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STRANGER THINGS 3.02 | Chapter Two: The Mall Rats

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ƎᗡISԀՈ DOWN

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First ‘I love you’s

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back on my sleepy boys agenda

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The New Ride 🚙

Slightly based off of the ‘69 Oldsmobile 442 my dad had when I was growing up. Such a gorgeous car 😩👌

This will be the Steddie print choice this month for my Acid Rain tier! [ Patreon ]

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Bitchy Steve Harrington Stranger Things 4

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STEVE HARRINGTON Stranger Things | 4.01: The Hellfire Club

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lucas and steve friendship means a lot to me

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STEDDIE UNDERDOG MAY CALENDAR

A new month is here!! Time for more challenges, themes, and writer's spotlights!!

Upcoming Challenge Mondays:

5/6 -- Fics with five chapters (complete)

5/13 -- Fics that have playlists

5/20 -- Fics with 20 comments

5/27 -- Fics with ~300 hits

Upcoming Writer's Wednesdays:

5/1 -- @punkslovepoints

5/8 -- @wynnyfryd

5/15 -- @capriciouslyterminal

5/22 -- @sidekick-hero

5/29 -- @penny00dreadful

Upcoming Theme Weekends:

5/11 - 5/12 -- Kid Fic

5/25 - 5/26 -- Friends to Lovers

The Last Friday of every month will have a new calendar release!

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Joe Keery as STEVE HARRINGTON STRANGER THINGS 2 2x09 “Chapter Nine: The Gate”

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bro u knocked over his drink

read this fic that goes with this art!!

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my favorite flavor of steddie is like, eddie who is on the cusp of unhealthily obsessed with steve like if you angle it a certain way it would be Toxic™ but it's like a true and sweet enough love that it just falls short like he's not controlling and manipulative and he can do his own thing without steve but his brain is just STEVE STEVE STEVE in the background the whole time. and then you have steve who is looking at eddie like he's the coolest thing in the world, and LOVES eddie, but like in such a lovely mundane way like he daydreams about holding eddie's hand and cooking him breakfast and picking out curtains and planning a fall wedding for them kind of love.

just steve who deserves to be someone's first choice no matter what and eddie who deserves someone who looks at him like he's a regular person who deserves a normal life and chooses every single day to love eddie no matter what

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he’s just so bitchy oh my god i’m in love with him

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read this fic for steve losing his fucking mind

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You played guitar, right? Still do. Still do. You should come see us. 

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Eddie surviving and going to see The Princess Bride when it comes out in 1987—and it’s a tentative thing, still, between him and Steve; they haven’t named it, but their hands still brush in the space between their seats, and really if Eddie were pushed, he’d say that they both know exactly what they’re heading towards, that they’re just floating between the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. That’s fine by him; they have time now, so much of it.

And the movie is charming and funny, but it’s not the romance or adventure that hits Eddie in the chest. It comes on unexpectedly, every time there’s a scene with the man reading to his grandson who’s sick in bed: suddenly Eddie can feel the softness of the bedsheets he had when he was young, when the move to Wayne’s was still raw and difficult, and it’s Wayne who’s reading to him softly, back when stories of things turning out fine were all Eddie had.

“Let’s see… where were we?” the grandfather mutters, and Eddie laughs because he can hear so much of Wayne in it, that gentle, wry humour. “Oh, yes. In the Pit of Despair.”

Eddie laughs again, choked. He’s clawed his way out of that damned pit so many times. His breathing catches at the thought that it’s been over a year since the deepest pit of them all, when Eddie once thought that the walls were far too high to climb.

“Woah, hey,” Steve whispers, “what’s wrong?”

Eddie shakes his head, smiling. “N-nothing.”

Their row is empty, and in the dark Steve reaches out, fingertips gently brushing underneath Eddie’s eye. They come away wet.

And Steve gives a little shushing noise, so that only they can hear, and it’s him who makes the leap, easily turning the page into the new chapter.

To some people Eddie’s first kiss would mean nothing at all—in their eyes, a chaste peck of comfort in a movie theatre would be just a speck in the grand history of the kiss itself. But for Eddie, it leaves them all behind.

“Farm boy,” he murmurs, when the movie’s over, smiling because the great, terrible story is done, and he is here; he is here. “Take me home?”

Steve smiles back, winks out the corner of his eye. “As you wish.”