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Any fluffy, funny, or hurt/comfort steddie recs? I could use a pick-me-up

Hello! Coincidentally enough, I’ve just finished rereading all of starsdontsleep’s fics on ao3 and catching up on some newer ones I’ve missed when I stepped away from fandom for a bit at the beginning of the year.

I’ve mentioned their fics before, but truly I am obsessed with them. So fluffy and sweet. Truly an excellent pick-me-up.

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Here’s a crack flash fic (exactly 1000 words at that) that I wrote while drunk last night. Enjoy.

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Never Have I Ever

“Never have I ever…” Robin’s devious eyes shot towards Eddie with evil glee. “Sucked a dick.”

Eddie, of course, huffed and took a swing of his drink with a sardonic bowing gesture of his hand. Which then became a rude hand gesture—a bird for a bird, as he’d like to call it when he flipped her off—as he leaned back on his hand where he sat on the floor with both Robin and Steve. Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle had commandeered the couch with toothy grins, finishing their odd shaped circle in Steve’s living room.

As the only other officially out member of the Older Party, especially one who was not quiet about his adventures in Indy now that he knew the rest of them were safe, no one was surprised by Eddie’s drink. Neither were they surprised when Nancy, Miss Priss Prim and Proper, did not drink.

Steve would have shared a commiseratory look with Jonathan if Jonathan and Argyle weren’t busy exchanging a shrug and tapping their cans of beer together before taking a twin swig of their own. Which, honestly, also wasn’t surprising considering the whole situation between them, Nancy, and Eden.

Though, less Nancy nowadays.

Anyways, Steve would have shared that look were it not for the aforementioned events, as well as for the fact that he was too busy taking his own swig of his drink.

“Oh, gross, dude!” Steve and Robin exclaimed at the same time as Eddie’s beer and spit sprayed over where they were pressed together on the floor, shoulders and upper arms basically fused into one, after the metalhead’s mouthful of beer shot out immediately after Steve’s drink.

“What!” Eddie’s wheezed, staring bug eyed at Steve.

Steve gave him a trademark bitchy look as he wiped off Robin as Robin wiped off him. “Say it, don't spray it, asshole,” he snarked.

While Eddie still stared at him with a gaping mouth, Nancy just shrugged. “Tommy,” she answered his question, like it was old knowledge. Which, to be fair, it was to the others. Well, the others except Argyle, who just looked at Steve, shook his thumb and pinky at him, and gave an approving nod.

“Don’t forget Eric,” Jonathan pointed out, causing Steve to snap his fingers and shoot him a finger gun motion.

“Oh yeah, your old coworker at The Hawk,” Steve laughed. “Forgot about him. I wonder what he’s up to nowadays. Maybe I should give him a call.”

“Didn’t you say he had a small penis and an even smaller personality?”

Steve frowned. “Oh yeah,” he repeated, though much more glum. “Really just a…two dimensional dude. No substance. In any aspect.”

“W-wh-wha—” Eddie continued to stammer, staring at Steve like he’d never seen him before. “Since when are you queer!”

Steve’s nose scrunched up. “I’m not queer.”

“You literally just said you sucked two dicks and thought about doing it again with one of them.”

“Three.”

Eddie blinked, looking over at Robin. “What?”

“Steve’s sucked three dicks,” she said with a roll of her eyes like he should know this already.

“Who else’s dick has he sucked?” Eddie exclaimed, though it was muffled his knuckles he was biting down on in what looked like anguish.

Jonathan raised his hand with a shrug. “We figured it’d complete the whole situation between us,” he said, indicating Steve, him, and Nancy. “I sucked his dick too.”

“And how is that not queer!”

“Sheesh, Munson, haven’t you heard about sexuality being fluid,” Robin grimaced, rubbing her ear from his shriek. “If people don’t want to label themselves as queer, you shouldn’t force it on them.”

“Yeah, dude. Way to conform to a sexuality binary,” Steve huffed.

Eddie looked fit to combust. He spun around towards Argyle and pointed an accusing finger at him. “Have you had your dick sucked by Steve?”

“Nah,” Argyle sighed. “Stevie and I unfortunately aren’t like that.”

“More’s the shame, buddy,” Steve said with a sigh and a wave of his own beer can.

“Is there a dick you won’t suck,” Eddie grumbled, before adding under his breath. “Besides mine, apparently.”

Steve blinked. Though it was obvious Eddie hadn’t intended to say it loud enough for anyone else to hear, the alcohol already in his system made it just loud enough for exactly that.

A slow smirk settled over his lips as he brought his beer up for a drink. “Never say never, Munson,” he teased with a wink over his can, causing Eddie to choke. “Your turn, Eddie.”

Eddie, still staring at Steve with wide eyes and a flushed face, audibly gulped before giving a full body shudder. “Jesus H. Christ,” he mumbled to himself, though once more it was heard by everyone. He shook himself, cleared his throat, and shot Robin a glare.

“Fine. In that case, never have I ever munched pussy,” he said back, sticking his tongue out at her, which she returned before taking a swig of her drink. She then immediately high-fived Steve with perfect coordination despite their inebriated state.

And that would have been that, except…

“Oh, come on now!” Eddie exclaimed, looking thoroughly done with life as everyone else took a swig too. And that was everyone.

Nancy just gave Eddie her own little smirking smile over the rim of her can as she took a drink. She wiped her lips with a small shrug. “Just the once. Though…” Nancy’s smirk and gaze turned towards Robin. “I’m always open to a second time.”

This time, it was Robin who flushed pink with a small squeak.

Steve grinned and leaned over to high-five Nancy next. “Hell yeah,” he said.

“Is there anyone in this group who isn’t queer?” Eddie groaned.

“Dude,” Jonathan frowned. “Steve already said he wasn’t queer.”

“Yeah, man,” Steve sighed with a roll of his eyes. He paused then, sweeping his gaze over Eddie once more. “By the way, did you want to do the dick sucking tonight, orrr…”

Eddie let out another muffled scream into his hands.

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Season 2 Mike definitely saw Max as a love rival for Will

Another Byler from Mike Wheeler's POV analysis—(Unrequited love trope edition).

Walk with me.

Sometimes I think about how when the party went trick-or-treating Mike specifically told Will that he, "should have checked with him" first before letting Max join them.

It's just a very peculiar moment. Why Will?

Even Will was confused by this, lol.

We know that Mike doesn't like Max in season 2 (for reasons we'll look into more), but why did he make this Will's problem/ responsibility? Especially after only knowing of her existence for 2 days at this point.

He wasn't angry at Lucas or Dustin—or at least, he didn't expect them to come to him for permission—otherwise he would have said something to them, too.

It was Will who he felt betrayed by and upset with.

Heck, go ahead and take a second look at the first screenshot provided above.

Does Mike look angry to you?

No—he looks forlorn.

Let me break it down for you:

I'll start by saying when the party learned of MADMAX the screename, they were all equally interested in knowing who it was.

But when Max is introduced to us as a character (and revealed to be a girl), we get markedly different reactions between the boys.

In the first frame, they have no idea who she is or what her name is. All they see is a new girl. (Played by Sadie Sink mind you, who is very pretty).

Look at Mike's face: he already looks sulky.

The second frame is after they learn her name is Max. Once again, all four boys show some level of interest, but Mike remains sulky.

Then we have the recess scene in which the boys are watching Max, which is very interesting.

Consider the blocking and body language in this frame:

Look at Will here: he's just as interested in Max as Lucas and Dustin are (even if his interest is not based on attraction). In fact, he's the main focus of this frame for some reason.

Mike is the only one who hangs back, and his body language is completely different from the other three (hands in pockets, meaning he is distanced). He has no interest whatsoever and his facial expression appears agitated.

Mike feels like the odd one out here.

Will fits in.

When they "lose the target" Will is the one who spots her and reinitiates the "watching." Once again, Will is the main focus of this shot and even seems to be showing the most interest; his expression is bright and engaged.

He runs with Lucas and Dustin to the wastebin while Mike trails behind begrudgingly, not wanting to be left behind.

It begs the question: why is Will the focal point among the four boys in a scene about looking at a girl, if he was never intended to be a love interest?

I argue it's because we're seeing this interaction from a very specific perspective—the perspective of Mike Wheeler, who is standing back and observing.

It's also worth noting that Will's change in demeanor and energy here is extremely apparent.

He is noticeably withdrawn and low in spirits this season due to his PTSD (both literal and metaphorical if you count the MF as a metaphor for trauma).

And Mike notices. He’s the one who points out that Will had been "quiet today"—a detail the others miss because they don’t watch Will the way he does.

Notice that Will is disengaged during the science lesson (before Max arrives), while the other three are nerding out. Will previously participated in the science fair—it typically interests him—but his mood is very low.

Then compare that with his immediate engagement when Max walks into the classroom, and the level of interest he showed during recess. Mike would certainly observe this shift, paying as much attention to Will as he does.

In fact, once the distraction of Max has passed and the principal comes to collect him, Will's body language retreats again; shoulders hunched, eyes downcast.

What conclusion do you think Mike would come to based off these few short interactions?

(And these are the only interactions Mike sees between Will and Max before trick-or-treating together the next day. Mike hasn't even spoken to her yet).

From Will's perspective, this girl is just a novelty: a light-hearted distraction from everything else going on, offering a spot of normalcy.

But from Mike's perspective, this is a pretty new girl showing up out of nowhere and immediately raising Will's spirits: something he felt like he failed to do.

And so it brings us to the trick-or-treating scene, in which Will (apparently) joins Dustin and Lucas in their enthusiasm for Max joining the party, while Mike hangs back and then begrudgingly follows, not wanting to be left behind.

Are we noticing the pattern?

Then we have Mike's confrontation with Will (this happens after Will is seen filming Max, btw). He tells Will he should have checked with him about Max joining them and that Max is, "ruining the best night of the year."

Uh... what? What did she do?

He then storms off: inentionally leaving Will behind this time.

(He wants him to know how that feels).

Following this interaction, Will has a big scare with the MF—and of course, it’s Mike who finds him first. Despite his mood, Mike is still attentive and protective.

Mike behaves possessively when he finds Will, not wanting the others to get involved. He takes Will “home” (his home) so they can be alone.

What follows is a scene that, put simply, is about reciprocation.

Interestingly, Mike’s attitude toward Max shifts after this scene with Will—he doesn’t have anything to say about Max joining the party in the AV room to look at Dustin’s pollywog.

This is the girl who apparently ruined Halloween.

You’d think he’d still be unhappy to see her.

But after that conversation with Will in his basement, Mike feels more secure and reassured about the state of their relationship.

He's no longer jealous.

So now, it's apparently fine for Max to be in the party.

Well, that changes again.

The next notable interaction is after Mike realises the pollywog is from the UD. Mike immediately goes into protective mode. It’s not Will who storms into the classroom to grab the trap—it’s Mike.

It’s also (presumably) Mike who locks Max outside of the AV room when they discuss this, yelling at her that she can’t come inside.

When she opens the door anyway, the pollywog escapes—and (of course) Mike blames her. No one else points fingers.

Now, the boys were hesitant to reveal any information about the UD for obvious reasons, but here we see the recurring theme in the Mike/Will/Max triangle: Mike’s protectiveness (and slight possessiveness) of Will.

So, a recap of Mike’s perspective so far:

First gripe: You’re hogging Will’s attention (possessive) Second gripe: You’ve compromised Will’s safety (protective)

Then we finally have the confrontation between Mike and Max:

It literally starts with Mike telling Max to leave because she's in the boys' room. (Similar to his "boys only" comment in season 3).

Let's not get it twisted: When Max finally asks Mike why he's been treating her the way he has been, he deflects.

Mike, who always has a ready opinion and is not afraid of confrontation, is not comfortable sharing the real reason why.

It’s commonly believed that Mike simply didn’t like Max because her presence reminded him of El’s absence—and I see it—but after a closer look, I no longer agree.

Firstly, I don’t think it’s fair to assume that Max would remind Mike of El (or rub salt in the wound of her absence) just because they’re both girls. Max and El couldn’t be more different—physically or otherwise—and that distinction feels intentional.

Mike would never compare Max to El, because to him, El is incomparable—a superhero who saved his (and Will’s) life.

Also, in Mike’s mind, El is still in the party—he lists her name off with the other members.

Max wouldn’t be a replacement.

He literally just stated that she would be an addition.

Secondly, Mike never actually makes this connection himself. He simply offhandedly mentions El when he’s trying to convince Max she’s not needed.

So why does he want her to stay away?

And when El is finally introduced (both through conversation and literally) to this dynamic, what happens?

Mike and Max begin to get along.

They share a smile.

If Mike’s issue with Max had anything to do with El, the scene wouldn’t have played out this way.

It’s classic misdirection.

The misdirection is so obvious they lean into it—even having El herself misinterpret Mike and Max’s relationship, becoming jealous.

She mistakenly assumes Mike is interested in Max, just like Mike mistakenly assumed Will was interested in her, too.

They’re giving the audience a warped perspective, urging us to look behind the curtain.

Mike’s behaviour towards Max fits perfectly into Byler’s shared arc in Season 2: Mike is attentive, protective, and possessive over Will, while Will—consumed by the MF—can’t fully reciprocate that attention.

The “crazy together” scene is the only time Mike receives the same energy back from Will the entire season.

I feel like people forget that when they talk about how cute Season 2 was for Byler. Cute from Will’s perspective, maybe (supernatural plot aside)—but for Mike?

We get multiple shots of Mike staring at Will or noticing his absence (Mike staring at Will’s empty desk being the most obvious example).

That’s called pining.

Will does not invite Mike to his house or show up uninvited—Mike does that. Will does not hold Mike’s hand—Mike does that. Will does not watch Mike closely or check in on him constantly—Mike does that. Will does not become possessive of Mike’s attention—Mike does that.

In fact, they play into this unreciprocated affection trope pretty blatantly—when Mike bares his heart to Will, tearfully recounting their first meeting, Will quite literally cannot respond because he’s possessed—even if he wants to.

Not to mention—Mike’s recount of their first meeting is also (thematically) about reciprocation:

“I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes.”

Mike puts emphasis on the fact that Will said yes: the fact that Will reciprocated his feelings.

That is what he wants.

He wants validation that Will feels the same.

That Will won't leave him behind.

And what happens at the end of Season 2?

From a Byler perspective, this season is about Mike’s (seemingly) unrequited love for Will—and it directly influences Mike’s (very different) behaviour in Season 3.

So yeah.

Mike didn’t like Max because he was jealous, and coping with feelings for Will he feared were one-sided—and in his mind that was confirmed as true.

Why wouldn’t he be relieved to see El at the snowball dance?

Why wouldn’t he kiss her?

Why wouldn’t he immediately start dating her and pushing Will away?

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This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8

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I love these gifs so much I don’t even know where the hell theyre from

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Hey so I’m gonna change my name on here so it’s the same as my ao3 name! My OCD can’t handle that they’re different and it’s driving me nuts!

So say bye to katethetank and hello to steve-loves-eddie!

Sorry if it’s confusing for now! Gonna tag my regular people for my fics!

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On the topic of the Destiel Kisscam

Listen, I have an idea, go wild folks.... Inspired by this post from @werepires

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Dean wakes up to a cold bed, a hangover, and phone that wont shut up.

He blindly gropes around for the offending device, knocking the Vonnegut book he’d found in the dollar bin off his nightstand in the process, his fingers finally closing around the durable case Cas insisted he buy after shattering his third phone in just as many months.

It’s a good thing Charlie found a way to get them essentially limitless money, he can’t buy cheap burners anymore, not when he’s trying (in vain) to catch up to Cas’ score in Candy Crush.

He swipes at the screen with his thumb, still keeping his head stubbornly buried in his pillow, not particularly caring if he accepts or denies the call.

Of course, the moment the ringing stops and he thinks he’s in the clear, someone’s voice is screaming at him through the small speakers and he wishes he’d just chucked the whole thing out the window instead.

“Hello?” Finally deciding to bite the bullet, Dean opens his eyes and is immediately assaulted with a ray of sun peeking through the curtain and shining right onto his face.

“-EAN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?” 

He blinks blearily at the caller ID.

‘Claire-bear’ is the name that he reads, it’s right under a picture of Claire and Cas, where Cas, looking absolutely angelic for someone who’s now 100% human,  is showing the young woman one of his flowers while her face is scrunched up in the beginnings of a sneeze.

Damn he loves this photo.

“Morning,” Dean’s head is pounding too hard for him to scrounge up a nickname for her. He pats the bed next to him, expecting his uncoordinated limb to whack into a shoulder or face, “Cas, Claire’s-”

His hand hits the mattress.

Dean shoots up in bed, realizing Cas is no where to be fucking seen, and tips his head back with a groan.

Great, he gets to deal with an angry Claire all alone.

“Dean, are you listening to me!?”

“Nope,” He pops the ‘p’ at the end of his word, “Why are you calling me so early?”

There’s a scoff and a pause, she’s probably rolling her eyes at him (the little shit), “It’s 2pm.”

“No way,” Now it’s his turn to scoff, glancing toward the scooby-doo themed alarm clock Sam bought him last christmas as a gag (jokes on him, this thing fucking rocks) and realizing, with shock, that it is 2pm, “Well how about that… Why are you calling me?”

“I’m calling because the fucking FBI rang me up this morning-”

That has Dean out of bed and pulling on his robe, ready to run out the door in his pajamas, “What did you do!?”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He steps over his clothes from last night, the ones he didn’t bother putting in the hamper because he was a little buzzed and wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed, “Seriously, you want an alibi? Because Cas and I went out last night, so anything you think I did-”

“I know you went out last night! You were at that fucking mullet rock concert.”

“You better not be insulting AC/DC,” All other concerns are pushed to the side in defense of his music taste, “I know you have piss poor music taste, but Cas and I worked hard for those tickets, no stolen money or anything, and we had an awesome time, so you can fuck off.”

“Do you even remember what happened?”

Cas’ pajamas are discarded on their bathroom floor, he’s probably already dressed and out in the garden, “Uh… We drove like 2 hours to the concert, rocked out, I got wasted, Cas drove us back because the fucker somehow still can’t get drunk-”

“Anything else you wanna’ say about the concert?”

“You’re talking like Sam right now.”

“The kiss cam, Dean! You and Cas wound up on the freaking jumbotron!” 

Huh, oh yeah, he vaguely remembers seeing him and Cas up on a screen, they’d both waved, Dean had laid one right on Cas’ perfect lips, and by the time they broke apart the cameras were already pointed at some other couple in the crowd.

Wait-

“Claire, how did you find out about that?” 

“Because it’s all the internet can talk about right now!” Then she adds on, “And the FBI!”

“What…?” He opens up his bedroom door and begins to plod down the stairs, “The FBI called you this morning because I kissed Cas last night? Man, they’re a little late to the game.”

Claire at least waits for him to finish his snarky comment before she drops the bomb on him, “I got a call because my father, Jimmy Novak, who has been missing for years, was spotted being groped by Dean Winchester, the wanted murderer, by thousands of people last night. There’s video footage of it and, lemme’ tell ya’, even though I know my dad’s long gone, it’s still gross to have to see you and Cas going at it like that.”

Oh fuck.

That’s not good.

Cas isn’t in the kitchen when he runs in to tell him about the news, but Jack is, plopped down at the table, squinting at his laptop screen while he munches on a bag of doritos, looking every bit the community college student he is and not the all-seeing cosmic god that he was for a bit.

He taps his pseudo-son on the shoulder and mouths out ‘where’s Cas?’ as he tries to stay equally focused on Claire's rundown of the FBI call.

Jack barely looks up at Dean when he quietly responds, “He went to the store for fertilizer.”

Okay, that’s okay, he just went into town and-

“He what!?”

“Dean, what’s going on?”

“Not you, Claire, I’m talking to Jack- hang on one second-” Despite it apparently being 2pm Dean feels like it’s far too early to be dealing with something this big, “Jack, when did Cas leave?”

“2 hours and 47 minutes ago,” Unlike Cas, Jack’s still fully graced up, and thus can do things like tell Dean exactly how long his husbands been missing while simultaneously giving Dean a small heart attack.

“Son of a bitch,” He needs coffee- no, he wants coffee- he needs Cas, “Claire, hey I’m back, I gotta’ go, call me if you hear anything else, and send me those videos you saw.”

“Good luck old man, don’t let Cas get arrested.”

“What about me?”

“You’re not wearing my dads face.”

“Touche.”

Claire hangs up before Dean can even pull the phone away from his ear and, for a moment, everything’s silent, it’s just him and Jack in the kitchen, and he can pretend that Cas is going to walk through the door any minute and everything will be fan-fucking-tastic-

“Is this about that viral video of you and Cas?”

Son. Of. A Bitch.

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Will there be a pt.2 to this? Probably, Idk anymore, we're all just dust in the wind- Catch y'all on the flip side!

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Deancas coldplay kisscam scenario where the internet goes insane because serial killer Dean Winchester just got spotted alive and cosied up to missing person James Novak

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RIP to a fucking legend.

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Murder in the Heartland Part 13

Hey guys! We are back with another thrilling chapter!

We wrap up the case, go to a music festival, and find out what happened to Tommy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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Interviewer: Oh! Gosh! I mean we’ll probably have to cut that part out. None of your fans want to know that. Think of how many fans you’d alienate if they found out you swung for the other team.

Steve: You do, and I’ll sue you and the entire magazine. I have spent this whole interview telling you that while I appreciate the fans, I don’t owe them anything. And if they stop being my fan because I’m gay, then they weren’t really fans to begin with.

Interviewer: What on earth do you mean?

Steve: Joe Lockwood is gay, too.

~

When they got back to Indy, Eddie put the letter out of his mind and focused on the metal festival they were invited to.

He had met with Chad and handed over the case back to him. Penny had already got in contact with the firm and they were flying her out to sign the papers. Eddie walked away with semi-decent hand job and a check for five thousand dollars.

He split with Brian as he had promised. The dragon statue appeared on his desk the very next day.

Every moment they could spare away from the agency was spent in Eddie’s garage practicing, tightening up lyrics, nailing down licks and bass lines. Eddie didn’t feel confident about their gig, but they were as ready as they were going to be.

They installed the shell on Eddie’s truck and then packed up all their equipment. When they got there they were given a time to set up and do a quick sound check and when they would be performing.

“Well, shit,” Jeff huffed, putting his hands on his hips in frustration. “We’ve got two hours to kill. What the fuck are we going to do until then?”

Eddie put his arms around Gareth and Brian and grinned at Jeff. “We go enjoy the festival, man. Check out the merch booths, maybe get some food. We’re here to rock, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun too!”

Jeff blinked at him for a moment. “Right, what was I thinking? Let’s do this!”

They were walking around the grounds and just having a good time when they spotted Chad on the arm of a blonde bombshell. She was gorgeous and leggy and everything Eddie wasn’t.

“Oh!” Chad said when he caught sight of the four of them. He came to an abrupt stop, forcing the woman to stop as well.

She looked at him concerned and then followed his line of sight. “Oh who are you then?”

Eddie and the guys just kinda looked around at each other, unsure of what to say.

“Oh, Eddie and the boys,” Chad said brightly, “worked on job for the law firm hunting down an heiress for us. They did an amazing job.”

She looked at their metal gear and then back at Chad, clearly skeptical.

“We only dress like this when we’re preforming,” Jeff said with a disarming smile. “We look a lot more professional on the week day.”

“Oh!” she said brightly, sliding her arm through Chad’s to link them. “Which band are you guys, then?”

“Corroded Coffin,” Brian said proudly. “We’ll be up on the main stage in about two hours if you two are interested.”

Chad looked at the woman, who shrugged.

“I’m big fan of Diamond Trees,” she said, “are you guys similar to them?”

Eddie fist bumped her. “Oh hell yeah! I love them! We’re more metal and less...well everything else they do. But yeah there are some elements there.”

“We don’t scream,” Jeff said with a wince. “We tried to early on, but none of us could quite hit that level.”

“Not without damaging our vocal chords for life anyway,” Gareth added. “But not all metal bands scream, so we fit right in.”

She smiled. “Then we’ll definitely be there.”

Chad looked at his watch. “Oh shit, Julia! It’s almost time for DeathRiders!”

Julia lit up. “Ooh! Thanks, Chad.” She turned back to the Corroded Coffin boys. “It was nice to meet you all.”

And then they left. The other three did everything in their power to not look at Eddie. When he noticed he snorted and rolled his eyes.

“She could be a relation,” Eddie said with a chuckle and head shake. “And even if she isn’t, I wasn’t attached to Chad in anyway. I personally thought they looked cute.”

Jeff and Gareth glanced at each other, but Brian shrugged. “If he says he’s fine with it, then we leave it the fuck alone.”

“Wiser words that have ever been spoken,” Eddie huffed, throwing his arm over Brian’s shoulder. “Now let’s go have fun!”

Jeff and Gareth shook their heads and followed them to the next venue.

Then they made their way to the stage and began setting up their instruments. They went over all their cues for the sound and light booth and then they were ready to go.

Eddie looked over at Jeff. “You ready to rock?”

Jeff grinned back. “You bet your ass, I am.” He walked up to the microphone. “Hey, Indy! Thanks for having us! We are Corroded Coffin, let’s turn the music up!”

The crowd roared back.

Eddie started them up on their first song of their hour long set, leading them up into an epic opening.

God, he loved this. He loved being a private investigator, but this was bliss. Such elation. Such ecstasy. He let himself go in time to the music.

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Chad looked up at the band as they played their hearts out and his own heart clenched. He turned to Julia. “I’m gay. I know our parents want us to get married. But I can’t. I want that.” He jutted his chin up at the stage.

Julia watched the band for a moment and then looked back at him. “So marry me anyway. I don’t want sex at all. I’ll let you get your kicks whenever you want. Just use protection so I don’t lose you.”

“Why?”

“Because I get security and a husband who won’t pressure me to have sex,” she said softly. “And you get someone who doesn’t care you’re attracted to men.”

Chad watched Eddie and the band play for a minute or two longer. He let out a shuddering breath and then another.

“Yeah,” he said, turning back to her. “Let’s do it.” He paused for a moment. “Wait. What do we tell them when they want grandkids?”

“That I can’t have kids,” Julia said with a shrug. “And if they really press the issue, we can adopt.”

Chad stuck out his hand and she shook it with a bright, genuine smile on her face.

~

After the festival, Eddie finally dug into the note he had developed from the heiress case. There was just something about it that felt familiar.

But there was nothing like it in his files and he meticulously scoured through each piece of paper they had.

But it wouldn’t let go of his thoughts. What he really needed was juicy mystery to take his mind off of it. Sadly the next Steve Harrington book wouldn’t be out for another couple of months. “The Inmates are Running the Asylum”. It sounded really interesting.

Then the perfect case landed on his lap.

Madeline Kingsley came into the office and sat down in front of him, completely ignoring the other three.

She was a pretty red-head with sharp gaze and firmly set jaw.

“I need you to find out if my husband is cheating on me when he goes on these business trips to Chicago,” she said without preamble or introduction.

Eddie blinked at her for a moment and the laced his fingers together, setting them on the desk in front of him. “Hi. And you are? And who’s your husband?”

Maddy huffed at him. “I’m Madeline Kingsley. Well...technically Hagan, but he didn’t want me to change my name, because I’m an artist and that’s what people know me as.”

“Tommy Hagan is your husband?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Yes,” she said it as though it was something to be proud of and not a fucking red flag. “But ever since his father opened that branch in Chicago two years ago, he spends two weeks a month in Illinois and two weeks here in Indiana.”

“Is that usual for his line of business?” Eddie asked, racking his brain for what the Hagans did and coming up blank.

Maddy shrugged. “I really don’t have a head for finance so I couldn’t really tell you.”

Finance. That made sense, Eddie supposed. “What changed? What made you think he was stepping out on you?”

“You have to understand,” she said with a grimace. “We aren’t madly in love or anything. I think his parents wanted him to marry me because I was everything Carol Perkins wasn’t. Not that I’d cheat or anything. It was really about having money to pursue my art. So I really don’t mind when he’s gone. But last week I found out I was pregnant with our first baby. I thought he’d be thrilled. Giving his parents their first grandbaby you know?”

Eddie brought his clasped hands under his chin. “But he wasn’t? Thrilled I mean?”

She shook her head. “He got really upset and said he was going to his mother’s house. Only she called me yesterday asking if we were coming for dinner on Sunday.”

“Which if he had been home,” Eddie finished for her, “she would have known you were on the outs. Did you call the office in Chicago?”

“They said he wasn’t due back for another week,” Maddy said with a grimace, “and that he should be working at their Hawkins branch this week. But his office said he was out with a family emergency.”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “But since he’s not in town, what family emergency could he possibly be having?”

“Exactly,” she said firmly. “So I want to hire you to find out who the fuck the side bitch is.”

Eddie put his arms back down on his desk. “It would be my absolute pleasure nailing Tommy Hagan’s balls to the wall.”

She smiled at him and dug into her purse to pull out a check book. “I hoped you’d say that. I’ll pay you double your rates.”

Eddie stuck out his hand. “I believe we have a deal.”

Maddy looked at his hand a moment before she shook it. “I believe we do.”

She got up and left, leaving Eddie reeling. He almost wished he had Carol’s number in that instant because she would have loved the tea.

But then he had an idea. He pulled out the phone book and dialed a Hawkins number.

“Hello, Mrs. Perkins?” he said brightly when she answered the phone. “I’m not saying that you are still in contact with your daughter, but if you were, I was wondering if you would send her a message for me?”

Eddie grinned, listening to her. “Why it’s merely thus; please tell her that Tommy has been stepping out on his wife and has hired me to nail his ass to the wall.”

“Yep!” he replied, his grin getting bigger. “Just that.”

He giggled manically. “Oh you would? I’d be forever obliged. Thank you for your time.”

He hung up, clapping his hands and kicking his feet. Then he turned to his friends and partners. “So, gentlemen and goodly fellows, who wants to help me rip Tommy’s ass a new hole and expose him for the monster he really is?”

All three of them raised their hand.

“Count me in,” Jeff said cocking head in excitement. “That guy was a massive tool in high school.”

“Yeah,” Brian agreed. “For being such a short guy, he sure liked to pick on everyone he could.”

“He dumped my backpack into the school toilets,” Gareth growled. “And I was forced to pay for the ruined book and not him. My parents were pissed. So yeah. You bet I’m in.”

Eddie clapped his hands together and rubbed them gleefully. “Then we have an accord, gentlemen, let’s take this bastard out.”

The whole office went up in a cheer. Eddie started giving out orders and then got to work on the Chicago angle. Because he had a feeling that’s where the little sneak was hiding.

~

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big fan of rose quartz. i think we should have more rocks with just a bit of iron in them that makes them bright pink

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Some people drunkenly slide into their ex’s DMs.

Other people slide into the DMs of their favorite authors and scream about their love of the author’s written word.

Can you guess which one I am?

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Letters From Hell

Steve and Eddie become pen pals purely out of boredom. Steve begins to tell Eddie about the Upside Down through his anonymous notes. The notes only make Eddie realize that there’s danger at Forest Hills, and he doesn’t know how to keep himself, or anyone else, safe.

Warnings: None really outside of anything canon typical

Part 1 <Part 2>

When he came to school the next day, his fuck you still sat in the desk. Eddie crumpled up the note, shoving it into his pocket and ripped half a page out of his notebook.

He scrawled an ‘I’m sorry’ on the paper before drawing the little demon dog he saw last night.

He then drew a little arrow at the creature.

‘I saw this at the trailer park, not entirely sure if it was a drug induced hallucination. It killed a cat.’

…

In the aftermath of the fuck you note Steve was dreading his next gov class.

He couldn’t tell if it was his expectation of finding nothing in the desk, another insulting note, or the same note, left in the desk for him to see again.

But, when he pulled out the paper dreading whatever hit to his self esteem he was going to get now, he was horrified by what he actually found.

A demodog.

Steve pulled out another sheet of paper sketching the stages of the demogorgon.

Tadpole-esque to demodog to demogorgon

His drawings were much more cartoony than his desk buddy’s but they should be fine. He carefully labels each drawing with its respective name.

‘If you’re ever in trouble, I’d recommend fire.’ He writes under his life cycle drawing. Then a ‘WARNING DRAWN TO BLOOD’

He slipped the note into his desk, sure that this progression was worse than he expected.

When he left class he headed to lunch. Instead of subjecting himself to the Hawkins’ hierarchy in the lunch room, he found himself a nice spot on the roof to sit and eat.

He watched as people moved into and out of the building. It wasn’t until someone did so particularly loudly that he took notice, he leaned over the ledge to find Eddie Munson being shoved up against the wall, Andy rearing up to punch him in the face.

He took his pudding cup and turned it upside down, watching as the vanilla sludge dripped carefully from the container, soaring gracefully in the air, to splash directly on Andy’s head.

He pulled his arm back quickly to avoid notice, only hearing Andy’s chorus of swears and some scuffling in the aftermath.

When he heard the door swing open and shut and Eddie’s following raucous laughter, Steve smiled.

He got up and left before Andy could come up and discover him.

Steve didn’t like vanilla pudding much anyway.

…

Eddie was in an especially good mood.

The image of Andy’s pudding covered visage almost made him forget about the monster in the trailer park.

Almost.

When he got home, it was normal at first.

It wasn’t until he saw a kid playing with fireflies that worry lodged itself in his chest.

He sat, holding Wayne’s gun and watching out the window. He had moved a chair, sitting in front of the door, angling himself so that he could leap up.

When he finally watched the kid run back inside did he relax.

He moved the chair back and went to bed, gun propped next to the door of his room.

When he woke up the next morning, it was to Wayne coming back home.

It was strange because Eddie usually slept through his arrival home.

Regardless of the reason, Eddie wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep.

Instead, he drew last night. The small boy, Derek, he recalled, chasing fireflies, reaching towards the small flickering light amidst the dark atmosphere.

Morbidly, he created a small demogorgon out of highlights. It hid in the trees, in the place farthest from the light of the firefly.

Once he was finished, he folded it up, unable to look at it any longer.

He held onto it until Miller’s class, swapping out his drawing with his desk buddy’s note.

‘WARNING DRAWN TO BLOOD’ pops out at Eddie first. His eyes go a little wide at that.

‘If you’re ever in trouble, I’d recommend fire.’ Eddie doesn’t quite know how to react to that, just filing that information away for later.

His eyes trace the life cycle of the demogorgon. It hops between reptilian in nature to doglike, then humanlike.

It was like someone was flipping through a children’s book on animals and randomly adding that flower shaped mouth and slime.

It felt a little strange, not to have a person to look up at and go ‘what the fuck’ to. Maybe someone to give him a hug because learning that monsters were real made him want to curl up on his long dead mother’s lap.

Eddie played with the edges of the paper until they tore.

What was there even to say?

‘Thanks for the info’

‘I’ll probably run anyway’

It was only his own poverty that kept him and Wayne in the trailer park. Otherwise, the second he saw one of those things, he’d be running for the hills.

Eddie couldn’t help but imagine the abundance of people at forest hills. From the old man who always tried to make cookies for his wife and failing, making the air smell like smoke sporadically, to the little baby girl who waddles barefoot through the park with her mother less than a foot behind her.

There was danger in the forest and they didn’t even know.

…

Steve wished he could respond again before the weekend started.

Maybe scribble ‘hive mind’?

What could he even say?

Tell him to pray?

Steve wasn’t a religious type, but when he fought those things, each little bit of effort he put in felt like a prayer. Each swing of his bat was accompanied with that little animal in his brain desperately hoping that it would be enough to keep his life.

A little information didn’t seem like enough, but he didn’t have anything more.

He felt restless, so he left his study hall to ‘go to the bathroom’ but it was really to simply roam the halls.

He slowed down past Miller’s room.

He saw Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson sitting in his seat.

Clutching Steve’s note.

Steve hasn’t even realized he had stopped until Tammy is blowing a kiss at him and lavashing in the attention from him, not noticing that Steve was looking past her and at Eddie.

Steve’s eyes went a little wide and let his legs carry him away from the classroom, using the interconnected labyrinth of halls that allowed him to get back to his study hall without passing Miller’s class.

He couldn’t think, but the pieces slotted into place. Munson lived in the trailer park.

Maybe Steve could try to catch him, maybe do as he did with the kids and hide Munson behind him.

But most likely, Munson would bolt the second he realized Steve was looking for him.

He settled on slipping a note into Munson’s locker. He listed out anything that he knew.

He wrote down the weapons they used, what worked, what didn’t.

He borderline chewed through his cheek as he struggled to draw information from his adrenaline fueled interactions. Trying to look past the layers of panic, protect, and kill to find anything useful, like the snaily texture of their bodies.

Maybe they were like slugs? Dump salt on them and they die?

Steve feels his brain begin to hurt, a migraine coiling deep in his skull.

Steve’s leg bounced and he felt stupidly frustrated.

If only his brain worked like Nancy, Joyce, or any of the kids.

But it didn’t work like that. Looking at a math equation with his concussion made him nauseous.

He defaulted to any of the consensuses in the party on Demogorgon like the hive mind and Dustin training D’Art.

When he slipped it into Munson’s locker, only distinguishable by the faded FREAK written across it, he felt a little better. But his fingers still jittered nervously.

Later, when he held Munson’s drawing in his hands, he realized he should probably go to Hopper.

Like immediately.

When the bell rings, Steve bolts out the school doors. He jumps into his car and speeds the two miles to the police station.

Steve barely manages to calm himself before entering.

If he just barged in there like he wanted to, they would have written him off as a cokehead and sent him home.

Instead, he greets the woman at the front desk, who seems to be covered by an invisible sheet of weariness.

“Is Chief Hopper in?” Steve asks apprehensively.

“No, he had some business in the next town over. Don’t know when he’ll be back.” She shrugs, going back to the stacks of paper in front of her.

“Tell him Steve needs him when he gets back.”

…

Eddie was paranoid now.

He felt insane.

He watched the woods from a chair, with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and 5 lighters shoved in his various pockets.

He had a gun laying across his lap.

The neighbors would’ve called the cops at the sight of him, but luckily he was obscured by the slatted blinds in his window.

He felt the need to sleep tugging at his heavy eyes after hours of looking into the darkness.

He tried to fight it.

But, eventually, Eddie’s vision goes black and he falls asleep.

It’s the slamming of the door 3 feet from him that wakes him up.

He jolts away, hands automatically grabbing the gun.

“Woah, Eds.” A voice interrupts Eddie’s response.

It’s only when he looks up that he sees his tired uncle staring at Eddie like he’s gone mad.

AN. Uh so I got a job. I will have a nicely padded bank account for college but it does take away time from fic writing. I got my dorm too which FUCK YEA. And I’ve started watching 911 during work (I’m allowed to) and I love it so much, it’s such a perfect show because I’ve wanted my EMT for years. I’m going to try and get it next summer.

Tags for my sweeties <3

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file clerk

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'clerks'

rated m | 956 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: famous corroded coffin, normal dude steve, flirting, steddie getting together

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It’s a stupid job, but it’s a job. Steve just needed the job.

File clerk is a “woman’s job” according to both of his parents, but he gets paid better than any other job he’s qualified for and the secretary always brings him cookies on Fridays so he can’t complain. Not many people can say they get to file important documents for a record label in Chicago.

He’s met extremely important people. He accidentally spilled coffee on a guy who looked a lot like Ozzy Osborne. He wasn’t. He doesn’t think.

“Excuse me, do you know where studio five is?” A voice accompanies a loud knock on the office door. He’s usually alone for most of the day, so someone appearing in his little alcove is a bit unexpected.

He thinks back to the tour he got on his first day. He never really leaves the front hallway. He talks to Sharona at the front desk every morning, puts his lunch in the break room to the left, clocks in, heads to his little hole in the wall to file.

“All the studios are on the second floor,” Steve explains as he turns around to face the voice. “Oh. Oh my god.”

Eddie Munson is standing in his doorway. Eddie of Corroded Coffin fame. The guitarist who just graced the cover of Rolling Stone fully nude except for his guitar.

That guy.

“See, they told me one through five were on this floor. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted them.” Eddie rests his head against the doorframe and sighs. “Sorry for bothering you. You look busy.”

Steve’s still a little starstruck, but Eddie doesn’t seem to notice. If he does, he’s apparently not gonna say anything. He’s just gonna let Steve suffer.

“Actually, could you show me where the elevators are? I don’t wanna take the stairs with my sweetheart,” Eddie smiles at him, standing up straight.

Oh. So the rumors are true. Eddie’s got himself a girlfriend. Apparently one who is important enough to come to the studio with him to record new music. Steve lets out a breath as he accepts this information. It’s not like he had a chance anyway.

“Sure, let me just lock the drawer,” Steve accepts he’s going to have to suck up the ridiculous crush he has on this rockstar and be helpful. It may not be in his job description, but he’s gonna help Eddie and his sweetheart get to where they need to be.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? There was no one at the front desk or I would ask them,” Eddie actually sounds a bit like he regrets bothering Steve now, but Steve could use a break. Sometimes spending hours on end in this small room is enough to make him edgy.

“No, I need to stretch my legs. It’s a quick trip.”

Steve leads him out of the room and closes the door.

When he turns, there’s no other person standing by Eddie. Cool, so Eddie’s high and hallucinating. Steve doesn’t get paid enough for this.

“Where’s, uh, your girlfriend?” Steve looks around to make sure she didn’t wander somewhere she shouldn’t be. Honestly, he doesn’t care if she does.

“My…wait.” Eddie laughs. “My sweetheart is my guitar.”

Steve looks down to see the guitar case by the wall. It must be the one that’s from the photoshoot.

“Oh yeah. I knew that.”

Eddie smirks now, stepping into Steve’s space. “So you know who I am?”

It should be annoying that he’s so full of himself right now, but Steve knows it’s an act. Or the interviews are an act. Maybe Eddie’s good at lying and both are an act.

“I know you don’t record here usually. Your home studio is LA.”

“Yeah, it is.” Eddie grabs his guitar case and settles his shoulders. “We decided to relocate for the next album. Got a bit tired of the California lifestyle.”

“So you picked Chicago?”

“Jeff picked Chicago. We all do what Jeff says. He’s the smart one.”

Steve laughs. “So you’ve said.”

“He lives for the praise, don’t let him fool you. That’s why I talk him up in every interview.”

Steve starts to lead them to the elevator. “He seems like the leader. He didn’t mind you getting the cover?”

“What, of Rolling Stone? God, no. They suggested nudity and he bailed.” Eddie shakes his head. “Ironic considering he’s the most fit of all of us.”

“I dunno. I think you were perfect for the cover.

“The guitar was there to hide the fact that I don’t have abs,” Eddie laughs as they both step into the elevator. “I’m scrawny and pale and probably not what anyone wants to see naked.”

“I bought three copies,” Steve admits.

Eddie’s looking at him, up and down, checking him out. It can’t be mistaken for anything else.

“Why did you need three?” Eddie asks as they arrive at the second floor.

“Well, one is kept under my bed,” Steve hopes he understands what he’s saying. By the choking noise Eddie makes, he does. “One is for the coffee table. One is for emergencies.”

Eddie lets out a hysterical laugh. “What kind of emergency would you need a copy of my magazine for?”

“Horny ones.”

“Do you regularly have those?”

Steve leads him to the studio he needs, taking his time so he can spend as many seconds with Eddie as he can get away with. Once he’s in the studio, he probably won’t see him again.

“Since that article came out, they’ve been happening more often,” Steve smiles to himself. “I’m kinda into the pale and scrawny look.”

“Noted,” Eddie comes to a stop next to Steve. “When do you get off?”

“Hopefully tonight.”

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I JUST FOUND OUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS HAS A NEW BOOK COMING OUT HOPEFULLY NEXT YEAR WHICH IS BASICALLY A SAPPHIC WINTER SOLDIER FANTASY AND IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP PUNCHING WALLS AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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sorry (not sorry, alpha)

summary: O!Steve didn’t have to be late for his first date with A!Eddie. For some crazy reason, he was.

Rating: E; words: 3010; For @steddiebingo fill, ‘sub steve.’ Tags and CW: light D/s, D/s, O!Steve, A!Eddie, sub!Steve, dom!Eddie, bondage (furry handcuffs), teasing, finger fucking, orgasm denial, hurt/comfort, mild angst, mentions of voyeurism, slightly under-negotiated kink, nothing too hardcore but be warned 😉 Follows on from ‘Alpha watching, and how (not) to do it,’ but can be read standalone if you wish. Part 2 of Taming your Omega, an Alpha’s Guide.

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Steve kneeled at the window of his parents’ house, knuckles white where he clutched the sill. He peeped out to where Eddie was parked up in his van.

Last night, the Alpha had said, “I’ll be here at seven. Dead on. You better be ready, Babe. I don’t like to wait.”

Eddie had arrived at seven, exactly as arranged. Now, it was seven minutes past, and here Steve was.

Making the Alpha wait.

He didn’t want to piss Eddie off, not really. Whatever-the-heck he was doing, it was scaring the bejesus out of him. Like when he’d snooped on Eddie and his freaky friends from the bushes, he couldn’t seem to help himself. He nibbled his lip, remembering the sting of Eddie’s palm against his ass, wondering how much more it would sting if his skin was bare…

The frenetic thrash-metal beat radiating from the van stopped. The van’s engine, previously idling, revved.

Crap! Was the Alpha leaving?

Steve dashed out of the house, sprinted down the driveway. Eddie leaned over and swung the passenger door wide, and Steve slipped in.

“Hey there.” Eddie raked Steve with a swift once-over.

“Hey,” Steve squeaked, before freezing up.  Should he apologise for his tardiness? Yes, he absolutely should.

“Someone’s gotten themselves all dolled up.” Eddie’s easy smile instantly settled Steve’s nerves. “Looking hot.”

“Yeah? Cool. I try.”

It was the understatement of the decade.

Since his parents departed on an overseas trip that morning, he’d spent the whole day dressing, undressing, discarding rumpled clothes all over his usually neat room. He’d settled on his shortest shorts and a crop-top his mom didn’t know he owned.

Basically, he displayed a lot of flesh that had barely seen daylight since he’d presented Omega, apart from during solo swims in his private pool.

Oh, and eyeliner. He’d applied thick, black eyeliner and a touch of mascara.

Eddie, meanwhile, was wearing his usual Hellfire Club t-shirt and chunky jewellery, and jeans that left little to the imagination at the crotch. 

“You’re looking… um, astonishingly Alpha,” Steve said, at excruciating length.

“You’re welcome,�� said Eddie, as Steve mentally facepalmed. “It’s a service I provide.”

“By that, I mean same outfit as ever,” added Steve, faintly snarky.

“You wound me! These pants are my Sunday best.” Eddie’s smirk sizzled. “You ain’t seen the rip in the seat. I’m flashing nearly as much butt-cheek as you are, Princess.”

Princess?

Eddie yanked the hand-break, pulled off down the driveway. When Steve finished giggling and blushing madly, they agreed to go grab some food.

By eight o’clock, they were settled in a booth in the corner of a diner, waiting for their cheeseburgers and fries. Steve hunched in on himself, hiding away from public view behind the bulk of Eddie’s body.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” Eddie coaxed, scooping Steve against his thigh. “You’ve been lurking in bushes for waaay too long. You’re the pretty little birdie everyone wants to see.”

This was apparently true. Glancing around the diner, Steve spotted people peeping their way, some of them whispering behind hands. With Eddie, he found… Wow, for the first time in forever, he didn’t give a damn. By the time he was sitting on Eddie’s lap, letting the Alpha feed him warm churros, he basked in the attention like he was back on the basketball court.

“They’re staring because you’re so darn gorgeous,” Eddie husked. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell them you’re a class A nerd.”

“What?” Steve squirmed on Eddie’s thighs, which… Ooooh, yeah, he could get used to the feel of that Alpha dick slabbed beneath him. “I am not.”

“You take Will Byers birding, Babe.” Eddie wet-kissed Steve’s burning cheek. “Henderson tells me you’ve been doing his music homework all semester.”

Steve tossed one hand in the air. “I totally owed him! He did all my science assignments in senior year.”

“You too? Chill! Your secrets are safe with me.”

“What about your secret, huh? Henderson, Byers… heck, the lot of ’em are right about one thing.” Steve ghosted his lips against Eddie’s ear. “You might’ve presented uber-Alpha and all, but you’re really not as scary as you look, Eddie Munson.”

“You baiting me, Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue darted nervily around his cinnamon-coated mouth.

After dinner, they wound up in a grungy bar, which Steve figured he ought to hate.

He loved it.

There was a live band playing, mega-loud and super-ugly, and a ton of sweaty bodies moshing on the floor. Nobody seemed to be wearing blockers, and the air blistered with aggressive Alpha scents. He seized Eddie’s hand and tugged him into the grinding pit. They both got high headbanging, and Steve unleashed long-hidden moves like a fucking diva.

Yeah, people stared at them. ‘Course they did. Eddie yelled above the noise, “See, Princess? The cutest Omega in Hawkins never needs to hide.”

He almost purred, shimmying around Eddie before basically dry humping his thigh. He might not be King Steve anymore. He was Eddie’s ‘Princess’ now, and it felt perfect.

“You keep treating me as a prop for your pole-dance,” yelled Eddie, “I’m gonna pop a knot.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Steve was getting pretty sticky between the thighs. “You gonna move this date on, or you gonna bone me here in the bar?”

It was a joke.

“Would you like that, Princess? Me to fuck you where everyone can cheer us on? Shall I invite some of our old school chums here to join in, hump you silly?”

Eddie was joking too. Right?

Yeah, Steve wanted Eddie to bone him. Yeah, he had fantasies about multi-hole fuckings. He was an Omega, after all. They’d evolved to be humped by whole packs. On the other hand, he didn’t want to do that in front of an entire pep rally, and it would be his first time… and… and… Suddenly, the beat was skull-crackingly loud, the sweaty bodies too close, and he could barely breathe, and… and…

“Ssssssh.” Eddie’s arms braced Steve tightly, and he guided him off through the crowd. “Think we’d better get you back to your nest, little birdie.”

Once they’d gotten outside, the fresh air revived Steve, and he found himself pouting. Was Eddie really gonna take him home? After all the dirty talk and the dirty dancing? He huddled in the corner of his seat in the van, pleading with wide eyes. Eddie leaned over and pulled Steve’s seatbelt across him, like he was a kid. Too soon, Eddie pulled up Steve’s driveway and killed the engine.

“Mommy and daddy out of town tonight?”

Steve’s pulse leaped. He nodded.

“You gonna put yourself to bed and sleep tight like a good little Omega?” Eddie flashed his filthiest grin. “Have more naughty dreams about me?”

“Seriously?” spluttered Steve. Was he gonna have to beg?

Eddie’s fingers drummed the dashboard.  “You ever been with an Alpha?”

“Yeah. Sort of? I fooled around with Tommy a few times, and…” Why the hell was he lying about this of all things? He hated lying to Eddie! “Uh, no, I haven’t.”

“You were scared when I picked you up tonight. I smelled it, Steve. Why?”

“I… I… I don’t remember.” Was that a lie too? Steve was so muddled, he hardly knew.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed: “You frightened now?”

Yeah, he was, so he garbled: “A teeny bit, but said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’re really not that scary, Munson.”

“Good. I wanna play a little game. You’re a fan of games, right? You wanna play?”

“Sure.”

That filthy grin returned. “Most excellent.”

Eddie jumped out of the van, came around to Steve’s door. Then grabbed him and tossed him over one shoulder. Some excited squealing and a sharp-ish swat on the ass later, Eddie deposited Steve in the back of the vehicle.

Then slammed some pink furry handcuffs around one of Steve’s wrists.

Steve’s entire Omega form turned floppy and limp, letting the Alpha do what he pleased with him. Eddie cuffed him to a strap dangling from the roof, with his wrists artfully crossed over and raised slightly above his head.

“What the hell?” Steve’s brain finally caught up. “Don’t I get a safe word?”

“You want me to stop, Babe, then you ask me to stop.” Steve’s mouth hung open. Eddie stood back, arms folded to perfectly display those sizzling tats, admiring his handiwork. “Do you want me to stop?”

Steve tested the cuffs slightly. They were thickly padded, and the fur felt nice and fluffy. He guessed the strap and the other bars and buckles he spotted were for securing some of the band-kit strewn about. Unless bondage was a regular hobby of Eddie’s, which was possible.

Steve felt helpless for sure, utterly at Eddie’s mercy. With his parents gone, nobody even knew he was here. Did he want out?

He shook his head.

“Answer me properly, Omega,” growled the Alpha, with the merest twitch of a wink. “Do you want me to stop? You can have a safe word if you prefer.”

“I don’t want you to stop anything, Alpha.”

Eddie pinched Steve’s chin, gently tipping it. “You trust me, Omega?”

“Yes.” He honestly did. A trust carved deep as his bones.

“Would you like me to touch you?”

“Like, freakin’ hours ago!” Eddie’s sharp squeeze of Steve’s jaw stopped short of pain. “Y-yes, please, Alpha.”

“Good boy. You’re learning to be such a good little Omega for me.”

Steve couldn’t repress another excited squeal. Eddie stooped to plant a sloppy open-mouthed kiss on Steve’s scent gland, Steve’s head lolled back, and he was in ‘bite-me-now’ mode—total mush. Eddie’s fingers and lips were everywhere. He licked Steve’s throat, hands dusting tantalizingly around the tender skin at Steve’s exposed midriff before toying with the waistband of Steve’s shorts.

Steve’s eyes watered at the yumminess, his toes curled. When Eddie stooped to kiss the skin in the curve of his elbows, he was pretty sure his entire body had transformed into an erogenous zone. The mess of slick between his legs was something else. He rolled his hips, going bat-crap crazy for friction.

“Alpha,” he whined.

“Take it easy, Omega.” The Alpha’s firm grip of Steve’s hips calmed his agitated wriggling. Meanwhile, another tender open-mouthed kiss, this time over Steve’s bellybutton—which Eddie lightly tongued—triggered another epic gush of slick. Jesus, would he have any bodily fluids left?

“So pretty and soft,” cooed the Alpha, now kneeling in worship of Steve’s tummy. “Gonna look so sweet with a pup in it one day. Hope it’s gonna be mine.”

“Yes, yes, Eddie, pleeeeease, yes!” Steve waggled around frantically, as if this might suck Eddie’s attentions between his legs.

“My apologies, Sweets. We’re getting ahead of ourselves.”

“No! Want! Want your…” Actually, Steve didn’t want a pup quite yet. On the other hand, he needed Eddie’s dick. Inside him. Now. “Alpha,” he whined, “this is fucking torture!”

Eddie arched a brow. “You want me to stop?”

“No! I want you to get on with it!”

“As you command, Princess.” Eddie peeled Steve’s shorts down, and Steve choked out a sob of relief. Eddie aided him in his frantic effort to kick off his sneakers, lifting his feet for him, and then the shorts were gone too. “Phew, that’s one fragrant floodtide of slick, Omega.”

Eddie was nose-to-nose with Steve’s virgin pussy, and yeah, Steve felt exposed. Super-vulnerable. He’d never been stripped in front of an Alpha before, let alone this. Screw it, tho’, he was through with hiding or being ashamed of his Omega-ness. Plus, he was literally too far gone to care.

Eddie slid a hand between his thighs, lightly massaging the damp skin.

“Please… please… please, Alpha. Up a bit! Christ, Munson, do you even know where it is?”

“Stop wriggling, brat, or I’m never gonna find it.”

Eddie skimmed Steve’s soaking slit, and Steve quivered with want. Eddie was so gentle, too gentle. He scrubbed himself against Eddie, remembered he wasn’t supposed to after the Alpha literally hissssssed, then… YES, YES, YEEEEEES! Eddie skimmed around his opening, skimmed and circled like a freakin’ eagle, before finally dipping inside.

“Ugh… please… more… more… more.”

It was all Steve could squeeze out between his rattling breaths. After some casual exploration, Eddie got maybe a second digit there, fingerfucking leisurely, curling and twisting.

Sparks of bliss began to catch. Then fizzle out.

“M-more, please?”  Nope, Steve hadn’t missed the epic bulge at the front of Eddie’s jeans, and… Gnnng, what wouldn’t he give? If he could even hold off that long.  “Christ, bang me already!”

Eddie’s fingers slid from him in a rush. Steve’s knees sagged, and Eddie jumped to catch him, one arm sweeping around his waist.

“Don’t… stop… I’m… getting close… huh?”

His senses reeled dizzily. His pussy felt gaping, empty, the air licking cooly against his wetness. Eddie got right in his face, looking… Okay, no denying it now. Eddie looked terrifying, baring his Alpha fangs.

“Let’s think about those eight minutes, Omega.”

“What?” Steve chafed his thighs together, attempting to relieve those little-death quivers. “Oh! This is about me being late? Yeah, I was tardy. I’m sorry, Alpha. Jesus, I need to come!”

“I know, Princess.” Eddie tapped between Steve’s legs, and he parted them again. Rather than getting back to business, Eddie whipped out more accursed furry cuffs. Before he’d figured out what was happening, Steve’s ankles were spread apart, securely fastened to some bars positioned behind him.

“Eight minutes, Omega,” growled Eddie. With a slam of the doors, he was gone.

Steve shuddered, his knees sagging slightly, which tugged at his shoulders and wrists.

Ouch.

He scrambled his legs straighter.

Oh. God.

This was actual torture. He couldn’t fully close his legs. His slick still streamed, as did the cold sweat on his brow and the nape of his neck.

“Eddie? Alpha, I’m sorry! Pleeeease?”

No answer.

He sobbed a little, surely loud enough for Eddie to hear outside the van. Whimpered and whined, louder again.

Nope. Nothing.

“Knot-head,” he muttered, tho’ as his need to orgasm faded, a different sort of honeyed warmth gathered in his chest. It was crazy, but he felt okay. Safe, even. Safer than he usually felt in the dark of night, rattling around his parents’ isolated house.

He figured he could shout out, beg Eddie to make it stop. It was all Eddie said he needed to do, right? On the other hand…

If this is what your Alpha sees fit to give you, Harrington, it’s gonna be fine.

He slumped backward and belatedly realized he could rest his butt against the van’s side. More comfortable, he drifted into some weird kind of semi-aroused doze, even leaked a little fresh slick. Eddie’s oaky-smoky scent was so thick in here, he could practically chew on it.

Yum.

The eight minutes stretched on. And on. Steve blinked himself back to the present.

A yellow lightbulb flickered and buzzed.

Surely it was now more than eight minutes.

What if Eddie had gone to fetch the rest of Corroded Coffin to come see him strung up like this? Steve didn’t hate that idea as much as he ought.

Or maybe Eddie had actually ditched him.

What if Eddie had decided to leave him for eight hours? What sort of wretched mess would he be in then, with his hair wrecked and his make-up smeared all over his face? For the first time that night, he felt cold, icy shivers racing down his spine. What if he fell asleep, properly passed out, and wrenched his shoulders from their sockets?

“Eddie,” he whimpered, terrified at how small his voice sounded. “Alpha, please? Eddie, I can’t! I’m scared! I want it to stop!”

The van doors flew open. Eddie’s arms were around him in an instant, stroking and soothing him. He supported Steve’s weight as he freed his wrists and ankles, allowing Steve to flop, boneless, over one shoulder.

“I’m s-sorry, Alpha. I won’t be late again for you. I promise.”

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. It’s okay.” Eddie rubbed Steve’s back, soothed and let him sniffle. He cleaned the mess between his legs with a damp cloth and helped Steve slide his shorts back on. Then he lifted Steve into his lap, huddling him close and rocking him.

“You’ve done so good, Omega.”

Steve’s head rested on Eddie’s shoulder, with the Alpha’s scent gland a mere twitch away. After the epic adrenaline rush, the crash into this boneless state was delicious and strangely drugging. As was Eddie petting his hair, skimming those cool rings down his clammy cheek, whispering how ‘good’ Steve had been, and then:

“You’re beautiful, Steve Harrington. Shall we call that Lesson 1? You’re as beautiful as you ever were, and you deserve to be seen. Lesson 2, you ask me for something, good, bad or totally metal, I’m gonna give it you if I can. Careful what you wish for, huh? Lesson 3, some parts of you only I get to see, Omega. Unless… we both decide to share you.”

“Lessons from Eddie Munson?” mumbled Steve, peeping up at Eddie through his wet lashes. “Like, seriously, dude? Thought we finally graduated from that shit?”

The pat on Steve’s ass-cheek wasn’t sharp enough to even approach a spank. He purred lazily anyhow, and then he was too sleepy to ask the question that was slightly bugging him.

What exactly did Lesson 3 mean? 

Whatever.

He’d enjoyed tonight. All of it, really. Including having Eddie carry him into the house and tuck him up in bed, as he did now.

“You’re such a softie,” murmured Steve.

Eddie brushed his hair from his brow then kissed it. “You baiting me again, Omega?”

“Honestly, I haven’t a fucking clue.”

Eddie slid beneath the covers and snuggled Steve, arranging them both ridiculously chastely. Burrowed into his Alpha’s chest, a strange sense of joy washed through Steve. He let out a long, shuddering sigh, and then he cried a little.

When Eddie whispered, “I got you, Baby,” Steve trusted him so hard.

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I thought of a funny/sad idea at nearly 5am. I couldn't sleep and my mind supplied me with this:

To add a little more context:

Eddie is only there because of his dad, stealing from the Harrington's was his idea. I'm not sure why Gareth got roped into it, but he's important to my Steve/Gareth friendship agenda, duh.

Steve tells them to come back later, preferably at a reasonable time, and they could all make a day out of getting rid of his parents decor.

That's all. I'm probably going to go back to sleep now 💀

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