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90ssuperheroes · 3 months
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weird-an · 1 year
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When Steve wakes up, his head hurts and he doesn't want to open his eyes. He groans into his pillow. His mouth tastes awful and he's sure he's got the biggest hangover he ever had, but at least his pillow is comfortable and warm.
Steve's pillow moves.
"What the fuck," it groans. "Harrington?"
Steve blinks.
Shit. He rubs his eyes and slowly sits up. Billy Hargrove stares at him. They are in a bed. Steve looks around. It's the motel he checked in yesterday, before deciding to get drunk and forget all about Hawkins, Demodogs and failed college applications for a weekend.
"Is that a fucking tattoo?" Billy sits up, pointing at Steve's groin. The skin there aches a little. Steve stares down.
There's a heart with the letter B inside it. Just above his dick.
Wait. He's naked. Billy is naked, too. Horror and joy fight inside Steve.
"Did we fuck?" he blurts out. He can't quite decide if it's a bad thing, Billy is fucking hot after all and what's even worse is that there is the letter B tattooed on his skin and he desperately tries to think of all the people with B he knows, but there aren't that many and there's one right in front of him.
"I can't remember," Billy admits, surprisingly chill about it. He grimaces when he sits up. "Oh, we did."
Billy gets up. Steve doesn't even try to hide he's staring, because if he had gotten his hands on this ass, he at least wants to remember it. He swears he can see his own finger prints on there, but then his eyes wander further and...
He gasps. Billy has a tramp stamp. A new one. The skin around it still swollen and red. King Steve's Property. In Steve's own terrible handwriting. It's ugly and the best thing Steve has ever seen.
"What?" Billy turns around.
"There's... uhm. On your back. Maybe you should see for yourself."
Steve wants to hide under the blanket, but puts on a shirt in case Billy is going to chase after him, because Steve defiled him.
"This is a nightmare." Billy comes out of the bathroom, face red. "And I don't even remember the sex."
"We can change that." Sometimes Steve is missing any filter and he wonders if that's because he has gotten hit on the head too many times by now. He hopes he doesn't try his luck too hard.
Steve blinks and Billy's straddling him. Steve puts his hands on Billy's ass and well, he can't blame himself for wanting to keep that to himself.
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c0la-grlxx · 1 month
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WHATS GOOD ✨
🖤🤎🐆🤎🖤🐆🖤🤎🐆🤎🖤🐆🖤🤎🐆🤎🖤
~collage and background is mine but pics arent~
XOXO
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eddywoww · 3 months
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I know I’ve made a lot of tattoo artist eddie jokes but like
Now I’m imagining steve going to get a tattoo and fucking with heavily inked Eddie by being like “yeah I want one of those lion heads above a clock? Can the lion have a crown?” And just staring Eddie dead in the eyes while he says it, just to be a dick
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missjashin · 1 year
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I’m… I’m just gonna go–
But also… ✨🐶 besties 🐶✨:
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romancemedia · 3 months
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Cartoon Romances + Affectionate Feeding
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An average day in Family Video:
"It's just so stupid, you know?"
Robin looks up from where she is rewinding the tapes and nods enthusiastically. "I know, right? I mean, seriously, why would you pay an extra fine if all you need to do is-"
"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about that." He points to one of the two monitors in the shop.
"Just....movies? Like, I get that working here sucks, but -"
"No! I'm talking about the scene that comes before this one- or well, now the one before that."
"Ohhhh. You mean needles."
In that moment a customer comes in. Robin goes back to rewinding tapes and Steve goes back to frowning. As soon as the customer is gone (thankfully an older lady who was not interested in starting small-talk) the conversation resumes as if she'd never been there.
"We really should be able to put other things to watch. It's not normal to know a movie by heart that isn't even good. I hate capitalism, it's destroying genuine art."
"Like back in the good old days when everything was black and white and mute?"
"Tell me one contemporary actor that comes even close to Charlin Chaplin."
"Dunno. Like, Harrison Ford?"
"Wow. I can't believe you are literally my soulmate. I'm so embarrassed."
Another pause. Robin motions to the growing pile of tapes in front of her and Steve starts putting them back in the shelves.
"It's just so stupid, you know? Like, I can deal with literal flesh-eating monsters from another dimension. I can deal with almost getting beaten to death more than once. I can deal with the constant stress of being responsible for a bunch of teenagers who put their "thirst for knowledge" before their own safety. And a fucking little needle gets me down?!"
"Steve. It was a traumatic-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know. I just don't...get it. Like, the flickering lights make sense. But I don't even remember being drugged up because, oh yeah, I was literally high as a kite. It's such fucking bullshit."
"One of the pros of being gay, I guess. I don't need to worry about donating blood."
They fall silent again. The conversation isn't over, they just need to find the right thread to continue. Talk between them rises and ebbs as naturally as breathing.
"Maybe I should just become gay, too."
"Oh my god you can't just choose to be gay you dingus. It's not like someone is gonna put a barrel against this hollow head of yours and force you to donate"
"I mean, it's not like men are unattractive. If, I don't know, Jonathan offered. I wouldn't say no. Like, I'm not gonna lie, when he got all mad back when I was still with Nance-"
"Deflection or over?"
Steve sighs. "Deflection."
"Resume or later?"
He sighs again. "I don't know. I mean it's not like we can do anything about it."
"Exposure therapy is a thing, you know. If it really bothers you."
"Like a tattoo or something?"
They are silent again. Robin rewinds tapes, Steve cleans the already spotless counter.
"What would we even get?"
"Dunno. Would have to be something discreet to not make job hunting even harder when this one inevitably falls through because of Demogorgons or Mind Flayers or some shit." She doesn't look up but Steve knows she is listening.
"You actually know the names?"
"Don't tell the dipshits."
Another customer comes in. This one is unfortunately a chatty one. Steve's behavior could perhaps be most accurately described as "bitchy". In his defence, he was in the middle of a conversation here.
"Okay, but a discreet tattoo. Like what. A tramp stamp or something?" Robin continues as soon as the door falls shut again.
"N- you know what. Why not?"
"Because it's a fucking tramp stamp Steve"
"What, are you saying I don't get around enough to be considered a tramp? I'll let you know-"
"No, Steve, believe me, I know. But if you get a tramp stamp, I also need to get a tramp stamp."
"Is that a no?"
A pause. Steve knows he won before she even opens her mouth
"You know what? Fuck it. Let's get fucking matching tramp stamps"
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thestobingirlie · 14 days
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this poll is of the utmost importance.
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bluesucanuse · 4 months
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BLUES: SONGS OF THE DAY
THE ARTIST IS: STEVE MILLER BAND
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THE SONG IS:"TRAMP"
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redgoldblue · 4 months
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for the drabble spotify wrapped game, if you want: i rolled my rainbow d10 twice and we have a 75 🌈
❤️ 🌈
75: America's Sweetheart by Elle King
uh. I don't know where this came from. i apologise, my partner-in-fluff 🫡
Also I am obviously not abiding by the technical 100-word definition of drabble here, but instead the much looser 'short piece of writing'.
spotify wrapped drabbles!
Steve doesn't know when he stopped caring about killing people. It didn't bother him until he started caring again.
It's not anyone unusual, is the thing that gets him. It's a nameless, almost-faceless drug smuggler that he didn't even mean to kill, but he shot with intent to disable and a little too much carelessness in a rush to stop the ship they came in on, and when he finally loops back around there's a pool of blood and a corpse with a busted femoral artery.
He's kneeling down, checking a pulse even though it's clearly absent, removing weapons even though he'll clearly have no use for them, when his fingers brush against a thin edge in the inside pocket of the off-the-rack grey suit jacket the guy's wearing.
When he pulls it out, it's a photo. He has to look down to check that it's the same guy in it, partially because death rictus changes a face, especially when your comparison is smiling and happy, and partially because he just hasn't looked at his face properly. It's the same guy, his arm around a similarly smiling woman shoulder-height to him and so close in features she has to be his sister, with a chubby-cheeked frizzy-haired kid straddling his shoulders and holding onto the woman's hand.
One of the first things the military teaches you, explicitly or not, is to erase personhood. Your own, and your enemy's. Numbers, statistics, body parts and targets and usefulness.
He puts the photo back into the dead man's jacket and moves away. A tech comes at some point, body-bags him, and Duke is there and the rest of his team have it well in hand, so he goes back to where their cars are parked, boosts himself onto the hood of the truck, and waits.
Kono walks past at some point, but they're still in the midst of cleanup and HPD handover, so even though she does slow and ask, "You okay, boss?", when he replies in the affirmative she nods and keeps moving.
He remembers himself before. He remembers when it would never would have occurred to him not to think that every person with a bullet in them is a person with a family. A person with a life, at least before they were a person with a death.
He doesn't bother trying to count. The impulse washes over him, but it would take hours with military records and Five-0 reports to calculate anything even close to accuracy.
Himself before was decades ago, but also not that long ago. It was target practice at the Academy and work behind computers in Military Intelligence and crawling through mud with a similarly young Freddie by his side.
Himself after, apparently, is sitting on his own truck at the edge of his own city watching his family and his family's family and his friends and his friends' friends move efficiently through shipping containers and body bags.
Eventually, Danny finds him. He takes one look at Steve's face; he doesn't say anything, just leans against the hood next to Steve and waits.
Eventually, Steve finds the words. "I don't think the military would like me anymore, Danny."
It's not all that new a state of affairs; he got driven by revenge and tattoos in non-regulation places and too many personal attachments and he remembered how to have fun in quiet spaces and how to love in loud ones. He started caring again.
"Good," Danny says, harsh and definite, and Steve realises with a start that the things that would debase him in the eyes of his country are probably exactly the same reasons Danny - not just Danny, his whole family - would cite for loving him. Except the tattoos, maybe.
He can't bring himself to be upset about it in the face of that.
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mayberrycryptid · 7 months
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Danny Williams is:
Danny yelling at Steve and Steve letting his tramp stamp show😂😂😂
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nofatclips · 9 months
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Tramp (Lowell Fulson cover) by Otis Redding and Carla Thomas
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buttbiscuit · 2 years
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Guys wake up new steddie redraw just dropped
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heidismagblog · 6 months
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qprstobin · 10 months
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I want more tattooed Steve that isn't directly tied to him being punk or to steddie. I think Steve should just get to have tattoos bc it is hot girl shit and he is definitely the type to pick things that are meaningful and aesthetically pleasing. He'd also love starting rumors amongst the high school about a tattoo he may or may not be hiding under his clothes once his school swimming career is over. Gives him more mystique. Tattoos were getting more and more popular during this time period, tho they weren't REALLY legal in Indiana at the time lol. He should get to be tattooed
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modestlobster · 2 years
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Stranger Things but make it an 80s sitcom (rom-com??) about Harrington and Munson 
You know it’s gonna be called something like 
Going Steddie
(If you’ve got a better one, leave it in the comments!)
Steve: @modestlobster​ // Eddie: @cosmicbluelove
Editing & Makeup​: @cosmicbluelove // Photo: RM
Bonus Lady & The Tramp Promo:
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