#Victory Kiss

[misterlemonztenth]

10-29-24 | The Don't Ask, Don't Tell issue. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie wouldn't necessarily label himself unless it was to spite religious assholes who take the Bible too seriously, and then he'll announce proudly that he's bi as in Bible. Mind you, not all of them are assholes and Eddie's debated with a few who are willing, especially when he would help them with their groceries. He doesn't think things through sometimes, and sometimes he does.

To him, everyone's sexuality was a gray blobby question mark. He doesn't like to make assumptions about that, but he did have trouble not making assumptions in other areas. It came to a complete surprise to him that Steve Harrington was exactly who the kids said he was. When Steve threw his sweater at him and when he ripped that bat in half, Eddie knew that he had to test the waters because holy shit, that was the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He came up with the cynical eyes bullshit about Nancy, just to see. . .he didn't really mean it.

He also really didn't think when he rushed off to buy them more time. He thought for sure they were going to kill him when they wrapped themselves around his throat and limbs. Suddenly, they were dropping like flies, and he was freed from their grasp. He ran back into the trailer, fixed the rope, and climbed back into the other side where Dustin tried to beat him with his fists.

"JESUS H CHRIST! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Eddie shrieked. "Stop hitting me, man!"

"You and Steve both are sacrificial assholes!" Dustin yelled at him.

He took one of his uncle's hats off the walls and started beating Eddie over the head with it. That's when the other three started coming through the gate. Steve placed his hands on his hips as he looked at them.

"Do I even want to know?" Steve asked.

"Steve!" Dustin exclaimed and pointed the hat at Eddie. "Eddie tried to be a hero when you told him not to!"

"Tattle tail!" Eddie scowled.

"What did I say, Munson?" Steve asked.

"All I heard was 'don't be cute'," Eddie said, flashing his dimples at Steve. "So, what's the verdict? Is the wicked witch dead, Dorothy?"

"Well, Tin Man," Steve said dryly. "Vecna is dead."

"Seriously?!" Dustin and Eddie exclaimed.

The answer came a moment later when the gate started to stitch itself closed before disappearing as if nothing had been there at all. Everyone looked at each other for a moment before they burst into very loud cheers. They all jumped and hollered, forming one giant group hug. Of course, Steve had to pull back, and Eddie followed. He didn't even think when he looked at Steve. There were no thoughts in his head, only the feeling of victory. He grabbed Steve by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't think when Steve deepened the kiss or when Steve slipped his tongue into his mouth. When they broke the kiss, Eddie's eyes widened when he realized what he had done. Everyone was looking at them. Nancy was looking at Steve like she had just put the dots together. Robin was grinning, and Dustin looked like Christmas had come early.

"Shit, Steve, I'm sorry! You can totally hit me if you want to. Go ahead, right here, I deserve it. I didn't even ask!" Eddie exclaimed, closing his eyes and pointing to his cheek.

He felt Steve grab him by his waist, and instead of a punch, he felt him kiss his cheek, then quickly kissed his lips.

"Now, why would I want to punch the guy who gave me the best kiss of my life," Steve said. "Now, let's get you to the bathroom because I think the bats got a bite in."

Steve pulled his hand away and showed Eddie his own blood.

"Oh, shit," Eddie said with wide eyes and let Steve drag him away. "Wait, hold on, did you imply that I'm a better kisser than Nancy Wheeler? I fucking win."

"I'm going to blame that on the fact that you're losing blood, asshole!" Nancy laughed, and Eddie cackled.

Steve rolled his eyes as he brought him into the bathroom and began looking for the first aid kit. Eddie gazed at him fondly, not bothering to tell him where he was. He just watched as Steve leaned over to look in the cabinet under the sink. Eddie eyes raked over his lovely buttocks and grinned when Steve finally found it, holding it up like a prize.

"You knew where it was," Steve glared at him.

"Guilty," Eddie laughed.

Steve continued to glare as he pushed him gently against the sink. Eddie took off his jacket and vest to allow him better access.

"Take off your shirt too, Eddie," Steve said.

"What?" He asked.

"You heard me, Tin Man," Steve said, his eyes growing slightly dark. "Take off your shirt."

"So, that's sticking, huh?" Eddie asked. "Does this mean that I can call you Dorothy?"

"No, I prefer Scarecrow. After all, they were friends of Dorothy," Steve said, smirking and Eddie laughed.

"Smartass," Eddie said and whipped off his shirt.

He watched as Steve’s eyes raked over his body. What was there to see? Eddie was pale with barely any muscle, and his tummy was quite soft. He barely had hair on his chest, unlike Steve, whose eyes were growing darker by the minute. Steve’s beautiful hazel eyes landed on his tattoos, and Eddie watched him as he swallowed, his tongue running over his bottom lip. Steve cleared his throat, realizing that he needed to focus and to grab some guaze to put pressure on Eddie's wound that was awfully close to his hip. Of course, Steve had to get on his knees to get a better look at the wound. Eddie groaned.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Steve asked, looking up at him with soft eyes.

"Don't fucking look at me like that when you're on your knees in front of me, man," Eddie said slapping a hand over his eyes. "Just do whatever you need to do to me, and let's go!"

"Really?" Steve asked, and Eddie could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Shut up!" Eddie laughed.

Steve giggled as he stopped the bleeding, cleaned it up, and placed a bandage over his wound. It was nowhere near as bad as Steve’s. Suddenly, there came a harsh knock on the door, and Robin's voice came through.

"If you guys are done fucking in there, we need to check on Max, Lucas, and Erica!" Robin yelled.

"I hate her. I swear to God," Steve said and sighed. "She's right, though. Um, if I ask you to check my hair for spider eggs later, let me just say that it's completely and totally Robin's fault that I'm worried about that."

"Wouldn't mind get my hand through those gorgeous locks of yours, anyway," Eddie said.

Steve smirked and slowly stood up. His mouth shot out, and he gave Eddie's nipple a quick but gentle bite. Eddie cursed.

"You did say anything that I needed to do," Steve said.

Eddie gave a quick, hard kiss to Steve’s lips and hurried to pull on his clothes.

"Fucker, you didn't need to do that," he muttered and then said with affection, "Freak."

"Only for you, baby," Steve said, gooseing him on the way out of the bathroom.

Eddie giggled, swatting at his hands. His heart was pounding, his cheeks were flushed, and he could feel his stomach fluttering with a thousand tiny bats. Yeah, Steve Harrington was going to be the death of him.

They drove away in the stolen RV again, on the way to the Creel House, where they would find Max and Lucas perfectly fine aside from Lucas having a few bruises. After that, they would drive onto Steve’s house. Although they didn't know exactly how tired they were until they all sat down. Eddie sat against the driver's seat that Steve was sitting in again. He nodded off, waking up briefly to find Dustin leaning against him and snoring. He nodded off, only to wake up again to find the rest of the kids curled up against him and Dustin.

"If you tell anyone about this. . .," Erica muttered and fell asleep in the middle of her threat.

Eddie smiled and closed his eyes. He vaguely heard Steve and Nancy's voices something about not wanting to wake them up. They did the impossible and defeated Vecna. Even though he was still wanted for murder, Eddie wasn't worried. After Vecna, his friends. . .his family, well, they could do anything, especially with Steve fucking Harrington as his boyfriend. Holy shit?! Eddie's eyes popped open to find Steve looking at him fondly.

"Come on, Tin Man, we're in Kansas," Steve said.

"You live in Kansas?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"You're boyfriend's a dud, Steve," Robin muttered sleepily.

"You should join Hellfire, Robin," Eddie said, rubbing sleep from his eye. "So I can kill off your character immediately."

Steve wrapped an arm around Eddie's waist and let him lean sleepily against him. Eddie was glad that he didn't think, not once, when he kissed Steve. He was the luckiest Tin Man in the whole world.

[milesworld96]

ANNNND NEEWWWWW‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️😍😍😍🗣🗣🗣

[liberty1776]

Victory in World War II; When God still blessed America before the USA began blessing Antichrist. In 1948 the US began supporting Zionist Israel, and lost the blessing of God. You cannot bless Antichrist and be blessed by God. To make America Great Again, step one; stop all support for the Zionist state of Israel.

[egophiliac]

still rolling around on the ground over the contrast between Jack and Mal. it's so...🤌🤌🤌

[yoan-le-grall]

[cable-salamdr]

The Goblin at the tournament is a win for gays and queers EVERYWHERE

(Edit: please don’t spoiler whether this happens or not in the tags or comments (or anything else Geode related for that matter), thank you!)

[frostbitebakery]

the commanders

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[cozylittleartblog]

i now understand how certain people felt when harpy eda was revealed 😳

prints here

[bottombaron]

oh ok so its the usual no-homo bullshit you always hear, good to know.

[neylo]

Before Trafalgar

As you noticed I have been experimenting with a new drawing style. I found inspiration in 1700s and 1800s coloured drawings and I used your requests as an inspiration. Thank you!

Here we have the results - Horatio Nelson in his HMS Victory cabin. I have visited HMS Victory last Friday and I loved it. Then I saw my partner standing there, listening to their audio guide… so I grabbed the pose and used it as a reference.

Nelson’s features are based on his life mask so I’m very satisfied with the accuracy of the picture!

[thedreamerstoryteller]

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 31 (alt. prompt): “Collapsing”

Octavio Bergmann in 60 Minuten/Sixty Minutes (2024)

[harringroveera]

You didn’t even try Steve!