#emt steve

I feel like Billy would live with Hopper when he isn't at the station and they get along really well. All the firefighters glare at Hopper because Billy is basically his son, but they've all pseudo-adopted him

Billy refuses to call ambulances by name. He calls them anything but. Things like wambulance, weewoo wagon, boo boo bus, etc.

Steve once asked if he could lick the truck to see if it tasted like apples and Billy was very concerned

Steve is obviously very good at first aid and is always the first person the kids yell for when one of them gets hurt

The fire department can always tell when a call is just some bullshit from a housewife that's hoping for Billy and they send anyone but

Steve makes fun of Billy for when he was a lifeguard because, according to him, it's like a baby emt

They both have savior complexes, but for two very different reasons. Billy wants to protect everyone from things they shouldn't have to go through, but Steve wants to save everyone from the world.

Steve can read doctor handwriting

The entire fire department is like Billy's family so you can bet they grilled Steve and gave him all sorts of shovel talks.

On the other hand, the paramedics just looked at Billy, looked at Steve, looked back at Billy, and asked him "You want this dumbass??" Steve tries his very hardest to keep Billy and the paramedics separate because otherwise they just share stories about stupid stuff he's done.

Billy loves getting the calls for cats and kids stuck in trees.

Hopper loves when something happens on Cherry Lane and Neil sees his (former) son do something heroic af.

Will has a weird habit of getting stuck in weird shit. Chairs, rooms, alternate dimensions, etc. And he's embarrassed to near crying every time Billy and some of the other firefighters show up with just the "Again?" look

Steve is absolutely the guy that says "paramedics save lives, but EMTs save paramedics"

When Starcourt burns down, Steve and Billy are some of the first on the scene and Steve has to tell Billy that there are other people that can help save survivors. This is especially true when Billy is pulling Hopper out by himself or 20 minutes earlier when he was carrying like 3 kids.

Please never let Steve watch a medical drama. He's fine with comedies cause those aren't gonna be accurate by nature. But medical dramas piss him off. Billy is very similar with cop shows

The firefighters and paramedics make bets each week leading up to their date nights for whoever is gonna be worse for wear.

Steve is really good at cleaning the bus. The medics almost don't want to let anyone else do it, but that's probably not fair to Steve.

The paramedics hold barbeques and every. single. time. someone asks if they should call the fire department just to embarrass their favorite EMT.

Bonus: Max goes to nursing school and gets bragging rights over both of them cause they see more of Steve than Billy and has more medical knowledge than Steve.

And look, it’s kind of weird for EMTs to get reputations, alright? Sure, people gossip about a hot doctor or the most helpful nurse at the ER, but he’s just a guy in an ambulance. But Steve has a reputation. 

He’s young, he’s attractive, and he’s calm under pressure. And those things are all part of the package, obviously, but what really sets him apart is that Steve knows how to connect with people. How to keep them calm and sort through what’s pain and what’s fear and what needs fixing stat.

“Oh my gosh, Brenda, my little boy was full on heaving sobs, and this man, Steve was so patient with him. I’ve never seen him laugh like that when he’s hurting.”

“Steve the EMT? My grandma broke her ankle, and all she’d talk about for weeks how I should leave Davy for him. I’m starting to think she was right.” 

And Eddie gets hurt, like, a lot, alright? He’s not the world’s most coordinated dude, and he’s got like negative two impulse control, and he fronts a metal band, so he’s had his fair share of gashes and broken toes and bad trips of every kind. But he’s also a trailer park guy, so like hell is he letting someone call an ambulance when he hasn’t been insured since ever.

But he considers it, once or twice, because Steve the Hot EMT is basically an urban legend at this point.

And one day he’s playing a gig with the biggest crowd he’s gotten yet, so he thinks, “why the fuck not?” and launches himself into the crowd, guitar and all. It’s metal as fuck for one glorious minute and then a chick shoves and a dude doesn’t catch and he’s falling between the bodies head first. The crowd is swimming, the sad screech of his sweetheart still ringing in his ears, and he hunches over his knees against the sudden queasiness that comes from sitting upright.

There’s a muffled shout to, “Give him space,” but Eddie can’t focus around the pain in his head.

But the warm hand on his back cuts through the noise. A firm, soothing voice penetrates the haze, and fuck, if he wasn’t probably concussed, that gentle authority would’ve gone straight to his fucking dick.

“Hey. Can you look up for me? I’m a medical professional.”

Eddie does--how could he fucking not--and meets the kind of soft hazel eyes he’d write ballads about.

Metal ones.