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Time for a new Jelly, new good vibes! Good luck everyone, it’s gunna be good soon

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There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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The final chapter of Eidolon is out now!

⇢ Read on AO3

Steve’s eyes glide to Eddie’s neck, lingers on the skin there. It’s unblemished. Not even a mole.  Definitely no ligature marks. Steve’s hand instinctively moves to his own neck. He can’t feel them but he knows they’re there. The scars. They’ve faded to a faint pink over the months. Faint enough he can hardly see them himself, but that’s not the case with Eddie because… It’s not really Eddie.

For the Eddie Munson Big Bang. We are Team 001 with @fracturedarkness and @hel-s-art as artists!

Banner by the talented @fracturedarkness @hel-s-art art for this fic can be found here

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Rating: E

Words: 42K

Status: Complete

Tags: Post-Season 4, Science Fiction, Psychological Horror, Eddie Munson Lives (with a twist), Character Death Fix, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, like...a lot of hurt and a lot of comfort, emotional whiplash, Pining, Steve is oblivious as hell, Obsession, Happy Ending, Existentialism, Surreal, Soulmates, Time Travel, Multiverse, Dreamlike

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STRANGER THINGS 5 Volume 1 | Nov. 26th Volume 2 | Dec. 25th The Finale | Dec. 31st

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reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

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what gives you the right?!??

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

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reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

You Could Do Me Next

CCF Spring Break Prompt: Sunscreen | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | CW: Mutual Masturbation | Tags: AU, Beach Meet Cute, Hooking Up

Eddie's standing with his toes in the sand, watching the waves roll in.

"Here, asshole. Do my back," he hears, and feels the bottle of sunscreen hit his ankle.

That fucking hurt, and he hops, shaking out the stinging in his ankle, looking back at Gareth, accusatory. 

"That fucking hurt, you little shit," he says, picking up the bottle and whipping it back at Gareth. 

Gareth shields himself effectively, knocking it back to the sand, "Sorry! Goddamn, calm down, Willie Mays."

"Who the fuck is Willie Mays?"

Gareth picks back up the bottle, and shakes it, "Nevermind. C'mon. Just do it."

Eddie's not terribly inclined to help him right now, but begrudgingly does it. If the kid gets burnt to a crisp, they'll all suffer. 

He squirts a glob of sunscreen onto Gareth's back and half-assedly rubs it in, resisting the urge to miss spots on purpose.

"There. Done," Eddie says.

"Willie Mays. The best arm in baseball," says a voice from behind him.

Eddie turns around, ready to snap at this asshole for eavesdropping, but the dude keeps talking:

"You could do me next, if this is a service you're offering."

Eddie looks.

Goddamn. There's a gorgeous guy a few feet behind him, stretched out on a towel, head propped up on his arms. When Eddie stares, he pushes his sunglasses up to reveal teasing brown eyes.

Eddie lets his eyes rake down his body, taking in the miles of tan skin, and the multitude of moles that dot his back, his arms. His cheek.

"Well, you do have a lot of moles. Might be a good idea to protect those," Eddie says, and Gareth snorts a laugh. Eddie reaches out his already sore ankle, kicking at him.

Eddie lowers himself to his knees next to this bold guy, and takes in the sleeping girl next to him, "If your girlfriend won't mind, that is."

"Best friend," the guy corrects, and hands over his own bottle of sunscreen. It's fancier than the shit Gareth had. "She fell asleep and I don't want to burn."

"Best friends are pains in the ass," Eddie agrees, ignoring Gareth's protest from behind him.

"I'm Eddie," Eddie says, "thought maybe we should be formally introduced before I start rubbing you down."

The guy laughs, and goddamn, he's really attractive. 

"Smart. That's smart. I'm Steve," he says, smiling.

Steve. Eddie might already love Steve, and he just met him five seconds ago. He definitely wants to invite him back to the hotel room, that's for damn sure. 

Eddie squirts the sunscreen on his fingers, and this feels straight out of a goddamn porno. Fingers gliding against all that sun-warmed skin, until Steve moans. 

"Goddamn you," Eddie whispers, and Steve giggles, knowing exactly what he's doing. 

"We could rub each other down in private," Steve offers, rolling over onto his back on his towel. The first thing Eddie looks at is all that dark chest hair, and the second is the obviously growing bulge in his trunks. Oh, this is definitely a live-action, right in front of him, porno. 

"I could be persuaded," Eddie says, but he's already moving to stand, but so is Steve. Brushing sand off his arms, his legs, then he's off. Headed away from the shore.

"Wake Robin in an hour, if she burns we all die!" Steve yells at Gareth.

"You owe me!" Gareth yells as Eddie runs up the beach, following Steve, who keeps looking back at him, making sure Eddie's following.

He definitely is.

Eddie lays his head on Steve's knee, his hand wrapped around Steve's beautiful dick. It's thick, and feels so fucking good in his hand. 

Steve's jerking him slowly at the same time, and Eddie's never enjoyed a handjob so much in his fucking life. Looking up at Steve, his eyes darting from Steve's cock, to Steve's face, to Steve hand working Eddie's own cock. 

Usually, Eddie would just prefer to drop to his knees, but this is good. So good, and he's glad he followed Steve's lead. 

Eddie's close, tensing, before coming on his own belly with a whimpered sigh. His hand stalling briefly on Steve's dick as he rides the wave of his orgasm.

Steve's hand is still lightly jacking him, working him through it, but staying low, away from the sensitive head. It feels good, intense, but still good, and he picks back up the pace on Steve's cock, determined to get him there, too.

Eddie watches his hand sliding up and down, running his palm up over the head, and back down the shaft, as Steve breathes heavily through his nose.

Eddie wants to hear him. Wants to make him fall apart into a million pieces here on the crisp, white hotel sheets.

And he does. Eddie feels Steve's dick harden, as he lets out a low, long moan as he comes, thick ropes painting the hair on his belly, some shooting up and catching him in the chest hair.

Goddamn. Jesus Christ. 

Eddie wants to climb on top of him, rub all over him, smearing it between them. Wants to lick it up. Wants to open Steve up on his fingers, and then slide inside. 

"Fuck, that was good," Steve says, and Eddie grins.

"Damn right," Eddie says, hand moving down to stroke Steve's hairy thigh. 

And they lay there in the afterglow for a few minutes, coming down from the high. It was thrilling, Eddie hasn't picked up a stranger in a long fucking time. Well, he's pretty sure he still hasn't. Steve picked him up, undoubtedly.

"I'm gross," Steve says, hand wiping through his own come, "this, and the sand."

And Eddie thinks he's about to be sent on his merry way, which is totally fine. This was awesome, he won't get greedy.

"Wanna take a shower?" Steve asks, mischief dancing in those gorgeous eyes.

And all Eddie can do is nod. He'll stay as long as Steve will have him, no question.

"Good, I'm not done with you."

If you want to write your own, or see more entries, check out @corrodedcoffinfest to read takes on Spring Break prompts, or to offer up your own!

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it’s 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead they’re all dead

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