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💫 NEW SOFT STEDDIE for your Sunday pleasure. You’re Light Years Away. Fiction inspired by the ever wonderful LogieDraws (@logiedraws - IG)

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“What’s on your mind man?” Eddie takes a slow drag from his cigarette. Steve notices the angle of his jawline and the way his cheeks pull in as his plush lips purse around the thin paper as he inhales. He looks down at Steve, who’s got his head in Eddie’s lap.

You. Always. You. Steve thinks. “Hmmm?” He hums instead.

Eddie softly snorts. “You’ve got that far away look again Harrington.” His eyes are tender. They linger on Steve’s long enough to make his heart palpitate.

“Do I?” Steve asks playfully and Eddie turns his head. Steve doesn’t know if it’s because he’s shy or indifferent. With Eddie it’s always hard to tell. One thing he knows is that he always felt aimless once Eddie’s eyes stopped holding his.

Steve shifts his head a bit in Eddie’s lap, playing it cool. Like being around Eddie didn’t always make him question his whole life. He takes a slow drag from his own cigarette and lets the smoke drift from his lips.

And then Eddie is gently combing his fingers through Steve’s hair and the earth stills if only for a moment. His mind quiets. He leans his head into Eddie’s touch and closes his eyes.

Eddie looks down again, his eyes shining warmly against the soft evening light. Steve’s eyes flutter open just in time to catch the gentle pull of Eddie’s dimples.

“You know, you can tell me anything. You know that right?” Eddie’s voice is smoke rough, and Steve can’t ignore the way it vibrates down his chest and into his hips.

“Yeah, I – I know.” Steve fumbles.

“Okay.” Eddie smiles. “So what’s on your mind Steve?”

Steve goes quiet, his words caught in his throat, unable to catch up with his feelings. So he points up at the sky.

“Hey, is that the little dipper?” He asks in a futile way to change the subject.

Eddie squints back up at the sky and chuckles. “Actually that’s the big dipper. See over there?” He points his finger further north, and Steve’s eyes follow Eddie’s hand and all his chunky rings. “That’s the little dipper.”

“Oh yeah.” Steve sighs. “I see it now.” He smiles.

Eddie hums. “Yeah. Just a couple hundred light years away,” he says, smiling softly at the sky.

He returns his hand back to Steve’s hair and turns to look at him.

They watch each other in silence and it’s not awkward. It’s almost understanding. Eddie shifts his hand and gently runs his thumb down Steve’s cheek. His breath studders.

“Shit man, I might be way off base here.” Eddie says. His voice a little shaky. “Fuck, I really hope I’m not.”

Eddie caresses his cheek once more and bends low, moving carefully, watching Steve with lustrous eyes. He trails his finger along Steve’s jawline and ever so softly drags his thumb down his lower lip and to his chin, like Steve was the most delicate thing he’s ever touched.

Maybe he was.

Steve’s breath catches. He tilts his chin up, his lips part. Eddie’s curls tickle across his face, shrouding his dark features in shadow but Steve still catches the moment of hesitation in his eyes.

So Steve reaches up and pulls Eddie’s face closer. Their mouths whisper against each other. Their breaths meld together. Eddie lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes. Steve pulls him in closer and their mouths meet for the first time.

It feels like home.

It feels infinite.

Like two stars side-by-side.

Just a hundred light years away.

- END -

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A little STEDDIE COZY for your lazy Sunday. The lovely and amazing @logiedraws kindly allowed me to take their inspiring art and create a little scene. 🍂✨

‘TIL MORNING:

It had been this way for weeks, maybe months.

Steve rapping gently against Eddie’s bedroom window in the night.

At first Eddie doesn’t understand why he chose his place to crash – but he also didn’t mind it. He’d always let Steve ramble on about whatever was on his mind which was almost always after some fight he had with his date or some failed date. Eddie never complained. He’d just softly pluck the strings of his guitar and pause every now and then to tell Steve he deserved better.

Because he did.

Sometimes they smoke weed. Sometimes they’d watch scary movies on the piece of shit TV Eddie has set up in his room – the one where the image got staticky, and they’d have to bang on the side of it to clear it.

Eddie basked in the idea of having Steve so close. Took pride in the fact that he took comfort in his space.

On this cold November night in the Munson trailer things were no different.

Until Steve dropped a bomb on Eddie.

He’d asked him if he could stay ‘til morning.

He’d asked Eddie to keep him warm.

“I like it here Eddie.” Steve hummed as he pulled the metal head to his side and pulled Eddie’s arm around him. “I like you.” He murmured as he started to drift off.

Eddie pulled Steve closer to his chest, pressed a kiss to the back of his head. Breathing deeply, he inhaled the sweet smell of Steve’s hair and the subtle scent of his cologne.

And he smiled to himself, holding onto Steve – ‘til morning.

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🎄STEDDIE HOLIDAY GOODNESS ✨❄️ Story below - a gift for @logiedraws and my profound appreciation to them as an artist. 🤍

Eddie waited.

Under the dust of white.

And amid the cold snapping against the tip of his nose.

He waited.

And he shivered.

For the last bus of Christmas Eve to arrive.

And when he saw him.

The messy mop of golden locks speckled in flakes of snow - his face warmed.

His cheeks dimpled as he watched his love bound over toward the landing.

A smiling beaming so tender Eddie’s heart stilled.

He ran to him.

Falling into a tight embrace.

Eddie took a deep breath - inhaling the sweet scent of apple blossom shampoo and spicy cologne.

He was home.

Steve was home.

His love pulled away just enough to gaze into Eddie’s eyes. They were wet.

Steve stroked his thumb subtly against Eddie’s chin and pulled him in for a chaste kiss.

“Would you love me for a thousand Christmases?” He whispered against his lips.

“And for a thousand more baby.” Eddie said.

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Help! I can’t stop writing about these two beautiful characters! 😬

I hope you enjoy this short, fluffy Steddie!

(Beautiful artwork by - @logiedraws on IG & TWT as inspiration only. All credit goes to the artist).

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Eddie can see Steve watching him out of his peripheral and he smiles to himself.

It’s Friday night and they’ve got nothing to do. So they lay on Steve’s floor and look up at the ceiling as the rain hits the window outside and the record player gently hums. It’s Fleetwood Mac and Eddie made the selection, mainly because he knows it’s one of Steve’s favorites.

They aren’t drunk or high. They’re just addicted to being in each other’s space.

Eddie senses a feeling of anticipation coming from Steve. A buzzing. He turns his head to him. Looks at him curiously.

Steve smiles, takes Eddie’s hand. Kisses his knuckles and sits up, pulling Eddie to his feet with a mischievous grin.

Eddie lifts his eyebrow and Steve pulls him along.

Down the stairs.

Through the kitchen.

And opens the sliding door.

The rain comes down steadily.

Eddie releases Steve’s hand and pulls back with a frown. Steve continues through the threshold and turns around to him. He raises his hand and juts his chin in the direction behind him, a soft gesture of come with me.

Eddie makes a face and reluctantly takes his hand, and they trot out into the pouring rain.

Steve turns around, his eyes shining in the moonlight as he beams at Eddie. He takes off his shirt.

Eddie’s gaze falls to Steve’s chest and down the rest of his body. A delicate smirk pulling on his lips.

Steve walks up to him. Smiles softly and raises Eddie’s shirt over his head. A shiver goes down Eddie’s spine as the cold drops hit his body.

They lock hands and before Eddie can react, Steve pulls them into the pool.

Eddie is immediately grateful that the pool is heated and as he comes up to the surface, flipping his wet dark locks behind his head.

Steve is pulling him close. The rain hits the water and makes it sing. Eddie squeezes Steve’s waist and watches the droplets fall down the younger man’s face.

There’s a look in Steve’s eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen before. Something that feels like eagerness and hesitation. Eddie pulls him closer. Kisses the tip of Steve’s nose.

Eddie is taken by the way their bodies feel holding each other under water. How soft and delicate their touch is.

Steve looks up, opens his mouth to catch the rain. In the distance there’s a low rumble of thunder. His gaze returns to Eddie’s, who has been subtly holding his breath as he marvels at the man in front of him.

Steve pulls away and splashes at Eddie playfully while swimming away. The metal head swims after him, reaching for his leg but Steve is too fast, and he falters and gets a splash in his face instead.

They play roughly for a moment until Steve catches Eddie’s wrist and presses him against the wall. Eddie tries to catch his breath. The rain is coming down harder and Eddie blinks rapidly as it get it out of his eyes.

Their chests are pressed together. Eddie could swear he could feel Steve’s heartbeat thrumming along with his. Steve stares at him pointedly. Opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something and then stops himself. Instead he leans in so softly and takes Eddie’s mouth in his.

His kiss is gentle. Intentional. It heats up Eddie’s insides.

He pulls away softly. Searches Eddie’s face and looks him in the eye.

“Hey.” The younger man says quietly.

Eddie smooths his hand tenderly over some of Steve’s hair that has fallen into his eye.

Steve catches Eddie’s hand and takes it into his. Kisses his knuckles and traces little kisses up Eddie’s arm, sucking in the drops of water along the way. Eddie shivers.

There’s that look again that Eddie can’t quite place and as he’s trying to figure it out Steve suddenly smiles so softly at him it nearly makes Eddie buoyant.

“I’m in love with you.” Steve breaths.

Eddie’s eyes go wide. It’s the first time he’s ever heard those words muttered by anyone. But the fact that Steve Harrington just said them nearly stops his heart.

Eddie crashes their lips together in a deep kiss. When he pulls away he tries to speak but only manages to choke out a cry. Steve face washes with worry.

Eddie’s shoulders drop as he lets out a heavy exhale and looks up at Steve with a resigned, soft smile. He tightens his arms around him. The rain sings louder around them.

“It’s scandalous how much I love you baby.” He whispers to him.

Eddie can’t see it in the rain, but there are big hot tears streaming down Steve’s face. He presses a kiss to Eddie’s soft lips, a weak laugh hitches in his throat as he smiles against them.

Their bodies begin to tremble. The cold settling into their bones.

“Let’s go inside.” Steve says hungrily.

That night they create their own thunder and lightning in the safety of their arms.

~ END

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