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There is a man in the woods behind Steve’s building.

At least, he thinks it’s a man.

He’s been there every night for the past two weeks. Watching and waiting. Only an outline, a shadow somehow in the dark night. Steve hoped rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and sliding on his glasses will help puzzle together the features of a man, but it’s a lost cause. He hopes blinking a few times, will make the nightmare fade away. It doesn’t.

There is a man in the woods, and each night Steve thinks he gets closer.

Tonight, the light from the street lamps that illuminate the sides of the building sprinkle around back, dips of soft light touching the tips of leaves, and the pale skin of a hand.

Steve thinks about going downstairs, knocking on his friendly neighbor’s door. Robin, he thinks her name is. He wonders if she’s seen the man in the woods. Maybe she will know what to do.

Steve sees the man’s hand twitch.

No, he won’t get Robin. It’s not that Steve doesn’t think she won’t believe him. He has a strange feeling she would believe him in an instant. No—Steve doesn’t want to risk dragging her into whatever mess awaits him. If she hasn’t seen, maybe it’s for the better.

Because there is a man in the woods, and he is the closest he’s ever been.

And Steve knows, as he sees the glimmer of a perfect white teeth, that the man brings nothing but pain.

There is a man in the woods behind Steve’s apartment. So he shuts the blinds, and goes to sleep.

Steve doesn’t know if it hopes he won’t return, or he’ll finally come through his unlocked window.

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I wonder if you look both ways (when you cross my mind) will be updated this week, since i finally have some time off. <3

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I turn 25 in a few hours…idk how to feel about that.

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aaaahhh I miss working with you 🧡🫶

And even after two months since I posted it, Sneaking a peek (my Reverse Big Bang fic result of the collaboration with the super talented @imfinereallyy) is still getting very nice comments 😭

Thank you so much 💜🫂

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Steve Harrington is a gold jewelry man. I will be taking no questions at this time.

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I love that as a fandom we all basically agree that Steve should wash Eddie's hair.

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@astrangersummer Week 3: Hugs & Flowers

See their roadtrip of '86 so far here

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someone stop me, I have been fighting the urge to write a religious trauma steddie fic for weeks, specifically Steve having religious trauma. Someone stop me, the brain worms are rooted in my brain.

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what's your steddie headcanon that you are just convinced is canon at this point?

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Steve finds love in clean sheets.

He comes home on a Wednesday night to his, Robin’s, and Eddie’s apartment, exhausted. They are packed in like sardines in the place; Robin gets a room to herself, having the space to create her own identity. But Eddie and Steve share a room and do so without much complaint.

They both want her happy.

They are friends, so it’s normal to share a room. It’s probably less normal to share a bed—but the space is small and they have so many things, so sharing a full bed is easier than squeezing twins into corners.

Steve doesn’t mind it being so close to Eddie. Thinks he should be worried about that feeling, but finds he isn’t bothered at all.

Their habits rarely butt heads, their organization skills somehow meet in the middle, and Steve doesn’t care how Eddie decorates as long he’s okay with the nail bat placed under the bed.

The only thing that is a problem that really isn’t much of a problem, is the bed sheets. Sometimes, Eddie forgets, so Steve’s taken it upon himself to change them. It’s not that he doesn’t like the smell of Eddie that lingers. It smells of a home he didn’t know he had on a warm summer day.

But after work, especially on hard days, Steve likes to shower and bury himself beneath clean sheets. The cold, smooth texture rubbing against he legs, the fresh linen scent feeling up his nose.

Steve doesn’t think Eddie notices; he is almost positive, and even if he did, he wouldn’t bat an eye. So Steve changes his sheets every five days or so, more often than really necessary.

Until this Wednesday night.

Steve isn’t having a good day—in fact, he would categorize it as one of his worst yet. Work was hell, and nothing was going his way. Steve walks into the apartment to see Robin and Eddie on the couch, and all Steve wants is to shower and crawl into a clean bed.

The problem is, though—the day from hell has actually been the week from hell, and Steve realizes he hasn’t changed his sheets in a week.

Steve groans as he heads towards the shower, ignoring the curious look from his friends. He begrudgingly accepts his fate—a dirty bed in exchange for an early sleep. Steve bangs his head on the bathroom wall.

Steve exits, and moves to his room to throw on boxers and a tshirt he almost sure is Eddie’s.

Then, he lifts the blankets and snuggles inside only to realize—the sheets feel amazing. They feel clean.

Steve glances down at them, realizes they are the flower sheets Eddie hates—replacing the dark grey ones that had been there this morning.

Steve knows undoubtedly that Eddie is the one who changed them. Steve could write it off as Eddie finally remembering a chore, but he can’t lie to his heart.

It knows Eddie did this for him.

Steve lets out a huge sigh of relief as he sinks down into the clean sheets, the smell of linen wafted through the air with hints of Eddie’s cologne from his shirt.

Steve snuggles into the bed—taking Eddie’s pillow instead of his own, and falls asleep to the steady thought that Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson.

It’s the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had.

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eeby steeby n ebbie bebe

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"Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch. Out of focus, eye to eye, 'till gravity's too much."

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Thank you all once again for trusting the process with me.

I am in love with this piece. A Red concept brought to life.

They feel, they know. Yet confessing makes it real. Something to act upon. But as long as they are silent they get to stretch the unspoken truth between them. Both an abyss and a bridge to cross through. A bright light they both choose not to look at, and neither the perfectly shaped shadow of their bodies standing so close they look like one. Light butterfly touches that need no justification. Sharing warmth, and gazes, secretive smiles under the wing of the autumn, where the decay and decadence of perishable life feels a lot too much like a foreshadowing of their untold story.

But they feel.

And they know.

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Either Steve doesn't like the photo or the term 🤔

But Eddie definitely likes to annoy him by wearing clothes like that :D

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“Trying to steal the spotlight, Harrington?”

“No, baby, I figured we could share it.”

from “Cut It Loose, Watch You Work The Room” by @wormdebut | art by @doomcheese

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MERRY CHRISTMAS WORMY 😘🎄😘🎄😘 @messessentialist and i know how much you love doom’s art so we commissioned her to draw the kiss scene for you sorry we drooled all over your present lmfao

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Cuddling 💞

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More fun in here!

(And believe me, there's more fun in there)

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The King 👑, The Demon 😈

Rolling Stone Magazine Cover 🤘🏾🎸