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matchingbatbites · 1 month

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settle down (it'll all be clear)

T | 2.4k | Omegaverse, Alpha + Nurse Steve, Omega + New dad Eddie

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Steve is going insane. He's only been inputting patient info into the system for fifteen minutes, but the repetition of it makes it feel like forever. The stack he's been working on barely has a dent in it, but he still thinks he could weep tears of joy when Claudia steps up to the counter and says “Steve, dear? We've got an Omega who-”

“I'm on it!” he replies before she can even finish. Just slams his current file shut and pushes the stack off to the side before standing. “Just tell me who and where.”

The woman chuckles and shakes her head fondly. “Eddie Munson, three-fourteen.”

Steve nods and gives her a grateful smile as he heads down the hall.

Sometimes omegas can become overwhelmed after childbirth, their hormones and emotions reaching a climax that leaves them in a state of extreme vulnerability. Usually they have a mate or family member nearby that can help settle them, help soothe their emotional overload.

But sometimes they don't have anyone. Single or abandoned omegas left to deal with it on their own usually have a harder time afterward, and it's become pretty common practice for newborn wards to have an alpha nurse on staff who can step in and fill that role.

Steve isn’t the only alpha nurse on shift tonight, but he still tends to be first choice for moments like this. Something about his demeanor is perfectly suited for the job, and he’s become an expert settler at this point. He knocks on the door to room 314 before stepping inside, and the Omega looks up at his entry.

The first thing Steve notices is the smell of burnt coffee that fills the room, acrid and bitter. The second is that the man looks exhausted. His brown hair is pulled into a haphazard bun, and there are fresh tears streaming down his face. He has a little bundle of blanket and baby clutched to his chest and his shoulders tremble beneath the hospital gown.

Steve's heart aches at the sight and he can’t help but step closer. “Hi there. My name is Steve, I'm an Alpha on staff here in the newborn ward. Nurse Claudia said you might need a bit of settling?”

The Omega - Eddie, Steve remembers - just looks at him for a moment, big brown eyes all shiny and wet from crying, and then he nods. His voice breaks on a weak “Please,” and Steve is at the bedside in an instant. He pulls off the scent patch on his wrist and offers his arm to Eddie, wanting to make sure the man isn't put off by his smoke and spice scent.

A bit of pride swells up as the Omega’s eyes flutter before squeezing shut, and when he nods in approval Steve peels off his remaining patches. He moves to grab the nearby chair, intending to drag it closer, but is stopped by a hand fisting in his shirt.

“Could you, uh. In the bed? Please?”

The man looks on the verge of a breakdown and Steve melts a little. Even though it’s not exactly protocol, he nods, and Eddie’s body seems to sag in relief. He scoots over and Steve sits next to him, purposely on top of the covers as he wraps his arm around those trembling shoulders and tucks Eddie close to his side. His low, rumbling purr starts up on instinct and Eddie’s breath hitches on a sob before he’s shoving his face into Steve’s neck. He just pulls Eddie closer, holds him tighter and lets him cry it out.

It takes a little while for Eddie to calm down, for the tears and the scent of burnt coffee to subside. It’s replaced with something sweet and milky, similar to the mocha lattes Steve likes to get on his way to work. It’s intoxicating, actually, and Steve can’t help but press his nose to Eddie’s temple and inhale.

“Sorry,” Eddie mutters after a bit. “I didn't think I'd be such a fucking mess.”

“Don’t apologize. You’d be surprised at how normal this is.”

The Omega pulls back a little, removing his face from the crook of Steve’s neck while keeping as much contact between them as possible. “What is? Having a breakdown and crying all over an absolute stranger?”

Steve chuckles and rubs Eddie’s shoulder in comfort. “Yeah, actually. There’s a reason we keep a few alphas on staff.”

“Glad to know it’s not just me, then,” he says, before his attention is pulled by a soft noise from the bundle in his arms. Steve looks down as well, getting his first look at Eddie’s pup, and oh, she’s beautiful. All rosy with a plump little face, and Steve feels helpless as he reaches out, touching her cheek as she coos softly.

“Doc says she has high alpha markers,” Eddie mutters. “I started thinking about how she’s going to be the complete opposite of me and I got so- so scared. That I won’t know what I’m doing, that I won’t be able to raise her the way she deserves. That I’ll be a fuck up like my parents were.”

Steve frowns and pulls Eddie closer so he can rest his cheek on the crown of brown curls, and Eddie starts to purr softly at the contact.

“I think the fact that you’re worried about all of that shows how much you care, shows that you want to be a good parent. And as someone who also had shitty parents, I think you will be.” He hears a soft sniffle and kicks his own purr back on, and the way it overlaps with Eddie’s makes something warm and fuzzy blossom in Steve’s chest.

They sit together for a long time, just chatting as Eddie’s pup - Ronnie, he learns - dozes away, clearly content. He learns that Eddie is single, that he knows who Ronnie’s dad is but doesn’t want the man anywhere near the little girl. They’d broken up before Eddie even realized he was pregnant, and he’d moved back to Hawkins as soon as he found out.

Steve learns that Eddie lives with his uncle, that the man was originally supposed to be here for the birth but of course, he happened to be working when Eddie went into early labor. In turn, he shares a bit about his own life, his job and his best friend and the not-kids he considers to be pack.

He only leaves when Ronnie eventually wakes up, crying and hungry, and reassures Eddie that all he has to do is call and Steve will be back in an instant.

Leaving the room - leaving Eddie - is hard, harder than it ever has been with anyone else. His inner alpha nearly whines as he walks away, as he puts distance between himself and the lonely Omega. He stops by the break room to apply some new scent patches and uses the chance to settle himself.

Yes, Eddie is single, and yes, his scent has a pull to it that Steve hasn’t experienced in a long time. But he’s a patient, and Steve can’t let his wires get crossed while the man is in his care. That would be beyond inappropriate, especially with the fragile state Eddie is in.

Steve goes back to the nurse’s station, intent on getting more of the files put into the system, and finds his stack about half the size of what it had been. He mentally reminds himself to thank Claudia when he sees her, and sits down to hopefully finish the tedious work.

Eddie calls him back to the room a few times, including once to sheepishly ask for his water pitcher to be refilled, and once to ask Steve to put Ronnie back in the bassinet so he can get some well-needed sleep. Steve stays with him even after he dozes off, slightly entranced by the sight of Eddie’s slender fingers held in his own, larger hand. It looks right, feels right, and he gives it a gentle squeeze before he slips out of the room and back to work.

At around five in the morning Eddie’s uncle shows up, grateful when Steve shows him back to the room with the still sleeping duo. The man seems nice, even tears up a bit when he sees Ronnie for the first time. Steve lets him be, knowing that he's probably tired after a night of working while stressing over his nephew.

He goes back once his shift ends around seven to find both men out cold, and he resists the instinct that urges him to go over and scent Eddie one last time, to leave a reminder of himself on Eddie's skin. Somehow he manages to pull himself away, and with one last look at the sleeping man and his little family, Steve leaves for the day.

He's off that evening, and he spends it thinking about Eddie. Every part of Steve’s inner alpha urges him to find the Omega, to show Eddie that Steve would be so good for him. He wants to bring the man back to his den, wants to bathe him and cook for him, wants to take care of Eddie so all he has to worry about is his pup and his recovery.

It’s a lot to feel for someone he met less than a day ago, someone he barely knows anything about. There’s just something about Eddie that makes Steve want more, more of his attention, his affection. Now that he knows what it’s like to hold Eddie, to sit in the heady mix of their mingling scents, he wants to do it over and over - every day, if he can.

When Steve goes in for his next shift Eddie is gone, and he does his best to tamp down the disappointment he feels. Patient, Steve, Eddie was a patient.

“He was discharged earlier today,” Claudia tells him at some point, and Steve has no idea how she’s able to read him as well as she does. “You know, if you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t wondering anything,” Steve replies while pretending to be busy with work. It’s bullshit, and he’ll probably have to redo it all later because he can’t concentrate, but it’s some kind of a distraction. The woman just hums in disbelief.

“Well, I told him that you usually work nights, two days on, one day off. Just in case.” She’s so casual about it, like just the thought of Eddie stopping by to see him doesn’t set Steve’s heart racing. He tries to keep busy, tries to distract himself because he knows Eddie probably won’t be back tonight - not when he was just discharged - but it doesn’t stop him from hoping.

Steve spends the next week of shifts waiting for a familiar face, and each morning he leaves a bit more disappointed. He tells himself over and over that Eddie is recovering, that he really shouldn’t be out and about so early after having his pup. He reminds himself again that Eddie was just a patient, that Steve was just doing his job and it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

It’s a slow Tuesday night, and Steve is working at the nurse’s station when the smell of warm coffee hits him, too sweet and chocolatey for anything you could get in the hospital. He looks up just as Eddie leans against the counter, and- wow, the man is gorgeous when he isn’t crying from distress. His hair is down, a cascade of dark brown curls that Steve wants to sink his hands into, and he’s got a bit of color back in his cheeks, making him look much healthier than he had before.

Steve breathes a soft “Eddie,” and the man bites into his lip, clearly a bit shy as he smiles. “Hi, Steve. I, uh- Claudia told me when you’d be working and I just wanted to stop by and thank you for taking care of me when I was here. I was in a bad place without Wayne there, and you really helped me out. So, thank you.”

Thank him. Right, Eddie’s here to thank Steve for being good at his job, not for- any other reasons. Steve smiles and shrugs. “Yeah, of course. I mean, it seemed like you needed it, so.”

“I definitely did,” Eddie confirms, and Steve’s eyes flick down to where the Omega is fidgeting with his rings, chunky silver things that only look bigger on Eddie’s slender hands. “You know, Claudia also told me that you guys have a policy against dating patients, and since I’ve been discharged for over a week, I was wondering if you wanted to go out?”

Eddie wants to go out.

With him.

Steve is thankful for the required scent patches because he knows the area would be flooded with the smell of happy alpha otherwise. He doesn’t get a chance to respond before Eddie is continuing, “I know your shift ends pretty early in the morning, so I was thinking we could grab breakfast tomorrow? Benny's is usually open at the crack of dawn and their food is pretty good, so.”

He finishes with a little shrug and Steve is so endeared to him already. “I'd love that, Eddie,” he replies, unable to stop the smile spreading across his face. “I get off at seven, so I can meet you there? Say 7:30?”

Eddie beams and Steve's stomach flips at the sight. He's barely able to bite back the beginning of a purr as Eddie says “That sounds great. I'll probably have to bring Ronnie, if that's okay?”

“I think I’d be more upset if you didn’t. I never got to hold her while you were here, you know.”

“Then I’ll definitely bring her.” Eddie taps on the counter as he takes a step back, and Steve knows they probably look like a couple of idiots with how they’re smiling at each other. He can't help it, even though he’s sure to get the teasing of his life later from the other nurses. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning?”

Steve nods and smiles wider. “See you then, Eddie.”

(The teasing he gets is all worth it the next morning, when Steve sees the way Eddie looks at him as he holds Ronnie for the first time. It's even more worth it a few months later when he and Eddie exchange bites, and Steve is finally able to move his mate and pup into his home.)

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viviseawrites · 9 months

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eddie munson knows he’s an anomaly. he has the kind of star power and attitude and talent that takes people far from where they start. unfortunately, his teachers don’t agree; nor does his presentation.

because eddie munson presents as a male omega in a small, backward town in the midwest, and that makes him a freak, makes him something to be sneered at instead of revered, insulted instead of praised.

he takes it in stride, though, because fuck that. he knows he’s gonna get out of here and make it anyway. so eddie munson does what he does best: he weaves a story for himself, around himself.

he imagines the struggles of high school and bigotry as enemies in his righteous quest for glory and vengeance. but at no point does he foresee his story veering into a romance. it’s never been in the cards for him.

because eddie is gay. he likes men; he doesn’t care about designations. but there aren’t any other male omegas in hawkins. and male alphas, at least here, are rude and crass and vaguely threatening.

they don’t like that eddie doesn’t behave the way he should, according to their conservative upbringings. so they talk shit and pick on him and sometimes get physically aggressive. so no alphas either.

and no one ever talks about betas. betas, who are caretakers and workers. who represent normalcy and stability. even eddie thinks that’s boring, and no beta has ever proved him wrong.

granted, it’s not like he talks to many to challenge that idea for himself. mostly he forgets about them. but that changes during spring break. eddie’s story changes. he’s still gonna do big things, only now he wonders if he can do it all in love.

he watches steve harrington face the Upside Down with bat blood in his mouth and bite marks up his sides and he wants. steve is a beta. steve is the most badass person eddie has maybe ever met.

and that latent crush from his second senior year rears its head with a roar because—and this is the trippy part—steve meets him gaze for gaze, step for step. steve calms him, humors him, acts normal. he keeps eddie sane.

eddie should hate it, did hate it for years. but he knows better now, because steve harrington is a steady, normal, boring beta, and eddie is falling in love with his quiet strength and focus. he’s anything but forgettable.

and after vecna. oh, after vecna, stability is all eddie wants. and he’s lucky, because steve is always there. taking his weight when eddie forgets his cane, challenging andy when the basketball team gets ideas, watching the kids.

eddie can’t help it. his heat hits because the bats ate his fucking suppressant implant out of his guts, the bastards, and steve offers to help him through that too. eddie says yes before he’s too far gone. and things change again.

his heat ends and steve just stays. and maybe eddie won’t let him go far, begs him for just a little while longer, but steve just grins and curls back into him, around him.

eddie thinks, sleepily, about how they fit together so perfectly, an anomaly and the ordinary boy who loves him. it turns out normal with steve is better than anything else.

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thisapplepielife · 10 days

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Written for @subeddieweek, day five.

Today Is Not Tomorrow

Prompt: Omegaverse/Posessive | Word Count: 2043 | Rating: E | CW: Role Playing Hints of DubCon | Tags: Long-Term Relationship, Older Steddie, Role Playing in Public, Omegaverse, Heat, Teasing, Alpha Steve, Omega Eddie, A Look at Aging, Light Hurt/Comfort, Lasting Love

Eddie sits on the barstool, and he's not wearing blockers of any kind tonight. An act of defiance. He's throwing his scent all over the place, right as he's rushing headlong into his heat, and he knows it's sweet as fuck. Cloying. He knows how he smells, even if it's hard to smell something you're around everyday. He's nearly noseblind to it after all these years, but he's not totally unaware of his own scent.

And neither are the alphas in the bar, apparently, because they're circling like sharks smelling fresh blood in the water. No, that's just a little bit of slick and pheromones. Everybody's got 'em, what's the big fucking deal? Honestly.

Tonight, here in this bar, he's been touched, brushed against, and groped half a dozen times already. Is he asking for it, being here as his heat is ramping up? Maybe. But he still says no to each of them. And some take no for an answer. Some others growl at him, at each other.

Eddie is tired of this. He's just trying to have a beer, but he's surrounded by alpha bullshit this, alpha bullshit that. He's truly, and well over it by his age. He's not a young omega, hasn't been for a long fucking time, and he's definitely not in need of a savior, never has been. They're all knotheads, and while that sounds great, in theory, he remembers being young. Remembers how it was never what he actually wanted, once he got them between his thighs. Not really. He could never trust them enough to enjoy the act of submission that he's always longed for, so he learned to do without. He'd take care of himself on his own, before he'd drag home some random asshole alpha.

He wants to get held down and fucked, but not by any of these dickheads. He'll wind up bitten and bred, and no fucking thanks.

Not for the first time, he thinks if he were an alpha instead of an omega, he'd never have to put up with this.

He doesn't give a fuck, he can handle himself, he thinks, just a second before he's scruffed by the back of the neck, and he tenses just for a moment, before he goes limp in the alpha's grasp. Submitting, instantly.

Fucking godammit. He kind of hates himself for it. Maybe he can't handle it all on his own.

"You're coming home with me," the alpha commands, and Eddie's whole body melts into the alpha's voice, hand. It shouldn't work on him, it wouldn't, not usually, but it has in this instance. Jesus H. Christ.

Then he's tugged off his barstool, the alpha throwing a handful of bills on the bar, as he leads Eddie off, like he's a pup that needs to be manhandled into submission.

Maybe he's exactly that.

Maybe he wants to be.

Eddie tries to get a whiff of this alpha, to see if he even likes the smell of him, but the bar is full of alphas, and they're all mixed together in an overwhelming stench.

"What makes you think you're so goddamn special?" Eddie asks, and the alpha tightens his grip on Eddie's neck, not allowing him to move, let alone run. Not that it would matter if he did try to flee, he'd be chased, he knows he would, and easily caught, he's certain.

This alpha is bigger, stronger, and adamant. Eddie can't win against any of those things.

The alpha pushes him up against the alleyway wall, face-first, shoving his knee between Eddie's legs. Pressing upwards.

"You soaking wet for me?" he asks, close to Eddie's ear.

"I think you know the answer to that, unless your nose is busted," Eddie answers, laying his head against the filthy bricks. The knee is pressed harder, higher, and Eddie's body betrays him, releasing more slick, getting ready. Sending out a blatant invitation.

His biology, overtaking his brain.

Then the alpha spins him around, and sinks to his knees, burying his face right in Eddie's crotch, sucking in a deep breath.

It's the filthiest thing Eddie's ever experienced, and now he's even wetter than before. Throbbing with need. Want.

"It's not broken," the alpha says, and presses his face right up against him, even harder. Breathing deep and greedy.

"Do I even get a name, if you're gonna shove your nose in my crotch like a bad dog?" Eddie asks, reaching down and running his fingers through thick hair, pulling, just a little.

The alpha looks up, with big, expressive eyes.

"Alpha," he says, and Eddie glowers down at him.

"Yeah, no," Eddie snaps. "Not happening. You're not my alpha. And even if you were, I'm not into that bullshit."

He gets growled at for his trouble, and Eddie growls back. It doesn't have the bark, and definitely none of the bite, and the alpha throws his head back and laughs.

"That's cute," he finally says, and Eddie seethes.

"You're going home with me. And I'm gonna take what you desperately want me to have."

Eddie can't even argue, he's floating away at the idea. His heat finally hitting in full force, making its feelings on the situation known.

The betrayal of his own goddamn body.

He's suddenly flushed, and so fucking hot, burning up, and he needs to be out of these clothes, so he nods, and the alpha smiles, caressing his hips, before rising back up onto his feet.

"Take me home," Eddie says, and the alpha does just that.

Eddie is writhing under the alpha, flushed with desire, rolling along with his heat. Feeling drunk on it. Needing the release. Crazy with want, panting, begging, needing. Needing more. Needing everything.

Relishing the feel of the alpha's big hands pressing his wrists to the bed, holding him down, taking. And Eddie gives. Gives this alpha everything he has. All the control, all the power.

He closes his eyes and just feels. Feels his own body, feels the alpha's cock sliding in and out, feels the knot that's forming, threatening to catch and lock them together, at any minute.

And it does.

The knot catches, and the teeth sink in, biting him hard, and Eddie comes. Clenches down on the knot he's now locked to, and comes all over his own belly at the feeling of the teeth in his neck. When the alpha finally lets go, Eddie puts his hand to his neck, pressing against the wound.

"You just go around biting everyone you meet in a bar?" Eddie snaps, but he smiles.

"Only when they belong to me," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

"You think I'm your property?" Eddie asks, raising his eyebrow, a question. A challenge.

"Oh no, I'm not that stupid. I'm not new here," Steve says, nuzzling his face against Eddie's neck. Licking at the wound.

And it makes Eddie smile. Because he does belong to Steve. Has, for a very long time. And Steve belongs to him, too. Steve's definitely not new here, so he's definitely not gonna let Steve get by with just saying that. It's just not how things work in their house.

Eddie will submit, wants to, loves to, but he damn well doesn't want that commented upon like it's a goddamn given. It's his choice to make, always has been.

Even as his body makes demands.

And now that his body has finally given in, gotten what it wanted, the foggy feeling has been snatched away. Too fast. Too abrupt. It never used to be this way.

Before, he could ride the wave of his heat for hours, for days, lost. Adrift. Steve taking care of him, such good care, being inside him, day and night. Holding him down, fucking him, loving him, and keeping his omega desires beyond sated.

Because he trusts Steve. His husband. His mate. His alpha.

His body would be filled, and loved, and fucking worshipped. And he could float off into space, indefinitely, while it was happening.

And now his body is betraying him.

These days, after he comes one fucking time, it's like the dial on his heat is turned from eleven down to zero. From blaring heavy metal, to complete radio silence in an instance. No pleasant buzzing in his brain to be found anywhere, only the ringing in his ears, left behind with the sudden absence of it. Like he'd hadn't been lost in his heat, just minutes ago.

It sucks.

It'll start buzzing again later, slowly picking up for round two, probably, hopefully, but the harsh change right now threatens to drag him low.

He misses what once was.

He clutches at Steve's back.

"Watching all those alphas approaching you, thinking they had a chance," Steve says, giving the barest roll of his hips, all he can manage while they're locked together in this way. It probably hurts Steve, but he does it anyway, and Eddie moans at the tugging sensation at his opening.

It brings him back to Steve.

He's so full. So taken care of. So loved.

And has been for years, decades.

"You got jealous?" Eddie asks.

"Always," Steve says, "they don't get to touch you. Scent you. That's mine. You're all mine."

And Steve's cock must agree, because it gives another spurt, filling Eddie even further with come.

"Easy there, hot shot, you're old. You'll dehydrate yourself," Eddie says, and Steve laughs.

But then Eddie tells him, voice serious, "I'm all yours."

And Steve growls, low in his chest, possessive.

"You better not be growling at me, sweetheart," Eddie teases, and Steve rolls it over into a purr, smiling. "That's better."

He'll submit to Steve in bed any day of the week, wants to, and feels fucking amazing when he does. But he's still Eddie, and that will never change. He's an omega, but he's his own goddamn man, out of this bed.

Luckily, Steve seems to love that about him. Has always loved that about him.

Eddie thought he was a bad omega in his youth, and was sure he didn't give a fuck about any of it. Then, along came Steve.

He's not a bad omega, because he's Steve's perfect one. He's been told that enough, to believe it to be true.

Steve's knot eventually goes down, and then he slides out of Eddie. He's immediately down between Eddie's legs, fussing, "You okay?"

Eddie's okay, he's just getting old, and he can't take what he could at twenty or even thirty or forty. He's sure his days of getting heats are coming to an end any day now, as sporadic as they are anymore, and in some respects, he feels like, good fucking riddance.

In others, he'll miss it. Miss what it is, what it might mean, for them as a pair.

Steve's ruts still come like clockwork, and biology isn't fair.

Eddie worries that he might not even get to submit to Steve if there's no heady undercurrent telling him to, guiding him.

He worries he won't be as attractive, as alluring to Steve, once he's no longer throwing down the major pheromones.

"Where'd you go?" Steve asks, taking a break from running his tongue all around Eddie's opening, cleaning him up. Soothing any hurts.

"Worrying that maybe this was the last time," Eddie whispers, and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Honey," Steve says, crawling up Eddie's body, laying on top of him, heavy and protective. Giving him the feeling of security that comes in no other way, can't.

"I'm good," he tells Steve, then smiles into Steve's neck, "You're a good alpha."

And Steve purrs at the praise, at the love, and it rattles against Eddie's chest, soothing him. Making all his worries slip away. Eddie knows that's what Steve gets off on the most. Their love, their bond.

And that's going nowhere. Heat, no heat.

Nothing can change their love, their connection, and Eddie melts into the sheets, and just relaxes under Steve's body.

"Do you want me to stay on top of you?" Steve asks, and Eddie does.

"Please," Eddie answers. Wrapping his arms around Steve's middle, squeezing him tight.

Today is not tomorrow, and it's not yesterday either, and submitting to that fact means he's just gonna stay right here. In the present.

With Steve.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @subeddieweek and follow along with the fun! 🖤

Notes: This was my first foray into writing omegaverse, ever. I enjoyed the new challenge, but it quickly turned into a bit of a character study on aging without my permission, lol. I don't even know if the menopause equivalent has a counterpart in omegaverse lore. Welp, it does here, I guess.

My other fics for this challenge week:

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Six Day Seven

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beetlesandstarss · 3 months

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The second Steve steps inside, his nostrils flare, eyes widening.

Safe, a primal part of Eddie whispers.

Please God no, logical-Eddie whispers back.

“You’re in heat,” Steve echoes belatedly, face oddly blank.

(Or, while on a road trip with Steve, Eddie suddenly goes into heat.)

read: Honey, Honey (How You Thrill Me) here!

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bottomtim · 1 year

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steddie a/b/o au part 2! (part 1 here) | rated M, 2.9k words, now on ao3

Steve walks up to the door of the Munson trailer, blankets now situated in a laundry sack for easy transport, and goes to pull it open, only to find it locked.

Knocking is a courtesy that, lately, Steve only really extends when Wayne is there, but his car is nowhere to be seen. He does usually call first, and when he doesn’t, Eddie grumbles about how he needs to start locking the doors if Steve is going to barge in like he owns the place. But that’s just good natured teasing, or else Eddie would have locked the doors before today. (And do you know who shows up at your place uninvited, who you keep the doors unlocked for, who you keep that boundary open with? Pack mates.)

Steve’s mind is still so hyper focused on pack mates and what it means to be pack mates that when he goes for the door and it doesn’t budge, his mind doesn’t really comprehend it at first, thinks maybe he’s just not turning the knob far enough. But he goes to open the door again, and, nope, still won’t budge. So he knocks.

His initial knock goes unanswered, so he knocks again, harder. When there’s still no answer, Steve yells, “Ed, it’s me! I know you’re in there, open up!” And when Eddie still doesn’t answer, he decides knocking incessantly and calling Eddie’s name will get his attention eventually, will break through whatever barrier that is currently being provided by sleeping, or reading, or writing music. Steve’s about to go knock directly on Eddie’s window when he finally hears, “Jesus Christ, Harrington, shut up, I’m coming.”

When he hears the knob jiggle, Steve lifts his laundry sack of blankets into view, ready to explain to Eddie that he’s here for his scent. But when Eddie opens the door, he looks, well… Awful.

His hair is flatter and duller than normal, he’s pale but his cheeks are red, he’s looking sweaty, and Steve can see the exhaustion all over his face. Steve would’ve assumed Eddie was sick and had a fever if the smell didn’t hit him next.

“Holy shit, Munson, are you in heat? You’re in heat! Why didn’t you say anything? Oh my god.” Steve pushes Eddie back inside, and firmly shuts the door.

“Steve, why are you here?” Usually Eddie seemed pretty happy to see Steve, or, at least, not upset. But right now he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than in his living room with Steve.

“Came to get your scent for the movie night nest, but, heat scent is definitely not what we’re going for.”

“My scent? Why…?”

“For the nest? The pack nest? The one that we set up every movie night…?” Then Steve waves his hands, going back to the more pressing matter. “Why didn’t you tell us about your heat, Munson? You need nesting materials with our scents, you need, like, snacks and water, you need someone to be here for you, like holy shit, why are you here alone right now?!”

“I’m here alone because I didn’t think my uncle needed to hear me jerk off for the next three days. Don’t sweat it, Stevie, I can handle my heat just fine.”

“You don’t look like you’re handling it, you look like you’re about to keel over.” And, as if on cue, Eddie starts swaying and Steve has to steady him by the arm and lead him to the couch before he actually does keel over. Steve sets the laundry sack down and focuses his full attention on the omega in heat in front of him.

Eddie takes a deep breath, then says, tiredly, “Steve. Why are you still here?”

“Why—? Eddie, because you’re apparently in heat and you shouldn’t be alone! Why do you think we would leave you alone during your heat?”

And then the lightbulb goes off in Steve’s mind. His brain supplies the answer to his question before Eddie can.

Because the girls were—ugh—right.

Because Eddie doesn’t know he’s pack.

Eddie sighs, exasperated. “Why would you think I want you to be here for my heat?”

“Eddie,” Steve begins, hesitantly. “Why do you think I came to get your scent for the pack nest?”

“Still haven’t parsed that one out yet. Kinda too busy trying not to whip my dick out in front of you, right now.”

“Okay, um.” Shit. Shit. Steve has to approach this carefully. Asking someone to join your pack when they’re in the throes of heat isn’t ideal, but Steve can maybe use this opportunity to ease him into it gently. “How does this sound. How would you like some things that smell like… Us… for your heat nest.”

“‘Us’ being?”

“Well, the pack. At least Robin or Nancy’s, or, um. Mine.” He could probably get Eddie to agree to stuff from the kids, too, but he thinks just the 3 of them might be less overwhelming.

Eddie whimpers, probably involuntarily. “Not gonna lie, that sounds, uh. Nice.”

“Ok! Ok, good! Let’s start there. I’ll get some stuff for your nest. Do you want to lay down? You look like you need to lay down.”

Eddie nods hard, eyes glassy as Steve helps him lay down on the couch. Eddie lets out a whined, “Smell so good,” before Steve heads over to the telephone. Christ.

Nancy picks up on the third ring. He doesn’t even let her say a greeting before he goes, “You were right.”

“Of course I was.”

“We’ve got a bigger situation.”

“Okay?”

“He’s in heat.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah ‘oh.’ Uh, can you bring some stuff over? Some painkillers, snacks, he likes those gummy bears and that Earl Grey tea, and something for his nest?”

“Yes,” Nancy answers quickly, no hint of hesitancy in her voice. Nancy is a very good alpha, and whether Eddie has been officially invited into the pack or not, Steve knows she still sees him as one of hers.

“Are you sure you want stuff for his nest if he doesn’t even know he’s pack? Will he be okay with it?”

“Yep, he’s fine with it. Maybe just stick with stuff from you, me, or Robin for now.”

“Got it. Robin and I will be there in 20.”

“You don’t need to bring Robin.” Steve hears Eddie whine again from the couch. Probably the idea of having any alpha near him sounds appealing, just for the company and comfort alone. But the idea of two alphas being in Eddie’s space makes Steve nervous on his behalf. He knows neither Robin nor Nancy would ever do anything to intentionally hurt Eddie, but he’s vulnerable and could easily be overwhelmed. It took Steve a while to be okay with having the both of them around for his own heats; though it’s still usually just Robin keeping him company, Nancy will still stop by to check on him because she is, as previously stated, a very good alpha.

“Don’t worry about it. See ya soon!” She hangs up before Steve has a chance to say anything further.

Right. Okay.

Steve hangs up Eddie’s phone and turns back to see Eddie laying on the couch with his arm thrown over his eyes, taking deep controlled breaths. “How ya doin’ over there, buddy?

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” Eddie starts. “I’m trying really hard not to grind into my couch cushions right in front of you right now.”

“Right, got it.” Steve’s been there. He’s felt the uncontrollable urge to rub himself on every available surface, to put anything even vaguely phalic shaped inside of himself just to quell the incessant desire screaming at him, the quiet the little voice in his head telling him he needs to be filled. “Do you want to go to your room and take care of it?”

Eddie moves his arm to peek at Steve with a big, surprised eye when Steve realizes how that must sound. “Can’t even ask me to dinner first, Harrington?”

“By yourself, I mean!” Steve corrects, hastily. “Obviously.”

Eddie grimaces, face turning sour. “Yeah. Obviously.” The smell of hurt and disappointment hit Steve like a truck, and shit. Steve mentally asks himself why he’s being so stupid today.

“Eddie, that’s not what I mean, I just mean, that, well, y’know… We’re not… We’ve never…” Steve’s at a loss for what to say. They’ve never done anything, not really, and have never said anything. Eddie doesn’t even think he’s part of the pack. And, sure, Steve sometimes feels butterflies when Eddie sleepily scents him when they lay on the couch, or when they’re in the pack nest and Eddie chooses to sit next to him over everyone else. But that’s all that’s ever happened. Steve chooses not to look too far into it. Eddie’s never said if he would be interested in another man, or even if he’d be interested in another omega, so it’s hard to say if Steve just wants to see more than there is or if there’s really something there. So he ignores it.

Eddie sighs, still smells a bit unhappy, but says “No, I know. It’s just… Heat Brain making me sensitive. Sorry.”

“Yeah, no worries. I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

“I am tempted to, uh, go take care of it. But from what I could hear of your conversation, I should be expecting company.”

“Yeah, just Rob and Nance. They’re gonna drop some things off for you.”

Eddie lets out a choked little noise, probably trying to hold back another whine before he says, “Gotta be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever been around any alphas for my heat. Wayne’s a beta, mom was an omega, Dad was a beta, too. And I’ve never, uh, been with any alphas, either.”

“I get it, man. Nancy’s a good alpha. So is Rob. Hell, Robin spends every heat with me, just making sure I don’t, like, get dehydrated. Or die. And Nancy always checks in, too.”

“And you guys don’t… Do anything?” Eddie asks, hesitantly.

“Nah. You know about Robin. And Nancy and I tried when we were together, and it was fine, but it just… I don’t know. Wasn’t really either of our things.”

“Mine neither,” Eddie admits softly. “Not the… The alphas or the-” He’s cut off by a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it. Are you okay if they want to come in? I can just take the stuff and tell them to scram. They won’t be offended, I promise.”

Eddie turns to lay on his side and looks up at Steve with glassy eyes, contemplating. Steve can tell every fiber of his omega being wants the presence of an alpha but he’s internally debating on if he thinks he should, probably heard too many horror stories of alphas and omegas not being able control themselves around each other during a cycle.

Steve can’t help but reach out and card his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “I promise, if you want to see them, nothing will happen. I’ll make sure of it, if you’re worried. And if you don’t, that’s fine, too.”

Eddie thinks a moment longer, the girls (probably more likely Robin) are continuously knocking on the door now, much like Steve was earlier. Eddie nods and Steve gives him a reassuring smile before he gets up to answer the door.

As he approaches, he hears Robin call through the door, “You guys better not be having s-!” and she stops when Steve opens the door and flashes an overly wide smile at him. “We come bearing gifts,” she says, instead.

Robin shoves the pile of clothes and blankets she brought into Steve’s arms and makes a beeline straight for Eddie on the couch. Steve follows close on her heels– Look he knows, okay, he knows, it’s just Robin and nothing is going to happen, he doesn’t need to be protective of Eddie, but… Something about Omega-In-Heat Pheromones make it a little hard for Steve to think straight. He’s anxious. He feels an arm squeeze his shoulder and turns to see Nancy, who just deposited some grocery bags on the kitchen counter, looking up at him. “You need to relax,” she says, giving him a reassuring smile. “Deep breaths.” He can smell Nancy releasing a calming scent and it does help a little.

“Oh, Eddie,” Robin tuts, holding his fevered face in her hands. “I’m sorry you thought you had to do this alone. We should have talked about this sooner.”

Eddie groans, taking in a deep breath of alpha scent and melting into a puddle in the couch immediately. “Smell sooooo good,” he says, hazily.

“I know, buddy, I smell like a dream,” She laughs, easily. It helps Steve relax, seeing her smile, seeing her dote. He knows this is how it goes.

“Ugh, yeah,” Eddie says, openly scenting her wrist. She smiles wide up at Steve like in a Do you see this happening?! Kind of way. They can tell Eddie is losing more of his focus the more time he’s around the alphas’ scents, plus there already seemed to be another wave coming on not long after Steve got there.

“How are you feeling, Eddie?” Nancy asks. Her face is concerned and her grip on Steve’s arm is still tight, but she still smells calm as ever.

“Betterrrrr,” Eddie slurs, the word turning into a purr in the latter half.

“Good! Good. We brought stuff for your nest,” She says.

“Nest!”

“Yes. Nest. Do you want to put some stuff in your nest?”

Eddie nods, clumsily sits up. Robin and Nancy are all over him in seconds, helping him stand, leading him to his room. Steve really wishes Robin hadn’t shoved all of the nesting materials in his arms right about now.

They make it into the bedroom and Eddie plops down onto his bed, which already has Eddie’s regular blankets, both throws from the living room, and a couple of Wayne’s work shirts scattered about. Steve sets the nesting materials next to him and watches as Eddie takes his time to sniff each piece. When he gets to one of Steve’s shirts, he nearly moans and says Steve’s name, holding the fabric tight and rubbing his own scent on it, mixing their smells together. Robin gives Steve’s shoulder a not so subtle shove, a shit-eating I-told-you-so grin on her face while Nancy giggles behind her hand.

They watch as Eddie takes his time, laying out each piece–Shirts from Robin and Nancy, the blanket Steve recognizes from Robin’s room, but also a big blanket they save for pack nights. Eddie purrs when he smells that one, and Nancy leans to whisper in Steve’s ear, “I had the kids scent that one. I know… I know you said just us, but… I don’t know. Felt right.” She shrugs, eyes locked on Eddie watching him fuss with each piece.

After a while, Eddie has all the materials placed, and he looks up to Steve and the alphas, almost for approval.

Robin is the first to say, “It looks so great Eddie! So comfy! Any omega would be lucky to have a lovely nest like that.” This is what Steve loves about Robin as an alpha, as a pack member, as a person. Robin will be the first to say she talks too much, that she rambles, that she doesn’t know when to shut up, but Robin says the right things with the right tone. She knows how to comfort you, how to make you laugh, and how to knock some sense into you when you need it. When she compliments Eddie’s nest, his face lights up and he purrs again. He’s so happy, the smell fills the room.

Nancy smiles at Eddie, tells him, “It looks so comfy, Eddie. I bet you’re going to take a good nap in that nest, huh?”

Eddie flops back into the nest, rolls around a bit, then curls up into a ball like… Like a puppy… He’s so cute Steve could die. He nods to them, glassy eyes getting heavy. Steve can tell from where he’s standing Eddie’s still warm, probably gotten even warmer since he started working on the nest.

“Alright, well, you go ahead and nap, Eddie. We’re going to go,” Nancy says, turning to leave, the others following suit, when Eddie whines.

“No,” he says, pouting up at them from his nest.

“Do… You want us to come in your nest?” Robin asks.

“No,” Eddie says very adamantly.

The three of them share a look, not sure what to do. Then Nancy asks, “Do you want Steve in your nest?”

“Yessssss,” Eddie says, stretching out like a cat then reaching his hand to Steve.

Ok, it’s honestly kind of a big deal that Eddie wants Steve in his nest. Steve wouldn’t let Robin in his nest for the first cycle they spent together, and even after that, his mood on whether or not he wanted her there was fickle. Now he needs her there like he needs the water she makes him drink so he doesn’t get dehydrated, but it wasn’t an immediate thing. So Steve’s kind of shocked that Eddie wants him in his nest.

But he’s also deeply pleased, a primal part of his brain preening at being chosen.

Steve stands still frozen for a moment before Robin shoves him towards the bed (Robin again with the shoving!). He fumbles a bit, almost falling into the bed, but he catches himself on his hands, face to face with Eddie. “Are you sure he asks?”

And Eddie, hazy and warm, gives him the softest smile (really, Steve is going to die), and says, “Yes. Very.”

Robin and Nancy are waving goodbye and just like that, Steve is in Eddie Munson’s nest with a warm omega koala-gripping his front and jamming his nose into Steve’s scent gland. Steve softly laughs. It tickles.

They fall asleep smiling.

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paperbackribs · 3 months

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Clear Lungs, Full Heart

content: alpha Steve Harrington, omega Eddie Munson

Eddie wasn’t surprised to work out that Steve is an Alpha. If anyone was born to fuss and fret over the safety and well-being of a pack, it’s him.

He’d assumed as much from a distance: you don’t often get shoulders that broad or hands that big in the other secondary genders. But any awareness Eddie had of him fell away when the golden boy of Hawkins High dropped into obscurity, one day up and deciding to avoid the Tigers and the sycophants that came with them.

At the time, Eddie had shrugged. He could care less about the goings-on of one more rich, athletic asshole. Now, having survived the Upside Down, he’s learned that Steve Harrington is not only a good dude, but he is the tank, the protector, the sword and shield that guards the kids in their fellowship of heroes and has helped save the world on more than one occasion.

Could an omega be blamed for feeling a little stirred in the face of all that?

And it’s a good face too, Eddie mulls, watching the afternoon light pour lovingly over Steve’s strong features. Having found a mutual appreciation for Steve Martin, the two of them are about to watch The Three Amigos in Steve's lounge. Eddie is enjoying a pre-film smoke outside before they begin while Steve keeps him company.

He taps the cigarette in his hand, ashing it to the cement below as he watches Steve shift and drum his fingers restlessly. Steve paces to the edge of the pool, looking down at the building foliage on the surface and clicks his tongue. “I should’ve cleaned this weekend.” He glances up at Eddie but looks away almost immediately.

Eddie exhales a plume of smoke, pursing his lips as Steve walks to the kitchen door before pacing back again. Shoving his hands into the back pockets of his blue jeans, Steve stares resolutely at the woods that abut his backyard.

That is until Eddie inhales and exhales smoke once more, which is when he twitches. Swaying to his side like he’s about to lean into Eddie before abruptly straightening again.

All of this Eddie watches with a vague sense of entertainment. Steve’s as jittery as if he’s got ants in his pants, but his lips are pressed tightly together. “All right,” Eddie says finally before Steve loses it, “What’s going on with you?”

He taps the building ash and Steve glances over before swiftly turning back to the woods. “It’s stupid,” he mutters even as a light blush forms on the high of his cheeks.

Eddie grins, his curiosity only ratcheting at the betraying flush of blood under thin skin. “Oh, now I have to know, Stevie.” He holds his hands behind his back while leaning forward in a coy manner, “What’s got you all riled up?”

A thrill of excitement sparks through him as Steve’s eyes flicker over his lips like he can’t help but stare, but he only sighs and looks away to the woods. “It’s nothing. Just Robin getting in my head about health stuff.”

Eddie straightens abruptly, throwing his cigarette away to latch a hand onto Steve’s arm. All playfulness dying at the idea that Steve is unwell. “Are you okay?”

Catching his expression, Steve’s face softens and he places his hand over Eddie’s, gently squeezing it in gratitude. “Nothing like that. It’s about you.”

Eddie’s mind stutters: is he sick and no one told him? It’s only when Steve snorts that he realises that he accidentally said that out loud. “No,” Steve repeats, gaze flickering to the curl of smoke rising above the still-lit cigarette at their feet. “It’s just,” the red across his cheeks deepen and he looks away before finally blowing out a breath to say in a rush, “They’rebadforthepups.”

Eddie wiggles his finger in his ear, sure that he’d misheard the jumble of words, “Say again.”

Steve raises one hand over his eyes, hiding behind it as he repeats more slowly, “They’re bad for the pups. Smoking, that is. Cigarettes can cause cleft palates and make them weaker in the womb. That’s what Robin says anyway, but I tend to trust her about these things.

“Steve,” Eddie says slowly, “I’m not pregnant.”

“I know,” Steve says with gritted teeth, still hiding behind his hand and refusing to look up.

“I’m not even seeing anyone.”

Steve hums a noise that makes it clear he knows how ridiculous he sounds right now, but Eddie’s still confused because, if he’s not even pregnancy adjacent, why would Steve care? “Do you know anyone else that’s become pregnant recently?” He ventures, trying to unravel this mystery.

“Nope,” Steve’s voice is high and strained with cheeks a glowing crimson to rival the burning cherry at their feet. Eddie sniffs the air surreptitiously while Steve’s not looking, opening his mouth slightly to allow any nuances to filter in.

His tastebuds are subtly coated in the green, earthy aroma of freshly cut grass on a summer’s day, filling Eddie with the familiar sensation of safe and happy. But other than a general sense of identity there is very little for Eddie to tease out, no great sense of emotion or purpose within the invisible indicators inherent to all alphas, omegas and even, to a lesser extent, betas.

As he often does and despite his awkwardness, Steve is keeping a tight rein on his pheromones, leaving Eddie with no clues but for what he can see and hear.

“But you’re concerned about my imaginary pups being hurt by my real smoking habits?”

Steve huffs a short laugh at Eddie’s description and he must have decided to own his embarrassment because he drops his hand and adopts a wry expression. “Yes, which is why it’s stupid of me to be worried, and also pretty fucking rude since it’d be none of my business anyway.”

Watching Steve’s eyes dip to Eddie’s waist only to quickly flit away like he doesn’t want to be caught, Eddie starts to form a suspicion. A little niggle that has hope stuttering in his chest. He stops closer again, tilting his head so that his scent freely wafts through the air, the crisp and clean smell of fresh rainfall teases at the edge of Steve’s earthy soil.

Blinking in surprise, Steve’s nostrils reflexively flare, and his hooded eyes drop to the slim column of Eddie’s neck, a heavy, flickering flame steadily building in their depths.

“Steve,” Eddie breathes, letting his breath caress across his lips, licking his own, and watching Steve’s pupils expand. “Yeah, Eddie,” his voice is full of gravel.

“Would you perhaps be concerned because you keep imagining a possibility…”

Steve’s lashes flutter and he draws a steadying breath, mouth parting like he’s testing the air around them. Eddie wonders what exactly Steve smells, thinking that perhaps freshly fallen rain is blooming into thickening clouds, a coming tempest fuelled by anticipation.

“…Maybe even that you might want to be the reason why I’d have pups to protect.”

Steve exhales in a shudder, one large hand reaching out to grip Eddie’s hip as if to keep him from running. He leans in close, drawing the edge of his nose over Eddie’s cheekbone, down to his neck and nuzzling under his hair. Eddie’s breath catches, the hunger that had started low in his belly rising to a heated simmer. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” Steve growls against his skin.

He presses forward and Eddie gasps, hands flying up to spear through Steve’s hair as he licks a firm wet stripe against his scent gland. Steve sets his mouth over it and suckles, leaving Eddie a moaning mess with the decadent pleasure rippling through him.

Steve draws back, expression almost feral while drawing Eddie’s hips closer, pressing him against his burgeoning length, “Eddie, tell me if this is dumb, tell me that I’m out of my mind—”

The keen bewitchment on Steve’s face has delight popping through Eddie’s chest like fizzy soda and confidence begins to steadily fill him; Steve finally wants him back and Eddie is going to seize the chance while he can. “I think,” Eddie interrupts playfully, pressing little kisses against his jaw before completing his sentence, “That we’re going to come back to that kink you’ve got knocking up around there, but for now…”

“For now…” Steve asks hopefully, voice wreaked, and Eddie takes him by the hand, drawing him through the door, into the kitchen, and hopefully further. “For now,” he answers, “I think we should be doing some practising.”

Steve laughs, a loud open sound of joy and he scoops Eddie up before he rounds the kitchen island, propping Eddie on the counter and tilting his head up to take his lips once more, a collision of passion that he obviously savours by the low rumble sounding at the back of his throat. The noise is almost a deep purr unlike any Eddie has heard before and he draws back, nibbling on Steve’s silky lip before teasing, “You keep that up and I’ll think you’re putting on a mating display.”

If he weren’t so close, Eddie may have missed the flicker of alarm that crossed Steve’s face at his words, but he does see it and it cools his ardour somewhat.

Alphas purr, it’s what they do. Sometimes to convey pleasure or contentment, for pack bonding and sometimes in healing, and, at the exclusive end of the spectrum, as a display to attract mates. He’d thought that Steve’s worrying about second-hand smoke had to do with some sex thing, a pregnancy kink that Eddie managed to trigger somehow. But by the reserved expression that briefly crosses his face, Eddie wonders whether he’s underestimated the situation.

Nevertheless, Steve tries to shrug off his brief, faltering moment by smiling slyly and falling back onto old alpha stereotypes, “We’re always throwing our weight around one way or another, right.” Chuckling like Eddie’s in on the joke he presses forward, but Eddie draws back, placing a finger over Steve’s now pouting lips.

Because, yeah, knotheads like to throw their growls and roars and other vocalisations around, just as easily as pushing out their pheromones to mark their territory. Or, Eddie wryly acknowledges, what they usually think is their territory, but Steve is very different.

From the moment Eddie had fallen into the unfortunate adventure that had been Spring Break, all the way through his recovery from the demo-bat injuries and even now as a member of the found family that is this pack, Steve has always been very careful about how he presents around them all.

He’ll scent the kids for protection, just a casual tussle of the hair or with a friendly headlock, and he’ll scent Robin in an extension of the deep bond of siblings, but otherwise, he keeps his hands and pheromones to himself. The closest Eddie’s ever heard to a hierarchical growl from the guy was after Lucas jumped from the trees into the pool, missing the concrete edge by an inch and turning Steve livid at the risk he’d taken.

And with Eddie, he’s been the most careful of all.

Eddie had taken his distance to mean that Steve was uninterested in him, as an omega at least. He’d taken his friendly overtures and what has become a treasured friendship as a signal that Steve wants Eddie as a buddy but nothing more. Yet the hard grip Steve has on his hips and the heat in his eyes tell Eddie two very different things.

“What was Robin saying that got you thinking about all this?” He asks, knowing that Steve can be stubborn and that the best way to get into his head at times is through a roundabout route.

Correctly reading that Eddie won’t be diverted from his tangent, Steve sighs, tipping back with a resigned expression; although he keeps his hands still wrapped around Eddie’s hips, a tentative connection lingering in the press of his fingertips.

“She doesn’t like that I still smoke when she’s not around,” he begins, “And you never really think that’s it’s going to happen to you…” He nods at Eddie’s guess. “Cancer?”

“Yeah, so she changed tactics and started listing the infections and asthma risks the kids could get from second-hand smoke.” Eddie hums in encouragement, “Sounds good so far.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “She didn’t think the excuse that I won’t smoke around them is good enough so she decided to list all the ways it could hurt someone else, someone that I care for,” his voice trails off and Eddie’s heart thumps, one long hard pulse that he’s surprised doesn’t create a hole in his chest from the vigour of its movement.

He’s sure that shock must be writ large across his face because wanting a good time with your buddy Eddie is very different from what Steve is hinting at, but Steve doesn’t see his expression because he screws up his face, looking over Eddie’s shoulder as he admits, “Robin may or may not know that I’ve had a thing for you for a while now and she may or may not have used that as a means to convince me to avoid smoking from now on.”

“A thing?” Eddie asks cautiously, not wanting to break the moment with clumsy words, wishing instead that he could simply open his scent fully to Steve and allow him to smell just how keenly Eddie wants him back.

Has wanted him ever since Steve looked at him with comforting eyes in the boathouse while Eddie was emotionally and physically strung-out from watching Chrissy’s gruesome death, convinced that Hawkins PD would sooner shoot him dead than take him in for questioning.

Steve’s steadying presence and calm voice, extended for the trembling omega next to him, had caused a riot of emotions that took Eddie months to unpack.

But Steve’s avoiding his gaze now and has tightly drawn in the sweet scent that had just started to unfold into a rich earthy deepness. So Eddie tamps down on his urge to lay himself bare, unsure of why Steve looks so uncertain and sad when surely expressing his feelings to someone who had jumped into his arms at the first hint of reciprocation can only be a good thing.

Shoulders slumping a little, Steve sighs. “Never mind,” he mutters, “She just got in my head a little.”

Eddie’s heart starts again, but this time in trepidation; he can feel something precious slipping through his fingers, and he won’t allow it. Can’t. He takes his courage in his hands and ventures forward, careful again, “I would like that — if you had a thing for me.

Steve startles, “You would?”

Heartbreak dampens the rain and Eddie reaches out, spearing his fingers through Steve’s locks comfortingly. “Yeah, baby. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t have much to offer a pack, Eddie.” Steve meets his gaze, eyes sad and resigned. “Didn’t get into my safety schools, working a minimum wage job. I’m not exactly the alpha dreams are made of.”

Eddie slides his palm down to lightly shake Steve by the ruff, hoping that he knocks some sense into his head at the same time. “Do I look like the type of omega that wants to stay at home, treated as precious glass?”

“I don’t know,” Steve tries to joke, “You’re pretty impossible to budge first thing on a Saturday morning.”

“That’s because it’s a precious and holy time of the week, sweetheart.” Eddie bops him on the nose and Steve squints at him in miffed betrayal. “You know what I want in an alpha?”

“What?” Steve asks, hope and caution warring across his face.

“I want an alpha that cares. One that looks after a scared omega on the run who he barely knows, an alpha that chases after the little shitheads we call pack because he wants them to have a carefree childhood despite the Upside Down.” Steve’s face softens like hard soil after a summer rain, and Eddie continues, “I want an alpha who may or may not have a pregnancy kink—”

Steve snorts, eyes filling with begrudging amusement.

“—but is going to quit smoking because he doesn’t even want the possibility of asthma or cleft palates or whatever else it was that Robin said near the people he cares about.”

“He sounds like a pretty good alpha,” Steve murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss against Eddie’s lips.

Drawing back by only an inch, Eddie softly strokes his thumb across Steve’s cheek, sure that his eyes are shining with the love that he hasn’t named yet even as it sits strongly in his heart, “He is. And if he would like this to be something beyond just a good time, something greater for the both of us, then I can tell him that there’s an omega that has more than a thing for him.”

Steve’s breath catches, eyes blinking in hopeful shock, “More?”

Eddie smiles, “Much more.”

Steve’s hand slides up from Eddie’s hip, caressing him in one long stroke from his tailbone to the nape of his neck where he loosely clasps him, pulling him down to close the gap between. Eddie hums and loses himself in the kiss, sweet rain falling on welcoming earth to create a space rich with possibilities, unfolding into a beautiful future.

Steve licks his lips before asking with a wry smile, “But, uh, about the cigarettes…”

Eddie laughs, head tipping back before he exuberantly clasps Steve’s head between his palms, pressing honeyed kisses against this adorable man. “Robin is a very smart woman.”

“A genius,” Steve agrees slyly.

“And what do we do with geniuses in this pack?”

“We follow them.”

“Exactly,” Eddie happily hangs his arms over Steve’s shoulders. “No more smoking,” he promises, feeling summer-sun bright with the new world now open to him.

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whataboutthefish · 7 months

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It's a lonely world when everyone knows your name

Author - @whataboutthefish | Artist - @hawkinsleather and on Twitter

Posting on 23rd October - for @steddiebang

Summary

Steve Harrington had a nemesis, Eddie ‘The Face’ Munson. The only thing was, Eddie didn't know. Eddie Munson was the face of the decade and fashion’s darling, but his hard partying ways and lack of (what Steve perceived) professionalism had Steve seething. When Steve was paired with Eddie for a photo shoot he was already anticipating hating the whole ordeal. What he didn't expect was Eddie being more than just his persona.

Hottest Alpha Model Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington just might be wrong about Omega Supermodel Eddie ‘The Face’ Munson.

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“Jesus, would you look at the muscles on this one,” Eddie said, one of his entourage hanging off his shoulder and laughing like he just said the funniest thing in the world. Steve just rolled his eyes, “How about you concentrate on getting ready to work and leave me to my business,” It was a little harsh, even to Steve’s ears and he did his best not to cringe, but Eddie didn’t even bat an eye. “No problem, darling, be with you in two shakes of a lamb's tail.” Steve looked up with a forced smile on his face about to thank Eddie before the omega grinned, “No need to get your knickers in a twist.” shooting Steve a wink before he flounced off to hair and makeup. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes were left in his wake, Steve noted the results of a long night were written all over the omega’s face. There were dark circles under his eyes, old makeup and a fine dusting of white powder around his nostrils. Steve hated Eddie. He was everything Steve wasn’t. Where Steve looked after his body like it was a temple, Eddie worked hard and played harder, seeming to have no care for the vessel that made him all his money. Steve worked out every day, watched what he ate and was careful to always have an even tan, he kept his hair healthy so that it shone under lights. With how often Steve saw Eddie in the tabloids stumbling out of clubs as the sun was coming up, he was sure the omega didn’t know the meaning of a healthy lifestyle. What made it even worse, just as Steve was having his chest powdered and contoured, Eddie breezed onto set in a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. Steve’s robe hung off his shoulders and made him feel entirely overdressed. Even barefoot Eddie walked with a grace that made it look like he floated through the world. Eddie’s pale skin was littered with tattoos, another thing Steve hated, the industry never liked tattoos but Eddie, he could tattoo his face and the industry would go mad for it. He was slim, but oh so omega in all the places that mattered, there was a slight swell over his hips, a small belly that looked so soft that even Steve wanted to reach out and stroke a hand over it. Eddie was undeniably male and omega, the perfect mix that, if he’d been anyone else Steve would have already fallen head over heels for. Eddie cleared his throat, the slightest hint of a blush showed down his throat. Steve hadn’t realised he’d been staring but as he looked around it was clear everyone else had. “Oh good, for a moment there I thought you were going to eat me,” Eddie said, biting his bottom lip as he grinned.

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steddieunderdogfics · 2 months

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for the omegaverse theme weekend, i am recommending:

Keep You Always by novemberthorne 💕💕💕

Keep You Always by novemberthorne

@novemberthorne

Rating: Explicit

43,870 words, 5/5 chapters

Archive Warning:

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Steve Harrington, studding, Intersex Omegas, Intersex Alphas, Gender Dysphoria, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Marathon Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Light Dom/sub, Sub Steve Harrington, Sub Top Steve Harrington, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Switching, First Time Topping, we go wild with the dynamics in this one, it's a fun mix between exploring gender roles vs shameless filthy smut, Size Kink, Tag Explanations Inside, after all the sex tags i feel the need to emphasize, Romance, they're disgustingly in love and it's so soft, gender euphoria, jdjhdf i forgot to add, Bottom Eddie Munson, is service dom bottom a thing

Summary:

"God, I'm so lucky. Are you still gonna let me take care of you as an alpha, baby?" He emphasizes the question by squeezing Steve's waist. Steve just giggles. "Of course. Told you. Like to feel kept." And oh, he knows that tone. He knows the sound, he knows the taste of it, because it's what he usually licks out of Steve's mouth when he's soaring. When Eddie's treated him so good he's gone a little loopy from it. It's his favorite thing. "Good, because I like keeping you."

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 24 days

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Whatever you want it to be - ch 1

(My @subeddieweek fic)

Read it on AO3

“-do you reckon we should do with you?” Carver's voice floats back to him. His smile is sharp and dangerous like his scent. “Just leave you here for the janitor to find? Bet that old perv wouldn't say no to a little snack. Heck, the way things are going, you’ll probably be begging for it by the time he finds you.” He leans down, voice a conspirational mock-whisper, breath hot and wet on Eddie’s face. “Maybe that’s just what you need, huh? Maybe that’d finally teach you some manners, make you behave more like a proper omega? A good knotting? An alpha or three stuffing you full of their-”

Eddie headbutts him.

Tagging some ppl who expressed interest: @somegirlsomewhere @mugloversonly @siobhanhawthorne @thefreakandthehair @steddieas-shegoes @starryeyedjanai @pearynice @eyesofshinigami @cheddartreets @steddieonbigboy @little-birch-boy @sidekick-hero

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stevieschrodinger · 3 months

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I don't know, ficlet AU sort of thing.

Alpha Steve has a YouTube channel that, kind of, started by accident. Steve is not the most confident reader, like, at all. The words get kind of muddled and he got into a habit of just sort of trying to rush it, figuring he was going to mess it up anyway, so get it over with, right? And then he just sort of stops reading, even though he enjoyed it, because he couldn't get his brain to slow down and the muddling got worse and...yeah.

So one day, his platonic soul mate bestie suggests he read out loud. To someone. If he reads every word out one at a time, knowing it has to be clear enough for the other person to follow, that'll slow him down.

So, he tries it, but only for Robin. And it sort of works, kind of, and then she hits on him using something so he can only see the line he's reading, like a bit of card with a letterbox cut in it, and...Steve is on fire.

The words don't get muddled up so much, and his reading is slow and even, and he needs to read to someone, and Robin can't always be there. It becomes his own pet project, he reads out little bits of books he likes, parts of articles he has enjoyed, poems, whatever, and starts his own little you tube that has like, five followers, and they're all people he knows.

And then suddenly, almost overnight, Steve finds himself with four thousand followers. A very large portion of them are very clearly Omega, from the comments, and Steve suddenly finds himself with a lot of fans who are using his videos for white noise. He's literally reading thousands of Omegas off to sleep.

Which is...nice. Steve likes it. The hits and followers on his videos seem to settle down after a couple of weeks, and then, after having so many comments about how settling Steve's voice is, how the Alpha is relaxing and safe. Steve thinks fuck it.

As a test, he makes a ten minute video directly for that audience. He builds a nest, films it POV. He films the view of someone walking through the bedroom door, of what they would see as they climb into the nest, then resting the camera on his own chest.

Then he starts talking. Tells the omega how perfect they are, how much he cares for them, wants to protect, keep safe. How soft they are as he pets them, how warm and cosy they are in their nest. How snuggles with the omega are Steve's favourite thing.

He deliberately keeps everything as vague and gender neutral as he can. The video fucking explodes. Goes viral. Millions of hits, thousands and thousands of followers. Robin and the kids think it's hilarious, and encourage him to keep going, claiming he's doing a public service.

Hundreds of copycats spring up, but no one pulls it off quite like Steve.

He knows there are Omega out there getting off to his videos, despite there being absolutely nothing sexual about them, but Steve figures, whatever makes people happy.

He gets so many positive comments, omega telling him how much comfort he brings them. He has some regular commenters that he gets to know, too, which is nice. Sometimes he even takes requests, small things, the colour of his shirt, the time of day he shoots his videos, certain words and phrases.

One supportive commenter always stands out though : EdDio86. Steve's pretty sure he's male omega, and he's always so grateful when Steve posts a new video. The guy clearly has a lot of trouble sleeping, and apparently Steve really helps. They have a little back and forth in the comments, learning little bits about one another. Steve likes this omega.

Steve also gets the impression the omega is sorely lacking any comfort in his life. Considering the length of his comments, the guy never asks for anything.

Until he does.

At the end of a comment, always ever so politely thanking Steve, EdDio86 admits he's 'in a bit of a pickle' and could Steve, please, do a video where 'the omega' is with pup? Could Steve tell the omega that the pup is fine, and healthy, and that the omega is doing good and the pup is okay and everything will be okay...but cool if not. Bit of a weird request, I know, sorry to be a bother.

And Steve suddenly doesn't give a shit about the consequences of just,,,dropping his personal email out into the world like that, because he wants to tell this guy these things personally.

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maithefluffychicken · 10 months

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Accidental Butt

Omegaverse au, alpha Steve Harrington, omega Eddie Munson.

The first rut is alway the hardest one.

Not that the sweet pup, Steve Harrington, with his tender age of twelve knows that. In school he has learnt that alphas go through ruts, meanwhile omegas go through heats, and that somehow that leads them to have their own pups some day. If he remembers correctly, the first mating cycle, the one that determines the secondary gender of the pup, it’s also important because it determines what kind of attitude the pup will develop as an adult alpha or omega.

Steve doesn’t realize that he’s going through this. His mom woke him up that morning and kissed his forehead, and frowned.

“Sweetie, are you feeling sick?” His mom asked then, Steve shook his head, even if he was feeling dizzy and clammy. “You smell different, stronger than usual, dear.”

Steve thinks he had realized that, too. He’s not used to this new scent of his, it was hard at first, he noticed a few days ago. As a pup, Steve’s scent was soft, milky like, with the tones of his mom’s flowery scent whenever she scented him. Now, it’s different. No more soft, puppy milk scent, but something more like his father’s scent: earthy, moss after rain, with a hint of smoke. It makes Steve’s head floaty, overwhelmed.

His mom, Mrs Harrington, watched him eat his breakfast with a concerned look in her pretty hazel eyes. The thermometer said the pup was fever free, but his cheeks were flushed and his eyes glassy.

“Why don’t you stay at home today, sweetie?” Mrs Harrington offered again, her voice low and worried. “You can play with your toys, or we can watch a movie…”

“I want to go to school, mom,” Steve sighed. He already felt like the walls of their home were too constricting, the huge kitchen seemed too small, and the pup wanted to kick his legs, to run, whatever.

“Let him go to school, honey,” his father, Mr Harrington, smiled knowingly, appearing in the kitchen and kissing the top of Steve’s head before kissing his wife on her lips. “Today is going to be a great day, right, pup?”

Steve simply nodded, having another pancake and some more slices of bacon, feeling ravenous still.

“But he’s going through his-”

“He’ll be fine, dear, he’s a Harrington!” The proud smile on his father’s face made Steve feel a bit more confident. “He already smells like a young, strong man, doesn’t you, son? Don’t you feel like the world is yours?”

To be honest, he’s been feeling full of energy for days now. Invincible even, depending on the day. He nodded again to his father, smiling softly, and Mr Harrington smiled at him,showing his white teeth and his fangs.

With a frown and a small talk with Steve’s teacher, Mrs Harrington finally left him at school, to her dismay.

And everything went down from there.

Steve is sitting by himself during lunch, moping alone because his friend Eddie is sitting with some other pups playing a board game Steve tried once but he didn't enjoy it. Sure, Eddie told him that it was ok, that Steve could enjoy sports and Eddie himself could enjoy board games and that they'll still be friends.

But now Eddie is having fun with some other pups, even if he asked Steve. Even if Eddie is still stealing glances, aimed where Steve is sitting, smiling at him.

It's kind of silly, Steve knows, but he really thinks his best friend Eddie has a pretty smile. He never realized before, but Eddie is kind of pretty himself. Steve doesn't know what makes someone pretty but he looks at his other friends and they're not quite like Eddie.

Tommy H has freckles, but his eyes are cold. Carol, well, she has nice hair and bright eyes and Tommy H thinks she's very pretty, but Steve thinks she's too mean to be pretty.

Steve knows Jonathan Byers said once that Nancy Wheeler was the prettiest pup. With her curly hair and big eyes.

Eddie has curly hair too, it frames his face nicely, and it's brown. His eyes are bigger than Nancy's, they make Steve think about dark chocolate coins.

Steve thinks Eddie is the prettiest pup, but he never says that out loud. He feels like Eddie will treat him weird if he ever dares to say something like that. Eddie claims that he's not a good pup, that he's trash, and that he's not pretty or handsome. So Steve keeps those thoughts for himself and watches Eddie.

That's it, until Tommy H and Carol appear and sit by his side with their respective lunches and very incisive comments about everyone, including Eddie Munson.

“I see your bestie is ignoring you again, Harrington,” Tommy H points, far too cruelly for Steve’s taste. “He found new friends and left you all alone.”

“Steve Harrington, sad little pup,” Carol singsongs then.

“We can be friends and not be together all the time,” Steve replies, gritting his teeth that, for some reason, are aching now. As if his fangs wanted to grow, or worse, as if he needed to bite.

Add that to the fact that he’s still feeling dizzy and hot all over, his body covered in cold sweat, and how much he misses Eddie now.

“Munson is not like… He’s not like Tommy or like yourself, he’s…” Carol prods, her thin lips tugging upwards in a mean smile.

“He’s what?”

“You mean, beside being a freak, a weirdo, a creep, and a trailer park trash pup?” Tommy H provides and Steve growls at him, his muscles tensing, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“I’ve heard that sometimes, Munson smells like… flowery, and you know what that means.”

Steve frowns. Flowery and fruity scents are more common between omegas, and yes, he has noticed that in Eddie: he smells like wild flowers most of the time, sometimes, when they’re alone and Eddie is feeling happy and open, he smells like ripe blackberries. Steve craves his best friend’s scent right now.

“That’s why we all call him The Freak, Steve,” Tommy says. “He’s a- He’s a boy, and yet he smells like an omega, Steve.”

Tommy H looks at him as if Steve were stupid.

“And what about it?” Steve snarls, slowly losing himself.

“Boys can’t be omegas, Harrington,” Carol laughs. “That’s so weird, and like, unnatural.”

“You can’t be his friend if he actually presents as an omega, Steve, that’d be wrong.”

“I don’t care about that!” Steve growls, his voice deeper than ever. “I don’t care if he’s an omega! We’re friends!”

Tommy H’s face changes, his cold, rat-like eyes narrowing and his smirk widening to a full grin.

“Your friend is a monster, maybe you’re a monster too, another creep-”

It all happens fast. Too fast than Steve isn’t sure how it really happens. Steve knows that he needs to stop Tommy H to keep talking, and the only thing that Steve thinks might shut up the pup is to punch him in his stupid, grinning face.

Of course, the pup attacks and Tommy H stops talking, his hands nursing his face and crying while Carol starts screaming and yelling for help. Steve feels like his whole body is scorching hot, his head still dizzy and his new scent, angry, reeking of burning woods, is again overwhelming him.

When Steve comes back to himself, he’s waiting outside the principal’s office, his parents are inside, probably discussing his punishment with principal Johnson and professor Clarke. Steve is hugging a black and red lumberjack shirt that doesn’t belong to him; he has it mashed against his face, inhaling deeply the familiar and comforting scent of wild flowers and blackberries.

He wishes he remembers when Eddie gave it to him.

The principal and professor Clarke have a small talk with him, with Mr and Mrs Harrington there too. He wouldn’t be punished, even if he attacked Tommy H and sent him to the nursery with a black eye, but he’ll have to spend a few days at home, with the promise that he’ll learn how to control himself during his ruts.

His first rut happened to him at school, in front of everyone. Eddie probably saw him if the pup somehow managed to sneak him his shirt with his scent. His first rut is happening right now, while his parents are driving him home, and he’s frowning, his eyes stinging with tears.

Everyone saw him go nuts and they all will know why. Everyone saw him leaving the school with his parents.

Steve thinks he won the right to say the F word, or at least, to think it.

Fuck.

“The first rut is always the hardest one, pup,” his mom tries to comfort him in the car. “No one is mad at you, these things happen, this simply means that you’re an alpha.”

“Of course no one is mad!” Mr Harrington exclaims, too happy to even try to hide it even if Steve punched another pup hours ago. “And don’t call him pup, dear, he’s now a man! An alpha! I’m so proud of you, son, you punched that Hagan pup, huh? What was he doing? I bet he was bragging about some stupid shit, just like his father.”

“Honey,” Steve’s mom puts her dainty hand over her husband’s arm, warning him.

“It’s all good, dove, it’s like alphas do, and our son is an alpha, a fierce one!” He says while parking the car. “Once your rut is done, Steve, we’ll go to celebrate your presentation and we’ll talk about your bright future.”

Steve doesn’t really feel like celebrating, but he nods and he lets himself be guided by his mom to take a bath that smell like lavender, and after thirty minutes of soaking in warm water, his mother helps him to his bed, with his summer pajamas on, unable to stand the flannel, winter one, even if it’s freezing outside.

“Your father is very proud of you, sweetie,” she says softly, caressing his son’s hair. “But you know, being an alpha is so much more than getting into fights.”

Steve nods while his mom covers him with the duvet. She simply sighs, a soft smile in her painted lips, and kisses his forehead.

“I know you’re tired and angry right now, Steve, sweetie, but I need you to understand one thing first,” his mom says, and Steve looks at her, confused and intrigued, while she stands up and grabs a notebook and a pen from his desktop.

She sits by his side on the bed again, and hands Steve the notebook and the pen.

“Tell me, what is great and divine and protects us all? Who is always looking for us from Above?” She asks her pup.

Steve feels hazy and he has a pounding headache, his whole body hurts, but this seems important. Steve frowns before answering, with a shaky voice, “God?”

“Exactly, write it down in your notebook, sweetie.”

Steve does as he’s told and writes G O D in his awful childish lettering.

“Good. Now write it backwards, please,” his mom tells him now, and he does.

“It says Dog!” Steve exclaims, excited even if he still feels terrible. It’s like a magic trick.

“Yes, my love, it says dog, and it shows the two faces of an alpha,” his mom explains to him. “An alpha can be good and kind and a protector. Or it can be a dog, a bad one, someone selfish and aggressive that never cares about anyone else other than himself. You must choose which one you want to be.”

Steve looks at her with his droopy hazel eyes, worrying his lower lip, thinking about what happened earlier at school.

“I- Tommy H was insulting Eddie, he was telling me that Eddie is going to present as an omega and that it’s weird and creepy, he called Eddie monster, and that’s what got me upset,” Steve says in a rush, fisting his hands at his sides and feeling that need to punch something again at the thought of Tommy being mean to Eddie.

“Oh, sweetheart, is that what happened?” His mom asks, concerned and wrinkling her nose at Steve’s burning wood scent. “I’m starting to think that Tommy H maybe deserved that punch, but still, you must learn how to control yourself, you can’t fight all the bad people.”

“Dad thinks I punched him just because I’m an alpha now, right?” Steve asks, lowering his head.

“Yes, love, I’m afraid so.”

“Can this be our secret, then? That I wanted to protect Eddie?” Steve asks, shivering, and his mother kisses his forehead one more time.

“If that’s what you want for now, sweetie, I won’t tell him,” she promises. “Now, try to sleep, dearheart, I’ll bring you dinner later.”

Steve’s first rut takes three whole days, leaving him exhausted and ravenous and confused. He almost destroys his own bedroom, not knowing what his body is craving, not knowing how to calm himself, crying himself to sleep and sweating, with Eddie’s shirt as the only thing that brings him comfort.

On the fourth day, when he’s already himself again, devouring everything his mom is cooking him for a late breakfast, his father enters the kitchen with the newspaper crumpled in his fist and a grin on his face.

“My son,” he announces, proudly. “I know the way for you to learn to control your newfound alpha impulses!”

“Boxing?!” Eddie asks, incredulous, later that day.

They both are hanging out together again now that Steve’s rut is over, sitting in the swings of the park. The cold air of the sunset makes them shiver in their coats, their cheeks apple red thanks to the wind.

“Yeah,” Steve shrugs.

“But you’re already doing all the sports at school,” Eddie points. “Isn’t that alpha enough for your pops?”

“Dunno, it’s different,” Steve argues, his fingers tracing the chains of the swing.

“Yeah, you’ll receive all the punches in your pretty face now,” Eddie says, angry, his scent turning rotten and making Steve wrinkle his nose.

Steve ignores the way the word pretty aimed at him makes him feel, ignores the way his own heart aches to call Eddie pretty, too.

“I’ll learn so I won’t receive all the punches, you know,” he retorts. “I’ll throw some nice hooks, too, I think.”

“Yeah? Why this sudden need to punch people now, Stevie?” Eddie asks, looking at Steve as if his friend has grown a second head during his rut. “Is this some alpha shit? Fuck, will I become a jock too when I present as an alpha?”

Steve looks at Eddie, heartbroken. He wants to tell Eddie that the main reason he accepted his father’s idea to join the boxing club is so he’ll be able to defend Eddie in the future. He wants to tell his best friend that he wants to be a protective alpha, for him. Steve really wants to tell Eddie the rumors about him, about his flowery scent, that maybe he’ll present as an omega and that Steve doesn’t care about it at all.

Steve wants to tell Eddie that his shirt, his scent, was the only thing that comforted him during his stupid first rut.

Of course, Steve doesn’t tell any of this to Eddie.

“Yeah, I guess that’s it,” Steve shrugs again, feeling lost and terrified about the future.

“Ok then, knothead,” Eddie grins at him. “I’m sure you love boxing, you’re already great at sports, this is going to be easy peasy for you.”

Steve smiles at him again, and when they both start swinging, it’s easy to ignore all the worries about being an alpha or about boxing or about his father’s expectations. It’s always easy when Eddie is right there with him, daring him to go higher and higher, laughing when they both fall from the swing.

It hurts, their knees are probably bleeding, but they’re pups and they’re enjoying the Saturday evening before they have to run home on their bikes to have dinner.

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v3lv3tf0x · 3 months

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Slipped Through My Fingers Pt. 1

~Steddie A/B/O no Upside-Down AU~

⚠️ Trigger warnings⚠️ kidnapping, non-consensual medical exam, violence

This is gonna be a very dark fic with mostly angst, don't interact/read if it's not your cup of tea.

Steve and Eddie weren't close. Not in the beginning. In fact, Steve would say he hated Eddie. Not for any specific reason.

Eddie would say the opposite. He liked Steve. He liked that Steve had never bullied him. He didn't appreciate him not doing anything to stop his friends from bullying Eddie, but he was glad the alpha didn't beat him up.

The more they hung out, though, the less Steve hated Eddie and the more Eddie liked Steve. He never commented on how Eddie had yet to present despite being nineteen, didn't call him a freak. They drank together, smoked together. And when they started hanging out without the kids, nobody really said anything. It was nice.

Steve noticed the signs first. Eddie’s irritability, hunger, and seemingly constant sweating.

“Are you sure you don't need me to stay?” Steve asked, hovering at Eddie’s door. Eddie shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“My uncle will be here around two,” he mumbled.

“Okay, well, presentations are no joke, call me if you need anything. Or Robin, if that makes you more comfortable,” Steve offered. Eddie nodded, shifting on his feet. He wanted to thank Steve, ask him to stay, to help, but he was scared. And then Steve was walking away, getting in his car, driving away, and Eddie had to close his door and curl up in his uncle's bed, needing the comfort of his scent.

His body ached, especially his abdomen and pelvis, and all he could do was curl up and hope that sleep would take away the pain. It did. For a little while, anyways. Because then Eddie was waking up in a mess of wet sheets and agony. He stumbled into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and sat inside, tears rolling down his cheeks. His knees were pressed to his chest, the water hitting his messy curls, as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the pain of his bones and organs being rearranged. He was definitely not an alpha. Interesting. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Almost midnight. He could make it, until two, only two hours. But his body decided against it, sending another shudder of agony through him.

Steve.

Eddie cleaned up what he could before stumbling out of the shower and pulling some clothes on and tripping his way out of the trailer and into the van. In his delirium, he completely forgot that Steve had told him to call.

His vision swam as he tried to start the old thing. The engine choked to life and he began to drive, nearly hitting more than a few street lamps. If he were more aware, he would have noticed the car trailing behind him. But he was not, so he didn't.

He reached Steve’s house, despite the odds, and he lurched out of the car, trying to get to the start of the driveway when someone grabbed him, pressing a gloved hand over his mouth. Eddie’s eyes widened and he clawed at the hand on his face, scent quickly turning sour, trying weakly to get away. A gruff chuckle came from the man behind him, which quickly turned into a grunt of pain when Eddie sank his teeth into the glove. The man shoved Eddie down, causing him to smack his head on the corner of the mirror on his van. Sharp, blinding pain shot through Eddie’s head and then he was gone.

When he woke up, the first thing Eddie noticed was that he was naked. The second was that his wrists were bound and his body was pressed against something cold. The third was the pain continuously throbbing throughout him. A soft, nearly silent whimper left him, but it was enough to alert the person next to him.

“It’s awake!” The person shouted, making Eddie’s head pound. And then there were hands on him, lifting him up, moving him around. He whined and whimpered in protest but couldn't really do much other than squirm a little. His tongue and eyelids were heavy. Where was he? What was happening? Where were his clothes? His uncle? Steve? And then there were hands prying his legs apart, pinning them down. Eddie whined louder, his distressed scent filling the air. His eyes, falling like weights despite recent events, flew open when something cold began prodding him, his newly formed body, still tender, and it stung. Tears filled his eyes.

“S’op…” he whined, words slurred with a heavy tongue, trying to close his legs. They didn't stop, spreading him and poking him, ignoring his whimpers and cries.

“You nabbed him just after presenting, eh? I'll let the boss know to reward you handsomely,” the person who was prodding Eddie said in a satisfied tone. Eddie whined again.

“Good. Little bitch bit me,” another voice said. This one Eddie recognized. The man from before. Terror ran through him, clearly showing through his scent when the two chuckled.

“Hey, maybe you’ll get his first time. His heat should be starting soon. He seems very fertile. He’ll make us good money.” The prodding and poking stopped and Eddie was unchained before the men left the room, leaving Eddie to try and process what the men were talking about.

He crawled across the floor, to the small blanket that was tossed on the ground and curled up on it, tears threatening to spill. What the fuck we're those guys talking about? Making money? Fertile? And then it hit him. He had heard about omega trafficking, but never did he stop to think it would happen to him.

Eddie pressed his face into his knees and hoped it was just a bad dream.

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