#plot thots

[wheneverfeasible]

Random story idea. A bit of a reversal of the constant flirting Eddie does in fics. Non-S4 compliant.

Steve, a confident though not really out bisexual, is finally forced to hang out with Eddie “The Freak” Munson when he’s picking up The Party up from school. He sees Eddie, in all his nerd glory with his big hair and bigger eyes and thinks, yup. That’s the one.

Steve, who always falls so fast and so hard. Steve, who knows Eddie doesn’t like him and only tolerates his presence for the kids. Steve, who might not ever make Eddie like him how he wants too but maybe make him like him as a friend. After all, he’s still friends with Nancy and Robin.

Steve, who never once hesitates to use the Harrington CharmTM on Eddie, flirting for all he’s worth. (He would, of course, stop if Eddie seemed to genuinely hate it, but Eddie always grits his teeth and seems to flirt back.)

Because Eddie…Eddie, the guy who has had more gay rumors about him than anyone, just assumes Steve is straight and making fun of him. Eddie, who doesn’t understand how the kids can be friends with that jerk. Eddie, who decides to try to beat Steve at his own game by flirting back and hoping to call Steve’s bluff.

Steve, who falls harder every day and is just happy Eddie will let him flirt without getting mad at him.

Eddie, mad as hell but like hell is he, an actual gay man, going to lose to Harrington’s Gay Chicken game.

Eddie, who sometimes slips and forgets that it isn’t real.

Steve, telling himself that of course Eddie could never like someone like him, even as his heart flutters every time Eddie sends him that dimpled grin.

Robin, who knows exactly what’s going on but thinks this is far too funny to stop.

Robin, who shares some popcorn with Erica as they watch the two idiots fight-flirt and placing bets with Nancy and Max on who is going to break first.

Eleven, who wins the bet when Eddie accidentally falls into the pool and Steve immediately dives in after him and inadvertently confesses while worriedly checking Eddie for injuries leading to a kiss probably best left in private.

Eleven, who wipes her bleeding nose with a smirk because sometimes you have to make your own accidents when enough money to buy an entire row of waffles is on the line.

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[wheneverfeasible]

No no no nononononononono

Shitty modern AU where instead of a band, Corroded Coffin is a podcast that started for Hawkins High that talks about music, DnD, nerd shit, and socioeconomic/class divide and queer culture with like only a handful of listeners with a super lame sign off and they’re such dorks

But one of the listeners is secretly King Steve who finds himself agreeing about how stupid the divide is between the jocks and preps and geeks and freaks and he develops a super secret crush on Eddie but Robin finds (they’ve become friends because she also listens to the podcast, maybe they first started talking anonymously on the shitty website for the podcast that Gareth made) and she teases him mercilessly

And then King Steve is featured as a topic on the podcast and Eddie rants about what a jerk he is with his perfect hair and perfect family and perfect popularity and it gets basically the whole school to listen but they get in trouble with the administration so they have to interview Steve as a way to apologize and clear the air and everyone is listening again and Eddie is still being kind of a jerk and Steve kind of forgets the mic is live because he has heart eyes staring at his crush and that’s how he accidentally outs himself as bi to the whole school

Anyways, Corroded Coffin ends up becoming a popular podcast after high school and Steve sometimes comes on as a guest not to defend himself again but as Eddie’s boyfriend

Basically for the past 100 years when a group of guys got together and started hanging out they would eventually form a band. This was when there was balance in the universe. Then at some point in the 2010s a powerful crystal cracked and a single shard was lost and then strife began… and now when a group of guys get together they form a podcast

[buckysteve]

[aloonaram]

This artwork (link below) is giving me sooo many ideas for jayvik x hp crossovers, especially post s2 …. I used to be SUCH A FIEND for harry potter crossover fics (still a fiend for crossover fics in gen) and it would be so cool if like after jayvik get zapped away by the stone they come out the other side in the hp universe and then have to learn how to navigate this world where magic exists?? But in a different form from the arcane and its revered in a way?? and an entire secret society and school exists just to teach kids magic?? And in this school theres no tech, no engineering?? Plus not to mention all the political bs as well omg

And how would they get involved with the school in first place…maybe they pop right into the school? I wish i remembered more from the books bc i feel like theres totally an event i could use but I just can’t remember much outside from like the first two books 😭

If anyone wants to brainstorm with me feel free bc like i said i loooooveee crossovers and now that im finally on break (and i have adderall now) I think i might actually start some fics

Art is here btw

[wheneverfeasible]

Eddie could only stare with mounting horror as Steve motherfucking Harrington stood in the middle of his trailer with eyes that glowing an unnatural red, the edges of jagged canines escaping from behind plush lips in a toothy grin.

“You know, I have to say, Munson…didn’t think you actually had it in you,” Harrington all but purred, and there was something almost smokey about his voice that Eddie had never heard before. Not like a smoker, of course, but like…like he had brimstone in his throat, and hellfire in his lungs.

Eddie was much too fucking high for this shit.

“This isn’t…” Eddie shook his head rapidly, trying to get through the fog of the weed and his general exhaustion in check. “This can’t be real.” Seriously, Harrington was wearing pastel pink!

Harrington gave that same goofy grin with a little shrug, waving a hand dismissively. Eddie noticed that that his fingertips were an inky black, ending in sharp nails almost like claws.

“Yet, here we are,” the boy…the demon?…the jock said with a small laugh. “You know, I honestly expected you to summon me a lot earlier. You kind of give off those vibes, ya know?” he added, lifting his hand now to wiggle those fingers in a little wave indicating Eddie’s general…Eddieness.

“I don’t know if I should feel insulted or not,” was his inane reply, still trying to process the fact that, not only had he actually managed to summon a demon after months of trying, but that the demon was Steve Harrington.

Actually, you know, a lot was starting to make sense.

Only demonic powers could explain that hair.

Harrington just laughed again, which might have made Eddie feel insulted after all, but there was none of the malice in his laugh or expression that was in so many others. No, he looked like he actually found Eddie amusing, and not just in a demeaning way.

Harrington dragged his eyes slowly over Eddie’s body, which despite the fact that his eyes were entirely crimson, Eddie could feel the way they took him all in. It made him flush slightly, not entirely unpleasant.

“Trust me, Eddie, you’ll know when I insult you,” Harrington replied, and the tone that time was so reminiscent of the bitchy King Steve voice he perfected that, despite the fact that Harrington was looking a little more monstrous than usual, Eddie found himself comforted by it. Not to mention the way his given name sounded on Harrington’s lips…

“Well, I would say that that’s true, that you’ve always been upfront when you didn’t like someone, and…well.” There was that ongoing line about how Steve Harrington had a pretty face but there was nothing going on behind those eyes. Which was now demonstratively false.

Harrington’s lips quirked into a crooked smile at that, as though he knew exactly what Eddie was thinking. Shit. Could Harrington read minds?

“No, Eddie, I can’t read minds.”

Eddie all but threw himself back against the trailer door with a squawk, wide eyed and startled, pointing an accusing finger at Harrington before thinking better of it and instead clutching his hair on both hands and drawing it forward to cover his face.

“I can’t read minds, but your face is as expressive as words,” Harrington scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t seem genuinely annoyed though. “You’ve always been expressive. It’s what makes your little dungeon fighting game so amusing, I’m sure.”

Eddie dropped his hair with a furrowed brow. “You know about Hellfire?”

Harrington gave him a supremely unimpressed look. “You stand on tables and shout about itoften enough that even Mr. Hubble can hear you.” Mr. Hubble was, of course, one of the Chemistry teachers who probably should have retired decades ago, yet was still around and incredibly hard of hearing. “Besides,” Harrington smirked, “did you really expect to run a club named Hellfire and not draw my attention.”

Which…fair point, yeah.

“Look, Harrington—”

��Steve.”

A pause, a deep breath, and then Eddie continued. “Look, Steve,” he stressed out the name—and really, what sort of name was Steve for a demon—with a dismissively flapping hand. “This is…you can’t really be a demon, can you?”

“Yet you summoned me regardless.” Steve raised a single brow before waving a hand over his body. In the blink of an eye and something almost like a heat waver, his pink polo and light tan chinos were suddenly dark red and black robes, short horns curving from his hair. “Is this better for you? Now we match.”

Eddie looked down at his own clothing, which…okay, he might be repurposing a black cloak he pilfered from the drama room and had smudged some of the dark stage makeup he likewise pilfered around his eyes to give him that Satanic look. Or at least he expected that was what Satanists were supposed to look like.

And hold shit. He had summoned an actual demon.

He was caught between being exhilarated and terrified that it had worked, nevermind the fact that he’d apparently been going to school with a demon for years now. How did that even work?

Steve looked up with a small frown, itching at where the horns protruded, before giving first his head and then his full body a shake, reverting back to his human appearance. Even his red eyes were back to being their typical brown. “I hate those things,” he complained. “They’re so itchy.”

“Of course you would prefer your pretty boy look,” Eddie scoffed.

“You think I’m pretty?” Steve questioned, fluttering his lashes at Eddie.

Shit. Was he about to get hate crimed by a fucking demon? Wasn’t being queer part of their domain or something? Or did they hate the queers and that’s why they were punished? Damn. He hadn’t thought about that.

“You know you’re pretty,” Eddie snapped instead of trying to backtrack. “I’m sure it’s part of being a demon. Making yourself look hot and shit.”

Steve shrugged, but didn’t deny that. Jerk.

“So…speaking of,” Steve mused, glancing around himself and taking in his location properly for the first time. “What did you summon me for anyways? Honestly, I’ve been waiting for it for a while now. Figured Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson would be the first person to attempt a summoning here, but nope. It was a little cheerleader actually.”

Eddie blinked. A cheerleader summoned Steve? For what purpose?

Oh.

The horror he’d felt previously grew again at Steve’s toothy grin, all the more sinister with his blunt human teeth.

They never did find Jason Carver’s body.

Goddamnit. Er. Satandamnit? Whatever.

“They blamed me for that, asshole!” he huffed, jabbing a finger at Steve in annoyance. The only reason they never actually charged Eddie with anything was because without a body, without a sign of struggle, without any evidence that put Eddie within a hundred yards of Carver, there was no way of truly saying if something had happened to him or not.

Jason Carver just disappeared one day.

Chrissy Cunningham stopped coming to school with bruises peeking out of her cardigans after that too.

Steve leaned back against the counter and lifted his hands in a ‘what can you do’ sort of gesture. The prick.

“That why you summon me, Munson? You want some revenge best served eternal damnation?” Steve sounded almost bored at the thought. “Sure, sure. You summoned me, so you get your wish. You want me to fly Higgins’s innards from the flag pole while I’m at it?”

“Jesu—NO,” Eddie exclaimed. What the hell? Or rather, who the hell. “Are you insane?” Pause. “Would you really do that?”

Steve shrugged. “If whoever summons me is willing to pay the price, they can have anything they desire.”

“Even murder? What about…making someone fall in love with you?” Eddie mused, thinking about the only rules to wishing that he was familiar with.

The air in the room dropped by several degrees while, though he did not return to his more monstrous form, Steve lost all appearances of joviality. Though he was once more in his pastel pink polo, he no longer looked soft or approachable. He pushed off the counter, moving to rest his hands on his hips as he glowered at Eddie.

“Yes, that is in my power. However.” Steve pointed a finger that was just as sharp as though it were a claw again. “If I ever find out you’ve summoned a demon to take away another’s free will in such a fashion, what happened to Jason will seem like the kiss of an angel.”

Eddie thickly swallowed at the quiet menace in Steve’s tone. Though…

“Are angels real too?”

The smile that Steve gave him sent a quiver of fear radiating through Eddie. Steve’s eyes darkened, gleaming with a flash of red, and his teeth looked primed to rip out throats. “If you try to force someone to love you, there won’t be enough of you left behind for an angel to even smell you.”

A strained, nervous giggle erupted from Eddie, his arms wrapping around his chest to grab hold of his shoulders. He gave a quick shake of his head, pressing as far back against the door as was possible, practically trying to meld into one with the cheap material.

“I don’t! Uh, that’s not what I want,” he hurried to say. Which was the truth; who would he even want to fall in love with him? Sure, it’d be a hoot to have one of the uber jocks fall in gay love with him, but he’d never want it to be…fake.

Eddie gave Steve another nervous look before sliding from the door to make his lanky, awkward way over to the sofa and dropping down on it, curling his legs up and hugging them to his chest, wrapping the costume cloak around himself. Steve didn’t seem ready to attack any longer, and though the trailer still seemed unnaturally cold, it no longer had a frigid bite.

Steve was likewise studying him, one hand still on a hip while the other moved to pinch at the bridge of his nose as though in consternation. He drew in a deep sigh, holding it for a few moments, and then slowly let it out of his mouth. He then stood up straight, clapped his hands once, and strode to where Eddie was sitting.

“Right. So make your wish, Munson. It was that revenge stuff, yeah? Wan’ me to pluck out some eyeballs, twist some limbs, maybe a bit of…exsanguination?” He grinned then again, rubbing his palms together like such a thought was exciting for him.

“I don’t want to…” Eddie trailed off into a small grumble, his head dropping back against the couch. He lifted his head a moment later to glare bleerily up at the he-demon. “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” he complained. “I want to prevent hurting.”

Steve tilted his head slightly, his gaze roving over Eddie’s form once more, as though looking for sign of injury. “Girlfriend trouble?” Steve paused. “Boyfriend trouble?” Eddie flushed at that, wondering if denying the rumors would help him at all.

Steve had already moved past that thought, however, glancing around the trailer, brows lowering into a dark scowl. “Uncle trouble?” he asked with a little bit of brimstone growl again, his eyes darting back to take in Eddie and any sign of hurt there.

“Jesus! No!” Eddie exclaimed, flailing to sit forward and waving both hands in negative. The back of one heel slammed into the corner of the coffee table as he dropped his feet to the floor. “Shit!” Eddie hissed at the shoot of pain, reached out to rub the reddened graze.

Within one breath and the next, Steve was suddenly kneeling next to the coffee table, Eddie’s foot in his palm. Eddie let out a small yelp at that, but he didn’t even have time to attempt to pull his leg away before Steve’s scorching touch was sliding over the small hurt and then…it was gone.

When Steve released Eddie’s foot, he drew it back up, twisting his leg to look at the now unblemished skin. He blinked at Steve when he looked back up, his mouth dropping into a small ‘o’ in surprise. Steve smirked at him before returning to standing.

“Free of charge, don’t worry,” the demon laughed.

“Even though I said the…the J word?” Eddie asked with a small grimace. “That didn’t hurt you?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “First of all, you’d typically have to say the full ‘Jesus Christ’ to properly invoke the guy. Second of all, made up names don’t affect us, Munson. Or,” he tacked on with a smirk. “None as powerful as I am.”

It was Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes next. “If you’re so powerful, why are you in high school?” he scoffed, which just caused Steve to laugh again, moving around the coffee table to flop back against the other side of the couch.

“Where else are people desperate enough to summon demons for their petty shit? Especially in Bumfuck, Indiana?” Steve shook his head with a sigh of amusement. “People wanting to get out of this town, or wanting to get away from people in this town, so many people wanting wealth, or power, or to pretend like they matter at all in the grand scheme of things. It’s mostly little shit, but occasionally I get big fish.”

He grinned suddenly, indicating Eddie again. “So tell me, Mr. Fishy…what hurt am I preventing for you? Certain you can pay the price?”

And that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? He summoned a demon to make a deal, not just to pass the trig test or whatever, but for something big. Because Steve was right. He was desperate. And maybe he could have used his wish to make it big, to be discovered and get the hell out of this shithole, but…

“I want you to protect Hellfire,” Eddie blurted out.

Steve blinked, clearly thrown. “What?”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie turned sideways on the couch to better face Steve. But hey, what was the matter of a pesky little soul when it meant keeping his sheepies safe? If the church was to be believed, he was already destined for hell anyways.

“I know I’m not graduating this year, which…whatever. But ever since Carver went missing, things have gotten…” Eddie grimaced. “Well, it’s become a daily game of Hunt the Freaks, okay? I can handle it, but the others are being constantly harassed and Andy almost put Gareth in a fucking cast the other day. I want you to protect them, to get the jocks and shit to leave them alone.”

Steve studied Eddie in silence, a small crease to his brow as he took in the request. His gaze moved around the space again, taking in all the other things that Eddie could have asked for instead, like fame or wealth or even just a trailer with two bedrooms, but instead Eddie only wanted one thing: protection for his sheepies.

“I can protect them,” Steve said eventually, stretching one arm along the length of the back of the couch as he crossed an ankle over his knee. “Are you willing to pay the cost? You dressed up, performed the spell, and made your wish. But are you certain you really want to make a deal with a demon?”

Eddie shivered, feeling the cold seep into him despite the temperature of the trailer having returned to normal. “I am. Just…” Eddie looked down, picking at the fraying edges of his black plaid sleep pants. Maybe not the most Satanist, but he worked with what he had. “Will you take me now, or will I have a chance to say goodbye to Wayne first?”

“Whoa, I mean, it’s not that I haven’t thought about it, but usually it’s just a kiss to seal the deal,” Steve said, grinning in a way that made Eddie’s belly flip when he glanced up to look at him again. When he realized what he’d said, however, he flushed a deep red.

“I meant my soul!” he squawked, waving his hands again, before something Steve said catching him. “Wait, you’ve thought about it? Like…in general, or with…me?”

“I’m a demon, Munson. We live a hedonist lifestyle. Of course I’ve thought about it, to answer both your questions.” He shrugged. “But, despite what those trash movies you enjoy might tell you, consent is important to me.” He shook his head with a laugh. “Besides, Eddie, I don’t want your soul.”

“You don’t?” Eddie asked faintly, mind caught on the fact that Steve Harrington of all people apparently thought about having gay sex with him. He cleared his throat, pushing that thought away to think about later. Or never, depending on how the night ended. “What kind of demon doesn’t want souls?”

“Are you actually complaining right now?” Steve scoffed in disbelief. He rolled his eyes again. “I don’t need your soul. What I want is…a favor. Quid pro quo. I help you, and then later, at an undetermined time, you help me. Favor for favor. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, that sort of thing.”

“So, I show you mine and you show me yours?” Eddie teased, still flustered despite himself. He shook his head. “What sort of favor?”

Steve shrugged with a lazy smile. “That’s the beauty of it. We won’t know until we get there. And, granted, if you die before you repay your debt to me then your soul is forfeit, so…just don’t die.”

With a heavy groan, Eddie scrubbed hard over his face with his palms, smearing the dark makeup over his eyes even more. He was seriously too high and tired for this. But then, he had summoned a demon to begin with, so did it really matter if it was Steve Harrington making comments that would send the town after him with pitchforks if they knew?

“I will say, however...the bigger the request, the greater the debt owed.” Steve raised a brow again when Eddie looked back up at him again with a small frown. “Think you can handle that?”

Trying to think through the weed and the exhaustion from sleepless nights preparing for tonight, it took Eddie a moment to put his thoughts on the matter in order. He didn’t know just how big a request he was asking, but he did know that it would have paled in comparison to whatever Chrissy would owe.

He also knew that he didn’t have much of a choice, not when his friends were being targeted.

“If it means Hellfire can walk through the halls of Hawkins High without being harassed…yeah,” he decided after a moment. “Shit. I’ll fucking pay whatever.”

Steve grinned then. “Excellent! Easy peasy. I’ll make certain everyone knows your little geek club is off limits, and make an example of anyone who thinks they know better than me.” His smile turned sharp again, his words holding a quiet menace beneath the pep. It was terrifying, honestly. “Now we just need to seal the deal.”

Steve’s eyes dropped down to Eddie’s mouth, making the boy flush a bright red as he remembered Steve saying something about a kiss. “Wha—” Eddie had to clear his throat again when his words started out as a squeak. Though he lost the ability to speak entirely when Steve flicked his wrist and suddenly had chapstick in his hand, swiftly applying it to his lips.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Capping the chapstick again, he flicked his wrist again and it disappeared. He grinned across at Eddie, leaning forward slightly to slowly crawl towards Eddie with a wicked red glint to his eyes. Eddie could only watch with wide eyes, sliding his legs along the couch as Steve pressed closer. Suddenly he was hovering over him, smirking down at Eddie who swallowed hard enough for it be audible.

Leaning closer still, Steve brought his lips to lightly hover over Eddie’s ear to softly murmur his next words. “To seal the deal, we have to…” Steve let out a soft chuckle that ghosted like warm fire smoke over the shell of Eddie’s ear, causing the boy to shiver. There was a pregnant pause, and then…

“Shake hands.”

Eddie blinked.

“What?” he croaked, and Steve was laughing as he pulled back and collapsed once more on the other end of the couch.

“Oh my god, your face,” Steve wheezed, clutching at his side as though the boisterous laughter was causing a stitch. “Dude, you should have seen it…” Steve made a fake shocked expression before dissolving into giggles again.

“Fuck you!” Eddie hissed, kicking a leg out at Steve’s thigh before he could think better of it. Maybe hitting a demon and swearing at them wasn’t the best idea. Luckily, Steve just smiled and let out a small amused huff.

“Sorry, I just really couldn’t resist,” Steve said after calming slightly. He tilted his head a little, eyes scanning over Eddie’s expression. “Unless you’d prefer to kiss to seal the deal. Honestly, any exchange that shows solidarity and connection works. But again, I prefer consent.”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip, his own eyes tracking over Steve, trying to read the truth there. He glanced down at his fingers in his lap and cleared his throat.

“And what if…I did consent?” he asked quietly.

Steve let out a soft breath, but when Eddie chanced a glance up at him through his hair, there was a small smile curling his lips as though trying to comfort him. He reaching out, grabbing Eddie’s ankle that was still in the couch again, caressing his pale skin with the warm pad of his thumb.

“Well, then I would ask if you wanted tongue or no tongue,” Steve smirked, though his own words were softly spoken. He rolled his tongue out over his bottom lip in emphasis, a flush taking over Eddie again when he noticed the tip of it was forked. The flush settled low in his belly.

“You really…you’re…I mean,” Eddie fumbled with his words, huffing in annoyance at himself.

“I told you, Munson. Demon, hedonist. Gender, especially in such a binary sort of understanding, is a human concept.” Steve rolled his eyes in that familiar bitchy way. “You speak out against conformity. You should understand that much at least.”

“Of course I do!” Eddie huffed, mildly offended. “I just didn’t expect golden boy jock king to have the same ideals.”

Steve shrugged, but his thumb never stopped stroking over Eddie’s ankle. “Granted, I do uphold a certain persona amongst the humans. It serves its purpose though.” He smirked a little over at Eddie. “But then I’m sure I’m not the only one wearing a mask around here.”

“At least I’m still human beneath mine,” Eddie muttered, causing Steve to grin. He shook his head with a soft sigh. “It’s not that I don’t like girls. I just…like both.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s the first time I’ve said that out loud to someone else.”

Steve gave him a soft smile. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Eddie let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head at himself. “Jesus. Yeah, it does.” He reached out with his leg again to poke Steve in the thigh. “Is this your demonic temptation? Making all the boys queer?”

“Just the pretty ones,” Steve grinned, causing Eddie to flush again. Steve hummed, his fingers moving up Eddie’s leg slightly, now lightly massaging Eddie’s calf. “If you’ve never said it out loud to another person, does that mean you’ve never…been with another man before?”

Eddie’s cheeks flamed with his blush, which was probably answer enough. He looked away, grabbing his hair to pull over his face again. “Not…I mean, I’ve kissed a boy, before. And…” He made a vague gesture with his free hand, blushing more furiously. He glanced back up at Steve. “But not all the way.”

Steve’s smile turned sharper, his eyes flooding with red swirls until red was all that Eddie could see. “Well. I’m not really a boy.” He huffed when Eddie’s eyes dropped automatically down to his lap. “Though I do have a dick. When I feel like it.” He removed his hand from Eddie’s leg to flick his hand over his lap. “Otherwise it’s schlick down there, like a Ken doll.”

A surprised snort of laughter erupted from Eddie, prompting him to slap a hand over his mouth. Had Steve always been this funny and surprisingly easy to talk to?

“Please don’t tell me you’re Kenning it right now, Harrington,” Eddie laughed.

“Why? You got plans for me, Munson,” Steve teased right back.

“Maybe,” Eddie said, trying to sound confident, though he was still a rosy pink. “Still gotta seal the deal, right?” He smirked a little, though inwardly he was utterly flabbergasted that he was flirting with Steve Harrington. Who was a demon. But to be quite honest, the second one was less startling than the first.

Steve laughed. “Don’t worry, darling. There’s no need to rush things.”

Which was all well and good…except maybe Eddie wanted to rush things. At least a little bit. He had Steve Harrington on his couch, the boy he’d had a bit of a crush on for years. Sure, it was a bit of a hate-crush at first, but it was becoming more and more obvious that there was more to Steve than he’d ever thought possible. Demonhood aside.

“I still need to seal the deal,” Eddie pointed out quietly.

Steve sighed, studying Eddie for a moment before quirking up his lips in a smile and crooking a finger at him. Eddie resisted the urge to scramble forward to take a deep breath before moving slowly closer to Steve’s side.

“So. I protect the freaks and geeks of Hawkins High, and you owe me a favor of my choosing whenever I decide to cash it in. Failure to do so will forfeit your soul and I’ll own it for all eternity.” Steve shrugged again. “Seems fair to me.”

Eddie snorted, but…well, he was desperate. So yeah, it was fair. Fairer than he had been expecting. He just hoped the favor wasn’t something morally reprehensible. Sure, this was Harrington, but he was also a demon. Eddie had to remember that.

“I agree to those terms,” Eddie breathed.

Steve’s red eyes flared brighter, his smile more pointed, and slowly his black tipped fingers slid into Eddie’s hair to draw his head closer. “You’ll have to initiate it, to make it binding,” he murmured, his voice a smoldering rumble again.

Eddie gulped. There was no turning back once he did this. Until he returned Steve’s favor, his soul was on the precipice of a knife. Eternal damnation or…freedom.

Staring at Harrington now, his glowing crimson eyes staring only at him, sharp teeth edging out of a smile for Eddie only, and his strong fingers holding Eddie close and sending a thrill down his spine…

Eddie couldn’t help but feel that. Well.

Maybe freedom was just a tiny bit overrated.

At the same time that Eddie sealed his deal with the demon, an angel across town lowered her trumpet with a small frown as she felt another soul claimed.

Not again, she thought aggrieved. What a dingus.

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Demon Eddie this, Demon Eddie that…take a minute to picture Demon STEVE

Theres so much fun to be had with that. Maybe that’s how he got to the top, favours and exchanges

People come to him with requests and they don’t know how, but he always gets it done.

And then they owe him.

It becomes a thing for him to jokingly go “you owe me!” With a big smile, but they literally do. And he always cashes in, but usually just for small things he wants in the moment. Like a spare cigarette or a drink at a party.

And hey! Maybe Eddie DOES try to summon demons…

And one night, after he’s playing dress up as a satanist, he finally manages to summon one successfully.

Not that he knows that, all he knows is that Steve Harrington is knocking on his door all of a sudden.

Stupid puffy hair and goofy grin staring at him while he leans in.

“You called?”

And Eddie looks towards the phone slowly and back to Steve. Because no, no he didn’t.

He’s too tired and high to even pretend to be polite, just shutting the door in his face before leaning against it with a deep sigh.

But when he opens his eyes, Steve is stood there. In his trailer. As if Eddie didn’t just block his only way in and- okay, yeah. His eyes are fucking red.

He probably shouldn’t have used that book.

[wheneverfeasible]

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Steve stared at the pamphlet in his hand, handed to him by one of those zealots that have been posting up on street corners and in parking lots ever since the “earthquakes” totaled Hawkins. He rolled his eyes and was just starting to crumple it up in his hand as he walked to his car before something stopped him.

He paused, brow furrowing slightly as he frowned down at the paper.

1. Is too "nice" to be true.

Steve was so used to being called an idiot by everyone, to being condescended to, that he had started taking it as just a simple matter of course. At least, until Eddie entered their little friend group.

Now, Eddie seemed to make it his life life’s mission to compliment Steve at least once a day, always with a smile to let Steve know it was meant genuinely, and even stood up to their friends’ playful bullying when it went to far.

He never made Steve feel stupid. Never made Steve feel like he was alone. He was just…really, really nice. More than Steve had ever thought was possible, at least when directed at someone like him.

It had taken a couple months of it for Steve to realize that Eddie meant it too, that Eddie wasn’t making fun of him in a way that Steve didn’t understand. Not only that, he went out of his way to do things for Steve, like offering to be the ones to drive the kids around when Steve had had a long day, or when his migraines were acting up.

He was just…really really nice. It was one of the things Steve noticed first about him. Huh.

2. Wants to spend time with you alone.

Eddie was always down for a big group hang with the kids, seeming to like keeping them under eye as much as Steve did. He also always enjoyed the nights that it was just the older kids, or even just Steve and Robin, but…

Those days, those nights, when it was just Steve and him…Eddie’s smiles always seemed so much bigger, so much more open. There were times when he specifically requested just Steve to hang out, always asking when he knew the others were busy, or simply asking Steve to keep hanging out after the others left.

His smile always shone brighter when Steve said yes.

3. Proposes that you be roommates and sleep in the same bed.

Steve hated his house. Hated how empty it was. Hated when it wasn’t. Hated how it was full of memories he didn’t want to think about anymore.

His parents were in discussion to sell it off, wanting to escape the curse that was Hawkins. They hadn’t included Steve in the talks of moving elsewhere. Which was fine. He was a grown man now. Had been responsible for himself long before he was an adult, even if he messed up sometimes.

And the thing was, him and Eddie had already talked about leaving town too. Now that the Upside Down was sealed away forever, and Vecna dead, there really wasn’t anything tying them down to Hawkins anymore either.

Sure, there were the kids, but they were growing up too, moving on, starting their own second chance at life too.

Eddie had offered Steve to crash at his and Wayne’s new trailer, saying that if they moved out of Hawkins, they could be roommates, so they might as well start now. Said that they might have to start somewhere cheap too, somewhere with only one room if any room at all, so it wouldn’t be strange to share a bed now.

It just made sense, Eddie said. It would save them money, and there would be someone nearby in case the nightmares became too much.

It made sense to Steve too, he had to admit.

4. Writes you love notes as to a sweetheart.

Sometimes, Eddie left little notes behind when they hung out. Jotted down thoughts sometimes, but most often than not it seemed to be song lyrics. Steve assumed he just left them by accident, had tried to return them to Eddie next time he saw them, but Eddie always smiled and said that he already had them memorized.

It was strange though. They weren’t the typical sort of fantastical nonsense or rebellion that was usually in Corroded Coffin songs. If Steve didn’t know any better, he’d almost say they were…love songs.

Steve really wished Eddie would play them for him whenever he finished writing them. They made his chest ache in a way that almost felt good.

5. Directs the conversation to intimate matters.

Eddie wasn’t a prude, that was for sure. He’d talked about his own limited experiences, mentioned how the first two girls he’d slept with he’d only done it first to lose his virginity, and second because why not. The third one he’d thought he’d loved, but later confessed that he thought he was more in love with the idea of being loved than actually loving her as a person.

He then poked and prodded about Steve’s history, wanting to know the juicy details, though he always seemed off afterwards. Not annoyed, necessarily, but…almost like he regretted knowing despite being the one asking in the first place.

He joked around a lot too, making sexual innuendos about a lot of things. Strangely, he only ever seemed to do this with Steve, however. He seemed strangely fascinated watching Steve eat bananas too.

Steve never really knew why he always felt like eating bananas around Eddie. Maybe it was because Eddie always seemed to shut up whatever he was ranting about when he did.

Maybe Steve sometimes wondered what other fruits might have the same effect on Eddie.

6. Wants to touch the private parts of your body.

Eddie never touched Steve in a way that made him uncomfortable. He never touched Steve in a way that raised alarm bells. Never touched anywhere private.

Though, sure, his touch lingered elsewhere sometimes.

Once, Steve recalled the heat of Eddie’s hand on his hip, the pinky of his fingertip just barely brushing at the edge of Steve’s swim trunks, when he’d passed by him at the public pool.

It wasn’t anything unusual. Steve, having history as a lifeguard as well as having been co-captain on the swim team, had aided Eddie a lot during his physical therapy days when it was his aquatic therapy days. They had to learn to be comfortable with their bare skin touching sometimes.

Granted, they could have worn swim shirts, but they both agreed that it was best that Eddie had as much freedom to move as possible, and Steve wanted the same to be as helpful as possible. He was used to Eddie’s hands on his chest, his hips, his back, his arms, even his thighs occasionally. Just as his were on Eddie’s.

Sure, there had been the one time that Eddie had accidentally groped him at the start, back when they’d first started out and Eddie had been flailing as his regrowing muscles spasmed, but Eddie had looked so mortified that Steve knew it wasn’t on purpose.

(He also remembered how terrified Eddie had looked, how he’d cringed away like he expected Steve to hit him, and still to this day thinking about it made bile rise up in his throat.

(He sometimes wished Eddie would do it again so that Steve could prove he was fine with it.

(Eddie sometimes looked like he wanted to too.)

Eddie…oh. Huh.

Steve blinked down at the crinkled paper in his hand. The points slowly slotted together in his mind.

Eddie, always so considerate of him.

Eddie, always so happy to see him.

Eddie, always willing to open up his space to him.

Eddie, writing love songs when with him.

Eddie, wanting to know everything about him.

Eddie, wanting to touch him.

Oh.

Oh.

THESE ARE SOME OF THE TRADEMARKS OF HOMOSEXUALITY.

The last eight words on the pamphlet glared up at him. Eddie was…

He should have seen it earlier. Should have recognized things for what they were, especially after knowing Robin for as long as he did. Should have realized sooner.

But…it wasn’t just that. Wasn’t just Eddie and…this.

It was Steve.

Steve, always so happy when Eddie did things for him, always so eager to return the gesture.

Steve, who loved those quiet nights when it was just the two of them perhaps more than when they hung out as a group.

Steve, who thought it would be fun to be Eddie’s roommate, not having considered they would need two bedrooms until Eddie mentioned it was cost effective to only have one.

Steve, who wasn’t good with words but cherished all the scraps of paper that Eddie left behind with his, feeling the urge to write something back as if the words had been meant for him and him alone.

Steve, who hated the thought of Eddie being with someone who didn’t truly love him, but wanting to know everything, who laughed at Eddie’s jokes and ate bananas around him for a reason he wouldn’t admit to himself before.

Steve, whose skin burned at Eddie’s touch in a way that only made him crave more, made him want to return the gesture, made him want to be the only one who touched Eddie like that again.

Oh.

Right.

Okay.

Steve thickly swallowed, staring at those last words again, and though he thought a part of him should have felt unease, all he felt was…relief.

Steve looked up, finally crumpling the paper and tossing it over his shoulder as he finally moved to put the groceries he was holding in the back of his car. They were for the dinner he was preparing to make for Eddie tonight. It wasn’t for a special occasion or anything, just something he offered because he wanted to, because it felt right.

Now he knew why.

Grinning, Steve slid into the driver seat and made his way towards the refurbished Forest Hills, figuring that he might not be the best with words, but he thought he could tell Eddie through his actions what he’d just learned. What he’d just realized.

And who knows, maybe he could even add his own trademark at the end of the night.

Lucky number 7.

And then maybe lucky number 8, 9, 10, 11, 12…

The possibilities, and their future, were endless.

~~~~~~~~

Oop. I saw that post and was inspired. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[blackhholes]

teen wolf meme: [2/5] motifs -> water

You know, when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called "voluntary apnea." It's, like, no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then, when you finally do let it in... that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's-it's actually kind of peaceful.

[wheneverfeasible]

Let us be sick together bestie.

But also, both would happen. First, Arthur would pretend he was fine. He would be pale af with flushed cheeks, sweet dotting his brow. There would be dark circles under glassy eyes. His throat would be hoarse and he’d occasionally sniffle, even while trying to cover his coughs as cleared throats. He would snap at anyone who brought it up or who asked him if he should sit down.

Merlin would be annoyed, would be impatient, and Arthur would snap at him the most for “fawning” over him and threaten him with the stocks for insubordination. Until Arthur is in his armor, sweating and swaying as he stands at the round table talking strategy but obviously muddleheaded, and then he collapses.

Then we have Arthur in bed, bemoaning how sickly he is, being a huge baby about it while Merlin tends to his needs, bitching about it all the while, even as he does his best to take care of Arthur. Sharp tongue but gentle hands. Mostly. He might tuck Arthur a little too sharply into bed when the man says he’s cold, might slap a slightly more than damp cloth over Arthur’s face instead of gently placing it over his forehead, might smack his back a little too hard when helping him clear out a cough.

But Arthur would first try to power through, would pretend he wasn’t sick, until he couldn’t anymore. And then he would take all the comfort he could from Merlin because he knows deep down, even in his most vulnerable, he can trust Merlin. Even if he threatens the stocks every time Merlin is a little rude, whining that he’s sick and Merlin should be nicer, to which Merlin always responds, “yes yes, sire, a night in the stocks as soon as you’re well” while they both know it won’t actually happen.

The episode would end with Arthur recovered, demanding Merlin to hurry up with whatever he was doing (dressing Arthur, carrying his weapons to the training yard, whatever) and it’s just Merlin looking pale and Merlin complains about Arthur being tyrant to which Arthur calls Merlin a baby, but then later you see Merlin passed out in a chair in Arthur’s room with Arthur’s half-polished boot in hand and Arthur steps forward, places his hand lightly against Merlin’s blazing forehead which Merlin subconsciously leans into, and then you see a soft smile that Arthur only ever looks at Merlin with when the other man can’t see and carefully takes the boot and cloth from his hands and covers him with a blanket and lets him continue sleeping.

and then they make out about it later lol jk

I’ve been sick these last 4 days and it’s awful but it made me realize that we were robbed of sick Arthur.

He’d either be a giant baby about it or he’d try to pretend he was fine while basically dying. Probably the latter since we’ve seen him try to play off very bad wounds, but I’d like to see both versions honestly.

And then Merlins reaction would be wonderful. If Arthur’s being a baby about it, Merlin would be so annoyed and petty. But if Arthur was trying to pretend nothing is wrong while looking like a corpse, Merlin would also be very annoyed and petty, but in a completely different way. Like, “I care about you so much and am worried about you so I’m going to annoy you into admitting you’re sick so I can take care of you”

[skunkes]

do u have any opinions on jayvik?

i like em! while my s/lco fixation was dormant they were what I focused on when S1 came out. But like, that's it ykwim. I like seeing em and art of em a lot but rarely care about ships enough to become super dedicated to em/make fanart etc...i think if u go far down enough my arcane tag u can see that when s1 came out the only indication i had watched it was rbing a single gifset of a scene with em LMAO... i heart gay people

[keeponquinning]

Is anyone else watching Andor?

Is anyone else turned on by angry!Cassian?

Also undercover!cassian.

Or just Cassian Andor.

Yeah.

Y e a h.

[wheneverfeasible]

Don’t make me add another wip to my list that’s already burying me.

Though I do kinda have an idea I’m playing around with based off a book synopsis I read at work where Steve is a famous athlete and Eddie is just some random joe.

Where are all the Steddie fics where Steve is the famous one and Eddie's just an average guy? Like famous athlete Steve who's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and he meets the handsome town mechanic. Or music teacher Eddie who's secretary married to Steve who's an up and coming actor. I might be alone in this but I just think Steve is cooler than Eddie and a lot of fics don't treat him that way?

[artaintfart]

I might get in trouble for this one but. Older AshLeaf thing I did b4 redesigning him…. I have a lil au with them but it’s not happy or healthy it’s basically a swap between ashsquilf (tho that was barely a thing) and leafcrow so ash is the father of the 3 bc angst….. being killed by ur own daughter abusing ur own son yk how it is… but he gets just as disgusting and nasty with leaf once she breaks things off n stuff. I could go on ab it I love it

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Ok, KP lovers. I got a crossover plot bunny with THK.

Imagine: Mother sends the boys to take out one of the Theerapanyakun's (and sends out the order expecting them not to make it back alive)

But when shit hits the fan and they're all duking it out, Pete realizes that one of Kinn's attackers is the baby Dom he and Vegas had been meeting up with at their favorite Dungeon. (To show him the "ropes" and how to play safe) Queue an awkward stand off where Vegas tells Fadel that Mommy dearest set him up and Bison is frustrated that he didn't realize his sex buddies were business adjacent to him. Lol

[iron-sides]

watching this vod (mapicc 0517) and it just seems more and more like hannah has literally never done anything to anyone and like half of ls is beefing with her for reasons they made up inside their heads. and when i say half of ls what i actually mean there is 3/5ths of atlas

[wheneverfeasible]

For Scoops - Marshmallow

tags: a!eddie munson, o!steve harrington, technically underage, frottage, coming in pants, public sex

~

Wayne had always told him late bloomers ran in the family. That there was nothing wrong with being almost eighteen and still haven’t had his presentation heat yet. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that definitely had a sugary sweet scent according to everyone else, he might have just assumed he’d be a beta all his life like his dad.

But the fact of the matter was that, faint though it was, he did smell sweet—“Like fresh marshmallows,” his uncle had described it one time—and he’d never lost that baby weight which was really only common amongst omegas. Unless you were perfect Steve “the Hair” Harrington, with his near chiseled good looks and butterscotch-peach scent, who might have been an omega but was also so excessively hairy (when he wasn’t waxing for swim) that many mistook him for an alpha at a distance.

Secretly, while he appreciated the way Harrington looked just like 90% of the rest of the school, Eddie liked the softness of his own face, the way his body wasn’t exactly plump, but definitely…squishy in places. Perfect for rearing pups, or so the myth went. Wayne was a wiry older omega who, though he never found an alpha he wanted to settle down with, had assured Eddie that any body type was capable of rearing perfectly healthy pups.

Granted, that only mattered if anyone even wanted to have pups with Eddie to begin with, which…so far didn’t seem quite so likely. Even for an omega, his scent seemed unbearably sweet, and it would only get worse when he finally presented.

“Move it, Freak.”

Eddie’s expression furrowed into a glaring frown as he was roughly knocked into by one of the regular knotheaded jocks who made his and the rest of the freaks’ lives hell. He rubbed at his smarting shoulder where he'd collided with the doorframe leading into the gym, feeling his ire tick up another notch.

Eddie could admit that he could have a bit of a temper at times, though usually he never felt truly angry, more just annoyed when things didn’t go to plan, or when someone went after one of the freaks under his protection. He didn’t have pups yet, but he supposed he had some omegan instincts when it came to his pseudo-brood.

Lately, however, he could feel his temper rising far too easily. Maybe it was just the approaching warmer months. It was still early spring, but Eddie could swear that the days were already getting unbearably hot, which just heightened his general annoyance. Knotheaded alphas throwing their proverbial weight around certainly didn’t help matters.

Knothead 1 laughed with his friends Knothead 2 and Knothead 3, going to high-five Knothead 4 who—wait, that wasn’t a knothead, that was Harrington, who had his hands on his hips and looking almost as annoyed as Eddie felt. He muttered something to his fellow jocks, causing them to look very much like chastised pups for a moment before they slunk off to more of their jeering friends.

Harrington glanced over at him for a moment, his lips a thin thin of disapproval, but he looked away to join his friends without any other acknowledgment. Typical.

Still. It was heartening to see an omega hold that much sway, though Eddie doubted any of the philistines would ever show him that sort of respect, no matter how much he puffed out his chest like Harrington did.

Despite Harrington’s stern words earlier, gym class was still gym class. It was loud, and sweaty, and the popular jocks and the coach both liked to make kids like Eddie suffer the embarrassment of not being athletically gifted. And today’s horror?

Wrestling.

Though the season was freshly over, the coach and players were riding high from winning State Championships, heckling the basketball players who had lost that opportunity yet again. This meant that for the last week everyone had been sent through the fucking wringer, forced to participate in amateur wrestling matches for PE credit.

Credit that Eddie was sorely lacking on, even to the point of not graduating. Which might have been more concerning, if he wasn’t also lacking in necessary credit in English, Science, and Math as well.

Eddie had taken to skipping after the first day it was revealed what they were going to be doing, when he’d been forced into participating and been slammed into the mat by some unpresented freshman called Andy or whatever the fuck who was most assuredly going to be an alpha in two years max. He could still feel the wet spittle of the boy’s acrid breath on his cheeks as he muttered taunts in Eddie’s ear about how sweet he smelled.

‘Like a good little omega bitch,’ had been what Andy-or-whatever had spat at him.

Eddie could only thank his lucky stars that the school board couldn’t let alphas wrestle against anyone except other alphas. There were plenty of aggressive and angry unpresented and betas though, not to mention Harrington himself was omega.

Though…Harrington never had the same sort of aggression that so many others had. He was focused, and exacting, and everything one expected of a Team Captain—which was a feat in and of itself for being an omega—but he wasn’t violent or aggressive in a way that Eddie jocks to be.

He was a douchebag, certainly, with his money and his looks and his popularity, but…he wasn’t a bully. Just kind of…above it all, for the most part.

Except for when Eddie noticed him sticking up for the losers and the geeks and the freaks.

Except when Eddie saw Harrington pull his buddy Hagan off of Gareth when the freshie got a little bold in his tone against the jocks.

Except when Eddie saw Harrington help a small pup with a broken bike chain, despite the pup snarling at Steve the entire time.

None of that mattered, however. Except today. Because Eddie had been escaping this particular torture all week. Except today. When one of the teachers caught him attempting to ditch and all but frog marched him to the gym. When he felt hot, and sticky, and angry, and so fucking done with the day, and he was an unpresented omega so he was set against the omega of the graduating class he wouldn’t be a part of and…and…and…

And fuck, Harrington smelt so good, and he was pinning Eddie to the mat, thigh spread against Eddie’s chest, hand at the back of his neck, taint smelling so good against him, and he smelt so fucking sweet, and Eddie felt so fucking hot, and there was a burning in his skin and his nose and every single fucking molecule in his body and and and—

“Mine,” Eddie growled, and it didn’t matter what position he was in, because red was covering his eyes, and Eddie could only gasp as he arched against the firm hips of the omega he had against him, could only whine for more as his own hips rocked up and thrust and sought to prove that there was more to be had than just sloppy seconds—

Harrington gasped beneath him—when did he get beneath him??—his own neck arched as Eddie nuzzled at it, ignoring the commotion around them after he instinctually flipped the other boy, pressing against him to huff in the intoxicatingly sweet aroma. Fingers grasped at his Hawkins High PE shirt, a small growl leaving Eddie at the thought of the sweet omega pushing him away, except Harrington pulled him forward.

“Eddie,” Harrington whined beneath him, and fuck, that had Eddie’s dick filling out faster than anything, except perhaps the sudden perfume in the air of the omega’s answering arousal.

“Wanna breed you,” Eddie continued to growl, lips dancing over the moles he’d had daydreams about to speak directly into Harrington’s—Steve’s—ear. “Wanna fill you with my pups until you’re round and plump.”

Steve’s sweet scent exploded, and though he couldn’t feel it yet, he could almost taste the way slick filled the other boy’s sinfully short gym shorts.

Hands scrambled over his back, slipping under his own size-too-small shirt to paw at the meat around his middle, another gasp leaving the omega as hard muscle pressed into soft flesh, the weight of him pinning the other boy down.

Distantly, he could hear concerned voices shouting, could smell distress, but not from the sweet omega beneath him. No, the only thing he could smell from Steve was complete and utter desire.

Buzzing filled his ears as he lowered his mouth to Steve’s neck once more, grazing it with his teeth, tongue laving over the sweaty skin. He could feel Steve’s chest rumbling beneath him, could hear a muffled sound over the buzzing, though it took Eddie a moment to realize it was Steve talking to someone. Someone who wasn’t him.

“—ine, I’m fine,” Steve was gasping out, even as he writhed under Eddie, pulling him down tighter as he arched up against him. “Get everyone out. I’ll handle this, don’t worry.”

“Harrington, it would be irresponsible—”

“Trust me, Coach Jacobs. We need to—hn—to break his fever and this is—ah—the quickest and safest way. Fuck.”

Eddie licked Steve’s neck again, his thick fingers skating over the over where he’d shoved his hand down the other boy’s gym shorts. He could feel the dampness sticking to the toned body beneath him, could feel the hard line of Steve’s answering erection twitching against his palm.

When the sour scent of other got nearer, footsteps coming closer, a deep growl rumbled out of him, his teeth possessively clamping over flesh, causing the steps to falter.

“Coach, please, I’ve got this. Just get everyone out,” Steve panted, audibly cutting off a whine at the press of Eddie’s teeth. Not enough to break skin, but it was a near thing.

There was more of a commotion, but Eddie didn’t care, because then the heavy gym doors were slamming shut and they were finally, blissfully alone.

“Eddie,” Steve breathed, all of his attention back where it belonged. “Fuck, alpha, you smell so good.”

Alpha.

Him?

Shit.

He’d be anything Steve wanted him to be if it meant he got to have this, have Steve, who was wrapping a leg over Eddie’s wide hip, his hand moving to slip under the waistband of Eddie’s shorts.

“Like fucking s’mores. I bet you’re just as gooey. C’mon, Eddie. Gotta come for me, alpha,” Steve breathed into his ear, squirming his hand past Eddie’s boxers to slip inside and grasp Eddie’s cock with sure fingers.

A punched out sound left Eddie’s lips at that, hips jerking into the touch, causing Steve to grin.

“Fuck, you’re big. I bet you’d fill me so good. Bet I’d still feel you for ages afterwards.” Steve’s free hand moved to cup Eddie’s jaw, forcing him back enough to get a proper look at his face, even as his hand used the readily supplied precome dripping from Eddie’s tip to begin stroking over his turgid flesh.

Eddie let out a deep moan for that, hips continuing to jerk with the touch, but Steve caught his eyes with his own, compelling him to stare into them with wonder.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Do you understand me? Talk to me, Eddie. Do you understand what’s happening?”

What’s happening was Steve Harrington was jerking him off in the school gymnasium. Shit.

“Ome—,” Eddie broke off with a deep groan, before swallowing thickly. “Steve.”

“That’s right, Eddie. You’re going into rut.”

“I—t-that’s impossible,” he gasped, finding it much harder than normal to form thoughts, and not just because Steve’s hand never paused its movements.

“This would suggest otherwise,” Steve smirked, his hand sliding lower on Eddie’s cock and grasping something that had Eddie shouting out another moan. “That’s your knot, baby. It wants to fill me up, wants to plug me with your seed to make a bunch of little mini Munson-Harringtons.”

Steve bit his lip then, the sweet scent of him enveloping Eddie, telling him the boy beneath him had just produced a fresh wave of slick. At the thought of Eddie’s…knot?

“Su-s-suppos’d t’be omega,” Eddie weakly protested, feeling the foreign sensation of his knot growing for the first time.

“Sorry, baby. But you’re an alpha. And you’re going into your presentation rut, so we need to bring your fever down. Do you remember health class? What we need to do?”

“Skipped,” Eddie whined, wanting to tell Steve that if he wanted Eddie to have coherent thoughts that he needed to stop touching him, yet never wanting Steve to stop at the same time.

Steve snorted, looking oddly fond, even as his cheeks were stained with the flush of arousal, pupils blown. “Course you did,” he muttered. He shook his head then against the mat, drawing Eddie forward to ghost his lips over Eddie’s own. “We need you to have an orgasm, to come. Need you to clear your head. Then we need to get you home.”

A small growl left Eddie at that. “Stay?”

That almost-fond smile again. “I shouldn’t, not until after your rut. But…I will.” He then licked Eddie’s lips with a mischievous smirk. “Not the first alpha I’ve helped out.”

The thought of Steve doing this with anyone else sent a roar of possessive jealousy through him. If he had his way, Steve would never do this with anyone else ever again.

Eddie all but ripped himself out of Steve’s grasp, pulling away and causing Steve to let out a whine of protest, though that whine quickly turned into a yelp when Eddie grabbed the omega by his hips and flipped him over. Steve groaned spreading his legs automatically as Eddie pressed in, rubbing his erection over Steve’s ass.

“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve whined, winded as Eddie’s weight settled along his back, pressing him further into the mat beneath him. “Alpha, please. Just like that. Wanna feel you. Want you.”

Eddie nosed at the back of Steve’s hairline as he rocked his hips against Steve’s, pressing the length of his erection against the covered cleft of Steve’s ass. His shorts were noticeably wet by now, though Eddie’s weren’t much better.

“Mine,” Eddie growled, low and deep, thrusting against Steve’s ass as his large hand pinned him to the ground.

“Yours, fuck, Eddie, I’m yours,” Steve gasped, tears springing to his eyes as every rocking motion pressed his own erection between the mat and his body. “Wanted you for so long,” he groaned. “Didn’t care if you were another omega, or a beta, or whatever else. Just wanted this.”

Steve’s words were like their own aphrodisiac, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout his synapses. Grunting, growling, panting, Eddie fucked against Steve’s ass at an almost punishing pace, feeling his new knot inflate more and more until he was painfully hard and ready to blow.

“Gonna make you mine forever,” Eddie snarled in promise, and then he snapped his hips so roughly against Steve’s that the boy jerked forward against the mat with a sharp cry. At the same time, the pressure at the base of Eddie shattered, and he felt thick, hot ropes of his seed release into his shorts.

Steve shuddered beneath him, his butterscotch-peach scent blooming and the wetness of his shorts expanding as his own release broke.

Together, they lay panting against each other, their rapid heartbeats seeming to thrum in rhythm. Slowly, awareness slithered back into Eddie’s brain, the overwhelming heat he’d been experiencing lately giving way to cooling sweat. The front of his shorts were sticky with spend, while Steve’s slick drench them both despite the layers of clothing between them.

Oh shit. Steve.

“Ste—” Eddie broke off with a grimace, uncertain if he was allowed that familiarity any longer. He’d be lucky to make it off campus today without getting his ass kicked, he was certain.

He started to lift himself off the other boy, knowing he had to be crushing him, but before he could move far, Steve’s sure grip shot out and grabbed him by the wrist. Given enough space now, Steve slowly rolled over, making Eddie brace for—

Purring?

Eddie blinked down at Steve, who was staring up at him with the blissful, dopey smile of the well-satisfied. The unmistakable sound of purring vibrated through Steve before he consciously shook himself.

“Well. I think it’s safe to say you won that match for sure,” Steve teased, releasing Eddie’s wrist to wrap his arms around Eddie’s neck and pull him back down on top of him. He squirmed with a small hum, tucking Eddie’s hair behind his ear. “But I think I’m due a rematch.”

Steve grinned as he pulled Eddie down into a kiss, which Eddie could only return with baffled surprise. Surprise quickly gave way to pleasure, however, as Steve licked into his mouth with a happy groan. They only broke apart when warmth started settling over Eddie’s skin again, his cock beginning to twitch and fill with interest once more.

Pulling away, Steve gave a chirping laugh. “C’mon, baby. I said we needed to get you home, but my parents aren’t home and my nest is so very lonely. Let’s take care of the rest of your rut, shall we?”

Eddie had always been told that alphas in rut were aggressive beasts, which he could acknowledge that he had been just a little bit. He’d also been told that all alphas wanted to do was take and claim.

Except, as Steve reached out to take his hand with a coy smile as they made their (slightly uncomfortable, thanks to the mess in their shorts) way to the locker rooms to clean up and escape school for the day, Eddie couldn’t help but think that he had been claimed instead.

And he was just fine with that. Maybe this was his year after all.

~

ao3 part 2

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I have never written omegaverse in my life, but since I’ve recently-ish started reading more of it:

Unpresented Eddie who never quite lost his baby fat and everyone at school always teases him because his scent, faint as it is while still young, carries definite hints of marshmallow. Just pure, sugary sweet. Everyone, including Eddie himself, is 100% sure he’ll present as an omega.

Then one day, with the additional horrifying level of happening during gym class, his scent suddenly blooms into campfire and earthiness and toasted marshmallow as he enters the preliminary stage of his presentation rut.

[wheneverfeasible]

Steve’s used to not being loved.

He’d known his parents didn’t love him since he was a young child. He’d known that the girls he casually took on dates and occasionally fucked didn’t love him. He’d known Tommy and Carol didn’t love him like friends were supposed to. They all loved his reputation, sure, but not him. It was easy though because he didn’t love them either.

He’d loved his parents once, a long time ago. Back before they were practically strangers, but that love had been the obligation of biology. He’d thought he loved Tommy and Carol, but it had all been too surface level and focused on popularity.

He had loved Nancy though. He finally found someone he could start to be his true self with and he loved her and he thought she loved him, only…only she didn’t.

He couldn’t blame her. After a while, when the same thing keeps happening, you kind of have to look for the common factor in all those loveless relationships and see what the real issue was. Simply put…

Steve was just unloveable.

Maybe it was his past. Not that he’d actually been a bully or anything, he’d actually shut down a lot of bullying even among his then-friends and teammates, but he had been kind of self-absorbed. Or maybe it was just the fact that he wasn’t as smart as the people he found himself surrounded by. Maybe it was just the fact that he wasn’t anything special, not at the end of the day.

Except he could take a punch.

And slowly, he found people that did love him. The other kids might tolerate him, might like him, but Dustin genuinely loved him, he knew that. Dustin was his original ride-or-die. Dustin might be a little shithead that constantly treated Steve like he was stupid, but he was like his brother. And Dustin also make him feel amazing and wanted and loved.

And then there was Robin. Most amazing of all really was that Robin loved him. His Platonic soulmate. His other ride-or-die. She saw him at his lowest and saw him at his highest, was there for him when he had stuff he didn’t want to drop on a teen boy who should be worrying about pimples and bad hair days, not interdimensional monsters and evil wizards. Robin made him feel loved too, even if she also sometimes teased him a little too sharply.

There was also Max of course. He’d been surprised at receiving a letter from her too, back when Vecna had been after her. He’d read it, back when she’d been in her coma. She hadn’t said she loved him, but it was there in other ways. The big brother she should have had all along.

So yeah, okay, Steve was loved. But it was platonic. It was friends, his new kind of family even, but it wasn’t the love he’d always wanted and never had. He just accepted the fact that people didn’t love him that way.

Which was why, when he realized he was in love with Eddie, he just sighed and accepted it and never changed anything in the way he interacted with the other man. He didn’t bother telling Eddie because he knew there was no point. Besides, Robin called him out on it, said he was being so obvious about his feelings, but Eddie never said anything too.

So okay. Steve was in love with Eddie, but Eddie wasn’t in love with Steve. Eddie also didn’t treat Steve any differently despite knowing that Steve loved him. After all, if Steve was so obvious about it, then Eddie had to know too already, right?

So Steve watched Eddie come out to them, had nodded along when Eddie nervously explained what bisexuality was, having already had his own crisis before though he realized he’d never officially come out either. But then if his feelings for Eddie were so obvious, he figured he didn’t have to, so he didn’t say anything and let Eddie have his moment.

And it didn’t matter that Eddie liked guys. He still couldn’t love Steve, so Steve just accepted it and let it be. He didn’t flinch when Eddie mentioned meeting a guy in the city, was even downright friendly when Eddie eventually brought the guy around to meet everyone.

It hurt, of course, but Steve’s feelings were his own problem; he wasn’t going to let the fact that he was in love with one of his best friends make things awkward. Eddie was nice enough that he never told Steve to knock it off when Steve got a little too touchy with him, though Steve backed off in his own when Eddie seemed a little panicked about it sometimes.

Steve was even there for Eddie when Eddie came over crying because he and guy broke up. He wouldn’t tell Steve why they broke up, not entirely, but eventually Steve learned it was because Eddie had feelings for someone else this entire time.

Steve wondered who it was, but in any case he just hoped Eddie got to be happy with them eventually. He later told Eddie one day when Eddie was over that he was a great guy, obviously, and anyone Eddie liked would be a lucky person. He hoped he didn’t sound judgmental about it, didn’t want Eddie to think he was being petty or whatever, but Eddie just looked sad again and left soon after.

Steve knew he had a problem about being too much sometimes. It had pushed Nancy away, and every girl he’d tried to date afterwards never really liked him enough either. It was still just his reputation and his hair that got him dates, not who he was himself. That was fine. Temporary companionship was better than nothing he supposed.

And life continued, and Steve kept loving Eddie, and he was content that Eddie let him love him, even if there was no hope of it being reciprocated.

And then Steve went on a date with a guy.

It was…okay. The guy was a lot handsier than Steve would like, and kind of boring when compared to Eddie, but Steve just shrugged and figured that at least it’s be someone else’s hand this time. And it was okay. No great spark or anything. More of a glorified one night stand than anything, but it was fine.

He knew he needed to get out dating again. Girls and guys. His love for Eddie wasn’t abating at all, so he couldn’t bring himself to actually date anyone, but he could do hookups.

Which was how Eddie found him one day, mouth around some guy at a bar in Indy because they had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Oops. It was a little annoying though that Eddie looked as upset as he did. He appreciated the fact that Eddie didn’t call him out for his unwanted feelings, but it wasn’t fair that he thought Steve shouldn’t be able to move on.

They got into a fight.

They never exactly said what they were fighting about with words, but Eddie yelled at him for having unsafe sex, while Steve yelled at him for being a hypocrite, and then Eddie yelled at him for leading the guy on, and Steve said that that was a bit rich coming from him.

And Eddie was yelling and yelling and yelling about who knows what, telling Steve he shouldn’t be having random hookups in bathrooms when he wasn’t even gay, and Steve yelled that bisexual men can have bathroom hookups too, and that seemed to surprise Eddie for some reason.

In any case, it caused him to shut up for long enough for Steve to angrily tell him that just because Steve loved him, it didn’t give him the right to tell Steve what he could or could not do, especially when he knew Eddie didn’t love him back.

And then…

“You…you love me?” Eddie choked out, his eyes wide as he stared across the dark alley outside the bar, where he’d dragged Steve after catching him on his knees.

Steve rolled his eyes, jutting out one hip to place a hand on while the other hand ran aggressively through his hair. It was started to rain while they were in the bar, a light drizzle that was slowly weighing down their hair, not that either of them paid it any mind.

“Jesus, Munson, are you really going to make me listen to the whole spiel again?” He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in frustration. “This is bullshit, I’m bullshit, my love is bullshit, yadda yadda yadda. Or are we going the other way? The sad puppy eyes and the fact that you like someone else and it could never be me? I already know all this, Munson.”

Eddie continued gaping at Steve like a fish. It was starting to make him vaguely uncomfortable. Eddie shook his head, long strands of hair whipping wetly around him. “H-how long have you loved me?” Eddie whispered.

Steve’s frown deepened. “I don’t know, man. You probably clocked it before I even did. I just barely realized like a year and half ago.”

Eddie’s eyes bugged further. “You’ve love me for a year and a half?” he asked incredulously, making Steve’s frown turn from annoyance to confusion.

“You already knew this, Eddie.”

“I most certainly did not!”

And…oh. Oof. Okay. Steve grimaced and held his hands up suddenly in a surrender sort of way. “Yikes. Okay, well, this doesn’t have to change anythi—”

“This changes everything!” Eddie exclaimed in what others might cause a shriek.

Steve winced, taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. “Eddie…Eddie, please, c’mon,” he tried to reason, feeling dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He was suddenly remembering all the times he’d invaded Eddie’s space, how many times he’d flirted back with Eddie’s fake flirting, thinking it was okay because the other man knew how he felt.

Fuck. Fuck, he’d fucked up again.

“Eddie, I know you don’t love me, okay,” he rushed to say. “I know you can never love me. I get it, okay? I’m not trying to force you to feel any way or anything. Just like with Robin and Nancy, the fact that I like you doesn’t have to change anything.”

“Not…Steve,” Eddie said, reaching up to grip and pull at his own hair as an incredulous laugh escaped him. “Steve, I fucking love you.”

Steve tried not to let that hurt. He knew Eddie probably didn’t get how much him saying that pained Steve since it wasn’t the kind of love he was talking about, so he wasn’t going to get upset at him over that.

“I know,” he sighed, slowly letting himself relax his body posture. “I know you love me in a friend way. And that’s enough for me, really! I love you like a friend too, so the fact that I also—”

“No Steve,” Eddie cut in again, and while he seemed exasperated, a wide smile was also starting to curl over his lips. “Robin was right and you really are a dingus. I mean, yes, I love you as a friend, but I’m also in love with you. Romantic styles.”

“I…” Steve blinked. He tried to understand Eddie’s words but they didn’t make sense. “What?”

Eddie snorted out a laugh, and the smile curled on his lips stretched out into a grin. He took a step closer. “I’m in love with you, Steve Harrington. I have been since…hell, probably since you went all Ozzy on me. But definitely since I woke up in the hospital to you holding my hand.”

Steve’s stomach swooped. “I don’t understand,” he said, and even to his own ears there was a small whine there. “You don’t…people don’t love me,” he pointed out. “They can’t. There’s something about me that just makes it impossible.”

Eddie scoffed, reaching out once he was closer enough to curl his fingers in the sleeves at Steve’s biceps. They were both now well and truly wet from the rain, but neither of them paid any attention to it at all.

“Now that’s bullshit, Harrington. You’re so fucking easy to love. As a friend and as something…more. I love you, Steve.”

Steve wanted to deny it again, wanted to say that that was impossible, because…because he’d never heard those words. Sure, Dustin and Robin told him they loved him, but romantically? Even Nancy had never told him that in those words. Not even in a lie. He couldn’t fully comprehend that he was hearing them now.

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie breathed, his hands moving to cup Steve’s jaw. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life telling you that. You’re stuck with me now, big boy.”

And then Eddie kissed him.

Eddie was true to his words. He told Steve he loved him every single day, told him with his words and his actions and when it was legal, he told him again in front of all their friends and found family when he made a vow as a his husband.

And Steve? Well, it took a while for him for actually believe it, but nowadays? When Eddie kisses him good morning every day in bed, whispering his devotion, and every night doing the same, telling Steve he’ll see him in his dreams? Well…

Steve’s used to being loved. And he spends every day loving in return.

~

Hi hello I have no idea what this is but I just started typing and then I didn’t stop until this was completed lol

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