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oh-ho hooooo! also Steve is a local prince, so you know... it's gonna get good 🌚🌝 #stealingprincesshenigansandotherpasstimes
pirate au where Steve writes a note in a bottle where he just vents out all his frustrations with his parents and how he's treated in the hopes of getting it off his chest and finally moving on, only for pirate Eddie to turn up a few months later with the bottle in hand and a burning curiosity to find out who the fuck Steve is
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i love when he suffers. my poor meow meow
Slipping on my evil author gloves and cracking my knuckles before diving in!
It's post-season 4 (with the canon divergence of Eddie living) and Steve and Eddie are falling in love while they figure out how to destroy Vecna for good.
But there are moments when it's quiet at night Steve will hear someone shouting his name.
"--TEVE!"
But it's always garbled like static over the walkie or shouts underwater. And every time Eddie pulls him close and whispers that it's just a nightmare. No one is calling him, everyone is safe.
They defeat Vecna and Eddie and Steve make plans to leave Hawkins together.
But when Steve arrives a little early at the trailer, he finds that Eddie was just going to slip away without telling him.
Eddie laughs. Tells him that no one wants him around. The kids will get driver's licenses and won't need rides anymore. Robin will run off with Nancy to Emerson and he'll be left all alone. Like he deserves to be.
But as Eddie starts laughing, Steve can hear the yelling again.
"Get the tape out his tape deck in his car!"
Steve is frowning. Who's tape deck?
Eddie notices the little confused frown and mockingly tells him that he was just too dim to notice that everyone secretly hated him.
Suddenly the air is filled with music.
Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away
Eddie's face transforms from mocking to enraged. His body starts shaking and convulsing. There is a strange after image and Steve takes a step back.
Vecna appears and Steve turns around. In the doorway of the trailer is the real Eddie and behind him is Steve's bedroom. He doesn't even look back, he starts running.
His back erupts in pain multiple lines burning all the way down.
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Eddie walks into the Harrington mansion cautiously. He's never just strolled right in without Steve calling out to him.
But his car is here and none of the kids have heard from in 24 hours and even Robin is freaking out. Steve was supposed to work that morning, but never showed.
Two things that Steve would never do.
He starts searching the house but comes up empty. He's standing in the main hallway rubbing his chin when he hears it. Whimpering.
Eddie storms up the stairs and throws open the bedroom door. Steve is on the bed, complete asleep but clutching the sheets as he tosses and turns.
Eddie grabs the walkie and screams code red! And tells everyone to get their asses to Steve's ASAP.
Everyone who could get there arrives within minutes.
"I can't wake him!" Eddie screams as everyone stumbles into the bedroom.
Everyone tries what they can to wake him, but nothing.
Then El comes bursting through the door. "It's Vecna!"
"Why would Vecna target Steve?" Dustin asks and everyone glares at him. "What? I'm not saying he's not important or whatever, but..." he waves at El, Nancy, and Will. "Like."
Eddie growls and screams. "Get the tape out his tape deck in his car!" He turns to Robin. "Where does he keep his Walkman?"
Robin ran for his top drawer and handed it to him.
Dustin wasn't back yet.
"Dustin!" Robin screams as everyone else watches in silent vigil.
Dustin comes scrambling up the stairs and hands it to Eddie.
"Why is it a Metallica tape?" he says softly.
Eddie jams it into the Walkman and hits play. He places the headphones over Steve's ears and holds his hand as he waits. He was about to say he didn't care what the tape was when the song starts playing. The volume up as loud as it could be.
"Shit."
"Eddie?" El asks, tilting her head to the side.
Eddie and Dustin share a glance of just shattered emotions.
"It's called Disposable Heroes, El," Mike whispers.
Suddenly the air is still and growing stale with each passing moment as they all take in the meaning of that.
Then Steve comes to, gasping and crying. Suddenly he's covered in bodies as they all desperately try to hug him all at once.
Eddie gets close and whispers, "You are loved, Steve Harrington and tell Vecna he made a mistake targeting you. We will come for him with a fierceness like the of a fire storm."
El grins. "Done."
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margaglitterdeath · 4 days
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obviously
Steve Harrington is a gold jewelry man. I will be taking no questions at this time.
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margaglitterdeath · 4 days
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louder
RB if you think CD drives in computers are not obsolete, but in fact still necessary, despite being artificially phased out
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i love them
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Bro balls collection part 1
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Steve just wanted to cure his loneliness and Eddie might have the right remedy for him after all.
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Steve knew he shouldn't use drugs to numb his loneliness. Good omegas weren't supposed to do that.
Then again, good omegas wouldn't be left alone in a big empty house by their parents.
So there was no reason why he shouldn't sit at the infamous picnic table and wait for the town's drug dealer.
Somehow, he had underestimated Eddie Munson's bargaining skill greatly. After fifteen minutes of negotiation, he had ended up letting the alpha eat him out as an exchange for drugs.
And goddamn did Eddie Munson have a way with his mouth.
That was why Steve had ignored his parents' lessons about being a respectable omega and allowed Eddie to taste his virgin pussy every time he sought the alpha out.
It escalated when Eddie asked to finger him one day. Steve had been reluctant at first, because ew who knew what those hands had touched.
But he conceded eventually since Eddie was the only dealer in town (that he trusted).
Turned out, the combination of Eddie's tongue and fingers could make Steve squirt.
To think he used to live a life where he wasn't given such mind-blowing orgasms before was unbelievable. Because he knew he couldn't return to those dull days where he only had his dildos anymore.
Since the first time Steve gushed on Eddie's bed, he started going to the alpha's place more often.
And gradually, instead of slipping him those baggies, Eddie began slipping more fingers inside him.
"Are you insane?" Steve whined as the alpha's thumb nudged at his entrance.
"Don't worry, Sweetheart," Eddie lapped at his cocklet to get him relaxed. "It's gonna feel good when I'm inside you."
Steve bit back his moan as he writhed beneath the alpha's firm hands.
He always got worked up with how casual Eddie talked about fucking him. Like those fingers were somehow a substitute for the alpha's cock.
It did weird things to Steve's poor horny brain and he had to stop himself from begging for the alpha's knot every time they met.
He knew Eddie would fuck him good, but he had to keep his virginity intact.
All of his thoughts evaporated when Eddie's entire hand finally slid inside him.
"Oh my god," Steve gasped and arched his back. His body shook minutely while his cunt leaked a puddle on the sheet beneath.
It was too much, having an entire hand inside him. He was stretched to the seams, breathless and lightheaded in a way that no drugs had ever made him feel before.
"Good?" Eddie twisted his fist slowly, dark eyes tracing Steve's face like a hawk's.
"I–" He inhaled sharply when Eddie grazed his sweet spot. "I wouldn't s– say that."
"Better than your dildos?" Eddie chuckled at Steve's teary glare. "It's pretty obvious to me, Princess."
"What obvious?" Steve couldn't help but bite the bait. Knowing Eddie, it must be something ridiculous again.
Instead of answering, the alpha scratched lightly at that spot on his inner wall, making him mewl and tremble in pleasure.
But the friction wasn't enough for him to come. It was frustrating.
Eddie continued tormenting him like that until he was loose enough for the fist to move faster.
Even in his wildest dream, Steve would never expect to be fucked by someone's hand.
But there he was, drooling and shaking as Eddie fisted his pussy.
It was when Steve was cross-eyed and on the edge of crashing that Eddie finally leaned over and whispered into his ear.
"You're such a slut, baby.”
And Steve was done for.
He rolled his eyes back and let out a high-pitched moan as he spasmed and gushed messily on the already stained sheet.
His cocklet joined in and squirted, coating his belly with watery opalescent fluid.
"That's it, Babydoll," Eddie nipped the tip of his ear, sounding just as wrecked as he felt. "Be a good girl and come for your alpha's knot."
Steve whined at that.
He had been craving for the alpha's cock since they started messing around. But he had to preserve his purity for his future mate.
And it wasn't like Eddie would want to be involved with him outside of their make-shift game anyway.
Steve was aware of the hard truth: he was good to play with, but never good enough to be kept around.
Those people who had left him made it clear how unlovable he was.
He whimpered when Eddie pulled out carefully and glanced away shyly when the alpha placed a soft kiss on his hipbone.
Steve never questioned that gesture. Never asked aloud why Eddie would always do it every time they finished.
Because he feared Eddie would stop doing so if he pried too much.
It didn't matter what Steve wanted to know, he just kept his mouth shut and tried to ignore his flustering heart, tried to swallow all those chirps and trills that always threatened to slip out of him.
But Steve found it hard to maintain his cool when every time without fail, a hand would come up to stroke the side of his face gently.
"Look at me, Sweetheart."
Right, Eddie had a habit of checking in once the alpha was done liquifying Steve's brain with those deft fingers and that clever tongue.
Eddie would insist on helping clean him up and then wrapping him in a soft quilt that smelled of sunlight and apples.
Steve would be given a mug of warm milk and allowed to hang around until he decided to go home.
Much to his embarrassment, he had cried the first time Eddie took care of him.
Although he had gotten better at accepting the alpha's gratuitous kindness these days, he wasn't exactly immune to it.
When Steve complied, he was met with warm brown eyes that always gazed at him with things he wasn't allowed to hope for. Warmth, kindness, and adoration.
He suddenly didn't want this to end.
So he wasn't one to be blamed for what he blurted out, "Do you want to fuck me?"
Eddie only gave him an amused look, "I thought that ship had sailed a long time ago when I asked to eat you out, Bambi."
Steve blushed at that. Yeah, he realized how stupid his question was. But still, he had to make sure.
"My heat will arrive next week," he licked his lips nervously. "So do you wanna–"
Before he could finish, Eddie was on him and crowded him against the headboard.
"You said your little virgin pussy is exclusive to your future mate," the alpha narrowed his eyes at him, wild and dangerous. "What changed your heart?"
"You," Steve hissed. "It's you, Munson. I want you to be my alpha."
Eddie grasped his jaw and murmured hoarsely. "Say that again."
"I want you to be my alpha," Steve bit out.
"Again."
"I want you to be my alpha."
"Again."
"I want you to be my alpha."
"Again."
"I love you!" Steve shouted at that stupidly handsome face. "Fuck you, Munson!"
"Attagirl," Eddie finally smiled at him, pleased and smug before capturing him in a fervent kiss.
When they parted, the alpha pulled Steve into his lap and peppered him with small kisses.
"Love you too, sweet baby," Eddie pecked at the tip of his nose. "Been crazy about you for years."
Bracing his hands on broad shoulders, Steve raised his brow hopefully, "So my heat..?"
Eddie's finger came up to tap lightly at his mating gland. "Let me dine and wine you first, Angel. And then, when your heat passes, I'm gonna court you and we'll talk about our future together."
"Didn't know you'd be the old-fashioned type," Steve said teasingly.
"I'm not," Eddie shook his head and looked at him fondly. "But you deserve all the good things in the world, pretty baby. And if it means I have to spend months courting you, then so be it."
Steve let out a chirp at that.
It was so sudden and unexpected that he didn't have time to react.
But Eddie's pleased grumble had stopped him from overthinking.
"I think I'd like you to court me," Steve met those loving eyes and smiled softly. "Alpha."
In response, Eddie only pulled him into a tender kiss.
It seemed Steve had become addicted, not to the drugs, but to something better.
He had become addicted to Eddie Munson.
And it might be the best thing that had ever happened to him.
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Steve and Robin plan their outfits the night before via phone call so they don't clash with each other. This is a habit that formed by accident because they got so used to matching in their scoops uniforms.
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margaglitterdeath · 5 days
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aye aye
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this is how my mutuals and i do media analysis
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oh fuck! right in the feels.... 😭😭
may-maybe more ?🥺
saw a post on twitter that said “going to urgent care to ask for a hug” so I made it omega steve suffering with isolation syndrome.
i’ve played with this concept before, but i just think that if steve started to notice the symptoms, he’d do his best not to bother anyone!
like okay, this is manageable. he’ll just walk in and pay for a hug. that’s not too much to ask for, right?
and it will be embarrassing, but he’ll be in and out. just a little something— a little affection, to take the edge off!
it won’t cure him. he knows that.
maybe his bones will ache a bit less though. steve’s stomach might not turn so much. his fever might go down a few degrees.
worth a shot!
“hi! um, i’m steve— harrington. steve harrington. i was just wondering if i could— uh, if i could have a hug?”
the nurse levels him with confused stare.
“this is an urgent care, sir.”
“yeah, i know.”
“and you want… a hug?”
steve clears his throat, losing his confidence.
“i think i’m coming down with isolation sickness and i could really use a hug,” he explains, lowering his voice so everyone in the waiting room doesn’t hear.
the nurse’s face softens. his warm alpha scent wafts across the check-in desk.
“oh. um… i don’t think we do that here?”
steve tries not to cry. this was sort of a last resort. he’s out of ideas.
“gotcha. yeah, no, for sure. thanks— thanks anyways,” he rambles, nodding aggressively to keep the tears at bay.
he turns heel to leave, his heart feeling full of lead.
“steve, wait!”
the nurse’s hand lands on his shoulder and the touch even with a shirt between their skin feels like an anesthetic.
“listen… we don’t offer help with isolation sickness, but if you can wait, i get off my shift in an hour and i’d be happy to give you as many hugs as you need.”
it’s a very kind offer (and the alpha is very handsome) but steve couldn’t possibly accept.
“i wouldn’t want to impose, nurse…?”
“it’s uh— it’s actually dr. eddie munson. the nurse asked me to watch the desk while she used the bathroom. and it really wouldn’t be any trouble at all.”
steve feels even worse. eddie is a doctor of all things and he has no business giving out charity to lonely omegas with no pack.
he tries to protest, but eddie jumps in once more.
“seriously, it’s not a bother. i could really use a hug myself.”
steve isn’t sure why he says yes.
he’s never taken up an offer of help from a stranger before, but something in him says to take a chance. to believe in sheer kindness.
it works out pretty well for him.
…if “pretty well” means steve ends up happily mated to a sweet doctor and raising six pups with the guy.
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let's just dead cold under the threat of death pinky promise to never take pictures of each other when we are upset or crying (this of course does not include selfies, take as many crying selfies as you wish my crying queen).... yes i will elabotate - parental trauma. fuck that guy.
just wanted to clear this up for us 🫡
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😭 i'm dying over here this is straight up poetry
Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.
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my beloved, fuck.
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margaglitterdeath · 17 days
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fuck. me too 😭😭
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I still think about them 7 years later....
Art by @noodles-and-tea
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margaglitterdeath · 17 days
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Leroy Brow must be remembered! R.I.P. legend✊
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MOST BASS ARE JUST FISH BUT LEROY BROWN WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL
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margaglitterdeath · 17 days
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“Why should rich people pay more” because fuck ‘em
“So you are okay for paying more when you have money” I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘em’ when relevant
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margaglitterdeath · 18 days
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PLEASE watch this. i love chaotic sisters best dynamic in the world
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