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Most Recent Stranger Things fic (I have so many that I just decided to put the most recent one at the top now): Daisies

Summary:

He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe.

And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand.

A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time.

====== When Steve wakes up choking on flowers, Eddie thinks that it might be the end.

It turns out to be just the beginning.

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Tags I use so you can block or look:

#I can't find my old one #and I don't liek it anymore so #new one!#pinned

steddieunderdogfics

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @hbyrde36! @hbyrde36/hbyrde has 54 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 53 of them are in the Steddie tag.

@eternal-sunflowers (tumblr) recommends the following works by hbyrde:

Not (A) Cinderella (Story)

Ye Olde Meet-Cute

Save A Mechanical Bull, Blow A Cowboy

Your Dasher Is Nearby

Fuggi Regal Fantasima

Holly is an absolutely amazing author. I adore all of her writing so much! She really captures the essence of steddie so so well. Her writing varies, too, across genres, which I absolutely love. Seriously, I'm in awe of her ability to create these beautiful worlds that are so distinct. She's uplifting to other writers and she's incredibly kind. She's actually one of the writers who inspired me to start writing and sharing more of my own work :) so, I'm personally grateful for her beautiful, warm soul.

-- eternal-sunflowers (tumblr)

Below the cut, @hbyrde36 answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

#EVERYONE GO READ HOLLY THINGS RIGHT NOWWWWWWW

holly-wheeler

this is overly specific but I do very much believe that post-s5 max is the type to make jokes about her death/coma situation and that at a certain point lucas has to have a heart-to-heart with her where he's like. hey dude/sweetheart I'm not trying to tell you what to do but that was actually the worst and most traumatic time of my life and every time you joke about your death I remember that time where you were Actually Dead In My Arms And Then Unresponsive For Over A Year so could you maybe. cool it a little with that when you're around me please. and max is like 😳

blipblot

Security is a Bitch

Steddie // Modern AU // Meet Ugly // 2,447k words

“Badge for security clearance, please.”

The man stops in front of Steve, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he looks Steve up and down. Steve continues to chew his gum, giving the man a bored look before blowing a bubble and letting it pop.

“Um, I’m Eddie,” Eddie, apparently, places a hand on his own chest like that’s explanation enough. “Eddie Munson?”

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve swaps the gum from one side of his mouth to the other. “Badge for security clearance, please.”

“I don’t have a badge, dude,” Eddie chuckles awkwardly. “Badges are for assistants and technicians. I’m a performer. If I do have a badge, it’s likely in the green room. I'll tell you what, let me through and I’ll gladly hunt it down for you.”

Steve stops Eddie from moving forward by placing two finger tips on his sternum, gently pushing him back. He blows another bubble, holding back a grin as he watches Eddie’s eye twitch like he can’t believe Steve’s audacity.

“No badge for security clearance, no entrance to the venue,” Steve explains flatly as he drops his hand away. “Sorry dude, them’s the breaks.”

“But I’m a prefor-”

“Even "performers" need badges to gain access backstage,” Steve uses his fingers to make air quotes before crossing his arms back over his chest. “Please make your way down to the front entrance and take it up with the head office if you want.”

Eddie stands there, stunned before laughing with disbelief.

“But I’m Eddie,” Eddie throws his hands up. “This is ridiculous, I’m headlining this fucking show!”

“And I’m Steve,” Steve tilts his head to the side, widening his eyes and talking slowly like he’s speaking to someone particularly stupid. “Steve with security. Which means if you don’t have a badge for security clearance, I can’t let you in. Simple math, Eddie.”

“It’s obvious you don’t know this, and that’s fine, but I’m kind of a big deal around here,” Eddie squints at Steve, his smile sarcastic. “Like I said, I’m headlining this show and I really need to get back there so I can get ready for the performance tonight. Surely you’ve heard of the headliner for the show you’re working on since you take your job so seriously.”

“Of course,” Steve says, his face indifferent. “His name is Kas. He plays with Corroded Coffin, who are all already backstage. I swiped their badges earlier. Nice guys.”

“I know they’re nice guys, they’re my band, and that’s my stage name,” Eddie grits out. “Which I would love to prove to you but you have to let me back there in order to do that.”

Steve doesn’t respond, continuing to chew his gum while Eddie scrubs at his face out of frustration.

“Under different circumstances, this little bitchy indifference act would really work on me but as it stands I actually need to get back stage so I can do my fucking job.”

“No badge, no-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, thank you so much,” Eddie interrupts him, waving him off. “You’re an immovable pillar of securital integrity, your parents must be very proud.”

Steve feels expression tighten slightly, not dignifying Eddie with a response as Eddie continues glares up at him.

“Who even added you onto the security team? I don’t remember seeing you before tonight,” Eddie squints at Steve suspiciously. “See, I take pride in knowing everyone on my team. It’s a courtesy thing.”

“Dustin Henderson added me tonight because someone called out sick and I owed him a favor,” Steve explains boredly, privately mourning the loss of flavor in his gum. He’d have to grab a new stick as soon as he got rid of this persistent weirdo. “He’s the head technician and an old friend of mine. Since it’s your team and you know everyone, why don’t you just give them a call and have someone grab your badge for you?”

“That-” Eddie responds hotly, pointing a finger in Steve’s face before hesitating as soon as he’s taken in what Steve’s said. “-is a great idea, actually. Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?”

Steve quirks an eyebrow, continuing to chew his hardened, dull gum as he watches Eddie fish around in his pockets for his phone.

Eddie pats his front pockets and then the back ones, grumbling to himself as his eyebrows furrow. His expression turns frantic as he slaps his palms over the decorated vest he’s wearing. He checks the inner pockets of the vest before dropping his hands back down to his pants pockets again.

Steve swallows his gum and shifts his weight from one hip to the other, his eyebrow raising even higher as Eddie continues feeling around for a phone that’s clearly not there.

“...Okay, so the thing is, I might have left my phone on-”

“Look, man,” Steve interrupts with a tired huff. “It’s clear that you really want to get back there so this band must mean a lot to you, which I can appreciate. But this is not the way to go about this. The Corroded Coffin guys seem like good dudes, I’m sure they’ll make an appearance at the stage door tonight after the show if you wanted to get some merch signed. But my friends are working on this show and I’m not going to let some random guy back there and potentially put people I care about in danger, okay?”

Eddie’s face falls from angry to sheepishly and guilty.

“Okay,” Eddie says with a tone of defeat. “Okay, that's fair. I have to hand it to you, you’re really good at your job, Steve. Normally, I would appreciate and commend you for but right now it’s kind of fucking up my whole evening.”

“Sorry,” Steve says with a small shrug. “Dustin would never let me hear the end of it if I messed this up for him. This job means the world to him.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty good at it too. Don’t tell him I said that though, he’ll turn into such a smug little bastard,” Eddie says with a forlorn sigh before his eyes widen with realization. “Wait! Dustin! You said he’s your friend, right?”

“Right,” Steve raises an eyebrow.

“Which means you have his phone number, right?”

“Right,” Steve says again, his expression turning guarded. “It would be weird if I didn’t. It’s not like pen pals are super in these days.”

Eddie lets out a cackle of success, leaning into Steve’s space with a wide grin.

“Let me borrow your phone. I’ll call him and prove I’m not some freak groupie,” Eddie’s eyes sparkle with glee and mischief. “Then would you let me backstage, Mister Doorkeep?”

“No,” Steve moves subtly back, his face heating up at Eddie’s close proximity. “Because you still won’t have a badge I can scan. Maybe I would if Dustin came down here and confirmed it but-”

“That’s fine, whatever works,” Eddie interrupts, holding his open hand out in front of him expectantly. “Your mobile device, if you would be so kind?”

Steve stares down at Eddie’s open palm, glancing back up at him with a doubtful grimace.

“Come on, big boy. I won’t run off with it, I promise,” Eddie tilts his head to the side with a teasing grin. “Besides, even if I did you could probably catch me in, like, two seconds. Your thighs are insane, by the way. Do you run track in your spare time?”

“No, I coach a swim team for middle schoolers,” Steve says with an embarrassed frown. “All the flirting in the world isn’t going to save you if you actually run off with my phone, though. I will tackle you to the ground the second I think you’re going to run for it, I’m not kidding.”

“Promise, promises,” Eddie waggles his eyebrows as he watches Steve fetch his phone from his back pocket. “Thanks, Doll. You’re a life saver.”

Steve grumbles under his breath as he watches Eddie type in a number, taking the free moment to fetch his pack of gum out of his pocket. He’s unwrapping a new piece out of its foil when Eddie glances back over at him.

“Ew, dude, did you swallow your gum?” Eddie asks, his nose scrunched up in distaste as the phone rings. “That’s gross.”

“Well, I’m not going to spit it on the ground,” Steve shoots him a look back, stuffing the new stick in his mouth. “That’s gross. I’m not some kind of animal.”

“That gum is going to be in your stomach until you die, you know that right?” Eddie says with a haughty little shimmy of his shoulders. “The coroner will have to pump it out of you someday.”

“What? No way, that’s totally a myth-”

“Dustin!” Eddie cheerfully interrupts Steve as someone picks up. “Hey buddy, can you do me a favor? Tall, broad, and handsome here won’t let me through the stage door without a badge. Will you come grab me?”

Steve watches as Eddie listens to whoever's on the other line.

“I told him that and he politely told me to fuck off,” Eddie glances over at Steve with a grin. “He said he values the safety of his friends or something ridiculous like that. Yeah, he’s a real peach. How long do you think it’ll be before you’re down here? I gotta make it to sound-”

Eddie’s interrupted by the door being yanked open behind Steve.

“-check.” Eddie finishes with a grin, hanging up the phone.

Dustin wheezes breathlessly behind Steve, leaning on the door frame with both arms.

“Holy shit, dude, did you run all the way down here from the sound booth?” Eddie hands his phone back to Steve who moves to the side so they can both stare at Dustin as he tries to catch his breath.

Dustin holds one hand out in front of him in the universal sign of ‘Just one moment please’ as he pulls out an inhaler and squeezes it before breathing in deep.

“Jesus, Dustin,” Steve says, rubbing his back with a concerned frown.

“I’ve been looking for you-” Dustin grits out between wheezes. “-for an hour.”

“Don’t look at me like that, no one told me we added security badges.” Eddie holds up his hands in mock defense.

“Yeah, because you’d lose it and that would be another issue entirely.” Dustin glares up at him before snapping his gaze over to Steve. “And you!-”

“Oh brother, here we go-”

“-What the hell is the matter with you?!” Dustin throws his hands above his head in disbelief. “How could you not know what the lead singer of the band you’re working for looks like?”

“Well, it’s not like I was shown pictures,” Steve huffs back, crossing his arms over his chest with a defensive glare. “They told me no one without a badge can get in so I didn’t let anyone without a badge in. Sorry for doing my job.”

Dustin groans, scrubbing at his face before moving out of the way and jabbing his finger down the hallway.

“You, get to hair and make up-” Dustin glares at Eddie before turning to Steve. “-and you! We’re having words later, so help me god.”

Steve rolls his eyes and turns away, mocking Dustin by repeating him under his breath with a high pitched voice. Eddie stares at him with enamored disbelief.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re perfect?” Eddie leans in close again, his smile growing as Steve looks at him with an annoyed frown. “Now that I can go, I almost want to stay.”

“Lucky me,” Steve says flatly. “And yeah, people call me perfect all the time. Why, did you think you were special for saying so?”

“Steve!” Dustin stares at him with a look that could kill. “What the hell is wrong with you? Come on, Eddie, ignore him.”

Eddie bites his lower lip, staring at Steve for a long moment before holding out his palm expectantly in front of him.

“...What?” Steve shoots a look down at Eddie’s palm. “I’m not giving you any gum after you were so rude about it earlier. Go find your own.”

“I want your phone, Dove,” Eddie explains with a silky voice. “So I can put my number in and call you after the show. I wanna tell you things that’ll make you think I’m real special.”

“Oh, you’re special, alright,” Steve scoffs but digs his phone out of his pocket to hand to Eddie anyway. “Just not the kind of special you think.”

“God, you’re such a bitch,” Eddie says with a pleased little laugh as he types in his number. “What are your thoughts on marriage? There’s a chapel down the street.”

“That’s a synagogue,” Steve rolls his eyes as he takes his phone back. “I’m not Jewish. Are you?”

“No, but it doesn’t matter,” Eddie leans in even closer, incredibly pleased to see blush taking over Steve’s face. “I’d marry you in a gas station parking lot, if you’d let me.”

“Promises, promises,” Steve says back, a light reminder of their flirting earlier. “Don’t you have a show to get to?”

“Well, you told me I couldn’t get in without a badge,” Eddie grips the railing behind Steve with both hands, caging him in. “Guess I’m stuck out here with you until that gets rectified, right?”

“Mm, I did say that didn’t I?” Steve looks down at Eddie through his lashes.

“You sure did,” Eddie licks his lips and leans in closer. “Dustin, will you be a dear and go grab that for me?”

“What? No, it’ll take me, like, thirty minutes to find that stupid thing. I’m not running around backstage just so you two can schmooze-”

“Thanks, pal, you’re a real dear,” Eddie sing songs before reaching out and closing the door in Dustin’s face. “Now, what do you think we can get up to in thirty minutes before the little squirt gets back?”

“Certainly not marriage,” Steve snorts. “That’ll take an hour, at least.”

“How about I tell you I want to get through that door real bad-” Eddie walks his finger tips down Steve’s chest, stopping to tap lightly at his belt buckle. “-and then show you all the things I’d be willing to do to get through it.”

Steve cocks his head to the side with a look of indifference but Eddie can see how heavy his breathing has gotten.

“No badge for security clearance, no entrance to the venue,” Steve says with a low voice, reaching out to tuck a loose curl behind Eddie’s ear.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Eddie chuckles, his grin widening as the clinking sound of Steve’s belt buckle being undone.

steddieas-shegoes

bad perm

for @corrodedcoffinfest day 5 prompt 'perm'

rated m | 996 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: fade to black, strangers to friends to lovers, fast burn, hair washing

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It’s not Wayne’s fault. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was just trying to help.

Eddie repeats this all to himself as he pulls into Steve Harrington’s driveway. He can’t believe the situation he’s put himself in.

He doesn’t think Steve can actually help, but Jeff insisted that he could and Jeff wouldn’t steer him into disaster on purpose. Steve agreed to keep it quiet, probably more for his own sake than Eddie’s, at the expense of some weed for his next party.

#went to go send this to the groupchat #of course #OP is in the groupchat #I am a fool and I am in love w your writing #Steve said I’m gonna soft dom this man into oblivion #and then I’m gonna suck his dick #boom

morganbritton132

Season 5 AU where Eddie lived and he keeps getting paired up with Jonathan for the crawls because everyone thinks they get along.

They don't.

They think the other is mildly annoying in small doses.

Big crawling doses? They're ready to kill each other.

They keep coming to Robin (for a reason she cannot fathom and would like to stop) to bitch about each other. She is just like, "Find some middle ground - where I am not at - and stay there. Jesus."

Eventually they find it.

It's Steve.

Unfortunately, they will come to realize that they have assigned very different meaning to the phrase 'Fuck Steve Harrington.'

And then. Turns out.

They have the same meaning of the phrase 'fuck Steve Harrington' and now they're fighting again.

eriquin

@morganbritton132 tag preservation squad:

#Jonathan: Fuck Steve#Eddie: I’m trying#Jonathan *couple months later*: me too#Jonathan broke up with his girlfriend and he's ready to steal someone else's#Eddie is just like: I literally have a knife. back off#while Steve has Wii Music playing in his head and thinking about his next shipment of boppers

withacapitalp

@eriquin tag preservation squad inception (you were funny everyone must know)

ghostengarden

Reunion

coloredlion

Platonic with a capital P but you wouldn’t get it

amethyst-crowns

Apparently no one cares about ballet.. or steddie anymore… Anyway.

noakiie

no thoughts

allsteddie

Omega Steve who after spending years and years looking for a suitable mate so he can start a family decides that, actually, he doesn't need one to achieve his goal.

At 34, he decides to have a kid by himself with the help of a IVF Clinic.

The whole process is a little overwhelming, Steve has to admit. There are a lot of tests and appointments, the clinic hands Steve a list of possible donors so he can choose the ones he judges could be a good enough sire for his pup.

After a very long and thorough consideration, Steve picks an alpha a couple years younger than him. The file says he's a lawyer, used to be an athlete all through high school and college. No health problems at all and the scent sample the clinic gives Steve is pleasant enough. Not the best Steve's ever smelled, but still nice nonetheless.

The procedure is, well, a procedure. The doctors and nurses are kind and attentive. Everything goes smooth and without any trouble. When the transfer is done and the embryos are safe in Steve's womb, he is soon discharged and Dustin is there in the waiting room to take Steve home and to make sure his best friend is okay.

The kid (who's not a kid anymore, but in Steve's eyes always will be) stays over at Steve's for the night just to be safe, then leaves the next day after a surprisingly teary hug.

"Why are you crying, dipshit? I'm the one who should be getting emotional."

"This thing you're doing is so cool," Dustin sniffs. "You're finally gonna have your pup, man. This is your dream since always."

"If you make me cry, I'm gonna punch you," Steve threatens even though his eyes are already red and stingy.

Two weeks later, Steve goes back to the clinic to confirm his pregnancy, this time by himself, and he can't help but shed a few tears when the test comes back positive.

This is it. This is real. Steve's having a pup and he couldn't be happier.

After the confirmation, the clinic hands him a schedule of tests and appointments, and also explain to him the scenting sessions he should have with the donor he's chosen.

"The scenting helps with your hormonal balance through the pregnancy," Dr. Morgan explains. "It also helps the pup because they can sense their sire through you. You'll get samples of your donor scent once a week, but it's advisable that you come here once a month for a scenting session. These sessions are supervised by our team to ensure your safety, Mr. Harrington, and your pup's. They are very safe and also very quick."

The doctor also guarantees that Steve doesn't have to go on with these sessions; that despite the benefits they would bring, the scent samples were enough to keep Steve's hormones in healthy levels during his pregnancy.

In the end, however, Steve agrees with the sessions because he wants what's best for his pup, so if he needs to spend thirty minutes every month being scented by a stranger to achieve that, then that's exactly what Steve is going to do.

Steve starts to suspect there's something wrong when the clinic gives him the first scent sample and the smell of grass and earth makes him puke his guts put. Steve has a vague memory of it being alright when he smelled it the first time, but now it just smells rotten, like a dead, muddy field instead of the freshly cut grass ans rich earth he remembers.

But maybe it's just the pregnancy, Steve tries to reason. Dr. Morgan said that his sense of smell would get more sensitive, so maybe that's what she was talking about.

He endures it for two weeks, until he just can't anymore. It smells too bad, it smells wrong and his inner omega is extremely distressed every time Steve as much as looks at the scent samples.

After two weeks, Steve goes back to the clinic and explains what's been happening. Judging by the doctor's face, that's not something that should be happening at all.

"We're gonna run some tests to see what could be causing this rejection," she says. "We will find out what is going on, Steve, don't worry."

And find out they do. Four days later, he's back at the clinic and Dr. Morgan is finally able to explain what is happening.

"Your omega is rejecting the scent because the samples don't belong to the sire of your pup."

"What?"

"I am very sorry, Mr. Harrington, but the lab messed up and the sperm used in the fertilization did not belong to the donor you chose. It belongs to another donor, so that's why you're reacting so badly to the scent samples we've been sending you."

Needless to say, Steve freaks the fuck out. His heart is beating so fast the blood his rushing to his ears and he can't even hear what the doctor is saying anymore.

She's probably explaining what happened, how the lab messed up the sperm samples and some other shit. She's probably trying to placate Steve but he doesn't want to know or hear any of it right now. The only thing Steve wants to know is...

"Who is the donor, then?" He asks bluntly, interrupting the doctor's monologue. "Who's the sire of my pup?"

Dr. Morgan doesn't seem surprised by the question. She just hands him a file.

Steve opens it with slightly shaking hands.

'EDWARD WAYNE MUNSON. 35. MUSICIAN.', says the file, followed by the man's health info, physical description and a small plastic bag with a scent sample.

The bag is closed, the black cloth inside looks ordinary, and yet the faint smell of dark chocolate and cinnamon coming out of it is enough to calm down and quiet all the noise in Steve's mind.

It's finally right, his omega rejoyces. They found the sire. They are safe.

#I love every single part of this!!!! such good character work and I am obsessed w the concept #if you ever wanna play in this sandbox again #I wanna see the castles!!!!

cheatghost

they never draw eddie wearing some sports jersey to support steve's favourite sportsball team is the thing. like yeah yes steve wearing eddie's band tees i agree we all agree. we are all in agreement. but why is it never reversed. makes me sad. it should be reversed sometimes at least. give me eddie in a sports sweatshirt and boxers reading casually on the couch and steve coming home and getting hard at the sight

towardthesuns

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shares-a-vest

🥵 Hidden Talents (STWG Daily Drabble Prompt) 🥵

Eddie collapses back on the check-print pillow, limbs oozing like jelly. His body scorching, red-hot from head to toe. Sweating, heart beating so fast it feels like his entire body is pulsating.

His muscles ache, his hair a matted, tangled mess.

He stares up at the ceiling, his formally starry vision now clearing to a mild blur. His dry, kiss-bitten mouth open as he pants.

Steve cuddles up next to him, sticky with more than just sweat. His chest hair wet against Eddie's side.

He shakes his head, begging his dick to calm down at the renewed contact. At least give him a minute to recover from –

"Where did you learn... all that?" he squawks into the silence of Steve's bedroom.

A unfazed shrug momentarily jostles them.

"Dunno," Steve replies.

Eddie whines, "But... But – your hands! F-fingers... And you're so flexible. A-and the stamina! Your..."

His babbling evaporates as thoughts and... sensations tingle away and leave him unable to speak. He screws his eyes shut as delirium takes hold.

Steve wraps his arms around him, pulling himself closer. He presses a kiss to Eddie's shoulder that melts through him like a burn mark.

"So, I take it you had fun?" he asks, grinning against searing hot skin.

Eddie whimpers, nodding.

#DAMN LILY #crushed it killed it made it into soup #and now I’m feasting

steddiebbang

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steddieunderdogfics

over the hills and far away by througheden

@thefreakandthehair

Rating: Explicit

84,438 words, 17/17 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Breaking Up & Making Up, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trauma, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Marijuana, Alcohol, it starts a little angsty but happy endings are always promised in this house, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, thigh riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, these two are the ultimate switch couple and i love them so much, semi-public blowjob at one point but no one is around, tagging 75k is tough so I'll include chapter-specific warnings as needed!, Choking, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Paramedic Steve Harrington, Podfic Welcome

Summary:

Eddie laughs from his position between Steve’s legs in the large bathtub, holding his glass as he rests his head back against Steve’s shoulder. Hot water soaks his muscles, sore everywhere that’d been so full of the man behind him. He feels Steve’s arms wrap around his torso to pull him closer at the same time that warm, burgundy-stained lips brush his temple. Eddie’s glass tips just a bit, the unexpected movement sending sips of red wine into the bath water. He thinks for a moment that there’s something poetic about the red wine in the clear water, the way it mirrors the way Steve had helped clean his wounds in the same bathtub just months back. Unfortunately, poetry only exists in hindsight. The blood wasn’t beautiful until Eddie had Steve to link it to, nor was the wine– it was just red.

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toktopus-art

i haven't seen season 5 yet but i assume this is what happened right?

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