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Steve Harrington ([personal profile] hairsprayed) wrote2021-07-29 06:57 pm
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❝This is Steve Harrington, leave a message or call back for emergencies.❞
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[personal profile] gygaxed 2022-07-30 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
my 3/4 birthday, don't forget it!

[ But after that the line goes dead because Eddie is hauling himself into his van to make a beeline to Steve's place. There's something inside him that throbs uncontrollably, his heart threatening to beat its way out of his chest. Just let me kiss you is so much easier said than done. Now that he's standing on Steve's doorstep he feels suddenly small and uncertain. Despite all his flirting, he doesn't know if he wants the door to open in the first place. ]
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okay but that idea

[personal profile] nocollarbones 2022-09-03 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay
So
Hypothetically speaking...if I knew someone who was into guys and I wanted advice about something...would you be open to it?
Like...
You aren't like Mr. Wheeler are you?


[ He trusts that he knows Steve well enough to not have to worry but...still. ]
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[personal profile] gunsplural 2022-09-06 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ She used to hate coming to Steve's house when they were together. Despite her best intentions to play it off, she thinks he had an idea. After Barb, well, after Barb, everything had changed. Even the glint of the pool through the window made her stomach twist up with guilt and regret. And there were so many windows. All the more reason why she should've seen something was wrong.

She hasn't been here in a long while, but not much has changed. The yard is neat and cared for, Steve's car the only one in the driveway. She's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed for him that he didn't have his parents to come home to after the last few days.

She rings the doorbell, crossing her arms and pressing her fingers into them, despite the Spring warmth. She looks put together as usual, but there's a tiredness in her eyes that wasn't there a few days ago. Before Eddie. Before Max.

When the door opens, she musters a small smile, one hand's fingers lifting in a tense greeting. ]
Hi. Can I come in?

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