Ed Getting To Rest His Head On Stede’s Tits Reblog If You Agree

STEDDIE IS OFFICIALLY THE NUMBER ONE ST SHIP ON AO3!!!!!!

Tada I finished the sketch of Eddie :) First piece of stranger things fanart yippie

I’m also just imagining him making these pants and customizing them with patches and embroidery

Also played around with my style, messed around with colors and whatnot

(I gave up on his shoes, also how does one draw clothing ??)

i think a lot of people are scared to learn queer history because they think it's all depressing. and yeah, most of it is. it sucks, but it's a necessary thing to learn. but there is also queer joy. there is queer love. there is sappho and there is stonewall and there is queer newspaper comics and there is pride parades and there is homophobic politicians getting creampied directly in the face. there is queer joy to be known, and nobody learns about it because they're so scared of learning of queer pain.

OH MY GODRJHBFJNRBFNJ

I need this as a fic

I had to do my taxes today so i wrote this little thing to make myself feel better. If you read I hope you enjoy.

Eddie rolled his neck from side to side.  Ever since the upside down his neck and shoulders had been a ball of sore, tight muscles.  His hospital appointed physical therapist had given him exercises to do, but if he was being honest remembering to do them was not something he excelled at.

So here he was, Thursday movie night with Steve and his neck and shoulders were killing him, so much so that it was blossoming into a headache.  He rolled his neck again, his head brushing against the couch cushions.

“You alright?”  Steve asked and Eddie rolled his neck so he was looking at Steve.

“Am I bothering you?”

“No, just making sure you’re not getting possessed.  Looks like you’re about to do a 180,” Steve supplied.  Eddie chuckled at that.

“No, not possessed, Stevie,”  Eddie said, rolling his neck back to look at the TV.

“Does your neck hurt?”

Eddie looked back over at him, normally this time, and flinched at the tightness of his muscles.

“A little… I’m alright though.”

“You sure? I could…”  Steve trailed off.

“Could what?”

“Well… I could try to give you a massage.  Only ever tried it on a couple girls to mixed results but,” Steve shrugged, “Maybe it’ll help?”

“You trying to seduce me, Stevie?”  Eddie asked with a pointy little smirk.

“Shut up, man.  Never mind,” Steve said, rolling his eyes, crossing his arms and looking back at the TV.  Eddie full on laughed at that.

“I’m kidding!  Come on, Steve. I know you’re a lean, mean, heterosexual alpha male. I’m just fucking with you.”

“Do not call me that.  You make me sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger or something.”

“Mmm, nah, more of a Harrison Ford in my opinion.”

“If you want to try this massage thing you’re not helping your case.”  Steve grumbled.

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry,” Eddie said, holding up his hands in surrender.  “I’ll shut up.” He said with a little chuckle. “Where do you want me.”

If the room was a little brighter Eddie would have seen the blush that was already forming on Steve’s cheeks get just a little darker.

“Uh…”  Steve cleared his throat, “Just uh, turn.  Face that way.”  Steve said, pointing away from him to the other side of the couch.  Eddie followed his directions, folding his legs, one knee digging into the back of the couch and the other hanging over the side.  He could feel Steve readjusting behind him.

“Okay…” Steve started hesitantly.  “So um,  I really don’t know what I’m doing so if it hurts or something, tell me. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright…”  Eddie could feel Steve move some of his hair off his shoulders.  “We need to get you better conditioner, dude.”

“Hey, there is nothing wrong with my mane, Harrington.”

“No not really, but it could be better,” Steve came back.  Eddie just huffed and then Steve’s hands were gently moving over his shoulders.  Eddie froze.

He didn’t have a crush on Steve, per-say, but he also wasn’t blind.  Steve was objectively handsome.  He was kind, good with the kids, giving. Not to mention the other day, when Eddie saw Steve hefting around bags of dirt to help Wayne fill in a low spot in the back yard, he picked them up like they didn’t weigh anything.  Eddie would bet good money Steve could pick him up and… okay so maybe he had a little, tiny, crush.

Eddie’s line of thought cut off when Steve gave his shoulders a testing squeeze.  “So where exactly does it hurt?”  Steve asked.

Eddie cleared his throat, “Uh, by my neck, like here,” He said, pointing to the junction between his neck and his shoulder.

“Here?” Steve asked, moving his hands higher on Eddie’s shoulders and giving a testing little squeeze.

“Yeah, yup.”

Steve started pressing his thumbs into the muscles there, sliding his thumbs up along the skin.

“I know this is kinda weird, but you’ve gotta try and relax,” Steve said quietly.  “I mean unless you usually sit like you’re about to get chewed out by that drill sergeant from Full Metal Jacket.”

Eddie let out a laugh at that, relaxing his back a little.  Steve’s thumbs worked into his flesh, fingers dragging over the tops of his shoulders. God, it felt good, really good.  Eddie let his head fall forward a little.

“Good?”

“Mmm,” Eddie hummed in response, not caring how gone on it he sounded. Steve’s thumbs pressed in closer to Eddie’s spine, finding a particularly stubborn knot.

“Jeez, no wonder you’re neck hurts.”  Steve said absently as he worked at it.  Meanwhile Eddie was thinking up nicknames for Steve.

“I’m about to start calling you Steve ‘Magic Fingers’ Harrington.” Eddie mumbled.

“Call me that in public and your ass is grass.”  Steve replied, working his fingers up the back of Eddie’s neck.  His headache was pretty much gone now.

“Healing Hands Harrington.”

“I swear to God, I will stop.” Steve threatened, but Eddie could hear the smile in his voice.  His hands were working down Eddie’s back now.

“Does this massage come with a happy…”  Eddie started but before he could get the last word out Seve dug his fingers into Eddie ribs “Ah! Shit!” Eddie tense up so hard he almost shot off the couch.

“You deserve it!”  Steve laughed, swinging a couch pillow a Eddie’s face when he turned around.

“Asshole!” Eddie countered, catching the pillow with a laugh.  Steve settled back into the couch, shaking his head with a smile.  Eddie threw the pillow at him.

“Better?” Steve asked as Eddie settled back in.  He rolled his neck a little.

“Yeah, actually.”  Eddie said looking over at Steve with a smile, dimples out and eyes crinkling.  “Thanks, Stevie.”

“Any time, dumbass.” Steve said, trying to cover the flutter in his stomach.  Eddie knocked his knee into Steve’s with another stupid little grin.  Steve rolled his eyes at him.

…

Eddie thought about that massage for days after it happened, wondering how he could ask Steve to do it again without sounding like a weirdo. Turned out though, he didn’t have to think of a way.

They were in the Wheeler’s basement, Eddie sitting at the head of the D&D table, in rare form as he threw trap after monster after trick at the kids.  He was having a good time, but between sitting for so long, leaning over the table, and looking down at his sheets, his neck was starting to tighten up again.  He rolled it out once or twice, but it wasn’t enough, and it was starting to get tight down his back.

“Alright, go take a break, be back in 10 or I’m adding more tolls.”  Eddie said as the party scrambled up the stairs, leaving Steve and Eddie in the basement.  Eddie sat back in his chair, idly rubbing at his shoulder when Steve got off the couch, tossing aside the magazine he had been reading.

“Sit up.”  Steve said, as he stood behind Eddie, hands already coming up to Eddie’s shoulders.  Eddie did as he was told and sat up a little more, letting his head fall forward.  Steve’s thumbs found the tight knot in his neck almost instantly and Eddie just barely bit back an appreciative whimper.

Or at least he thought he did, but Steve worked harder at the spot, asking “That bad, huh?” his voice low as his thumbs slowly pressed circles into Eddie’s muscles.  Eddie just let out a belabored groan.

“Lower,”  Eddie murmured, not even caring how needy he sounded when he said it.  Fuck, Steve was unbelievable good at this.  Steve’s hands started working down Eddie’s back and he leaned forward, head resting on his arms on the table, giving Steve a better angle to work at.  “Holy shit,"  He breathed out.

Looking down at Eddie’s back Steve was suddenly hit with the image of Eddie lying face down on a bed, Steve straddling his hips as he worked at Eddie’s back muscles.  His hands faltered as he tried to regain his composure, taking in a deep breath.

“You okay?”  Eddie asked, trying to turn to look at Steve.  Steve shook his head.

“Yeah,” His voice came out tight, he cleared his throat.  Eddie looked up at him.  “Yeah, uh…”

Thundering footsteps were heard on the steps and Steve took a couple steps back.

“Lucas and I figured out your puzzle!”  Dustin declared as he came into view.  Eddie tore his gaze from Steve to look at Dustin.  By the time he looked back at Steve he was back on the couch, nose buried in his magazine.

Eddie’s focus was scrambled for the rest of the night.

…

Eddie took a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke up into the crisp fall night.  He and Steve had been talking by the pool, laying back in the pool loungers and looking up at the stars.  He looked over when he heard Steve let out a sigh.  Steve was sitting at the end of the pool lounger, head in his hands.

“You okay?”  Eddie asked, sitting up with concern.

“Yeah, yeah, just my head,” Steve replied, scrubbing his hands through his hair a couple of times, “headache.”

Eddie watched him for a minute before scooting back in the lounger, one leg on either side.  “Here,” Eddie said, patting the space between his legs.  “Come sit.”

“What?”  Steve asked, with a tiny chuckle.

“No, I’m serious!”  Eddie shot back.  “Let me repay you for all the…”  Eddie motioned to his shoulders, “Ya know?”

“You’re gonna give me a massage?”  Steve asked, sounding skeptical but standing up anyways.

“Well, maybe not a massage, per-say,”  Eddie said with a bob of his head, “Just come sit,” he said, patting his chair.

“Okay,”  Steve said with a shrug and he sat down between Eddie’s legs.

“Come on, lean back, what are you, waiting for the drill sergeant from Full Metal Jacket?”  Eddie said, mimicking Steve.

“Alright, alright, Munson.” Steve chuckled as he leaned back into Eddie.

“Come on, sweetheart, I don’t bite.”  Eddie smirked behind Steve and pulled him back by the shoulders, settling him in against his chest.

“Don’t know if I trust that statement.”  Steve threw back.

“Smart.”  Eddie replied, but then his hands were letting go of Steve’s shoulders and coming up to Steve’s hair, fingers gently carding through it.  “If this isn’t, ya know, working or whatever, tell me to stop, okay?”  He asked quietly, but Steve was already relaxing further into Eddie’s chest.

“Okay,” Steve murmured in reply as Eddie’s fingers combed through his hair.  He let out a sigh as Eddie’s nails gently scrapped against his scalp.

Slowly Eddie felt Steve relax further and further into him as he lightly pulled Steve’s hair at the root.  He had a boyfriend for a bout two weeks who had done that with his hair and it always felt nice, and so far it was working on Steve.  The guy was so relaxed against Eddie he thought he might start purring.

“Good?”  Eddie asked softly.  All he got in reply was a quiet hum.  He kept going, stroking his fingers through Steve’s hair and watching his breathing even out.  Slowly he came to a stop, Steve turning his head a little, cheek pressed against Eddie’s neck.  “Stevie?”  He asked quietly, but Steve didn’t respond. 

Better at this than I thought, Eddie thought to himself.  He closed his eyes and let Steve’s steady breathing lull him to sleep.

….

After that night, Eddie noticed that things… changed, and not in a bad way.

No matter where they were, within reason, if he so much a touched his neck, Steve would reach out and massage it for him.  They were sitting in the diner with Robin and Nancy and Eddie rolled his neck.  The next minute Steve had an arm on the back of the booth, hand rubbing at the base of Eddie’s neck.  It took everything in Eddie to not let his eyes roll into the back of his head with how nice it felt.

Because of that, Eddie let himself reach out to Steve.  One night when they were out at the movies, Eddie noticed Steve pinching the bridge of his nose, so Eddie reached over and gently carded his fingers through Steve’s hair.  By the time the movie was over Steve was asleep on Eddie’s shoulder.

It kept going, Steve rubbing Eddie’s shoulders and Eddie carding his fingers through Steve’s hair, and if they were being honest with themselves it was driving both of them crazy.  Twice Eddie had to physically keep himself from turning around and pouncing on Steve when he worked his hands over his shoulders.  And more than once Steve had to keep himself from kissing at Eddie’s neck as he practically melted into his chest. That was until one Thursday night, when Steve was making popcorn at the stove.  Out of instinct Eddie came up behind Steve, running his hands through Steve’s hair.

Steve froze up and Eddie pulled his hands away.

“Sorry, Stevie, too much? I can stop.”  The nagging feeling that Steve didn’t actually want Eddie touching him that much rose up in Eddie’s chest.

“It’s not that.”  Steve gritted out.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, Stevie, really…”  But before he could get any more out Steve was turning around, crowding Eddie up against the kitchen island.

“It’s not that.”  Steve said, staring Eddie down, eyes flicking to his lips.  Eddie’s smile pulled up at the corner and his eyes dropped to Steve’s lips as he relaxed against the counter.

“Wanna find out if I bite?”

“God, I hope you do.”  Steve said, before pressing his lips to Eddie’s. 

For a while i thougth i was bi but had terrible taste and that was why i only feel for men. Im not sure what this says about me as a person

I love being bi and having horrific taste wish I could put it on my resume

i love how twitter is just tumblr but mean.

I'm sorry but it's so funny how you go to Twitter and they all treat Noah like he committed mass murder on a group of puppies or something but then you come on here and everyone is like "omg Noah my pookie 🥺"

Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

Daily reminder that :

-Validating a trans person's manhood only when you want to exclude them from certain communities is not being a trans ally.

-Validating a trans person's manhood only when you want to make them seen inherently predatory towards women is not being a trans ally.

-Validating a trans person's manhood only when you want to make comments such as ''eww...why would you want to be a man...?'' or ''k!ll all men,including trans men'' is not being a trans ally.

-Validating a trans person's manhood only when you want to talk about how they inherently have ''male privileges'' over women is not being a trans ally.

-Validating a trans person's manhood only when you want to exclude them from conversations about misogyny or reproductive rights is not being a trans ally.

am I finally free