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[viviseawrites]

steve harrington presents as an alpha a month into his senior year of high school, when the weather is just turning crisp for fall. his parents are thrilled—his father keeps talking about the clout it brings to the harrington name and partnerships it might encourage at the office.

steve harrington presents as an alpha, and he knows it’s wrong. he feels it in his bones. when his first rut hits, it's like running into a wall. everything stops. everything hurts. he’s angry about his rut, made angrier by the hormones rushing through him.

he locks himself in his room, tears apart the soft pillows on his bed with too-sharp teeth. he does not deserve soft things, does not deserve gentleness. his rage wanes as the rut comes to an end, and in its wake, he feels empty, like it burned him from the inside out.

nancy says he smells like a forest fire. he sees the way she winces at it, sees how she sometimes raises her upper lip like she means to snarl at him, to rise to a threat. steve never wanted to be a threat.

but when the Upside Down comes back for round two, he puts himself in front of the stupidly brave pups and turns his nail-studded bat against the four-legged demogorgon babies. he plants his feet and knows his scent is billowing around him, aggressive and uncontrolled. and he fights.

after, dustin keeps telling him how cool he was in the junkyard. steve wonders, now. maybe he doesn’t have to be a threat; maybe he can be a protector instead. maybe the rancid, acrid smell of destruction he wears could be a controlled burn. useful. good, even.

he uses it to distract the russians from robin, allows himself to be seen as a more dangerous target and goads them into focusing on him instead. later, in a grimy mall bathroom, robin tells him he reminds her of winter nights spent in front of the hearth with hot chocolate in hand.

it’s warm, she says, smoky but nice and comforting when he’s calm. she says even when he smelled like he wanted to burn the world down in that bunker, she knew she was safe from it, safe because of it. she settles in at his side, all sharp evergreen, and he leans against her.

fire doesn’t have to hurt. alphas don’t have to be violent, untamed, impossible creatures like society claims. and when he comes face to face with eddie munson in a dilapidated boat house, on the wrong end of a broken bottle, he knows he doesn’t have to let his scent flare.

eddie munson smells like rain, like lightning, crisp ozone and petrichor, a storm of an alpha. in appearance, in scent, in attitude, he makes himself larger. but up close, face to face, steve sees his need for shelter, for safety, for peace, and he wants to be that.

against the cold of that encroaching, panicked downpour, steve makes himself a warm light, offers eddie a place to rest. he gives him grace and lifts his chin, bares his throat. surrenders to the deluge.

and when everything is done, after vecna dies and hawkins recovers, eddie approaches him smelling like spring, like new beginnings, soft and gentle and all steve ever wanted.

[omegaversesteddieweek]

STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE WEEK DAY TWO: OMEGA/OMEGA or ALPHA/ALPHA -- ROUND UP

Here are all of our amazing submissions for Day Two of Steddie Omegaverse Week 2023! Find them under the read more. You can find all of these on our collection on ao3 or at the links below.

But to open my arms and give it all to you by Caroline_is_not_here

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 12.3k

Steve has always had this emptiness inside him, an emptiness that he was never able to fill, until Eddie came into his life. After all, omegas are made to live together, it's clear that no one but an omega could fill that void, but for Steve, who knows that this relationship should be nothing more than platonic, he knew it wasn't enough. Steve wanted more.

hearth in my home, heart in my chest by catknives

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 2.2k

Steve and Eddie have been friends forever. Steve is pretty sure he never wants to be with anyone else. Nothing, not even designations, can change that.

I Was Made for Lovin' You by HawkinsBNBG

Explicit, complete, chose not to use warnings, 8.1k

Just a good ol' story of two friends who had it bad for each other.

to build a home by Atleastwritingisfun

Teens & Up, complete, chose not to use warnings, 3.4k

Steve's failed at a lot of things in life, and without anywhere to go now - he goes to the one place he feels whole. And perhaps in that home, he finds a part of him heals that wasn't truly broken in the first place. aka Steve gets kicked out of the house and ends up living with the Munsons.

Track Service by PersonalLies (BleachFox)

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 4.1k

Steve was panting, sweat dripping down his face as he ran laps in the blistering summer heat. The school track was mostly deserted this time, the darkening sky doing nothing to relieve the day's humidity. Feet aching, heart pounding, Steve loved the rush that came from running. He’d already done several laps, the burn starting to become uncomfortable as he neared the school again. As he passed the bleachers, the wind began blowing in his face, and although it was refreshing, it also made his pace falter. Freshly cut grass, the smell of the woods… Steve could feel his teeth sharpening, aching to bite, and he glanced around as he slowed to a stop at the dirt line. The scent was starting to fade, so he began running back up the track in the opposite direction, following the scent now. It was coming from behind the bleachers, and as he rounded the end, he found Eddie Munson smoking beneath them. Eddie jumped at his sudden appearance, and the tantalizing scent soured. “Harrington?”

How to Fool an Alpha Into Dropping an Outrageous Sum of Money on your Lying Ass (For Depserate Motherfuckers Only) by hullosweetpea

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.8k

1. Find a stack of “Past Due” bills from the gas, water, and electric companies in the kitchen hidden in an old Ritz tin. 2. Curse your uncle for not telling you. 3. Do the math. It’s more than your paycheck from Melvald’s and your side gig of selling ditch weed to high schoolers and burnouts can afford. 4. Roll a joint with your best weed. Smoke yourself straight into the stratosphere. 5. Come up with a beautiful plan. 6. Recruit long-time best friend into said plan. 7. Pick up alpha suppressants and omega scent enhancers from your supplier. 8. Open a new bank account. 9. Write your uncle an apology note. You’ll be back in a month or two. 10. Drive to Chicago to make the worst (best) decision of your life.

Bring Me Back Down (Safe in Your Arms) by LenjaminButton

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 1.6k

Steve?” Dustin’s voice was hesitant as he crouched nearby, looking over the scene with worried eyes, “Is he okay?” “He’s scared.” He murmured back, not pausing in the way he was petting through Eddie’s hair, “He’s kinda…feral at the moment.”

this thing that builds by vivisea

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 5.9k

“They need to move me to his room,” Steve says. Joyce’s eyebrows jump toward her bangs. “What?” “We learned about it in my EMT course. If his pack isn’t here and the doctors can’t administer a hormonal treatment, the next-best thing is nesting with another omega. Usually it'd be someone close to him, but… we have to try.” OR Eddie Munson drops in the hospital. Luckily, he’s not the only omega in the Party.

But to open my arms and give it all to you by Caroline_is_not_here

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 12.3k

Steve has always had this emptiness inside him, an emptiness that he was never able to fill, until Eddie came into his life. After all, omegas are made to live together, it's clear that no one but an omega could fill that void, but for Steve, who knows that this relationship should be nothing more than platonic, he knew it wasn't enough. Steve wanted more. Steve wanted a taboo.

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy. by ohstars

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.7k

Steve Harrington could have any omega he wants at Hawkins High, but not the man he really loves.

Nothing Tastes Better by StarsHideYourFires

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.6k

Wayne’s tired. He just worked a double and he’s ready to hit the hay. Only problem is he’s come home to a house stinking of Omega in heat and it sure as hell shouldn’t be Eddie. A look at love through the lens of Eddie Munson and the two most important men in his life.

make for me a soft universe by griesly

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 9.1k

When Eddie gets tapped to check in on a very ill Steve, he expects the flu - not touch-sickness. That, at least, Eddie can do something about.

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[viviseawrites]

eddie munson knows he’s an anomaly. he has the kind of star power and attitude and talent that takes people far from where they start. unfortunately, his teachers don’t agree; nor does his presentation.

because eddie munson presents as a male omega in a small, backward town in the midwest, and that makes him a freak, makes him something to be sneered at instead of revered, insulted instead of praised.

he takes it in stride, though, because fuck that. he knows he’s gonna get out of here and make it anyway. so eddie munson does what he does best: he weaves a story for himself, around himself.

he imagines the struggles of high school and bigotry as enemies in his righteous quest for glory and vengeance. but at no point does he foresee his story veering into a romance. it’s never been in the cards for him.

because eddie is gay. he likes men; he doesn’t care about designations. but there aren’t any other male omegas in hawkins. and male alphas, at least here, are rude and crass and vaguely threatening.

they don’t like that eddie doesn’t behave the way he should, according to their conservative upbringings. so they talk shit and pick on him and sometimes get physically aggressive. so no alphas either.

and no one ever talks about betas. betas, who are caretakers and workers. who represent normalcy and stability. even eddie thinks that’s boring, and no beta has ever proved him wrong.

granted, it’s not like he talks to many to challenge that idea for himself. mostly he forgets about them. but that changes during spring break. eddie’s story changes. he’s still gonna do big things, only now he wonders if he can do it all in love.

he watches steve harrington face the Upside Down with bat blood in his mouth and bite marks up his sides and he wants. steve is a beta. steve is the most badass person eddie has maybe ever met.

and that latent crush from his second senior year rears its head with a roar because—and this is the trippy part—steve meets him gaze for gaze, step for step. steve calms him, humors him, acts normal. he keeps eddie sane.

eddie should hate it, did hate it for years. but he knows better now, because steve harrington is a steady, normal, boring beta, and eddie is falling in love with his quiet strength and focus. he’s anything but forgettable.

and after vecna. oh, after vecna, stability is all eddie wants. and he’s lucky, because steve is always there. taking his weight when eddie forgets his cane, challenging andy when the basketball team gets ideas, watching the kids.

eddie can’t help it. his heat hits because the bats ate his fucking suppressant implant out of his guts, the bastards, and steve offers to help him through that too. eddie says yes before he’s too far gone. and things change again.

his heat ends and steve just stays. and maybe eddie won’t let him go far, begs him for just a little while longer, but steve just grins and curls back into him, around him.

eddie thinks, sleepily, about how they fit together so perfectly, an anomaly and the ordinary boy who loves him. it turns out normal with steve is better than anything else.

[viviseawrites]

we've talked about omega steve whose parents won't let him have a nest, so he has to go without or hide one. but what about omega steve whose parents allow only a picture-perfect nest?

his mother shows him what a 'proper' omega's nest should be, and it's not comfortable. it's staged, pretty and tidy, smelling like clean detergent instead of pack scents.

it uses only the highest-quality fabric, arranged in a way that pleases the eye, not the body or spirit. there is no familiarity, no comfort, no security. it's just another status symbol, another act of perfection, another sanitized space deprived of life.

and steve, taught that this was normal, learns over time what a nest actually can be, what its actual function is, as he becomes part of a true pack for the first time in his life.

the older kids and younger kids all give him items with their scents, passing along soft blankets and well-loved pillows, burrowing into the nest with him so it always smells like pack, like home.

over time, his nest becomes messy, loses its perfect shape as packmates shove things around and settle in. it grows in size to fit more people inside. it becomes a safe space, somewhere to relax and recharge and rest.

and steve preens over it, learns to love it in a way he never expected to when his nest was immaculately and impersonally styled like one from a magazine. he feels proud to share it with his loved ones, honored to have their scents surrounding him.

after everything, after he stops caring about how his nest looks, he understands that a truly perfect nest is the one he has now as he lays half on top of a sleeping eddie, curled around him and happy and at home.

[viviseawrites]

you know those words you read but never hear so you make up the way they sound based on how you read them? (for instance, stobin, apparently.) have a pre-season 4 pre-relationship steddie thread about one such word:

steve and eddie don’t exactly hang out, but they get along for the kids’ sake. steve waves from his car when he picks the boys up after hellfire; eddie gives steve a nod when he passes in front of family video to meet dustin at the arcade.

slowly, they graduate to the bare bones of conversation:

“hey.”

“how’s it going?”

“can’t complain. you?”

“same here.”

“yeah. alright, see ya around.”

it changes when dustin invites both of them to his birthday party. steve shows up with robin, and eddie shows up alone, intending to say his hellos and bail. but they get trapped at the snack table by mrs. henderson.

claudia thanks them both profusely for watching out for the kids. they side-eye each other, both embarrassed and simultaneously proud, both a little skeptical even as they try to placate her.

“it’s nothing, mrs. henderson. he’s a good kid.”

“yeah, of course, claudia. it’s not a big deal.”

“no, no, you’ve both done so much!” she insists, pulling them each into a warm hug.

she toddles off after a while to take pictures, and they awkwardly glance at each other until finally eddie breaks the silence. “so, what’s she so grateful to you for?”

steve shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. “dustin’s been through some stuff. honestly, i was just kinda there for most of it, but she refuses to believe that.”

“hmm,” eddie says. they fall quiet again, but eddie’s still thinking about it, his plans for leaving forgotten in favor of curiosity. because that feels like a half-truth. “i mean,” he says, catching steve’s eye, “henderson talks you up a lot himself.”

steve looks startled, a flush rising in his cheeks. he scrubs his fingers through his hair, glancing away. “oh.”

“yeah. soooo… what gives? what did steeeeve harrington do to impress the dorkiest, nerdiest kid i’ve ever known?”

steve snorts, then realizes he can’t actually explain. “uh.” he scans the room for robin, hoping she can bail him out, but she and max are kicking a soccer ball at the boys while they yell about it. fuck. hopefully dustin catches onto the lie if eddie ever asks him about it. “a couple years ago, i tried to help dustin find his missing cat, and we got cornered by a… pack of… uh, feral dogs? and—”

eddie snorts and quickly covers his mouth with his hand. steve stares at him. eddie flails a little, helpless, and finally says, “sorry, it’s just. did you say FEARAL?”

steve blinks. “yeah, like wild?”

“it’s feral,” eddie says.

steve thinks about it, then shakes his head. he’s pretty sure about it. “nah, because they’re so crazy they strike fear into you, right? so it sounds like fearal?”

now eddie has to think about it, because that kind of makes sense in a weird way. but no. “yeah, dude, it’s feral, like the fair. so, feral dogs.”

“huh.” he considers this, then shakes his head and crosses his arms like he’s disappointed. “well, that’s stupid,” steve mutters. “fearal sounds better than fairal.”

eddie feels a flash of fondness, against his will. he grins and hides it behind a strand of hair. god, is steve harrington, a douchey but hot ex-jock babysitter, actually cute? the world is so unfair.

he decides then and there to start having real conversations with steve whenever he can, just to see what other adorable slip-ups he might make. because ohhh yeah. eddie is screwed.

[viviseawrites]

robin is the first person who ever enters steve's nest, and it's not because steve invites her in. most omegas would feel violated, powerless, at the intrusion, but steve just looks at her settling in where his scent is strongest and wants to cry for entirely different reasons.

steve built his first nest at seven years old, following his mom's directions as she read from some old etiquette book. all the materials were new and starched, but steve proudly curled up inside his creation and imagined it was exactly what he wanted.

he knew the rules from an early age, too: nests are only for packmates. you should only enter an omega's nest if invited. asking someone for an item with their scent on it is akin to proposing.

he spent a lot of time in his nest after the fiasco in '83, searching for comfort and safety after his world flipped over. he never invited nancy in, knew that wasn't something she wanted. his own scent permeated every layer, and it smelled a lot like loneliness to him.

even after he befriended the kids, he usually met them elsewhere. the memory of his mom's voice nagged at him about untidy children ruining his nest. spilling things, forgetting things, making messes, staking a claim that would scare off any sane potential mate.

so his nest remained as it always had. and then starcourt. the russians. the mind flayer. and robin. robin, who smelled like sweet green herbs from a garden, fresh and calming and alive. robin, who was suddenly everywhere. including his house.

the very first time she snuck into his room, it was past midnight. she'd had a nightmare and biked over when he didn't answer the phone, only to find him half-asleep in his nest. and instead of taking the bed or a spare room, she crawled right in with him.

she was warm, pressed tight against his side because his nest had never needed to be big enough for two before. but there she was, elbowing him in the gut to make herself comfortable, snorting rudely in his ear at his pained grumbling.

she settled in, snuffling against him, without a word, without hesitation, like there was no question that she was meant to be there. steve lay awake staring at the dark ceiling for a long time, listening to her breathing as it evened out.

her scent started to leech into the blankets and pillows. it blended with his own, left an imprint of her. and instead of feeling offended like his mother would have, steve marveled at the sense of peace that washed over him. he felt warm, safe... loved, even.

his heart thudded in the safe enclosure of his ribs, and inside the walls of his nest, he curled up with another person for the first time, and realized robin was right there in his bones, too. the first person in his nest, and the first in his heart.

[viviseawrites]

in honor of #SteddieOmegaverseWeek, here's my response for the Day 2 prompt of omega/omega or alpha/alpha! featuring omega Steve and omega Eddie.

this thing that builds

rated T, 5995 words

“Well, they brought him out of sedation and took him off the ventilator, but they think he might be dropping,” she finally says, still holding him.

Steve stares and tries to process. Dropping. Like… “He’s an omega?” Steve asks quietly. His heart lurches in his chest.

Joyce nods and finally sits again, settling a thin hand on his over the jacket. “Apparently. I don’t really know much—I mean, I don’t even know him. But Dustin and the rest of the kids are with him.”

“What about his uncle? What about the game club guys?” Steve asks, casting about for any knowledge he has of Eddie’s pack. “Where are they?”

She frowns and shoots a nasty look toward the hallway. “I’m not sure. I have a feeling the government did everything they could to evacuate them with everyone else. I don’t even know if they spoke to his uncle or not. The poor man is probably worried sick.”

“He needs his pack.” Steve knows this. They taught it in one of the first classes of his EMT course. More than that, though, he knows it because he’s lived it before.

Steve remembers the feeling. The first time it happened to him, after the demogorgon. Only a few people even knew about his designation. His parents had left on business again; Tommy and Carol ditched him; things with Nancy were still weird. And Steve, alone and injured and terrified, dropped. He only survived because his neighbor came to check on him when a broken sprinkler started overrunning into his driveway.

Steve wracks his brain, fighting past the static of panic to remember the rest of that chapter. Pack helps most, obviously. Hospitals can only do so much with hormone administration, but injured patients often respond negatively to the influx of false triggers.

After that, the presence of another omega and a nest could appease instincts enough to hold someone over.

“They need to move me to his room,” Steve says.

Joyce’s eyebrows jump toward her bangs. “What?”

“We learned about it in my EMT course. If his pack isn’t here and the doctors can’t administer a hormonal treatment, the next-best thing is nesting with another omega. Usually it'd be someone close to him, but… we have to try.”

She blinks at him a bit before that familiar determined gleam settles over her. “Okay,” she says. “I’ll talk to the doctors. And if they don’t listen, we’ll figure out a way to do it ourselves. What do you need?”

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[viviseawrites]

in honor of #SteddieOmegaverseWeek, here's my response for the Day 3 prompt of soulmates/bonding! featuring alpha Steve and alpha Eddie.

waiting for the hammer to fall

rated T, 6567 words

Eddie bites Steve in the Upside Down. It’s not romantic. It’s not beautiful. It’s not any of the things Steve ever expected when he imagined bonding with someone.

Instead, it’s blood and fear and pain and panic. It’s Steve pressing his hands over Eddie’s wounds, shouting at him to stay conscious, and then it’s Eddie’s teeth slicing into the skin over Steve’s bonding gland. It’s a wide-eyed gasp and a high-pitched whine, and then Steve comes to his senses and bites Eddie back.

Later, the doctor at the hospital will tell Steve it saved Eddie’s life.

In the moment, with Eddie’s blood coating his tongue and teeth, Steve just feels scared. Robin stares at him from across Eddie’s body, a horrible kind of pity in her eyes, but they don’t have time for it. Steve will have his breakdown later.

Right now, Eddie needs help. A dark shape approaches on his left side, his bad side, and Steve snarls without thinking before he realizes it’s just Nancy. She eyes him carefully as she kneels down in the wet mud. “We’ve got to get him to a hospital,” she says, like Steve doesn’t know that. “If you can carry his torso, Robin and I can get his legs.”

Steve looks back down to his shaking fingers where they press into the meat of Eddie’s body. Something sticky drips down over his collarbone.

“Steve.” Nancy sets her small hand on his forearm and squeezes with surprising strength. “Steve, we’ve got to go now.”

The choked little noise Eddie makes spurs him back into action. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s go.” Steve yanks his jacket off and presses it over the worst of the wounds on Eddie’s torso, securing it with his belt to keep the pressure on it. He keeps a close eye on the rise and fall of Eddie’s ribs as he repositions himself.

Between the three of them, they manage to haul Eddie to the gate in the trailer. Dustin shouts at them from above, and Steve doesn’t remember helping him get up there, but he must have. Robin hurries to tie the sheets from this version of the trailer into a new rope; Nancy paces under the hole andy yells directions up at Dustin; and Steve sits in the middle of the floor, clinging to Eddie, numbly staring at the imprint of his own teeth on the other man’s neck.

The ground rumbles underneath them while they argue over the best way to get Eddie through. Adrenaline surges through him, the need to protect, to run, and Steve just pulls Eddie over his shoulder and climbs the new rope Robin made like it’s nothing. He falls through in a tangle of limbs, trying to keep from landing on Eddie and barely managing to succeed. His sides radiate muted pain.

Everything rushes by. He feels the RV lurching along as he smooths Eddie’s sweaty hair back from his pallid face. The smell of blood is thick in his nostrils, obscuring nearly everything else. And he realizes he’s crooning, the sound deep and distressed, a futile attempt to offer comfort. Because his mate is dying in his arms.

Steve leans over and throws up on the floor. The bright yellow bile is streaked with red and pink. Dustin shrieks, but Steve just wipes his wrist over his mouth and curls back over Eddie.

God, what has he done?

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[viviseawrites]

So I’m writing this now, apparently, like I don’t have three other projects I’m working on. Oops! 

Steddie Twister AU 

Part 1 — Before the Storm | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

When Steve Harrington is 16 years old, the course of one storm changes his life’s trajectory. He wakes up that morning without knowing, could never have known, and that’s the problem. That’s the start of it.

Because Steve Harrington is a dumb high school boy at that point. He cares about his reputation and his sports and his car and his hair and, inexplicably, Nancy Wheeler. He’s never let himself care about someone else before. 

So he breaks when he realizes Nancy is cheating on him with Jonathan Byers, the creep who took creepy stalker photos of them under the guise of “capturing the storm clouds” behind Steve’s house. 

Steve acts out. He’s an asshole. He knows that. Tommy and Carol encourage him, play into his insecurities and vulnerabilities, and before he can even think, he and Jonathan are throwing punches at each other in an alleyway. Jonathan kicks his ass. And Steve probably deserves it.

He needs to apologize. So he heads out to the Byers place, only to find Nancy and Barb there too, and they’re all arguing and shouting and no one hears the wind chimes acting up. None of them notice the TV screen fading to static. 

Jonathan claims he and Nancy are just working on a project for their science class; Nancy backs him up, but Barb accuses her of ignoring their friendship too; Will Byers slips out into the backyard. 

And Steve Harrington stands in the middle of that house and has no idea what’s about to hit them.

Barb stomps out of the house; she’s crying, and Nancy wants to run after her, but Steve steps in her way and demands to know what the fuck is happening. The tornado siren cuts through the argument like butter. Fear strikes down their spines. 

Nancy darts forward like she’s going to follow Barb, wide-eyed and terrified, and Steve has just enough sense to grab her around the middle and bodily haul her toward the Byers storm shelter. 

She screams and beats at his back, but Steve won’t let go, can’t let go, and just prays Barb finds somewhere to hunker down. Jonathan leads them, nervously watching the lights flicker in the house. 

It takes them a moment to realize Will is missing. Jonathan runs back out, slipping by Steve, and he makes a split second decision to try and catch him. Will’s smart, he says, he’ll find somewhere, you can’t go out there, this is fucking stupid. 

But he goes to bring Jonathan back anyway. The wind howls like a terrible monster. Debris flies through the air. The sky is a sickly shade of gray and green and horrifying purple, red. Unnatural. Hail pelts the ground.

Steve finds him struggling to pick up Will’s unconscious body in the backyard, because the kid got hit by a branch. Nancy saves Steve from the same fate. She’s still looking for Barb, head on a swivel, desperate, as they all flee back to safety. 

They find out later that Barb never made it. And so starts the obsession.

[viviseawrites]

i was super excited to jump in and pinch-hit for the Steddie Omegaverse VDay Exchange since it meant i got to write this fun little omegaverse soulmate fic for eddiessluttylittlewaist on ao3! the first chapter is live now, and the remaining two should be up later this week.

the way that things are turning

rated E | chapter 1 of 3 | 5,850 words

get a peak at the opening scene below.

Steve knows as soon as the tarp flies off the boat. It takes him by surprise, cresting over him and then crashing down, pulling him under like a fucking riptide. For a second, it’s just mate mate mate—sweet burnt caramel, toasted marshmallow and coffee and molasses and whiskey. It’s like a goddamn sugar rush.

That moment of shock is more than long enough for Eddie to slam him up against the wall of the boathouse. There’s a sharp bottle at his neck and his soulmate is right in front of him, holding him in place, pinning him down. Steve tilts his head back, away from the glass, but part of him just wants to expose his neck and show his willingness to submit. He only barely holds in a growl at the sight of Eddie’s wide eyes and shaking lips.

Jesus christ, but Eddie Munson smells good. Steve’s mouth drops open, dragging air across his tongue like he can taste it. Dustin’s making a commotion somewhere off to the side, but Steve thinks he’s good right here, even if he wants Eddie to drop his makeshift weapon so Steve can scent him properly.

Except Eddie isn’t shoving his face against Steve’s skin. He’s not gulping in deep, desperate breaths. In fact, he looks wide-eyed and panicked and absolutely gone, completely feral, and Steve realizes it’s because he is. His adrenaline picks up then, remembering stories of omegas going feral and killing their mates by accident.

“I’m cool, man, I’m cool,” he promises, suddenly aware of his predicament. He lets the oar go when Dustin prompts him to and arches away as Eddie nearly stabs him in response. A low whimper emanates from his throat.

Eddie jerks away abruptly, curling in on himself as he stumbles backward. The distressed whine in his voice warns Steve off, and he lets Robin check him over without paying her any mind. Instead, he just stares.

Because his mental list of possible mates never included Eddie Munson. Steve gave up on finding his scentmate after Nancy. They were rare, after all, and his sense of true romance died a little bit when his girlfriend called him bullshit. But he still planned to find love even outside of a soulbond. He’s never wanted anything more than a partner, someone to love wholly and completely. And now the universe is laughing at him somewhere.

You wanted a soulmate? You got one, Steve-o.

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[viviseawrites]

wip wednesday: steddie fake dating au

aka: why even wear a skirt if you aren't gonna sit on your best friend's lap??

How is he meant to take in air when Eddie Munson’s sprawled over him, his shoulder pressed to Steve’s chest, his legs crossed over Steve’s? That scent invades his senses and seeps through his brain until it overtakes him entirely. Everything is Eddie. His smell, his warmth, his pale skin and dark leg hair and the edge of a vivid scar just revealed by the skirt, his hum of satisfaction as he relaxes into his new position. Steve licks his lips and tries not to sway forward that miniscule inch between his tongue and Eddie’s bony shoulder. He wants to bite.

Instead, he flexes his free hand and tentatively sets it on one of Eddie’s thighs, earning a pleased smirk from the man in question. He valiantly resists the urge to squeeze the soft flesh under his fingers. See Jesse try to make a move when Eddie’s wearing Steve’s fingerprints like a goddamn brand. He’s so fucked up.

“Comfy?” Eddie murmurs. His voice vibrates through Steve’s ribcage, shakes the bones around his heart. A cage around a wild animal, barely strong enough to contain it.

Steve clears his throat. “I’m, uh, yeah, I’m fine.”

The inside of his thigh is even silkier than Steve expected. Is Eddie sensitive there? Is he ticklish? Would he let Steve decorate him with indents of his teeth? God, would he let Steve nuzzle his nose there before Eddie grabbed him by the hair and redirected his focus where he wanted it?

He can’t think like this. Eddie’s his friend. It’s wrong, and Steve knows it, and still he feels his cock filling out and he prays his jeans hide it, smother it, because Eddie’s in his lap, and boners between friends take things into weird territory real fast in situations like this.

The goddamn wires aren’t just crossed; they’re torn out and twisted up and stripped bare. He’s offline.

[viviseawrites]

our project for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang is now fully live! i had the distinct honor of writing for @ent-is-indecisive, and the amazing artwork inspired something a little outside of my usual wheelhouse. i'm so glad i got to work with ent and i hope i did this work justice!

Title: they gave you life, and in return, you gave them hell written by @viviseawrites with art by @ent-is-indecisive 

Art: view on Tumblr Fic: read on AO3

rated E | ~13,300 words Summary:

Eddie Munson died in the Upside Down during the spring break from hell. Steve knows that all too well. But when Steve is captured by Vecna’s forces, a familiar face reintroduces himself as Kas. And Kas’s mission? Interrogate Steve for details on the party’s plan to face Vecna. 

Still, Steve can’t help but see Eddie somewhere under the magical new powers and blank eyes. He just has no idea how to reach him.

tags and a peek at the first scene under the cut!

Fic Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson as Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons), Eddie Munson Has Powers, Captive Steve Harrington, Captor Eddie Munson, Power Imbalance, MagicCanon-Typical Violence, Possession, Horror, Torture, Sacrifice, Temporary Character Death, Exes to Lovers, Love Confessions, Getting Back Together, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Dom Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Top Steve Harrington, Offscreen Kink Negotiation, Kissing, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink (very light!), Angst with a Happy Ending

Archive Warnings: None.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Vecna, El, Robin Buckley

The forest of Hawkins sounds different than it used to. When Steve was a kid, birdsong filled the air and leaves crackled as small creatures scurried underfoot while he and Tommy raced for his tree house. But right now, he hears only his own heartbeat, pounding in his head; his breathing, too fast and too loud; and a familiar, dreadful high-pitched screeching accompanied by the flapping of many leathery wings. The demobats chitter excitedly as they search for him. 

Steve flexes his hands. His back is pressed to the bark of a sturdy oak tree, stripped of its greenery like so many of Vecna’s other victims as his influence eats away at the natural landscape. The blight creeps out from the center of Hawkins a little more each day. Dustin’s theory is that Venca needs to consume life force to maintain his power, especially considering all the sacrifices. He never misses one of Lucas’s scouting reports as he attempts to track the decay and its relationship to Vecna’s abilities.

But none of that matters to Steve, not right now. The trees are dead and the animals are gone and the demobats are hungry. But El is in danger, so here Steve is.

One of the demobats finally breaks through the bare branches above. Steve holds himself still and silent, fingers wrapped around the handle of his bat; the democreatures don’t have eyes, but their sense of smell is strong enough to make them dangerous anyway. He can hold his own against a single monster, but as soon as he spills its blood, the rest will be on him. 

Better on him than El, though. Steve firms his resolve at the thought. 

The demobat lands on the forest floor, turning its head this way and that as it tries to pin him down. He takes in a quiet, stabilizing breath. When he darts forward, it swings around to face him just in time for his nailbat to crunch down onto its skull. The cry it releases echoes shrilly around him before it abruptly cuts off. But the damage is done.

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[viviseawrites]

a fake dating and skirts fic, featuring idiots in love steddie.

a little less blind

rated E | 19.5k words | the problem: steve loves eddie. the solution: he’ll just never tell eddie. problem 2: eddie needs to make a guy jealous. the solution for that: eddie and steve fake date. the problem with that? steve still loves eddie.

excerpt:

The melodramatics continue for a while, all through Eddie fixing his hair in the bathroom, through their rushed pasta dinner, until Eddie ushers Steve out of his room to change. They bounce off of one another, falling into their natural rhythm as Eddie woefully chastises Steve’s barbs and bitchy remarks, each one carefully crafted to elicit another reaction. It feels like a game only Eddie can engage him in, pulling him from his own head and into the present moment. 

He and Robin have their own version of this back and forth, call and response. But his blood doesn’t thrill at Robin’s delighted comebacks; his gaze doesn’t linger on the arch of her back or the splay of her hands; his skin doesn’t tingle when she punches him in retaliation. It’s a wholly different thing, to put away his mask and allow himself to just be with Eddie. He drops his guard around Eddie.

Which is why he nearly chokes on his own tongue when Eddie finally waltzes out of his room. His ears buzz, drowning out whatever dumbass retort Eddie’s no doubt hurling at him, but Steve’s brain fully goes offline. Goodbye. Game over. Sayonara. The end.

It’s just miles and miles of bare leg, disrupted only by the high hem of a skirt. It swishes around milky thighs, brushing against wisps of dark leg hair. Every flutter of the fabric sends Steve into heart palpitations. He stops breathing, completely distracted by the flex of Eddie’s quads and hamstrings and calf muscles, his knobby kneecaps and bony ankles, the expanse of pale skin and pink scars.

Jesus fucking christ. Steve nearly falls to his knees on the floor—in worship or a plea for leniency or an offering, he’s not sure. All he knows is that he wants to wrap his hand around the back of Eddie’s leg, cup the curvature of his thigh, drag his fingertips along the edge of the skirt and follow the line with his mouth. He wants. Eddie’s wearing a skirt. It’s checked with red and black. It’s not super short, but it’s still a skirt. Steve’s never seen him wear anything like it.

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[viviseawrites]

wip wednesday: steddie fake dating au (excerpt 3)

it's smut. just smut.

Steve nods. His hands spread flat on Eddie’s thighs, bracing himself, and he chances a peek up at Eddie’s face as he leans forward. It means he gets to see Eddie’s eyelashes flutter and his mouth drop open when Steve licks over the head of his cock for the first time.

He presses in, closing his lips around Eddie’s dick and sliding down. Salt and musk fill his senses. His tongue dips under the delicate hood, delving deeper before twisting, and Eddie rewards him with a gasp. The fingers in his hair rake against his scalp, and Steve lets his eyes fall closed. It brings everything into high definition.

“C’mon, baby,” Eddie murmurs above him. The timbre of his voice reverberates through Steve’s ribs, climbing from one to the next until his chest resonates with it. “Open up for me.”

Steve complies, dizzy with lust as Eddie drags his dick over the flat of his tongue. His grip tightens to keep Steve still. He doesn’t hold back; instead, he presses hard, grinding in little circles against the tense muscle until Steve’s teeth bite into the underside of his tongue. The tiny spark of pain blooms under his breastbone.

Eddie taps his cheek lightly to get his attention. When his eyes flutter open, Eddie smiles down at him. His eyes are dark, crackling with something almost mean, almost adoring, something that sends a shudder down Steve’s spine. “So pretty like this, Steve. All wet and messy for me. Will you let me fuck your face? Let me use you a little? You’d like that, huh? Being good for me, letting me take what I want from you.” His hips still roll against Steve in steady waves. “Or maybe I should make you earn it. Make you prove you know how to make me feel nice before I give you what you want.”

His pulse thunders in his ears. That spark bursts into a wildfire and races through his veins, burning him from the inside out. Between one second and the next, lust remakes him into something new, something just for Eddie.

He whines. Whatever control he’s ever had over himself belongs to Eddie now. The curl at the corner of Eddie’s lips only drives that home.

[viviseawrites]

as part of the Steddie Omegaverse VDay Exchange, here's my fic for l3gitD3ntist on ao3, featuring omega-to-alpha steve, alpha eddie, studding, and roommates/friends with benefits to lovers!

recompartmentalization

rated E | 27,599 words

Steve talks to Robin about it on a Monday during their lunch break. Keith sent them at the same time because the store was dead, but they’re just sitting in Steve’s car in the parking lot with the A/C on.

Robin has mustard on her nose. She keeps trying to lick it off to get Steve to laugh, and his chest hurts with all the affection blooming under his ribs. She knows before he even says a word. She’s made it her mission to get him to relax, to distract him from his nerves, and it works. Grinning, he licks his thumb and leans over into her seat to wipe at her nose, ignoring her grossed-out screeching about his spit.

“Please,” Steve scoffs, dodging a sharp elbow, “you’ve literally had my blood all over you. Vomit, too.”

“Ew, don’t bring that up!”

He finally swipes at the yellow spot. Robin glares at him, huddled against the passenger side door, and Steve beams back. “There.”

“You’re disgusting,” she accuses.

“It’s just spit!”

“It’s your spit, Steve! Who knows where that mouth has been?”

He rolls his eyes so hard his entire head moves, flipping her off. “More places than yours, that’s for sure.”

Her indignant squawk fills the car and rings in his ears. He snickers at the smack that lands on his bicep. “Just because you’re a slut, Steve—”

“Ouch.”

“Oh, boo hoo, I literally heard you proudly claim that label not even an hour ago.”

He smirks, thinking of his last date, but it inevitably leads him right back to the entire reason for his anxiety. He glances away from her with a deep inhale, then turns to face her properly.

Robin’s narrowed eyes soften at the movement. “I didn’t actually mean it,” she promises swiftly.

“It’s not that. You know I don’t give a fuck about that.” Steve waves her words away, mentally searching for a way to start the real conversation. He double-checks that the parking lot is empty. The nearest car is parked down at the arcade, but their air conditioning is busted and it’s a veritable ghost town. No better time than now.

“So it’s something else?” Robin asks. He nods, licking his bottom lip as a way to stall. She squirms around in her seat to mirror him, folding one knee under herself. “Something big?” she presses.

Steve sighs. “Yeah.” He drags his fingernails up and down his thigh, attempting to soothe himself and release some of the pent-up energy vibrating just under the surface of his skin. It’s just Robin, he reminds himself as his knee bounces. He sighs out in a shaky gust of air. “I don’t think I’m an omega,” he says.

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[viviseawrites]

happy early valentine's day, @stevesherdaddy! here's your gift fic for the #steddievday exchange, featuring blind dates, meddling kids, a setup, and the happiest of endings (or beginnings).

heart keeps burning

rated E | 7287 words

“Just trust me,” Steve mutters sarcastically, frowning as he pulls open the door of the restaurant. Goddamn Dustin. The little shit knows him too well. He found the exact thing to break Steve’s will and used it against him, and now Steve’s gonna be stuck here on the most awkward date of his fucking life. I swear on my mom’s life, Steve! I won’t ask for rides for two months if you do this!

Two months, he reminds himself when he gets seated. So close to freedom, he thinks when the server gives him a judgmental look for arriving without his partner. Just one single date, he reasons. He ignores the flush of embarrassment rising up the back of his neck.

Steve plays with the little sugar packets while he waits for his mysterious date to arrive. Every time the bell over the door rings, he glances over and tries to figure out whether or not to wave the person down as they walk in. He assumes it’ll be obvious if they’re searching for him, their eyes sweeping the area questioningly, delight clear on their features when they locate him. He’d even accept reluctant realization, at this point. So far, nobody fits the bill.

He does, however, see Eddie.

Eddie spots him at the same time and shoots him a wide smile and a wink before he snags a table for himself near a window. Surprised, Steve watches him for a minute. It’s weird that he didn’t say hi properly, and now that he’s looking, Steve recognizes that Eddie’s dressed differently.

He’s put actual effort into his appearance, wearing a dark green button-up with black pants in place of his usual distressed jeans and t-shirt. Steve stares, completely thrown off by the change. Even Eddie’s hair is neater than usual, the curls more defined and less frizzy. Clearly, Eddie also has a date tonight.

Well, at least one of them has a chance. He glares down at his watch. It’s eight minutes past seven now, and the waiter keeps eyeing him from the end of the section. Shit, Dustin did say seven o’clock, right? His knee starts bouncing under the table to the beat of the Bowie song playing overhead.

At 7:11, Steve gives in and orders a beer to occupy his hands. At 7:17, Steve stops drawing in the condensation rings on the tabletop and wipes them up instead. At 7:22, the waiter comes back over and pointedly asks if he’d like to order yet.

Steve sinks down in his seat in a futile attempt to disappear. He should have known. He did know. And as embarrassing as this is, at the end of it, he’ll be granted two glorious months of silence. He just needs to wait it out until the thirty-minute mark. But when the waiter stalks off, muttering under his breath, someone else materializes at the edge of the table. Steve blinks up at him.

“Pretty sure I got stood up,” Eddie says, grinning as he swings into the booth. “Are you waiting on Buckley?”

“No.” Steve sighs. He drains the rest of his beer and slouches back, giving up. “I’m pretty sure I’ve also been stood up.”

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