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What’s better than this? Just guys bein dudes

[ID: art of Eddie and Steve from stranger things. They’re kneeling on a duvet, pressed thigh to chest and sharing a kiss. Steve looks serene and Eddie is wryly flipping off the viewer. Steve is shirtless and wearing green gym shorts. Eddie is in boxers and Steve’s yellow sweater. End ID]

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Some soft steddie on a rainy afternoon

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Progress wip.

Apocalyptic au (tlou style)

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🍰🩷

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Don’t yell at me tumblr, there’s no nips or dicks.

Come get your Steddie fix. This took forever.

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A little… sweetness to counteract the other one I made.

(I love them your honour.)

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sleepy boy 💤

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Reunion at Skull Rock 📍

Commission for Anne Forbes on twitter.

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he can be your devil or your angle

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stranger things text posts, pt 2

enjoy, it's all queer and silly and i still have more to post lmao :")

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💫 NEW SOFT STEDDIE for your Sunday pleasure. You’re Light Years Away. Fiction inspired by the ever wonderful LogieDraws.

“What’s on your mind man?” Eddie takes a slow drag from his cigarette. Steve notices the angle of his jawline and the way his cheeks pull in as his plush lips purse around the thin paper as he inhales. He looks down at Steve, who’s got his head in Eddie’s lap.

You. Always. You. Steve thinks. “Hmmm?” He hums instead.

Eddie softly snorts. “You’ve got that far away look again Harrington.” His eyes are tender. They linger on Steve’s long enough to make his heart palpitate.

“Do I?” Steve asks playfully and Eddie turns his head. Steve doesn’t know if it’s because he’s shy or indifferent. With Eddie it’s always hard to tell. One thing he knows is that he always felt aimless once Eddie’s eyes stopped holding his.

Steve shifts his head a bit in Eddie’s lap, playing it cool. Like being around Eddie didn’t always make him question his whole life. He takes a slow drag from his own cigarette and lets the smoke drift from his lips.

And then Eddie is gently combing his fingers through Steve’s hair and the earth stills if only for a moment. His mind quiets. He leans his head into Eddie’s touch and closes his eyes.

Eddie looks down again, his eyes shining warmly against the soft evening light. Steve’s eyes flutter open just in time to catch the gentle pull of Eddie’s dimples.

“You know, you can tell me anything. You know that right?” Eddie’s voice is smoke rough, and Steve can’t ignore the way it vibrates down his chest and into his hips.

“Yeah, I – I know.” Steve fumbles.

“Okay.” Eddie smiles. “So what’s on your mind Steve?”

Steve goes quiet, his words caught in his throat, unable to catch up with his feelings. So he points up at the sky.

“Hey, is that the little dipper?” He asks in a futile way to change the subject.

Eddie squints back up at the sky and chuckles. “Actually that’s the big dipper. See over there?” He points his finger further north, and Steve’s eyes follow Eddie’s hand and all his chunky rings. “That’s the little dipper.”

“Oh yeah.” Steve sighs. “I see it now.” He smiles.

Eddie hums. “Yeah. Just a couple hundred light years away,” he says, smiling softly at the sky.

He returns his hand back to Steve’s hair and turns to look at him.

They watch each other in silence and it’s not awkward. It’s almost understanding. Eddie shifts his hand and gently runs his thumb down Steve’s cheek. His breath studders.

“Shit man, I might be way off base here.” Eddie says. His voice a little shaky. “Fuck, I really hope I’m not.”

Eddie caresses his cheek once more and bends low, moving carefully, watching Steve with lustrous eyes. He trails his finger along Steve’s jawline and ever so softly drags his thumb down his lower lip and to his chin, like Steve was the most delicate thing he’s ever touched.

Maybe he was.

Steve’s breath catches. He tilts his chin up, his lips part. Eddie’s curls tickle across his face, shrouding his dark features in shadow but Steve still catches the moment of hesitation in his eyes.

So Steve reaches up and pulls Eddie’s face closer. Their mouths whisper against each other. Their breaths meld together. Eddie lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes. Steve pulls him in closer and their mouths meet for the first time.

It feels like home.

It feels infinite.

Like two stars side-by-side.

Just a hundred light years away.

- END -

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truth, dare, spin bottles you know how to ball, i know aristotle

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The marauders fandom is so cool because we made it from literal crumbs in canon and now it’s FUCKING HUGE

We have so many talented artists, writers, cosplays, fanfilms and editors that keep this fandom alive with content

Not to mention the actual fanbase in general because we are all literally so passionate about them all it’s crazy

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I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.

Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”

And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.

Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.

“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”

They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”

And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.

And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.

I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.

Amazing.

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bro u knocked over his drink

read this fic that goes with this art!!

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stranger tweets part 3

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