Steve: If you die, I die.
Dustin: If you die, I die.
Eddie, throwing hands: Shut up! It's Mario Kart, no one dies in Mario Kart!!

Kiana Khansmith

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Steve: If you die, I die.
Dustin: If you die, I die.
Eddie, throwing hands: Shut up! It's Mario Kart, no one dies in Mario Kart!!
sorry but every time dustin and steve talk about eddie’s death it’s like steddie is almost on the tip of their tongues. like steve is inching closer and closer to just being like, “and now he’s gone and i never got to tell him how i felt!!!!” like just let my guy cry over his lost love at this point.
Well, we’re just always partners, okay? STEVE HARRINGTON and DUSTIN HENDERSON in STRANGER THINGS
FFXVI "You're alive. We both are. Nothing else matters."
I'm a bit too obsessed with FFXVI at the moment :'3
Who put this man in fancy garb, beads, and tassels? I need to talk.
Character Development (Steddie)
“If I were you… I would get her back.”
Steve snaps suddenly out of his trance—Eddie’s a pretty boy to look at. Dangerously so. In fact, half of this conversation has gone completely over his head, which is probably why he’s misinterpreted it completely.
“Hold on—pause,” he says, perplexed, “We’re not flirting?” They stop walking in unison, Eddie freezing out of shock, Steve anticipating it. Eddie looks at him, wide eyed, jaw going slack and then taught like he can’t decide which conveys his surprise better.
“I… what?”
“I was just making eyes at you,” Steve says, and then groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God damn it, I’ve really lost my touch.”
“No!” Eddie exclaims quickly, “Ah, no.” He’s flustered. Steve sees the flush in his face—he’s not trying to hide it. “No it’s… it’s working. I just didn’t think… you’re into guys?” Steve shrugs.
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
They stand there awkwardly for a moment, and then Eddie bumps his shoulder into Steve’s and they continue walking, easing out of the tension.
“So… how long?”
“How long what?”
“Have you known?” Eddie clarifies, and Steve notices their knuckles are brushing between them. He gazes up at Rob and Nancy, who are blissfully unaware.
“Well… someone came out to me recently so I started looking into it, called my uncle—man, that was an awkward conversation.”
“Your uncle?”
“Oh—he’s gay—has a partner and stuff. They live in California and we visited sometimes when my parents still took me places, you know.” Eddie blinks at him, nodding his head a little bit, but doesn’t look like he’s fully comprehending anything Steve’s saying at all. Steve takes a turn bumping Eddie’s shoulder, thinking maybe it’ll jolt awake some of those gears in his brain.
Their pinkies hook.
“So… what was the conclusion?” Eddie asks, like he doesn’t already know.
“I’ve had nasty thoughts about Harrison Ford way too many times to be straight,” Steve admits cheekily, “He said I’m bi, I guess. It means—“
“I know what it means, Steve.” Steve grins at him, a little sheepish, and Eddie smiles back, something soft and personal. It’s an expression Steve hasn’t seen him make yet, even with all his damn theatrics. To be fair, Steve’s growing quite fond of those theatrics, premature as it might be.
“So, go on,” Steve teases, “What were you saying about me getting back with my ex?
“Hmm, I don’t recall saying anything like that,” Eddie responds.
“Oh really?”
“Really. In fact, that’s a terrible idea. Bad for character development.” Steve laughs then—fully laughs—a sound that must be revolutionary for the Upside Down. No one has ever laughed here, no way.
“Character development?”
“Indeed.”
Steve can’t breathe anymore. Not around Eddie. Not when he looks like that, completely at ease, cigarette between his lips, smoke in his face and in his hair, eyes closed. Allowing Steve to look. To stare. To see.
Allowing him to feel the way his heart picks up its rapid beat against his rib cage, to feel the lump forming in his throat, and that tingling sensation to travel from his fingertips to his palm where he imagines touching his hand to Eddie’s face, tucking that one stubborn strand of hair behind his ear, and then keep it there. His hand against Eddie’s cheek. Thumb stroking gentle patterns until Eddie’s eyes catch his, catch the meaning behind his stare, behind the way he can’t look away, can never look away, and—
Lean in. Lean his forehead against Eddie’s. Breathe him in. Inch closer, torturously slow but clear in his intention. Smile before he even gets there, before he feels those lips agains his own, claiming them in a kiss.
No, not claiming. Asking. Offering. Treasuring.
It makes him tingle, that thought. That all-encompassing thought that keeps him from sleeping, keeps him from focusing at work, keeps him even from listening to Eddie’s words right now. Those lips are moving, spreading into a grin and then a laugh, and—
“Steve.”
He blinks out of his love-crazed stupor and looks at a beautiful, smiling, delighted Eddie. Steve wants to trace that smile with his lips.
“Hm?”
Eddie blows out the smoke and smiles impossibly wider. “What is it, huh? What’s got you looking like that?”
Don’t you know? Can’t you see? Aren’t I the most obvious person on this planet? Won’t you see me?
“Nothing,” he rasps, falling back onto the grass, looking up at the purple sky above them.
Eddie doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make him talk like he usually would. He just takes another drag of his cigarette, and hums, looking up as well — allowing Steve to watch again. He always does that. He never looks back. Never looks at Steve like that.
Won’t you see me?
Steve wants to reach out. Eddie’s ankle is right there, his chin resting on his knee, looking like he’s in deep thought. Or just serene. Either way, completely oblivious to the yearning that tears Steve in half and makes him want to wrap his hand around Eddie’s foot. Just to touch. Just to be there.
But he can’t.
He can’t.
And maybe there’s nothing to see anyway. He exhales, wishing for his feelings to disappear right along with the air in his lungs.
But they don’t. They won’t. They can’t.
you know that feeling when your nipples get all scrunched up? that, but it’s all along my chest and i don’t have nipples
Oh boy I sure hope my good friend Jonathan Harker has a much better time on his business trip this year than he did last year.
Loving Top Gun is not about loving Tom Cruise or the military.
It’s about loving bisexual men, lesbians, dilfs and mustaches. Why can people not understand this?
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AU - Arthur returns
prodigal son.
a sort of epilogue for God of War Ragnarok, since I miss these two so much.
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I love those little mushroom thing lol no spoilerr pls, I haven’t finished the game!
God of War Ragnarok? I think you mean
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Favourite part of God of War: Ragnarok is when a character is having a dramatic moment of great personal growth and significance and Kratos is just standing there in the background dutifully holding up a severed head so it can get a good view.