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devondespresso · 10 months

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watching steve and dustin clips from season 2 and i never realized how they just take turns being chill vs unhinged. like i think the moments where Dustin's going off and Steve's just sitting there are pretty commonly acknowledged, but there are just as many moments where Steve is just. wack. and Dustin is the straight-man telling him to chill

like waking up in the car obviously is one, but also stuffing the demodog corpse in the Byers' fridge? Steves shoving it in there like "dude help mE OUt" "yea sure.💁 what do i do🧍" "the dOor man tHE DOOR" "yeah ok i got the door😌👍"

also my personal favorite: in the bus Steve figuring out Dustin liked Max and going all wink wink nudge nudge and Dustin's like "why are you winking, Steve? stop."

best dynamic, just listen to the shit Dustin says quietly in response to Steve because its actually gold just hidden in blink-and-you'll-miss-it moments

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marcellaasblog · 9 months

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I'm sorry but his face in the beginning got me crackling 😂🫣

I was not prepared for this!

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ryan-waddell11 · 1 year

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bring me back this duo IMMEDIATELY

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marvins-linguinie · 1 year

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bathroom scene, but edited (by yours truly)

robin: have you.. ever been in love?

steve: yes. but i wish i wasn't, because this girl, the one i was in love with, she hurt me. and, long story short, she didn't feel the same way i did.

robin: are you still in love with this girl?

steve: no.

robin: why?

steve: because i think i found someone who's a little bit better for me. it's crazy, like it's someone who i didn't even talk to in school, maybe it's because tommy h. would have made fun of me, or i wouldn't be prom king. and, i don't know why, because this guy, the one that i like-

robin: HOLD ON, WHAT?

steve: oh. oh god. um. im sorry.

robin: no, it's okay, steve. im uh... im only into girls.

steve: wait, really?

robin: yeah. you know um tammy thompson?

steve: the one who sounds like a muppet?

robin: she does not!

steve: have you heard her? apparently she wants to move to nashville and become a singer or some shit.

robin: she has dreams!

steve: come on. i mean, she's cute and all, but no.

robin: she's kind, and funny-

steve: she has dad jokes, rob! dad jokes.

robin: but they're cute! she would never notice me, though. she's like the definition of straight.

steve: apparently you thought i was too.

robin: yeah, well, that's different.

steve: im bi. so like half straight i guess.

robin: makes sense.

steve: but tammy thompson?

robin: shut up, dingus. you probably like that record store guy. what was his name? eddie? the one with the long hair.

steve:

robin: OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON RECORD STORE GUY!

steve: it'll go away.

robin: OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON RECORD STORE GUY! IS IT HIS HAIR?

steve: I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HE HAS SUCH PERFECT HAIR

robin: im sensing some jealousy. oh, an envious crush? enemies to lovers?

steve: robin, i swear-

robin: i could see him liking you, steve.

steve: really?

robin: pfft yeah. plus i hope he does, because if i have to watch you attempt to flirt with another customer, i might throw up again.

steve: well, i don't think we'll be seeing much of starcourt anymore. once people find out that there's a super top secret russian base under scoops, they'll be like 'AHHH'

robin:

steve:

they burst out into laughter

dustin, pushing the door open: where have you two BEEN?

erica: they look like they're on drugs.

dustin: yeah, no shit.

robin: oh, i think i got something on my uniform. is that blood or puke?

steve: maybe both?

robin: OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO RIGHT!

steve: WOAH THE LIGHTS, ROBIN LOOK AT THE LIGHTS

robin: woahh

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elliewlums · 2 years

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would it be a burden to ask for dustin henderson x fem reader 🤭

(I’m so obsessed w him it’s honestly sad at this point 😭)

maybe smthing like mike and Lucas catch them kissing In the janitors closet ? 😅

content warnings: dustin is aged up (he’s 18!!), kissing, making out, a little suggestive but not rly, so so much fluff!!

dustin’s eyes widen in a barely concealed surprise as he feels a slender hand close around his wrist and pull him into the janitor’s closet. he yelps as the door bangs shut behind the pair of you, reaching out blindly in the dark for the culprit of this kidnapping. you giggle, flicking the light on.

“it’s jus’ me, dusty!”

“shit, honeybun!” he yells. “don’t do that, you scared me.” wrapping your arms around his waist, you lean into him, doe eyes blinking owlishly. your cute little white and green cheer uniform sways as you bounce excitedly on your feet.

“i’m sorry,” you pout, eyes big as you bat your lashes. “i just missed you. wanted to see you at lunch but we’ve got more cheer stuff.”

dustin can’t be mad at you; you were so excited when you made the cheer team for your senior year and you’re continually making time to see him around your hectic schedule.

“aw, honey,” he coos. “i missed you too.”

“yeah?” your face lights up at his words, nose brushing against his sweetly.

“yeah.”

“you gonna give me a kiss then?” you ask. your lower lip pushes out and your brow furrows as he pinches your chin between a thumb and forefinger, shaking your head endearingly. his other hand comes up to cradle your jaw; you nuzzle into the warmth, letting him guide you until you’re pressed against the wall. you sigh happily as his plush lips melt against yours and grab for purchase, your hands settling either side of his neck. he smiles into the kiss as you hum happily, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek.

“i love you,” he murmurs, trailing his lips away to peck chastely at your cheeks. the kisses are quick in succession and constantly moving; he presses his lips to the apples of your cheeks, your jawline, below your ear, your neck.

“i love you more, dusty.”

“nope.” he pops the p sound, tapping your nose with the end of his finger as you scrunch it. laughing, he indulges you as you huff and press your lips to his again, murmuring softly. when his tongue slips past your lips, his body pressing closer to yours, you moan softly and thread your fingers through his curly locks.

the door swings open almost silently and lucas and mike start with a yell, turning away and pressing hands over their eyes in disgust.

“dude, what the fuck?!” mike shouts first, pulling lucas away from the unholy sight by the back of his shirt.

“what?” you ask, laughing. dustin grins patronisingly.

“oh, i’m sorry, guys. i know you’re jealous i got y/n and you two didn’t. i know that must be so awful for you.” dustin laughs as they glower; you giggle, kissing his jaw.

“be nice, baby!” you coo. lucas faux gags.

“you two are revolting.” he makes a show of pulling mike away and slamming the door closed.

“where were we?” dustin wiggles his brows, leaning back in for another kiss. and who are you to deny him?

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puppy-coded · 1 year

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Prom Night{D.H.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Upset Dustin.

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dustin Henderson x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dustin's upset that he has to relive the Snowball but he met a pretty girl so all is well.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: This is completely self-serving because I was alone during both my prom nights.

"Dustin? What's wrong?" Steve asked as soon as the curly-haired boy closed the door.

Dustin wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his blazer and looked up at Steve. "Can you take me home?"

Steve was taken aback by the voice crack of his little brother... er... best friend and leaned on the console. "What?"

"Steve please take me home," Dustin practically begged.

"Why?" Steve asked, concerned for his friend. "What happened?"

Dustin sniffed and hunched over, holding his head in his hands. "It's like the Snowball," He summarized. "Except now it would be embarrassing if a chaperone danced with me instead of cool." He said, running his tongue over his teeth. He had no idea why he was feeling like this but Dustin hated it.

A lot.

Steve put his hand on Dustin's shoulder, attempting to be supportive. "Hey Dustin, man. You can't go home, it's barely been ten minutes," He tried reasoning.

Attempted support.

"All my friends have people to dance with and no one will even look at me." He told Steve loudly, his voice cracking once more.

"Dustin, that's their loss." Steve encouraged. "You're a good kid alright? Nice hair. Great suit. You look like a million bucks."

Dustin looked mildly amused. "Are you seriously recycling a speech right now?" He asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

Steve gripped the back of Dustin's neck and patted his chest before Steve told him the plan. "I have tissues in the glove box, you're gonna wipe your tears, you're gonna go in there and be yourself and have fun."

"But Steve-" Dustin tried, curling his finger back into his fist when Steve shut him down.

"No."

Dustin grabbed the tissues from in front of him and cleaned his face just as Steve had told him to.

"Now go in there and have fun! You'll regret it if you don't," Steve said. He felt like a dad but didn't know how else to get Dustin back inside.

"Steve-uh!" Dustin complained.

"Dustin-uh!" Steve mocked back.

"Fine I'll go."

Dustin had walked back into the Hawkins High gym and saw you in your pretty dress on the bleachers. It hurt his heart. You were so pretty but you just looked so... sad.

He walked up to you and waved, speaking up when he realized you weren't paying attention to him. "Hey."

You jumped and looked up at Dustin. "Hi."

Dustin bounced on the balls of his feet and tried to think of something to say that wasn't stupid. "Havin' fun with the- uh- chips?"

Tried to think of something.

"Oh yeah." You nodded sarcastically. "Best friends." You smiled shyly.

"I'm Dustin." He introduced with a smile. You're so funny...

"Yeah, you're in my math class." You reminded him. "You ask me for a pencil everyday."

"Oh my gods I am so sorry." Dustin panicked, mentally slapping his forehead. "That's embarrassing, can't believe I didn't recognize you."

"At least you're not treating me as invisible. My best friend and her boyfriend are making out in the bathroom right now, definitely pretending I don't exist because why wouldn't they."

Dustin finally sat down next to you on the bleachers. "I know how you feel. All my friends have dates and they're off on their own."

"I haven't even been here five minutes and I wanna go home." You replied, putting your elbow on your knee and resting your head in your hand.

Dustin smiled and suppressed a laugh. He felt the same way. "I just came from my friends car trying to convince him to take me home." He nodded thoughtfully. "He wouldn't. No matter the convincing and telling him I'm reliving the Snowball."

"Snowball?" You turned to look at him with a puzzled look.

Dustin looked equally puzzled. "Yeah from 8th grade?"

"I wasn't here then. I'm from Indianapolis, just came around my sophomore year," You explained.

Dustin's puzzled expression quickly morphed into an ecstatic one. "Whoa! That's so cool!"

"I know!" You responded happily. "I miss home but it's... good for me to be here or whatever," You huffed playfully.

"You're, uh, gods..." He struggled, trying to think of your name. "Mel? No not Mel. Gwe- Gwen doesn't sound right either," He groaned.

"It's (Y/N)." You giggled.

Dustin pointed at you and nodded exaggeratedly. "Yes, that."

"It's been nice talking to you," You told Dustin sincerely, getting up from your spot. "But I think I'm gonna go to my friends car and run her gas out trying to keep myself warm."

A slow song came on and Dustin had a light bulb moment. "Before you go how about just one dance? Then we can say we danced with someone to our friends if they ask and we can feel better about ourselves?" He suggested, trying not to sound nervous.

"Alright."

After your dance you and Dustin came up with the bright idea to get a snack from around town in your fancy outfits.

Steve saw Dustin and was ready to take him home when he realized he was laughing... with a girl. He decided to not ruin that for Dustin.

Dustin needed a night of laughter with a girl, according to Steve. For his self-esteem.

But Steve knew it wasn't a self-esteem thing. You two seemed to click even though he couldn't see you two that well.

He knew he'd be seeing you around with the party for a long time.

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thoughtsofdarc · 8 months

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🧢Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson🎸

Here's a little something for ya'll that I did recently.

As always you can find my Instagram account here; Darc on Instagram

And as something new, you can find me on Tiktok here;

Darc on Tiktok

Enjoy! ❤️

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devondespresso · 10 months

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totally not rewatching star wars and taking notes on jokes Steve and Dustin would make. definitely not writing down comments they'd make and how they'd relate themselves to characters.

Dustin definitely doesn't read out subtitles to Steve while he has a concussion and struggles with words on a screen. And he definitely didn't pick up saying 'buddy' because Han does

And im absolutely not noticing more and more parallels between Steve and han and starcourt and leia and robin (not romantic stobin but like shes so sassy in the beginning and and her bitching matches with Han are so fun)

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drewstarkeylover21 · 2 years

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Billet Doux (Steve Harrington)

Summary: bil·let-doux/ˌbilāˈdo͞o/ : The French term for a love letter. A love letter written just for Steve. A/N: Steve Harrington is literally the daddiest of all daddies. I love him so much I feel like my heart could explode. I also love all of YOU guys so much that my heart could explode.

Warnings: swearing, talks of mental struggles from reader, fluff, and immense proclamation of love for baby hunny Steve.

Steve Harrington,

My perfect dream boy. Happy 21st birthday.

I can’t even begin to fathom how grateful I am for you. I’ve rewritten this letter 4 times already, and I keep running into the same issue. It seems as though there aren’t enough words in the English language to properly explain how much I admire you. I’m no writer, but thank God for the ability to read other people’s writings, because I’m about to poach Fitzgerald’s big fat symbol of love.

You are the green light at the end of my dock - the unwavering embodiment of endless love and hope. You keep me sane, you keep me calm. But most of all, you keep me living.

These last couple of weeks, I’ve been driving Dustin up to Weathertop so he can radio Suzie through the Cerebro without having to use the home phone. Yesterday, he went on and on to her about how your birthday is coming up and that he isn’t quite sure what to get somebody who has given so much of their own life to others. How Steve Harrington is this bad-ass monster hunter that keeps everybody safe. That you’d dive headfirst into any sign of danger and throw the first punch and take the last hit just to shield us from harm. He doesn’t know how to properly gift you something that will probably seem so insignificant in comparison to all that chances you’ve given the rest of us. The chances of taking another breath, of seeing the sun rise again the next day. They were pretty wise words for a 15 year old dingus who still relies on us to drive him around.

On the drive home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how right Dustin was. How do you get somebody as special as you a birthday present? A new Journey record and a signed copy of Bruce Springsteen’s newest CD doesn’t really seem like it could do the notion justice (I hope you love them by the way, Robin and I have been saving up all of our Family Video paychecks for the last 4 months) so I decided to write this letter to you in the hopes that it reminds you just how loved you are. How special and amazing and one of a kind the name Steve Harrington is.

You are our greatest protector. My greatest protector. Forget all of the Demogorgons, the MindFlayers, the unhinged and manic Billy Hargroves of the world. The monsters that I’ve faced throughout this Hawkins madness don’t just come in the form of swirly dust particles or crazy boys with untamed mullets. Instead, they’ve also come in intangible forms. In waves of grief over losing people near and dear to us. Through insecurities about who I am as a person. In past traumas that I’ve been so desperate to break free from. Feelings of not being good enough, of not feeling like I’m worth loving, that I’m not as important as the rest of our group says I am.

And I know you’ve seen what these monsters do to me when the feelings become unbearable. How I get stuck in my own brain, lost in a destructive tornado of frustration and pain, left to drown endlessly in my own sea of thoughts.

Only, I don’t drown. I swim. Because of you.

There is always a hand to pull me out of the deep dark ocean I’ve created for myself. It is firm, it is unwavering. But most importantly, it belongs to you, Steve Harrington.

You make the world so much brighter by just existing, by just being yourself. You are my strength, my comfort, and my sound. You’re a tall glass of lemonade on a hot summer day. A strong shoulder to lean on when I can barely stand. You remind me day after day that I am worth every single ounce of love that you give me.

Getting to love you seems like it would be the biggest privilege in the world, but it’s not. Honestly, it’d take a stupid, blind fucker not to love you. Instead, I think the biggest privilege in the world lies in being loved by you. Do you know what it feels like to be loved by you? I can’t quite describe it because, again, I’m not very good with words, but if I had to sum it up in a simple sentence, it would be this.

Being loved by you feels like a good night’s sleep.

A good night’s sleep is warm and comfortable. It is peaceful, serene, and gentle. It is something to yearn for at the end of every night, and leaves you feeling brand new when you wake up. A good night’s sleep makes you feel refreshed and ready to take on a new day in the morning. It is always needed. It encases you and blocks out the rest of the world.

You are a good night’s sleep Steve. You are warm and comfortable, peaceful, serene, and gentle. I yearn for you every waking moment of the day, from the minute I close my eyes to the second they open. You make me feel refreshed and new. I need you and will always need you. There’s nothing else that matters in the world except for when we are together.

Thank you for choosing me to love. For choosing my ear to whisper sweet nothings into when we’re dancing around the kitchen at 1 in the morning. For choosing my forehead to plant sweet kisses onto - kisses that hold unspoken promises of love and life and happiness. For choosing my hand to hold, not only when times are scary, but when they are calm. For it is your hand that reminds me that I am safe. That I am home.

Those boring American moms always have those stupid inspirational quotes hanging around their kitchens and living rooms talking about how home is where the heart is. When I was a teenager, I used to find these laughable. But after envisioning a lifetime with you, those freaking decorative placards couldn’t be more true.

Home is where the heart is. And my heart is with you, Steve Harrington.

Thank you for being my home.

Thank you for this life.

I am so blessed to love you and to be loved by you. You bring such light into everybody’s lives. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Happy Birthday my beautiful boy. I love you.

Yours always,

Y/n

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hawkinsqueers · 2 years

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I feel like if Steve and Eddie had gotten together Dustin would support both of them in the long run but Steve's new nickname would've been "twink" or something like that. Just to mess with Steve.

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ryan-waddell11 · 11 months

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happy birthday to my favorite party member!!

the Duffers better not touch my child next season. they already hurt my other child. I can’t do it anymore.

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marvins-linguinie · 1 year

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steve: eddie, why are you holding dustin by the collar of his shirt?

eddie: BECAUSE, HE TOLD ME THAT I WAS A BAD DUNGEON MASTER

dustin: i said "why do you only choose to name every monster that comes our way, steve?" and he got mad.

steve, grabbing eddie by the collar of his shirt: why is that, munson?

eddie: i.. um..

steve: hm?

eddie: reasons...

steve: so, im a monster to you? then why'd you ask me out?

dustin: WHAT?!?!

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crappymixtape-bsides · 3 months

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LOL HOW THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I NOT KNOW THIS EXISTED??

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elliewlums · 2 years

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i have a concept to share with you hear me out i’m going bonkers

dustin……plus casual dominance…….plus crybaby gf with an oral fixation.

tumbling down a flight of stairs rn.

omg omg omg i’m writing a drabble rn shhhh

content warnings: dustin is aged up (he’s 19!!), hurt/comfort, burnt out reader with a shitty job, dustin is so sweet, reader has an oral fixation, lotsa casual dominance, he takes care of her

your day has been long and you despise your new job; the customers are rude, your co-workers are mean and your boss hates you. you’re tired and on the verge of tears and all you want to do is curl into a ball and cry. but max invited you over for a movie night and you can’t cancel on her. she’s your best friend, after all.

the only thing keeping you going is that dustin will be there.

you’re tired of making decisions and having to know the answers to questions you can’t even begin to understand. and when you walk through the door your energy only deflates further due to the buzz and chatter of the living room.

dustin senses it as soon as his eyes land on you; your eyes droop and he can see the very subtle tremble of your bottom lip from his seat on the couch. he pats his thigh when you finally look at him, beckoning you close. of course you oblige, a shaky sigh expelling from your parted lips as he bundles you into his lap and presses a kiss to your temple.

“hi, angel face,” he murmurs. “missed you today.”

you can only hum in response; you fear a verbal answer would send you careening towards a fit of sobbing. he presses another kiss, a little lower, to your cheekbone.

“rough day?” you nod.

“hey, y/n,” will calls suddenly. “i’m going to the kitchen, you want anything to drink?”

you whine - quietly enough so only dustin can hear - and sniffle pathetically.

“she’ll have a water. thanks, man.” dustin’s response is automatic and you instantly relax, settling into his chest. his hand comes up to cradle your cheek at the first sign of tears, wiping them away with his brow furrowed. “good girl. ‘s alright, all done now.”

“it was so bad, dusty,” you whisper; he kisses your forehead. “‘nd-‘nd ‘m such a baby. and i do everythin’ wrong.”

“shh, shh,” he soothes. “you haven’t been working there long. you can’t be expected to know everything straight away.” his tone is nothing but soft and comforting as he cups your face in warm hands and kisses the tears from your swollen eyes. “if it gets really bad, you’re not to put up with it, okay? if it’s really bad, you quit and we’ll find you something else to do.”

“no, dusty. i can’t quit just ‘cos-,”

“no, honey,” he interrupts softly. “you don’t need a reason. i want you to be happy and i’m not having my girl miserable at a job she hates.”

you’re quiet then, tucking your head into the juncture of his neck. his thumb comes up to part your lips and you take it hesitantly into your mouth, grateful for the distraction. he knows you so well, knows you’ll settle if he gives your mouth something to do. your eyes flutter, lashes tickling his neck as you finally quiet, clutching his hand in your own smaller one.

“good girl,” he coos as you suckle gently on his thumb; you’ve been together so long it’s second nature to him to take care of you when you’re burnt out, just as you do for him.

will comes back, handing dustin the glass of water when he sees you half asleep against him.

“here, honey,” he says, tilting your head up by your chin and pressing the glass to your lips in place of his thumb. you drink obediently and he sets the glass down on the table next to you, laughing as you eagerly push his digit back to your mouth.

“love you,” you murmur quietly. he kisses the crown of your head.

“i know, angel. love you more.”

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