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sp0o0kylights · 1 year ago

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Eddie led a weird life.

This was something he welcomed, given half the things people thought were “weird” was just his fashion sense or preference for table top games.

Small potatoes to the larger things in life, really.

Of course, this was before he found out there was an evil version of Hawkins underneath him.

Now Eddie did things that would previously sent his old self into a fucking coma.

His friendship with Steve Harrington for example.

Dude saved his life and bridal-style carried him out of literal hell.

It’d have been rude not to be friendly with the guy after that, even if they weren’t both members of a very exclusive and bloody club, with trauma and secrets that really only a select few people would ever understand.

Sleeping over at Harrington’s half the week also made perfect sense, and Eddie will argue that to his very grave.

It turns out nightmares suck, and waking up screaming all the time sucks even more.

Something everyone involved in this entire escapade (and all the ones prior) knew.

Because more bodies means more eyes to look out for you, and feeling safe means you might actually sleep for an hour, they all got used to showing up at each other's houses at odd hours of the night.

Pulled one another out of nightmares and got comfortable with the fact that they slept better, together.

Steve’s house in particular is typically void of both adults and annoying freshmen, which meant it's the most comfortable place for a lot of people to crash together.

(Sometimes the annoying freshmen do show up and maybe Eddie is also a little weirdly overprotective of the whole Party now, and alright fine, he enjoys all their company, even Erica's--but who's keeping track?

He isn’t.

He’s busy arguing all this is perfectly normal.)

Sleeping in Steve’s bed is where things get a little tricky.

See, when it was more than just Robin and Eddie crashing at Casa De Harrington, they all sleep in the living room.

Steve drags out some fancy blow up mattress (an air mattress what the fuck) and changes the couches around and long story short his fucking living room is more comfortable than Eddie’s own bed has ever been.

But when it's just Eddie and Robin, they retire to Steve’s stupid huge bed, so large the damn thing takes up most of his equally massive room.

(“This isn’t weird right?” He’d asked Robin once, hanging his head over the edge of the bed while Steve did--whatever it was he was doing to his hair in the bathroom.

Robin, who was busy rifling through Steve’s drawers for a shirt to steal, stopped and looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Not unless you make it weird, Munson.” She’d told him, and well, that was all the permission he needed.

They slept together in tight groups, where it was easiest to defend each other in case of Upside Down fucking monster attack.

Case closed.)

Sleeping in Steve Harrington’s bed, without the buffer that was Robin Buckley, is where the lies started.

Because it was weird.

It was incredibly weird, and did guys even do this solo?

Eddie hadn’t. If one of Hellfire or the band stayed over, it was a strictly floor/bed/couch situation unless there were more than three of them, and that was within Eddie’s small ass trailer.

Sure they piled up if they had to, but it wasn't like it was with Steve. All tangled limbs and being right up in each others space, no pillow or blanket or anything as a buffer.

Hell, Eddie had woken up getting spooned or doing the spooning more than once, and no one said shit.

How Steve made it sound so genuinely normal was beyond him.

Not that Eddie argued about it.

Not the first time of the fifth or the twenty-fifth, and not even after Robin pointed out he was rooming with Harrington more than she was.

Because he just slept better, next to Steve.

(Steve apparently, felt the same.

Or must have given it kept happening.)

It wasn’t like Steve didn’t crash at Eddie’s trailer either--his parents had come right home upon hearing about the earthquake, and had been a bit more present after running into the joint forces of Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers in the hospital lobby.

Add in Wayne’s own Disapproving Stare (TM) and the town being up each other’s ass to try and keep it together, and suddenly Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were hanging out in Hawkins that much more.

(Steve seemed to think it was more to save face rather than because they actually gave a shit, which Eddie felt was obvious but he wasn’t gonna say it.

“They’re trying I think. They just--they’ve never encountered anything like this.” He’d said, a little frown line pinching his eyebrows together.

“Stevie, no one has faced anything like what we have. Your parents, on the other hand, are only dealing with what they think is the aftermath of an earthquake and plenty of people have seen those.”

Steve had sighed. Stared a little helplessly, like he knew he was making excuses but couldn’t help himself.

“I know, Eds. I know.”)

Them being home more meant Steve was at Eddie’s more--on grounds that Robin’s parents were fine with him hanging out but drew some kind of weird not--very--hippy line at him sleeping over.

Which was fine.

Great even, the Eddie and Steve had never slept better! Sucks to be Robin, who had to call up Nancy Wheeler if she wanted to share.

All this was, was trauma buddies being guy pals who were very comfortable with each other due to said fucking trauma.

Steve used to help Eddie take a piss for fucks sake, and according to literally everyone else involved in the Vecna related mess, this was their fourth go round with supernatural shit.

Chances of it all happening a fifth time seemed kinda high, even if the gate was supposedly closed and the psychotic meat puppet madman six feet underground.

Sharing was caring, and caring was not letting your new buddy you saved fight off monsters alone if they popped back up.

Plus he and Steve spent a huge amount of time together, almost as much time as Steve did with Robin.They were all in each other’s back pockets to the point that Eddie’s band was used to it, with Gareth even starting to make secret lover jokes about it all.

(The dick.)

They were just really good friends dealing with the shit life had dealt them. That was it, that was the whole ass story.

Eddie’s growing gay crisis aside.

So no. It wasn't all the time with Harrington that sent Eddie over the edge. Nor was it the bed sharing, rapidly dropping boundaries, or even the fact that Steve knew where Eddie kept his condoms (An accident Eddie wouldn't ever live down, holy shit.)

No, what sent him into an absolute, hair tearin' meltdown, was the day Steve woke up, rolled over, kissed Eddie right on the lips and then went to make breakfast.

No good morning, no how ya doin.

Steve just left Eddie there, clutching onto the sheets for dear life and mildly terrified he’d just hallucinated the entire encounter.

(Hell, maybe the whole thing was hallucinated.

Maybe he died in the Upside Down and this was some sort of sick version of the afterlife.

Eddie pinched himself, and when that wasn’t enough, bit his own knuckle. Both hurt, which was unfortunate, because death seemed preferable to dealing with life right then.)

Unfortunately for him, Steve did not run back into the room with a myriad of excuses, which meant Eddie had to experience the horrifying ordeal of getting out of bed, putting his clothes on and going into the trailer’s kitchen--because Steve hadn’t even had the decency to wreck Eddie’s life at his own house.

‘What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck--’

Heart galloping, Eddie put on his big boy pants--metaphorically and physically--before stepping out into the kitchen and confront his friend.

Who was cooking shirtless, without a care in the world.

It still took him a full thirty seconds to get his mouth to work.

“Hey Stevie? Do you want to tell me what that was about?”

"Hmm?” Steve replied. His eyes were hooded, hair mussed in a way Eddie knew only a few select people had ever seen it.

He looked half asleep, and proved it a second later when he reached twice for the one of the two mugs on the counter and missed entirely.

Eddie swung in, grabbing one and offering it out for Steve to pour coffee into, before swapping it out for the other mug once Steve was done.

Stayed in Steve’s space even as the former jock fussed with adding in milk and sugar and whatever else he was feeling, working up the courage to say something.

Anything.

“Uh, the--just now?” Eddie squeaked. He coughed to clear his voice, trying desperately to act normal.

Look normal.

Like he hadn't just been kissed by the guy he had absolute worst crush on.

Steve, bless him, didn’t tease him. Just shoved one of the mugs into Eddie’s hands and kept the other for himself.

Took a nice, slow sip, adam's apple bobbing and Eddie quickly averted his gaze, staring firmly into his coffee.

“What happened?” Steve asked a second later, sounding a touch more clear, and not at all like he was experiencing deep regret, or dodging the question, or even aware of what had happened.

Eddie had two seconds to realize that hell, maybe Steve really didn’t know, before his mouth once betrayed him.

“When you kissed me?” And motherfucker, for once, Eddie wished he would think before he fucking spoke.

(Wayne had always told him he'd come to regret it. He just hadn't thought it'd be like this!)

“Oh.” Steve said, very anticlimatically. “I didn’t realize I did that, sorry.”

Eddie's entire body twitched.

One long shudder, like it was rejecting the very words coming out of Steve's mouth.

“You didn’t,” He tried, voice dry and cracking. He realized his hands were shaking and promptly put his mug down before he dropped it. “You just--what, did that on instinct?”

“...Kinda, yeah.” Steve said and why the hell did he sound entirely unphased!?

Was this some kind of weird jock thing? Did the basketball team all wake up together and kiss each other on the mouth?! Did they think it was some sort of straight--guy haha joke, or fucking--Eddie didn’t even know what, because Eddie was too busy spiraling.

“Steve I’m gay.” He blurted out, mouth now firmly ahead of his brain.

He instantly wanted to take it back.

Grab the words with his hands, and cram it into his mouth.

Maybe Steve was only cool with it if he thought Eddie was straight.

Hell, maybe he fucking did it while sleep walking or something and Eddie was the one being weird about it, or he--fuck, really did imagine it and, and--!

“I know.” Steve told him, interrupting Eddie’s catastrophizing entirely.

“You know?” Eddie stared at him, feeling like the world had fallen out from underneath his feet. “How do you know!?”

He actually had a pretty good idea of how Steve knew, considering they were both friends with Robin, but while Robin was comfortably out to both of them, Eddie was not.

Had not in fact, even confirmed that he was queer to Robin herself, though he’d hinted at it plenty and shared more than one inside joke.

Didn’t think Robin had outed him or anything, but more that, well…

Steve was smarter than the kids made him sound, that’s for damn sure.

“Honestly dude? You’re not subtle.” Steve told him and at least he finally sounded serious.

Like this was a much needed conversation and not some weird tangent Eddie was on.

“The handkerchief, that triangle pin that you and Robin both have, the fact that you once jumped in my pool to get away from Dustin asking about you're dating life."

He rolled one hand in an etc. all gesture, before adding; “Also there was that time you and Robin got absolutely smashed on my dad’s whiskey and argued about who the hottest Rocky Horror actor was.”

Eddie’s mouth sprang open to defend himself, but absolutely nothing came out.

When had they even watched Rocky Horror together!?

“You kept insisting the guy who played Brad was hotter than the one who played Rocky, remember? I thought Robin was going to strangle you because she like, adores Susan Sarandon.” Steve continued, like they were having one of their playful little spats and not--not discussing Steve kissing him!

“You guys asked me to tie-break,” He added slowly, like he was trying to jog Eddie’s memory. “and I told you guys I thought both were hot.”

Which--oh.

Oh.

“Okay so you’re…?”

Not going to kill me is what Eddie intended to say, but Steve took it as another question entirely, and answered with a nod and a hum.

Which--okay.

Steve Harrington was bisexual, and also already thought he’d come out to Eddie.

He could roll with that.

That was not the problem, at all.

The problem was; “That doesn’t explain the kiss though?!”

Steve finally put his coffee down, huffing out exasperatedly. “I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t realize I did it, man. We share a bed a lot and I guess I wasn’t--I must have--”

And now, finally, Steve was getting embarrassed. A red flush spread across his cheeks and down his neck, vivid even on his tan skin.

He ran a hand through his hair, and Eddie knew purely from the sheer amount of time they spent together that it was a self-soothing action.

“I guess I’m sorry?”

It came out less as a question and more as an accusation-- which Steve himself seemed to hear because he immediately corrected it with a far less sassy and much more sincere; “No I am--I’m sorry.”

None of which answered why Steve had kissed him.

“You didn’t think I was Nance, did you?” Eddie asked, because apparently he just couldn't stop while he was ahead.

Maybe he should have died. It'd be better for both of them, considering he was doing about as good as kicking Steve while he was down.

Steve, the guy who had saved Eddie's life and was now one of his best friends and here Eddie was, dragging this out of him like a moron.

“No.” Steve said immediately. Reflexively, almost, firm and sure. “I am very aware you’re not Nancy.”

‘Let it go Eddie. Don’t make it weird Eddie. Just laugh it off and say okay--’

“Then who did you think it was? I mean you said it was instincts and like, I'm not stupid. I know I can be confused for Nance in the low light, it's happened before but--"

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“I didn’t think. I knew it was you." Steve interrupted. "I knew I was kissing you, Eddie."

Oh god, just kill him now.

Hell he'd even take a Vecna death! With all the gross gore and the shitty villain monologue!

"This morning I was tired, and I was sleepy, and I apparently skipped the part in my head were I asked you out and we were dating.” Steve deadpanned at him.

Eddie gaped, mind shattered and rapidly reforming.

It was like the universe was recreating itself, only this time all the stars had aligned and his wish had come true and some Disney director had taken control of his life--

“But I get it if I’m not your type." Steve was saying, because Steve was perfect.

And Kind.

And wanted to date Eddie.

"I’m sorry if I made things uncomf-mmphhh!”

‘Mmmph’ because Eddie had flung himself at Steve, face first, the second "I asked you out and we were dating" had finished processing.

(Which was alarming fast, considering he'd been struggling all morning.)

‘D--ff--ing?”

Steve laughed in his mouth as Eddie tried to talk while kissing, pulling away slightly and holding his chest back with a hand when Eddie tried to chase him anyway.

“Yes, dating. As in, would you, Eddie Munson, like to go on a date with me, Steve Harrington?”

“Yes.” Eddie’s mouth said.

At least this time it and his brain were on the same wavelength.

“Yes I very much would.” He put some weight into his lean, making it harder for Steve to hold him back. “I think you can tell, by the way I'm trying to kiss you. Which you are not doing."

He pouted, and refused to be embarrassed about his behavior.

Steve laughed, and he might have said something like “God you changed up fast” except he had given in and let Eddie close again, and his words were now being swallowed down.

Eddie's life was weird alright, and now it was weird even by his own standards, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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lagunaseca2013 · 12 days ago

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What do you thing Marc’s reaction is when he finds out Vale is pregnant in the Valpreg universe? Does he think Vale purposefully hid it from him?

well hello anon! I thiiiink this is about reverse omegaverse bc that’s the only mpreg scenario where vale is far along enough to warrant any anger for not telling marc. it’s not his fault, it was cryptic!

well for one, I think he handles it better than vale does, but that's for a variety of reasons. I don’t think he immediately jumps to vale hiding it as a conclusion bc he knows vale well enough to know there’s no way in hell he would’ve been racing if he’d known about it/he would’ve aborted that thang given the chance. imo marc probably does want kids and is very good with them but he's also 1) 22 years old and 2) not the one who has to carry and birth the baby. so on one hand it's a lot easier for him to be happy about. but on the other hand, vale is totally freaking out bc. he feels too young to have a baby. nevermind the fact that marc is for all intents and purposes, a young adult.

let’s not think about how 36 is already classified as a geriatric pregnancy. vale’s already suicidal enough just thinking about how long he’s been racing with this thing inside of him, plus the fact that he’s literally been on full strength suppressants this whole time. for his sake let’s say he hasn’t really been drinking all season with the exception of podium champagne and even that’s only a few sips. he’s terrified that he’s harmed the baby in some way.

what was the question? right, marc! I think it probably doesn't register as quite as big a deal as it should for marc for a while. he loves vale, he wants to be vale's alpha, however one-sided, and the season has been rough for sure, but enough of their history hasn't quite played out yet so he really does think they can work through this. also the pregnancy reveal AT sepang definitely like took some of the initial shock and hurt away from the incident bc hello new thing to focus on that isn't his omega publicly hating him and trying to knock him over mid-race. girl go talk to someone about this PLEASE.

vale is terrified and nearly catatonic w shock so directly after the medical checkup meltdown marc goes into alpha dealing with it mode and somehow gets them out of there and to his motorhome. he feels kinda bad bc vale probably wants to go to his motorhome where his nest is but that would involve confronting uccio and he's clearly not ready for that yet. (marc also does not want to see uccio, for obvious reasons……..) do they communicate any of this to each other? first of all marc just kind of senses that vale's pregnant but knows having the conversation there will end in catastrophe, so no! he just kind of assumes correctly w the added bonus of being right and vale realllly needing marc's scent right now. marc’s scent is the only thing bringing him any real comfort in the moment……..I wonder why……..

also pleaseeee let's take a moment to imagine the field day the press are having. this weekend alone vale has 1) dragged marc's name through the gravel, 2) let's say, uh, allegedly tried to kick marc off his bike mid race, 3) had some kind of scare in the medical building and cleared the entire place out so there's like doctors and nurses just hovering around outside looking concerned, 4) now left the medical building being physically shielded from the cameras by (checks notes) MARC! world's strangest series of headlines published that day. I don't even want to know what they were saying on twitter.

okay, now we've officially reached a secondary location. marc deposits vale on his bed and like runs around finding him clothes and blankets and boiling water for tea even though he knows vale probably won't even drink it. vale is like numbly dressing himself and half-heartedly arranging the blankets on the bed, shoving his face in marc's pillow bc he's already lost the battle w himself of pretending not to need it. marc hands him a cup of tea so now they're staring at each other sitting in marc's bed. and vale is holding a cup of tea.

basically marc tries to be like, the baby........and vale is in pure denial and also self-preservation mode so he's like what baby I don't know what you're talking about. so marc has to play dirty (vale is always forcing him to ride play dirty) and grab vale's hand and put it on his throat, vale’s trembling fingers brushing the raised bumps of his own bite. and marc is like vale I can feel you, I can feel you reaching out to me. I know you've been needing me. I know you have been stopping yourself, and I can feel it, I can feel our baby. our baby is there too. and then vale breaks down spectacularly and is like marc, amore, I swear I did not know—I have been racing, what if I hurt the baby—our baby.

now marc is young and also doesn’t have any of the answers here but he knows vale is scared out of his mind and that no matter what he’s determined to be there for him through all of it. it’s kind of unclear to both of them just how pregnant vale actually is but vale saw the ultrasound and that thing was looking hella fully formed, and marc has been feeling a growing presence through the bond for a while now so, both of them are separately confident that it’s too late for an abortion lmao. they also both have a lot of people to answer to, marc is only keeping alex and his dad away from his motorhome by telling them that he and vale are “handling the situation privately,” which is technically true bc no one knows what the situation is. also iirc I said that vale gave uccio his phone to deal with so let’s keep it that way.

okay there’s two weeks between sepang and valencia that year, right? I don’t really know like the details of how motogp riders live or in particular how they lived ten years ago but I’m going to pretend they’re somehow able to get a private flight out of malaysia that night, don’t ask me the details. marc still lives w his parents and shares a bunk bed w his baby brother so. tavullia it is!

marc hasnt been back to vale’s house since the crazy one sided mating incident. they get there at some ungodly hour and are like both numb and in their heads not really talking just sensing each other (this is the most calm marc’s instincts have been for almost a year at this point) and they’re finally going to bed when vale just kind of leads marc to his nest, wordlessly gets in. marc breathes in sharply, stunned, because vale’s nest is ninety percent marc’s clothes. it’s almost funny bc the majority of what vale had managed to steal is honda or mm93 merch from their sporadic hookups (before vale cut it off completely) so the entire bed is covered in like neon orange and red.

he gets in the bed and curls around vale, giant hand on vale’s stomach. vale unclenches for the first time in months and just silently starts crying into marc’s neck (scent gland) he is soooo scared. they have to schedule an obgyn appointment, they have to figure out something to tell yamaha because there’s no way in hell vale is going to finish the season pregnant. marc also has to figure out a way to convince vale to let him drop out of the championship to be there for him and the baby.

(when they eventually have that conversation vale is hysterically angry about it due to a combination of pregnancy hormones and projecting and being terrified that marc will resent him for it in the long run) sure vale, marc is going to resent you more for his own choice to drop out of the championship that he's already lost than for you one-sided bonding him and not letting him take care of you for months when you were pregnant. likely story.

ummmm okay this truly got away from me. the short answer is vale does his very best to keep marc out of it but he can’t actually deny what marc can literally feel through the bond so. there’s that. how do yamaha and honda and the sport as a whole and their families take it? well, that’s a whole other story……..

#finally working my way through the mpreg asks sorry anon ik it’s been a while #I’m sorry if this doesn’t actually answer ur question once I start rambling I kind of never stop #the timeline of these things is extremely screwy I’m aware of that #however I actually like. don’t think I’d ever write this so does it really matter lol #the actual omegaverse au has also currently hit a wall so developing this au of it is pretty fun #there are just so few universes where vale keeps the baby #and in this one the only reason is. he can’t get rid of it lmao #he and marc do not recover from this for a longggg time even while coparenting #he kicks marc out of the hospital room for most of the birth and then starts sobbing and begging for him right before she arrives #marc is also crying for all of it and it’s a fucking mess #can anyone guess who’s last name she has lol #btw in this universe vale isn’t even known to be an omega #he’s never said he’s not one it’s just. he evades the question for his entire career and then goes and gets himself knocked up by the alpha #he’s claimed to be his greatest enemy #u can imagine how that all goes down when they’re eventually outed #mpreg au #reverse omegaverse au #rosquez #fic talk #anon mail #my writing #motogp fic

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