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witchthewriter · 2 years

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✧ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 ✧

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

→ I’ll be honest - they all thought you were pretty weird at first. I mean it was the 80s and info wasn’t so readily available

→ except you were different than what they thought. Steve was wary, Nancy thought you were crazy, Robin was intrigued by you, but Eddie ... Eddie thought you were really cool

→ if you were high school age than other people would’ve made fun of you (i mean if you were open about being a witch)

→ but they only made fun of you because they didn’t understand and were actually scared. it doesn’t make it any better though.

↳ you would have made friends with dustin first, it would be in the afternoon outside school and you saw him looking down. without thinking you walked over and wordlessly gave him your clear quartz and walked away

→ if you’re older (early 20s) than Robin would have seen you at the park (or beach, or woods wherever you like to do outside rituals) and her curiousity got the better of her.

↳ “hey! whatcha doi- oh sorry were you asleep?” you would’ve been stirred from your meditation with a jump. “I wasn’t sleeping I was-” “Meditating? My mum does that sometimes!” and you would look at Robin with a bemused smile as she rambled on. At least a minute would pass before she apologised. but you wouldn’t be offended in the slightest.

→ you would know all the gang’s sun, moon & rising signs.

→ Max, Mike & Erica would be the least interested - probably calling it a bunch of crap. They would still secretly listen to you talk about others while outwardly rolling their eyes

→ giving people gemstones that you think correlates to them >

Dustin : Citrine / Mookite Will : Labradorite / Clear Quartz Lucas : Red Tiger’s Eye / Aquamarine El : Rose Quartz / Moonstone Mike : Tree Agate / Snowflake Obsidian Erica : Lepitolite / Blue Lace Agate Max : Amethyst / Rhodochrosite Steve : Carnelian / Calcite Robin : Malachite / Angelite Nancy : Apatite / Botswana Agate Eddie : Onyx / Smokey Quartz

→ each person individually would def come to you for advice, some more than others but you would be happy to listen

→ Robin, El & Eddie would be the most outwardly impressed

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ahhrenata · 9 months

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Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.

Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.

He breathes a quiet,

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’

Eddie huffs a tired laugh,

‘You know I never mind.’

Because, yeah.

Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.

( another one from the poll | WIP )

#in my feels this fine morning #eddie cant let steve go without his goodbye smooch #i imagine eddie would sleep through anything #but i also like to think he lets himself wake up #he likes to watch Steve’s morning routine #which may or may not include winking at himself in the mirror when his final once over checks out #steddie #steddie fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #i changed Steve’s face from the WIP.. it needed better angling #I’m not a writer so please ignore grammar and whatever other problems lol #i type like i read it in my head #so hopefully it sounds alright

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kitconnor · 1 year

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STEVE HARRINGTON and ROBIN BUCKLEY In Stranger Things Season 3 (2019)

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lazylittledragon · 2 years

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i want to say pt 5 of steddie dads AU doodles from twitter but i’m honestly losing track of it at this point

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads #as someone who may be a seahorse dad one day this is important to me #it's vital to my existence that i include eddie's top surgery scars at every opportunity #also this isn't everything because these would be SO long #all my steddie brainrot is on my twitter

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paigesplatforms · 2 years

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btw skipping triggering scenes in your favourite shows/movies doesn’t make you less of a fan. there are still scenes in multiple of my favourite shows that i cannot/have never watched, but i still love those shows with all of my heart.

whether it triggers past experiences and trauma, your fears, your sensory issues, your migraines, or it just gives you really bad second hand embarrassment. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO SKIPS SCENES IN YOUR FAVOURITE MEDIA

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paxbe · 2 years

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i think we need to start finding some new names team

updated version here (because y'all have pointed out that it's worse than i thought)

#stranger things #our flag means death #911 #steddie #blackbonnet #buddie #stevebucky #captain america #mcu #venom #it #sthings #vnm #ofmd #xbec #ca #and yes i will tag the shit out of this because i had to save this file like 8 times which was high admin and i want attention #and yes also i did include the weird little lemur guys from ice age because i thought it would be funny

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thestobingirlie · 5 months

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#honestly made this for the dustin one lmao #i didn’t include jonathan becuase i didn’t know which one would fit him. but also. i do think he’d just roll his eyes at hypotheticals like #this. rather than have fun with it lol #nancy wheeler #argyle #steve harrington #carol perkins #robin buckley #tommy hagan #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #eddie munson #stranger things #my post

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fifthnailinstevesbat · 1 year

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now obviously, the idea of eddie being in love with steve is so perfect and beautiful and so so real, like it can be expected. queer nerdy metal head falling for the hottest guy in school turned badass monster killer, that’s right up his alley. but just thinking about steve being in love with Eddie. steve getting hot flushes at the thought of his chunky metal rings, steve blushing at his flirtatious jokes and playful touches, at his over the top demeanour, steve finding his nerdy interests endearing and cute, steve thinking that eddie is metal and COOL and cute and STEVE thinking that eddie is so so gorgeous. steve “the hair” harrington, falling head over heels for every single part of eddie, the resident freak of hawkins. steve, the rich white boy, the ladies man, the preppy highschool jock, actually being so into eddie freaking munson is my favourite thought in the world.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #the brainrot isn’t going anywhere i’m afraid your honour #it’s here to stay #stranger things #steddie #i just think they’re so perfect #like nobody else who knows him would’ve assumed steve’s type would include this #that steve’s forever lover would be someone as alternative as eddie #nobody would look at steve and think he’d be into any of this #but he /is/#he is OBSESSED with him #i just love it so so so much i’m gonna cry #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #steve x eddie

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artiststarme · 18 days

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Eddie can’t remember the last time he actually felt anything. Was it guilt when Wayne mentioned taking another shift to get the van’s brakes fixed? Perhaps lust when he say that dickbag Billy Hargrove without his shirt on in the locker room. No, it was probably disappointment when he failed yet another math test, the same one he’s taken three years in a row now.

He couldn’t remember for sure and it caused the chasm in his chest to crack just a little deeper. Sure, most of what he’d felt in life hadn’t been positive and he wanted to forget it at the time. He smoked weed, drank all the booze he could get his hands on, and even popped pills when the pain got too much. Yet, he still missed it.

He missed being able to differentiate between different emotions. He missed how happiness made his heart flutter and how sadness felt like a heavy weight on his chest. Most of all, Eddie missed not being numb all of the time.

He was almost relieved when hell came around on Spring Break. The fright and horror at Chrissy’s death sparked the first feeling he’d felt in months, seemingly forever. He wasn’t callous and he certainly mourned her. He just couldn’t move past the spark of feeling, the feeling of something other that nothingness that the whole situation brought him.

The devotion of the Hellfire kids and the older teens that he never really mingled with prior to the apocalypse made him feel needed for once in his sorry life.

Most painfully of all, when the demon bats dug their wretched teeth into his flesh, he felt relief unlike any other. The pain superseded the disappointment, defeat, and despondency that marked his entire life. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Eddie felt something.

How sad is that, that the first thing he felt in what felt like years was not love or acceptance like he had dreamed of but an excruciating agony of which he had anticipated?

#I feel like I should include a warning but I don’t know what it would be #extra angsty?!#stranger things #eddie munson #fanfic #uncle wayne

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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✧ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭’ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 ✧

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

> gender neutral, requests are open (thank you to those that have messaged me, I am working on them!)

→ obviously not actually being a grandparent (the age can be whatever reader wants!)

→ usually having a grumpy exterior, doesn’t like ‘soppy’ or heartfelt expressions of emotion.

→ “don’t touch me” (cue cranky face) but everyone loves annoying you

→ probably more than twice you’ve yelled “aye, watch my garden!” and the group teases you nonstop for it. “watch out for y/n lawn!”

“i said GARDEN, not lawn... jesus.”

→ erica likes you the most, she tolerates everyone else but you two understand each other on another level

→ dustin and lucas take it in turn trying to make you laugh, or even crack a smile “knock-knock” “really? a knock-knock joke - c’mon. try harder.”

→ standing up for the group when they’re not around. you think it would be too embarrassing to do it in front of them.

→ have and will punch a bully. hell, you’d love to punch anyone

→ robin laughs at the majority of your comments

→ the kids come to you when steve is in mum mode, usually letting them get away with most things

→ always having freshly baked goods at your house so the group can fuel up. (acts of service would def be your love language).

→ “feet off the table,” you’d murmur and mike would be like “oh yeah, sorry” now everyone makes fun of you for that too

→ will would feel oddly very safe with you, not that you aren’t a safe person, just that it’s odd he connects with you (old souls?)

→ You always say like really odd sayings from the older generation, and no one can understand what you mean. But they come up with their own interpretation because they don’t want ‘the look’ from you if they ask

→ You’d be more of a realist, and wouldn’t associate the upside down with anything ‘magical’, it’s all science to you

→ You have a bag/satchel/backpack that you carry around with at all times. It has first aid (bandaids, gauze, tape, septic/rubbing alcohol etc), water, a flashlight, the book you’re reading at the moment, money (obviously), and a few fake IDs

→ Everyone also leaves their stuff with you

→ You don’t take crap from anyone, I mean they know you’ll say something snarky but really true

→ You love reading and have an immense library (your lucky enough to have parents that also like to read, however, they’re at work a lot and you don’t see them)

→ I can see you having a crush on any of the older members; eddie, steve, robin and/or nancy but you try to hide it

Want to be shipped? Here be the instructions 🦋

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stellarspecter · 15 days

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stwg daily prompt 4/10/24: guitar

1.8k, steddie, modern au, guitar teacher eddie/guitar student steve (+ dustin as steve's brother)

so this is literally just me giving eddie my exact job and letting the plot bunnies do as they may. will be up on ao3 in a day or two once i've had time to look it over and think of a title but here it is! divider graphic by @saradika-graphics

“Let’s try that verse again, okay? 5, 6, 7, 8…”

The little girl in front of Eddie plays with the utmost concentration, her little brow scrunched up as she tries to switch to a D chord.

“It’s our little triangle, remember? On the — good, exactly,” Eddie nods and keeps strumming. “And to C, slide down to the first fret… 1, 2, 3, to E minor, yep, 1, 2, 3, 4.” The last notes fade into the slightly stale air of the practice room. “Good job! You did a lot better with your chord transitions this time. We’re about out of time for today, but try and practice that verse and chorus at home, okay? And then we’ll see about that bridge next week,” he tells her.

She nods with a big gummy smile. “Okay!” Eddie helps her put her guitar back in its case and walks her back out to the little waiting area they have behind the lessons desk. It’s honestly a little cramped, but before they hired him, he hadn’t even known that Guitar Center offered lessons at all, so it makes sense. He sends the girl off with her parents and a promise to practice every day before he slides behind the desk to check his schedule for his next student.

Usually he has a half hour gap on Wednesdays that he uses to practice for his band or chat with his coworkers, but today there’s a new name on the schedule: Steve Harrington.

“Huh,” he mutters. His manager hadn’t mentioned any new sign-ups to him. Maybe it was from online? With a shrug, he settles in to wait for the guy to show up. It’s 5:57, so he’s still got a few minutes.

After a minute or two of dicking around on his phone, someone calls out, “Hey, Eddie!”

He looks up to find his 6:30 student standing in front of him, an excitable kid named Dustin Henderson. He’s fun to chat with, and Eddie looks forward to his lessons — especially since it’s an opportunity to get yet another young mind hooked on metal. Sure, he’ll play and teach whatever is required, but he’ll never forget his one true love.

“Henderson,” Eddie responds, standing up and leaning against the pillar bracketing the desk. “You know your lesson is in half an hour, right?”

“I know!” He replies, chipper as ever. “I’m after him!” He jerks a thumb back behind him, and Eddie finally notices the most beautiful man he’s ever seen standing behind Dustin.

Dear god. If this is his new student, he’s absolutely fucked.

“Hi,” the man says, extending a hand when it becomes clear Eddie is incapable of forming words. “I’m Steve.”

Eddie forces himself to act normal and grabs his hand, shooting him a smile that he hopes comes off as confident. “Eddie,” he replies. “Munson. I play guitar.”

“I’d sure hope so,” Steve jokes, eyes dancing, and Eddie is fuuuuucked. Completely and absolutely. How is he going to be able to be alone with him in a tiny practice room for a whole half hour?

“Well, you’re in luck,” Eddie says, kind of operating on autopilot while his brain reboots. “It’s. Guitar Center.” He mentally facepalms and claps his hands together, spinning and walking them back towards the practice rooms. “So, Steve, what brings you here on this fine day? Are you Dustin’s… dad?”

Usually, his mom is the one to drive him and wait in the lobby, but it’s not out of the question that Steve could be his stepdad or something, with their different surnames. He seems around Eddie’s age, but maybe he’s just into milfs or something?

He can’t be single. The universe is never that kind to Eddie.

Dustin bursts out laughing. “My dad? Dude, he’d had to have had me at like, twelve!”

Eddie flushes. “Well, I don’t know!”

“He’s my brother.” Steve swoops in and saves him from embarrassment. “The Hendersons took me in when I was sixteen, that’s why we have different last names.”

Eddie nods. “Oh, cool. So I assume Dustin got you to take lessons too?”

Steve laughs a little, just when Eddie thought he could finally cope with his unearthly beauty, the dick. “Yeah, he’s dead set on us starting a family band or something. I told him I could just dust off my piano skills, but he insisted. Little twerp.” He goes to ruffle his brother’s hair, and Dustin expertly ducks — clearly a common occurrence in their household.

“Cool,” Eddie says again. “Well, you ready to get started?”

Steve nods, and Dustin goes to look around the store and mess with the DJ equipment.

“So, you said you played piano? How long ago was that?” Eddie asks as he ushers him into the practice room.

“Oh, years and years. My parents made me take lessons when I was a kid, stopped in middle school, so it’d have to be… ten years or something now? Eleven? Jesus, I’m getting old,” Steve answers.

Eddie laughs. “Oh, trust me, I get it. Every time I say I’ve been playing guitar for over a decade a little part of me dies.” They share a laugh as they both get situated on their matching stools and guitars on their laps. “So that’s a little bit about me, that I’ve been playing for over a decade. I didn’t go to school for music or anything, but I’m in a metal band in my free time, and I like to think I have a pretty good understanding of music theory and techniques after all this time, so don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” It’s easier than he’d expected to slip into his practiced first lesson spiel, but he’s still hyper-focused on Steve’s reactions, taking in every hint of a smile. “I’m actually self-taught, so I learned basically by just watching YouTube tutorials and spending a lot of time on Ultimate Guitar,” Eddie explains with a wry smile.

“That’s really cool,” Steve says, impressed. “I could never do that.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for, right?” It’s a familiar back and forth to Eddie. Maybe he can do this. “I like to run my lessons the same way — instead of learning some random two-measure exercises from a book, we learn songs that you want to learn, and through that we can learn some new chords and strumming patterns and techniques. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Steve says. “That was always the worst part of piano lessons. The music was so boring.” His nose wrinkles in distaste.

“Awesome,” Eddie says, and pulls out his phone, already open to his notes app. “So, what kind of music do you want to learn?”

“Uh.” Steve pauses. “I, uh, I listen to a lot of, um, pop? And, like, indie? Kind of just top forty radio type stuff.”

Eddie nods as he writes that down. “Cool, cool. Any artists or songs in particular? Or just pop as a whole?”

“I dunno,” Steve admits. “I like most of the popular stuff. Oh, there’s this one artist my friend has been getting me into — Chappell Roan?”

“Nice,” Eddie responds, somehow managing to keep from jumping with joy that he might actually have a chance with this guy if he listens to gay people music.

“You don’t… mind?” Steve asks hesitantly. Eddie looks up at him, confused. “I just mean, you don’t exactly look like you would love all that girly pop music.” He waves a hand at Eddie’s Metallica shirt, ripped jeans, and patch-covered vest.

Eddie shrugs. “Well, maybe, but it’s my job. You wouldn’t believe the amount of Swifties I’ve got, I couldn’t avoid it if I wanted to. And I mean, it is pretty catchy,” he concedes, if only to see Steve smile again. “And,” he continues, “even better, really easy to play.”

“Oh, good,” Steve laughs.

Eddie pockets his phone and reaches for his folder, taking out a sheet of empty chord diagrams. “So usually for a first lesson, we just learn a few basic chords, and then get started with our first full song next week, sound good?”

Steve nods. “Yep.”

“Great.” Eddie sets the sheet on the stand in front of them and pencils in two little dots on the first diagram. “Here’s our first chord. This is called an E minor. You wanna put your first finger on the second string…”

He goes on to teach Steve an E minor chord, then a C chord, then a G chord, and by the time they’re done learning D, Eddie thinks that Steve’s fingers are going to haunt his dreams. He’s not mad about it. Just sad that he won’t be able to see them in person again for a whole week.

They make their way through the lesson, stumbling from one chord to another, but by the end of the thirty minutes, Steve is already doing pretty well with his chord transitions. Eddie’s honestly impressed. He drops him off in the lobby and exchanges him for Dustin, who is bouncing up and down with excitement.

“How was he,” he bursts out as soon as the door is closed.

Eddie snorts. “He was good. Just learned a few chords.”

Dustin waits expectantly. “And?”

“And what?”

“And how was he! Like, was he excited? Did you have a good time? Are you guys gonna be friends now?”

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and takes a seat. Technically, he’s not supposed to be actual friends with students, or even talk with them outside of work, but with Dustin and now Steve, they don’t feel like paying customers so much as friends he’s doing a favor for. “He was good. I’m sure he’ll tell you in the car on the way home.”

Dustin groans. “Come on.”

“You come on. You better have been practicing, show me what you’ve been doing.”

With that, Dustin drags himself to his seat, and the lesson goes great from there, both of them distracted from Steve by the intricacies of Stairway to Heaven.

When he brings Dustin out, he’s almost taken off guard by Steve waiting for them. In just half an hour, he’d already forgotten his stunning resemblance to a Greek god. It’s honestly unfair for his memory to do that to him.

“Hey,” Steve greets them. “Had a good lesson?”

“Obviously,” Dustin scoffs.

“He did great today,” Eddie tells him, “And so did you. Just remember to practice, alright? Gotta build that muscle memory.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, too used to hearing it, but Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course. See you next week?”

It’s a simple phrase. He says it every day. It’s a contractual obligation that yes, he will see them next week. But when Steve says it, it feels like a promise. Eddie can’t wait to fulfill it.

“Yeah,” he breathes, mesmerized by the way the fluorescent lights bring out the green in Steve’s eyes. “See you next week.”

Steve smiles and turns to leave, picking his way through the aisles of musical miscellany. Eddie can already hear Dustin interrogating him about his lesson. He leans back against the wall with only one thought in his mind: only seven days until he gets to see Steve Harrington again.

He’ll be counting every single one.

#stwgdailyprompt #*writes #steddie #stranger things fic #will rb with ao3 link once it's up #i have so many little headcanons that i didn't find the space to include #read the ao3 authors notes once its posted to get the full over specific details of what i think eddie would do teaching at guitar center #he's just like me fr 🥰🥰🥰

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jadewritesficshere · 9 months

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Scents

Alpha!Steve Harrington x Omega!Reader

Synopsis: You come home smelling of another alpha.

Contents: territorialness (is that even a word well it is now), does this count as a hurt/comfort?, A/B/O dynamics

18+ only

You yawned as you opened the door to the house. It had been a long day and you were exhausted. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep. You still had the nest from when you had presented. You knew some Omegas would only build one during their heat then dismantle it after. You had just been so busy, besides it was kind of nice being tucked in and cosy.

You heard some clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. You peer around the doorway as you take off your shoes. Steve was putting dishes away that had been drying on the drying rack. "Hi Stevie," you say quietly as you slowly step into the room.

Steve turns and smiles a wide smile at you," Hey-" Steve pauses as he inhales. Steve's body becomes tense and he stands up taller. Steve takes a step closer to you," What is that?" "Huh?"

"What. Is. That?" Steve frowns, nose twitching slightly. Your normal scent of honey and nutmeg was hard to smell over the scent that was assaulting his nose. It smelled of smoke and cinnamon.

Steve's heart beat faster. It would smell okay except that's not your scent. And it definitely wasn't Steve's, though he has been told he had a hint of cinnamon before. No...Someone else's scent was all over you. Another alpha's scent.

Steve's jaw clenched. A low growl escaped him before he could hold it back that caused your eyes to widen. He cleared his throat and his hand shot up to rub at his nose. He trusted you. He did! But this wasn't the first time someone had left him and came back reeking of another's scent.

Steve couldn't help but feel his heart sink. He had tried giving you time after you presented so you wouldn't feel like the only reason he liked you was because you were an omega. He wanted to kick himself for not telling you sooner. Steve was hurt that you had someone else's scent on you, parading around without a care.

Your eyes looked wide and innocent at him. You poked his stomach," What is what?" Steve batted your hand away and glared, making you pout. Steve's scent was rolling off him, strong and...annoyed? Your nose and brow wrinkled in confusion. "That!" Steve snarls as he gestures at all of you.

Your mouth drops open slightly before looking down at yourself. You looked fine. You had on your jeans and your work shirt and- oh. Your coworker Heather had given you her jacket because a customer spilled their drink on you. You hadn't thought about the fact that Heather was an alpha. Or how Steve would take it.

"Oh crap, Steve I-," you cut yourself off, inhaling and exhaling shakily. You felt bad. You could tell Steve was upset from his stance. He was tense and looked ready to bolt or fight any second. His smell had bloomed with hurt, not annoyance. Well, maybe a hint of annoyance. A pit settled in your stomach at the thought of hurting Steve.

You fumble with the zipper in your speed to take the jacket off," Fuck! My shirt got wet and became see through. Heather gave me her jacket to cover up." You hastily pull it off, thankful that your shirt has since dried. You hesitate with what to do with the jacket for a second before tossing it onto a chair.

Steve stood there, jaw clenching and unclenching. He had multiple voices in his head yelling at him. The first was how badly he wanted his scent on you. How no other alpha should have their scent on you. The second was how he was thankful Heather had helped you cover up. Heather seemed like a good friend (albeit thats all he wanted Heather to be. A. Friend.). The third was how he had no right to get upset as you were your own person and he had no claim to you- you were not mates. Even if you were mates, you would still be your own person. But Steve hadn't gotten the guts to ask you out yet.

You bit your lip as your anxiety rose. Steve hadn't said anything. You both were just standing and staring at each other. You don't intend for the whine to come out. The sad noise that does escape before you can cut it off snaps Steve out of his thoughts.

He takes two steps and envelopes you in his arms. "Shit, no. I'm being a dick." Steve exhales shakily as he holds you flush to him. "No you're not. Just being an Alpha." You mumble into him, as you lean closer to his neck to smell his scent. "Still. I shouldn't...you aren't..." Steve doesn't know how to vocalize his thoughts.

You aren't his omega. He knows he shouldn't be jealous or territorial. Steve doesn't want to pressure you. Steve simultaneously wants to yell at Heather to back off.

Steve sighs," You aren't my omega- not that I'd own you! We just...aren't together. I'm sorry I-" "What if I was?" "I should- what?" You pull back to look Steve in the face. "What if I was...your omega?"

The silence that filled the air was thick. You felt like you couldn't breathe because of the anxiety welling up in you. You felt like your heart could burst out of your chest. What if he didn't agree? What if he didn't like you snd you had been seeing what wasn't there? What if-

"I'd love that!" Steve grinned wildly at you. He felt overjoyed as he pulled you back into another hug," I would love to be your alpha. More your boyfriend but-" "I thought that was kind of implied?" "Well, you know what assuming does."

Steve shifts his hold on you, not so subtly rubbing his wrist on your neck and shoulders. He was leaving his scent on you, a sign for others to back off. A happy trill left you to which Steve hums happily in response. You know a dopey grin was spread across your face as Steve rubbed his scent all over you.

You know the scent rolling off you is strong, same as Steve. You don't notice it however until the front door slams open and the conversation between Robin and Eddie stops. You turn to look at the doorway as Eddie exaggeratedly coughs. Eddie coughs and grabs at his throat, falling to the ground as Robin stares at how close you snd Steve are.

"The smells...the-" Eddie throws his tongue out of his mouth and plays dead, causing you to giggle (and feel slightly embarrassed). Robin sniffs at the air and shrugs," I mean I can sorta smell it. But it ain't that bad you idiot." Robin nudges Eddie with her foot before stepping over him and coming to you to, "Y'all smell nice."

You lay your head on Steve's shoulder snd hum. "Wait who's jacket is that?" Robin picks up the jacket. Eddie sits up and sniffs it slightly," is that Heather's?" "Yup. She let me wear it after an accident earlier." You shrug as Eddie gets up. "So that's why Steve's all over you," Eddie says smugly. "Yeah. Thats also why we're dating now." Steve pulls you closer to him.

A chorus of congrats, along with some teasing, occurs. You can't help but smile. You feel safe and warm. With your new boyfriend and your pack. You reek of Steve's scent mingling with your own, but you wouldn't have it any other way

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