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Careful now, best not to linger in this town for the air's thick with ghostly whispers and the undead are close behind ⛓💀🗡 ⚰️

©xgumiho | do not repost/steal/edit/crop/sell

Also, imagine 'Preacher' title theme playing in the background.

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Swipe immediately you coward

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transfem stevie for you lovely folks

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i feel like i never go on tumblr anymore since i started using twitter again!!

will be trying to fix that!! it’s just hard because i like tweeting from a private account but you can’t do that here!!

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Old men Steddie where Eddie tries to joke about how long they've been together and how it feels as long as it's been and Steve hitting him with a soft smile and a "and it's still not enough"

#weeping #so cute

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Eddie wants in on this.

(He’d also appreciate bites)

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meet the parents | april @steddiemicrofic 💐

prompt: fool | wc: 454 | rated: m | eddie needs some reassurance.

Eddie will say yes to whatever his sweetheart asks of him.

In his defense, if anyone had a boyfriend with a heart— and an ass— like Steve’s, they’d be the exact same way. 

Because Steve is perfect. 

He’s also a sly minx. After a year of dating, he knows just how to get Eddie to agree to anything.

Including meeting his parents. He had asked in the middle of a makeout-turned-dry-humping session and Eddie barely heard the question before grunting out a yeah sweetheart, of course. 

Which is exactly how Eddie finds himself parked on the Harringtons’ looming driveway, nerves crackling, stomach churning, knuckles white on the steering wheel. 

“Babe,” Steve says from the passenger seat, tone gentle. “Don’t be nervous. I promise they’ll love you.”

Eddie gulps, staring at the absolute mansion that is his boyfriend’s childhood home. He’d seen photos, but never the real thing considering they met at college. During holidays they’d go to Eddie’s if they spent it together, since his uncle’s trailer park is closer to the school.

“I’m not,” he lies. 

Steve’s eyes soften and he reaches a hand out, caressing Eddie’s cheek. He nuzzles into it instinctually. 

“We’ve talked about this,” he reminds him patiently. “My dad will talk to you about the economy and shit, verify you’re not like, a total dumbass—” Eddie snorts— “and my mom will just be checking to make sure you eat every bite of the food. Do that, and you’re golden.”

Eddie nods, forcing himself to kill the engine. “Shit, almost forgot,” he mutters, reaching behind his seat for the bouquet.

Steve breaks out into a grin. “Peonies? None of my exes ever brought my mom flowers.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why they’re your exes,” Eddie says, sly. 

His boyfriend laughs, snaking his fingers behind Eddie’s head and tugging him forward, connecting their lips. Eddie moans softly, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into Steve’s sinful mouth. He places a firm hand on Steve’s exposed thigh— god bless the spring— grabs a fistful, and squeezes. 

Steve whines into Eddie’s mouth, encouraging him to slide his hand further, under Steve’s khaki shorts. He rubs soft skin while exploring his mouth, tongue flicking, reminding his boyfriend just how good he is at this shit. 

It’s a gamble, but Eddie’s horny. So he gets handsy, dexterous fingers finding Steve’s soft cock over his cotton briefs. 

“Ah, don’t be a fool,” Steve chastises softly in his mouth. He pulls back and Eddie whines.

“I’m always a fool for you,” Eddie says, grinning dumbly, hopelessly bewitched by Steve’s seductive, golden gaze.

“Well don’t be a fool in front of my parents,” Steve taunts, “And I’ll suck you off in the bathroom for dessert.”

Eddie’s dick twitches.

#steddie #steddie fic

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Eddie trying to break up with Steve over something small in guilt, even though it wasn't his fault, and Steve worming the admission out of him. Eddie tries to insist "we'd be better off friends" and, casual as anything, Steve just shrugs bc "I'm sorry, I don't see you that way. We still on for our date tomorrow?"

#steve refusing to let eddie breakup with him #love

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steve bringing eddie home to meet his parents and playing footsie with him under the table during dinner, causing eddie to stutter and stumble over his words while talking to mr. harrington about the economy or whatever, hoping steve will eventually stop only he doesn't, he just gets more mischievous and starts toeing at eddie's cock, rubbing it over and over and making eddie cum in his jeans while mrs. harrington asks him how the dessert is.

#steddie

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He should have tea with frog and toad!

Today, Frog and Toad are visited by their good friend Eddie, who tells them all about the places he’s been.

(drawn eddie below the cut!)

#help #this is sending me

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"this too shall pass" well can it fucking get on with it

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Eddie: *existing*

Steve:

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Why is Eddie the mermaid in every mermaid fic and not the CAPTAIN OF THE SWIM TEAM, PREVIOUS LIFEGUARD, PLAYED BY ACTUAL SINGER Steve Harrington

More siren Steve. pls I beg.

(I’d do it myself if I could write at all coherently)

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I don’t know if Eddie will survive that 💀

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Robin and Steve both say “gay” or “that’s gay” in response to each other as inside joke. But they have to be really careful in front of other people, out of risk of either outing each other or coming off as an asshole. They slip up often though, because they are two halves of a whole idiot.

One time it happens in front of Eddie.

Steve’s trying to find a straw for his soda, insists it’s taste better that way. Robin has her feet up on Steve’s kitchen table and she snorts unthinkingly with a loud “that’s gay.”

Steve only hums in agreement.

They both forget Eddie standing right there a soda halfway to his lips until he lets a confused noise.

Steve and Robin both panic and scramble as Eddie laughs. He doesn’t point out this is the third time this week it’s happened. He figured out they were both queer ages ago.

Maybe he should up his flirting with Steve, clearly he hasn’t gotten the message.

#stobin #stobeddie #love

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The only thing worse than having to get braces put on as an adult is presenting as an omega on the exact same day— both far later than is typical.

It results in utter chaos.

At least, that’s how Steve felt about the whole ordeal.

Robin had been kind enough to stick around for his long appointment so she could make sure he had everything he needed afterwards.

Ice pack, pain killers, mouthwash. All the essentials.

They were prepared.

Just… not for a sudden presentation heat to start on the way home.

“Oh god. Oh god, Steve, okay listen— don’t panic. I know you’re in pain, but you need to hold tight so I can go get stuff to help you. Shit!”

Steve’s entire face feels worse than after Hargrove got through with it. Like ground beef.

His gums throb and his jaw aches terribly.

And now Robin’s leaving. Why is she leaving?

“Robsh?” Steve slurs out in a yell. The action makes the bands pull tighter.

“Be right back!”

She’s out the door and he’s left on the couch by himself. In pain. Awful, agonizing, burning pain.

Steve squirms around, trying to get comfortable.

Everything is hot. Too hot. It’s more than just his face— it’s his whole body. His muscles are twitchy, like they need to be stretched.

He’s laying in something wet. Blood? Could be. Maybe his mouth is bleeding. Seems reasonable at the moment.

“Owwww,” he whines to himself. “Fuck.”

The orthodontist said it would be mildly agitating pain and discomfort afterwards, not whole body sweats or cramps.

His head spins.

Where did Robin go again? She left so quickly, it’s hard to recall her reasons for leaving in such a rush.

Is he gonna die from braces? Can that even happen? Would he be the first?

“Hey, Stevie. As promised, I’ve got a strawberry banana smoothie with your name on it. Did Robin go home? Her car isn’t in the drivew—”

Huh?

“—and what in the hell is happening here?”

Steve rolls over to confirm that it’s not a burglar in his living room, but it’s just Eddie.

Oh. No? Hold on a moment.

Eddie has never smelled like that before.

He’s always had a faint smoke and leather sorta scent that even Steve’s unrefined beta nose could pick up on, but it’s much stronger than that now.

It’s deeper, more powerful and overwhelming.

It’s mouthwatering. Thigh clenching, even.

He whines in want.

“Alpha?” slips out before Steve can overthink it.

Eddie freezes and his eyes widen for a second. Then they narrow in a calculating way, like they’re trying to figure him out.

He sets the smoothie down and kneels next to the couch, one hand reaching out to cup Steve’s cheek lightly.

Steve winces at the touch, but his fingers are cold and they actually feel good on his sore face, so he relaxes into it.

“Hi there, pretty boy. Pink bands, huh? Cute. But it seems braces aren’t the only new thing today. You doing okay?” Eddie asks gently, soothingly.

He sounds more alpha than Steve’s ever heard him speak. The tone is comforting and reassuring.

Steve still isn’t entirely sure what they’re talking about though. He knows he had braces put on and then Robin left him alone. There’s some gaps in there somewhere and he feels like death.

His head is spinning too fast.

“I don’t know where Robin went,” he confesses in a whisper.

Eddie nods slowly, his expression understanding and kind. It makes Steve feel safe, unjudged for losing his best friend.

“I’m guessing she went to get some supplies for you, sweetheart. I’ve heard that the first one isn’t usually too bad, but Robin worries about you, ya know?”

He smells so good. How is Steve supposed to pay attention when Eddie smells that good?

Confused, he asks, “She was worried about my braces?” Too many words. It pulls at the bands in his mouth and he winces.

Eddie’s thumb brushes along his cheek sympathetically.

“No, baby… not quite. You’re in heat, Stevie.”

Heat?

No, that’s for omegas. Steve would know if he was an omega. He’d have heats. His body would be too hot and he’d produce slick and be attracted to alphas.

Ah.

“I’m an omega?” It’s as much a question to the universe as a shocked statement.

Eddie purses his lips. Conflict.

“You’re presenting a little later than usual, but evidently so. I’m guessing your lack of a pack before didn’t help anything, but you have us now. We’re gonna take care of you, honey… I’ll keep you safe, omega,” he promises solemnly.

The wetness between Steve’s legs becomes far more apparent.

It’s not that Steve never looked at Eddie before and thought he was attractive or that he’d make the perfect alpha to some lucky omega.

Steve just didn’t think he was that omega.

Or an omega at all, for that matter.

Eddie deserved more than some fucked up beta. He’s brave and kind, a good man.

He can visibly see when the scent of his fresh slick hits the alpha’s nose. The way Eddie’s nostrils flare and his breathing catches in his throat, like he’s trying not to inhale too deeply.

“Eddie?”

His eyes instantly dart to Steve’s mouth. He looks hungry. Starving, even.

For once in his life, Steve’s confident he won’t be rejected.

It’s in Eddie’s warm scent, in the way he’s always glanced at him a little too long, and never breaks his promises to him. Steve can see it clearly now.

This has been a long time coming.

“Anything.”

“Kiss me, alpha?”

Eddie doesn’t question whether he’s sure. He doesn’t tell Steve that this is a conversation for later or even hesitate.

He just holds Steve’s face like something fragile and precious when he kisses his lips far too carefully. Soft. Gentle.

They’re chapped from his appointment. Neither seem to care.

It’s a slow, lingering kiss. It ends much the same way.

The rush of pleasure and pure joy floods his entire body, making the pain in his jaw negligible when he lets out his first omegan chirp of happiness.

He still aches and yearns, but the ache is focused now. His inner omega just wants Eddie— his alpha.

“Please, Ed,” Steve whimpers, tucking his face into Eddie’s neck and getting his scent right from the source.

The alpha scratches down his back slowly, trying to calm him.

It’s an act full of love and kindness, Eddie’s attempt to not take advantage of him in his current state.

In any other situation, it would be noble. Steve would be flattered by the self control it cost an alpha to not ravage in omega in heat who’s begging for attention.

But he needs this. He’s also technically only in late pre-heat. That’s as far as presentation heats usually get.

Fever and need are there, but not the complete lack of awareness that accompanies full heats. He can make decisions.

“How can I help you, sweetheart?”

Steve can tell the effects of heat are taking ahold of his inhibitions though.

There’s no other reasonable explanation for the way he blurts out, “Cum all over my braces?”

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For @subeddieweek

I've never been much of a sub Eddie sorta person but this was a fun week, and I'm definitely a 'wet rat Eddie trips over his own feet when Steve gives him an ounce of attention' sorta person and the two really just go hand in hand