#blurb alert!

[impaladolan]

ethan and kristina have a newborn baby and grayson is so jealous bc he just wants to be a dad. he’s begging you every minute of everyday

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; he’ll be such an awesome father 🥺

Daddy Blues:

“Look at her little mouth and her little toes!” Elated, Grayson yelped at the adorable baby giggling in his lap. His eyes were all big and full of excitement, his cheeks rosy with nothing but raw and never ending love for the new addition to the Dolan family.

You’d think it to be his own daughter, the way he helped out and stayed around to feed and hold her, often rocking her into a much needed slumber. He hadn’t missed a day of seeing her for two and a half weeks, and by association, neither had Y/N.

She too was effortlessly taken aback by the darling infant. More so, she was in awe of Grayson’s excitement. She was already counting down the hours before he’d ask for his own child, something he’s been looking forward to for majority of his life.

He really didn’t have to ask at first.

One evening, the two of you were alone in the nursery with Ana, letting E and Kristina enjoy a night out without a crying baby. Grayson was swaying in the rocking chair while you leaned against the crib, admiring the two. The hours of counting turned to milliseconds; he simply looked up with knowing eyes.

And you blushed.

“Think about it, Y/N. Never ending happiness for the rest of our lives.” He looked back down at Ana, his cheeks turning a soft red too.

“That— And hardly any sleep.” You, as quietly as you could, half-heartedly chuckled.

“We can do that when we’re retired.” He smiled wide, excitement just oozing from his aura.

“I’ll consider, but don’t give your hopes up Mr.” You joined him in his gaze at the beloved baby girl, your heart sinking in the best, overwhelming ways.

Two days later, on your way home from Ethan and Kristina’s, he asked again.

“You’d be the cutest, most adorable pregnant women anyone’s ever seen! I know it.” He was driving, his grin ear to ear and his eyes bright.

“That’s nine months of no caffeine, Grayson. Not something I can willfully give up just yet.”

“You can have some, just not as much as you usually do.” He chimes. He’s probably read all the rules and guidelines to having your own kid by now.

“Let’s just wait for a minute, Gray. I don’t want to jump into this quite yet.”

Grayson adhered to your wishes, holding himself back for another two weeks, though you could tell he was busting from the seams.

“If we have kids now, you’ll be the young, cool mom and we may even have great-grandkids.” He informed from his seat on the sofa next to you. You set down your enthralling book to give him one of those looks.

“I’d be the cool mom anyway, young and old!”

“Okay, okay.”

Twenty minutes went by, and he looked up from his phone again.

“You could teach them how to read…” He bumped your leg, withdrawing you from your book yet again. This time, you raised your brow and dipped your chin.

“And how to stay quiet when someone’s reading!”

Another few weeks had gone by, the days truly dragging on for Grayson. It wasn’t until you woke early one morning, feeling refreshed from your night of sleep, that you invited the thought of raising children with Grayson.

It’d be wonderful chaos.

The perfect mix of grace and crazy, which is what anyone could only ask for. He’d be a great father too. The thought made you all warm inside, sharing an endless bond with the man you married.

You sweetly shook him awake, laying light kisses upon his jaw. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled, laughing lowly from your ticklish gestures.

“Morning, baby.” His voice was low and gravely.

“Speaking of..” You sat back up, beginning to fiddle with your fingers.

“I’ve been thinking, and..”

“You want to?!” He sat up faster than you expected, his hands found yours and he clasped them together in exhilaration.

You simply nodded, and he wrapped his arms around you in triumph. He pulled you tight to him, chuckling in a boyish way that made you giggle too.

“Let’s get to work then, shall we?” He wiggled his brows, making you laugh aloud.

(a/n pt. 2 : slowly, but surely i will get these asks finished up! again, sorry to disappear.. i also have a series in the works.. another mafia goodie haha..)

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #dt #grayson x reader #sweet anon #grayson imagine #grayson #dolan twins #graysondolan #ily #impaladolan #grayson fluff #blurb alert!

[bvtbxtch]

Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader TEASER

I have been a little obsessed with mid 2000s trash pop, so when Stephen by Kesha came on my phone, I got inspired. Here is my delve into my very first Steve Harrington fanfic! I don't have a timeline for it now, since I am in a bunch of shows, but thought I would give a little sneak peek!

“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled highschool flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Toxic!Fem! Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it.

The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s hand - more or less in front of his girlfriend. 

You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you. 

And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…

More to come sooooooon!

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[mirkwoodmunson]

hey i’m watchin’ uhhh titanic and rose just leapt back onto the ship but like, imagine diving back into the upside down after eddie cuts the rope, chasing after him and actually rescuing him, and he’s so startled and shocked and the adrenaline of escaping the bat horde is making you both shake and gasp and he’s just grabbing your cheeks, panting and kissing you like you’re air and he’s been holding his breath — “so stupid, y/n, you’re so stupid! why’d you do that huh?? why??”

“i couldn’t let you go, eds. you jump, i jump.”

#i’m gasping i’m clutching my chest i’m hitting my emergency alert button #i thought abt this and was like I HAVE TO TELL THEM #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #moonie speaks #mine

[narrycherries]

❄️weather alert❄️

well everyone, unfortunately I live in a part of the US that is about to experience some very very cold weather that we aren’t used to or equipped for 😂 with that being said, I have some things for this week that may not be uploaded on their exact scheduled days. I will try my best to get everything up this week that’s meant to go up this week, the dates may just change. keep me in your thoughts.. I hate the cold 🤣

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[toboldlywrite]

In a universe this big, "impossible" doesn't exist.

The future looked bright. When the Vera arrived on Earth, they brought a new age of progress and prosperity to all humanity. But now Ella Sanders' world has come crashing down around her. Her older sister, Claire, sacrificed herself to stop a terrorist attack that would have taken that bright future away from everyone.

Ella doesn't want to live in a world without her sister. So when one of the Vera offers her a miracle, telling her of reincarnation and a universe that always repays its favors, she takes it. Along with her sister's fiancé, Tobias, Ella is whisked away into a future full of strangeness and danger, all for the chance to find Claire again. They're taken in by a crew with a super-powered captain and a mission of justice who agree to help them on their impossible quest. Along the way a conspiracy unfolds, connecting destroyed planets, assassination attempts, and maybe even Claire's death itself.

The more they see and discover, Ella and Tobias start to question: is it really Claire that they're meant to find?

#wip: star bright #new blurb alert #will i ever be satisfied? probably not

[ssaalexblake]

there's a horror movie called Slotherhouse on paramount+ and I don't know what to think abt this

#?djfgkdsldlds??!!! #the slotherhouse????????????? #i am so tempted it's absurd #spoiler alert: the sloth is a meanie #i've seen a lot of sorority girls get murdered movie blurbs but Not by a sloth

[fieldofsecretss]

NEW FIC ALERT

Update: it’s posted rn, the title is ‘Unmasked’ and it is a series

This is a collab with the one and only @turvi so go and follow here right away cause she’s AMAZING!

Draco and reader decide to spend their 3 year marriage anniversary on a cruise. Only issue that their vacation might come to a sudden halt. Possibly due to a murder on the ship…who was it? And what the hell is going on?!

it’s gonna be on my blog too, but you can also find it on @turvi blog.

This one will contain !smut! And mentions of death and killing.

#sage speaks #draco angst #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy fanfic #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy blurb #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco fluff #new fic #new fic alert

[zooone]

hihii!! it's that laufey fan again! I'm so, so glad you enjoyed my little blurb. I tried making another with another laufey song, lucky for me! the lines in mind were,

'realized I forgot the keys, think that it was meant to be.'

'cause we sat outside, you looked in my eyes.'

I made this in under a couple of minutes lol sorry if its not that great

here it is! ⇩

you and wilbur were outside, going for a small walk. and that small walk ended up with you both hands full of snacks you grabbed, (wilbur offered to pay as it is 'gentleman behavior') and you were walking back to your house.

it was pretty cold, lots of grey clouds in the sky but it was bearable for the meantime.

you and wil reached your house. you opened your bag with one hand, reaching for the key. your eyes widened slightly as you didn't feel the familiar pattern of your keys in your bag.

"wil, I can't find my keys." you muttered, putting down the snacks you were holding on your doorstep as you scrambled through your bag for the keys.

"I think I left it inside." you couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. "do you remember where you put them, or anything?" wil said, setting the snacks he was holding down as well.

"no, but it's probably inside." I sighed.

wilbur sat on the stairs of your doorstep, scooting over to give you some space to sit. you sat down beside him, grabbing a bag of chips you bought on the way.

"atleast we have snacks?" I giggled as I ate.

he stared at you, a smile creeping on his (adorable?? cute??) face.

"I'm so lucky for you, love."

extra! ↯

you both had been out for quite a while, maybe 20 minutes as you watched the sky. you looked around one more time before bursting out in laughter.

"hm? what's funny, love?" wil asked.

"wil, I forgot.. it was under my mat." I took out my key from under the welcome mat we thought was funny to place on my doorstep.

"we stayed here for so long, just to find it there??"

★

GODDDD lyrically lucky for me is one of my favs and this is sooo

Gentlemanly Behavior . i had to keep stopping to take a second because oh my god i need this man so badly

hes so babygirl like actually

#asks #blurb asks #new tag alert weeeoooo

[fheythfully]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 6: Ring

“You need something to help channel your focus,” Aunt Zoya is saying. “The construct can’t take shape unless you have the precise pattern in mind when summoning. Any error you make in your equation will prevent the summon from going through entirely.”

Amelia examines the ring her aunt dropped in the palm of her hand. There’s nothing particularly special or beautiful about it, aside from the gemstone set into the metal prongs. It’s clearly been made by no fresh-faced apprentice, but not a master either, and is bulkier than the jewelry Amelia usually prefers to wear. The arcanist’s stone set in the raised center is the main focus and it sparkles in the warm sunlight beating down on Limsa’s white washed streets.

Baffled, the young girl looks back up at her aunt. “So I just… rub it? And think about the equation?”

Aunt Zoya’s familiar smile curls up further in the corners. “And make a wish while you’re at it, too,” she says. Amelia’s own answering smile is pulled out of her before she realizes it, and oh, how freeing it is to be away from it all: Mother and the Studium and Old Sharlayan as a whole.

“Thavnairian stories aside,” Aunt Zoya is continuing, “some of our students find it easier to focus if they can physically ground themselves with the gemstone they’re drawing upon. They start out with rings like this one, so I had one made for you too. Go on, give it a try.”

Amelia closes her eyes and grips the ring tight. She feels the ridges of the metal—-irrelevant, so she dismisses it—-and the smooth cuts and curves of the stone, the strange warmth within it suggesting the presence of abnormal aether which allows arcanists to summon. She has been a dedicated student of the Arcanists’ Guild, attending all the lectures and finishing all the readings and coming home to her aunt’s further tutelage. All her studying has been leading up to this moment, when Aunt Zoya had formally dubbed her ready to try summoning a carbuncle for the first time with no fear… alright, a little fear, which is why they’re away from any crowds or highly flammable objects. It wouldn’t do good for her to explode anything (or anyone).

Amelia focuses, and focuses, and…

Nothing. Nothing happens.

Disappointed, she opens her eyes. “Oh.”

Aunt Zoya, on the other hand, does not look surprised. “It takes time,” she assures her. “Very few people get it on their first, or even their tenth try. You have the theory behind it, and now you need the practical experience.”

Amelia levels her with a scrutinizing look. “You got it right the first time,” she points out. “It makes no sense as to why I couldn’t.”

Her aunt is the one to sigh this time. “Sweet girl, what have we talked about?”

Amelia’s cheeks blossom with heat at the reminder. “Not to compare myself to you,” she mumbles, chagrined. “Or to others. My progress is not to be marked by that of others’.”

Aunt Zoya nods once, sharply. “Exactly. It will do you no good to continue comparing yourself to your peers, let alone your instructor. ‘Comparison is the thief of joy,’” she quotes. “Now, take your time before trying again. You need a clear mind and a clear image in your head in order to succeed.”

Amelia squares her shoulders. She is nothing if not stubborn, and one day she swears the summoning of her carbuncle will come to her as easy as breathing. Easier, even.

“Yes, Aunt Zoya.”

#today's writing is brought to you by me writing Elle's SMN blurb for her carrd #spoiler alert: she does make it until it's as easy (easier!) as breathing #i got sidetracked here trying to figure out her age and how much time has passed between her arriving in Limsa and the Calamity but.. #i hate the time bubble because it makes retroactively doing ages and timelines difficult #my writing #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite

[queen-rhaenys-opress]

Today is hazier and creepier looking outside than yesterday was. Like an eerie lens over everything. When I went out I saw the sun as a perfect circle of red. It’s so hazy that you can directly look at it and really be floored by its beauty. It looks like Dathomir out there, and it’s amazing.

Amazing that nature can reach out so far from the source and affect so many. You have to respect it, you have to be in awe over it. It’s fascinating and frightening all at once.

#NY air quality alert #idk I’m still going to walk and get tacos for dinner #my musings #nature #random blurb

[impaladolan]

Grayson and Y/N get all dressed up to go to a fancy restaurant together but when they get there, the restaurant is completely packed with a 3 hour waiting list to get a table, so they end up eating at the fast food place across the street in their fancy clothes

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; i hate how i wrote this, but maybe you guys’ll like it? the new mafia au “forbidden alliances” that i’m writing will be the first non-blurb i’ll post in a while, coming soon :)

Irony:

"It appears you're not on the list."

The two of you look at the man with wide, surprised expressions before looking at each other confused.

"You made the reservation, didn't you Grayson?" As calmly as you could, you questioned him with a glare.

"Uh, yeah? I'm fairly certain I did." He pulls his phone out from his pocket and opens up his emails, scrolling to find perhaps a verification or something related to the restaurant Le Goût.

You had a lovely and long blue dress on, it had colorful beading and somehow remained vibrant under the dim lights. Grayson had his classic black and white tux on, which always surprised you how good he could look in such simple attire. His hair was nicely styled, now a bit run through because of his fiddling, and he put a couple of his rings on for the classy occasion.

"Fuck." His hand was tucked under his chin, running along his bearded cheek and jaw. You rose your brow, catching his eye as he turned to you in annoyance.

"I reserved us for tomorrow, dammit." He dropped his shoulders, disappointed with his mistake.

"Yep, Dolan's right here for tomorrow." The man says after flipping through his papers.

"There's a three hour wait if you'd like to put your name down and be seated, or continue with tomorrow's reservation?" You bit the side of your cheek as he relayed this information, turning to see what Gray will think to do.

"We'll just do tomorrow's, thanks man." Grayson shook his hand and gave him a nod, slipping his other hand to clasp yours and pull you out of the long line that was stagnant behind. He walked the two of you to the car, silence engulfing the apparent disappointment of a good meal.

"Well.." You huffed, climbing into the passenger seat as he did so on the driver's side.

"Sorry, Y/N." He curled his bottom lip, making his irresistible puppy dog eyes at you. You laughed, crossing over the console to give his cheek a kiss.

"We'll just do this again tomorrow, Gray." You coo as he wraps his hand back over yours, squeezing apologetically. “I’m starved though.”

"Want some Monty’s then?” He buckles his seatbelt, surefire of your response. He’s already halfway down the road before you could nod.

“Good grub.” He smiles with his mouth full of a burger and a drink in his hand. Fingers greasy, windswept, and overdressed, you both had your usual order and had opted to sit outside the restaurant.

“Y’know, this is probably more fun than the fancy place anyway.” You both were full of laughs and life experiences to share. A good portion of your meal was spent gazing above too, admiring the pretty stars.

“Just as delicious too.” He rolled his eyes in delight, throwing down a couple more fries and a sip from his drink. You agreed, mentally cataloging this memory to remember forever.

It felt like one of those romance movies.

#grayson #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #sweet anon #grayson imagine #grayson x reader #graysondolan #dt #dolan twins #ily #grayson dolan blurb #blurb alert! #impaladolan

[vicsdeangelis]

it's way too late at night so i hope this is even partially coherent but I'm thinking about Ethan's hips and tummy i wanna bite, i wanna kiss, i wanna hold and grab, i want to lay my head on and take a nap (sorry, i saw those photos again, you know the ones where he's covering his dick with his hand, featuring the fingerless gloves, yeah 🥴)

— 🪐

What you were doing could be described as nothing short of worshipping.

Ethan laid bare underneath you. His body heat seemed to invite you in, like a siren's song, enticing you to get lost in the shape of him.

You were always one to indulge.

First, with your fingertips, you traced him. It was a gentle touch, not unlike the initial lines and strokes of a piece of art. He was a masterpiece complete, however. Your purpose was to memorize him — every sharp edge, every freckle, every hard muscle under smooth skin, burned for eternity into your mind.

Then, with your lips, you revered him as one would a god. You made your praise shown; red marks would turn to purple on his skin, each containing its own universe of love. Your teeth scrapped his hip, your tongue soothing him.

Every kiss, every bite, every lick — each a holy offering. Every sigh, every tug, every tremble — each a different blessing.

#this is short but i'm putting under a readmore anyway because experimenta writing alert i guess #also i deviated quite a lot from the ask so. sorry for that #i wanted to write more but it's so frustrating how tired my brain gets so fast #ask #🪐 #late night blurbs

[vriskabot]

i REALLY just had to google whether or not i was 23 or 24........ jesus christ

#text #original post #spoiler alert: my little bio blurb has been wrong since april #whoops!

[cntloup]

Ex-Husband!Simon lil blurb

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He pulls up into the driveway, his eyes set on the truck that is parked there. He's never seen it before. But again, he hasn’t been here for months. 

You called him in a panic, but managed to keep calm to some extent in order not to alert him too much in fear of what might happen. 

He arrived in about 10 minutes, which seems miraculous since it’s usually a 30-minute drive. 

He calls you to say that he’s here, but you’re already at the door when you notice his car. 

“Hey. You ok? What happened?” he asks, a concerned look etched on his face. 

“Hi. Yeah. I'm fine, Si. I'm sorry if I troubled you too much. It's nothing. It was just a rat. I threw it out. You can go now.” you ramble as if in a hurry with a slightly shaky voice, but he picks up on it. 

“A rat?” he asks, narrowing his eyes in slight disbelief and confusion. 

“Yeah. A rat. Thanks so much for coming. I'm really sorry.” you say quickly, your voice wavering a little too much this time as you subtly look around in your periphery vision with timid eyes. 

“Look, love. If there’s anything bothering you right now, you can tell me.” he remarks, keeping his voice low so as not to scare you away like a frightened animal, or maybe not to awaken the unknown danger. He doesn’t really know which one. 

“I’m fine, Si. Please go.” you plead, desperate and fearful, but you know him too well to know that he wouldn’t drop the subject this easily, especially when it comes to your safety. 

You begin to close the door, but he stops you by placing his foot in front of it. 

“Wait... are you in danger?” he asks in a low voice, worry creeping up on him. 

“No!” you say and quickly turn your head away from him as if to check something, then turn to face him again, “Please go!” you whisper.

You take the opportunity to close the door as he takes a step back to look inside from the window, but not before he notices the faint bruise on your stretched-out forearm.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

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[russellsppttemplates]

Hi could i request for blurb night maybe max is streaming with the redline team not serious racing just for fun and the kids hear him swearing and their at a age when they repeat everything they hear

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! That's not what I meant to do!", Max shouted into the mic as the car spun on the screen, "damn, I really though I had it!".

The kids were in the playroom with you, and when you heard your husband's voice, you hoped you had been the only one to notice them. Finn and Amelia carried on playing while the cats chased a cotton fluff around the room, so you thought you were safe, planning to alert Max later on so he could be more mindful of how loud his voice was.

"Fuck!", Finn said as he touched the hot plate with his arm, immediately taking it away from the table. Everyone was silent as you and Max looked at eachother, wondering what the next step would be.

"Are you okay, Finn?", Sophie asked, trying not to laugh at the looks you and your husband were exchanging and feeling grateful that only a handful of people in the hospitality's dining lounge heard your son.

"Yes, it just hurt a little in the moment", he replied back, checking his arm before he started eating.

"Where did you learn that word?", Sophie mused.

"Papa said it the other day", your son replied.

"Finn, that word is not a nice word for kids to say - only adults can say it, okay?", you warned, "Papa says it because he's a grown up".

"Okay" was all Finn said before he got some pasta and meat from his plate.

"Told you they hear and remember everything", you muttered under your breath as you kicked Max's shin under the table, "we have to be more careful".

"I'll do my best, but he knows it already!", Max winded you up playfully, loving how you were trying to stop the smile on your lips.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#max verstappen blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[mysticmunson]

between four walls (e.m.)

a/o/b: alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader

summary: when you disappear from school for a few days, eddie is a bit bewildered, until he has a sneaking suspicion.

warning: a/o/b, smut, language

an: hi friends, thank you so much for another follower milestone! i asked what you would like next and this won! i've been working on a/o/b fics off and on for a few months, i think its very fun so feel free to message me ideas about them for blurbs! all my love. xx elora.

The sticky air of Hawkins, Indiana made Eddie’s slovenly curls cling to his neck, likely getting tangled in his beaded, silver chain as his sneakers padded across the rubble. The last place he wanted to be was in Hawkins High, the fluorescent lights bouncing off the cream walls too poignantly and banners announcing peer events. 

He had always had a distaste for conformity, but after presenting as an Alpha, he clandestinely craved a sense of ordinariness. His toes pressed against the tip of his sneakers, his favorite leather jacket felt tighter, and his skin felt like the fizz on a freshly opened Coca-Cola. Sensations fluctuate depending on the day with his body attempting to steady itself as his mind tries to comprehend his new demeanor. 

While every day had been weird since that fateful day last month, his friends tried to maintain normality by focusing on Hellfire or acknowledging how his buff physique made him look menacing, but things had been slightly off with you. 

Every day you sat beside Eddie, even if he assured he wouldn’t be upset if you decided to relocate to avoid the relentless teasing he faced, but you stayed. After years of friendship, you chose to ignore any conflicted gazes, opting to enjoy your company. With satin ribbons in your hair, flowy, floral dresses that rest just above your knees, and your soft skin that always smelled like vanilla from your tube of hand lotion, he felt protective over you.

So when you moved from his left to the very end of the table, each inch felt like miles, cursing himself for feeling so intensely. Always admiring your beauty from a respectful distance, he adamantly maintained the friendship boundary, learning the line and fighting to take a step over.

As he sat in his math class, he awaited your arrival to your assigned seat at the second row of wooden desks, but the bell rang and it remained empty. This was the third day in a row, the first time you had even missed a full day, always finding some hidden strength to persevere through most of the school day. Hell, you often grilled Eddie on his lack of punctuality when it came to his education. 

The hairs on his arms stood up, his foot tapping relentlessly against the freshly waxed tile below, trying to rationalize your behavior and disappearance. Plucking the loose threads on his ripped jeans, he couldn’t bother to even think of equations. 

Your lack of communication had him on high alert, resisting the urge to confront you in fear of scaring you. He didn’t feel a need to worry about it until he presented, his voice dropped a tad lower, his facial hair growing faster which left him with consistent stubble, and his eyes felt sharper despite their baby-like softness. 

As class ended with Eddie not retaining a word of information, he looked at the double doors sending sunlight through, thinking how easy it would be to drive to your house and find out what was wrong. Why you hadn’t been answering his calls, why you weren’t at school, and why you even missed Hellfire. Granted, you didn’t know much about Dungeons and Dragons and usually just sat and watched, it felt peculiar to see your chair empty. 

Meanwhile in a quiet house at the curve of a cul de sac, you laid in bed wearing a shirt a size too big and underwear, leaving your mouth open to breathe. The fever encompassing your body added to your discomfort, tears selvage as your tired eyes stare at the wall, hoping that you would be back to normal soon.

Initially convinced it was a stomach ache, an awful flu that had you withering away in your bed, flustered as could be with clammy hands. But your gut wasn’t repulsed, it was the opposite, despite your body feeling like it was on fire as you laid in your bed, alone. 

It had been two miserable days since you presented as an omega, leaving you stranded with nothing to assist yourself. The clock only seemed to be moving slower as you could barely sleep without finding yourself in the depths of another dream, a dream of him.

“I’m glad we checked on you, you look like hell.” Robin joked, walking through your bedroom door with Nancy right behind. Even in your delirious state, you knew they typically didn’t hang out together, furrowing your brows. 

“Steve’s in the car waiting,” Nancy responded to your voiceless query, reaching her hand up to your forehead with a frown. “Shit, you’re burning up, have you gone to a doctor?” 

You shook your head, burrowing half of your face into your pillow with a deflated sigh, “I feel like shit and my stomach hurts, but not in a bad way, but so much that it is painful?” You stuttered in confusion, eyes hazy and unfocused. 

Robin fiddled with the various knick knacks in your room, lifting a pair of earrings to her in the mirror. Nancy stood back, looking at you with a thoughtful expression, rubbing her chin almost comically. 

“I also just want to call Eddie, but I keep feeling like I’m going to cry if I do. I talk to him everyday! It’s not my period either, I don’t know what's happening!” You exasperated, clenching your sheets closer to your chest as Nancy’s features clenched, sitting on the corner of your bed. 

Eddie had been your best friend for years and your longing crush for most of them. Conversations on the phone were routine for you, usually playfully arguing about something meaningless or watching a tv show while giving commentary. 

“Sounds like you're presenting, dude.” Robin laughed, turning around, only to be met with your fear filled face and Nancy’s “Did you seriously just say that?” expression that Robin had experienced frequently. 

With your parents being an alpha and omega duo, the chances they gave birth to one was highly likely, it was something you had expected. The days prior had left you anxious and exhausted, believing it just to be school related and nothing to note. 

“What?” You mumbled, sitting up, breath picking up as tears welled up, “Eddie’s an alpha, right? Oh my God!”

“Hey, hey! Calm down, you’re fine.” Nancy assured, pushing your shoulder gently back, looking at Robin for some form of support.

“I just want Eddie, but I-” You whimpered, hands coming up to your face before a random flannel was thrown at you from Robin. 

His flannel. 

His fucking red and black flannel he had accidentally left last weekend, you could’ve cried when you smelt it, the pain intensifying, but also blooming peace. 

“I don’t think that’s the best idea right now.” Nancy stroked your hair, even her heart breaking a bit at your muffled sadness. “Just try to relax, drink some water, and distract yourself. Okay?” You nodded, thanking them through the fabric in front of your face. 

As the girls trudged down the stairs, Robin looked at Nancy with a bewildered face, the front door closing behind them.

“We should tell Eddie! Apparently it’s fucking brutal the first time around!” She kept her tone hushed, Nancy sighing as she looked at the grass beneath our feet.

“She’s had a crush on him for years, Rob. What if something happens and it ruins their friendship? We have to let nature run its course. If she calls him, so be it, but we can’t be the ones to make that call.” Nancy sighed, opening Steve’s back seat door and piling in, Robin filing in the front.

The days for you were fairly torturous, only comforted by the smokey scent of the old flannel and the fantasies you entertained. Your mind began to run as you envisioned Eddie in all his alpha glory, which you hadn’t had the honor of seeing since he immediately goes into hiding when his rut hits.

His broad shoulders, firm grip that is free of rings since his hands swell, his plush lips cascading down your frame. The thought alone made you whimper, opening your eyes to glance at your pink phone, your shaking hands not even able to spin the dial. Your wooden bedside table felt miles away as you stared at it, tears pooling in your eyes at your helplessness. 

Part of you hoped he noticed your exodus while the other hoped things would go completely back to normal when you returned. The concept was naive, knowing there was no way you would be able to go back to a regular friendship with him, a thought that plagued you as soon as he returned to school after his first rut.

The front doors of the school couldn’t open quick enough, having not spent a week apart throughout your whole friendship. Even when your family would go out of town, you would call and talk on the phone as if he were right in front of you. 

His shoes squeaked against the freshly waxed tile of Ms. Green’s history class, Eddie strolling to his assigned seat towards the front. His chest was broader, thighs a bit thicker, and his face had a certain maturity that you didn’t recall. He turned over his shoulder, ignoring the stares from everyone else and locking eye contact with you, giving you a grin that you exchanged. 

When you walked out of class, he yanked you into a hug playfully, laughing in a huskier tone. For a moment you felt dizzy, shaking your head and pushing the unwarranted anxiety to the side. He was your best friend who you had seen shitfaced, crying at romcoms, and shared his bed when you didn’t want to go home. 

Things felt different though, never having been friends with an Alpha made everything novice. Each interaction with him made you shiver, feeling light headed with a subtle pain in your abdomen. So you forced space between you, keeping conversation to a minimum and avoiding him if possible. You assumed the pain would subside after a few days, but every time you tried to inch closer, it came crawling back.

In the solitude of your bedroom, your mind drifted to Eddie, starting with the curiosity of where he was or who he was with. Then the thought of him with someone to help him through his rut crept in, bringing a wave of sadness with it. Your feelings for Eddie were prominent for a long time, but you feared losing your best friend, choosing to have him as a pal than not at all.

You thought of him buffing up even more than when he was at school, remembering when you felt his crotch pressed against you when he scooted past, the prominent bulge gathering your attention. Envisioning the chance to touch him made your mouth water, trembling in your pajamas at the thought of his arms holding you and pressing his chest against yours. The way his dick wouldn’t fit your hand, having to use both to fully wrap around it and pleasing him. 

The idea anyone else did it made you feel sick, grabbing his sweatshirt he left over once and inhaling the scent. The seemingly innocent action made you feel like a pervert as his perfume lingered faintly on the cotton. 

Those thoughts felt like pure cotton candy to the ones you had now, of how he could walk in and do whatever he wanted and you’d love it. No matter what action he was committing, you would cry and beg for more. Even the idea of him being in the same room as you had you whimpering, twisting and turning with huffs of built frustration. 

Nancy and Robin stopped by a few times to check in on you, knowing you were too overwhelmed to make yourself food or get water. The school hours they had would usually sync with your nap time as you always woke at random moments in the night. Eddie had mentioned you to Robin that morning, wondering if she had seen you, which she attempted to deflect. 

“Why don’t you and Wheeler sit with my boys today?” 

Nancy almost killed Robin for saying yes, not because of Eddie’s reputation, but because she knew Robin was close to breaking. Always going soft after seeing you, saying how they need to just get you help and speed up this process.

So with sandwiches in hand, they sat quietly as the members of Corroded Coffin conversed about the latest Hellfire meeting. The younger boys were on a freshman field trip, conveniently leaving room for the girls to sit. Eddie snacked on the cold cafeteria food with lingering eyes on them, their skin crawling at the information they knew. 

Thankfully, the talkative nature of Gareth and Jeff derailed everyone’s attention, only noticing the 5 minutes left when Nancy took a glance at her watch as they went to throw away their trash. With freedom at their fingertips, it only seemed pleasantly ironic for it all to come tumbling down when Jason Carver appeared.

The potent bags under his eyes made him resemble a tortured Greek God, bronzed skin under the sun kissed hairs on his head. Eddie opened his mouth to begin his tangent, feeling his legs twitching to hop upon the tabletops, even though his recent development made him a bit calmer.

“Where is she?” Jason asked, not even glancing at the man beside him, locking on the girl's enlarged eyes. 

“Who?” Robin questioned, providing an awkward smile that made Jason scoff, wishing his skills developed enough to find you himself.

Jason was one of the other alpha’s at school, his rut helping him with sports and wearing it proudly on his sleeve. His progression made sense, fulfilling the family history of powerful alphas, but he had yet to find an omega to care for. Or even just to hold him over as most went into seclusion during their heats.

He wouldn’t have even known if a fellow member of the basketball team overheard the girls talking in hushed tones in the hallway, presuming no one could hear them over the sounds of chatter and clashing lockers. 

As if intended, the bell rang loudly, everyone standing to return to class. Jason kept his intense gaze until his friends yanked him away, pestering him for information about that night's practice. Eddie’s gaze didn’t waver as he looked at the both of them, smelling a tinge of anxiety on them, a convenient sense he inhabited. 

“You guys have 10 seconds to say why Jason Carver just said her name.” He responded with fraudulent tranquility, his black lunch pail secured tightly in his palm, holding his ground despite the varying rushing bodies beside them. 

After a moment of silence, Nancy found herself surprised at her lack of a quick rebuttal, something about the look Eddie was giving her making her freeze. It wasn’t one of infatuation, more akin to fear as his tensity remained.

“She presented!” Robin sighed, shoulders relaxing as if pounds had been removed from her chest. Her friend smacked her arm, watching as the man across from them went stagnant. Despite the fleeting deliberations, all the girls across from him saw was his clenched jaw and his eyes diverting to the spot you typically sat.

“As what? And why the fuck does Jason Carver know before me?” He gritted out, clenched fists glued at the side of his thighs.

The bell signaling class started went off, jolting Nancy and Robin from their subtle haze, trying to think of anything to divert his attention. However, Robin couldn’t stop thinking about how you were crying for him, that you would feel infinitely better if she just mentioned the slight detail.

“I don’t know how he found out Eddie-” Nancy snapped, becoming irritated with the theatrics, wishing she was just in algebra class for the first time ever. 

“As an omega!” Robin blurted, Eddie’s eyes widening as his fists loosened, “She presented and has been a mess! She’s too emotional to do anything, just wallowing away and whining for you.” The last part trailed off, but Eddie understood it clearly, his instincts that just were beginning to sprout commencing to full bloom.

With tunnel vision, he found his way out of the school, not caring if any teacher saw him. His mind was on you. You, who had been crying in pain for him for days and no one cared to mention it. 

The way to your home went by in a blur, glad he knew the route well enough to not maintain complete fixation on the journey. His respiring didn’t cease as he sped down the old roads, trying his best to avoid the potholes or random piles of trash. 

He barely put the car into park before he was racing up your driveway, putting his hand behind the potted plant at the right side of the maroon door. With the key in hand, he was soon in, putting it in the nearby bowl at the entryway table. The house was quiet, everything in a perfect state, making him remember your parents were out of town for the week. 

The aroma reached his nose like a tidal wave, unfamiliar yet agrestal as he saw the light glowing from under the door at the end of the hall. His socks hit the carpet as he yanked his shoes off, promenading down the beige carpet with small floral detailing. 

The door opened when his hand gripped the bronze handle, finding you asleep in an oversized shirt, curled in on yourself with his lapsed flannel. A warm spread across his chest and his groin, stifling the animalistic noise fighting through. Approaching you, he pushed the hair from your face, feeling the intensity of your fever on his shaking palms.

His scent made you stir, squeaking as your body searched for the touch with the twist of your neck. He trailed his finger down the bridge of your nose, noting the small pores he had never been able to see before, trailing to your cupid's bow. 

Your eyes fluttered open as he knelt beside you, cupping your cheek gently as if you were fine china. Your pupils were dilated, practically encompassing your whole iris, and he could feel your internal heat increasing with his proximity. 

“Eddie.” You mumbled, confused if this was a cruel dream that your hormonal mind was conjuring, but he smiled, his thumb brushing past your bottom lashes. Lunging forward without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him on the bed, legs squirming with the growing discomfort between them.

As his body enveloped yours, he clenched his eyes tight, feeling the profound burst of testosterone. His stupor was interrupted when he felt a surge of wetness on his jeans, pulling away to see the slick that seeped through your thin cotton panties and to your mattress.

Wanting to avoid any embarrassment on your part, he smashed his lips to yours, keeping a steady hand on your jaw to maintain the pacing. There was no time to think about what you were doing or what your friendship would be after this, just the need to be close.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you, my omega.” He puffed as you whimpered, sitting up on his knees to pull off his shirt, initially going to throw it on the floor until you snatched it to bring to your nose. He plucked it out of your grasp with a teasing smile, putting it above your head beside your white pillows.

His hands found the hem of your shirt, inching it slowly up your body, revealing the skin he had been dreaming of. Discarding the old cloth, he stared in hunger at your chest as his hands grasped the mounds of flesh upon them. Wincing at your cry from the abrupt touch, simultaneously becoming harder beneath his constricting jeans.

Managing a way to strip them, he was left in boxers that did little to conceal his arousal, yet all his attention was on the sea between your legs. The fabric was so wet, the baby pink went to a darkened tone, making him rip them off.

“Oh, this cunt is just drooling for me, isn’t it?” He chuckled, running a finger through your folds before slotting it between his lips. Gasping, you reached to grab him, which he obliged. His lips met yours like slotted puzzle pieces, shimmying off his last article of clothing.

“Alpha, please.” You mewled, eyes wide as your lips hung open as he grabbed his length. The growl that escaped was impetuous, your nipples skimming across his milky chest, his hand stopping your jaw from when you tried to look downward.

“You’re okay, omega- Shh, it’s okay. Take a deep breath.” He says softly, thumb stroking across your scorching skin, applying slight pressure.

He had always been well endowed, but after his presentation, things became more intense, especially when he was aroused. Eddie thought the idea that alpha’s couldn’t be with beta’s because it was dangerous was just dramatics, but when he came to full hardness with his knot in place, it made sense.

The last thing he wanted was for you to see him below right now, knowing your brain was already scattered and that he didn’t want to scare you. As an omega, your body was made for this, it was begging for it. It just took a little getting used to. 

His tip had barely probed your walls before you winced, clutching onto his shoulders like a lifeline. Though he knew you were in slight discomfort, something brought him amenity knowing he was going to help you feel much better.

Protruding further in, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, pressing wet kisses to your skin and savoring the essence coming from it. He thought he could become high on you alone as you basked in his own scent, feeling as if it coated you from head to toe. 

“Feelin’ okay?” Eddie mustered, jolting his head back slightly when you started nodding profusely, making him chuckle and go deeper.

“You f-feel so good, so so good. Y-your cock,” You cried out, the tears tumbling down with mixed moans, “You’re so pretty and so n-nice to me, s-so nice even when you don’t-t have to be, which is so nice of y-you.” 

“Baby,” Eddie’s chest constricts and he smiles down to continue, only realizing he had inched his way fully inside when his balls bounced against the swell of your ass. A loud moan that vibrates within his chest comes out, making you grip to him more securely. 

“S-so big and full, so full, I don’t want you to leave, please.” You whimpered, hand reaching to feel his hair, “You m-mean so much to me a-and I l-love you. Thank you, thank you.”

“Sweetheart, shh, it’s okay.” He coos with a huge grin, almost laughing with how precious you are to him right now, “I love you too, I’m not going anywhere.” 

The first orgasm you experience hits you like a sucker punch, his words of affirmation being the final straw, shaking like a leaf against his firm chest. Your mind goes blank as you let out a string of noises, feeling the way he feels inside you in such intense detail. Your eyes reopened as you whined at the pain still persisting, which Eddie was mere moments away from solving.

He never thought he’d be able to see you like this, not even as an omega, just in general. Your iris’ so wide, he could see his reflection down to the small lines next to his lips. It felt so natural to be inside you, to be protecting you and fulfilling your needs. The thought that Jason Carver almost made it here made his blood boil, thrusting sharply out of instinct, before focusing on you.

“Want you cum, Eddie, want your cum, alpha. Please, please, please! I’ll be good and do whatever you say, you can do whatever you want to me, just, please!” You cried out, sending Eddie to his final straw, his knot snapping loose with a potent moan. 

Sublime existed within you, he thought, his mind going completely blank as he pumped you full of his release. Your sobs had turned into subdued mewls as your body felt relaxed for the first time in days, clutching to Eddie with your face in his neck.

Groaning like an old man, he managed to roll onto his back with you still attached and startled by the movement. “It’s okay, just get comfortable, sweetheart.” He murmured, yanking your blue quilted blanket over the both of you despite the sweat, already expecting your come down to be reasonably harsh.

To say Eddie wasn’t the best student was valid, but he did pay attention in health class, learning the dynamics of alphas, omegas, and betas. There was something so intriguing about it to him, thinking it was intricate enough to be a part of Dungeons and Dragons, when a brave warrior saves a helpless civilian. 

Even back in the freezing classroom, he felt his heart clench at the explanation of omegas while some tried to joke about it and laugh. Describing the genuine distraught they endure if they’re without a caretaker, a toy being a last resort because of how much emotional support they would need afterwards. 

Alpha’s could get away with going solo, a bit pent up and lonely, but nothing like omega’s who became practically helpless. For an auxiliary learning experience, they played a video of a female omega in heat for the room for pre-presenting 18 year old boys. There wasn’t any sex, but it was how emotional she became after just a few minutes, only finding peace when a man came in and picked her up, her alpha. They played one of an alpha, but the pretense didn’t last nearly as long as he could smell out his omega in the room from the start.

The worry that you had been in here for two days plagued him as you took deep breaths on his chest, his knot gradually diminishing. He squeezed you tighter unintentionally, angry that he didn’t know sooner, that he didn’t realize it or that no one told him. 

“Look at me.” He stated, a bit too sharp than intended, your obedience falling into place as your chin rested against his chest. Your cheeks were still wet, sniffling as the aftermath endured, looking with distressed eyes.

“Don’t wait to call me, okay? It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed. You could’ve hurt yourself.” He exaggerated, regretting his tone as soon as your lip began to wobble, “Hey, sweetheart, hey. It’s okay, I’m not mad, I just don’t want you to be in pain, okay?”

You nodded as he rearranged you both, his length slipping out, much to your dismay. But the need to nest festered within seconds as he went to go get you both drinks and snacks, grabbing his shirt and flannel. Even his jeans joined the pile as it surrounded you, nuzzling into the cotton of his top, toes flexing in delight. 

He entered with some water, granola bars and bananas, somehow remembering they were a positive supplement for after a heat even though he forgets his own house number sometimes. Chuckling at the sight, he sat against the headboard as you shuffled into his side, curling up. Holding the cup to your lips, he swiped the spare stream that dripped down your tongue before drinking some himself.

Handing you a piece of the fruit, he opened his snack, but kept his attention on you as you looked downward. His fingers found the loose strands of hair by your ear, stroking them rhythmically as you finished and handed him the peel. You both sat contently as the wrapper and peel were thrown into the bin, but he could feel the slump of your frame, assuming you hadn’t got much rest the past few days. 

“Go to sleep, omega, I’ll be here. You’re safe.” He assured, scooting farther down so you were both lying on your backs, wrapping his arms around you. 

The sleep was like no other before, instantly submerged into tranquility of varying levels, Eddie being exhausted and waiting till you were out to fall. While you slept, your body still buzzed with nerves, still coming to terms with the new elements surfacing. 

Stirring awake in the dark room, you rubbed your eyes and smelled the pheromones exuding from Eddie’s sleeping body that you could now process. The discomfort between your legs surged with wetness, worried you would wake him and he would be displeased at how early it was. The red clock blinked at 5:43am, the sun wasn’t even beginning to show.

Mistakenly peering down at his boxers, your mouth watered at his bulge, feeling an encompassing need to see it. You wanted to press kisses all over him, around the coarse hairs below his belly and sucking on his tip to taste his arousal.

Eddie woke up to quiet fussing, feeling you twist against his chest and look up at him, shocked to see his eyes opened. He could see the guilt right on your face, to which he silently shook his head with a smile, stroking your head. 

“Alpha, ‘m sorry, I need your c-cock, please.” You begged, wiggling down to his waistband, pulling out his half hardened length, “S-so big.”

He knew he only had a few minutes before you wouldn’t be able to have him in your mouth anymore, becoming too thick for your throat, so he let you indulge in this. You wanted this, he could see the drool dripping down his shaft as you sucked him, but he also knew this wasn’t going to do anything for you emotionally.

“My pretty, sweet, omega.” His voice coaxed in a morning gruff, “Can have this for just a minute, okay? Did so good yesterday, so proud of you.” 

He saw your eyes haze over, eyelids drooping as you hummed around him, his hips resisting the instinct to snap forward. Your repeated suckle made him thicker, unbeknownst to you as the action only soothed you, ignoring the growing pain between your legs.

His hand intertwined with yours as he looked out the slit of the curtains of the window, the orange rays of the sun just cresting the Earth. Something about waking up before sunrise felt forbidden, like the world wasn’t awake yet, that this was stolen time. Time where only you and him existed.

The ache of his knot began to form as he reached down to pull you up, only to hear a yelp. He flinched, looking down to see your wide eyes with his dick between your lips. He forced his growl down to not give you mixed messages, only raising his brows and curling his finger up to him. 

When you failed to do so, he lifted you despite your begs, laying you down and hovering over. He hushed you, feeling himself throb against your pretty thighs, ones he definitely wanted to explore more when you weren’t as sensitive. If he were to love on them now, he thinks it’d feel more cruel to you than anything.

You wiggled beneath him, faint pleads escaping your lips as his scent covered you, not being able to comprehend all the feelings that swarmed you. Eddie managed to throw off his boxers, caging you in beneath him as his necklace trickled on your sternum. One of his arms went downward, grabbing the base of himself and giving a few tugs.

“I know what you need, omega.” He gritted, his tip sliding between your silk-like folds with ease, making him shudder. Somehow this managed to calm you down slightly, knowing he knew what to do, even just based on pure instincts.

Slotting inside you, he shut his eyes and moaned, your wetness helping to aid the size of himself. Your moans may have been considered singing if anyone heard the way they flowed together and he wondered if it just sounded that way as your alpha. 

“Alpha, please, need your knot. Need so many.” You begged, breaths shallow as your body began to shake, already succumbing to your first orgasm. He couldn’t help, but chuckle at you, nuzzled into the crevice of your neck as he kissed the skin softly.

“My sensitive girl.” He mused, pressing himself further to rub at your clit, making you jolt. His speed increased as he felt himself growing impatient. He could last longer than this, he knew that, but he wasn’t going to try and prolong it, especially when it helped make you feel safe.

“I’ve got a rule, omega,” Eddie began, your eyes wide like saucers as you looked up, “You have to come twice every time I knot, okay?”

Your petulant whine sounded through the room before he hushed you with his own lips, his hand going between your legs to rub at the bud of nerves. Your legs shook profusely against his hips, not expecting the added pleasure that left you speechless. 

“Come with me, baby. Gonna fill you up, give you my knot.” He growled, gripping onto the headboard to thrust faster than before, “Fuck, need to fill you up. My omega.” He watched as your tits bounced in rhythm, your orgasm sneaking up on you.

His knot shot into you with velocity, covering your walls completely as you mewled, coming for a second time as your back arched. Eddie thought he almost dented the metal headboard, his hands a mix of red and white as he let go, twitching from the intensity his body was encountering.

Peering down, he saw your eyes shut, mouth opened as you caught your breath with just the tip of your tongue poking out down the middle. He smiled, pushing the hair from your face and kissing you. His knot was still throbbing as it deposited completely within you, hoping he’d be able to keep doing this. Now more prepared for when he rolled onto his back, you just adjusted to be comfortable, hoping he wouldn’t get soft too fast and you could continue this close.

The first presentation was usually a false heat, it has all the same symptoms, but there is little chance of pregnancy. It was one of the reasons he wasn’t too paranoid about giving you his knot, since that is what sedates omegas, but he didn’t want to be too risky. His heart bursted as you settled in his arms, wondering what would happen after your heat was over, trying to assure himself you wanted him. You whined for him and he wasn’t going to let that go.

The next few days consisted of waking up, having sex, Eddie cooking for you, and naps. It was like a slice of heaven in four walls, embracing the affection you were both giving each other. 

He had gone back home once to grab clothes, cigarettes, and some notebooks to work on his campaign and music. He had given Wayne a call the first day, saying he was out for the night, but would be back home soon. He hung up before he could hear the response, but knew he’d have to face his uncle eventually. They were close, practically father and son, but they weren’t open in that nature.

He pulled up to the trailer, seeing the familiar truck in the dirt in front, taking a deep breath before stepping on the damp ground. Opening the door gently, he spotted his uncle asleep on the recliner as the news played softly on the TV. Going straight for his bedroom, he shoved as much as he could in his duffle bag.

Truthfully, he was missing you more than he wanted to admit. It was only minutes, yet, he felt a pain in his chest that you were alone. He did wait for you to fall asleep as you tried to act okay with him departing for an hour, untangling your arms and legs from one another. 

How he managed to quickly pack his bag with minimal noise was a mystery, but he was grateful, hoping to utilize whatever freetime he had with writing or planning. He even brought some extra shirts for your nest as those were your favorite and his jeans kept rubbing weirdly against your cheeks. Racing to the front door, he had almost escaped as his grasp reached the handle.

“Where were you at and why aren’t you in school, boy?” Wayne grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes as he laid back. Something about his demeanor could make him seem laid back, but he meant business when it came to Eddie’s future and he didn’t want to add another senior year.

“It’s excused.” Eddie responded cooly, mentioning quickly that he stayed at your home, leaning against the door and rocking on his heels. His nonchalant attitude made the older Munson open his eyes, looking with a squint as he adjusted to the light and to whatever game he thought his nephew was playing at.

Awaiting the explanation, Eddie imagined the ground swallowing him whole, teleporting him back to your cute bedroom with frills and stuffed animals. But no, he was standing in front of his uncle, who was in no mood for shenanigans after an exhausting shift. 

“She presented. The school excuses both, uh, parties.” Eddie mumbled, the rubber of his shoes touching as he looked down at them, not seeing the way the man in front of him straightened up. 

Humming in response, Wayne sat in thought as the boy refused to make eye contact, unsure as to what his reaction would be. How does one react to something like this?

“Takin’ care of her? She’s a sweet girl, always liked her.” Wayne mused, making their eyes finally meet. While the question could’ve been interpreted in a more vulgar way, he knew what he meant. Meant that he was actually taking care of you as an alpha should, not just to get laid.

“She is and yeah. Feeling better now, didn’t get help till two days after. She asked for me.” He trails his words with pink cheeks, kicking himself for saying too much, but Wayne gives a small chuckle. Not at what he said, but at how much Eddie’s demeanor reminded him of when he was young.

“Alright, alright. Standin’ here looking like a prisoner, go.” He laughed, not really needing any other information as Eddie left within a blink. 

The drive back to your house was tortuous, practically smelling you on his clothes in a way that became addicting. With little shame, he inhaled in his shirt deeply while at a red light, the car behind him eventually honking to send him forward.

It was crazy to him that yesterday morning felt so long ago now, that the conversation with Nancy and Robin wasn’t even 24 hours ago. He knows news is never expected fully, but this took him by surprise and made him feel less guilty about getting off to the thought of you during his rut. 

He wondered if that’s why you popped in his head no matter how many times he tried to distract himself, your pretty face dewy as he fucked into you at a, seemingly, unforgiving pace. His hands all over your body and you reacted instinctively to them before he filled you to the brim with his knot.

The thoughts ran through his brain until he pulled in your driveway, grabbing his bag and the spare set of keys that used to reside behind the large flower pot. The muffled sounds of music could be heard from your boombox as he stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. Jumping over steps until slipping on the edge, he caught himself by the rail, puffing with annoyance.

A whine rang through his ear like church bells, adding to the ache between his legs that he hadn’t noticed before. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you immediately lit up at his presence, holding open your arms. Plopping down the bag, he dramatically raced towards you while crouching and swooped you into his arms with a laugh.

Litters of kisses were left on both sets of skin, feeling an overcast of warmth as you returned to each other. He only pulled away to drag his bag closer, rummaging through it before lifting up an old Hawkins crewneck sweater, slipping it on you over your large shirt. You practically melted at the way his scent took you, shrinking your head, arms and legs until you were in a tight ball within it. 

“Glad you like it, baby.” He chuckled, kissing the patch of your hair that peeked through as he unloaded some of his clothes. It was almost comical how little articles he brought, knowing that most of their days would not involve clothing at all or would only be on long enough to be taken off. 

Putting it in a neat pile by your dresser, he dug in his bag to see the condoms made specifically for alpha’s, dreading the fact he would need to wear them soon. He decided to keep it hidden, not wanting to upset you when you weren’t using them yet. He could hear the soft snoring from the tucked away ball on its side, biting back a large grin.

Shimmying off his clothing besides his royal blue briefs, he molded himself around your frame and lifted the blankets over top. He felt your arms wiggling before a practically inaudible whimper as it dawned on him that you couldn’t feel the arm holes in your slumber.

“Goofball.” He mutters to himself, unable to help the smile and pink cheeks as he uncurls you to bring to his chest. Your lips puckered briefly against his peck, the subconscious kiss making him want to squeeze you in joy. He liked existing inside these four walls with you.

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