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STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE LUNCHBOX FIC PART 2

He put the kettle on to boil, then set the ingredients out on the counter. Kiwis, left over chilli from last night, a wrap, quarter of a cabbage, cheese, the special trail mix he has to travel across town for, yogurt. Was that enough protein? Carbs?

The kettle finished boiling. He steeped his teabag in silence, eyes fixed beyond the kitchen window to that small patch on the lawn. He had taken a hand shovel to it yesterday, swung up and down and chopped up the kikuyu until a neat square had revealed itself to him. The back of his neck stung from sunburn when he'd lain down beside Tommy last night. Today he'd hack and slash a second square, then buy the seeds and sow them before Tommy could get up in arms about it'd look to the neighbours-colleagues-friends that they were growing their own vegetables. How it would look, common and subsistant, and that store bought was fine, better actually, since it came with a label and price tag. He should stick to store bought tomatoes.

Steve thought about the note in the lunch box. Tommy hadn't brought a note back since Steve had started making him lunch, when their parents decided on their courtship. Steve had once thought Tommy kept them, saved them in a memory box like the lovesick fool Steve thought they could both be. He'd felt sick watching Tommy crumple it up without reading from across the cafeteria, had left in a fuss and a hurry to stare at himself in the school bathroom mirror and drown himself in self loathing. He had been stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. And stupider still when he wrote the notes every morning since, unable to give up on the charade to himself or others. If he couldn't have that life then he'd fake it.

He drained the last of his tea, then rinsed the mug. He began to chop the cabbage. The note, safely tucked in his grandma's recipe book, heated the burn on the back of his neck. Tommy had given his lunch away. He'd done it before, no doubt, but for some reason the Alpha who'd gotten it this time returned the note. Had scented the note and returned it, and Tommy hadn't even noticed when he'd tossed the lunch box onto the breakfast bar when he'd returned last night. He layered the cabbage onto the centre of the wrap.

He began to grate the cheese. Steve wasn't mad at Tommy, for passing on his lunch or not noticing the other Alphas scent. Tommy had probably been passing off his lunch for years, Steve wasn't so naive to think Tommy cared about handmade lunches. And in a twisted way Steve was glad the note had traveled safely to his kitchen, had sat patiently till Tommy was in his office having a tumbler of whiskey before making itself known. Had told him someone ate his meal, and had enjoyed it. If the only acknowledgment he'd get was from a stranger, he'd take it. He layered the cheese over the cabbage, then the chilli over that. He folded the wrap closed, sliced it in half, then neatly packed the two halves in the first tin.

The kiwi needed peeling, and he slowly worked his knife round and round under the soft furry skin. Tommy complained about the hair on kiwis the same way he complained about the hair on Steve. Got stuck in his teeth, was offputting and disgusting and had no place covering up something - someone - so sweet and meant for his consumption. The kiwi was neatly sliced then stacked and tilted into the second tin. The trail mix went into a reusable cupcake shell, and the yogurt into a small Tupperware next to it.

Steve's notepad sat patiently on the counter, pen poised above it and tensed with thought. The alphas scent had been soft, likely from scent blockers, yet unmistakably peppery and dry. It reminded Steve of the dry grasses in fields beside his grandma's old farm house. In autumn, when hot dry winds beat the land dry in preparation for winter. Hed run out to the fields, uncaring for the cuts the sharp grass left, and huffed the scent up. It smelt different from anything in the suburbs, more alive than the rickety farmhouses thatch, but ancient in comparison to prickly autumn lawns. Beneath that dry grass sat a distinct peppery smell, like spices heated in warm oil. Pepper and... Lemon rind? Steve wanted to fetch the note out and sniff at it again, but reigned himself in. It was still early morning, he was still packing Tommy's lunch and he was still a doting hustband.

His notepad stared up at him, large and white and questioning his hesitation. He could write anything, Tommy wouldn't read it and there was no guarantee the other alphas would get it. Still, as pen went to paper and he carefully looped his letters, he hoped someone would read the note. Would acknowledge him and his effort, his love that went to strangers and came empty and uncaring home. Just for someone to read his note, to know that he existed, somewhere out there, and he made this lunch with his own to hands. He slipped the note into the tin, then clipped them together with a clack and set them aside for Tommy to grab on his way out. Time to make breakfast.

Sorry this took forever to get out lol, I was lazy and avoided writing. As someone who hasn't written creatively since highschool launching myself into a full multichapter fic was probably kinda a bad idea... But I always was more of a deep-end kinda person so I will persevere.

Taglist: @xxbottlecapx @goodolefashionedloverboi @stevesbipanic @monsterloverforhire

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Steddie lunchbox fic I joked about but then people liked it so now I'm. I'm write it now.

"Hey, Munson!"

Eddie ducked his head down before the blow could hit. Tommy Hagan was one of those men who never outgrew his highschool jock phase, and seemed intent on dragging the rest of the world into his football role playing; not so gentle head smacking included.

He blow never came, instead the heavy metal thunk of a lunchbox landed on his desk. He chanced an eye open, and took in the neat black tin box, no two boxed which stacked perfectly and were secured in place with a patterned cloth. He opened the other eye and instead looked to Tommy, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"the missus packed it up for me," the younger man explained, his eyes off to the side where some co-workers were gathering to make lunch plans, "real pain if I'm honest, how about you take it off my hands for me?" Then he grinned down at Eddie and clapped his should, too hard, like they were regular old office pals.

It wasn't like they were office enemies, per se, but Eddie had a distaste of Tommy and while the feeling certainly seemed mutual they were srupid enough to let petty distaste interfere with their pay checks. Eddie would certainly never do Tommy any sort of favour if it wasn't by obligation to his working contract, and Tommy had certainly phrased this as if it was a favor so... So Eddie instinct screamed to rebuff him.

Except it was lunch time, and Eddie was hungry, and he hadn't packed his own lunch because his fridge had probably three things in it max and he couldn't afford to go out to eat since most of his paycheck had already been dolled out to rent, his uncle, his savings, and he only had money for absolute necessities. Even as he sat in indecision he could feel his stomach writhing and slithering in on itself. Shit, had he forgotten breakfast to?

"Sure," he responded, and then quickly tacked on,"man." There was a moment of silence that made Eddie feel like he ought to crack a joke, but Tommy seemed to decide for them both that was a bit chummy, even for his sports team larping. Instead he landed a solid whack, right where the last one had landed, then spun around and jogged to catch up with the other Alphas on their way out to lunch.

The office had emptied out in the span of their conversation and now cubicles sat still with their roller chains sprawled haphazardly as if evacuated in some emergency instead of a quick shuffle in hopes of skipping the worst of the lunchtime queues. Eddie decided to forgo the company cafeteria and instead snatched a pack of cigs out his backpack and scooped up the packed lunch. He could eat on the roof, since the fire doors alarm hadn't worked since he was hired and nobody bothered going up there in the heat of the day.

It wasn't that Eddie was exceptionally antisocial at work, or loathed ALL his coworkers. He actually had a few friends, Jeff and Gareth in the IT department would tolerate him during lunch breaks, and they'd even met up a few times outside of work. They were cool, he liked spending time with them, might even call them friends in a month or two. But spending all morning on the top floors, in marketing and branding and surrounded by other Alphas, Eddie probably wasn't much fun to be around at the moment.

The corporate world and Alphas went together like honey and ants. The opportunities to compete and peacock were nigh endless, not to mention doing well wouldn't net you a hefty income for some extra peacocking on the side. Eddie wasn't like that, his Alpha didn't operate that way. So much so even he had been surprised when his second puberty hit and he dropped fang and knot. The kids at school had snickered and called him a half-bit Alpha, while others said he only presented that way because his sole guardian was a lone omega. It had hurt at the time, but looking back Eddie couldn't help but laugh. Maybe he was a half-bit, maybe he presented wrong because of some base instinct to protect his uncle. He certainly didn't prance around like the other alphas did, bickering and shoving like little kids fighting over a toy.

But maybe that was the joke Tommy was playing on him, Eddie thought as he popped the lunchbox and saw the note sat neatly to the side. Maybe Eddie was too much of a bitch-Alpha to get a mate, while Tommy with all his flouncing and team player make belive had someone waiting at home, making him lunches and writing sweet love notes signed with a kiss. Maybe the joke was to give Eddie a taste of something he could never have.

Goodluck with work today, please bring home some avacados for guac. Love you - Steve.

Eddie stared at the note in his trembling hand. He could smell the omega- Steve - from where his lips had pressed to the paper. Unmated. Surprising, but not unusual. Plenty of couples got married first, then sealed the bite later on. Some Yuppie thing that Eddie was far too romantic to entertain. If you loved someone, wouldn't you want that commitment forever? But the again, Tommy and his sneer around the word "missus" gave Eddie the impression he wasnt the "forever" sort. Further more, a male Omega? Most people were somewhat hesitant to be associated with one, if not outright hostile to their very existence. Far too rare to be ordinary, and far too Omega to be respected male Omegas were almost never on an up and coming Alphas radar of potential mates.

Eddie slipped the note into his pants pocket, and lit his cigarette before turning back to the lunch box. Black oval tins, two stacked and tied with a floral cloth. A bento, he realised, he'd seen it on the cover of house and home in the checkout line. The hot new craze in lunchboxes. Tha made him snicker a little. The floral cloth seemed odd, and stuck out against the black metal. The material was smooth and soft, like brand new. Huh. The tins themselves had some scuff marks, and one had a dent on its edge that spoke of a life of use. He set them down, side by side, on the laid out cloth. It looked fancy, but also surprisingly homey and inviting. It looked delicious.

The Omega- Steve had outdone himself. The top tin contained two halves of a prego roll stuffed to bursting with marinated shredded chicken. The meat was cradled between lettuce leaves to keep the bread from going soggy, and Eddie could catch sight of some glistening tomatoe slices in there. The second tone had an orange, peeled with each slice individual cleaned of any white hairy bits and laid on a bed of some gummy fruit candy. Apple sliced were laid in a separate tin, still shinning with lemon juice and not a spot of brown to be seen. Slid neatly into the side, half hidden, has the familiar pink white of coconut ice for desert.

Eddie could feel his mouth watering. Holy shit, did Tommy eat like this everyday? And if he did what was wrong with him that he'd give it up for some second rate slop at a restaurant? Breathing deeply he could smell the food, but beneath that something else, something tempting. Steve, his hands delicately pulling the chicken from the bone, slicing the tomatoe, cradling the bread as he buttered it, his nails catching and pulling off every white part from the orange slices. His hard work, his effort, laid before Eddie like some sort of worshipful offing. He felt high when he bit down on the orange slice, the caress of it's soft inner skin along his gums, like a kiss. The burst of flavour on his tongue, sweetness invading his sense so all he could see was orange orange orange leaving the bitter taste of citrus. He could taste, most importantly, beneath it all. God he could taste Steve. He could taste his love.

"Oh, thanks man," Tommy didn't look up from his computer as he said it, just kept tying away. "No problem man," Eddie mumbled back, eyes fixed on the lunchbox and he's straightened it on the other alphas desk. Every crumb had been kicked up, every smear of sauce sucked away. But placed gently, reverently, back in the top box was the love note. Eddie wanted to give Steve something in return, to thank him for sharing something so magical, so special with him. In the end he'd decided against it, could work up the courage to indirectly challenge Tommy like that. Instead, he'd pressed his lips tightly to where Steve's had once been, before returning it to its rightful owner.

The words Love You sat nestled in the tin as Eddie walked away.

Part 2 exists now

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Omega verse Steddie AU where omega! Steve packs lunches for his hustband Alpha!Tommy (a marriage he was pressure into) but Tommy palms them off on his coworker Alpha! Eddie and they start to secretly pass notes through the lunch box and fall in love. Sure this is based vaguely on my own parents marriage but I think it holds great shipp- why is my therapist here?

I wrote it

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A very loose interpretation of day 4 for @subeddieweek: Dress Up

More like dress down

Could be yesterdays brat Eddie too I suppose

Dunno how able I’ll be to get the rest of the days out this week. Went to the dentist today and I am bolloxed.

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"I'm glad you're here"

"Me, too"

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Prompt: The Beemer (Discord Drabble) Continuation of yesterday's drabble. But this one can be read standalone seeing as I contextualised right up top.

Steve startles awake at a loud and continuous banging sound coming from outside. He squints at the window, unable to see anything through the half-opened blind and his own tired eyes.

He sits upright, his stupid hip pinching again – an ache that got him into this mess in the first place.

Somehow, his car crunching into a log beam at a rest spot on Lover's Lake – all caused by his boyfriend's eagerness – resulted in a night on the couch.

He should probably consider it all a close call, he thinks as he stands up and stretches. The Beemer only suffered a crumpled up front bumper.

... He thinks.

But had been good enough to drive home, even as it emitted a rather brain-splitting scraping sound as they crawled their way back to Eddie's house, bickering all the way.

They had eventually tired from arguing and Steve crashed out on the couch just after Eddie stomped off to his bed, grumbling about their relationship, "lacking in sucking-face sessions", as if they don't do that at every opportunity already.

Steve shuffles to the door and opens it, only to be confronted with a much louder banging sound as Eddie hammers at the now detached front bumper.

He gulps, bracing himself against the door frame as he watches Eddie raise a strong arm, hammer in hand and bang, bang, bang.

Steve jolts at the sound – and not because a piece of his precious baby is being battered back into position.

No, Eddie's arm is flexing with every swing, his gloved hand clenching as he pulls back and Steve realises his hair is up too, tied in a loose, high bun.

A lock falls out and Eddie tucks it back behind his ear, wiping his brow in one swift movement before continuing. He readjusts his stance, his mechanic's overalls pulling taught against his small, slim waist –

"Don't worry," Eddie says. It breaks Steve from his grease-stained trance enough to look up and find his boyfriend frowning, "I looked inside and she seems just fine. I just gotta bash out this bar and your license plate."

Steve thinks he mumbles something in reply, but all he really catches is Eddie's flashy, impossibly charming smile back.

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id : a rendered digital drawing of eddie from the chest up, looking up at the viewer. he is disheveled, red lipstick and eyeliner smudged on his face, pink lipstick marks on his torso, shirt completely open and tie hanging loosely. steve's hand is reaching to touch his cheek and thumb at his bottom lip. eddie is reaching to hold his hand and kiss his palm./end id

choosing the color variation i wanted to share was actually difficult (more under the cut) and also bc its 1am and im getting confused, yeah the first hand is steves and also i forgot eddies tattoos. its fine.

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what if eddie is the one who teaches steve to properly slow dance bc it was something his uncle would teach him when he was small as a way of bonding with him bc there wasn't a lot of things he could think to teach eddie but slow dancing? easy peasy. and edie wanted to learn, bc he wanted to have a moment with someone where he gets to lead them around. and he finally gets that with steve.

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I feel like this lined up nicely

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Steve starts calling Eddie "Bo" as a nickname. Steve clarifies at some point "because of you and your sheepies... you know like Little Bo Peep?" Eddie thinks it's sweet and rolls with it.

Steve buys him a wooden shepherd's crook he sees at a flea market,as a goof but, much to Steve's delight and other's embarrassment(at first), Eddie really embraces it. Decorates it with rhinestones and little skulls, even has painted flames at the bottom. He walks with it nearly everywhere, proudly.

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be a doll

Here it is, day 7 of SubEddieWeek 🥵 now to nap for six years (or rather, regain my brain capacity to work on one of the other million projects I have going on).

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, But also, he’s kind of stuck in the middle, technically they’re both vers, Eddie’s really curious, Comfort, reassurance, Dirty Talk, handjobs, Sex Toys, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, you think you’re confused now just wait, Eddie Munson Has a Big Dick, Size Queen Steve Harrington, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Kink Discovery, the list goes on - Freeform, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Aftercare, Feminization, in the weirdest way possible

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Written for @subeddieweek, day four.

Teetering On the Brink

Prompt: Edging | Word Count: 554 | Rating: E | CW: None | Tags: Established Relationship, Edging, Sub Top Eddie, Dom Bottom Steve, Light Praise Kink

"Hold still," Steve says, firm, without any room for interpretation, as he grinds down again. Working himself on Eddie's dick, riding him.

Eddie reaches for Steve's hips, and Steve swats his hands away. Eddie whines low in his throat, needy. Steve has been edging them both for what feels like hours. It's an amount of control Eddie didn't realize anyone could have over their own body, over their own orgasm. 

Steve will ride him, fucking himself on Eddie's cock until Eddie can tell he's teetering on the brink, grazing right up against the point of no return…

And then stop. 

Coming to a total standstill.

Fully seated. Just the tip. Halfway in between. All of the above. He just stops, right where he is, and waits. 

Letting the urge, the need, pass. 

And that's what Steve's doing again now. Sitting stock still, and Eddie's cock is throbbing, buried deep inside of Steve. Just waiting. Willing him to start moving again. He's sure Steve can feel every beat of his heart through his dick. He has to. It's rushing in Eddie's ears, the thump, thump, thump of it.

Drowning out everything else in his head, except Steve, Steve, Steve. 

Steve's squeezing the base of his own dick, staving off his orgasm, denying himself, fully in control, and Eddie can't do a damn thing but float under him, and watch. 

Feel. 

And then Steve's moving, but Eddie knows he'll stop short, again. And again, and again. There are miles to go before Steve decides he can come, and before he decides Eddie can, either.

But Eddie's orgasm sneaks up on him, and he tenses, "Shit, I'm gonna come."

"No, you're not," Steve says, stopping, mid grind. Hovering, halfway down Eddie's cock. 

Eddie breathes, until it passes.

"Okay," Eddie says when he's sure he's okay for Steve to continue, and Steve slides right back down, locking them flush together again.

Steve leans forward and brushes the damp hair off of Eddie's forehead, thumb brushing against skin, soft and kind. 

"You're being so good," Steve says. "Making us both feel so good. I never want it to end."

And it might not. Steve's in charge. This is on his timetable. But he's still Steve. Still thoughtful, still wants to be giving in bed. He wants to give Eddie this, give him everything, and Eddie knows that. Knows this is for him. Knows that this is Steve taking care of him. Knows that Steve would have been just as content to sprawl out on the bed, and let Eddie fuck him. 

But they're doing this instead. This dance that Eddie enjoys. Gets off on. 

Even if it feels like torture.

Especially because it feels like torture, maybe. 

And he's doing it well, Steve said so, and the praise thrums under his skin.

Steve starts moving again, sliding slowly upwards, and then back down again. It's more controlled now, slower, and Eddie longs to grab Steve's hips and shove upwards, burying himself to the hilt. Or, jackrabbit his way to an orgasm, quick, and fast, and dirty.

But he doesn't. He waits, because he's good. Steve's told him so. 

And he lets Steve guide them back to the edge, again and again.

Eddie will teeter with Steve on the precipice for an eternity, and love every goddamn minute of it.

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I interrupted drawing Steddie to doodle Steddie 😌

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For @subeddieweek idk idk

I started this a while ago and opened it last week to finish it and got jumpscared by frat boy Steve

I just cut a little off because I donèt know how fussy tumblr is

Full on my twitter (18+ only)

but it's not fully explicit because I saw a chance to not draw a hand and took it hehe

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by Eddywow

“That’s so gross,” Steve said. But his cheeks were the funniest shade of red. Maybe it was just the heat of the shower. “You’re gross.”

Words: 6818, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Watersports, Choking, a tiny bit of sleep groping, Somnophilia, very light, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Friends to Lovers, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Unrealistic Sex, Alcohol, Friends being mean to each other

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I love how people appreciate Steve’s fat ass more now like you guys GET IT!!! Prettiest boy with the fattest ass!

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by ainsalaco

Growing up in a small town in Indiana, Eddie was ready to move on, to spread his wings and flourish in LA. With big dreams of getting a band together he jumps from open mic night to open mic night until one day he hears her. Nancy Wheeler is the bass player and back up singer for a local small time band. When Eddie steals her away for his own band, will they finally make it big?

Excerpt: “Nancy Wheeler,” Eddie slurred, leaning against her as she leaned against him. “Naaaaancy Wheeeeler.” “I’m right here,” she said, her words slow, like she was trying hard not to slur them together. Eddie burped and stopped walking, holding his gut and swaying a bit when Nancy stopped leaning against him. “Dude, you know what would be so cool?” “Uh, not puking?” “Yeah, that’d be pretty cool,” Eddie said, rocking back on his heels and closing his eyes, “If we started a band. You’re always complaining about your bandmates, and I can’t even find a good band.” Nancy chuckled and gently pulled Eddie’s arm. “Come on big guy, let’s get you home.” “Noooo.”

Words: 14980, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson & Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Asexual Nancy Wheeler, Paramedic Steve Harrington, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Fluff and Smut, Strap-Ons, 1980s inaccuracies, probably, Switch Eddie Munson, Switch Steve Harrington, muffing (it’s not as gross as it sounds, I promise