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It’s the boys’ turn! :D Decided to go with Eevee for them. Eevee’s great.

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Dipper and Mabel in Plusle and Minun onesies because you just have to

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A summer evening at the lover’s lake 🌻🍉🕶️☀️

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that wasn’t eddie checking out steve it was joseph checking out joe the entire time

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Steve, a five year old that is clearly allergic to cats, wheezes on over to the police to inform them that he’s keeping this cat he found. His eyes are watery and he keeps sneezing, and that cat has a collar.

Finders keepers isn’t going to work here.

“But I want her,” Steve wheezes with tears. “They don’t even know she’s gone! They don’t - they don’t love her like me.”

It’s about this time that Wayne Munson’s menace of a nephew appears out of nowhere, soaking wet and covered in mud.

Eddie has a toad he fished out of the quarry and he throws it at them before telling Steve to, “Run! Run before the fuzz takes your cat!”

Steve and Eddie run to Forest Hill where they make a lot of noise, wake up Wayne, get in the truck with him, and drive on over to the hospital. Wayne doesn’t like the way Steve’s wheezing even if the kid tells him it’s normal.

“It’s like a purr,” Steve tells him. “Cause I only do it ‘round animals. Cause I love ‘em.”

And then they walk through the door to the emergency room and find Hopper standing there with his arms crossed.

Turns out Callahan is allergic to cats too.

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sighing

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“I hated myself … But then, you… Showed up. And my outlook just, changed.”

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Eleven and Will standing in front of the entrance Gatorland. Florida trip, 1992. Photo taken by Max.

Here's the first in a mini series of illustrations showcasing The Party vacationing in Florida at various times. This is from the gang's second trip to Florida during spring break, where they decided to explore classic Florida tourist attractions like Gatorland. (I would recommend visiting Gatorland as it's a very cool zoo! :D)

I'm gonna try to make illustrations based on four different Florida trips with the Party; 1989, 1992, 2002 and 2023. This is mainly to showcase tourist destinations and attractions I like lol. (Some still exist, others don't.)

I lost the original version of this illustration and had to recreate it. I was trying to capture the look of a 90s photograph, but idk the colors look overly saturated to me. Oh well, at least I didn't lose this one.

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Been a hot minute since I’ve done color palettes and some Ford & Mabel bonding so here we are! :D

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the wise!

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Eddie who lives in a blue collar lakeside town in the northeast with his uncle after his parents send him away from California, who helps his uncle run a small tavern which gets really busy during the tourist season where the town is full of people with summer cottages left empty during the rest of the year, and even people from Europe.

Steve whose parents own one of these cottages, who goes to this tiny coastal town every summer for the whole summer, who is never thrilled to go because he barely gets to see Tommy and Carol.

Until one year, when Eddie is old enough to start working at the tavern, they finally meet. And over the years, friendship turns to romance, but only for one summer at a time.

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second scene from a nonexistent fic

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Eddie is hanging up the phone and stumbling out of the store before the woman can explain further what is happening; the words ‘Steve’, ‘car accident’ and ‘hospital’ leave him in a blind panic and make his brain stop working. The only thing he knows is that he needs to see his boyfriend, anything else is meaningless.

His hands are shaking badly when he tries to start the car. A small part of him knows driving in this state is a very bad idea, but he honestly doesn't care. Better yet, he can’t bring himself to care for his own well-being when all he can think of is Steve, Steve, Steve.

Because the last thing he said to his boyfriend was ‘I don’t know why I even bother with your needy ass. Maybe we should break up,’ and now Eddie fears this might really be the last, last thing he ever says to Steve. He didn’t mean it back then and he doesn’t mean it now and regret is burning in his stomach and in his chest and in the back of his eyes. He kinda wants to cry, scream and throw up all at once.

The sound of car horns behind him gets Eddie out of his own head and makes him jump on his seat. The light is green; he didn’t see it change at all.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters to himself. He ignores the angry drivers and the car horns blaring behind him and drives off quickly. Eddie really doesn’t have time to waste.

How he gets to the hospital in one piece is something Eddie will never know, but he gets there anyways. He abandons the car in the parking lot, not really caring that his van is so badly placed that it’s taking up two spots or that the old man parking his own car is giving him the stink eye as Eddie slams the door shut and all but runs towards the building.

“Harrington. Steve Harrington,” Eddie blurts as soon as he reaches the front desk. The woman there eyes him warily but nods, then starts typing on her computer.

“He’s in room 214, but first you need—”

“Thanks!” Eddie’s running towards the stairs before she finishes. He hears her yelling about forms and some other bureaucratic nonsense but keeps running regardless. Eddie can deal with that later.

When he finally finds the room, Eddie is so out of breath he stops in the middle of the hallway and just tries very fucking hard to breathe, even though his heart is beating faster than it ever has before, and dread makes his lungs and throat feel tight.

But he needs to see Steve. Whatever is waiting for him behind that door, he needs to see Steve and needs to make sure he’s not too late; that his boyfriend is okay, even if he’s still pissed off with him because of their fight that morning. The fight Eddie doesn’t really remember what it was about, if he’s being honest

The relief that washes over Eddie once he finally opens the door is like an out of body experience. Because Steve is there, on the hospital bed, his right arm in a cast and there’s bandages covering his other arm and stitches on his forehead, but he’s awake and looking at Eddie and he smiles warm and happy at him.

Eddie barely gets to the bed before his knees are buckling and he’s throwing himself at Steve and holding him tight and with despair.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs against his boyfriend’s neck. He might be crying; his eyes are burning like a bitch. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

“Sorry, didn’t want to make you worry,” Steve says, a little hoarse but otherwise fine and that’s enough for Eddie.

“I thought I was gonna lose you,” Eddie chokes out and, yep, he is totally crying. “Please, don’t do that again.”

“Sorry.”

Eddie is sorry too. He is sorry for saying shit he doesn’t mean when he’s angry, he’s sorry for being an asshole and using his boyfriend’s insecurities against him when they’re fighting because he knows it’s gonna hurt him the most. He is sorry for leaving their home that morning without fixing things up with Steve first like an adult should and choosing to storm off like a brat instead.

Eddie is sorry for a lot of things and he’s gonna apologize for each one of them as soon as he can make himself stop trembling like a leaf. Until then, he just climbs on the bed with Steve and holds his boyfriend close against his chest.

“I love you,” he sighs. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

“Love you too.”

They’re gonna be okay.

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I love him

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Oh, Eddie.... The last time I painted portraits was 9 years ago. So I'm in awe of what I'm doing.

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❤️🖤🎶🎶🎤

okay so Steddie but-

Eddie is bumming out on Steve's couch because, well, it was a nice couch, but also because when Steve asked Eddie to come over for dinner, Eddie wasn't going to complain. Steve can cook a lot better than him or Wayne could.

There's some random movie playing on the TV that Eddie had stopped paying attention to thirty or so minutes ago, and now he was just squinting at the paint lines in the ceiling while listening to the small bustle of Steve cooking.

Eddie's entire nervous system stood on end when he heard Steve start to hum and mumble sing, "Don't you... Forget about me." Eddie had never once heard this man sing before, not once, Steve always claimed his voice was that of a goose's honk while being slowly shredded by a cheese grater. His words, actually, seriously.

Eddie quickly learned that his boyfriend was full shit. He sprung up off the couch and as sneakily as he possibly could in this quiet as hell house, poked his head into the kitchen to observe. There Steve was, stirring the pasta sauce that smelt heavenly, but more importantly, singing.

"Will you stand above me," Steve sung quietly to himself, and Eddie just couldn't help but jump in, literally and figuratively. Eddie had pounced his boyfriend, grabbing him by the waist, and sung along too, grinning like a damn idiot.

"Look my way, never love me," Steve's voice faltered in surprise but he grinned sheepishly when he felt Eddie's hand stroking his waist and the pure pleading look on Eddie's face. "Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling," Eddie looked damn ecstatic. Their duet was pretty... "Down, down down-"

"Okay- you're gonna make me overcook the noodles, I do not condone noodles with the consistency of snot!" Steve would huff, turning off the stove, he had a pretty red blush from his cheeks to his ears. Eddie couldn't help his smile.

"You never told me you could sing, sweetheart." Eddie would mumble into the crook of Steve's neck as he hugged his mid section, suctioning himself to his embarrassed boyfriends back. Steve scoffed, "I can't." He denied, shaking his head and pushing Eddies arms off him.

He grabbed an oven mitt and a strainer, before pouring the noodles out of the pot and letting the boiling water run down the sink. Eddie rolled his eyes, "Oh, really? What the hell was that just now then? Because you, seem to have the voice of a pretty little angel." Eddie teased, leaning back on the kitchen island as he watched his boyfriend finish up dinner, pouring the noodles into the sauce pan.

"I- It's nothing." Steve would mutter, getting a bit aggressive with his stirring. Eddie's brows furrowed, he suddenly got the feeling that this wasn't just embarrassment. "Hey, what'd that pasta do to you?" Eddie would chuckle slightly, stilling Steve's arm and looking at him gently; Steve avoided his eyes and sighed. Eddie's thumb gently rubbed Steve's forearm, "Something we need to talk about?" Eddie asked curiously, wanting to know what was wrong with his doe eyed lover.

"Y'know all I wanted when I was like eight was a guitar and some singing lessons?" Steve muttered, still not meeting Eddie's gaze. "But uh, my ma insisted that real men don't sing." Steve recited words that had clearly been drilled into his head, and even with the absolute housefire of frustration that flared up in Eddie- "Didn't know I was a woman."

Eddie blurted that out before he really thought about it. Steve looked over, the surprise on his face faded to amusement as he snorted, "You're a dork." He'd huff, and Eddie would just smile, "Your dork." He'd correct Steve, kissing his cheek. "Now lets eat, I'm staving and that smells delicious."

They got plates and after about five minutes of comfortable silence and eating: "You're coming to band practice." Eddie would declare simply, not even glancing up at Steve. Steve blinked, and opened his mouth to object, but- "And I can teach you guitar the fun way when we have free time." He stated, smirking at his boyfriend.

"The fun way?" Steve would question, a look of confusion on his face. "For every skill you learn, I'll strip."

Steve suddenly felt a call to learn guitar that was even stronger than when he was eight.