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maithefluffychicken · 2 years ago

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Hazelnuts and blackberries, chocolate and lavender

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Omegaverse Steddie fanfiction, alpha Eddie Munson, omega Steve Harrington, strangers to friends to lovers, alpha beta omega dynamics.

Starcourt.

Small business owners complain about that hellish building that's going murder Hawkins' commercial economy. Or whatever.

Surely, it was going to murder Eddie's sanity, that's a fact. Since the mall opened its doors, the poor alpha’s life hasn’t been the same.

First, that awful morning when Eddie skipped his math class to buy a tape. Not just any tape but the ‘Marching Out’ by Yngwie Fucking Malmsteem, a tape that just released and it was already considered a worthwhile listen album. Eddie was ecstatic, a spring in his step, thinking about listening to his new tape for hours on end, just to find out that the little, cluttered tapes and vinyl store he loved - and where he used to spend a big part of his money - was closed.

Closed!

Eddie glared, gaping like a fish, at the closed door and blinded windows and the big cardboard placard with the word ‘closed’ in big, red letters. By its side, a note that said that the customers could still find whatever music they were looking for in the bigger and better record store at Starcourt Mall.

Since there were no other stupid stores to buy the tape - gas stations never had the new things - Eddie had to go to Starcourt.

Second, the stupid music store with a stupid cool name - Divinyl Madness Records - needed a stupid someone to hire as clerk.

Eddie was that stupid someone, it seemed. The owner of the store was nice, an older and intimidating alpha that sported a trimmed beard and a mane longer than Eddie’s; he saw the boy’s looks and his always present battle denim vest and, with a wolfish grin, as if he had found an equal, asked him a few things while Eddie was trying to buy the fucking tape! What kind of music he listened to (metal, mostly), if he played some instrument (guitar, d-uh!), if he minded talking with people (people usually minded to talk with him if he were being honest), and if he was interested to become part of Divinyl Records, as a clerk.

Eddie could save some money, help at home, and hopefully, Chief Hopper wouldn’t be such a present figure in his life if he worked there. That would be nice. He could always keep his other job - selling a few joints from time to time - but maybe he could start a new life. One that could let him out of here.

That day, Eddie came home with ‘Marching Out’ blasting from his van’s windows down and a new job.

Ok, all in all that had been a nice day after all. Sure, Eddie would miss the old store and his chaotic shelves and disarrayed style, and the owner's long stares at him, the beta glaring at Eddie for taking too much time deciding what to buy while waiting for new album releases. But at home that night, when he told his uncle Wayne about his new job, the man rewarded him with a proud glint in his eye and a pat on his shoulder, reassuring him that he didn't need to worry about their economics, that Eddie better save his money for his future, and made him promise to not go around skipping his classes again.

Third, and worse thing about Starcourt and working there, though, was Steve the King of the Jerks Harrington.

And if his persona wasn't bad enough, the real nightmare was the tight, small ridiculous sailor uniform he had to wear because the fallen ruler of Hawkin’s High worked in the silly ice cream parlor called Scoops Ahoy!

Divinyl Madness was situated right in front from Scoops Ahoy, Eddie had a perfect view of the former king's highlighted blonde mane ruined by the silly hat, his toned arms flexing every time he scooped ice cream. That alone could drive any alpha insane.

But his shorts. Oh boy.

The blue fabric clinged to his round ass perfectly, and left muscular, slightly hairy thighs on sight. And those long white socks that covered his calves.

Eddie maybe hated the guy, but fuck, he was hot. Really hot. Stupidly hot, ridiculously even, always has been, and the alpha hated the way his eyes lingered on the jock whenever he was nearby.

Eddie knew, because he had heard it at high school, that one of the reasons for Harrington's disgrace was the fact that he presented late and as omega. Captain of the swimming team, basketball star, and a bully jock turned into nothing just because of his secondary gender. Eddie couldn’t easily forgive the way Steve Harrington treated his people, the nerds, the outcasts and the misfits, but he never understood that hate towards male omegas or female alphas, as if they were less than nothing. Stupid old-fashioned social conventions.

Anyway. The real and only reason Eddie hated to work at the record store is that Steve Harrington was always there, too, in that small outfit, being hot.

Hot enough to distract Eddie from time to time, who started to stare at him when he wasn't busy and no clients were at the store.

Hot enough to start invading Eddie's dreams at night, and fuck it all, even his fantasies when he was wide awake at night and restless because Steve was a wet dream made flesh and bone and Eddie was just a guy. Just give him a rest. What if he had to knot his own fist, what else could he do about it?

Eddie was just a guy who ate a lot of ice cream that summer.

“Ahoy Ladies! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington,” Steve’s cheerful and flirty greeting to every cute girl while he winked and used his sultriest voice was fucking unnerving to Eddie. Maybe an old habit from when he was expecting to present as an alpha.

Maybe Steve preferred other omegas, just because they were girls? Eddie frowns upon this and he feels suddenly sick. Every fucking time he comes for a stupid ice cream during his break the same thing, the same stupid line falling from these pink, flush lips and Eddie feels…

He fucking wants to growl and snarl at these other poor omegas girls that are unaware of his inner turmoil. He’s going insane, and he has been working at Divinyl Record for only three weeks.

The girls have their ice creams, ignoring the omega in his slutty sailor disguise but they all scrunch their noses when walking past Eddie, glaring at him and flushing themselves together, the way the omegas do to protect themselves against an alpha. Eddie, even enraptured by Steve, notices it and looks at them in confusion, until- fuck. His scent. Sour with jealousy and spicier with his own arousal, it’s a very distinctive and very alpha smell, no doubt the poor girls had felt the need to close their pack to protect themselves, leaving the establishment in a rush.

Fucking great, as if Eddie hadn’t enough in his plate already, now he smells like a predator. And it’s not like he can turn and say ‘hey babes, don’t you fret, you surely are all lovely and very enticing omegas, but I’m afraid my mind is set in this pretty sailor over here, I won’t represent any danger to any of you, and now I bid you farewell.’ Ha!

“Ahoy Lad-, oh Eddie, hi!” Steve greets him, a wide smile in those pink lips and Eddie can’t help but to think, it’s not fair. Why the fuck does Steve to smile at him like that, as if he’s happy to see him today, as if he’s happy to have Eddie coming for an ice cream every day since Eddie started working in the mall, right in front of Scoops Ahoy.

“What, no offer for me to sail this ocean of flavor, hm?” Eddie teases, he can’t help himself. “ You don’t want to be my captain, Harrington?”

Steve’s cheeks turn red and that’s such a good look on him. Eddie’s hindbrain yells mine and he has to shake his head, reminding himself he hates this guy and always will. People don’t change, Steve Harrington doesn't change, he’s still the same jerk, even if his scent is sweeter now and his hair is a bit longer, with blonde highlights…

“Pft, captain? Not even Private First Class, our dear Steve,” a chirpy voice says from the backstore, the blonde girl who works with Steve appearing and resting her arm on Steve’s shoulder, grinning wide while Steve frowns at her. “But he’s working hard. How are you, Eddie?”

“Hey, Robin,” Eddie smiles tensely at her, he doesn’t enjoy the way she treats the omega. From the record store, though, Eddie has seen that it’s just how their friendship is. He knows, he knows they’re friends, and Eddie is no one for them, for Steve. “Slow day at the store, I’m here for my daily dose of sugar.”

They’re not friends, Eddie has to remind himself, when Steve offers him a blinding smile, droopy eyes locking with his own when he asks if he wants a sample of their new flavor.

Fuck.

The thing is, and this is when Eddie realizes for real that he’s completely fucked - about this whole affair who involves Steve Harrington and his inner, loud alpha- the thing is, that Steve’s scent smells like hazelnuts and lavender. And since Eddie started working at the store and spending his money on ice cream, he has been asking for flavors that remind him of Steve’s scent. Almond and maple syrup, chocolate and peanuts - his favorite, since Eddie’s own scent is dark chocolate and blackberries, and -

He hasn’t noticed until now, until this exact moment when he shrugs and Steve offers him a disposable spoon with the new ice cream flavor: caramel and hazelnuts.

Eddie opens his mouth, inhaling the cold scent of the sample when Steve raises his hand, offering the spoon to him; the omega chuckles but shoves the spoon in Eddie’s mouth carefully. The omega’s own scent, warmer and even sweeter, the hint of lavender fills Eddie’s nostrils and makes his mouth water.

Fuck.

“It's good, right?” Steve asks him, eyes wide. Maybe ice cream is the ex-jock whole life, now. “Do you like it?”

Eddie nods, awestruck, forgetting where he is, wrapping his fingers around Steve’s wrist, gently. Steve flares his nostrils, inhaling deep too, and blushing right in front of Eddie’s eyes, who feels his blood boiling in his veins. The omega holds his gaze, his almond eyes bright and wide open, lips parted to taste whatever he’s smelling-

Robin clears her voice, “Steve, I think Eddie wants his ice cream so he can go back to work, and we have more clients waiting.”

The alpha almost snaps at her, turning his head to snarl, but her soft eyes and knowing smile are enough to keep his mouth closed. What the fuck is happening to him today?

“Yes, yeah, sure. What flavor do you want today, Eddie?”

Eddie comes back to the record store with two scoops in his cone, his usual chocolate and peanuts - the closest to hazelnuts until now - and… well, hazelnuts and caramel.

“Hey, pup, what’s wrong with you?” Joe, the alpha who owns the store looks at him and wrinkles his nose. “You smell like you fell into a chocolate fountain, like burnt sugar, you feeling ok, Munson?"

"I… I'm fine," Eddie lies, and the hours don't run fast enough.

When he reaches home, his uncle Wayne winces.

"Uf, son, your rut is early," he says, greeting him.

"Hng," Eddie agrees, flopping onto the couch, face first.

"Something triggered it?" His uncle asks, not unkindly, shuffling in their small kitchenette.

"What do you mean, Wayne?" He bristles, almost snarls, but his uncle simply laughs and puts a glass of water on the table for him.

"Do ya really want to go through the bees and the birds talk again, son?" Wayne asks, teases him, and Eddie grunts, hides his face against the plush, worn cushions that smell like him and his uncle. Their little pack. "Ya know what I mean, some pretty omega caught yer eyes?"

"Uncle Wayne," Eddie groans. Then, the younger alpha thinks about droopy, hazel eyes, about pink lips stretched in an open smile, and the smell of sweet hazelnuts. "Maybe."

His rut lasts three whole days, he spends them in his room, thrashing and growling and having half a mind to not destroy everything he has, his guitars, his amps, his books.

On the fourth day and feeling like shit, Eddie comes back to high school, to his band practice, and to Divinyl Records. At least his brain is not full of cotton anymore, even if his hindbrain is still louder in his mind.

Eddie apologizes to Joe for calling in sick for three whole days.

"It's ok, pup," the alpha pats his shoulder with such force that makes Eddie stumble. "It gets easier when you're older."

"Really?"

"Nah, not really," Joe laughs, putting a box full of records on Eddie's trembling arms and he picks another box, and points Eddie with his chin to follow him. "Just an omega, a good mate, it's the only thing that will make your ruts less miserable, pup. Find someone who sees that you’re so much more than a knothead and never let go."

Eddie snorts at these words, but during his shift, he can’t stop thinking about it. Fuck, he knows he’s far too young to think about finding a mate, and yet, something weird tugs at his gut when he glances sideways and sees Steve across the corridor, in his blue uniform and smiling to a kid. There’s this pup again, his curls under a cap, Eddie has seen him with Steve other times, they greet each other with a silly handshake that makes Eddie smile despite his best effort to keep his frown.

His hindbrain whines and Eddie reminds it, sulking, that they’re not friends, they’re no less than hereditary enemies. There’s no place in Steve’s life for someone like Eddie.

Eddie is focusing, organizing and reshelving some tapes behind the counter when a soft cough calls his attention and makes him turn around.

“Good ev- Harrington?”

Steve is in front of him, holding two cones in front of him, his blond hair is falling over his eyes but there’s no little white hat, and he’s smiling. Wide and beautiful. At Eddie.

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve greets him, his smile shy and tentative.

“What can I do for you, Captain Harrington?” Eddie teases, his eyes jumping from the ice creams to Steve’s eyes.

“You didn’t come for your ice cream today nor the last days, and I thought…” Steve blushes, his eyes leave Eddie’s. “I thought I could bring it to you, maybe we can have our breaks together?”

Eddie gapes like a fish, opening his mouth with nothing to say, and then closing it again. He manages to mumble something about letting his boss know and Steve’s smile widens.

Lavender and hazelnuts fill his nostrils suddenly when Steve’s scent peaks with joy, and Eddie feels far too weak after his rut, his mind wheeling before the alpha can look for his boss at the backstore.

When the older alpha appears, trailing behind Eddie, he looks at Steve and then at his employee, arching a brow. He doesn’t say a thing, but Eddie feels like Joe knows exactly who was the one triggering the rut that forced Eddie to miss three days of work.

Eddie clears his throat and takes the cone Steve is offering, leading him out the store to find some place where they can sit and eat their ice cream.

“It’s the hazelnut and caramel from last time,” Steve informs him, blushing. But if you'd rather have some other flavor…”

“Nope!” Eddie interrupts him, blushing fiercely but unable to stop his mouth. “I loved this one, honestly, my favorite one so far. Thank you.”

Too much information, too much honesty, but Steve gives him that sweet, flustered smile, and it’s worth it. Eddie stares at Steve licking his own scoop, the one Eddie used to order, chocolate and peanuts.

Eddie doesn’t want to hope.

Things change after that evening.

They start looking for each other to share their break time together. Sometimes, if Scoops Ahoy is empty, Robin lets Eddie spend his break with them, perched at the table in their backstore, the three of them eating ice cream. Eddie can’t help but to laugh at the weird friendship antics the young beta and Steve have developed.

Robin used to hate Steve Harrington The King, she confesses to Eddie one lazy evening, the summer is coming to an end and Scoops Ahoy has lesser clients, now. Steve is dealing with a pup that sounds terrifying, no doubt she’ll present as an alpha someday, and she’s demanding free samples for her and her pack of friends.

“And now you’re friends,” Eddie says.

“And now we’re best friends, Eddie,” she corrects. “He’s not like he used to be, I wonder if he ever was like that or if he was, you know, pretending, for survival.”

Robin looks at Eddie, expectant, as if she’s waiting for Eddie to understand some hidden meaning in her words.

“I don’t hate Steve,” Eddie feels the urge to say, and it feels weird to admit it out loud.

“I know,” Robin smirks, making Eddie frown at her. “You reek of sweet blackberries all the time when you’re here, Eddie, I know you don’t hate him.”

“I-... Well, we agree then, we don’t hate Steve Harrington anymore, isn’t that a sign for the Apocalypse that’s to come upon us?” Eddie decides to joke about it, not wanting to acknowledge his burning cheeks or how his belly churns at the mention of his scent when he’s around Steve. And definitely he doesn’t want to listen to his hindbrain and its constant longing for the omega.

“For the Apocalypse, then,” Robin raises her cone - strawberry - and Eddie does the same with his own, chocolate and peanuts and hazelnuts with caramel.

“For the Apocalypse.”

“Scoops Ahoy is going to close its doors, at least until next summer,” Steve informs Eddie.

“What?” Eddie asks, fear rising inside him.

Scoops Ahoy is what had transformed their relationship, from hate to an irresponsible crush (at least for the alpha) to a friendship that leaves Eddie breathless, filling him with longing and a burning desire inside and stupid thoughts about a kind of life Eddie had never wanted to think about before. But Steve is his friend now, Steve wants to spend time with him, even outside their working hours, just like they're doing now.

It’s Sunday and they’re both over the roof of Eddie’s van, watching the sun set, parked on the quarry. It’s quiet and still warm, even if they both have their hoodies ready, it’ll be cold at night.

“And what are you and Robin going to do, now?” Eddie asks. He doesn’t want to lose any of them, now that he thinks about it. Eddie realizes he doesn’t want to lose everything he has found this summer.

Steve and Robin, and the whole strange pack that comes with them. Dustin, the curly hair pup that is a total nerd and Eddie has met and discussed DnD with him and his friends. Lucas, Will and that stubborn pup called Mike. Max and El, the young teens like peas in a pod. And Erica, the strong pup that is Lucas’ little sister and the most terrifying person Eddie has ever met, always surrounded by her own group of friends, always leading them.

Eddie feels strangely overprotective towards them all, even if he met them just recently. It’s all because of Steve, he knows and he can’t stop it now. He wants to protect everything that makes Steve happy, even his underpaid job.

“Oh, don’t worry, Scoops Ahoy closes but Spoons Ahoy opens instead!” Steve half laughs, maybe because he’s witnessing Eddie spiraling on his behalf, because Eddie is looking at him with wide, panicked eyes. Steve’s hand rests on Eddie’s face, soothing him immediately, letting Eddie nuzzle his palm and inhaling deeply from Steve’s wrist glands.

“What the fuck is Spoons Ahoy,” Eddie mumbles, losing himself in Steve’s touch and scent.

“A coffee shop, Eds, they’re keeping our jobs, just as baristas now.”

“Hm, ok,” Eddie mumbles, feeling like he’s laying in a field of lavender and eating sweet, roasted hazelnuts, his body going pliant and weightless when Steve pulls him to rest his head on him, over the omega’s clothed chest.

Eddie inhales deeply, ignoring the last rays of sun to better nuzzle the omega’s preppy white and red polo, his arms wrapping around the omega’s thin waist. It’s good, so good, to just stay like this, knowing his omega is safe with him…

“Don’t wanna lose you,” Eddie whispers, not knowing he’s saying it out loud. His hindbrain swimming in a lavender field.

“You won’t, Eds, I promise,” Steve whispers back, his fingers playing with Eddie’s hair and lulling him to sleep.

It’s middle September when Spoons Ahoy opens its doors, Robin and Steve wearing matching sailor uniforms again, but long sleeves ones now. Eddie misses being able to see Steve’s pale skin covered in moles, even if the new, sinfully tight white slacks stretch deliciously against the omega’s round ass. The first time Eddie sees Steve’s uniform - at Steve’s house, because they’re friends who hang out almost daily, now -, the alpha wants to bite these clothes off until Steve is bare and underneath him, and Eddie has to force himself to laugh at the ridiculousness of the new uniform when Steve looks at him, expecting an answer to a question Eddie can only imagine by context.

He knows Steve can tell what is he thinking, the omega’s nostrils flaring everytime his scent peaks spicier and sweeter. Ripped blackberry and dark chocolate, as his own boss, Robin and his uncle Wayne had informed him, several times now. Even Gareth has told him about it, in a very Gareth way - that was basically shouting at him in the middle of a band rehearsal - to be an alpha and to start courting Steve already because, in Gareth words: ‘he’s sighing too much and it’s annoying’.

Everyone knows how he feels about Steve Harrington, former king of Hawkins’ High School and actual princess of Eddie’s heart.

Steve is just too kind to ignore it in favor of their friendship.

Anyway, Spoons Ahoy it’s a blast and during the first days Eddie can’t share his break with Steve. He waits in line until he can reach the counter and it’s Robin who’s free for him to take his order; Eddie loves the funny beta girl, but he wanted to see Steve. His deception must be obvious.

“Hey, Steve, this one is yours, actually,” she grins and winks at Eddie before he can even say his hellos. Instead, he mouths her a silent thank you that makes Robin shake her head, smiling softly at him.

“Eds!” Steve greets him with his sweetest smile, his scent peaking sweeter, and it’s like summer again and lavender fields. “I’m sorry, I can’t take my break now…”

“Don’t worry, big boy, just wanted to, you know, say hello,” Eddie mumbles, and knows that Steve is looking at his smitten expression, he can’t even disguise it nowadays, he can’t pull a straight face in front of Steve, not for dear life.

Steve chuckles, making Eddie’s chest puff, his hindbrain whispering the sweetest things in his mind. Perfect omega, so sweet and caring, so beautiful, so strong, perfect mate for me, laughing at my words, wanting me back.

But a beautiful dream, though, to have Steve loving him back.

Wait, what?

“I’ve been trying something new. Want to forgo your usual coffee and take a risk, Munson?” Steve asks him, his cheeks deliciously blushed. He seems shy, hopeful even, as if Eddie had told him no at anything during the last months.

“Aye aye, Captain,” Eddie smirks, making Steve snort at his antics. Fuck.

Eddie can’t stay once Steve hands him two steamy disposable cups, one for Eddie and the other for Joe. He rushes to leave the counter, wishing Steve a nice shift and hoping they could spend more time together. When Eddie retreats to the backstore after offering his boss the second coffee, he takes time to admire Steve’s handwriting in his cup. There’s a little heart instead of a dot over the i on his name.

The alpha smiles at it. Holding the cup with both hands, he inhales the warm aroma, expecting… not knowing what, exactly, but he’s rewarded with strong cocoa and roasted hazelnuts. Their scents mixed sweetly in this cup. It’s like holding scorching hot hope in his hands.

Eddie whines, rushing to give it a sip, burning his tongue in the process but ignoring it because Steve had given him hope and a silly, little heart in his name.

It’s Halloween.

Steve says his parents aren’t at home, and invites Eddie, Robin and the pups for a movie night. All the pups have been discussing what movie they should watch first, it’s all sci-fi and horror and Eddie sees an amused Steve, hands on hips and wearing a worn, well loved yellow sweater, playing mom with the pups.

It’s a sight that makes Eddie’s hindbrain go feral, providing him images he doesn’t even want to think right now because, well, he’s surrounded by pups and there’s no doubt they all would know exactly what Eddie is thinking about the omega.

“We can start with Jaws and Alien next and… Wait, who brought The Exorcist? You’re all too young for this movie.”

“Come on Steve, we’re not pups anymore!”

“You won’t be able to sleep later!”

“We’ll nest with you and Eddie, we’ll be fine!”

Steve looks at Eddie at this, blushing fiercely, and Eddie just shrugs. Yes, I want to nest with you and protect these pups that you love as if they were yours and maybe someday we’ll have our own pups in our own nest and… Yeah, yes, Eddie has been thinking about this, sue him - again.

The pups are all tucked on an improvised bed in front of the couch, where Eddie and Steve are sitting together. Robin has claimed the reclining chair for herself, a thick blanket covering from chin to toe, and smiling smugly when she reclines it and gets comfortable.

The movie starts and Eddie startles when Steve gets closer to him, a plush, giant blanket in hands, and smiles at him coyly, a silent question in his shy eyes.

Eddie smiles at him, heart hammering wildly in his chest, laying sideways on the couch and opening his arms for Steve to make himself a place between them.

“I don’t really enjoy horror movies,” Steve confesses in a whisper, covering their bodies with the blanket. “I mean, I’m ok with Jaws, I love Steven Spielberg’s movies, but, Alien?”

Steve wiggles and gets comfortable, taking Eddie’s arms to wrap himself with them, and the alpha has to suppress a purr, but oh, he flushes their bodies together without thinking. Hazelnuts and lavender surround Eddie and it’s summer again.

“Technically, Alien is sci-fi, sweetheart,” Eddie nuzzles Steve’s soft hair. “But I’m here and I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Steve lets out a happy chirp and one of their pups - because now they all are their pups - shush at them.

“Would you scent me if I’m scared?” Steve turns his head to whisper at Eddie, their lips brushing slightly. Eddie wants to growl and claim those lips.

“Always,” Eddie whispers back, no, promises him so earnestly it hurts him physically.

Steve pecks him on the tip of his nose and turns his head to watch the movie, seemingly unaffected by Eddie’s inner turmoil, and daring to intertwine their fingers togethers.

Eddie feels like he’s floating, his purr starts in his chest and it’s low enough that the pups wouldn’t hear it, but Steve can feel the rumble of it, pressed as they are back to chest.

A moment after, Steve’s purr starts too, lulling Eddie to a sated, safe state where even his hindbrain gets quiet. It’s the best Halloween of Eddie’s life..

It’s a rare occasion, Eddie and Wayne have the day off and they decide to drive to the city, see what’s new.

They take a look at the thrift shop, where Eddie spots a brand new denim jacket, in great conditions and so cheap, perfect for a new battle vest. He also finds a couple of t-shirts and brings them all to the counter where Wayne is waiting for him, his own bounty in his hands.

Eddie drops the clothes on the counter and it's when he sees it. Behind the glass, resting over blue velvet, there's a silver chain attached to a silver blackberry.

“It’s beautiful, right?” The girl at the other side of the counter says.

“It’s perfect for a courting gift,” his uncle Wayne agrees, nudging him with his elbow.

Eddie blushes, but he keeps his mouth closed. For now.

“You don’t strike me as the romantic type, Wayne,” Eddie teases, biting a chip dipped in ketchup.

“What’s yer real question, pup, spit it,” Wayne snorts, devouring his burger. “It’s about that Harrington boy?”

Eddie grunts, hides his face and makes some more grumbling noises his uncle takes as an affirmation.

“H-how do I court an omega?” Eddie asks with a trembling voice, muffled by his hands.

Eddie has a plan.

It’s a good plan, it’s a fucking perfect plan and he’s sure that Steve is going to say yes, he’s.. ok, he’s 90% sure that Steve is going to accept his courting gift. They’ve been getting closer and closer, Eddie has been dying to ask, but between their jobs and classes…

It’s an old as fuck tradition, the courting ritual, and nobody does that anymore, but Eddie is an idiot and a romantic and Steve Harrington deserves to be wooed, to be courted. Eddie just hopes Steve says yes. That this is not some kind of joke.

Eddie has the silver blackberry pendant, the one from the thrift store, in a neat, blue velvet box.

He just needs to wait two days. Two days and he’ll give Steve his courting gift on Christmas’ Eve day, during lunch, and he’s going to ask him if he accepts his courting.

No misunderstandings, not hey, I saw this and thought of you, or look! Early Christmas present! No.

A real proposition.

They’re working double shifts because of the holidays, and they have one whole hour for lunch. Eddie runs towards Spoons Ahoy, planning to ask Steve to spend their hour together - as they do now - and finds Steve holding to the counter for dear life, cheeks red and covered in fresh sweat. Thankfully, there are no clients at this hour.

“Stevie!” Eddie shouts and rushes behind the counter, Robin appearing at his screaming.

“Eddie? What… Steve?”

“Steve, sweetheart, are you ok?”

“It’s… too hot,” Steve sighs, tugging at the collar of his sailor uniform.

“Eddie?” Robin asks, scared and scrunching her nose covered in freckles. “Is he… Is he in heat?”

“Y-yeah, yes, smells like it,” Eddie says. Steve’s scent is sweeter than ever, dry lavender under august’s sun and roasted hazelnuts filling and dizzying Eddie’s mind, his own body reacting to his omega’s needs. “He can’t work like this.”

“Go with him, I’ll inform Joe, too.”

“Robin, I can’t… We’re not… He never…” Eddie doesn’t know how to say that he can’t go and betray Steve’s trust. Eddie can’t trust himself, not when Steve is so vulnerable. But Robin basically shoves them towards the exit, ignoring Eddie’s weak protests.

Ok, new plan. Eddie is good at improvising and he’s a firm believer that adaptability it’s a great skill. He has a new plan now.

The new plan is to leave Steve at his house, safe and sound, and then provide for whatever Steve could need.

“Eddie…,” the omega whispers, arching his back in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. “Eddie, it’s too hot.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Eddie tries to soothe him. “It’s your heat, it’s starting now. I’m going to leave you at home, ok?” Eddie caresses the omega’s face, he’s burning as if in fever.

“Would you spend it with me?” Steve asks, whines hopefully and in pain. Fuck.

“I can’t, baby,” Eddie answers, swallowing around the lump in his throat and driving as carefully as he can while his hindbrain is howling. Steve is whimpering, so close to him, scenting his van. “I want to, you know… Fuck, Stevie, you know that I want to, but I can’t do this to you, not like this.”

“Like this?” Steve asks, frowning even if he keeps whimpering softly.

“You know…” Eddie makes a vague gesture with his hand. “Like this.” He repeats. “In heat, you’re like, hindbrain is in control and all that, right?”

Steve barks an angry, incredulous laugh at Eddie.

“Is that how a rut feels for you?” Steve asks.

The alpha looks at Steve sideways, blushing and feeling like the idiot he is. Nods sharply. All alphas are knotheads, after all, aren’t they?

“Eds… I’m in heat, not drugged,” Steve sighs, clearly annoyed and smelling Eddie’s scent, lips parted and nostrils flaring. “I know what I’m doing, and I’m asking you to spend my heat with me, if you want me.”

If you want me. If you want me.

Eddie growls at that, his hindbrain howling. He reaches to hold Steve’s hand, squeezes hard, the omega feels clammy and scorching hot because of the heat.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Stevie, baby.”

Eddie doesn’t remember how they made it to Steve’s house, only that he’s grateful that the Harringtons are always out of Hawkins, because Eddie can’t stop kissing Steve while the omega leads them to his room.

Steve breaks their kiss, their first kiss - not like Eddie had planned but he’s not complaining - and starts rummaging through his room, grabbing blankets and sheets and rearranging his bed. No, his nest.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t get it right,” the omega sobs after a while, fighting against a pillow.

This is more what Eddie expected, if he’s honest. When the hindbrain takes control, logic goes away and instinct takes everything. Steve is now succumbing to it, groaning and snapping, and Eddie falls in love with him even more.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Eddie gets closer, calmly and with his hands raised up. “May I help you?”

Steve’s face is red, fat tears running down his cheeks. Eddie’s heart breaks a bit at the sight, the urge to fight against whatever it is that is making Steve unhappy too strong, his hindbrain too loud to ignore.

“I have nothing that smells like you,” Steve sobs again, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his uniform.

“We can take care of that, hm?” Eddie reassures and Steve looks at him. “I just, I need to… Can I get closer?”

Eddie’s body is reacting to Steve’s scent, to his heat, and when Steve flares his nostrils, lips parted to chase Eddie’s own scent, he knows the omega is tasting his own arousal. Eddie is already getting hard in his jeans, urgency tugging at him in a new, desperate way. There’s this sudden urge to close all the doors and windows, to make sure his omega is safe here. To make sure they have plenty of food and water and whatever Steve could need.

Steve’s heat is triggering the alpha’s deepest instincts, his own rut. Faster now that he’s with an omega in heat, more desperate if that’s possible, quicker the way his body reacts and his hindbrain shuts down his rational mind. If someone tried to enter the house now, Eddie knows he would fight them with teeth and nails.

The omega nods at him, offers Eddie his hand and the alpha rushes to take it in his, kneels in front of Steve and kisses his hand, nuzzles his warm, soft palm, noses Steve’s wrist glands. It’s so different from every other time, so intimate.

“Stevie, sweetheart, I want to give you whatever you could want,” Eddie whispers against the omega’s wrist, who gasps and thrashes, still fully clothed. His rut is overwhelming him and he needs to do something before he loses it completely. “I just want to know that this… that this is what you really want?”

Eddie’s speech is slurred, he can feel it, like he’s drunk but still thinking properly. Still in charge of himself but not for long, and hopes Steve is still in charge of himself, too.

No, of course they’re not drugged, as Steve said, and maybe it’s different for the omega. But Eddie? He knows he’s losing his mind, he needs to be sure. He needs to claim, the only way he can, now.

“Eddie, I told you, I know what I… oh.”

The alpha, who has been carrying the blue velvet box with him for weeks now, too anxious to leave it at home and yet patting it on his pocket every five minutes, is now holding it in front of Steve.

“Eds? Is this…?”

“Open it, please,” Eddie begs, his hips bucking, armpits stinging, his rut coming to him in waves of painful need. “You don’t have to say yes but fuck, I… I hope you say yes, Stevie, I just… I want to ask you… I’ve been wanting for a long time, actually, never sure if you… if you ever…”

He’s rambling, his hindbrain snarling inside him. If Steve rejects him, and still wants Eddie to stay, Eddie doesn’t know if he’ll survive that. If Steve wants him to leave, Eddie would leave the country, leave it for good and never look back.

Steve opens the box and his eyes widen, the light brown swallowed by the black of his pupils, his delicate fingertip caressing the simple pendant.

“A blackberry,” he whispers. “Eddie, is a silver blackberry.”

Steve is smiling when he looks at Eddie.

“It’s… a courting gift, Stevie,” Eddie reassures, his intentions clear, or so he hopes.

“You always smell like ripe blackberries and chocolate when we’re together,” Steve smiles, his eyes bright.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, breathless. “Do you accept it?”

Eddie finds himself with a lapful of happy, chirping omega who is peppering kisses all over his face. They fall to the ground, Steve stradling him, and Eddie hugging Steve back, laughing, feeling weightless and yet like he’s a supernova.

“I thought… Eddie, what took you this long?” Steve pouts before grinning again. “Of course I accept it, silly alpha, help me?”

They stand clumsily, clawing at the last moments of rational thinking to enjoy this moment. Eddie closes the chain around Steve’s neck, takes his chance to kiss at the moles right there in his jaw, the omega shivering under his touch.

After that, it’s all a blur. Steve undresses himself hastily, tossing the uniform somewhere, leaving only the new silver blackberry, and urges Eddie to do the same. The omega steals Eddie’s handkerchief and puts it on his nest, next goes Eddie’s t-shirt, faded and soft and comfortable, and the alpha knows Steve is going to keep his favorite t-shirt when he nuzzles it, pressing it against his face and inhaling deeply. He feels a deep rush of pride, smiling wolfishly, thinking: mine.

“Better?” Eddie manages to ask when Steve deems the nest good enough.

“No,” Steve answers, takes his hands and pulls at him until Eddie is on the nest, laughing, laying barenaked for Steve to touch and scent and enjoy. “Ok, now, perfect.”

They can’t keep talking after that, their needs far too urgent to deny them now that they’re together. Eddie is not a virgin, but he has never shared a nest with an omega in heat, nor has he spent his rut with someone, and it’s so intense, so overwhelming.

It’s so good. So fucking amazing, he’s not ready for something like this, and yet, he can’t believe he’s been living without this.

Steve’s skin is burning and dripping wet when Eddie gets his mouth on him, his little cocklet throbbing in his tongue under the alpha’s ministrations while his own cock is aching, leaking precum all over the nest.

“Alpha, alpha, I need you,” are the last coherent words Steve pronounces that night. Eddie has half a mind to grab one of the condoms Steve tossed into the nest.

Eddie kisses him while he breaches him, his cunt so wet and ready for him, swallowing him to the hilt, until he’s buried deep in the omega.

“Omega,” Eddie worships him, and knows he’ll always worship Steve.

The omega thrashes and bites him in his shoulders and arms, leaving the marks he can while avoiding his mating gland. Eddie hopes they can claim each other in the future.

They wail and whine, their moans and breath mingling, Eddie rolling his hips chasing Steve’s pleasure again and again, the feeling of his walls clenching around him making him believe in a higher power.

“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” Steve chants, and tugs at Eddie’s dark curls, making the alpha growl, his hips stuttering, the knot at his base swelling and catching at Steve’s entrance.

A powerful, earth-shattering orgasm hits Eddie and leaves him breathless, knotting them together. The alpha howls at the sensation, Steve all around him even if he’s still underneath the alpha. The omega is milking him, riding his own pleasure, and Eddie loses himself in their mixed scents and the overwhelming truth that is to admit at last that he actually is in love with Steve Harrington.

Eddie awakes to the sound of a rumbling, loud purr. His muscles are sore and he’s thirsty and hungry as never before, but he’s also sated and happy, his own purr starting happily when he remembers the night before.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Eddie whispers, kissing Steve’s rumbling chest, nuzzling him and feeling absurdly proud of their mingled scents, plus the mess of sweat and slick and overall smell of sex.

“Hngmng,” Steve mumbles, his fingers tangled in Eddie’s fingers and playing idly.

Eddie props over his elbows to look at the magnificent sight that is Steve Harrington, completely naked in the morning light, in the mess of a nest they made together last night. The alpha smiles, completely smitten.

“Is it still too hot, baby?” Eddie asks, and kisses Steve’s lips, softly.

“Hm, not now, but… soon,” Steve answers, biting his lower lip, his soft gaze locked in Eddie’s eyes. He touches his own chest, finds the silver blackberry, and a shiver runs down his spine, Eddie feels like shivering, too. “You meant it?”

“The courting gift? Of course, sweetheart.”

Steve nods, biting his lower lip. Eddie has the need to kiss him again.

“And that you want to give me everything I want? Would you scent me when I’m scared? All that, you meant it?”

“Yeah, omega, I meant it, I mean it… Do you still accept my courtship?” Eddie needs to know, needs to be sure. He’ll probably need to hear it often, still feeling like a dream.

“Yes, Eds,” Steve’s laugh sounds like a chirp, far too adorable. “Do you realize that I’ve been flirting with you since you started working at Divinyl Records, right?”

Eddie blinks once, twice. Wants to say that, yes, that he knew all this time, but the truth is that he’s still wondering if all this is really happening.

“I- Sure.”

Steve chuckles, wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist and pulls at him until they’re kissing again, the urgency rising slowly, letting them enjoy their kiss.

During their lunch on Christmas’ Eve day, Starcourt bursting with people doing last time shopping, Eddie and Steve sit closer than usual. The omega is almost sitting in Eddie’s lap, and the alpha can’t stop nuzzling at his boyfriend’s hair and neck. He feels invincible.

Steve shoves a black velvet box towards Eddie, and kisses him right in his scent gland under his ear, making the alpha growl in pleasure.

“What’s this?” Eddie asks, lips curling in a smile.

“Just open it, Eds,” Steve smiles.

Eddie obliges and opens the box to reveal a silver hazelnut.

“Yes, Eddie Munson,” Steve whispers in his ear. “I accept your courting.”

#steddie fanfiction #steddie #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #alpha beta omega dynamics #fluffy chicken writes #Hazelnuts serires

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flowerhead-fh · 1 year ago

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Cupid!Steve x Rockstar!Eddie

OHHH BOY- GUYS- I was just watching my favorite series of all time, which I would recommend to every living being, called Brooklyn 99, and I got an idea for a fanfic, which immediately made me think of Steddie, so here I am. Please enjoy this, drabble? ficlet? I dunno, short fic sample

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In this world, there are Gods, a lot of them. Under them, you have the demigods. Ever living beings, scattered throughout the earth, to make sure everything is running smoothly (which actually means, they are constantly keeping humans from sending the world to shit)

Steve, is one of said demigods. The demigod of love, cupid himself nonetheless. He does his job, better than most demigods actually. Can even find love for the most unlovable. However he has one weakness, and that's finding love for himself. Yes, yes I know. The irony, but the unfortunate truth is; that Steve Harrington's luck in the romantic department is non-existent.

He had just been complaining about this to Robin during their shared shift at Family Video. "It's ridiculous! I can find true love for everyone but myself?! What kind of power is that?!" He groans in frustration and rests his head on his forearms. "I'm gonna be lonely forever." Robin (the demigod of sand (I told you there were a lot of them)) was meanwhile playing around with the sand in an hourglass.

"Relax, I'm sure you'll find someone eventually! And until then, you've always got me! Besides, would you really want to just zap yourself and a random person, just for the sake of dating someone?" Steve groans again, raising his head up and running a hand down his face. "No, but.... still! I want to- have someone in my life like that." Robin hums sympathetically. "Well, at least you can get laid easy." She says shrugging."

Ahh yes, one of the perks to being Cupid, is that he can control, ignite, and remove lust within anyone he so wishes. "Yeah, but I'm past one-night stands now, Robin! I want someone to love." Steve huffs, as he finishes his sentence.

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Just then someone enters the store. The bell rings, and they both spare a glance at the door. The man entering was dressed in mostly black. He had long curly hair, and silver rings adorned each of his fingers. "Robin," Steve whispers to her, as she's still distracted by the hourglass. "12 o'clock." Steve nods subtly in the direction of the man, as Robin looks up at him. She raises her eyebrows. "Oh shit." She mutters.

Steve tried not to ogle him, he really does, but this might be the most interesting man, currently in Hawkins, so that proves difficult. The man, the stranger, is checking out something in the sci-fi section, smiling to himself. His expression then drops a bit, as he pauses and suddenly makes eye contact with Steve. Steve flinches and gives him a small awkward wave.

The guy starts walking over to them, and Steve gently elbows Robin to HELP HIM BECAUSE WORDS HAVE ESCAPED HIM. "Hey, couldn't help but catch you staring. You a fan?" He asked in a polite manner. Steve wrinkles his eyebrows. "No, that's a fan." Steve points to the ceiling fan. The man glances briefly at the ceiling fan, and then back at Steve, laughing.

"I'll admit to staring at you, yes, but I don't think I recognize you sorry." Steve continues after the stranger's laughter has died down. He stares at Steve, mouth slightly agape, in a somewhat mortified expression. "Oh shit." The man runs a hand down his face an embarrased manner. "Ohhhnoooo, I must seem like such a douchebag now."

He looks down and away from Steve. "No, no ,no! It's fine! Erm- Are you like famous or something? What's your name? Maybe I've heard of you somewhere!" Steve says hurredly, trying to salvage the conversation. The stranger chuckles. "Uhum, it's Eddie, Eddie Munson. I started a band called Corroded Coffin. Do you listen to Metal?"

Steve shakes his head awkwardly. "No sorry, but those names do ring a bell... Oh!" Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, it's that band Dustin has been raging about, together with the rest of the party. "The kids I babysit won't stop talking about you! You're like their idol. What's a celebrity like you doing in Hawkins then?"

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The guy- Eddie, scratches his neck. "Ah, just visiting home. Taking a break, kind of." Eddie leans an elbow on the counter. "What's model like you doing out here?" He asks in a slightly deeper tone. Steve clears his throat, and turns away to attempt to hide his blush. "Ahaha. I live here. Thanks." Eddie hums, and smiles.

He then notices Robin's fidgeting with the hourglass. "Woah! Holy shit!" Eddie straightens up, no longer leaning on the counter, and stares at the hourglass amazed. Robin hums looking up at Eddie. "Oh, we're demigods. I'm the demigod of sand, this is basically I can do." She says is shrugging.

Eddie turns back to Steve with an excited questioning look. "Both of you? What's your thing then, pretty boy?" Eddie leans on the counter again, this time resting his chin on his hand. Steve hums, and ponders on his next actions. On one hand he could just tell Eddie he is Cupid, on the other hand...

Steve hums, and boldly puts finger on Eddie's chest, sliding it down slowly, while igniting an amount lust within him, that's just edging on too much. Then he looks into Eddie's eyes, and says; "This is." Eddie stares at him, with wide eyes, his face burning red, his mouth just slightly open, as if trying to find something to say, and failing.

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Steve pulls his hand away, and simulteaneously quells any and all lust he awakened within Eddie. "I'm Cupid, basically. I make people fall in love and shit. I can also do that- what I just did." He smiles a bit. "Sorry, I hope that wasn't too much, or anything?" Steve looks at him apologetically.

Eddie stares at him a bit longer mouth agape, still blushing. Then he clears his throat, and speaks as casually as he can muster. "Yeah, no, it's cool, it's alright. That was cool, that wasss a-okay!" He grins at back at Steve, who doesn't seem to fully believe him. "You sure? I can imagine it was a bit much."

Eddie nods. "Yeah, seriously, it's cool. Just didn't see it coming is all." Eddie seems to be speaking truthfully, so Steve decides to believe him. "Okay, if you say so." Steve nods as well.

Eddie switches topics. "So, are you single?" Steve looks at him surpised, and pauses. "Uhh... Yes, very much so, actually." He admits blushing a bit. Eddie grins. "How come? I'd imagine you could make anyone fall in love with you, and I mean that both literally and figuratively."

Steve chuckles. "Romantic love spells don't work in my regards, I have to find love the normal way." Steve says rolling his eyes. "So I've remained lonely for a while now." Eddie hums. "Well... This might be a bit forward, but I think-" Eddie leans into Steve's space. "That I should maybe fix that." He then shrugs "But you tell me, Cupid. Are we compatible?"

Eddie looks at Steve expectantly, and Steve pauses to think. "... Yeah, I think we are." He says smiling a bit. They're first date happens just a couple days later.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie fanfic #steddie brainrot #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #ficlet #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #cupid!steve #rockstar!eddie munson

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Harringrove Kinktober Day 30: Dirty talking

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: porn without plot, collaring (maybe), dirty talks, verbal humiliation, vague mention to attempted noncon, homophobic language, mild degradation WC: 1586

Billy sighs and sits on the couch he and Steve have bought from the thrift store. It’s an awful orange but it’s comfy and big enough to be used for an adult to sleep (who is usually Eddie or Billy himself) that's why they bought it in the first place and then put it in the middle of their little living room.

Fuck.

He is still dirty from grease and oil from work and Steve will scold him as soon as he will see him, but he is so fucking tired that he doesn’t give a shit.

It doesn’t matter if he is the more experienced mechanic at work, they always look at him with disdain since Steve brought him lunch at work one day and they kissed, thinking that no one was seeing them.

Billy quickly found out that they weren’t as lonely as he thought and even if no one dared to call him a fairy after he broke Jackson’s nose, everyone started to treat him differently and give him the shittiest job.

Not that Billy could really complain, even if their apartment is small and in the worst neighborhood, they barely made enough to afford it so he can’t put up a fight and risk losing a certain income.

Fuck them.

Fuck them all.

“You ok?”

Billy turns toward Steve, who has entered the living room with two bags full of groceries and Billy hasn’t even noticed.

“Long day.” he tells him, without going into details.

Steve nods and says nothing about the fact that he hasn’t even showered and he is sitting on their couch with his work clothes on.

“You ok?” Billy asks back and Steve nods, while putting away the groceries but doesn’t look at him, so Billy gets up and turns Steve’s face until they are looking at each other in the eyes “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, pretty boy.” Billy scolds him, moving his thumb against Steve’s lower lip “You know that I don’t like it.”

“I’m fine, I swear.”

Billy gets closer, nuzzling his neck “Where have you been?”

“To the grocery store?”

“Liar. You smell of alcohol and cologne. Where have you been?”

Have you cheated on me? That’s the true question that Billy would like to ask, because deep down he knows that he is not enough for anyone, especially for someone like Steve.

“We went to have a couple of drinks. The guys and I.”

The guys. Steve’s teammate. Billy still can’t believe that Steve turned down a complete scholarship to live with him in their cheap apartment.

“Did you have fun? Did you meet someone?”

“Fuck you. You know I wouldn’t do something like that, do you?” Steve growls.

“Do I know?” Billy asks him with a smirk, grabbing Steve’s hair and making him expose his neck even more.

“Did you cheat on me? That’s what happened? Are you a little slut? Eager to get in everyone's pants?”

“Fuck you.” Steve repeats, his cheeks red with embarrassment and anger.

“Oh I will, but thank you for proposing.” Billy grins, dragging Steve toward the couch with no grace; Steve almost bounces on the couch, such is the force that Billy uses to shove him.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” But Billy is already straddling him, licking his face like a big dog and grinding on him, sending sparkles in their veins when their dicks collide.

“Billy?!” Steve asks, confused and aroused, but Billy doesn’t stop, he keeps licking, kissing, and biting every inch of Steve’s skin, he wants to mark him as his property, no one should ever get closer to him, he wants everyone to knows that Steve is already fully taken, that there is someone that is not scared to leave love bites on his skin.

“Billy…” Steve tries to protest, but his objections are weak and full of moaning.

“I want to mark you up, baby. I want everyone to know that you are mine. That I’m the only one allowed to do this.” with that he lowers himself, opens Steve’s pants, and laps at Steve’s dick teasing him.

“Fuck… Billy…”

Steve is a moaning mess under him by the time Billy finally takes him into the hot velvet of his mouth,

Steve tries to thrust into his mouth, but Billy’s tight grip on his hips makes it difficult so he has to accept that he has no control and all he can do is take what Billy is willing to give him.

Billy feels Steve’s muscles dart under his expert tongue, so he frees his dick with a loud pop, and Steve glares at him offended.

“What? You don’t want me to think that you are an eager slut, do you?”

But Steve at this moment feels exactly like an eager slut.

“Did you lose your words, pretty boy? Too many thoughts in that silly head of yours? Or maybe there is just one thought, uh?”

Steve nods “Come. Let me come. Please.”

Billy smirks “I love it when you beg, baby. Can you beg a little more for me?”

Steve will do whatever Billy asks him to so he starts a litany of prayers that are like music for Billy’s ear.

“So pretty. And you are mine. Tell me that you are my little slut.” he asks Steve, removing his pants and his underwear.

“I’m yours.”

“My what?”

“I… I’m your little slut.”

Billy grins and then puts his own fingers into his mouth, licking them until they are covered in spit, then he starts to circle Steve’s rim.

“Billy…” the boy begs him while Billy bends Steve’s legs toward his chest and Steve quickly grabs them, holding himself spread and open for his boyfriend.

“Billy…”

“My little slut…” he whispers again on his skin, penetrating him with a finger.

Steve jolts at the intrusion, but quickly accepts it and starts to push against Billy’s hand harder and harder.

“Tsk, you really are a slut. Should I leave you some money after I fuck you stupid? That’s what you are looking for?”

Steve shakes his head.

“No, what? Are you not a slut?”

“Only for you."

And damn if it doesn’t get exactly to the center of Billy's cold heart.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.” he whispers on Steve's skin, then he spits on Steve’s hole and his dick before starting to thrust inside him slower but relentlessly until he bottoms out and his balls collide with Steve’s ass.

“So full…” Steve moans.

“Yeah? Is it nice?”

Steve nods, unable to talk and Billy starts to gently move in a rocking motion until Steve starts to beg for more.

“Harder. Harder.” he begs and Billy can’t really deny him anything when he is like that so he gives him what he asked for, latching on his neck like a vampire leaving dark blue hickeys around his neck.

“Mine…” he growls in his ears, before biting it playfully “All mine…” he whispers.

“All yours… your little slut.”

And the admission makes Billy come so hard inside Steve that he almost collapses against the other boy.

“My little slut…” he whispers in awe while he tries to regain his breath.

Steve lowers his legs and hugs him While Billy is still deep inside him holding him tight against his chest and letting the fast rhythm of his heartbeat be a lullaby in Billy’s ear.

“Now would you like to tell me what happened?”

“Why do you smell like alcohol and cologne?”

Steve sighs “I told you. I had a drink with the boys.” but that’s not the entire story, Billy can tell.

“What else?”

“Tommy… he… tried something.”

Fucking Hagan, always snooping around his boy “What kind of something?”

“Nothing you have to worry about. I handled it.”

“Steve. What kind of something?”

“He tried to kiss me, ok? So I poured my whisky on his stupid head and some of the drink spilled on me and I tried to hide the smell with some cologne. Not that it worked in any case.”

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Steve chuckles “No, baby, you will not try to kill the son of the rector of the institute.”

“He can’t do what the hell he wants to do only because he thinks he is entitled to it!”

“And he will not. I’m not a damsel in distress, did you forget that?”

Billy did not. Steve is strong and fierce but he can’t hide his sorrow at the thought of someone like Tommy Hagan putting his dirty paws on Steve’s beautiful skin.

“You know what? I’ll put a fucking collar on you, with a tag that says owned by Billy Hargrove.”

“Oh, yeah, that will be absolutely a normal thing to wear in class.” Steve chuckles, but Billy is even more determined to mark him as his so he keeps leaving hickeys on Steve’s golden skin and when he finally feels satisfied Steve’s neck has a necklace of hickeys.

“You are a fucking beast.”

“And you are mine. My little slut.” he tells him, finally moving away, but Steve grabs his arm, kissing him deeply and whispering on his skin “Your little slut. Only yours. Forever.”

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can-i-get-a-yippee · 9 months ago

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I like to think of Shannon lives AUs bc she deserved better and I think it could’ve had some great storylines that paralleled/contrasted to Athena and Michael’s divorce storyline.

Like, imagine her and Eddie divorcing and her finding a new partner.

Because Shannon and Eddie loved each other but they were both too passionate, too hot tempered, too stubborn—too alike.

They burned bright together, but they also burned hot. It’s not a sustainable relationship, especially when Chris is involved.

So they divorce, and they co-parent, and it’s fine. It’s not ideal, not by a long shot, but it’s fine — good even. Shannon gets an apartment 20 minutes from Eddie, and a temp job at some finance firm downtown. Eddie still has Chris most of the time, but Shannon negotiated him up to her getting Chris while he works shifts and every second weekend of the month with Carla helping fill in some gaps. He doesn’t love being separated from his son, but he would be lying if he said it isn’t nice to do adult activities with Buck and his 118 coworkers on the weekends Shannon has custody. (Though Buck gripes that he misses getting to see Christopher every weekend, and Eddie can’t help but agree) He and Shannon still argue, bicker, about everything from pick-up schedules to parent teacher conferences. After all, being divorced doesn’t fix their communication issues, but Chris seems happy, and they’re leagues better than when they were married.

Until Shannon announces she met someone.

Well, met isn’t the most accurate word because when she tells Eddie on the front steps of his house after her weekend with Chris, she admits they’ve been seeing each other for almost 4 months.

His name is Jack. He’s a salary man— a financial analyst at some firm that Eddie doesn’t care to remember the name of— and Shannon accidentally spilled a cup of coffee on him when she ran into him at the coffee shop beside her office. He was kind and gracious and offered to buy her a new cup, despite it not being his error. She hadn’t wanted it to happen, hadn’t been looking for it, but something between them had just clicked. It’s going on 4 months and she wants to introduce Chris to him soon, but only if Eddie approves.

She and Eddie might be divorced, but she is determined to make this co-parent thing work, and if he says no, she’ll respect his decision and not bring it up again.

And Eddie, he wants to be angry. He can feel the venom boiling in his throat before she even finishes her sentence. She had divorced him. She had said that she wanted to focus on being a mother and not a wife. He wanted to make it work, and she had given up. Now, barely a year later, she’s asking him to introduce their son to her new boyfriend?

It’s an ugly and unfair feeling that he swallows down when he strains out, “Let me think about it.”

And he tries to ignore the hole in his chest when Shannon gives an apology as her goodbye.

He complains the next day to his coworkers with a mixed response. Bobby tries to offer insight based on his relationship with Athena’s kids and Michael, and Hen and Chimney chime in with their own opinions and personal anecdotes. However, it’s when he’s complaining to Buck in the locker room that he feels his stomach twist

“I just didn’t expect her to move on that fast,” Eddie repeats the sentiment that he had been repeating all shift as he slams the locker door. “We’ve barely been divorced for a year, and she’s already wanting to introduce this guy to our kid? Everything online says to wait at least 6 months, but she’s over here doing it at four months. And she wants me to agree to it, says she won’t introduce him if I’m not ready, making me look like the bad guy if I say no.”

He huffs and turns to look at Buck who has been attentively listening from the bench.

“Eddie,” Buck says it slowly. He’s giving Eddie that earnest, doe-eyed look that he gives when he’s about to say something that he knows Eddie doesn’t like. “Not that I don’t agree with you about Chris here because four months does seem a little early, but it doesn’t feel like that’s what you’re mad at her for.”

Eddie turns away then, unwilling to hold Buck’s stare any longer. The truth is stuck in his throat, and Buck has a way of making it spill out of him.

Because the truth is, Buck is right. He’s irritated about how early in the relationship Shannon wants to introduce their kid to this new guy, but he’s angry that she’s making things change, that she’s moving on from them.

Sure, their relationship wasn’t the best. They had been forced to speed their relationship up from its natural progression when Shannon got pregnant. He’s not even sure if they would’ve lasted the year had it not happened, but then it did and then they were married and then there was army and the fighting and the leaving.

But despite everything, they had always been tied to one another.

And now, she was moving on, building a new life, and Eddie was stuck in place, mourning a life that he never had in the first place.

And what if she wants everything to change? What if she wants to get actually serious with this guy? What if she wants to take Chris more than just every second weekend and try to build a family with him without at all the baggage Eddie had brought? What if this other guy comes in marries his (ex)wife and tries to take his kid and shatters the house of cards Eddie had assembled here?

God, his parents already tried to take Chris. If Shannon tries, he’ll —

“Hey, Eddie, you okay, man?” Buck had stood up and moved beside him. He’s look at him with that stupidly earnest and open expression on his face, and his hand stutters at his side, like it wants to reach out and touch him (and a part of Eddie wishes it would). “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just— you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face. “It’s just— Shannon, we’re just getting a handle on the divorce co-parent thing, and we’re getting okay at it, and now she wants to change everything. We’re finally at a semi stable place, and now she wants to throw a wrench in it because of some guy she just met.”

Buck is quiet for a moment before he questions carefully, “Did you …expect that she would never date again?”

“No!” The response comes too quickly, and then he sighs. “Yes… I don’t know. I just thought we were at a good place, and doing this coparenting thing right, and now she wants to add this new guy into the equation. She wants it to change. “

The ‘I don’t want it to change’ goes unspoken.

Because things are going good right now.

Eddie loves his job. He loves his team.

He and Buck spend almost every moment outside of work together, grabbing beers when Chris is away and going to the zoo when he’s not. Dinners at Bobby and Athena’s are common and so are play dates at Hen and Karen’s. Chris loves Denny and Harry, and Eddie loves that he has a support system here.

Chris is the happiest Eddie’s ever seen him. He’s getting good grades and making friends. His teachers gush about how happy he is— telling Eddie about all Chris’ stories about what he does when he visits his mom or the weekend adventures with Buck. He’s thriving for a kid whose parents just got divorced.

And Eddie’s communication is the best it’s ever been with Shannon. When you take the sex and the relationship baggage, they make a good co-parenting team. Not perfect, not by any means, but they both love their son and centering him seems to have made them more agreeable.

If his life could stay like this, he wouldn’t complain. He doesn’t need anything else, anyone else. He’s happy.

And Shannon wants to mess that all up by starting a relationship that she made clear she didn’t want with Eddie.

“Hey, no matter what happens with Shannon, you know you’re the best father Chris could ask for. Shannon dating this new guy, it doesn’t take that away,” Buck says it with a grin and knocks their shoulders together. “And it’s not like you’re alone in this. Everyone here has your back. I’ve got your back.”

And Eddie— Eddie can’t help but grin at that as he knocks his shoulder back against Buck’s. “Does that mean you’re still down for dinner tonight? I told Chris we could order pizza since we’re getting home late.”

“Only if I get to pick the place,” Buck responds easily as he slings his bag over his shoulder. “The last plan you ordered from skimped on the cheese.”

It’s hard not to think, as they walk out chatting about weekend plans and Chris’ science project, that maybe there’s one thing he wouldn’t mind staying the same forever.

#this was supposed to be like 100 words but I got carried away #maybe I’ll write this fic if I ever finish my other fics for other fandoms lmaooo #but I just really would’ve liked to see divorced Shannon and Eddie making it work #with Buck coparenting with Eddie and neither of them realizing it acknowledging it #911 #slight Buddie #everything I write has slight Buddie if it’s 911 related tho lmaooo #Shannon Díaz #Eddie Díaz #evan buck buckley #buckley diaz family #911 abc

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heartharps · 2 years ago

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spicy six ocean’s eleven au

nancy is ocean, obviously. she's the mastermind. we catch up with her as she's being released from prison at the end of a grand theft sentence. she meets a blackjack dealer in a local casino, who insists her name is maya even though nancy calls her robin.

"where is he?" nancy asks, referring to their longtime friend and partner in crime, steve.

robin explains he's in LA, teaching movie stars how to play cards. nancy is surprised they aren't still joined at the hip.

"i got a girl. i got busy. he threw a fit, flew to cali, and now he calls me every day just to tell me which celebrities are assholes."

it takes nancy no time at all to find him running a game in some flashy hollywood club. he isn't even surprised when he walks into the room and nancy is there, easily winning all the nepo babies' pocket change.

nancy and steve head to a bar, someplace quieter, almost empty at that hour. just seeing each other is all the catching up they need to do. they know each other too well. they've been in this business together for years. it's always the same story when they find each other.

“so tell me," he says.

"it's tricky," she answers. "never been done before. lots of planning, and a large crew. the take -"

"what's the target?" steve asks.

"the take is eight figures," nancy promises.

steve knows somethings up. "whats. the. target."

it's a vegas casino. it's crazy, the hardest con they've ever tried—but nancy has a solid plan, and talk about a jackpot.

steve still thinks she's hiding something. he keeps pressing her for the reason why. why so complicated? why this? why now? she plays it off, pacifies him with vague talk of opportunity and honor.

steve is itching for a real job again. and he's followed nancy into worse, hasn't he? and talk about a jackpot!

so they get to work.

they need a crew. they figure it out while robin moves to vegas, claiming her girlfriend loves the heat.

jonathan will handle electronics. argyle is still the best driver around.

"what about munitions?" steve asks. their go-to guy retired after losing a couple fingers.

"we're set," nancy says. "i found someone new."

steve is reluctant, not wanting some trigger-happy hotshot stepping all over their job.

"don't worry. you'll like him."

she hires eddie. (steve does like him, eventually.)

nancy thinks they need one more, so steve goes to indianapolis to pick an up-and-comer recommended to them by an old mentor. (dustin gets linus' intro. he's surprised steve offers him the job so quickly. "claudia has faith in you," steve says. "well, mothers are like that.")

they all convene in vegas. nancy is shocked when robin shows up with a bouncy 5-foot-nothing blonde on her arm, introducing her as chrissy.

nancy pulls robin aside to say what the fuck? you can't bring a plus one to the secret crime meeting!

"we need a grease man," robin says. "chrissy is SUPER flexible!" and she’s maybe a little too excited about it.

nancy rolls her eyes but agrees. they do need a grease man. grease woman? someone tiny to sneak around and hide in tight corners. apparently chrissy had joined a local circus troupe, so she was plenty qualified.

they debrief the job. they're knocking over tommy hagan's casino. none of them have met him before; he's just a wildly successful casino owner.

there is a reason why nancy picked his casino, but she lies and says it was random.

steve figures it out a week later.

dustin's job was to follow hagan and learn his schedule. (the kid didn't like the low-stakes work, but stopped complaining when steve threatened to send him back to indiana.)

dustin reports to steve, walking him through hagan's daily routine. it ends like this: "and then comes the girlfriend."

they both watch as a gorgeous woman with bright red hair struts across the casino floor.

"this is the best part of my day," dustin says, stars in his eyes. "i'm not sure if we can use her yet. i haven't even caught her name."

steve sighs. "barb," he says. "her name is barb."

steve confronts nancy. "tell me this is not about her, or I walk off the job."

"who?" she plays dumb.

"barb! tell me this isn't about screwing the guy who's screwing your wife!"

"it's not about that!"

"seriously? im not stupid, nance!"

"...it's not entirely about that." she's honest and somber now, speaking with a dark look in her eyes. "remember when we got into this business? we said we'd play like we had—"

"we had nothing to lose," steve finished.

"well, i lost something. i lost someone."

it hit steve then, hard like a smack in the face. he knew it had been tough for nancy, when barb found out about her career and left her. but he thought it wasn't that bad, that she was getting over it. he never realized how hurt she was.

so now, as nancy said, "that’s why i'm here."

steve knew he had to stand behind her.

#sorry that there's hardly any eddie #he and steve are doing all kinds of shenanigans and falling in love while they prep for the heist :)#should i write more?#stranger things #stranger things fic #spicy six #fruity four #steddie fic #steddie #buckingham #steddie fanfiction #nancy wheeler #steve harrington

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penny00dreadful · 2 years ago

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First Impressions - Chapter 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 AO3

All in all, Eddie was in a good place right now.

He hadn’t been forced to interact with Harrington in days.

He was making great tips at work too, a fact he attributed to his new round of ancient band tops that he’d recently slashed through and cut up, removing the ratty hems and collars, turning them into crop tops that left him chilly but he looked damn fine in.

He was still completely devoid of inspiration when it came to Eirwen, but there was a small short story he was working on in the meantime to burn off his writer's block. It had started with the thoughts of red lighting he’d had a couple of weeks ago and the flipped world mirroring this one called the Upside-Down. He’d originally envisioned a completely inverted world like a capsized ship but then started thinking of alternate worlds and planes and maybe an alternate dimension would fit better? So it wouldn’t be literally an upside-down world but more like a mirrored dimension.

It was leaning a bit more sci-fi than he wanted but that’s what was currently leaking out of his brain so he took it and ran with it while he waited for Eirwen to tell him what her next step was.

The bastardising traitorous fluttering in his stomach had eased away to a gentle wave that was almost non existent and Eddie thanked whatever gods were out there that he seemed to finally be getting over it. Whatever it was.

Just a biological reaction probably. That’s all.

He’d considered getting it all out of his system with someone else, hit up a few bars or clubs in the city, see if someone caught his eye and then he could just fuck the stupid biological urges out of himself.

But the idea really didn’t appeal to him anymore. He was tired. Tired of hookups, tired of short and sharp relationships that only lasted a few months until the honeymoon period wore off and they both realised they didn’t even really like each other under all the hormones.

People always assumed Eddie was a quick fuck, no call afterward kinda guy. The hard edges and rough denim and the rings and the chains boxed him in in some aspects. But they kept him safe too. The fuckers of the world who liked to toy around with emotions left him alone because he looked like a tough bastard.

He wasn’t though. Chrissy said he was just a soft pink teddy bear on the inside and yeah, you know what? He really felt that way sometimes. But if his teenage years had taught him anything it was that people love to fuck around and hurt that little thing inside him for their own validation and that was not the most fun thing in the world.

He wanted… He wasn’t sure of exactly what he wanted. Maybe to be comfortable. To have a relationship that felt easy and simple and was so effortless to fall into because they clicked, they had chemistry and shared interests and were so compatible that it barely felt like work. He wanted companionship and love, not just hot bathroom or alleyway sex.

Fuck.

Was this what getting old was like?

At least he had his passion for music back again. He’d been writing songs and the whole band had been more dedicated than every to getting their shit perfect , spending hours losing themselves in it. While he and the boys were just excited to perform for their friends, for the kids, Gareth was acting like his whole life depended on it. He had nearly erupted into flames when he’d heard that a recently single Will would be there to watch and he was almost militaristic with his orders to get their shit together and put on the performance of their life.

When he’d asked for a shift change so he wouldn’t have to go back to work after the gig, Charlie had whined and complained and started to rant at him but he just blinked his big wide eyes at her. He’d learned to weaponise them years ago.

She’d huffed and puffed and lamented that she shouldn’t even be here in her position. She was destined for a big city office job, or a rich husband so she could stay home.

Eddie had asked her once what would she even do sitting around at home all day under the thumb of said rich husband? It resulted in him being on the end of a mind numbing one sided conversation about how she’d keep the house straight or raise the kids and how hard could it be? And if it did get to be too hard, well wasn’t that what nannies and maids were for? She said that was the dream. Eddie thought it sounded like a lobotomy, but he kept that opinion to himself. He needed the shift change after all.

He’d tried to have a good bitch about it with Lionel but Lionel thought it wasn’t so bad. True love always had a way of working out, he said. If two people were happy together then nothing else mattered. Eddie held his tongue on that one as well. He just couldn’t break the poor boy's naive little heart. True love often didn’t survive when one side was incredibly dissatisfied or unequal in the relationship. His parents were an example of that.

Jeff tossed him a soda from across Gareth's garage as they ended practice. “Be advised, Dustin is working on getting Chrissy a date again.”

Eddie let his head drop back with an exasperated groan, shaking his fists. “Christ, what is that kid's problem? I swear to god, he thinks he’s the foremost authority on relationships because he’s been with the same girl since he was, like, five.”

“Thirteen.”

“Same thing.”

“Apparently his whole thing with playing matchmaker isn’t new. He used to do this shit to Harrington all the time.”

Eddie snapped his head back up to look Jeff in the eye.

“King Dick needed relationship help from a teenager? There’s no way that’s true. Harrington was famous for his sluttiness.”

“I don’t think it was that he needed his help, I think Dustin just forced his help on him.”

Eddie scoffed. “Typical. So why’d he stop? Tell him to start again, get back on Harrington’s case and off Chrissy’s.”

“Nah, I’m not getting in the middle of that minefield. Sources say it went badly. And he spent a solid six months trying Robin and Harrington together.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. For a genius that kid could be so damn dense. There was an irritating itch in his brain, in his blood, in his skin. He didn’t want to ask. He didn’t care what kind of history was there. He didn’t. But apparently his mouth was running away with him again. “Did it go badly last time because it was Buckley or was it someone else? What did he do to fuck it up?”

Jeff raised an eyebrow at him and Eddie was forced to crack his soda can and gulp it down to avoid eye contact.

“Awfully presumptuous of you to assume he fucked it up. Some might even say you’re being judgy.”

“I’m not being judgy.”

“Prejudiced.”

Eddie spun back around. “Prejudiced?! Jesus Christ, what is this? A Jane Austin novel?”

“You’re being very dramatic right now.”

“Bite me.”

Dustin was a truly awful matchmaker and Eddie was forced to watch the whole awkward thing unfold from behind the bar.

Chrissy and Mr. Normal-Guy-Whatever-His-Name-Was were in a booth off to the side and he hadn’t stopped talking for the entire forty-five minutes they’d been there. Chrissy looked like she was in between falling asleep and pulling her own teeth out but she’d asked Eddie not to intervene. Yeah he could be a little… protective of her at times but that’s what best friends were for. He was just looking out for her. She was just too damn polite, too sweet to cut shit short. She didn’t want to be rude. Eddie had absolutely no problem being rude if he had to.

But she hadn’t looked in his direction the entire time, almost like she thought if they made eye contact he’d be activated like some kind of sleeper agent to swoop in.

Maybe she wasn’t too far off.

Was he being clingy? Overbearing? Was this red flag behaviour? There’s only so much he could excuse by being trauma bonded from the earthquake. It was how they’d first met, outside of passing each other in the highschool hallways. They’d both lost their homes and had arrived at the shelter at the same time resulting in their cots being situated right next to each other.

Chrissy had smiled at him under the settled dust in her hair and the cut across her eyebrow. She looked like Veronica Sawyer at the end of the movie and Eddie knew he looked more intimidating than he ever had in his life before. He’d been dressed for a show, all leather and tears and chains and mesh and denim. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes, he had bruises blossoming over his arms and back, he had blood under his nails and in his hair and soaked through his jeans into his lap. None of it was his. None of it was Wayne’s either, thank god.

And she’d still smiled at him in her sweet open way and said “I guess we’re neighbours, huh?” while her mother sent them the stink eye.

They weren’t even that close in the weeks afterward, but she was always civil to him and his uncle, no matter what her mother whispered to her. Until one afternoon when he’d found her forcefully emptying her guts out in a secluded corner behind the building where he’d usually go to smoke.

She looked terrified, guilty and in pain and it just about broke his heart.

He sat with her after meal times then, to give the food time to digest and whisked her away from the soul sucking presence of her mother whenever he could.

In the intervening years between then and now they’d been through more than their fair share of shit and stuck by each other's side for all of it and he’d be damned if he stopped looking out for her now.

If only she’d look out for herself. He knew why she’d said yes to this doomed date. She was trying to cover up, to mask, to run. There was something there about her feelings for Robin and she couldn’t or wouldn’t acknowledge them.

Eddie knew the dance well.

She was trying to convince herself she was as straight as could be, trying to hide from the really scary self realisation that maybe she wasn’t straight.

Or that could be Eddie projecting.

He had plenty of denial in his own past and usually he hated to put a label on someone without their say so, but he knew Chrissy too well.

He was snapped from his inner thoughts as they both stood and began to make their way towards him. Chrissy looked withered and the guy looked earnest but intense, like he was trying to investigate a puzzle.

Eddie busied himself behind the bar, trying not to make it obvious that he’d been watching them like a hawk.

“Hi. How’s it going, you two?” He asked, as casual as possible which apparently wasn’t that casual if the strained smile Chrissy was giving him was anything to go by.

“It was a fun time, but we think we’re better off as friends.” Her expression to him was nothing short of ‘thank god’. Eddie couldn’t help the corner of his mouth lifting slightly but his expression dropped when he glanced back and saw the guy giving him a quick once over.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no please. Not a boring, normie guy I can’t even remember the name of. Please no.

The guy turned his watery blue eyes back to Eddie’s, his gaze unsettlingly intense but it seemed like he didn’t even realise he was giving off that kind of vibe.

“Well, I must not overstay my welcome. Bad etiquette, you know.”

Oh jesus.

His accent was overly posh, English and snooty as all hell. He inclined his head in Chrissy’s direction before offering her his hand. When she took it, he raised it to his lips and placed a stilted but innocent kiss on her knuckles before loosening his grip, not letting his hand linger too long. “‘Till we meet again, madam.”

“Uh…” Chrissy looked like she’d been thrown into the deep end of a cold pool. “Sure. Bye.”

With that, the man sent a curt nod in Eddie’s direction again, with another wandering eye, a gentler nod towards Chrissy and swept himself out the front door.

As soon as he was out of sight, she slumped forwards over the bar. “Eds, honey. I need a Cosmo date, now. Like right now.”

“Why don’t you just open your mouth and I’ll put a funnel down your throat?”

“Please.”

Eddie looked around the bar. There was barely anyone in, Jeff was recovering from the dentist so there was no lunch break gig tonight and Lionel looked like he was falling asleep from boredom at the opposite end of the bar.

“Okay, go back to your booth. I'll bring them down in a minute.”

He tried to saunter down the bar as nonchalantly as possible, plastering on his best winning smile.

“Lionheart, darling.” The kid was startled a little at the sound. Maybe he really had been drifting off. “You know you’re my favourite little baby gay?”

Lionel’s gaze grew scrutinising as he took in the cocktail glasses Eddie was pulling down from the rack. The Hideout didn’t do cocktails. They were strictly a cheap beer and whiskey kind of place. But Eddie did cocktails for the people he liked and he was damn good at them.

Lionel rolled his eyes but the sting was taken out of it by the sweet smile he always seemed to have on his face.

“Thirty minutes?”

Eddie placed the back of his hand over his forehead and swooned. “You’re my hero.”

Chrissy practically snatched the drinks from the tray when he brought them over, taking a large gulp before starting.

Apparently the guy had loved to talk about himself, his job, his hobbies, all with an uppity accent that had started to grate about fifteen minutes in.

“Why didn’t you just stop him then? Cut the date short?”

“Because Edward , that would have been rude.”

“Not really, Christine . Rude would have been just getting up and walking out.”

“I still don’t understand how you can do that.”

“I don’t waste my time with people I don’t want to waste my time with.”

“Mm-hmm.” Chrissy hummed through another mouthful.

“Where did Dustin even find that guy? Did he just pick him up off the side of the road?”

“I dunno, apparently he knew someone who knew someone at work or something. Honestly,” Chrissy hesitated, hiding her blush behind her drink. “I kind of zoned out.”

They talked for a little longer, it was always so easy to talk to Chrissy. More than once they’d been kicked out of a diner or cafe because they’d lost track of time and had been hogging a table for hours. He wasn’t sure just how long they sat there before there was a sharp knock at the bar behind them. Looking around he saw Lionel nodding his head towards the back office and gesturing him over.

“Shit.” He nearly tripped over himself in his haste to run back with a happy tipsy buzz in his gums. He barely had a second to lean casually against the bar before Charlie stuck her head out.

“Anyone fighting?”

“No.”

“Anything broken?”

“No.”

“Good.” She was gone again the next second. Chrissy joined him at the bar a few seconds later, their conversation never letting up, not even once he finished his shift and they’d walked home.

Chapter continues on AO3

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duuhrayliegh · 2 years ago

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YALL ARE BECOMING TOO POWERFUL

ALSO THIS IS WHAT MADE ME THINK OF BC IM ON A BARTENDER!EDDIE KICK

This was taken at an after-work party, one of the times Eddie has an opportunity to indulge in what he loves most--you. You don't drink while on the job, to be honest, you really don't like the taste of alcohol, but your friends were out with you so had told Eddie that you were going to "let loose like a caboose." Eddie still doesn't fully understand what that means.

Right now, he's watching you on the dance floor. He's used to seeing you in dazzling sets of lingerie that show just enough to be considered scandalous, but this version of you?

He isn't quite sure what to focus on.

The fabric of your dress--if you could call it that, it was more of a cover-up than a dress, in Eddie's opinion, not that he was complaining at all--reflects every single beam of light that touches it.

Every head in the club turns to watch you in fascination and Eddie feels his chest fill with pride. He would never own up to it with anyone, but knowing that you were going home with him while he could see the lingering want in every patron's eyes, did something for the part-time guitarist. And just to clarify, he wouldn't own up to it because you aren't going home with him in any capacity that could be construed as romantic--at least that's what he thought.

His eyes blur as he realizes that he's lost sight of you in the throng of people before him. Eddie cranes his neck to the side to get a different vantage point to try and spot you. This is the world's most nerve-wracking game of 'Where's Waldo?' ever. The thought floats to the back of his head and he realizes that Miss Loose Caboose has been rubbing off on him more than he thought.

"You looking for someone, Teddy?"

He spins around, the club soda in his hand almost spilling over the rim of his glass. You peer up at him while holding a red cocktail straw between your plump lips. A rush of relief runs down Eddie's spine as he wraps his left arm around your shoulder.

His eyes unconsciously dart around the room and he gets the privilege of seeing a few hungry faces transform into irritated scowls. It makes his lips lift into a lopsided smirk, satisfied with himself.

“There's no one else I need, baby doll."

so yeah bartender!eddie is LOVESICK out of his mind and just can't admit it even tho everyone (especially steve) can tell that he likes baby doll

i'm so ready for yall to read destined for an alternate dimension, i don't have a release date yet (as I'm still writing the fic) but here's just a little insight into the world of burlesque bartender!eddie and his baby doll

Corroded Coffin album launch party - 1989

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drabbles-mc · 2 years ago

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Losing It

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.13 Can’t Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs- Dislocation

Combined with this request from @espieviolet99: What if they have a sweet moment where reader is like, "I know you still love Nancy, but I kinda like you" and he doesn't quite act on it until they're stuck in the upside down after the bat fight.

Warnings: angst (with a hopeful ending), injury, canon-typical violence, language, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is my first ever Steve fic! It was definitely fun to take on a new character from the series. Hope y’all enjoy! (Also just a reminder that my requests are still closed. This is an old request that just so happened to line up with the Whumptober prompt of the day.

Stranger Things Taglist: @garbinge @thatpunkmaximoff @winchestershiresauce @xbunnysbrainx @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @lmili (If you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know!)

Your mind was going at a million miles a minute as everyone started piling into the tiny little boat. The sounds of Dustin’s complaining was drowned out by your own thoughts and the blood rushing in your ears. Even though you weren’t really listening to what anyone was saying, your body was still going through the motions. Outwardly, you seemed fine except for the extra jitters.

Your thoughts were split in two, one half of them trying to think of every possible outcome for what was about to happen, what would be unfolding over the next few days. The other half was ruminating on the hushed conversation that you’d had with Steve the night before.

You still found it hard to believe that you’d told him how you felt about it. The words had come tumbling out before you even knew what was happening. You didn’t really know where it came from. But looking back on it, in the wake of everything that you both were facing, confessing your feelings seemed like the least of your problems. The possibility of facing imminent death at any moment over the next few days made everything else seem so…small.

And he had handled it well. Probably better than you would have if you had been in his position. You weren’t an idiot—you knew that there was still something there between him and Nancy. You weren’t quite sure what was happening there anymore, but you could see the way that they looked at each other sometimes when they were talking. It sucked, and you didn’t know what you expected to get out of it other than getting it off of your chest. Maybe that would be enough.

“You okay?” Steve’s voice snapped you back to the present.

Your eyes widened for a moment, fighting the urge to shake your head in an attempt to physically dispel the thoughts. You cleared your throat as you set your hand on top of his and allowed him to help you into the boat.

“I’m good, yea.”

He watched you wobble slightly as you took a seat. “You sure?”

You nodded. “Positive.”

He didn’t press it, but you could feel the way that his eyes lingered on you for a little while longer than they normally would. Sure, he handled the news well, probably had a lot to do with all of the bigger fish you and your friends had to fry. But it clearly was still somewhere on his mind. You wanted to be happy about it, but you knew better than to get your hopes up.

“That’s way more than three people,” Dustin called after you all as he rolled his eyes.

Steve held his hands out, feigning helplessness. “Sorry!”

You chuckled quietly at that. You did appreciate that no matter how dire the circumstances got, someone in your little rag-tag group of friends managed to keep their sense of humor about them. It wasn’t always Steve, but it was always someone. It was the only thing that kept all of you from going absolutely insane with everything that was going on.

Eddie and Robin somehow ended up being the ones who were rowing. It was a little comical to watch them, to be honest. But they got the job done. When it was just the group of you out in the center of the lake, there was a moment when you all had to really start talking about what it was that you were going to be doing. If Dustin was right, things could get really messy really fast. But also, none of you could just say that you went all the way out there and then did nothing.

Before anyone could try to come up with a different plan, Steve stood up and started peeling off his clothes. Everyone’s eyes got a little wider, but it was Eddie who finally spoke up. “What’s…what’s going on there?”

“What, any of you have a better plan?” he rattled off all the things that made him the most qualified person to be doing this. No one was really arguing with him at that point, but he was still justifying himself even as Eddie handed him the flashlight wrapped up in a plastic bag.

The minute that he was underwater felt like the longest minute of your life. Everyone was looking at each other, looking at you, but your eyes were trained on the lake in front of you. A few scarce bubbles made it to the surface here and there, but nothing signaling the return of Steve. Each second that went by made your stomach tie into a tighter and tighter knot.

But then he broke the surface. It felt like each deep breath that he was sucking in, you were taking too. He leaned against the side of the boat, arms draped over the side of it. He was trying his best to gush about what he’d seen down there as he fought to catch his breath.

He was halfway through his sentence when he got dragged back underneath the water. Everyone was screaming, scared, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds, though, you and Nancy were both jumping over the side of the boat and diving down after him. Your vision underneath the water wasn’t the best, but you could see enough to see him getting dragged towards the bottom, a slew of bubbles streaming out of him, most likely containing the screams that he was attempting to let out.

For the second time within the same few minutes, your body was acting independently from your mind. Everything in your brain felt like it was short-circuiting as you looked at the place where Steve was being dragged to. The crack running along the bottom of the lake almost looked like it was alive. Your body kept swimming, kept carrying you towards it, but you didn’t even feel yourself doing it.

When you all came crashing down on the other side, all three of you were gasping for air. However, you quickly noticed that Steve was gasping a little harder than either you or Nancy. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you saw the way that he was fighting against the bat that had wrapped it’s tail so tightly around his neck.

Both of you were scrambling to your feet and trying to get over to him, not quite knowing how you’d landed so far from him. You were almost to him when Robin and Eddie came crashing down on top of you, sending all of you to the ground in a heap of grunts and groans and cusswords.

You were the first one back on your feet, grabbing the oar on the way as you charged towards Steve. Your heart was pounding inside your chest and it was from more than just the running. You saw the way that he was desperately trying to pull at the bat tail around his neck, and you also saw the way that more bats descended upon him, biting at him to try and stop him. He tried to fight through it, but then you saw another bat wrap its tail around his arm and quickly fly away.

The choked scream that he let out was subdued only because of the way the first bat was crushing his windpipe. Tears were staining your cheeks before you could stop them. But the scream you let out as you smacked at the bats that were descending upon him was cathartic. You were swinging away, trying to get any and all of them off of him. It only took a few more seconds for everyone else to be at your back trying to help you along in the process.

The frantic look in Steve’s eyes nearly took you out. You and Nancy were tag-teaming in an attempt to get the bat off from around Steve’s neck. One she pinned it, you were finally able to drop down to your knees and peel it away. Even before you had freed him completely, he was coughing and sputtering as air finally made it to his lungs.

Once he was finally free, and you had all successfully scared off the rest of the bats, everyone fell back onto their heels a little bit. Steve was still splayed out across the ground, bleeding and trying to catch his breath. Robin and Eddie were tossing their oars aside, chests heaving as they exchanged looks of disbelief. You were still knelt on the ground beside Steve, looking back and forth between him and Nancy, who was looking everyone over to make sure that no one else had taken any serious damage.

You got yourself back up to a standing position, brushing your hands off on your pants once you did, not that it did any good. You were all disgusting at that point. Turning back to Steve, you held your hand out for him to take. He went to reach up with his one arm, but immediately winced and bailed on it, using his other arm to pin it closer to his side.

“Shit,” he cursed, cringing in pain as his eyes shut.

“What happened?” you crouched lower again to be eye-level with him.

“I think those bats dislocated my shoulder.” He tried to move his arm again, only to be punished with another searing shot of pain. He cursed again, immediately regretting the decision.

“I can pop it back in,” you offered before thinking twice about it.

“What?” all three of them spoke simultaneously as they looked at you.

You hesitated for a moment before repeating yourself. “I…I can put your shoulder back in place.”

“You know how to do that?” Eddie asked, shocked.

“…yes?”

Steve’s eyes searched yours for a few moments, trying to gauge how much confidence you had in what you were saying. When your eye contact didn’t waver, he gave in with a nod. “Okay, alright, yea. Can’t get any worse, right?”

You let out a tired chuckle. “Let’s not jinx it.” You reached forward, gently feeling out his arm and shoulder. You felt bad that it was causing him pain, but you also knew that it was going to get worse before it got better. You waited for him to look at you again. “It’s gonna hurt like a bitch, you know.”

He exhaled sharply, “Because everything else has felt great so far.”

You smiled weakly. “That’s true.” Pausing, you got both him and yourself situated so that you could get him back into place. “Ready?”

He nodded, jaw clenched tight in anticipation. “Let’s get it over with.”

You popped his shoulder back into place with relative ease, although judging by the look on his face and the sound of pain he let out, no one else ever would’ve thought that. Eddie, Nancy, and Robin were all cringing and trying to look away but not quite being able to. They didn’t want to look at Steve while he was in that much pain but there were also all so curious about what you were doing. Of all the problems they’d ever had to solve, that hadn’t been one of them.

After giving him a few minutes to catch his breath and recover from the jolt of having his shoulder put back in place, Steve finally got to his feet and you all set off together, off to figure out what was next for any of you.

The whole crew of you were deep in the woods now. Eddie and Robin were wandering far ahead, and even though Nancy was walking with them and giving you and Steve a few minutes together, every now and then she’d still turn and look over her shoulder at the two of you. You didn’t quite know what the look on her face meant, but you could venture a guess.

Like he was reading your mind, Steve said, “It’s not what you think.”

“Hm?” Confusion was all over your face.

He kept his voice somewhat quiet as he spoke. “Me and Nancy. It’s…it’s not whatever you think it is.”

“What do I think it is?”

“I don’t love her.” His brows furrowed as he realized how harsh that sounded. “Not like that,” he clarified. “She’s one of my best friends. We’ve almost died together on numerous occasions,” he chuckled half-heartedly, “but it’s not like what it…what it used to be.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I didn’t really know what to say to you yesterday,” he confessed, not quite able to look you in the eye. “I wasn’t expecting it. And with so much going on I just—”

“I get it,” you cut him off, not wanting to force either of you through him gently trying to reject you, “it’s not a priority. You don’t have to—”

“Wait,” he chuckled, “let me finish what I was saying.” He paused, and when you didn’t say anything, he continued, “I wasn’t expecting it because of all the Eddie-Vecna-Max stuff that we’ve been dealing with. My brain didn’t even really catch up until it was too late. And by then you’d already, you know, you’d already brought up the Nancy stuff and it was too late to correct you. Honestly thought it might be a little tone-deaf to correct you at that point because we were trying to come up with ways to make sure that none of us die.”

You had to laugh at that. “Yea, that…that makes sense.”

“And for what it’s worth, if I thought you were great before, that battle cry you let out earlier really sealed the deal.”

You rolled your eyes but you felt your cheeks getting hot. “Shut up. You were dying.”

“It was still pretty cool,” he said in a sing-songy tone.

“I’ll pop that shoulder right back out again, you know,” you joked.

“Oh, trust me, we are going to be talking about that when this is all over.” He smiled over at you, but you saw it soften a bit after a moment.

“When this is all over?”

“Yea,” he nodded, “can’t stay in the Upside Down forever, right?”

You sucked in a deep breath, “Let’s hope not.”

His gaze dropped down to the ground. “And, when all of this is over…I was wondering if maybe I could take you out sometime?”

Your heart fluttered inside your chest, a tiny ray of light in the midst of all the darkness that you’d all been drowning in lately. “I’d…I’d like that. Yea. You know,” you laughed half-heartedly, “if there’s still an out to go to after all of this.”

“We could always come back down here,” he bumped his good shoulder against your own.

“You just wanna hear me lose my shit again, don’t you?”

He smiled at you. “Little bit, yea.”

“Well,” you slipped your hand into his, “let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Yea,” he squeezed your hand, “let’s hope.”

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Meant To Be {Part 02 of 02}

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.9 K

Summary: Eddie has been part of your life for years, and after a bad date, the man himself decides to ask you out.

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I've Always Knew

You're breathless when you stumble inside Eddie's trailer. “Did you see his face?” Eddie says, pushing the door close. “The entire school will hear about it on Monday.”

Collapsing on the couch, you wipe a tear off. “Shame on him for trying to advise me on not hanging out with you. He deserved every word.”

“He did, but, damn, I didn't know you had all that bottled up inside you.”

Neither did you, to be honest. But Jason almost ruined your night. After you told him it was a real date, he was moved by jealousy or whatever the hell he feels about you, scolding you as if he had any right to. And you got angry. Angry because you're sick and tired of people meddling with your life, telling you they know what's best for you. As if they knew Eddie and weren't moved only by gossip and lies. You're the only one who gets to see what's inside Eddie... And it's beautiful, precious.

He's one of the best things that happened to you, and you'll do anything you can so he'll always be part of your life.

“Won't they ever stop, Eddie?” You ask, laughter dying down. “It's been four years and they still think you're evil or something.”

Eddie comes to the couch, sitting down next to you. “That's kinda the intention, you know.” He says, gesturing at himself. “I want people to think I'm evil.”

“No, Eddie. I'm for real here.” Sighing, you get up, heading to his room. There, you close the door to change into something to sleep on, and, despite having enough of your clothes here, you take one of his shirts as usual. When you're done, you open the door and he comes inside.

“Why do you even care, (Y/N)? Haven't you learned that from me yet?” When you sit on the bed, Eddie does the same, rather close this time. “I don't give a shit if they think I'm a punk, or if they think my clothes are all old just because I like to rip them a little. I like who I am, you like who I am, and that's enough for me.”

Looking into his eyes, you feel a tightness in your throat. He really cares about you, this man. More than you think you know. Biting on the inside of your cheek, you nod. “And what about me?” You ask in a low voice, moving even closer. “Do you like who I am?” It's an important question, you think, because as he told you many times before, you're very different, to the outside world at least. ...And maybe he'd like someone with a style like his.

But Eddie scoffs, and without saying anything, he grabs your side and pushes you down on the bed, his body hovering over you. “Are you mad? I love who you are. You're my cute little princess. Emphasis on cute.” Then, he pauses, narrowing his eyes. “And on little. And on the princess.”

“Let me up!” You complain, even though you're laughing.

“Nah, don't think so.” And he starts tickling you, bringing out yells and loud laughter, and you try to push him away, but your efforts only serve to have you fighting on the bed, and throwing empty curses at each other.

“EDDIE!” Someone calls, and you both stop, frozen.

“Yes, uncle!”

“Come here. I have to talk to you.”

You and Eddie exchange a glance, frozen for another second before you both get up, and head to the living room. Something might have happened because his uncle is home way too early.

In the living room, his uncle looks up from his place on the couch. He looks at you, then at Eddie, then back at you. “I only meant Eddie.” He says and sighs. “Nevermind, girl. Maybe it'll be important to you as well.” His uncle adds when you turned to leave. He takes a deep breath. “Remember that promotion I was applying for since you were in Middle School? I got it.”

“That's great. I'm happy for you.” You say, smiling.

“Yeah. But that means I'll have to move to Indianapolis. Job's there.” At that, you and Eddie look at each other, and you move closer, taking his hand. “No, don't even go there.” His uncle interrupts. “I'm not telling this because Eddie has to go. He's an adult anyways. Just saying this because I'll leave the trailer for you, Eddie. And send some money every month for you to keep it up until you graduate and find a job... If you graduate this time.”

“He will.” You speak up, squeezing Eddie's hand. “He promised me.”

His uncle nods. “Good, good.” He gets up. “I'll move next month. And well, maybe you could come live here for good, girl, since you kinda already do.” Ignoring your faces, he walks away, going to his room. “Now, I'll sleep soundly with the good news.”

When you hear the door closing, it happens automatically. You turn to each other and start jumping, yelling silently not to be heard. Eddie pulls you into his arms, lifting you in a bear hug.

“You have to come live with me.” He says, putting you down, a bright smile on his face.

You're just about to say yes, of course, when you remember your parents, that might have something to say about it, despite you being legally an adult. “Mmm... Mom might not be happy about it. Dad might call us crazy and say no. They won't like the idea of their daughter moving in with a guy she's not married to even though we're best friends and they're used to us hanging out most of the time.”

Eddie shrugs. “No problem. Marry me then.”

That... Takes you by surprise. Taking a step back, trying to force your body not to become red as a tomato at his words, you chuckle. “Oh no, Munson. You did not just PROPOSE to me while I'm in pajamas. You did not just propose to me without even kissing me before. That's outrageous.”

“Are you crazy? We kissed before, playing spin the bottle.”

“We were the only ones playing Eddie, and you dared me. It doesn't count.” Crossing your arms, you shrug. “I still have the ring you lost on that bet.”

“You never wear it.”

“Cause it's ugly.” You snap.

“Then why do you still have it?”

“Because I won it.”

“What about another bet then, Princess,” Eddie says, lowering his voice. “If you kiss me now, you can have half of my life. But only if you give me half of yours.”

Blushing even more, you feel your stomach tickling like your core is about to melt. Or burst. “S-sounds fair...” You mutter, shrugging a shoulder. “But you're the guy. Grow some balls and kiss me yourself, Munson.”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head slowly before stepping closer, ending the distance between you and him. “As the Lady wishes.”

And just like that, the next thing you know are his lips on yours, a warm kiss in which he loses no time before taking over completely, claiming you, like no one ever did before. You kissed a couple of guys, but the past experiences serve now only to show you you've been kissing the wrong ones. This is right. Eddie is the right one.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you press your body against his, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and send everyone who speaks shit about you to hell. This is between you and Eddie, always has been.

You've been in love with Eddie for too long, but now you know.

•••

Needless to say, your parents weren't happy with the moving-in with Eddie idea... Nor would they be okay with the idea of your getting married.

So, of course, you took the craziest possible idea.

On your trip to drop Eddie's uncle off in Indianapolis, you signed the papers, bought two cheap rings, and went back to Hawkins with a different surname.

And, needless to say, your parents freaked out. But your grandmother was on your side since she did something very similar so she could be with your grandfather. It runs in the family, she said.

And with no other impediments, you took your stuff and brought them to the trailer. But most of it remained in the car since you and Eddie decided to redecorate and change some things, so it could have both your styles. The first victim was your bedroom. Speaking sense into his head, you made him change the place he kept his guitar. It was now on the wall across the window, where the lighting was much better.

After you finish doing the bed with the new sheets and fixing the many pillows on top of it, you walk out, finding Eddie by his uncle's old bedroom.

“I can see the gears turning.”

“Don't know what to do with it.” He says, a hand rubbing his chin.

Gasping, you step inside, turning until you're looking up at your husband. Damn, it will take a while to get used to it, you think. “Seriously. You don't have anything in mind to do with this place?” You gesture vaguely around.

Eddie's eyes go wide. “Oh! Sorry.” He smiles. “It's good, it will be a good closet. We could even have a space for-”

“Did you have a stroke or something, man?” You burst out, rolling your eyes. “I mean a D&D space. We're not students anymore, you can't keep using the school for the games. But here, it's perfect. A place completely dedicated to it.” Eddie doesn't reply. He just stands there, looking down at you like he's having a mental breakdown. “...Are you alive in there?”

“I was going to say that I love you but honestly, those three words aren't enough to describe it.” Then, he moves fast, picking you up.

“Whoa!” Giggling, you wrap your legs around his waist. “Why that now? Not that I'm complaining.”

“Ever since the first time I saw you, I knew I would love you. And yes, I thought it was a crush, that you'd never want a freak like me but with time, as I got to know you... I fell for you. And every day since you have proven to me that was the right decision.”

You weren't expecting that. Eddie didn't make such a declaration when you were signing the paper to get married, and you weren't expecting that. Eddie's emotions come to the surface at the most unexpected times. “I wish I realized before... That I loved you, Eddie... It would spare me all the time I lost with stupid boys when the only thing I wanted was to spend time with you.”

“It doesn't matter. We matter. Now matters. All that brought us here.” He bounces you up to have a better grip. “AKA the stupid kids who got married.”

That makes you smirk. “Are they still saying you knocked me up?”

“Absolutely.”

Chuckling, you shrug. “Doesn't matter.” You repeat. “We matter.”

“That's right.” And he kisses you, in the middle of that empty bedroom.

Deep inside, there was always something that told you your life would be bounded with Eddie's for a very long time. But only now you understand that a very long time means the rest of your lives. And there's no reason to wait no longer. So to hell with other people's opinions, you're each other's happiness, and so it shall begin, the life you both wanted. In each other's arms.

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