sick of Steve Harrington.

He put him on the worst shifts, made fun of him, pushed him around, and the guy just... took it. Like what the fuck? it's not fun if Steve doesn't care.

The guy apologizes like, twice a day, and Keith is almost certain that the stuff he's apologizing for, he didn't even do! It was that Hagan dipshit.

So yeah, Keith is sick of Steve Harrington, because he can't bring himself to hate the guy like he did in high school. He always got the girl, the best friends, the best seat in the cafeteria, and he just took it. Anything he wanted, Steve got, because he just has that effect on people.

everyone, except that is, Eddie munson.

And god, Keith was more than grateful for the metalhead's hatred of king Steve, the guy was too hot to have such a downfall like falling for the fake charm of Steve Harrington.

So Keith admired Eddie from afar, his long dark hair, the way his eyes shine when talking about the things he loves, and especially, the sneer that spread across his face when meeting Steve Harringtons eyes.

And so maybe the crush was superficial, based on merely a mutual distaste and good looks, but Keith couldn't help it. Finally, finally, there was someone other than him who wasn't going to fall for Steve Harrington. Like, geeze. Even the Buckley girl fell for him. Another one lost.

and things were smooth. Keith liked Eddie because Eddie was hot, and he too, hated Steve.

until spring break. and the ground opened up and tried to swallow the town, and Keith assumes other things had to happen to create the hallucination he was currently viewing.

because months later, here was Eddie, leaning over the counter at family video, making Steve blush. What the fuck.

"Oh, what the fuck. Harrington took you too? God Damnit!"

And the two men jumped a part, a dark look forming over Steves face, one that Keith has never seen before. It was hot- No. Nope. Not going to happen. "What's that supposed to mean, Keith?" Harrington moved towards him, creating a barrier of sorts between him and Eddie. and Keith blanched. he knew the implications of what he said, but he didn't mean it like that.

he didn't care if they were queer, he cared that even as a queer Steve took what he wanted right out from under Keiths nose. "You got Eddie! Jesus man. You being queer ruins that dating pool for the rest of us. C'mon! Think about someone other than yourself for once." Keith grumbled, thanking whatever god is up there that the store was currently empty. He watched as Steve and Eddie looked at each other, and giggled. Giggled.

"Keith, you had a crush on lil' ole me?" Eddie drawled, making a blush rise to his cheeks. "NO! Well, yes. But it was more because you hated Steve too."

"You hate me?" Steve's tone was slightly hurt, and Keith couldn't help but feel bad. "I tried really hard to," He admitted defeatedly, drawing a chuckle from Eddie. "Me too. But like, he's just so goofy. How could you not love this face," Eddie said, smushing Steves cheeks with his hands.

Keith grumbled and threw his hands up. "I know! God, he apologizes like fifteen times a day for shit he didn't even do, just to try and make me feel better, when I'm going out of my way to make his life harder! God, Steve you were so much easier to be around when you were a douchebag."

Steve blushed, Eddie grabbing his hand, "He was, wasn't he? Now I can't keep my hands off of him." Eddie crooned.

Keith scoffed and fake gagged in their direction, a small smile on his face now. Maybe the guy wasn't so bad.

----

And as it turns out, Steve was actually really cool because he invited Keith over for the weekly hellfire meeting and not so casually set him up on a date with Jeff.

And he'd never admit it, but, they hit it off, and Keith was eternally grateful for Steve Harrington. He still cringes slightly at that thought, but a smile makes it's way on to his face every time he thinks of the guy.

he scoffs to himself and thinks, 'whatever.'

Imagine how mad Keith would be if he had a crush on Eddie and in comes Steve swooping up another babe.

[starch1ldz]

Me seeing Maxley on my fyp: oh they feel familiar.... Hmm

HMMM

OH

Oh no..

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Working together (Discord Drabble)

"Dude!" Keith argues, chopping his hand through the air, "That makes absolutely zero sense!"

Dustin shakes his head.

"Jesus Christ," Steve grumbles, pinching his nose and looking away from the scene currently unfolding mid-way down the comedy-drama aisle.

"What's going on?" Robin asks, rolling the wheely chair straight into him.

He yelps, catching himself on the computer keyboard and mashing the keys. But she ignores him, instead looking over the top of her 'work glasses' (gaudy, thick purple frames that contain no lenses) to Keith and Dustin. The pair are now in a silent stand-off, arms folded.

"I told him," Steve starts through gritted teeth, "If I got him a job here, he couldn't just waltz in with all his ideas about how shit Keith is at organising the place."

Robin grabs his wrist, preventing him from further flailing about as he gestures to his young friend.

"Wait 'til Keith sees Henderson's typed proposal," she smirks.

"What!"

[tomatobasill]

Guysssss I found all the ones of my fave ships omfgg

This meme is so fckn cute like I make the most ridiculous noises any time I come across it ahhh

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[wheneverfeasible]

pirate!Steddie AU

wc: 2.5k || rated: M (to be safe) || cw: reference to suicide, non-consent, and other general piratey things || ao3

When one thought of the phrase ‘Pirate King’ there were always certain expectations involved. An older pirate, grizzled and uncaring beyond his own interests, vicious with blade and pistol, quick to stain his hands red with anyone he deemed foe. To be fair, that had been his father.

The former Pirate King was truly a degenerate, disgraced nobility who stole from his provinces, who cheated and lied and stole from commoners and royalty alike. His failed coup would have had him and his young pregnant wife on trial for treason had he not escaped to the sea on a pirate ship with what portable wealth he had managed to secret away.

He had taken his wife along, at first, before dumping her at some port town to focus on his new rise to power. And rise he did over the next decade.

He was cunning, and ruthless, and he knew the tricks of the trade from how often he had hunted pirates in the past. He made a name for himself, dubbed The Fallen Noble, until that had not been enough for him. No, this time, he was determined not to fail the coup.

Eventually the Pirate King before him fell to his blade and he took it upon himself to pick up the crown, striking fear across sea and land both. His exploits were well-known, his viciousness the stuff of nightmares, and his taste for violence bloodthirsty. He had gone back to his wife and young son then, had stopped by occasionally during his rise though his son feared each one of those stops, and swept them away back into the world of deceit and power.

The son, only a young boy at the time, was raised like a prince, the Pirate Prince, and taught to be just as cruel and bloodthirsty as his father. And for a time, he was. The boy’s mother tragically passed away one fateful night when she was swept off the bow during a storm, though for the life of him the boy did not remember any such storm that night.

The boy, though raised first in negligence and then in violence, secreted the softness in his heart away, playing the role given to him to the point where he almost started believing it himself. Until he fell in love.

She had been stolen from her home with her young brother, with the boy meant to be inscripted into service while she was meant to be a prize for the Pirate Prince. She was unlike anyone he had ever known before and it wasn’t hard to fall in love with her. She would not be cowed, however, and he was not his father who took what was not freely given.

However, despite his love for her, in truth she loved another.

It would have been all too easy to dispose of the boy who held her heart, but that thick shell he had hidden within to be his father’s son had been cracked beyond repair. He aided her in her and her brother’s escape, watching the small boat drift away from his father’s ship and exchanging a solemn nod with the boy she loved who had come to rescue them.

His mask would no longer fit, he could no longer be who he had once pretended to be, and it was then that the boy became a man and in an act of defiance fought and slew his own father to end his tyranny once and for all. This young man stood above his father’s corpse as the new Pirate King.

Despite his young age, the Pirate King was not to be underestimated. When a mutiny rose of his father’s crew who remained loyal to the fallen tyrant and those who sought the power for their own greedy hands, the young man stood firm and dispatched those who coveted his crown. He would not bow to another monster.

Imagine his surprise when, only a year under his crown, the young brother of the girl he’d once loved returned to him to join his crew of his own free will. He did not come alone either, bringing with him a small pack of youths who wanted more than what society dictated for them, who heard of the fabled Pirate King, youngest in history, who refused to be the evil that had been his father and who protected those who bent the knee.

Though they had nothing in common, the Pirate King felt a kinship with these brave youths who wanted more, wanted to be more, and who stubbornly would not take heed when he tried to banish them off the ship. There was fierceness in their eyes, a hunger he knew all too well, and so while it at times made him feel more like a babysitter than a Pirate King with their youthful exuberance, he could do nothing but accept their honest fealty.

Along the way he met other wayward souls, including the sister of one of his greater rivals and the daughter of the man currently spearheading the hunt for pirates, as well as the young woman so desperate for a life of freedom, a life to be herself, that she soon found her way to being his second-in-command and who was almost as feared as he was.

Well. Feared by everyone except her and the youths he’d taken under his wing.

“Captain Dingus, sir, the rodent is on board.”

Steve Harrington, Pirate King and Captain of the Loch Nora, glanced up from where he was carefully sliding his dagger against the stone in his hand, a less than pleased expression pulling at his face at his quartermaster’s continued insubordination. He only sighed, however, since she at least had the decency to only do so when they were alone or among very select company.

Dropping his feet from his desk where he was leaning back in his thick, ornate chair that was more like a throne than anything else, Steve stood as he wiped his blade on a scrap of cloth before sliding it into home on his belt.

“Come now, Buck. He’s at the very least a snake,” he teasingly reprimanded with a grin as he moved towards her to follow her out of his cabin. “And just like one, he may be crawling on his belly soon enough if he isn’t prepared to pay off his debt.”

Robin was uncharacteristically quiet at that, and when Steve glanced over at her, he could see her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. He raised his brows at that under the swoop of his hair, something telling him that he was going to find something far more interesting than the coin the man in question owed them. Whether that something interesting was going to be good or not was still to be decided.

It took only moments to move onto the deck of his ship, eyeing his crew as they stood encircling the kneeling figure in the middle. No. The kneeling figures.

Steve cast a quick glance Robin’s way at the sight before them, taking in not a chest or even bag of coins to pay off the man’s debt, but rather a younger man around Steve’s own age, bound and gagged kneeling next to the proverbial snake.

“Munson,” Steve drawled, and both pairs of dark eyes snapped to him. It was almost uncanny, making the resemblance even more obvious between the two kneeling men.

Alan Munson gave Steve a briefly panicked looked, before his mask of bravado settled over his features and he, neither bound nor gagged, shot Steve a smile that might have soothed his ruffled feathers had he not grown impervious to such looks thanks to his younger crew members’ own beguiling smiles. Munson clasped a hand over his chest above his heart.

“My liege, it is an honor to see you once more,” the older man formally intoned, bowing his head as though Steve were a real king and not just one who roamed the seas. His tone was light though, only the slightest tremor and the sweet dotting his brow belied the man’s nervousness.

Steve stopped in front of the two men, resting his weight on one leg as he brought his hands to settle on his hips. He cocked his head to the side slightly as he took in the tableau before him. Alan tried to meet his gaze with confidence he obviously did not feel, his eyes skittering away whenever Steve glanced at him, while the younger man glared up at Steve with all he was worth.

The young man’s eyes were rimmed with red, glassy in the way that spoke of past tears, and his thin chest heaved with the emotions swirling in his brown eyes so deep they were nearly black. The glare was not reserved only for Steve, however, as those dark eyes kept landing on Munson with anger and heartbreak and betrayal.

“Tell me, Munson. Are you hiding my money somewhere on your body in a questionable location, or are you planning on being another stain on my deck?” Steve said in an almost conversational way, though he had to withhold a snort as both pairs of identical dark eyes moved as one to look down at the dark stain inches from where they kneeled.

(The stain was actually due to Robin’s clumsiness spilling her dinner one night, but it made for a good impression.)

Munson recovered first with his smile only slightly shakier than it had been. He looked up at Steve in what he obviously hoped was a charming as disarming way. “I would never do you the disservice of cheating you, your majesty,” he said, and Steve might have believed him had the man not been infamously known in town to be a swindler and a cheat.

Munson’s eyes darted over to the younger man beside him before looking back up at Steve. “I regret that I don’t have your money at the moment—but I have something better!” he hastened to add on when the sound of drawn steel began ringing out as the surrounding pirates began drawing their various blades.

Steve held up a hand halting his overzealous crew mates, though he had to suppress a smile as well. Though most of the youngsters had once been squeamish at the darker aspects of the pirate lifestyle, they had since grown accustomed to the needs and requirements Steve placed on them. It helped that Steve did not needlessly shed blood, even when faced with the likes of Alan Munson.

“I am a very particular man, Munson. You will find that when I request my coin, it is not a request at all, nor am I interested in substitutions,” Steve's tone continued to drawl, though it became sharper towards the end as his wrist moved to settle meaningfully over the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Munson swallowed thickly with a jerking nod. “I understand, your majesty,” he rushed to say, before settling his hand on the young man’s shoulder beside him, causing said young man to flinch away with a shout muffled by the cloth in his mouth. When he tried to jerk away, two strong hands moved to force him back to his knees, courtesy of Steve’s crew.

Steve did not so much as bat an eye, merely lifting a brow to encourage Munson to continue. Without looking remorseful at all, he did so.

“My son, Edward,” Munson clarified, indicating the young man beside him though he did not reach out to touch him again. “I offer my own flesh and blood, my only child and son, into your generous hands. He is a hard worker, stronger than he appears, and capable of whatever task you set him.” There was not even a hint of a trace of hesitation on Munson’s face as he sold his own some out. “I give him to you to cover my debt, whether you keep him or sell him for profit.”

More angry, muffled noises came from the young man, from Edward Munson, son of Alan Munson, who was being treated as little more than chattel now and a bargaining trip to clear his father’s debt. Steve wanted nothing more than to slide his blade through Munson’s neck in that moment. His face hardened, but he let a deceptive smile curl over his lips.

Steve was, in the end, a pirate. And the Pirate King himself at that. His hands were hardly clean. The idea that a father would sell their child into slavery just to save their own neck, however, seemed far more evil than anything he had ever done, up to and including killing his own father.

Stepping towards the bound young man, Steve reached out to grasp the young man’s chin, squeezing sharply when Munson Jr. tried to jerk away. He angled the young man’s hand this way and that to examine him, before roughly releasing him to face the elder Munson.

“I will accept this trade only with a provision,” Steve began, Munson’s ecstatic expression dropping to one of wariness as Steve’s tone turned darker. “If your son does not perform his duties properly, or if he does not return to me what your owe with interest, I will gut him like a dog in front of you before doing the very same to you. Do I make myself clear, Munson?”

Munson’s eyes widened, his face rapidly paling, but he was nodding quickly once more. “Y-yes, I understand, your majesty. He won’t disappoint.”

“Let us hope so, for your benefit.” Steve glanced at the crew behind the kneeling man with a subtle jerk of his chin, the silent communication having them hauling him roughly to his feet and shoving him towards the boat they’d dragged him in on. Steve then cast his eyes towards Robin. For the benefit of the bound man still kneeling before him, he spoke his next order out loud, despite Robin already knowing what he would say.

“Mr. Buckley, see to it that Mr. Munson is left with a reminder as to why it’s important to always pay your debts promptly and fully,” he said with a small smirk, dropping his gaze to the young man who was struggling against his bonds and gag, his eyes desperately on his father. “Just something he can live without. Maybe a toe, or his little pinky finger,” he grinned.

Robin unsheathed her own blade strapped to her thigh with a dark grin of her own. “Gladly, Captain,” she replied with a nod, and he knew he would soon hear the pleasant music of a scream of fear and pain.

Steve’s eyes cut to the pirates holding Munson Jr. down. “Let’s be gracious hosts and escort our guest here to his quarters,” he said, tone ripe with sarcasm. “And then let’s get the hell out of here once the riffraff is gone.” He smiled as, at that moment, Munson’s scream filled the air, causing Munson Jr. to flinch as Keith hauled him to his feet and began pushing him to the brig below deck.

Steve had been correct, he thought as he gazed out to the sea, feeling the winds of change in the air. Munson’s payment had been interesting. Now he just had to decide what he wanted to do with his payment.

To be continued…

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Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

[findafight]

Wait hehe.

Modern au where Eddie has a decent following in social media and is known as both a guy who does ttrpg with a few friends and does cool metal covers of different song genres. He's weird, sure, and will also post two minute video monologues but it's done while camera is mildly unfocused on a worm on the wet pavement, or he'll rant about prog rock and then two minutes later go "I'm sorry my statements on Keith Emmerson were inappropriate and I guess" *pauses and looks off camera* "he totally deserves to be in the rock and roll Hall of Fame" like it's a hostage video and someone made him say it because he looks like he's having a terrible time about it.

Anyways he's an internet funny little man and one day he posts a tiktok or what have you labeled "tfw ur bf is sitting in his platonic soulmate's lap instead of yours" and it's just of Steve sitting sideways across Robin's lap on someone's couch chatting and smiling with her before turning to Eddie and giving a little finger wave.

This is of course met with internet hullabaloo because is that Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley? Famous indie music duo who are also starring in a popular new tv series? Social media weirdos? Beloved and popular and bizarre and memeable? Queer icons RobinandSteve? Was Eddie serious? He was dating thee Steve Harrington?

An hour later Robin tags Eddie in a post that is a video obviously taken from slightly under Steve as the angles are a bit weird, and Eddie can be heard saying "oh my god how could I have forgotten you're, like, really famous how'd I do that Steve! Babe, Stop laughing! It was supposed to be a silly relatable post! You're no better Buckley-hey why are you filming this? My mortification isn't funny!!" While the video is just shaking of Steve curling in on himself and Robin trying to focus on Eddie and you can hear them both cackling over Eddie talking. She captions it "tfw ur QPP's bf forgets you two are famous and that most ppl don't know they're dating. Or didn't, at least"