#omega jonathan byers

[hornedqueenofhell]

Blueberries and Iron Pt 2

Pt 1

1983

“Jonathan! It’s Steve, look man I just wanna talk!” Comes through the door startling both Jon and Nancy. She gets up and goes to the door to try and convince him to leave.

“Steve, I need you to leave.”

“Nancy, what are you…?” He trails off, wide hazel eyes softening at the sight of her, “No, I’m not trying to start anything okay?”

The sweet scent of blueberries drifts through the room and Jon turns towards the door confused. He’d smelt blueberries faintly earlier too.

“I don’t care about that you need to leave.” Nancy insists, keeping her foot against the door to keep it closed.

“Listen I messed up okay! I messed up, I messed up okay. Please, I just want to make things right.”

Nancy hadn’t presented yet so her nose couldn’t pick up the specifics of what was happening unless her nose was close to Steve’s scent glands but Jon could tell from across the room. He could smell distress and affection and pain. Which meant that Steve could also smell them now.

“Is that blood?” Bitter blueberries and dead grass from the summer heat curled around them like guilt. “Are you guys hurt?”

Nancy tries to stop him but the scent of their pain and blood has Steve pushing through the door and catching sight of Jon with a matching injury on his hand. Nancy couldn’t tell but Jon, Jon who had presented as an omega the summer before entering high school, who had dealt with so much bullying for his designation and for coming into it so young. Jon could smell what was happening to Steve, knows how overwhelming it is, as all your senses are ramped to 11 without your consent.

“Easy easy,” Jon says, stepping closer to Steve. He carefully reaches out to the other man, thumbs brushing gently over his forearms in an attempt to sooth as he whispers to not overstimulate the other omega further, “Hey man, why aren’t you at home if you’re in heat?”

“Heat? What do you mean?” Steve mumbles, leaning closer into Jonathan to chase the smell of fresh orange juice and peppermint. He had been feeling off all day, short tempered and almost bloated, sweaty too especially around his thighs. But he’d shoved it aside in favor of wallowing in his grief until Tommy and Carol had strolled right into his house and bullied him out of bed to buy spray paint after they found out why he looked so pathetic. And then his face got beaten in and the painkillers he’d taken for the minor concussion he’d gotten dampened everything in his system.

Jon can see that Steve is swaying, overwhelmed with hormones and the smell of distress and blood and gasoline. “You need to get home Steve, don’t stop anywhere, just get home and lock all your doors. Make sure you have water and snacks okay?” He gently rubs his thumb over one of the glands on Steve’s wrist, trying to put out some soothing pheromones for the new omega.

And then Nancy loses her patience and points a gun at Steve. “Steve, get out!”

“What? What is going on?” Steve asks, he’s wilting from distress as his girlfriend, the person he probably unconsciously thought of as his alpha, threatens him.

“Nancy wait!” Jon tries to reach out and push the gun down but also really doesn’t want to get shot himself.

“You have five seconds to get out of here!”

“Nancy? This is a joke right?” Fuck, fuck. This is not good. Nancy is counting down and Steve is on the verge of dropping from the violent rejection.

And then the lights start flashing.

“Nancy! The lights!” It gets Nancy’s gun off of Steve but does nothing to help the situation. And now the demogorgon is trying to break into his house. Jon pulls Steve behind him, trying to protect the other omega who is now whimpering softly, fingers tangled in Jon’s jacket. And the guy probably doesn’t even understand why he feels like he does, why he’s in so much pain right now. Had probably expected to be an alpha, hell no one would have put money on Steve fucking Harrington becoming an omega. 

The ceiling starts to cave in, snarls emanating between crumbling sheetrock and wood. Nancy starts firing but Jon reaches out and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her backwards towards their trap. As soon as she takes off Jonathan grabs Steve’s hand and yanks him along too. 

“Jump!” He orders as they run and Steve springs over the trap with ease, reclaiming Jon’s hand as they make it into Will’s room.

“What the hell was that? What the hell was that?!” Steve shrieks.

“Shut up!”

Steve flinches back like he’s been hit and lets out a low, pained warble. If he knew how Jon was pretty sure Steve would be purring to try and self-soothe, but he didn’t and his girlfriend was systematically shattering his heart at the actual most vulnerable moment of his life.

“Do you hear anything?” Nancy asks, snapping him back to the present. None of them had heard the monster fall into their trap, in fact they couldn’t hear the monster at all anymore. 

Jonathan was the first one out of the room with Nancy right behind him, Steve glassy-eyed taking up the rear. Shitfuckdammit the jock was dropping hard.

The ceiling was perfectly intact, like nothing had ever happened. If he didn’t have two other people here witnessing this he’d think he’d just lost his mind and hallucinated it. Jon turns to Steve who’s sweating and taking shallow breaths, swearing he crosses the room back to the other omega, “Steve, Steve you need to go home. You’re dropping, you need to go find a friend or someone to take care of you through your heat. You need your nest Steve.”

“A nest, what the hell are you talking about Jon?” She turns to Steve, “And you need to leave.”

“Nancy stop! Stop, Steve’s in heat and you’re not helping.”

“Heat?” Nancy tries to reach out to Steve but Jon stops her.

“He’s dropping and you yelling is not helping. Keep an eye out to see if it comes back and I’ll walk Steve out.” Nancy holds her hands up and goes back to the living room, reloading her gun on the way.

Jon makes a soft trill to get Steve’s attention but the older boy barely responds, Jon finds himself reaching out to rub Steve’s arms gently instead hoping the physical contact will settle him, “Come on Steve. It’s not safe here, we gotta get you home okay? You need someone to take care of you and a nest okay? Nancy can bring you something later if you don’t have anything of hers for it.”

He carefully starts walking Steve to the door once he sees his eyes start to clear, it’s not a great idea sending Steve off still on the verge of a drop but it’s safer than here with a monster trying to kill them.

Steve finally trills back, it’s awkward and sounds a little garbled but it’ll get better with practice, “But it’s not safe, you can’t… come with me.”

“That thing took my brother, I’m not letting it get away with that.” They’re almost to the door now, Jon decides to push out another round of calming pheromones which Steve breathes in and curls farther into Jon.

“Will? That monster took him? Fuck Jonathan I’m so sorry I really am. About everything I said, that was the entire reason I came here was to apologize.” And with awareness came panic, adrenaline flooding the omega’s system telling them that there was danger, pushing for an extreme fight or flight response. “Please just, you guys can’t stay here either, call the cops or something!”

“Hopper is helping my mom get Will back, we’re trying to buy them time now please go, before it comes back!” Jon carefully but firmly nudges Steve out the door, watching as the omega chooses the much simpler flight option. He shuts the door behind him and turns back to Nancy as the lights start to flicker again.

“Come on. Come on you son of a bitch!” Jon shouts at the ceiling, “You see it?”

“No! Where…” And then the lights go out.

Jon remembers a growl, and Nancy screaming his name. The sheer panic of feeling this creature on top of him, rancid drool falling in his mouth. The ear ringing bangs of Nancy shooting at this creature while he choked and vomited up what had spilled into his mouth. And then the smell of blood and alpha rage. 

Nancy and Jonathan were the only two people who knew what Steve’s original scent was like, not even Steve himself really got a chance to process it before everything happened. When the kids ask them about it they’ll say Steve smelled like summer, like fresh cut grass and blueberry pie. It took a week for Jonathan to realize that the lingering scent of blood wasn’t because they’d missed a spot cleaning up the house.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #omega steve harrington #omega jonathan byers #alpha steve harrington #a/b/o verse #steddiefic chronicles

[xirayn]

Outlined omegaverse (stonathan) from WIP Wednesday!

The door to Will's hospital room opens. Steve assumes the sweet, woody scent that brushes against his instincts is Mrs Byers. His instincts recognize it from her house, after all, barely noticable beneath the smell of blood and gasoline. When he looks up, though, he sees Jonathan. More questions add themselves to the long list the night has asked. Unlike the ones that have turned his world upside down, however, these ones might have answers.

Back in middle school, Jonathan lost the delicate, milky scent of an underage omega. It wasn't uncommon, young alphas and omegas occasionally presented as betas when they came of age, so no one thought much of it. The fact Jonathan was at least a year too young to present was much better gossip, anyway.

#steve harrington #jonathan byers #stonathan #alpha steve harrington #omega jonathan byers #omegaverse #my take on omegaverse is a bit different because I was a nature documentary kid so feel free to send asks about it

[dastardlyjr]

I need poor unprepared Beta Jonathan to be manhandled by Omega Steve in heat.

#stonathan #omega steve harrington #beta jonathan byers #a/b/o #this vision haunts me

[liightsnow]

Alpha Jonathon who presented incredibly early, Steve who presents unusually late as an Omega. Jonathon goes through a whole thing after it happens about having very very badly beating up an omega. He knows it shouldn't really change anything but he cannot help but feel so so guilty

#stranger things #steve harrington #bi steve harrington #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #jonathan byers #alpha jonathan byers #stonathan

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Jargyle Bingo 2023 - A2 - Omega Slick - ‘Dripping Love For You’ - 13.10.2023

Here is my third drawing for the @jargyle-bingo

A1 - "Walk away. You're good at it." / A3 - Canine / B1 - Mistaken For A Couple / B2 - Free Space / B3 - Beta Jonathan / C1 - Domesticity / C2 - Astronaut Argyle / C3 - Ikea Date

'Dripping Love For You' - 13.10.2023

I decided to go with Omega Argyle, because of my other prompt with Beta Jonathan 😏

Also I was inspired by how reapersun/rednoonsun draws Omegas !💕

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers, colored pencils, graphite pencils, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title and sticker

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter nsfw post

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers, colored pencils, graphite pencils, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the sticker

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter nsfw post

#jargyle bingo #stranger things #jargyle #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #alpha beta omega #omega argyle #beta jonathan #nsft #nsft art #fanart #tallula03's art

[snowviolettwhite]

Currently hyperfixating on Stranger Things and omega verse. Send me your head canons or prompts if you would like. I might try to turn them into fanfics. These characters are kids and played by kid don’t make inappropriate.

Mike- Omega      Will- Alpha    El- Alpha. Lucas- Beta       Max- Omega/Alpha 

Dustin- Alpha. Nancy- Alpha      Jonathan- Omega/Beta     Steve- Omega. Robin- Beta      

#stranger things #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #mike wheeler #el hopper #will byers #lucas sinclair #maxine mayfield #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steve harrington #robin buckley

[shieldofiron]

You Never Can Tell

This fic is inspired by my Sims Harringrove family, and is a celebration of my 1000 follower count (now it’s more than 1000 but shh act like I had this ready on time.) Omegaverse with Mpreg (With a Twist), Omega Steve and Alpha Billy, SUPER FLUFFY. Also on AO3 here.

Steve didn’t believe he was really going to do this. As if to punctuate the thought, the baby kicked in his stomach, and he instinctively covered his stomach with his hand.

Hargrove couldn’t meet his eye, silently adding a new pillowcase to one of his pillows, but his eyes darted to Steve’s stomach. He’d been trying not to stare, which Steve appreciated, but some things couldn’t be helped.

“Thanks for doing this,” Steve said, trying to keep his voice steady while the baby kicked the shit out of his ribs.

“Don’t mention it,” Billy said gruffly, tossing the pillow onto the thin mattress, “Least I can do.”

That wasn’t true. Billy could do a lot less. Steve had been couchsurfing for weeks, trying to find something more permanent than being hidden in Nancy’s basement, subsisting on pop tarts and whatever Jonathan could spare from dinner.

The situation with his parents had been slowly deteriorating ever since he had to tell them that the alpha was attending university and Steve didn’t want to tell her. Besides, he didn’t really have any attachment to her, and Steve wasn’t looking to turn this into some sort of shotgun mating.

When he’d told his father that he wasn’t interested in repeating his parent’s mistakes and mating the first person that had knocked him up, everything had gone from bad to worse.

Steve thought they would get over it. They thought he would eventually freak and give the baby away or get an abortion. And before it got really bad and they damaged everything forever, Steve had decided to move out.

It wasn’t like they really knew him. At least not all the parts of him. They were practically ghosts to each other, rattling around in a big house, not a family at all. They didn’t understand why Steve wanted this, even if it was hard. They didn’t understand wanting a family, or they wouldn’t have made just a facsimile of one.

And they weren’t interested in having an unmated pregnant omega around, even if he was their son. So it was a surprise that Billy Hargrove was interested. At all.

The alpha had changed since the whole disaster at Starcourt. They all had. But Billy Hargrove going from polite nods in the grocery store to offering to room with Steve and giving up his bedroom for a baby… that hadn’t been on Steve’s bingo card for this year at all.

The next best offer was staying at the Byers, but between El and Hopper, the house was getting fuller by the minute. 

Billy plucked Steve’s pregnancy pillow from his arms and laid it out over the center of the bed, “There. It’ll be just like a sleepover.”

“Yeah. Every night.”

Billy laughed, “Just the three of us.”

Steve’s hand fell back to his stomach instinctively.

“You, me, and old reliable here,” Billy patted the pillow, “Unless she has a name.”

Steve huffed out a little laugh, “Not yet.”

Billy eyed the fat pink thing, “Looks like a Dorothy to me.”

Steve smiled, “I think she’s more of a Blanche.”

Billy grinned, sliding a hand along the pillow, “Oh really? My kinda girl.”

“You’re really cool with this? I can sleep on the floor until I get a cot.”

Billy’s scent flared with displeasure, igniting the room quickly and then dissipating, “I’m not making a pregnant dude sleep on the fucking floor. No way.”

Steve was too afraid to ask if Billy would sleep on the floor. He thought Max had mentioned something about a bad back, the doctors having to fuse or nail the lower vertebrae of Billy’s spine.

And besides… it wasn’t like Billy was going to make a move on him or something. There had been a time in high school where Steve had thought maybe, but…

In the dark, trying to get comfortable around his pregnancy pillow, with Billy pumping out calming alpha hormones, that time seemed all too real.

Not that Steve was looking for an alpha. He had a lot on his mind. He’d gone from spending his pitiful paychecks liberally, on treats for Dustin and expensive hair products, to counting his pennies to buy a crib and make up his half of the rent. In the dark, Steve tugged on his too long hair where it curled over his collar.

“Does the baby have a name yet?” Billy’s voice wasn’t quite a whisper, but it wasn’t nearly near his normal speaking voice. The sound skittered across Steve’s skin, painting his cheeks pink.

Steve tugged the pregnancy pillow closer, trying to arrange it so that his stomach was comfortable. This was weird, right? Or is the weirdest part that he didn’t feel all that weird about it.

“I was thinking if it’s a girl… I like Tessa,” Steve mumbled, “And if it’s a boy, maybe like, Ben? Or Benjamin. I dunno.”

“Sounds nice,” Billy did that half whisper thing again.

———————————

Steve had to delay getting the cot because Billy found a deal on a crib, they just had to drive to the next town to get it. Then Billy pointed out that a cot probably wouldn’t be good for Steve’s back and besides, they had a good thing going with Dorothy/Blanche between them. And didn’t it make the most sense for Steve to get stuff for the baby first?

Steve had to admit, he was getting more and more used to this one bed thing. They’d officially moved it into the dining room after Billy built the crib in one afternoon while Steve was at work.

And it got less awkward as time went on. Both the bed thing and the roommate thing. They angled the tv so that they could see it from the bed, and went to sleep watching old movies that Steve brought back from Family Video and reruns and shit, curled around the pregnancy pillow. Steve spent a lot of time readying for the baby in their new room, tucking newly cleaned onesies into the thrift store dresser that they’d found and Billy had kindly painted for him.

Billy was always making too much for dinner because he was used to cooking for his whole family, so there was often more than enough for Steve, and anyone else who came over too. Even Dustin had grudgingly admitted that Billy was a good cook after Billy had made the whole party spaghetti. He’d made fast friends with Robin, and sometimes Steve would go to bed while they chattered away for hours in the kitchen, only waking when Billy slid in next to him, murmuring quiet goodnights.

Some people still found it weird.

“When is he gonna get his own bed?” Max was trying to be quiet, but apparently that didn’t run in either hers or Billy’s family.

Steve balanced the groceries on his hip and shut the door gently behind him, leaning back and stretching out his sore back.

“I dunno, Max, it’s fine,” Billy said back, the alpha’s voice pitched low like a warning growl.

“I just think-”

“Max, lay off, okay,” Billy huffed. “It’s Harrington’s decision. And we haven’t had any problems yet.”

“But it’s not fair, I can’t believe you’re letting it happen.”

Steve frowned, not sure what she meant by that.

“It’ll be fine, Max, you’ll see.”

Max had stalked out, making an indignant noise when she saw Steve at the door, grabbing her skateboard with a huff, and walking out of the apartment.

“What was that all about?” Steve crept around to the kitchen.

“Ah, nothing. She’s just sixteen,” Billy was leaning over a large pot on the stove. “You know. Sixteen year old girl shit.”

Steve didn’t know. He had no idea, actually.

“How does stew sound? I thought Max was staying, so I made too much,” Billy’s shoulders were tensed close to his body.

“Billy,” Steve sighed, resting a hand on his belly, “Maybe… maybe we should revisit me getting the twin bed for the nursery. Besides, I’m getting up like ten times a night to pee. That can’t be good for your sleep…”

“If that’s what you want,” Billy shrugged, “Taste this, let me know if it needs salt.”

Steve carefully lowered himself down into one of the dining tables and obligingly opened his mouth. Billy brought over the wooden spoon laden with stew, that he blew on carefully before feeding it to Steve.

“‘S fine,” Steve mumbled, though he couldn’t say he’d really tasted it.

Billy really was a great alpha, took care of Steve so much. He was close to ending his apprenticeship at the mechanic’s shop, and he was making good money. He wasn’t blowing it on stuff either. He was responsible, and caring.

And Steve was here, sleeping in his bed, taking up the space that would eventually be taken by Billy’s true omega. It couldn’t have been easy for Billy, it would be hard to find someone to date with a random pregnant guy in his bed, eating all his leftovers.

Billy turned to his stew, dancing a little to the old Chuck Berry song on the radio. He lowered the heat and turned the radio up, spinning around and pulling Steve to his feet.

“Billy, I think-”

Billy wrapped one warm arm around Steve’s waist, taking the other hand in his.

“Just dance, pretty boy.”

It was a little awkward with Steve’s belly between them, but Billy spun him around, laughing a little, like whatever argument he’d had with Max didn’t matter. He pulled Steve close, filling Steve’s senses with his cool salty ocean scent and a hint of cigarettes and motor oil that made him a little dizzy. But it wasn’t the pregnancy. No, Steve couldn’t lie to himself that much.

That night in bed, Steve couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable. Billy’s bed really was heavenly, soft and plush. He’d admitted to Steve once that this was the first thing he splurged on when he moved out on his own with his money from Starcourt. Not only because he needed it for his back, but because his dad had apparently piled all of Billy’s shit on his old mattress and lit it on fire before skipping town.

And that was a part of the problem. What was Steve meant to do with all of the stuff he knew about Billy? All the small things that Steve had stored up, like a squirrel for the winter. It was all instinct, not something he meant to do. But somehow he started to think of Billy as…

Steve rolled over and watched Billy. His mouth was open, tongue lolling out slightly and drool dripping from his mouth down his cheek into his pillow and rumpled curls.

Maybe Billy wasn’t always the kindest of alphas. He was prone to black moods, withdrawing, sulking in the shower or curling up for long naps. His stories about his childhood made the reason evident enough, but still. He was crass, often loud and made more dirty jokes than a retired sailor.

He apparently didn’t know how to portion a meal, though Steve had a sneaking suspicion that he did. He just wanted Steve to be fed. He built a crib for the baby, gave up half of his bed, working his whole life around a child that he didn’t even know, had no ties to.

And there was the knot of the issue. When Steve had a baby here, with Billy around… it would be like… sort of felt like…

Billy snuffled and rolled closer, throwing a hand over the pregnancy pillow. It grazed Steve’s belly softly, and the baby rolled, moving towards Billy’s warmth.

Steve worried himself to sleep, vowing that in the morning they would have to talk, work something out. Because he was pretty sure if he stayed here much longer he was going to fall in love with Billy, and that could only end badly.

Because Billy was… too good for this. Too good for this situation, too good for Steve, who couldn’t even take care of his own pup, and didn’t know how to budget, hardly knew how to cook…

Steve had fully resolved to cut things off and move out in the morning. He needed to stand on his own two feet. He needed to leave before he…

Steve woke up and at first, he thought something was wrong with him. The only thing he had looked forward to while being pregnant was not having his heat. But he woke up cramping, slick between his thighs.

His eyes snapped open, “B-Billy, I think the baby…”

Billy wasn’t there.

Steve carefully got to his feet. These were probably contractions. He was probably just an idiot.

There was light coming from the bathroom. With every step, it hurt a little worse. It really felt like a heat, not like the doctor or all the books had said labor would.

He knocked softly, “Billy.”

“Go away, Harrington.”

Steve frowned. He thought he wasn’t Harrington anymore. It hurt worse than he imagined it would but he tried to push it aside.

“Billy, I think I’m having contractions,” Steve leaned against the door.

Billy groaned beyond the door, “God fucking… of course… I wanted to be there, Steve. I was really excited to see the baby. But you’ll have to get someone else to drive you.”

“Why?”

“I’m having my fucking rut, I s-shouldn’t leave the bathroom.”

Steve leaned against the door, “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” Billy said softly.

“No, I… that makes more sense actually…”

“What?”

“I thought I was in heat at first. I’m probably just… y’know…”

“Right.” Billy’s voice was clipped off sharply at the end.

“I could…” Steve’s heart rose. Just a little. In any other circumstance he was pretty sure Billy would turn him down but in a rut… maybe…

“Oh, no,” Billy said swiftly. “No, it’s okay. You go back to bed.”

Steve rested his forehead against the door, and Billy whimpered inside.

“Billy,” Steve mumbled.

“Steve,” Billy groaned, “Go back to bed. I might try to leave, take a drive. Clear my head.”

Steve was pretty sure Billy meant he would go to do something else, but it was nice of him to pretend, for Steve’s sake. And he got the picture, really he did.

Steve crawled back into bed, holding his pregnancy pillow close as he listened for Billy to leave. He pretended he wasn’t crying, like Billy pretended that he was just going to take a drive and not to go find another, better omega to spend his rut with. Just like Steve pretended that didn’t hurt, and that he wasn’t already in love.

Later in the morning, Steve woke up alone for the first time in weeks. He got up and made some toast, even though he didn’t feel much like eating it. He didn’t have a shift today which was a shame, he could have really used some distraction.

Instead, he just wandered around the apartment, picking things up and putting them down. Turning the tv on and off. Going through the baby clothes again, the ones that he’d cleaned and folded with Billy. He sat on the edge of Billy’s bed that he’d increasingly started to think of as their bed, and had leftover stew. The baby was kicking like crazy, and without Billy’s low singing to soothe the baby, Steve didn’t know what to do. Even his baby loved Billy more than him.

The whole thing was making him feel rather pathetic, actually. So when Lucas rang the bell at four, Steve couldn’t blame himself for leaping for it.

“Bi- Oh, hey, man,” Steve bit his lip. Of course Billy wouldn’t ring the bell at his own house. He felt like an idiot.

“Hey,” Lucas smiled, holding out a covered dish. “My mom made some extra casserole, she asked me to bring this over on my way to Mike’s.”

Steve blinked at him, “Does everyone in this whole town know I can’t cook?”

“No,” Lucas didn’t lower his hands, “She really made extra. She told me.”

Steve frowned, but eyed up the container. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Cheesy and potato-y, not like the super healthy crap his mom used to make when he lived at home.

“Okay,” Steve took it, “Fine. Thanks.”

“No problem…” Lucas waved, “Well. See you, Steve.”

Steve came back into the kitchen and frowned, staring at the innocent container. Lucas and Billy weren’t the best of friends, but they’d slowly started to make their peace, even hanging out a few times. It was weird of Lucas not to mention Billy, or to just bring enough for one.

His suspicions were confirmed the next day at work.

Robin came back from lunch, her eyes trained on the floor, “Hey, uh, my mom packed too much in my lunch so I left it out back there.”

“What?”

“My mom made me too much,” Robin noded, sort of weirdly. “I left it out for you, if you don’t want to go to the chinese place.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re my friend,” Robin bit her lip, “And my mom made too much.”

“Your mom made too much of the same peanut butter, no jelly sandwich, with one apple that you’ve eaten since you were eight?”

Robin’s eyes danced to the Romance section, “Yeah.”

“Spill it, Buckley.”

“I can’t!” She cried.

“Oh, can’t you,” Steve rolled his eyes, “Come on. What’s the deal?”

She gnawed her lip, “So… Nancy called me last night and asked me, y’know, as a favor, to bring an extra sandwich.”

“Nancy called-” Steve wrinkled his nose.

“Well, I guess… Billy’s been holed up at Susan’s, he asked Max and your little brigade of tiny dorks to keep you fed,” Robin frowned, “So Mike thought he’d ask Nancy who asked me. So it’s not like…. A big deal…”

“Not a big deal,” Steve threw up his hands, “Why doesn’t everyone just take an ad out in the paper. Jesus, I knew Billy thought I was pathetic, but-”

“Billy doesn’t think you’re pathetic, dingus,” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, he does. The other night I even asked him to share his rut with me, because… wait. How would you know what Billy thinks of me?”

Her eyes were still caught mid roll when she froze, cringing.

“What do you know, Buckley,” Steve pressed.

“I mean, I don’t know anything for sure,” She hemmed, sliding around the counter and tugging on her jaunty tie.

“But you know something, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything,” She sighed, “But… Steve… come on.”

“What?”

“You haven’t spoken to the guy in what, a few years-”

“We waved. Sometimes.”

“And then he comes up out of the woodwork to take you to his small one bedroom apartment,” She smirked, but her eyes got starry. Starry like Doctor Zhivago-y. “And he’s building the crib and taking you to doctor’s appointments, and cooking you food because he knows you can’t cook.”

“I really want to know who told him I can’t cook,” Steve pouted.

“I did,” She took him by the arms, “But the point, Steve, is that he spent his rut locked in a bedroom at his stepmom’s trailer, or did you miss that part?”

Steve twisted a little, ready to deny it.

“And why are you so interested anyway,” Robin smiled. “He’s just free food, right?”

“Billy isn’t just free food,” Steve snapped back.

“Okay. Then what is he?”

“He’s… nice to me. Puts on bad movies and dances with me in the kitchen and drives too fast and…” Steve frowned. “He does stuff for the baby but also there’s other stuff too. It’s like I’m not pregnant or… no… like he’s cool just hanging out with me. And me being pregnant, the baby… that’s all just cool with him. Like he likes… even that part of me.”

Robin nodded, “Yes. And how do you feel about that?”

“I really… I fucking miss him, Robin,” Steve doesn’t immediately recognize the feeling, but the baby kicks like he finally hit the buzzer.

“Yes,” Robin nodded, “Now, when he comes out of rut, I don’t want to hear anything about how you’re a bad omega or some shit. Go get your man.”

Steve intended to. The only thing was it turned out to be slightly harder to get your man when you started to have contractions near the end of your shift. Steve had heard that the first time giving birth there was plenty of time, but that really didn’t seem to be the case. All too soon, it got out of hand. He called and left a message at Susan’s, hoping maybe Billy might be able to hear it if he wasn’t banging some other omega across the mattress. And Robin insisted that she could drive him with her learner’s permit, but the drive to the hospital had also taken about two decades off of his life.

It shouldn’t matter that Billy wasn’t there. He wasn’t really the baby’s dad. Robin was there, helping him fill out the forms. And the contractions weren’t really that bad, except for sometimes when they were. Steve gripped the plasticky waiting room chair, trying to breathe through the pain while Robin hurried through the questions.

When he finally got in a room it turned out his regular doctor, who had been seeing him for months, was off for the day after a marathon cesarean surgery. And would Steve mind if they call another doctor in?

He minded. He minded quite a bit but he was terrified to say it, so he just shut up and got on the bed when they told him. Robin was out of her mind a little, but she was holding his hand and telling him to breathe through it.

“You can go, I got this,” Steve told her.

“As if,” Robin sniffed, “This is best friend privilege. I’m overruling you.”

“Rob-”

“Motion carried,” A voice cut in.

They both turned towards the door. Billy was sweating like he’d run there from the trailer, but it was probably just his rut. He sagged against the door.

“You came,” Steve breathed.

“Best friend privilege. Gets you out of all sorts of tight jams,” Billy smiled, “Also I called the Doc before I drove in. She’s gonna hook me up with some rut calming injections.”

“You called her? B-but she’s supposed to be off until Monday-”

“Funny, she didn’t mention that,” Billy shrugged, “Now, how are you doing, pretty boy?”

Steve’s eyes did not have permission to fill with tears but they did anyway.

“Pretty boy?”

“Steve?” Robin whispered, “Is it… is something wrong?”

“No, I-” Steve swiped at his eyes and immediately broke into a sob.

“Oh,” Robin looked between them, “Let me give you all a moment alone.”

Billy was still hanging onto the door when Robin dashed out, “What’s wrong? Steve?”

“I didn’t have time to plan,” Steve tried to still his voice but there was still more than a little bit of a wail at the end.

“Plan what? Are you missing something? Your hospital bag, I can drive out right fucking now and get-”

“No. Billy, why did you ask me to move in?”

Billy blinked, “To help you out. Steve, I don’t understand, what do you need to plan?”

“How to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

It took Steve a moment to be able to suck in a breath and look up. Billy was staggering towards the bed, his scent heavy with rut, his mouth open. It reminded Steve a little of how Billy looked when he slept, his mouth open, cheeks soft and pink.

“What?”

“I know that’s… God, probably the last thing you wanted when you offered to let me stay,” Steve whispered, “But, Billy, I-”

“It’s all I could hope for,” Billy was leaning on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide with shock.

“What?”

“Everyone told me it was crazy. I mean it was crazy, because there was every chance you’d hate me, loathe living with me-” Billy broke off, shaking his head a little. “But I’ve been hopelessly in love with you, Steve. For years. Tried to deny it, lie about it…”

“Billy,” Steve whispered, “Why did you ask me to move in?”

“You needed help and I’m… I’m in love with you. I had to offer. When you love someone you offer to help them.”

“And you don’t care? About the baby?”

“What about the baby?”

“That it’s not yours.”

“It’s not mine?” Billy gasped incredulously, and then his face split into a grin. “No. I don’t care about that.”

“You really-”

“Love you. Yes, I do Steve. And you-”

“Love you,” Steve broke off with a gasp, grabbing out and holding onto the guard rail on his bed with white knuckles, “Shit.”

Billy reached out and took his hand, “Sorry, sweetheart. Worst timing ever.”

“Just,” Steve gritted out between his teeth, “When this is all over, kiss me?”

“When this is all over, you’ll have a baby, and the kiss of your life,” Billy held Steve’s hand tightly to his chest. “Promise.”

And just a few hours later, with baby Ben in a tiny bassinet next to the bed and Robin asleep in the visitors chair, Billy curled around Steve on the tiny hospital bed, and after wiping the happy tears from Steve’s eyes with his thumbs, Billy did just that.

Billy’s lips were soft and when he pulled back, pressing small kisses to the corner of Steve’s mouth, the whimper he made was soft too.

“You’re amazing,” Billy whispered, “That was… incredible.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes squeezed out a few tears, “I feel pretty incredible.”

“Good,” Billy rubbed his thumbs across Steve’s cheeks.

“You’re really okay with…” Steve sucked in a breath when Billy’s breath ghosted over his lips again. “All of this?”

“All of this is all I want,” Billy kissed him, slipping his tongue inside and just stroking softly at the sensitive inside of Steve’s lips.

“How are Oma and Papa,” A nurse breezed in, clipboard in hand.

“I-”

“We’re good,” Steve interrupted. “Feeling pretty incredible, actually.”

#harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove fics #moodboard #1000 follower fic #someone get a im not a stepdad im the dad that stepped up shirt for Billy plz #harringrove fanfic #harringrove fanfiction #omegaverse #tw mpreg #alpha billy hargrove #omega steve harrington

[eddywoww]

Steve who is a prized duke omega. Steve who has been kept behind glass his entire life. Taught the gamut of skills that his family think are necessary. He spends his youth in etiquette classes, learns to be patient and kind and above all, a good Omega for an Alpha.

He spends all his days learning to cook and sew and be empathetic. His favorite lessons involve taking care of the animals and the children. Healing them, dressing wounds, tending to the sick. He loves taking care of people, of the cows and chickens and dogs.

He’s promised to an Alpha of lesser standing, one that his parents approve. They do everything the correct way. They can’t be seen alone together, their dates are supervised to a T. Steve is polite and sweet and perfect, not a hair out of place. And then the Alpha brings discord and shame into his life by impregnating a younger Omega in the city. Steve is angry, angrier than he’s ever been. Because now it’s his fault and now he’s the problem. What sort of Omega would allow their future Alpha to stray to violently?

Steve loses it, destroying the Alpha’s carriage in the middle of the night. Ripping it to pieces as the betrayal hits him head on. What was all the point to his upbringing, if one man can just ruin it all in a snap?

He’s sent away, a shame to his family. Promised to a lonely Alpha on a farm. A man named Byers. He isn’t dirt poor but he’s not made of the same luxury as Steve’s family. Steve arrives and he notices right away that his time with the Byers family will be ultimately useless. The idiot is deeply in love already, with another Alpha nonetheless. A small girl who visits the farm from a local school to do research on the soil and animals. He’s smitten with her. He looks at her the way that Steve so violently craves.

It isn’t fair for either of them. So despite the fact that the children who visit are very kind, despite the fact that Beta Joyce is incredibly helpful and giving….Steve tries to run.

Only, the horses here are obviously too well trained. He gets thrown the moment he tries to ride one, wincing at the tenderness to his wrist as he pulls himself out of the grass.

“Coulda told you that would happen,” Someone says with amusement, rounding the corner of the stalls and into Steve’s vision. He has pinned back hair, blacker than the night. With eyes to match and a smile made of shark teeth. It fits him. “Are you trying to run away?”

“Is it any of your business?” Steve asks, falling wayward to stare at the sky above. The Alpha won’t let him bask in self pity for long, instead popping his head into Steve’s vision. Chewing on a piece of wheat like a cow or something. Uncouth.

“I’m Eddie,” He says, all friendly and obnoxious. “You smell like lemon pie.”

Steve is offended, more than he has any right to be. He splutters and sits up quick, cheeks pink and hot.

“You blush really pretty too,” He only smiled bigger. “Maybe just ask to ride Gump next time. I won’t say no.”

That’s how he meets Eddie.

Eddie. Stable boy Eddie who smells like mint. Eddie who will one day steal Steve away from Alpha Jonathan. With his small cabin and his pen of chickens and his unrelenting kindness.

Then, maybe then, Steve will learn to be happy.

#blurbs #mentioned this to a friend recently lol #my fic

[hornedqueenofhell]

Blueberries and Iron Pt 1

Steve was supposed to be an omega, started his heat in the Byers house during season 1. But when he ran back in to save them, his protective instincts overrode his omega biology and shifted him into an Alpha in self defense.

1986

Eddie stirs to the smell of blueberries and iron. 

It’s a scent that’s puzzled him for some time now, sweet scents were generally attributed to omegas, usually for pup rearing. Alpha scents on the other hand were generally woodsy and warm and sounded like the description on a cologne bottle. Iron wasn’t a secondary gender scent. Unless you were like a serial killer or wore people like skin suits maybe. It wasn’t a scent that should belong to Steve Harrington.

The metalhead cracks his eyes open to find that he is not in heaven or hell or even Hawkins fucking General. The room he’s in is much larger and far too quiet. He can hear the beeping of a heart monitor and it’s echoing. The ‘hospital room’ has enough room for twenty beds, all of them unoccupied except for his and the one next to him, currently in use by the owner of that strange scent.

“Steve?” His voice cracks from how dry it is and the alpha immediately whips to look at him.

“Eddie, you're awake!” Whatever Steve was reading is quickly set aside in favor of Steve tossing his covers off of him and crossing the few feet of distance to hop up onto Eddie’s bed. Eddie always liked that about Steve, he didn’t do that Alpha-y posturing bullshit, trying to act like he was bigger and tougher than every other alpha in the room. Not even in the boathouse with Eddie. Steve took care of everyone, provided protection and care to every member of his pack. If anything like Prime Alpha’s existed anywhere outside of romance novels, he thinks Steve would be one.

“Where are we, where are the others? Is Max okay? How am I not dead?” Steve places his hands on Eddie’s arms and rubs over the scent glands on his wrists, offering out his calming scent. It makes Eddie think of summer, like cobbler and the smell of hot playground equipment. Whenever Steve walked past him after he’d had a smoke Eddie always thought he smelled like the fourth of July.

“We’re at some government facility where they helped Will when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer. Most everyone is at home, we just got cleared from quarantine so they will definitely be coming to harass us soon. Max is here too, she’s going to be mostly blind and have to use a wheelchair on her bad days but she’s alive. And you’re not dead because well…” Steve scratches his cheek shyly, “I was able to resuscitate you with CPR and then I uh, got you to bite me. The half bond was able to kick on your protective instincts and kept you fighting until we were able to get out.”

“But, you’re an alpha, how is that possible?” Eddie asks with a furrowed brow.

“Well, that’s complicated.” 

Steve describes what happened to him as something similar to a feral state. Like Alphas during a mating fight or omegas protecting their pups. Owens had added on when he came to check on them that the combination of him starting his heat in such a high stress situation, the subsequent drop/adrenaline spike pushing his hormones into overdrive and the protective instinct that overtook him when he felt cornered caused his body to decide that it wasn’t safe to be an omega. 

Since the hormones had just activated and were still being ‘written’ they instead forcibly made him an alpha for his own safety. Apparently it happens to soldiers who present in combat zones extremely rarely. Something something contributing factor to why more alphas are born during wartime something something long medical terms that Eddie couldn’t understand.

So Steve had presented as an omega, and because of this shit was forced to become an alpha. Because his heart was just too damn big. People had treated Steve differently after he presented, despite being an alpha his scent had freaked people out. Because Steve Harrington smelled like blood and sickly sweet decay. Billy hadn’t even needed to take the crown from Steve, the former king had gladly punted it to the side in favor of hanging out with his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. And then the kids attached themselves to Steve as well.

None of them seemed bothered by Steve’s scent, possibly because they had been told about why it happened in the wake of getting Will out of the Upside Down by the government. The lot of them wore Steve’s scenting of them proudly, ferally. It added an element of steel to their still faint family driven pup scents, Steve Harrington’s pack bond was strong and anyone who approached the group did so warrily. 

And that was just the kids. Robin’s scent was deeply intermingled with Steve’s, the pair living in each other's pockets giving them a scent that almost came across bonded. Nancy’s scent with Steve’s added in made hers feel terrifyingly powerful, the ozone of a lightning strike combined with Steve’s iron scent made her smell like a gunshot. John brought out the blueberry elements more strongly, the omega tempering the iron with minty fruit, which made a lot of things make more sense now.

Steve and Jon were surprisingly close for an alpha and omega who weren’t seeing each other, but Nancy had never snarled at him or shooed him off. Rumors began to fly about Steve planning on stealing Jon as revenge for Nancy breaking up with him. Steve did not help those rumors as he playfully snapped his teeth at Jon when they rough-housed in the grass near the bleachers while Nancy looked at them with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. Steve and Jon had been playing like nest mates, like siblings. Looking back Eddie would bet good money that Jonathan Byers had probably single handedly stabilized Steve after the switch cut him off from his should have been omega instincts. 

Eddie knew through getting a couple slaps on the wrist for dealing that Steve’s family had kicked him out for his less than desirable scent and Chief Hopper had been the one who took him in. He learned from Steve that the man had got them a small house near the woods where he had lived with not only Hopper but Eleven as well. He’d become her big brother and flourished helping her catch up on school work and learning to speak clearer and read and write. The support and love Steve received had changed the young man, his insecurities about his scent batted aside by the people who cared about and supported him.

By the time he’d met Robin at Scoops the two of them were already halfway to sharing a brain cell. Robin was the first person his age he’d ever gotten to tell the truth about his designation to. She had rolled into Scoops the next day with several library books with information about the phenomenon and then held Steve when he cried because no one had ever offered to do anything like that for him. Dustin’s research apparently didn’t count because it felt too much like the curly haired boy wanted to dissect him at times. 

When Hopper had ‘perished’ after Starcourt, Steve learned that the house had been left to him. And that any and all money he had would be split equally between his two children as college funds for when or if they decided to attend a university. 

All of this Steve told him with his head tucked under the metalhead’s chin while Eddie stroked fingers down his back.

“I think you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met, Steve Harrington.” He says after he’s sure Steve is done.

“Nah, just in the wrong place at the wrong time and too stupid to do anything else.”

“Hey now!” Eddie rubs his scent gland over Steve’s hair, he notes that his own scent makes Steve smell like the fourth of July again. Smoke from sparklers and burning cedar in a metal fire pit. “It might only be until the bite heals but no one is allowed to talk bad about my mate, not even my mate.”

A shiver runs through Steve at those words, the idea that someone would still ever want to claim him with his biology so fucked up… “Mate huh? You propositioning another alpha Munson?”

“We’re going about things very very backwards but, I’d like to court you Steve, get to know you more outside of running for our lives. You’re beautiful and strong and the most amazing person I’ve ever known. I don’t care whether you’re an alpha or an omega, be whatever your heart desires and I’ll be halfway to falling in love with you no matter what.”

Steve hadn’t expected that to hit him so hard, to have Eddie say he wanted Steve whatever his designation. He felt tears well up in his eyes and he burrowed in close to the oth- his alpha’s scent. “I-I’d like that a lot Eddie.”

Eddie presses a kiss to Steve’s head and starts up a low purr in contentment, Steve responds with a rusty chirp before purring as well as they settle down for a nap.

Pt 2

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson #stobin #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #alpha eddie munson #alpha steve harrington #omega steve harrington #alpha nancy wheeler #omega jonathan byers #a/b/o verse #steddiefic chronicles

[steddieunderdogfics]

Just Because You've Done It Before Doesn't Mean You'll Do It Better by foresthearts

@kiaramori

Rating: Mature

73,830 words, 8/? chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Time Travel, Oblivious Steve Harrington, Bisexual Disaster Steve Harrington, Character Study, Temporary Character Death, Minor Character Death, One-sided Stancy, Steve is not a bamf or anything of the sort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Steve Harrington, Bitched by the timeline, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Nancy Wheeler, Beta Jonathan Byers, Found Family, Period-Typical Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Second Chances, Steve goes back in time and gets everything wrong, Tall Eddie, Height difference, Not very Barb friendly (sorry), Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Stancy is not endgame and does not last very long but I wanted to be true to Steve's motivations, excessive use of footnotes, Smart Eddie Munson, Dyslexic Steve Harrington

Summary: In 1986, Vecna wins, turning Hawkins into a dystopian nightmare. Six months later, Steve―a hardened alpha―is sent by some primordial being back to the past. October 1983, to be exact: a time before Will went missing, before Barb was killed, before Nancy broke up with him…before he even presented as an alpha. At first he’s thrilled at this new chance to change the future, but soon he realizes that it’s a lot tougher than he expected. Altering the past comes with unexpected consequences, and soon Steve finds himself holding on for dear life as things get more and more out of control. In the middle of all of this, one question keeps nagging at his brain: why is Eddie Munson acting so weird?

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[hetasibs]

Soft Boys Finish First

❣❣❣Sh0tacon, brother/brother incest, omegaverse❣❣❣

Will pushed open the door to his house and staggered in. Maybe it was the hot day, but he felt strangely weak. He dropped his school bag beside the kitchen table, calling "I'm home!" as he went for a glass of water in the hopes it would make him feel better. There was no answer. He frowned. Mom was working, but Jonathan had said he'd be home.

A wave of dizziness overtook the middle schooler as he headed to his brother's room, and he braced himself against the wall by the telephone and took a few steadying breaths. He'd definitely go to bed early tonight. He felt something in his tummy too, like hunger but not exactly, a sort of yearning emptiness.

He knocked on Jonathan's door and a few seconds later heard his own name being called. Jonathan sounded startled and bleary, as though Will had just woken him up. Maybe that's why he hadn't answered the first time.

"Heya," called Will. "I feel kinda weird. Can I come sit in your room?"

He heard steps approaching and the door creaked open.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. Jonathan reeked of sweat, along with something Will couldn't identify, but he didn't look like he'd been exercising. He was in his pyjamas already and the curtains were drawn, the radio playing softly in the corner.

"Oh, hey buddy," yawned Jonathan, ruffling Will's hair. "What's up?"

"I dunno. I feel super tired, but I just biked home as usual. I wasn't doing anything with my friends today."

Jonathan's brain seemed to be working at half-power, and it was a few seconds before Will's words seemed to register. And another few before they clicked.

"Oh. Say, Will, do you feel, uh, different to normal? Aside from being tired?" Seeing his little brother frown in confusion, Jonathan continued, "Like… a funny feeling in your stomach?"

"How did you know?", exclaimed Will.

"Same thing's happening to me. It's nothing to worry about but I better explain. Come on in."

Curious and a little apprehensive, Will followed his big brother and sat beside him, attentive. Jonathan's room was a wreck, clothes and blankets strewn all across the floor. But, as Will looked closer, it seemed to be a deliberate rather than accidental mess, with the bulk of the fabric in one corner and some stretching from desk to dresser, making a sort of cave. Jon cleared his throat.

"So, um. Okay. At about the age you are now, Will… actually, no, let me start over. Do you know what presenting is?"

Will shook his head.

"I don't think so."

"Right. Well, presenting is what we call it when someone starts showing signs that they're an Alpha, Beta or Omega. It usually happens around your age, though with some it's earlier or later."

Will nodded slowly, following so far.

"The symptoms you're showing are the classic responses of someone presenting as Omega. I'm an Omega as well and so is mom, so I was expecting this, but it still feels like a surprise now that it's actually happening."

"What's being an Omega like?", inquired Will, shuffling closer and holding Jonathan's sleeve in his little hands. The clamminess wafting off his older brother and filling his room had been overpowering at first, but it still smelled so distinctly like Jonathan that he was starting to find it quite comforting.

"It's great," enthused Jon. "I have nothing against Betas, but they all seem to have kinda bland personalities, and Alphas are so thickheaded and pushy, it gets tiring being around them. But Omegas are lovely! They're known for being really kind and empathetic and creative, just like you Will. I'm telling you, you're gonna be just fine."

Will nuzzled into his chest with a soft mewling sound that melted Jonathan's heart, and a muffled, "Thank you."

"There is one more thing you should know about," the older Byers continued, caressing the younger's back, "and that's heats."

"Mmhhm?", mumbled Will.

"Heats are when…"

Jonathan cleared his throat and fidgeted. Was Will too young to be talking about this to? Probably, but he'd need to know it eventually, and Jonathan would prefer him to learn it in a safe environment rather than knowing nothing about it when the time came.

He took a deep breath and did his best to explain the heat cycles Omegas experienced and how they and their partners coped with them. Just as he was bracing to explain to Will that presenting meant he was currently entering his first heat, Will stirred from his torpor and asked, "Is that what's happening to you right now?"

Jonathan faltered.

"Uhh…"

"You said you were feeling the same as I do. And you're building a nest," continued Will. "I can put two and two together."

Jon smiled, chuffed at his little brother's perceptiveness.

"Yeah, I am. I think, because we're related and living together, our hormones have influenced each other, so we're going into heat at the same time."

"Is…"

Will swallowed and spoke softly.

"Is having sex with an Alpha the only way to feel better during a heat?"

"Well, that's what they say. And by "they" I mean Alphas," answered Jonathan derisively. "I reckon it's just another tactic to make Omegas dependent on them. Really, so long as an Omega reaches, ahem, prostate orgasm, it alleviates the worst of the symptoms."

Will didn't respond right away, and Jonathan petted him gently.

"Sorry, that's a lot of information, and you must be tired. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"I wanna try it with you," piped up Will, and Jonathan practically choked on his own saliva.

"Will, we, we can't. We're brothers, it's not something you do with family."

"It feels soooo weird, though," pouted Will. "I want it to go away. And I don't want you to feel bad either!"

"I'm fine," Jonathan reassured him, but as Will got more worked up, his soft, savoury, boyish smell permeated the entire room, and the older brother's knees nearly gave out.

"Please," insisted Will. "I've seen the way the older Alphas in school look at the Omegas. It's… I don't like it. I want to do it with someone who's patient and gentle and who understands me. I want to do it with you, Jonathan."

In a single motion, Jonathan took his little brother in his arms and swept him onto the bed, kissing frantically, neither of them able to get enough. Jon tore his own shirt off with a popping of buttons, his sour and earthy musk making Will's undies even more soaked than they already were, and bit into his baby brother's neck glands. Will thrashed and bucked in delirious pain and pleasure, his pants coming off in Jonathan's confident hands. The next moment he was shrieking in lust as his older brother's fingers found his leaking, clit-like Omega cock.

Jonathan kissed and sucked and bit down his tiny brother's torso, latching onto his cock and suckling like a man dying of thirst finding a desert spring. Will squealed, the wet and tickly stimulation of his sibling's tongue driving him to grab a handful of Jon's hair and pull him as close as possible.

"I feel something like, like I'm gonna pee," moaned Will, face turning red but unwilling to push Jonathan away when it felt this good.

"That's fine," his brother reassured him, looking up from his crotch with drool and pre spilling down his chin. "That's meant to happen. Should I keep going?"

"Yes please," gasped Will, then squealed with delight as Jonathan worked a finger into his sensitive folds and swirled it around his cockhead, tonguing his leaky slit at the same time.

"Oh God, Jon, I I-"

Will's words unravelled into a frantic burst of yelps and moans as his virgin cock squirted its first load into his brother's mouth. Jonathan swallowed eagerly and kissed him again, the sweet taste mixing on their tongues. He discarded the last of their clothes, lying Will naked and vulnerable on the bed.

"Ok," he breathed, "what I'm gonna do next will feel a little weird, but it doesn't hurt, and it'll help your heat go down. You ready?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think so," replied Will.

"Good boy. Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any point."

Jonathan wriggled into position between Will's legs, glancing at him to make sure he was still good to go, and then flicking out his tongue. First his warm breath and then his wet length caressed the young boy's pink, hairless little hole, making him mewl and grasp at the bedsheets.

"How's that feel?", whispered Jonathan.

"It's, it's amazing," panted his little bro. "Please don't stop…"

"I won't."

Jon gripped Will's thighs and pushed his face closer, his tongue deeper. The floral scent of his slick was overpowering, and Jonathan lapped it up with a passion. He could hear Will's cute little cries ringing in his ears, urging him on and on. He slid a finger, then another inside, Will taking them without difficulty. As his tongue probed around his little brother's rim, his fingers worked further inside. When they brushed up against his perky little love button, Will screamed as though he'd cum from that touch alone.

"Oh, it looks like I've found your special spot," grinned Jonathan.

"Do that again," ordered Will, voice shaky and pleading.

"You know I can't say no to you," his big brother cooed.

Kissing Will's cock, he twitched his finger, eliciting further needy gasps from his little sweetie. He sucked firmly and tasted the boy's precum flowing freely, drawing him closer to climax as he increased the pace of the caresses over his little nub.

"Jonathan, please, please! I'm- I'm- ohhh, shit!"

Will squirted harder than Jonathan had ever seen an Omega cum, burst after burst of watery, slimy boy juice sluicing down his eager throat. Even when Will was well and truly spent, Jonathan remained on his cock, licking up every last dribble of his juices as he gently withdrew his finger.

At last, with a wet, drawn out puckering sound, Jon pulled his lips free. Will twitched and whimpered as he traced lines over his soft little tummy.

"How was that, darling? Feel better?"

Will could only moan in response and give a brief but emphatic nod.

"I'm glad," his brother told him. "Sleep in my bed for a while. I'll clean up."

As Will fell smoothly into slumber, Jonathan sat in the hormonal, reeking room, chewing slightly on his fingers. Cleaning up before mom got home was one thing, but it was dawning on him that in the heat of the moment, he'd bitten down on Will's glands, definitively claiming him as his mate. Jonathan exhaled, soft and deep. He'd get Will to wear something with a high collar if it didn't make him too warm. And after that… he supposed he'd have to come clean at some stage. He wasn't looking forward to the reactions of his family and friends, not that he had many of either. But in the end, Will was his, and for his little brother, he would do anything.

#thanks for the kind comments on my last byerscest piece! they're really appreciated! #so here's another for you lovely people #brocon #sibcest #byerscest #shipcest #proship #profic #omegaverse #hetadribs #stranger proships #sh0tacon #omega/omega

[liightsnow]

Wait there's really only 17 fics of alpha Jonathon and omega steve? ... I need to fix this injustice

#stranger things #steve harrington #stonathan #jonathan byers #omega steve harrington #alpha Jonathan byers

[maithefluffychicken]

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.

#steddie fanfiction #steddie #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #omegaverse #alpha beta omega dynamics #fluffy chicken writes #Accidental Butt fic

[sp0o0kylights]

Werewolf AU wherein Jonathan was Expecting King Steve to be the Worlds Worst Alpha Wolf and got a Total Mom Instead

This is Werewolves not A/B/O (no a/b/o involved, think more like the paranormal romance smut that inspired Twilight. Two alphas and one Omega to a pack type of deal and its decided on dominance/other shit.) 

Hungry Verse Werewolf AU that takes place S2 and S3  before Eddie shows up. 

Jonathan's shy.

Has always been shy, and will likely remain shy, at least around large crowds of people. He's socially awkward, has never been good at making friends, doesn't really care too much about his clothes and is poor, so even if he wasn't shy, socializing wasn't likely to have gone in his favor anyway. 

He knows it takes a while for him to warm up to others. Nancy was something of a one off, the two of them brought together by his own admittedly shitty actions, his brother's disappearance and an interdimensional monster. 

He fully expects it to be different around Steve. 

Particularly since Jonathan, as their Pack’s of three’s most submissive werewolf, automatically gets the spot of Omega Wolf. Not that he isn’t suited for it, he’d be marked as Omega with his abilities regardless. 

It was a point of contention between himself and Lonnie for years.

Jonathan just-doesn’t see the use in posturing. 

Fighting.

 Acting like a fucking moron over dumb shit. 

What he did not expect was for Steve Harrington, Alpha Werewolf and jock douchebag, to try and mother him. 

"Byers, where the hell is your coat!? It's freezing out here!" Steve huffs one afternoon, appearing out of nowhere and making Jonathan jump. 

He'd been waiting outside the arcade, leaning against his clunker of a car for Will and friends to finish their last round of games. Had perhaps been waiting longer than he should have, just happy to let his little brother be a kid. 

“I-what-" Jonathan stumbles over his words before regaining ground and protesting, "I'm wearing a coat?"

Steve rakes his eyes over him, hands on his hips. "That is a jacket. It is absolutely not warm enough for you to hang around outside in." 

Jonathan's mouth pops open, words on his tongue but Steve's already turned around and trotted back to his car. 

He opens the hood and digs around for a minute, before making a pleased noise and returning, holding something victoriously in his hand. 

It's a medium weight hoodie with the zipper down the front, Hawkins Swim Team blazed across the back above a snarling tiger. 

Steve holds it out to him. 

Jonathan looks between him and it, before hesitantly reaching out to accept.  

The packbond hums happily with Steve's pleasure, a feeling totally alien to Nancy's own. Hers had always been about some answer he'd gotten right, or when he'd said something particularly clever or poetic, the pleased, happy feeling of a kiss on his cheek. 

Steve's…Jonathan almost can't pin down the exact feeling of Steve's. His mind supplies the images of warm maple syrup and a fuzzy blanket, then tries to combine the two.

Fails and leaves him confused. 

"Put that on over your jacket, should at least help you stay warm." Steve instructs, and Jonathan really, really wants to say no, that this is ridiculous, Will is coming out any minute, but-

He doesn't want to.

Does not want to look too hard as to why Steve is somehow harder to displease than Nancy is. 

Finds himself putting the stupid jacket on, refusing to look Steve in the face as he does so. 

Is very annoyed by the sheer happiness radiating off his Alpha (and maybe at the own blush rising up in his cheeks, the result of his embarrassment.) 

"Steeeeve!" 

That's Dustin, tearing out of the arcade. The pack of children follow him, with Mike and Will bringing up the rear. 

They chatter at Steve for a moment, before the group splits, the Dustin-Lucas-Max trio diving into Steve's car and the Mike-El-Will trio going into his. 

Steve claps a hand on his shoulder, saying "See you Byers!" 

Mike's nose crinkled up as Jonathan got into the driver's seat. 

"Why do you smell like Steve?" He whines. 

Which is the worst moment to realize that not only does he smell like Steve, but his wolf likes it. 

"Shut up Mike."

xXx

Steve Harrington has changed from the guy Jonathan punched out. 

Not completely. Jonathan still see’s glimpses of the forever cool, waspish King Steve coming through now and then. Those moments are few and far between though, particularly now that he led a Werewolf Pack, 

At their core, an Alpha Werewolf was a provider. 

Steve, it seemed, absolutely delights in doing just that. 

Nancy had already growled at him twice over for it and at first Jonathan hadn’t registered that’s what it was about. 

Thought Steve was back to courting Nancy and was gearing up his own discussion with his girlfriend about how they wanted to handle it-until Steve pulled the same shit with him. 

“I know you said you could make your own lunch but I had extras.” Steve says, handing a brown paper bag to Nancy one morning, apparently having been roped into driving Henderson to school. 

Jonathan’s schooled his face into a blank mask, letting his girlfriend handle this the way she wants too-and thus misses the second brown bag until it’s shoved in his face. 

“Um.” He says. 

It has his name on the side in Steve’s scrawl. There’s even a little smiley face in the middle of the O. 

“Uh.” He says again, startled, but Steve’s already got his back to them, throwing a wave over his shoulder. 

“Have a good one guys!” He calls, as he heads off to his own class. 

Entirely out of his depth, Jonathan turns to Nancy for help. 

She just stares at Steve’s retreating back, a look on her face that says she's deep in thought. 

“What did you get in yours?” She asks him later, at lunch, holding up her chocolate pudding. 

“Vanilla pudding.” He says, the only different part of his meal to hers.

He had to hand it to Harrington. The guy made a seriously wicked meal. 

“Hmm. Trade me?” She asks with a smile, holding up her pudding. 

Grinning, Jonathan does.

#they have different lunch periods #idk I constantly forget what year steves in lol #Steve harrington #werewolf steve harrington #werewolf jonathan byers #jonathan byers #pre steddie #s2 #and s3 I guess #idk I just kinda blacked out on a wereolf au and went for it #The Party as a Pack #or the Fruity Four as a Pack #except its also with Jonathan #Spicey six #? #WHATEVER #Nancy Wheeler #0o0 fanfics

[viviseawrites]

in honor of #SteddieOmegaverseWeek, here's my response for the Day 1 prompt of heat/rut! featuring beta Steve and omega Eddie.

there's somethin' happenin' somewhere

Rated E, 6710 words

Steve’s standing in line at Orange Julius when he smells it. Over the muted haze of citrus, there’s something else—something cinnamony and sweet, with a bit of tartness. Warmth rises to his cheeks, but Robin’s waiting for him to get back with their lunch and he has no time to look for whichever omega’s just hit preheat.

He thinks about it, though, when he gets back to Scoops! Ahoy and hands Robin her food. She disappears into the back in a flash, leaving him to man the counter, and Steve leans back and tries to place it. Because something in that scent felt familiar.

Despite the temperature today, few people stop in for ice cream after lunch. Steve assumes most folks are hitting up the community pool or taking advantage of their air conditioning at home. Either way, he remains undisturbed as he sucks down his smoothie and wonders.

No one’s ever accused him of being the most scent-sensitive. In fact, one of his ex-girlfriends once said Steve’s olfactory sense might be underdeveloped even for a beta. She was only a little bit right, but Steve stopped seeing her on the grounds of rudeness. So most of the time, he doesn’t really notice. And sure, maybe Billy Hargrove and Jonathan Byers knocked a few screws loose in his head. His doctor mentioned something about hyposmia, but Steve very purposefully tries not to think about that since he bailed on his smell-retention therapy.

Part of him suspects that it prevents him from fully connecting with people. Betas in general have a weaker sense of smell compared to alphas and omegas, but that nonverbal communication is still important. He blames that impairment for his inability to find a date this summer. He never had an issue with that before he broke his nose.

Yet somehow, this scent broke through. He stares down at his blue Adidas, considering. Maybe they were standing super close to him. Or maybe his sense of smell is getting better. Steve snorts at the thought.

His traitorous brain conjures one other possibility: scentmates.

“Bullshit,” he mutters to himself. He tosses his empty cup into the trash and spins his scooper in his hand. “No way.”

Scentmates are rare. Despite the popularity of the trope on daytime soap operas and in romance books, very few people actually find someone whose scent immediately engages the part of the brain tied to mating.

So, no. Steve definitely did not spend his lunch break only feet away from a possible scentmate.

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#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #vivisea writes #steddie fic #omegaverse #steddie omegaverse #SteddieOmegaverseWeek #beta steve harrington #omega eddie munson

[snowviolettwhite]

Hi. So I am writing a Stranger Things season four canon divergence omegaverse fanfiction. It is omega Mike centric and byler end game. It has angst and fluff and hurt/comfort plus more.

I have the first two chapters up. It is call Manic Pixie Dream Prince.

Michael Wheeler presented on one of the worst days of his life but, it is okay because Will Byers his best friend since kindergarten was safe.

William Jacob Byers was dreading the day he presents because he was told constantly that he was an omega. He really hopes they are wrong.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40191237/chapters/100664019

#stranger things #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #stranger things fanfiction #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #omega verse #el hopper #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #maxine mayfield #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley