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stevieschrodinger · 1 month

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TW for Eddie getting hurt (but he's okay). And Human Trafficking.

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Steve leans against Carol's desk, "here are your messages, I fobbed off the Times interview - they're going to email you their questions instead." He's listening to Carol, but he's watching, frowning.

There's a man in his office.

"Lunch call with the Singapore office is on. Your suite for the gala is back from the dry cleaners, it's in your bathroom."

"Right, the gala," Steve answers absently. It's a corner office, lots of glass, so it's impossible to miss the man in his office. The man who is calmly, right now, looking at the framed photo Steve has of his parents. It's basically a prop, Steve never got on with them, but that is not the point. Some random guy is touching Steve's shit.

"And my nine thirty?"

"Had to move it, don't worry, they were fine about it."

"Right," Carol's leaning over the desk now, watching the man right along with Steve, "I assume that's why you had to cancel my nine thirty."

"Uh hu," she's tapping her nails on the top of the desk, and she's so fucking infuriating, if she wasn't so fucking good at her job Steve would have booted her years ago.

"You're going to make me ask aren't you??

Carol gives him a massive shit eating grin, "ask what, sir?"

"Jesus fucking christ," Steve sighs, "who is that in my office."

"Not sure," Carol shrugs, grinning because she's pleased she's being such a dick, "security brought him up," she leans over the desk, whispering like she's imparting a secret, "pretty sure they said something that sounded like FBI."

And then she sits down, tapping at her computer and painting her nails or doing whatever it is she does all day. Harassing mail boys, probably. God she's like a fucking shark, but that what Steve gets, he wanted a competent secretary, what he got was a fucking guard dog.

Steve's not complaining. He'd been weary of hiring a female Alpha and then shoving her behind a desk, but it turns out Carol is terrifyingly efficient and fucking fearless, so it's kind of a win win.

Steve stares at the man in his office for a second longer, trying to figure out what the fuck he's done. he wonders if he's somehow accidentally committed major tax fraud, or something. He's pretty sure he hasn't, but the panic spiral is sitting there, looking inviting, anyway.

Steve goes into his office, and the man turns. He's tall, well built, kind of portly with age, maybe, but Steve still wouldn't fuck with the guy. He's not wearing blockers of any sort, so Steve's office now smells of strange, uninvited, Alpha. Great.

"Jim Hopper," he says, extending his hand, "FBI."

"Steve Harrington," Steve replies, even though he's certain it's pointless, this guy knows exactly who he is.

The guy is already producing paperwork as Steve takes his seat on the other side of his desk, "standard non disclosure, Mr. Harrington."

Steve gives it a once over, he's signed enough of these, and been involved with the legal team enough, that he feels confident enough. He signs it, knowing he won't get any answers until he does.

"I'll get right to it, time is tight. I've been working to dismantle an Omega trade ring for nearly eighteen months now. We're almost ready to move, teams are in place, inks drying on the warrants, cells are all picked out."

Steve nods, okay. He knew Omega trade was a thing, a barbaric, highly illegal thing. Human trafficking of the worst form, he gestures for Hopper to continue.

"If we go in now, we will likely get a few of the higher ups, we'll rescue approximately two dozen Omega, it'll be a success." Steve goes to speak, wondering what the fuck this has to do with him, Hopper waves him down, "we've been here before; I've made this mistake once before. If we don't get the people at the top, this thing will grow back in a years time. I want them all."

Steve gets that. His head is spinning a little. He knows things like this go on, you see about it on the news, but it does sound a bit...like a spy movie.

Hopper puts a photograph on Steve's desk, "you know this man?"

And Steve does. They're not what Steve would call friends; more of a good tempered rivalry. And yeah, Steve had Daddy's money, but Tommy had his Daddy's company. They came up at the same time, went after the same deals. Move in the same circles, Steve's known him for years. Steve's disliked him for years, "you're not suggesting Tommy Hagan is...the head of some sort of, human slavery outfit?" Knowing how ruthless Tommy can be, how questionable his methods are...Steve's still struggling to see him as...this.

"I'm not suggesting it. I'm telling you as fact. You've known him a long time, and we have to move fast. The charity gala tonight, you'll both be there."

"Right, sure, but I don't exactly see what I can do about this."

"Hagan moves the...high end product. Very exclusive, very expensive. They keep them at a ranch, just out of state," and that's kind of uncomfortable, because Steve's been to the ranch for a business lunch, so he knows exactly the place Hopper is talking about. And, jesus, Steve had thought at the time Tommy had a lot of Omega staff. A lot of really well behaved Omega staff - at the time, Steve thought Tommy was just being his usual dick self. Just showing off wealth. Fuck, if some of those Omega were actually, like, prisoners- "drop a hint to Hagan, tonight. Tell him you're getting itchy, fancy yourself an Omega. A traditional one, timid. Say whatever you need to say, get yourself an invite out there."

Steve takes a deep breath, nodding. He can do that. He can play that; he might have to wear blockers, his opinion of Tommy is in the gutter on a good day, never-mind this.

"That's all you need?"

Hopper shifts forward in his chair, "look, you're ideal. On the periphery, you've known each other a long time, but not well. He knows exactly the kind of clout you have, your bank balance, you're the perfect person to do this."

It's not hard to find information on Steve Harrington, he's thirty first on the Forbes 100 list, but clearly Hopper, at the very least, has taken notice.

"How do you know I'm not already involved?"

Hopper snorts, "kid. We know. Also, you just asked me that question, and your balls ain't that brassy."

Steve can't deny it, he shrugs, "so, what else?"

"Get an invite. Go there wearing a wire. Meet Tommy, pick an Omega. You'll be trusted; we will fit a listening device. Hagan's wriggled out of this sort of thing before; evidence like that, there'll be no court in the country that won't convict him."

Steve feels awkward. He knows there's a device on him somewhere; Hopper had taken his phone for ten minutes, and brought it back with a different suit jacket for him to wear.

That had been at half five this morning, standing on Steve's back porch. And as he pulls into the ranch, he has the air con on full blast because fucking hell, he's sweaty when he's nervous.

Hopper had made this sound easy; the ranch is pretty safe. Only a couple of armed guards. Plus, he's Steve Harrington; you can't just disappear a guy like Steve.

Hopper had sounded so certain, the cherry of his cigarette bright in the pre dawn mist. He'd even slapped Steve's shoulder, told him he was saving lives. Steve had felt like a fucking super hero for about twenty minutes, until reality and fucking nerves had swamped him.

But here he is, walking up the front steps to the ranch house, Tommy Hagan grinning big, "hope you brought the black card," Tommy jokes as they bro hug.

Because that's not creepy.

Tommy had given Steve a smirk at the Gala last night, was confident he had exactly what Steve was looking for. Knew, for the right price, exactly what would scratch Steve's itch. Not like he was talking about real fucking human beings or anything.

Steve's real glad he went thick on the blockers; he's certain Tommy would be choking on the scent of his disgust by now.

They bring them in during lunch. Steve sitting, eating fucking cornbread and home made slaw and he just can't. He nibbles, feeling sick with nerves. Tommy doesn't even seem to notice. Steve can't help but stare at him, someone he's known most of his life and now...he's been revealed as something vile and subhuman. Steve has to work hard to keep the disgust off his face.

Something that gets even more difficult when the Omega are brought it and lined up, all wearing the same diaphanous nightdresses regardless of gender. Every single one of them could be a contender for the most beautiful thing Steve's ever seen. Every single one of them could be a model, or something.

They're lined up in height order; the last one in, the tallest, a male Omega. He's limping.

He's leaving bloody footprints on the fancy parquet flooring.

Tommy must catch Steve's face, "the unruly ones need to be disciplined, and that one is more...difficult than most. Refuses to learn. And we don't want to damage the product anywhere that'll be visible, obviously."

Steve has to breathe through his nose so he doesn't throw up. All the Omega are wearing blockers; probably because the scent of Omega distress would be so off putting.

Tommy waves a hand, "get him out of here, he's bleeding on the rug," and the Omega winces, as he turns. he's got lots of shiny dark curls. Everything about all the Omega is pristine, perfectly maintained hair, nails, flawless skin. The smear of blood on his ankle is even more stark for it, and Steve can't help but stare as the Omega gamely takes what looks like a very painful, shuffling step away again.

"Him," Steve says before he can stop himself, "I want him."

The Omega turns back, looking at Steve with huge, beautiful brown eyes. He's hopeful and fearful all at once, and it tears Steve up inside. He wants to buy all of them, get all of them out of here, but knows he can't. If he does anything to raise suspicion he could fuck the whole thing.

At least he has Hopper's word that the rest of them will be out of here by the end of today.

Tommy scoffs, "Steve, come on, have a proper look. Don't pick that one. Get a pretty one."

Steve wants to swear at Tommy because they're all fucking pretty, ridiculously so, "no, he'll do."

"Oh," Tommy laughs, "I get it, just gonna' wreck him anyway, right? That's fair, can always get another," and he's laughing again and suddenly Steve is dragged into a very detailed conversation about how to move funds - from where and to where, which Steve does. It's an amount of money that under any other circumstances would make Steve's eyes water - but in the face of a human being in pain, Steve doesn't even blink.

It doesn't feel like Steve takes a breath until he's on the interstate, the Omega curled up on the seat next to him. No possessions, no clothes, no bag.

Nothing.

And that had gutted Steve as much as anything else.

"Look, uh, hey, you have a name?"

"Eddie," the Omega answers quietly.

"Right. Eddie. So. This is...well it's going to sound a bit wild but...I'm kind of here for the FBI. I mean. I don't work for them, or anything, but...I was...asked, I guess, to get evidence. So don't worry about everyone else, they're getting rescued later so. That's. A thing, I guess?"

Eddie's just blinking at him.

"Yea. Yeah, I guess that's a lot to take in. But we can talk about it...later? Do you have family? Like, shit, do you have somewhere to go? I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to actually like...buy, a person. Couldn't leave you there though."

"I've...I've got an uncle. Haven't seen him for years. I don't...know."

"Right, right okay. We can talk to Hopper about it," Steve spots a drive through, "you hungry?"

Eddie turns and sees the McDonald's, "oh fuck me yes," he breathes with such vehemence that Steve laughs, "I haven't left the ranch for two years, and they never let us eat anything like that, it's bad for our skin. Plus, we have to stay thin and pretty."

That kills Steve's laughter stone dead.

Hopper rubs at his forehead, "you were not supposed to buy a human being."

"I know but-" Steve turns, Eddie standing behind him, which on it's own makes Steve wince. Eddie's barefoot on the asphalt, half hidden behind Steve, still wearing nothing but that scrap of white fabric. It's now a little smeared with the fry grease Eddie had shamelessly wiped off his fingers. Steve hands over his phone and the suite jacket.

Hopper waves him off, "you did good."

Hopper does something to the back of Steve's phone, peeling something away from it, before giving it back, "somewhere I can take you kid? Any family?"

"I only have an uncle, but I don't...it's been years, I haven't seen him since I was little."

Hopper rubs is hand over his face, the rasp of stubble loud, before he lights another cigarette, "I'll have to find you a motel somewhere while we figure this out."

"He can stay with me." Steve's volunteering before he can really think it though, "I've got...a lot of space," he trails off. He did just rescue this Omega after all, he's not just going to abandon him to be alone somewhere. Somewhere that might not even be safe for a lone Omega.

Hopper raises an eyebrow at Eddie, Eddie shrugs, "not like I've had any better offers lately."

Hopper snorts, but he hands over a business card, "this is highly unorthodox, but...I don't care. I've got bigger things to worry about. Text me any details the kid can give you on the uncle. I'll be in touch."

And then Hopper just...drives away. It's maybe an hour and a half drive back from here, since Steve had to go out of his way for this clandestine meeting in an abandoned car lot.

"So is there anything you...want? Need?"

Eddie seems to think about it for a second, plucking at his nightshirt, "I mean, I don't have any cash, obviously, and I heard how much money you shelled out- I mean, do you think you can comp me from the FBI? Man, you didn't even get a receipt for me."

Steve starts laughing first, then Eddie joins in.

At Eddie's request they get milkshakes on the way home.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #ao3 writer #ficlet #ao3 author #pre getting together #pre steddie #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #omega eddie munson because he's so pretty #long suffering hopper #jim hopper #fbi agent jim hopper

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gloomysoup · 8 months

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I can’t forget about the daycare!! I’m still obsessed with the idea 🥰

im ALSO still obsessed with this idea and i'm ever so slowly getting somewhere with it 🫡

“I can't expect you to take on that much without at least taking the time to consider it.”

“I have considered it, and I’m telling you not to worry about it. I wouldn't say yes if I wasn't sure.”

The chief nodded slowly, watching the little girl running through the yard and climbing the small jungle gym with the other pups. There was this look in his eyes that made Steve’s heart ache.

“I just want her to be safe,” he said softly. “I need her to be safe. And I know she will be if she's here with you.”

“I’ll do everything I can to make sure she always is.”

“I know you will. That's why we're here.”

And just like that, Steve had felt validated in a way he never had been before. The chief of police trusted him with his daughter. He knew she would be safe with Steve. That wasn't something he had ever had before. Sure, he knew the pups’ parents liked him, trusted him enough to leave their children with him, but it was different with Hopper. It felt more real. More important. Jim Hopper’s trust meant more to Steve than he ever thought it would.

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thecoppermystic · 1 year

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Art for my fic Papa Don’t Preach on Ao3.

Chapter 3

I’m bad at tagging so if anything else needs to be tagged please tell me.

#steddie #tw mpreg #mpreg art #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #alpha beta omega #max mayfield #steve x eddie #pregnant steve harrington #fanart #tw: scarring #tw:scars #tw:body horror #hoh steve harrington #hard of hearing #did he steal that dirt from hopper?#nah that’s too happy it’s actually the 1985 Hawkins Pd shirt which had a in memorium for Hopper on the other side so #ignore the hands #I fall victim to the can’t draw hands curse so

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mountain-of-madness · 12 days

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“What’s your favorite animated wolf movie?”

“Balto”

“Balto?!? FUCK THAT SHIT. ALPHA. AND. OMEGA!!!”

#blue velvet #dennis hopper #alpha and omega #balto

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rosecolcred-sims · 1 year

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el hopper (011) and henry creel (001) | stranger things season 4

finally caved and made my favorite character from stranger things 4... and the 8-year-old girl who kicked his ass

(though tbh i feel like it doesn't really look like him but we all know making male sims is a Struggle so 🤷 maybe i'll go back and edit him idk)

cc list below

el:

skin / hair / outfit & blood / eyebrows (11) / eyes

henry:

skin / hair / shirt / pants / shoes / eyebrows (15) / eyes

ty to the cc creators! @sims3melancholic @obscurus-sims @zwhsims @wingssims @pralinesims @gorillax3-cc @magic-bot

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oddree13 · 2 years

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Burning Down the House - Chapter 1

(Part 1) (Next Chapter)

(Read on AO3)

His mother is apologizing to their guests for the third time tonight. "When we moved out here we anticipated that the town might develop more, but what can you do," she laughs, tossing back more wine.

Steve is fiddling with the bottom of his tie which earns him a smack from his mother under the table. He looks up with an apologetic smile to see that his father is talking business on the other side of the table with his colleague. As his view pans a seat over he's met with the gaze of Tiffany Edison, the daughter of one of his father's associates, a socially acceptable alpha. She’s feminine and slender, the type of girl his mother insists upon, and she’s blonde (a preference his father has and never got despite his mother’s failed attempts at getting it from the bottle). Tiffany is capable, refined, everything the Harrington’s want in a connection. Steve's reluctance to go to college and decision to keep working in Hawkins had led his parents to decide he's unfit to make choices for himself and needs an alpha to give him direction. And Tiffany is their latest choice.

He can't explain that he'll go to college once all the kids have graduated because he needs to be here to protect them. After all, that is predicated on two things - (1) telling his parents that the upside-down exists and having them believe him and (2) having his parent be around enough to know anything about Steve's day-to-day life.

Because even if he couldn't tell them the first, at least they'd see that Steve doesn't just spend his days doing nothing and working at Family Video, but instead coordinates the schedule of a whole gaggle of kids he adores. Steve does anything and everything from school drop-off and pick-up, homework help, science fair assistance, and club manager. He takes Will into the next town for art supplies and drives Max to her skateboard competitions. He practices free throws with Lucas and lets Erica tear him down so she can practice for speech and debate. He helps El with the bullies she's facing at school and Dustin with well almost anything he needs. But none of that matters to his parents because Steve isn't the son they wanted. Now he's just a bargaining chip.

Which is how he finds himself sitting at Enzo, forced to leave work early, put on a suit, and look together enough that maybe Tiffany Edison will court him.

"Steven, Tiffany asked you something," his mother chides, using a laugh to cover her irritation. "Sorry dear, our Steven has always been a little spacey."

"Oh, it's alright. I was just asking what kind of music you listen to Steve?"

Music. Steve could definitely talk about music. "A lot of different types actually. One of my good friends works at the music shop two towns over and keeps me up to date on what's coming out. I think the cassette I've been playing the most is the new Smiths album," he answers and sees a bemused look on Tiffany's face.

"Did I mention that in addition to spacey our Steven tends to ramble? I honestly blame that Buckley girl, you used to be so concise. Tiffany here plays the viola, second chair at Vanderbilt, right?" his mother offers, clearly embarrassed by her son’s primitive taste in music.

"That's correct ma'am though my major is business. Music is nice but it's not a living," she titters, and Steve would know one very vocal metalhead who would disagree. Eddie's whole life is music between the shop, the lessons he teaches, and his gigs.

"Business major," Steve tries, knowing if he attempts to keep the conversation going the car ride home will be much more pleasant. "Why did you choose to go into that?"

"Why to take over the family business of course," her father good-naturedly supplies from next to her, putting his arm around his daughter. "Edison Industries has been in our family for generations, and Tiffany is next in line until she has a successor," he winks, and the implication makes Steve smile tightly.

Their plates come out, giving Steve a welcomed distraction, but as he lifts a bite to his mouth he feels a foot run up the back of his leg. Over her salad, Tiffany is almost leering at him and Steve wonders if this is how rabbits feel when being hunted. Her foot starts to inch higher and higher which makes Steve jolt. "Ah excuse me, I need to go to the restroom," he swallows, standing up and walking away, his heart racing.

Closing the bathroom door behind him, Steve leans against the wall and tries to think of a way out of this. It's not like this is the first time his parents have set him up on a blind date like this. They've been trying to do this for the last two and a half years. The problem is Steve's running out of excuses and his parents' patience is running thin.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just say yes. If the alphas he's being introduced to are anything like his father they won't be around most of the time to bother Steve, just long enough to knock him up.

Before his thought process can continue though, Steve feels a spray of water overhead followed by a high-pitched alarm going off in the restaurant.

***

It’s Friday which means Eddie’s routine is the same as it has been for the last several months. He gets off work, his shift ending two hours before Steve's which leaves him enough time to drive back to Hawkins and loiter at Family Video for an hour before picking a movie off their running watchlist to bring to the pack's standing Friday movie watch.

The problem is that when he walks in this Friday, Harrington is nowhere to be found and finds an annoyed Buckley. At first, he thinks it’s because she’s missing her sidekick, but then he sees Henderson come out of the back office, yelling into a walkie-talkie. “No, I said it was code purple, not red, over!” he yells, looking at the receiver for a response before noticing that Eddie is there.

“Eddie! Thank goodness you’re here,” he exclaims, looking at Eddie as if he can somehow help whatever situation is going on. A part of his stomach drops, because the last time Henderson and co. had that sort of panicked look he ended up with a chunk of his stomach missing. The only thing that isn’t making his hair stand on end is that Buckley still looks annoyed and not alarmed.

Robin rolls her eyes and swats at the air as if she could smack down Dustin’s anxiety. “He’s just worried about Steve,” she starts but is cut off by Dustin.

“You should be! He’s not here, and he’s not at home,” he starts, which to Eddie wouldn’t be a cause for concern because who wouldn’t want to ditch work at Family Video every once in a while.

“How do you know he’s not at home?” Eddie asks, hopping up on the counter. If he’s going to watch theatrics, proudly he thinks, he might as well be comfortable.

“Because Lucas rode his bike by the house to check if he was there. Steve’s car is there but his parent’s car isn’t.”

Eddie still feels lost. “So what? The Harrington’s car is never in the driveway. They’re never home.”

“They are this weekend,” Robin supplies, and Eddie turns to look at her, wondering how that information escaped his radar. “What? Is it really that surprising to you that Steve failed to let anyone know his parents were back in town? The only reason I do is because his father called Keith and demanded Steve’s schedule be changed.”

“Doesn’t he realize Steve is a grown-ass man?” Eddie spits, hating the level of interference that occurs when the Harringtons are in town. Ninety percent of the year they ignore their only child but dominate the remaining ten percent when they are in town.

“Nope,” Robin says, popping the p for emphasis. Eddie’s about to ask more when the static of the walkie comes on and it’s Mike on the other line.

/We found him, over./

“Great! Where is he?” Dustin calls into the walkie, too worked up to remember the protocol he insisted everyone learn.

/El did her thing and it seems he’s at Enzo’s for dinner? Over./

“Enzo’s?” Dustin asks, his eyes flicking to Eddie. Eddie’s not sure why the fact that Steve is at the only upscale restaurant in town has anything to do with him, but before he can dwell on that El’s voice comes over the speaker.

/Steve is in a suit. Steve is with his parents. He is with three other people too. One is a pretty lady and she is smiling at Steve. O-over./

Dustin’s head falls back in frustration before calling into the walkie, “You see, code purple people! Max? Erica? Positions? Over.”

“My position is here dumbass,” Max calls out as she walks into the video store, looking between Eddie and Robin. “Oh, good Eddie’s here. Now we won’t have to bike to the code purple.”

“What is code purple?!” Robin finally asks because the kids keep saying it without context.

“Oh, that’s the code we came up with for when Steve is in trouble,” she shrugs like it’s perfectly normal for a bunch of teenagers to have a plan of action to save their babysitter. “Not like trouble-trouble, just like his parents are being asshats trouble. Or he forgot to get supplies for heat.”

Robin wrinkles her nose at the last part and Eddie has to laugh because Steve would die at the knowledge that his kids have fail-safes for his heat. But the amusement slowly fades when it hits him why the kids are worried. The pretty woman smiling at Steve is probably a Harrington picked and approved alpha - someone that would undoubtedly take Steve away from them. All of them .

Eddie knows he should be the voice of reason in Nancy and Steve’s absence, but something inside him is smothering that voice with a pillow in order to go along with whatever plan his gremlins have.

“Alright boys and girls, how are we ruining this dinner?”

***

What took the longest was gathering everyone into the back of Eddie’s van because no one was willing to be left out. The only one who stayed behind was Robin because she had to close the store, but was only allowed to stay behind when she promised that she would not only reconvene at the Wheeler’s home for movie night but that she’d bring the movie in question.

Eddie drives, trying to drown out the noise of the kids planning in the backseat because if he listens in on their speculation he might not make it to Enzo’s without hitting at least a curb. He rationally knows that he has no right to interfere. He and Steve…well they aren’t exactly nothing but aren’t anything either. Sure they spend most of their free time together, Steve loitering at Smash Records when he’s off work or dragging Eddie along to whatever errand he’s running for his adopted pups. And yeah they sit pretty close during movie nights, and Steve is constantly stealing his clothes but they aren’t anything official. It’s just mutual comfort.

“And she’s blonde?” he hears Max say over his internal monologue. “Steve doesn’t even like blondes!”

“Yeah, anyone who knows Steve knows he has a type,” Lucas agrees.

“And what type is that?” Eddie asks, making the entire car suddenly shut up. He looks in his rearview mirror and sees seven sets of eyes staring back at him ranging in expressions from wide-eyed at being caught to ‘jesus h christ you’re an idiot Munson’ .

Erica is the one to break the silence rolling her eyes. “Brown hair, Bambi eyes, and a total nerd.” The statement earns her a hiss from a few of the boys, and Eddie has to laugh. Wheeler certainly fits that description and thankfully Robin is not in the car to hear Erika link her alpha to Steve, again.

“She’s not talking about my sister dumbass,” Mike pipes up, making Eddie almost miss the entrance to the Enzo parking lot. He wants to tell them that while Steve very much appreciated their hiatus at playing matchmaker, they should all really keep the streak up. But before he can form those words the kids are barreling out of the car and towards the bushes that line the restaurant's bay windows.

Eddie walks over, crouching low until reaches the kids already parting the bushes. It doesn’t take long for Eddie to spot the Harrington family. His parents look just like the oil painting over the mantle. His eyes move and land on the woman across from the table. He can only see her profile but she is everything Eddie is not - well-mannered, refined, probably rich, blonde, and most important for the Harringtons - a woman. She’s an embodiment of all the reasons Eddie stops himself from making a move because it would only end in heartbreak.

He watches as the woman laughs, and can’t help but wonder if he’s reading the condescending aura correctly from here. But when she reaches over to touch Steve’s wrist, Eddie can’t stop the snarl that comes out of him as he watches Steve give her a tight, nervous smile. He feels the kids' eyes on him again and turns to see that most of them look pleased if still a little shocked.

“Told you,” Erica drawls and prods Dustin to start putting the wheels in motion.

“Right operation flambé is a go people,” he calls clapping once, making the kids disperse until it’s just Eddie and Will.

“Do you not have a role?” he asks, wondering if he and Steve need to have another inclusion chat with the boys.

Will shakes his head. “No, my job is to make sure Eddie doesn’t do anything stupid. And to watch where Steve goes,” he adds.

“Me? Stupid? Byers are you listening to your brother’s tall tales of me again??” Eddie asks in mock offense, making Will laugh before he turns his attention back to the window. They watch for a few minutes the Americana dinner scene before them until Steve gets up to go to the bathroom. Eddie is half tempted to jimmy open the window and sneak Steve out, and that’s when he realizes why Will is there to watch him. He’s about to ask Will what he’s supposed to do when he hears a scream followed by a fire alarm.

“What did you all do?” he asks, his jaw falling open as servers guide soaking wet patrons towards the exit. He’s staring in amazement until Will is tugging him around to the other side of the restaurant.

Eddie doesn’t find out about most of the plan until they are far away from the fire alarms but from what he pieces together the following occurred. El and Max entered through the back where the kitchen is and start a grease fire - Max flaming it, El controlling it. Dustin calls 911 ahead of time, while Erika pulls the fire alarm at the first sign of smoke. As for Mike and Lucas? Well, Lucas went to the valet stand ripping off the tags on the keys, while Wheeler went and punctured holes in the tires of the most expensive parked cars. Eddie would later confiscate the switchblade Mike had gotten his hands on, and give him an army knife in trade. He was a reasonable man after all.

Will stops them at one of the side exits and puts Eddie against the wall by the door, figuring he gets the next step on his own. He does. As soon as the door opens to reveal Steve walking out from the exit closest to the bathroom, Eddie takes his hand and pulls him around the corner.

“Hey there big boy,” he beams, enjoying the shocked face of Steve Harrington looking relieved to see him.

“Eddie! What are you doing here?” he asks, his hands going from Eddie’s shoulder to cupping his face in disbelief.

“The Hawkins rumor mill works overtime when Steve Harrington is in danger of missing movie night. Figured I’d come get you for a late-night double-feature picture show,” he lies.

Eddie is about to lead him to the van when the motion of his step pulls him into Steve’s arm, the omega hugging him tight. “Thank you,” he murmurs into his ear and only breaks off him when Will clears his throat.

“Sorry to interrupt but none of us want arson on our records before college so we should head to the car.”

“Arson?!” Steve shouts, but Eddie pulls him along to the van, opening the passenger door for Steve before ushering all the little pyros into the car.

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steddierecs · 7 months

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Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you by citrusmuppet

Word count: 35,237 (complete) / 16/16 Rating: E Trigger and content warnings: a/b/o

Summary: Eddie had a crush on Steve his senior year but there was something about his scent that was...wrong. So he worked hard to graduate and get out of Hawkins as fast as he could. Now, five years later, he's back to help his Uncle Wayne after a heart attack and who should live next door but Steve and Robin...Steve who now smells like an omega.

Steve who sometimes wakes up yelling.

Steve who is always surrounded by teenagers he dotes on.

Steve who's been helping Wayne out in the years Eddie's been gone.

Perfect Steve Harrington who smells like mate.

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captain039 · 2 years

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PART 3 The predator grounds (Jim Hopper)

Alpha!werewolf!Jim hopper x omega!human!reader

Warnings: ABO, heats, ruts, sexual, smut, rough, monster fudging, age gap, hurt/comfort, swearing, angst, weird Vecna, takes place in the upside down

Last part <-

His mouth was everywhere, assaulting your neck like his life depended on it. His teeth scraping over you scent and mating gland every so often making you tremble in his hold. He was snarling lowly, breath hot, hands clenching your hips tightly. Hopper growled pushing you away suddenly as his bones cracked and he shifted. He stood on all fours body shaking as he hung his head. You shuffled back but a clawed paw rested across your stomach moving to stand over you. The beast groaned and his bones cracked and he changed back. He hovered over you panting loudly, it must hurt and take a lot of effort.

“Sorry” he muttered cheeks red.

“‘S ok” you smiled comfortingly.

“Does it hurt?” You asked hand on his shoulder, running down his arm slowly.

“Little” he grumbled.

“More exhausting?” You asked and he nodded eyes staring at you.

“Got easy when I was 20” he rolled his eyes and you laughed before it broke off. God damn these cramps. His eyes were worried and you gave him a strained smile. His forehead rested on your suddenly and you stilled. Your hands rested against his arms clenching every now and then as you let out a small whine.

“Fuck it” he muttered lips suddenly on yours making you gasp. You arched up, arms going around his neck to tug him closer. He was on his knees and hands, keeping himself even as you tugged. You grumbled into the kiss making him chuckle. You were unsure of what you were doing, sure you’ve kissed a boy, for a dare…

He knew exactly what to do however, hand slipping under your shirt, cold hand touching your cool skin, making you gasp. His tongue met yours and you moaned, surprised by the sounds you made. You grew a little more confident, tangling your tongue with his before pressing closer. He however, pulled back and you made a annoyed noise before flushing. You didn’t meet his eyes, cheeks on fire. He didn’t move for a while and you glanced to see his frown.

“You’ve never done this?” He asked and you looked away again tears in your eyes. You shook your head hands covering your eyes, now he’d never fuck you. You went to roll on your stomach and crawl away but was caught.

“It’s fine” you said voice sounding more broken than you meant.

“We’ll get out of here eventually I’ll just hide in this office” you took shaky breaths, god you felt like shit.

“Sure there’s a gate somewhere-“ you were cut off by hands moving yours and lips crashing against yours again. You keened he wasn’t gentle, then again you didn’t expect him to be.

“I’m on thin ice” he muttered and you frowned.

“I will fuck you right here if you give me your full consent” his voice was raspy, eyes almost black. You nodded, stuttering your words.

“You can take me” you finally managed but he still hesitated.

“Shit, please fuck me!” You blurted and he grinned. You felt extremely embarrassed by your outburst but his lips quickly distracted you along with his hands shaking up your shirt. He rested them over your boobs and squeezed, a low content hum leaving his throat.

“Off” he muttered quickly tugging your shirt over your head. You really wish you could’ve prepared. A plain skin colour bra with no fancy lace or anything, just support. Hopper rolled you over slightly unclasping your bra with one hand before resting you back on your back. You gulped but slipped off your bra and laid it with your shirt. His eyes trailed your half bare form before his lips met your nipple. You gasped at the sudden action, the alpha humming deeply in satisfaction. His hand was cupping and squeezing the other one before his mouth moved to it. You accidentally hit your head a little hard on the concrete making you whimper. He stopped lifting his head.

“Hit my head a little hard” you muttered and he frowned grabbing your shirt and lying it under your head.

“Stop bashing it against the ground” he grumbled and joked making you smile. He resumed back on your nipple, more gasps leaving you. Slick was making your legs wet and overly hot, you spread them apart hoping the alpha above you would rest his knees and slot between your legs. You huffed when he didn’t and he lifted his head again slowly.

“Am I boring you sweetheart?” He grinned and you flushed shaking your head.

“No I- I-“ you looked away too embarrassed. He moved and finally his body pressed against yours making you shudder.

“Can you read my mind?” You mumbled as he smiled above you.

“No, but I know body language” he chuckled kissing you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist somehow pressing yourself closer. His hand gripped your thigh as he kissed you passionately. You were practically a koala on him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. He patted your thigh and you frowned but let your legs lie back on the ground as he pushed himself up. He leant back on his feet and tugged down your pants and discarded them. His eyes stared and you realised your underwear was soaked.

“Fuck omega” he mumbled kissing up your legs. You rested an arm over your eyes, biting your bottom lip roughly. His tongue lapped around your inner thighs, licking up the slick that dripped. He rumbled in satisfaction, nipping the sensitive flesh when he was done before tugging at your underwear. He stopped, making you frown and lift your arm too look at him. You nodded but he still waited.

“You can take them off” you muttered and he did eyes hungry…predatory.

His noises were animalistic, he shuffled back more letting your legs rest before moving them over his shoulders. You frowned a bit in confusion before it kicked and a hot tongue swiped across your folds. Your back arched and you gasped loudly, hands fisting by your sides. You struggled to breath as he licked and sucked on your core. You were squirming, struggling to stay still before he growled. He wrapped his arms upwards and around your thighs, keeping you still before he continued. You couldn’t move as much, even though you tried, your breathing was ragged and you felt overwhelmed.

“Alpha” you moaned out as fingers pressed against your clit and began to rub. You cried out back arching at the stimulation before your stomach coiled and clenched.

You cried out again, feeling your eyes roll back in pure bliss as you came.

You were loudly panting for awhile, dazed out as he finally stopped. You were staring at nothing before he crawled back up your body.

“You with me?” He asked voice hoarse and you nodded focusing on him.

“Good, I’m not done”

Next part ->

#x reader #abo #Jim hopper #alpha jim hopper #Jim hopper x reader #werewolf Jim hopper #werewolves #predator grounds series

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omegaremix · 2 months

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Omega Radio for March 11, 2023; #346.

Chives, The: “Your Mom’s A Bitch”

Moron: “Mosquito Trap”

Horsegirl: “It’s Obvious”

Throwaway: “Dinosaur”

Gut Health: “Barbarella”

Cheekface: “Headache”

TVOD: “Goldfish”

Easy Bruiser: “I Hate Thursdays”

Gloop: “I Never Really Knew”

Rotary Club: “American Tower”

Dazy & Militarie Gunn ft. Mannequin Pussy: “Pressure Cooker” (RMX)

Grocer: “Smooth Operator”

Deady: “Eat Sleep”

Cel Ray: “Clorox Wipes”

Body Type: “Miss The World”

Wombo: “Snakey”

Dumb: “Sleep Like A Baby”

Horse Lords: “May Brigade”

Rip Room: “Dead When It Started”

Blonde Revolver: “Lipstick & Leather”

Arbor Labor Union: “Hovering Stone”

Corker: “Lice”

Maraudeur: “C'est Cache”

Alpha Hopper: “Glows, Explodes”

Mamalarky: “Mythical Bonds”

Scare Quotes: “Tomato”

Diacatorci: “Parasito”

Jade Hairpins: “Mary Magazine”

Viagra Boys: “Ain’t No Thief”

Fake Fruit: “Over Ice”

Guerilla Toss: “Heathen Money”

Namesake: “Operational”

TV Priest: “One Easy Thing”

Post-punk, d.i.y., and city sounds.

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whataboutthefish · 10 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Jim "Chief" Hopper Characters: Steve Harrington, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Benny Hammond, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jim "Chief" Hopper, Omega Steve Harrington, traditional omegaverse, Collars, Submission, Scenting, Corporal Punishment, Spanking, Domestic Discipline, Daddy Kink, Baby Boy Steve Harrington, Contracts, Knotting, intersex omega, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Breeding Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Mating Rituals, Panties, Human Furniture, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Threesome - M/M/M, Hand Feeding, Come Feeding, Lactation Summary:

They'd tried it Steve's way, Hopper had given him the modern lifestyle the omega wanted and they'd ended up here. Steve sobbing into Hopper's neck scenting of stress and anxiety and so very very miserable all the time. It was time for Hopper to step up and be the alpha Steve needed him to be. He was going to put his foot down and show Steve there was a much better way of living, naked, collared and treated like the precious omega he was.

#stranger things #stopper #steve harrington #jim hopper #steve harrington/hopper #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha Jim Hopper

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greekgeek24 · 8 months

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So, I was minding my own business, working on my Viking Omegaverse AU when the muses hit me...

Billy and Eddie's lives have been defined by the terrible reality that their mothers left them. That's what first brought them together. Two Alphas aren't supposed to be mates. It's not natural.

But what if when Eddie's mom disappeared, she didn't run away. What if she was killed by a serial killer? The same killer who took Billy's mom.

Billy was happy, happier than he'd ever thought possible. But then his world's destroyed when after twenty years, the police finally uncover Bonnie Hargrove's body.

Steve had a lot to prove. It wasn't proper for an Omega to be on the police force. Without Hopper's support, he'd no doubt be stuck as a secretary. The Hargrove case is exactly the chance he needs to prove once and for all what an Omega can do. And Steve's determined to catch a killer.

As the mystery unfolds, Steve finds himself falling harder and harder for Billy and Eddie.

#steddie #omega steve harrington #steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #eddie munson #alpha billy hargrove #billy hargrove #jim hopper #dustin henderson #omegaverse #a/b/o #steddie poll #serial killer au

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stevieschrodinger · 1 month

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TW for Eddie getting hurt (but he's okay). And Human Trafficking.

Link to Part One

Link to Part Three

“Again? Seriously?”

Eddie knows he should keep his mouth shut. He knows he should. He just...doesn’t seem to be able to.

It probably doesn’t help that Eddie is one hundred percent done with this. This isn’t a life. A gilded cage is still just a cage, and Eddie’s getting to the point where antagonizing the guards is a hobby.

“Wear it, or I’ll make you wear it,” the lackey snarls, shoving the flimsy white fabric against Eddie’s chest.

“You fucking wear it!”

And that’s it. The guys an Alpha, he’s like, literally twice the size of Eddie, and it all happens so fast Eddie’s winded by the floor before he knows what hit him. And then it comes, the whistling noise of the cane singing through the air. Eddie is intimately familiar with the noise.

And just like usual, Eddie can’t keep his noises in, he curses, he calls the guard every name under the sun, he screams and starts to cry but in the end is reduced to a compliant heap, the same as every other time.

They strip him naked and splash freezing water on his face, gets rid of the snot and tears and no doubt the flush he has on his cheeks. His feet are burning, throbbing, and Eddie wants to collapse back to the floor to take the pressure off.

He’s shoved into the white dress, “you so much as blink wrong out there and you won’t be standing for a fortnight.”

Eddie dips his head; he knows it’s true. They’ve done it before. So he gives in. They’re breaking him more and more easily. Eddie doesn’t want to give up; he just doesn’t feel like he has the energy any more.

He’s been here the longest, he’s the only one that’s never sold. It’s only a matter of time before his body ends up in a shallow grave out on the ranch somewhere.

He limps into the dining room, freshly sprayed with heavy duty scent blockers. Eddie’s vaguely aware they’re eating lunch, and if his feet weren’t fucking stinging the way they are, he has no doubt his stomach would growl at the smells.

Eddie doesn’t make it that far before he catches Hagan waving a hand at him, “get him out of here, he's bleeding on the rug.” Eddie does his best to oblige, but he can only move so fast with the injuries on his feet.

Hagan, out of everyone here, is not someone you want to piss off. Eddie learned that too, very early on.

"Him," someone says behind Eddie, "I want him."

Eddie turns back again, despite the fact that it can’t possibly be him the Alpha is referring too, there are other male omega here, after all. But no. The Alpha is standing now, and he’s looking right at Eddie.

Well, fuck.

Because as much as Eddie has dreamed of this day, of getting the fuck out of here...that Alpha could be worse. The possibility is always there. This could be a frying pan into fire type situation, and there’s fuck all Eddie can do about that.

Hagan makes a noise, scoffs, "Steve, come on, have a proper look. Don't pick that one. Get a pretty one."

The Alpha is irritatingly good looking at first glance, and he becomes even more so in Eddie’s eyes when he flashes a look of irritated disgust at Hagan, "no, he'll do."

Oh, Eddie ‘will do’ will he? Okay, maybe the Alpha isn’t that good looking, after all.

"Oh," Hagan laughs, "I get it, just gonna' wreck him anyway, right? That's fair, can always get another," and he's laughing again and suddenly Eddie is ice cold with fear. Hagan called this guy Steve; clearly they know each other. Is that the type of Alpha this Steve guy is?

Everyone else is shooed out of the room, and Eddie stands there on his throbbing feet, hearing, to the dollar, how much he’s worth.

More than he thought, if he’s being honest.

Alpha Steve doesn’t even flinch at the price.

Eddie’s certain Steve must be doing fifteen over the limit, which, honestly, he doesn’t care. It means Eddie’s traveling fifteen over the limit away from a place he never wants to see ever again, so it works for him.

"Look, uh, hey, you have a name?"

"Eddie," he answers, but only because he genuinely doesn't want to antagonize this guy right out of the gate.

Eddie just sort of sits there for a moment, feeling stupid. FBI. Rescue??? Maybe he hit his head or he's dreaming or something but...no, his feet are stinging like a bitch and he can very clearly remember how the whole day has gone so far. He’s awake, and this is real.

The Alpha’s...rambling. Which, Eddie kind of figures now that this guy wasn’t joking when he said he doesn’t work for the FBI. He looks nervous, actually, white knuckling the steering wheel. In Eddie’s experience, if something seems to good to be true, then it almost definitely is. This guy is giving off no scent, and there's no scent in the car anyway. Either it's a rental or something, or this guy wears blockers most of the time. There's even one of those fancy scent diffuser things plugged into the dash. So other than being visibly unsettled Eddie’s got nothing to go off of.

But then, why would he lie? He’s bought Eddie fair and square, and like most Alphas, he’s probably carrying double Eddie’s body weight, plus he knows Eddie's already injured. Eddie could be going from one prison to a...worse prison. But...again, this guy has no reason to lie, right?

"I've...I've got an uncle. Haven't seen him for years. I don't...know,” it’s pretty true, without giving too much away. The possibility that this guy could be serious is...it feels to big of an idea to absorb. Eddie might be free? He'll maybe see uncle Wayne again? This guy is going to just...let Eddie go? Eddie's known, for literal years, that he had two ways out of the ranch, out front, bought and paid for, or out back, in a body bag. The sudden possibility of a third option is so out of left field Eddie doesn't know what to do with it.

"Right, right okay. We can talk to Hopper about it," Steve spots a drive through, "you hungry?"

Eddie has absolutely no fucking clue what a ‘Hopper’ is, but at the sight of the beautiful golden arches, his priorities shift drastically, "oh fuck me yes," Eddie says it with such vehemence that Steve laughs, he’s got a nice laugh, this Alpha. And unless he’s playing the long con...why the fuck would he even worry if Eddie’s hungry? "I haven't left the ranch for two years, and they never let us eat anything like that, it's bad for our skin. Plus, we have to stay thin and pretty."

Steve’s expression changes in an instant, he looks genuinely horrified by what Eddie’s just revealed, “you can have absolutely anything you want.”

Eddie takes him at his word and orders half the damn menu.

Well, Eddie figures, the FBI thing is true, and this is a Hopper, and man he looks like he’s had enough, "you were not supposed to buy a human being," he very clearly tells Steve. Eddie’s feet are stinging a little on the asphalt, but as long as he doesn’t move too much, it’s bearable. And even though he’s still wearing the fucking nightdress, like hell was he missing this conversation.

"I know but-" Steve starts to protest, which Eddie thinks is kind of brave, because if Steve is twice Eddie’s weight, Hopper is basically a giant. Hopper stops him dead with a glare, and Steve hands over his phone and strips off his suit jacket and hands that over too, leaving him in a pristine white shirt.

Hopper waves him off, "you did good."

Hopper does something to the back of Steve's phone, peeling something away from it, before giving it back and then turning his attention to Eddie, "somewhere I can take you kid? Any family?"

"I only have an uncle, but I don't...it's been years, I haven't seen him since I was little."

Hopper rubs is hand over his face, the rasp of stubble loud, before he lights another cigarette, "I'll have to find you a motel somewhere while we figure this out." And that sparks a twinge of...fear. Eddie has lived with a group of Omega for years, and the ranch was a lot of things but...they had meals provided, they didn't have to think about money, or clothes, or anything mundane like that. The prospect of suddenly being completely alone...completely alone and potentially vulnerable, is not in any way appealing.

"He can stay with me." Steve suggests out of fucking no where, "I've got...a lot of space," he trails off, looking kind of sheepish that he even suggested it. At some point, somewhere between the rescue, the McDonalds, and right this moment, Eddie kind of decides, tentatively, at least, that Alpha Steve might just be an alright guy.

Hopper raises an eyebrow at Eddie, Eddie shrugs, playing down his relief, "not like I've had any better offers lately."

Hopper snorts, but he hands over a business card to Steve, "this is highly unorthodox, but...I don't care. I've got bigger things to worry about. Text me any details the kid can give you on the uncle. I'll be in touch."

And then Hopper just...drives away. Steve fiddles with the card Hopper just gave him, and Eddie can see it says FBI and all that good stuff on it. This is feeling more and more real as time stretches on.

"So is there anything you...want? Need?" Steve asks him.

Eddie feels kind of bad about the sheer amount of money he’s already cost Steve today, "I mean, I don't have any cash, obviously, and I heard how much money you shelled out- I mean, do you think you can comp me from the FBI? Man, you didn't even get a receipt for me."

And that...makes Steve laugh, like really, makes him laugh. And Eddie joins in, not that he thinks he’s funny particularly, but because Steve is just so...well. Maybe it’s a relief too, that Eddie is finally out of that place, and the truth of that is finally sinking in. He’s free. Feels a little delirious with the possibility of freedom.

And there’s only one way to celebrate something like that, “can we get milkshakes?”

@stylelovechild @steddieonthen @marklee-blackmore @sticknpokelightningbolt @resident-gay-bitch @somegirlsomewhere @mugloversonly @cryptid-system @weekend-dreamer7

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #fbi agent jim hopper #long suffering hopper #jim hopper #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #human trafficking #steve to the rescue

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