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What i f I told Tommy to fuck off?

"Hey," Steve's head lolls onto Eddie's lap with a thump, "what do you think if I told Tommy to fuck off?"

Eddie thinks he might dance a jig, take a shot of tequila, and then blow Steve if he'd let him near him. But that's not in the cards. They've been roommates for four years now, the two years they'd lived in and out of the Harrington House and the Munson Trailer before then notwithstanding.

"I think that you're full of shit," Eddie retorts, ignoring the warmth of Steve's head in his lap. Ignoring how easily his stupid head turns to lustful images of shoving his palm against Steve's cheeks and turning him face-down to use his mouth in a way that Eddie can only dream of on the most holy of nights.

"No, really," Steve insists, hazel eyes earnest and staring up at Eddie. "You keep telling me that I'm worth more--"

"More than a bastard that fucks everthing that walks and then comes begging back to you? Yeah, sure. I have some standards."

Steve scowls up at him, eyes squinted, "I have standards."

Eddie stares right back, unwilling to back down, "Sure you do, sweetheart." He sinks enough scorn into the last word to push Steve away but Steve continues to squint back. He stares at Eddie with such unwavering certitude that it's Eddie who wavers.

"Robin told me something," Steve says calmly. Head still in Eddie's goddamn lap.

Eddie hums, looking away from the intent gaze. Ignoring it. Ignoring every moment he thought was more over the past six years.

"She told me that I'm not imagining things. That I'm not stupid--"

Eddie interrupts, exasperated after all this time that Steve still thinks so low of himself, "Of course you're not stupid. You have to stop listening to Tommy - he's full of shit and talks you down so that he's bigger. But you're bigger, Steve. You're a whole shitting statue looming above the teeny tiny human he pretends that he is. Just forget him for Christ's sake."

"Not that you will," Eddie mutters even as he's annoyed that he had spoken so candidly.

"So you're saying that I should trust my instincts?" Steve asks, eyes burning and frame oddly taut against Eddie's legs. The television flickers in the background, casting blue shadows against the planes of Steve's face and all Eddie can hopelessly think is how desperately he wants to lick the sharp lines of it.

Before he can sink into the moroseness of it all, Steve scrambles up and Eddie grunts at the unexpected force as elbows poke at sensitive parts only for Steve's sweet, sincere face to be hovering over his.

Eddie stares up, lacking understanding and any idea of what to do next. The beautiful eyes staring back down at him are captivating, the pretty marks against the canvas of his skin enthralling and, in that very moment, Eddie's head is so blank that he can't be counted on to make a decision or recall one past decisive thought.

"Kiss me," Steve demands and an arrow pierces Eddie's chest so cleanly that he thinks he'll never breathe easily again.

"What?" he wheezes, but Steve simply nods resolutely.

"Kiss me if you feel anything for me."

Steve's jaw is clenched, Eddie can see, in the way he does when vulnerable and sad. It makes something in Eddie's gut tighten in sympathy. Because all he has wanted for years is for Steve to kiss him. To want to kiss him. But here Steve is, looking for all the world like he expects Eddie to push him away.

He'd never.

Palm raising shakily, Eddie cups Steve's jaw, bringing their lips together in a union that is soft and unsure.

Just as shakily, Steve exhales, brow furrowed and lips pursing in distress. "That's it?" he sighs heavily, sadly. Looking away and nodding to himself as if he understands a terrible truth, "I get it. And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you to--"

Consumed by a sudden fierceness, Eddie surges forward, taking Steve's beautiful face in his hands and his lips in a passionate fusion. Their lips merge in a slick embrace while breaths combine, becoming one.

Drawing back with a wet schlick, a translucent ribbon connects their mouths before snapping away. Steve looks as dazed as Eddie, the both of them reminiscent of cartoon characters whacked over the head with rolling pins.

"I should..." Steve stutters.

The whole of Eddie's body softens, sure in that this is the moment. This is his moment and it's Steve's too. It's their moment to make a future worthwhile.

"You should tell Tommy to fuck off," Eddie says, hoping against all hope that Steve will meet him beat for beat.

Steve licks his lips, a smirk spreading across his delectable face, "Because you feel something for me."

Confidence fills Eddie and he smirks right back, "Because I feel everything, sweetheart." Steve's face brightens as Eddie repeats, "Everything."

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Having read several Steddie fanfics where Steve tenderly cleans a (pick one or all) bloodied/resurrected/vampiric Eddie in the bathtub at his house, just once I’d like a fic where Steve goes, “nope, not cleaning up after that” and instead hoses him down in the backyard.

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So, I'm turning this account into a regular art account. Of course, it'll mostly be MXTX and other danmei related art, but I think it's time I included my other chaos pieces to the mix.

So- having said that, enjoy this monstrocity.

Fellow steddie fans, you're welcome :)

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miwi cleradin where will gets a makeshift costume made by joyce and mike's upper middle class family has him go all out

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Patre0n | Bsky

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Old art!! But still worth it for the shits and giggles.

Mama Steve is not impressed by Eddie not remembering the name of their son. High or not, how could he forget 😤

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70 gd hours on this with so much more to go. I do love the skin tones I’m getting with my brushes but I don’t know when I’ll be done. If you zoom in on Steve or Eddie’s skin you’ll see the scratches and cracks in the “paint”

Reference below

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You already know 👀

*calling your colleague voluptuous* *begging him for kisses* *bouncing on it (his lap, while manifesting a goal)* yeah. checks out. just a normal day at the office for them

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stupid thing i drew last night before the melatonin got me

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He’s my little pookie

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day 2: Desperation

close ups below

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Give me a steddie au where Eddie is genuinely confused about new transfer student Steve. Except he’s not a transfer student…he was just so extremely ugly that when he had a glow up Eddie didn’t recognize him. I’ve read so many one-SHOTS where Steve doesn’t recognize Eddie when his buzzcut starts growing out…give me that REVERSED

Steve: We were in fourth grade together!!!

Eddie *gasping*: You! You were! UGLY

Steve: *dramatic bitch face*

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I walked past a stranger things exhibit today and I decided to uber back.

My uber driver was an 80s metal head fully head banging and drumming on the wheel the entire drive

………meant to be?

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Impotent

Secret Vampire Eddie, Human Steve Slightly NSFW From a discussion I had with some cool peeps on twt about vampire boners and what they do when they lack the blood to function.

At 100 years old, Eddie, vampire extraordinaire, falls ass over head in heels for one Steve Harrington. He tumbles right into puppy love with a pretty young bartender like he's 18 all over again and swooning over the barman at his favourite saloon out west. Steve manages, Eddie spends nights just being around people because after 100 years he's a little lonely.

Steve is beautiful, a bright spot in the darkness of Eddie's long nights with his yellow sweaters and laid-back goofy personality. His bitchiness to snide patrons only serves to fuel Eddie's intrigue for the man who says he's 30 but eyes speak of so much more.

Steve comes easy when Eddie asks, falls into him just as equally smitten and in the misty whirlwind of their passion, Eddie forgets one of the most important things in his life to do.

He forgets to fucking eat.

Misses the call from his usual supplier that his blood bags will be late and runs out of his life juice. But time flies when he's swept up in Steve and his hunger is easily masked by the burning passion in his belly for every heated look Steve sends him.

Eddie realises this, at the worst moment possible.

They've find their way to a bed, Steve's in fact. Eddie's caging in his prey, this delicious sunkissed man in his black fitted shirt and tussled hair, who stares up at him like he hung the moon.

Eddie can feel the hunger bubble in his belly, he wants to lick, to taste to suck to devour this man before him and it seems from Steve's tight pants that Steve does too. It isn't until Steve himself reaches down Eddie's pants and slides a hand in that lightbulb flashes in Eddie's mind. A blaring red alarm.

Because he realises, just as Steve's hand brushes over him, that he is not in fact hot everywhere. Steve's eyes flick up to him in surprise, because now they can both feel that Eddie is as limp as a cooked noodle.

"Baby?" Steve asks, confused from where he's lying, hand still wrapped around Eddie's impotent dick.

Eddie groans, if he could flush with humiliation he would but he's got barely enough blood for that. His nose tints with the barest of pinks, but that's it.

Without any blood for more than a week, Eddie's body doesn't have enough for the activity currently on his schedule.

No blood, no boner.

The best part is that he's not had any time to explain this to Steve, who is currently cooing at him, trying to soothe the way that Eddie curls up over his chest, ashamed of his impotence.

"Shhh, it's alright baby, do you just need a little help getting there?" Steve says, gentle, hand soothingly warm around his cold dick.

Eddie shakes his head, no amount of sexy Steve is going to fill his dick up, it will stay limp till he gets another meal, but he's got no blood on hand.

"No... no.. I," Eddie tries, but the words don't come, embarrassment choking him.

Steve pulls him close, hand leaving his dick to wrap around Eddie's middle instead, comforting him.

"Talk to me baby, what's wrong Eddie?" Steve asks, worry seeping into his tone. "We don't have to do anything if you're not feeling it baby, we can take it slow."

The concern, the care, it's been so fucking long since anyone had given Eddie that level of tenderness and it makes him feel guilty for keeping this secret for this wonderful man.

"Noooo," he moans right into the fluffy pillow of Steve's well-endowed chest. He buries his face there, hiding his shame. He lips pressed to the crest of Steve's pecs he mumbles right into them.

"What's that baby, I can't hear you." Steve asks, smoothing over his hair.

Eddie shoots up, surprising both of them and shrieks out a "I said I'm a vampire!!!"

Steve stares at him, Eddie stares at Steve and for a second no one breathes, not that Eddie breathes anyway, but he forgets to pretend for a moment.

But then Steve just goes "Oh, yeah."

Eddie can't really control his jaw and frowns down at the man below him. "What do you mean yeah?"

"I mean... yeah? I know that already Eddie," Steve answers with a shrug.

"YOU KNOW???"

"We've been dating a month and I never see you in sunlight. You always pick the garlic out of your dish and put it into mine. You've hissed EVERYTIME we pass the cross on that church around the corner. Oh yeah, and the other day you sneezed while putting on a t-shirt and fanged out and I saw you."

Eddie stares at Steve, the man looking up at him innocently.

"I... sneezed... oh my god, yeah you had some silver jewellery left around," Eddie says, remember the chain on his t-shirt that had tickled his nose wrong. Then it hits him "I WAS OUTED BY A SNEEZE."

Steve snickers at him, hands running up and down Eddie's forearms, comforting even while he's laughing at him.

"Yeah babe. But what does that have to do with now?" Steve asks, hips shifting a little under Eddie.

The humiliation comes back and Eddie's suddenly glad he still doesn't have enough blood, cause his flush would come back twice as fierce.

"M'hungry," Eddie answers, meekly. it feels silly, he's 100 years old, since his turning, he's not a child, how did he forget the most basic thing.

"Oh?"

Eddie huffs out a breath "Yeah and when I'm hungry, certain equipment doesn't really work..." he says, gesturing at his limp noodle. It's the first time he's had to explain this to someone before. "There's just not enough blood for it to do anything."

He looks at Steve, right in the eye, but there's no judgement there, no disgust, if anything Steve looks even fonder than before and something long dead in Eddie's chest beats loudly.

"Alright," he says, and then rips open his collar.

Eddie jerks a little, staring at that exposed skin, he can see the vein just below the skin and his mouth is suddenly very wet.

"So what you're telling me..." he grabs Eddie by the nape and yanks him in. Eddie is helpless to follow, nose pressed to that delicious scent.

"...Is that you might need dessert?" Steve says right into his ear.

Eddie would be humiliated by the sound he makes if he wasn't distracted by the warm pulse at his nose.

"Well go on Eddie, I need you hard if you're going to fuck my brains out right?" Steve whispers.

Eddie bites.

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The Hawkins Tinies (with apologies to Edward Gorey)

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Bat Prince AU🦇🦢

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Reworked this baby ❤️ Thanks to everyone who sent their praise and advice!