love and other catastrophes at the omega cafe (1/8 and index post, fic now complete 🐈⬛)
So I posted about this idea before here, (and was overwhelmed by the response—thank you!) but basically a cat café opened near me and inspired this:
Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…
Rating: E; No major warnings, sexual content, omega-verse; Tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, a/b/o dynamics, fluff and angst; (It won't get tooooo angsty, I promise, and I should probably write a shorter version, but this seemed to want to get bedded in for some plot, so...) read on A03 and thank you @lexirosewrites for being so patient with my weird belated questions about what do with my idea!
Steve clocked in with Carol at the coffee counter and cosied up on a beanbag waiting for the first customer to arrive. He couldn’t stop yawning and struggled to keep his eyes open.
He didn’t usually work the Monday morning graveyard shift at ‘Kitties’—otherwise known as the Omega Café. Carol usually put him on the weekends, which were their busiest times. Plenty of Alphas—and sometimes Betas—were free then, to pass an hour with a cute Omega purring in their lap.
For a cost, naturally.
Steve, though, had called in sick yesterday and needed to make up his lost earnings. He’d been in heat. So, three days of cold sweats, congealed slick, and crippling cramps. At least the blockers he used for this job curbed his desperation to be fucked. All the same, a dull gnawing pain in his pelvis persisted, he’d barely slept and…
…Ugh, this beanbag was, if anything, too inviting and soft.
He’d gotten his most comfy, stretchy shorts on, his most butter-soft collar, and an only-slightly-cropped-at-the-midriff vest. His feet were bare, which was fortunate. Right now, only his icicle toes were keeping him awake. He was tempted to grab one of the many fluffy blankets scattered around the café, pull it up over him and snooze.
He was torn between asking Carol for a double espresso or napping—to be fair, it was unlikely anybody would join them till noon—when the bell on the door tinkled.
So much for a peaceful snooze.
Fortunately, rather than a hungover Alpha, Robin burst in. On spotting Steve, her shoulders sagged with obvious relief. She hurried up to the counter and presented Carol with her Apple-Pay. “Flat white with an extra shot, and an hour of kitty cuddles, please.”
“Sure.” The payment bleeped through, and Carol turned to grind the coffee beans. She never bothered with great customer service for Steve’s best friend. That said, customer service wasn’t Carol’s strength at the best of times. Steve liked that about her. For an Omega, she was a bitey feral, and she sure had their boss, Tommy, under her claw.
Robin sat down at a table, pulled a cushion onto her lap. Steve shuffled over on his knees and laid his head on the cushion:
“Jesus, Robin,” he whispered, as she started to pet his hair. It was usual practice for Omegas to wait till the customer spoke first, but this was, well, Robin. “You don’t have to pay to see me, you know that?”
“Apparently, I do, Dingus! I’ve been going out of my mind! Why didn’t you return my, like, billion texts?”
“Shit. Sorry.” Her fretful pettings only made him feel more guilty. “I’m out of data, and you know how shit Wi-Fi is in Sunshine Village. Plus, I had really bad cramps this month—I could barely crawl out of bed this morning.”
“Yeah, I guessed that. God, I’m sorry, too.” She slowed her strokes, as they both relaxed a little. “I worry about you all the time, living there. Working here. I wish I could take you home with me. Damn, I should rent somewhere you’re actually allowed to live.”
“No way. I’m fine, Robin. Seriously, I’ve landed on my feet. I like having my own little home. The heating is working in my block this week, and this is a pretty cushy gig.”
Steve didn’t even say that for the benefit of Carol, who’d just dumped Robin’s coffee on the table, slopping half of it into the saucer.
Steve had arrived in the city four months ago, down to his last few dollars. He’d soon realized that acceptable Omega jobs—teaching assistant, nanny, seamstress, junior positions in retail and catering—would all require handing over too much information about himself. He’d also swiftly discovered that Sunshine Village, the district he’d heard about where single Omegas could live unmolested, was little better than a slum.
He’d been caught between the terrifying choices of fleeing back home, starving, or sex work. Then he’d stumbled across this place.
If Tommy had checked the fake name Steve gave, he hadn’t cared. Steve got paid in cash after each shift and earned enough to rent a small place in the Village. Which, despite its shabbiness, turned out to be full of friendly, supportive Omegas.
It all meant he didn’t have to worry about Robin being evicted from her pleasant ‘beta’ neighbourhood for harbouring an unregistered Omega.
Robin chatted on, while sipping the remnants of her coffee and petting Steve idly. While she complained about how unfair the world was for Omegas—they’d met when Steve had turned up at an Omega soup-kitchen she volunteered at—her speech also underlined his point.
His life could be a shitload worse.
This morning, he was being paid for his best friend to give him much-needed bodily contact in a no-strings-attached fashion. While he didn’t have to force fake purrs for her, like he did for the majority of customers, soft sleepy purring happened anyhow.
After Robin left for work, the café was empty again. Carol made them both hot chocolate then turned her attention to doing her nails. Steve breakfasted on an out-of-date lemon muffin, which was still nice and gooey in the middle, then slipped out to the washroom for the second time since Robin left. He needed to re-check his hair.
He was reapplying his eyeliner, when he heard the bell tinkle again.
So much for the ‘graveyard’ shift. He pinched his pale cheeks, bracing himself to face whoever wanted to cuddle him next.
A high-pitched squeal from Carol pierced Steve’s hearing—one that was probably only audible to other Omegas.
And the scent snatched his breath.
The Omega café was flushed with scent-neutralising air fresheners, for obvious reasons. Whoever this Alpha was, his musk was potent enough to punch straight through. It nearly floored Steve with low notes of leather and woodsmoke, and high notes of… Christ, Steve didn’t know what that was.
Plums? Fine Californian wine?
It set his mouth watering, for all of a split second.
Carol! Was she okay?
He rushed from the washroom and peeped from behind a thick velour curtain.
Carol was fine. She was taking payment from an Alpha with long, slightly-frizzy retro hair, a jean jacket—who the fuck wore those?—and dark soulful eyes.
Steve’s heart rate spiked.
The Alpha was pretty damn good-looking, and young too, maybe only a year or so older than Steve.
He was also faintly familiar.
Did Steve know him from back home? Would he recognise Steve?
“So, how does this work?” asked the newcomer. His drawling accent sent a shiver down Steve’s spine that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His voice was as sexy as the rest of him… and that definitely wasn’t a North County accent. Steve relaxed slightly, ogling the guy who was literally setting both his and Carol’s legs wobbling.
“You pay up front for an hour of kitty cuddles,” she said. “You have to order a minimum of one drink, and all new customers must read and sign our rules and disclaimers.”
“Ma’am, it’s Monday morning.” The Alpha sounded wearily amused, gesturing to the three-page fine-print document she shoved across the counter. “Do I really have to read all this?”
“How about I summarize for you.” Yup, Carol was being helpful and polite. Either someone kidnapped the real Carol, or this Alpha really was special. “You’re not about to go into rut, I take it? Because if you are, Sir, I’m really, really sorry—we can’t take that risk here, or we could get shut down.”
The Alpha shook his head. While Carol reeled off a few pertinent points—“no scenting, obviously. No kissing,”—his gaze snapped onto where Steve skulked, half-hidden behind the drapes.
Steve jumped back out of sight.
“Soooo,” said the Alpha, when Carol finally stopped talking. “To summarise—I can stroke the pussies, but I can’t stroke the pussies?”
Carol giggled. Though they’d all heard that joke, and every variation on it, at least a billion times.
“Pretty much,” she said. “We’re absolutely NOT a brothel. And don’t expect cat-ears and whiskers and all that jazz. Thursday is usually full-costume night, and… erm, right now, we only have one kitty, and he seems to have strayed. Boy kitty okay with you?”
“Yes, thank you, Ma’am,” said the Alpha.
“Cool. I’ll go coax him out with a saucer of milk or something.”
She found Steve backed up against the dingy back-corridor wall, knees basically jello. “Get out there! Christ, you do realize who that is?”
Steve shook his head, throat too tight to speak. He honestly didn’t know what was wrong with him. Alphas moseyed in and out of this place every day. He was usually able to keep himself together.
“It’s Eddie Munson! Lead singer of Corroded Coffin? Super-hot and super-famous bad-boy Alpha rockstar? Jeeees, you really did live in a box till you got here, didn’t you? Look, get out there—before I tell him boy kitty is off the menu, grab my skimpiest bikini, and burrow into that scorching lap myself.”
She nudged him through the curtain. Eddie Munson had already settled onto one of the cafe’s roomiest couches, arms splayed along the back.
Legs splayed too.
Eddie glanced up and those gorgeous eyes raked Steve, head-to-toe, stripping him so bare he might as well have forgotten his shorts. The Alpha’s grin spread slowly, revealing glinting incisors, and creasing up into the sexiest dimples Steve had ever seen.
Steve wasn’t sure how he made it across the room. Somehow, he did, shuffling the final few feet on his knees.
“Hello, Kitty,” said Eddie. Possibly taking pity, he closed his legs. He shoved his thighs forward so Steve could easily lay his head in them.
Steve did so, facing out across the café. His heart skittered like a little prey animal’s. It was only then that he realized Eddie hadn’t placed a cushion on his thighs. Well, if Carol hadn’t highlighted that part of the rules, Steve was hardly in a position to do it now.
Eddie didn’t mess around. Strong fingers plowed straight into the springy mass of Steve’s hair. “What’s your name, Honey?”
“Uh… St-steve?”
Who fucking stammers answering his own name?
“Hi, Steve. I’m Eddie.” He leaned a little closer, hot breath joining those strong fingers to send Steve even deeper into fluster. “How do you put up with the stink in here? I mean, I get it. All those Alpha-Omega scents battering each other would make this place a real fleshpot. Shame, though. I bet you smell real sweet. I mean, I think I get a whiff of you, even now.”
“You get used to it,” squeaked Steve, cutting that line of conversation off pronto.
“You get used to the diabolical plinky-plonky piano music too, Steve?”
“Honestly, I don’t even hear it anymore.”
To be fair, Steve didn’t hate the perpetual loop of movie theme-tune classics for exactly that reason. Even the smoochiest love songs—like the instrumental version of “Everything I do, I do it for you,” currently playing—didn’t mess with his emotions in the way music so often did.
Eddie snorted a dry chuckle, leaning back against the cushions again. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.
“You’re right, Steve,” drawled Eddie, massaging deliciously into Steve’s scalp, “it’s pretty easy not to hear it. You have got the cutest purr.”
Steve’s eyes flew wide. He hadn’t even realized he was purring yet! Yeah, he could fake purr, but he’d been too befuddled to get to that. Now, he shook with loud rattling purrs that he could barely control.
Omegas purred when they were happy and relaxed, and also when distressed, to comfort themselves. He’d been reduced to that over the weekend. These purrs, though, grew couch-quakingly loud and felt different from anyway he’d purred before.
“You okay there, Honey?” Thank heavens Eddie was nice, though that made Steve’s weirdness all the more inexplicable. Eddie ran the back of coolish fingers down Steve’s burning cheek.
“I’m sorry,” whispered Steve. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” His hormones must still be doing weird things after his chemically fucked-up heat.
He probably should’ve called in sick today too.
“Don’t apologise,” Eddie said. “Look, it’s freakin’ Monday morning. I’m the weirdo Alpha checking this place out. You’re just doing your job, and you’re mighty fine at it, I’m sure.” The words washed through Steve, their brutal truth leaving an awkward residue. “Listen, I’m just gonna sip my coffee and chill. You reckon you can chill too, little kitty?”
“Yes, Alpha,” murmured Steve. The preening growl that jostled from Eddie was enough to make Steve desperate to obey.
He didn’t usually call anybody Alpha on the job. It wasn’t strictly against the rules, but unless a client demanded it—and only the real a-holes did—the kitties avoided it.
Eddie, though, had dragged it from Steve before he could think about it, much like those purrs.
And much like how, a minute or so of petting later, Steve found himself purring effortlessly, and totally relaxed. He wasn’t even stressed by the fact that his cheek rested dangerously close to Eddie’s Alpha dick. Which appeared to be ballooning slightly beneath his thick pair of sweatpants.
This was exactly why the cushions were compulsory. Though Steve barely had time to worry.
“Steve,” said Eddie, fingering around the edge of Steve’s collar in a fashion that literally made Steve’s eyes cross with yumminess. “Are there any rules against you getting in my lap for proper cuddles?”
“No. Absolutely not.” There really wasn’t, though of course, it only worked with the larger Alphas. There’d been no way Steve could’ve fitted into a Beta like Robin’s lap, for example, without some level of squishing. Eddie was, to be fair, not the largest Alpha around, but he was certainly large enough.
After some not-too-awkward manoeuvring—and guided by Eddie’s hand in the small of his back—Steve soon found himself sitting across Eddie’s lap. Eddie scooped him close, and his arms curled around Eddie’s neck.
He stared point-blank into the fathomless depths of Eddie’s dark eyes. Nope. Too much. He dipped his gaze, then squeaked. Now, he fixed on Eddie’s jawline and throat, dusted with scruff, and which drew him like, well, catnip.
Steve inhaled oaky-smoky plums and… Holy crap, what even was that? He was in serious danger of burying his face there and violating the no-scenting rule himself.
Once again, Eddie sensed his discomfort and guided Steve’s head down onto his shoulder, holding him there. “Hey, any chance of another coffee,” Eddie called to Carol. “Extra-large mocha with marshmallows, please, Ma’am? Think I might be settling here for a while.”
After that, Eddie appeared to go out of his way to make Steve even more comfortable. Perhaps noting Steve’s squirmings over getting too close to his scent gland, he slid a thin throw cushion beneath Steve’s cheek. He then settled them both back against the comfiest, most enveloping part of the sofa. He pulled one of those fluffy blankets up over them both. Soon, a floaty weariness, bone-deep but pleasant, overcame Steve.
Even his ovaries had stopped bugging him. God, this was nice. He really got paid for this? Damn, he’d fallen on his feet and Eddie smelled divine. He couldn’t help but daydream about that huge Alpha dick nestled stupid-close to his pussy, with only two layers of fabric between them. He was too sleepy to get too excited, tho’. He soon floated on the surface of a calm ocean, safe and serene…
When Steve began waking up, a honeyed glow saturated his head and heart and previously aching pelvis. He couldn’t remember his dreams, but they must’ve been good ones. He felt complete and happy and… he flicked his eyes open. Oh shit! The cafe buzzed with conversation. Several other kitties had come on shift and were snuggling with Alphas.
He’d fallen asleep on a customer’s lap.
Steve’s focus snapped onto the clock behind the counter, where Carol and her assistant, Chrissy, who also did kitty duties, were rushing around making lunches.
1.57 pm.
He’d been asleep on the job for nearly three hours.
Asleep in the lap of…
“Hey there,” drawled Eddie, “somebody’s a sleepy kitty.”
Steve daren’t look up. Was Eddie pissed? He didn’t sound it.
Steve opened his mouth. Shut it again, dabbing the corner. His head had slipped off the pillow and rested against Eddie’s chest. The Alpha’s booming heartbeat mingled with an amused chuckle.
Steve wasn’t laughing: “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I drooled on your t-shirt!”
“I know.” Eddie’s low rumbling sigh was one of the most contented sounds Steve had ever heard. “You gonna charge extra for that, Honey?”
Chapter 2 on tumblr On A03
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I have got quite a bit of this fic drafted, so hopefully more soon. If you’re enjoying, please let me know, or like and reblog... it means a lot to know somebody would like to read more *purrs hopefully* and thank you soooo much for reading this far 💚
for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 16 prompt, Chosen Family.
WC: 998; Rating T; Tags: O!Steve, A!Eddie, Steve & Dustin, anxiety, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, cuddling and snuggling, heat cycles, nests, holidays, established steddie. Read on ao3
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Riiiiing, riiiing.
Steve grabbed the receiver he was crouched besides. “Eddie? Dustin? This line sucks! Claudia? Wayne?”
Whoever it was, he couldn’t hear them above the bonkers wind and rain. Since the Munson’s moved in with the Henderson’s, storms weren’t as dramatic as they’d felt back in the trailer.
Tonight, however, Steve couldn’t handle it.
With his heat due in a few days, the stress of not knowing if his chosen family was safe proved more gut-wrenching than any monthly-cycle pangs. Dustin was somewhere between University College LA and LAX. Wayne and Claudia were currently driving through the storm to meet Dustin off his flight when it landed. Eddie, meanwhile, was working at The Hideout till 10 pm.
Finally, a voice broke through the static: “St… ve?”
“Dustin! You trying to kill me!?! You okay?”
“Fli… del…”
Bleeeeeep.
“Crap!” Steve rattled the receiver, plonked it back down, in case Dustin tried again.
Nothing.
His fists balled and trembled. The wind howled. Steve stared across a sea of presents he’d no appetite to wrap. Then the lights on the half-decorated tree flickered and died, shrouding Steve in murk. The power lines had gone down.
He grabbed the phone to call Eddie at work.
No dial-tone.
Oh. My. God.
That old bar was a wreck. What if the roof collapsed in the storm? And what if Wayne’s old pick-up skidded on ice? What if Dustin was stuck in university halls, alone and starving?
Dustin’s voice chimed up in his head, “Seriously? You ever known me NOT to carry emergency snacks?”
“Yeah, but what if you’re lost in downtown LA? You planned for that, huh, Henderson?”
“Steve, have you ever known me NOT to carry a compass?”
Steve rolled his eyes, then his snarky reply died on his tongue.
He’s talking to an imaginary Dustin.
He knew and loved that annoying little nerd waaaay to well, and yet… Wait! What if he’s not imaginary? Was Steve talking to a ghost or something? Although, no, that was crazy. It was all in his head. Steve couldn’t see or feel anything and yet…
His blood jumped, his heartrate skyrocketed, and his brain fogged up. His focus latched onto the empty cardboard box that’d contained Dustin’s Commodore Amiga PC—a surprise present they’d all saved for months to afford. He dived for it, grabbing an unwrapped scarf knitted by Wayne for Claudia on the way. Once inside, he huddled it to his chest, and retreated like a turtle into his sweater, which was actually one of Eddie’s, and smelled comfortingly of him.
Small place… nest… gotta nest… but not safe… they’re not safe… they’re out there cold and lost! Dying… what if they’re dying!?!
Without his Alpha, his family, he was literally losing it. He floated off into a fevered daze.
…
As soon as Eddie opened the door, he guessed Steve was on the verge of heat. Also, from the devastating sour undertones to that sweet scent, he knew he was in pain.
“Stevie? Where are you?” Eddie stripped off his wet jacket, dripping everywhere. At least he’d till morning to mop up. Before The Hideout’s phones cut out, he’d spoken to Dustin and Claudia. She and Wayne were spending the night at Indianapolis Metropolitan, waiting for Dustin’s delayed flight. Dustin was safe at an airport motel too.
It was Steve he was worried sick about.
He grabbed one of Dustin’s strategically-placed flashlights—the Henderson’s were always prepared for powercuts or surges—and followed his nose.
“Where are you, Sweetheart?”
He walked slam-bam into a cardboard box, which squealed.
“Stevie?”
Carefully, slowly, he crouched down and opened the flaps of the box. He gathered the trembling Omega into his arms then into his lap, lifting Steve’s chin and relieved when his Omega’s spaced-out eyes focussed.
“Eddie?” he murmured, heartbreakingly disbelieving.
“Yeah, it’s me, Baby, it’s me. God, I’m so sorry. Shouldn’t have left you alone with your heat close.”
“N-not that.” Steve cringed then buried his face against Eddie’s shoulder. “M’worried… Dustin… Wayne… Claudia… you, you son-of-a-bitch! I was literally going crazy, imagining Dustin was here, being a little shit, then I figured his plane must’ve crashed or—”
“Stevie, they’re fine!” Eddie rocked and soothed him, while spilling everything needed to allay his fears. He dropped a kiss to his Omega’s soft hair. “Shhhh, no need to cry, huh?”
“T-tears of relief,” sniffled Steve, with a lowkey glare. “I’m pissed I flipped out. Guess my body couldn’t handle the anxiety. So dumb.”
“Hush. You’re never that, Baby.”
Steve curled his arms around Eddie’s neck, burrowing into Eddie’s chest, as Eddie understood he had in that box. It was so sweet, yet Eddie felt sick, thinking how desperate Steve must’ve been to seek comfort in a make-shift nest. He’d not even made it to the nest in their shared bedroom.
Which was, after a hot bath and a light supper of Claudia’s reheated lasagne, exactly where he carried Steve. Soon, he had the Omega huddled safe in his arms. Cinnamon, nutmeg and the tangy citrus of his squirming Omega overpowered any remaining sourness in Steve’s scent.
…
Warm… Safe… Nested.
Steve and Eddie usually slept naked, beneath a homemade quilt and layers of blankets, enjoying the toasty warmth of skin against skin. Tonight, they curled together in a tight ball. Steve’s face nestled in the curve of Eddie’s throat. Eddie’s arms and body totally enveloped him. The wind rattling the windows couldn’t compete with the calming thud of his Alpha’s heart, which blended with the gentle brrrrr of his own spontaneous comfort purrs.
Steve sighed in complete contentment, burrowing ever deeper into Eddie’s side. The last of his anxiety slipped away, and they slept, locked as one, until the storm raged itself out.
…
Ultimately, it was fortunate Dustin’s flight was delayed.
After a long lazy snuggle-in, and an equally lazy breakfast, Steve and Eddie finished all the wrapping and decorating in the nick of time… before the rest of the family got home for the holidays.
for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 10 prompt, scarf and @25daysofwhumpmas day 7 prompt, sick day, and @hurtcember day 8 prompt, freezing.
WC: 991; Rating: T; Tags: Omegaverse, steddie, omega steve harrington, alpha eddie munson, whump-lite, fluffy fluff, aftercare and snuggles. Read on ao3
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Eddie was halfway between High School and his ‘fortress,’ when the yummy scent struck. Nutty and chocolate-creamy, it warmed the winter air like a lavish barista coffee. Intoxicated, Eddie forgot to watch his feet.
He tripped, landing crash-bang on his knees in the iced mud.
Ooooow! Wtf?
He jumped up, growling as he spied a Tigers scarf stretched across the path. Had somebody deliberately tripped him? Played sabotage the freak?
Unlikely.
On Wednesday afternoons, most forced-conformity morons would be playing ‘balls-in-laundry-basket’ games. Eddie had taken his billionth ‘sick-day’ to escape and conjure angsty gore-drenched lyrics. Still, this mysterious discovery proved distracting.
He plucked up the scarf, plastered it to his face. That sweet coffee scent drenched it, unmistakably Omega. Moments later, he found a sneaker then, following an unlikely treasure trail, he peeled a sweater from the dirt. Its deliciousness had a bitter edge, like burnt coffee beans.
Omega in danger! Find! Now!
Eddie snorted at his inner Alpha.
Discarded kit most likely equalled some jock meathead getting jiggy with one of the Omega pompom-brigade.
He followed his twitching nose anyhow and spotted the sumptuous-smelling Omega huddled alone at the bottom of a tree. They wore a cheerleader's outfit waaaay too skimpy for an alfresco December jaunt and hugged themselves with naked arms. Eddie recognised that drooping head of immaculately sculpted and blond-highlighted hair.
His jaw dropped. “Harrington?”
Steve’s face snapped up with a hiss: “Get lost.”
Nope. Eddie couldn’t do that.
Steve’s cherry-flushed cheeks and spacey eyes suggested he was helplessly going into his first heat. Or, more likely, experiencing symptoms of the wild hormone fluctuations most newly presented Alphas and Omegas endured.
If Eddie left now, Harrington would freeze into an undeniably hot, Omega-shaped popsicle.
…
Today was supposed to be different.
Steve had practiced cheer routines with Chrissy for weeks. Finally, he would face his fears, try for the cheer-squad, let the world know the real reason he’d dropped out of basketball, avoided locker rooms, taken endless sick days, and then… then…
He'd been on his way to meet Chrissy—his cheer outfit hidden beneath baggy sports-kit—when his skin started crawling, itching, then burning up. He’d slumped against the lockers, head-spinning, trying to catch his breath when, Whoosh!
His scent clouded around him so thick he gagged.
OMG, noooooo!
Dumb teenage hormones and Omega pheromones. So much for nuclear-strength suppressants and kickass blockers.
A dozen heads whipped around, some kids pinching their noses, others giggling. Steve’s face was literally on fire.
He ran.
Straight outta school, across the sports fields, feet skidding, shedding clothing as he stumbled.
Hot, too hot!
Eventually, his legs buckled. He’d stripped to his brand-new cheer outfit, and still he felt like he was on fire, and now… now…
“Get lost!”
An Alpha had found him, all alone in the woods—freaky, scary Eddie Munson, and Steve was too wibbly to run. He hissed again, stripped to a helpless prey animal. Yet Eddie’s eyes were kind, for sure. The Alpha approached, palms raised, slow and cautious-like.
Steve gasped in his scent. Cranberry sauce and fresh-from-the-oven bread-rolls…
“Hey, not gonna bite,” said Eddie. “You need help?”
Steve pressed curiously glacial knuckles to his cheeks, and whispered, small and scratchy, “M’burning.”
“Sweetheart, you’re muddled. Can I touch you?”
Short breaths hitching on Eddie’s yumminess, Steve nodded.
Next thing he knew, he was gathered against Eddie’s hip. The contrast between his bare limbs and the strong arms wrapping around them proved an eye-opener: “Shit! I’m f-freezing, not b-burning… God… how could I… b-be… s-so d-dumb?”
“You’re on hormone suppressors, right?” asked Eddie, while Steve’s nose gravitated to Eddie’s throat, irritatingly shielded by a scarf with snarly skulls on it. “It’s hard to find the right balance when you first present. The wrong dose turns you loopy. Seriously, I had this mini-rut that had me humping the drum-kit in Gareth’s garage. His parents found me, naked, slick with cold sweat, and covered in goosebumps.”
Steve hooted. “Seriously? Oh, um… sorry. It’s not funny.”
“In retrospect, it kinda is. Listen, your body is probably aping a heat or something, making you feel mega-toasty, when actually you’re not. Pretty dangerous without—”
“—somebody to look out for me.” Steve’s knee crept onto Eddie’s thigh. His arms crawled around Eddie’s neck. Next minute… Oooops! He was full on cuddling in Eddie’s lap.
The fever-like burn settled into a pleasant shimmer. His shivering body notched into Eddie’s so freakily naturally, that he simply nestled there, letting Eddie stroke and soothe him.
Then his brain caught up.
His life was ruined.
“Oh God! I should’ve taken another sick-day. People saw… and smelled! They’ll gossip, and… Uuuugh, I so wanted to be on cheer-squad before I came out as Omega. So I’d have somewhere to fit in, and wouldn’t be a… fr… fr…”
“A freak?” offered Eddie. His toothy grin made Steve’s belly flip.
Steve nodded, dry lips quirking toward a smile. Which was definitely freaky.
He should want to punch things, yell at the injustice of life.
Yet, here he was, sitting in the lap of a stunning Alpha, who smelled edible, and who’d stopped him freezing into a jello-pop while believing he was being microwaved.
Tho’ Eddie was the one Steve craved to lick…
“Let’s get you somewhere warm,” said Eddie, so kindly Steve’s heart turned to melted butter. “School? Or somewhere else?”
“You know, my parents are outta town,” he whispered, because, yeah, Eddie had ignited a different sort of burning between his legs now.
“Sweetheart, that’s your crazy hormones talking,” said Eddie, tho’ Steve swore he heard the Alpha’s heart thunderclap. “How ’bout we go somewhere for hot chocolate?”
“Okay,” sighed Steve, peeping at Eddie’s gooey-eyed, dimpled gorgeousness. “I’m paying. Seeing as you probably saved me from hypothermia.”
“Deal.”
Steve inhaled Eddie’s scent till he tingled with it and tentatively wondered if this was fate, and if they could be scentmates. Their courtship officially started over peanut-butter mochas, spiced-cranberry cookies, and extra-toasty snuggles.
for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 5 prompt, pine; 25daysofwhumpmas day 5 prompt, crowds, and hurtcember day 5 prompt, anxiety.
Rating: M; WC: 983; CW: some non-explicit sexual content, borderline NSFW. Tags: Fluffy fluff, o!steve, a!eddie, heats and cycles, established steddie, mention of S5 locations, whump-lite, no upside down AU. Read on Ao3
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“Where’s Steve?” panted Eddie.
He’d sprinted from his van to join Robin at the base of the twenty-foot-high pine at the heart of Hawkins’ Christmas Fair. She pointed upward. Eddie snatched another lungful of frosty air.
Eddie’s cat-boy Omega was balanced precariously among the highest branches, clinging around a worryingly slender trunk. Steve’s glittering pink kitty-ears reflected the fairy-lights, almost blending him in like another cute ornament.
“He’s in freaked-out-Omega mode,” Robin said. “I considered climbing, but I might fall, or we’d both get stuck, or…”
Eddie zoned out.
It was ball-bitingly cold. What if Steve fainted, fell?
“I’m here!” he howled, kinda panicking himself. “Gonna get you safe, Babygirl.”
“How?” snapped Robin. “You gonna coax him down with treats?”
What came before…
It began with two other pine trees.
The first was in Steve and Eddie’s lounge, which they’d spent yesterday evening decorating. Thanks to the fact pine was a potent thread in Eddie’s scent, the dumb tree had made them both mega-horny.
One moment they’d been draping tinsel and baubles.
The next, Steve was near-naked on the rug, with Eddie kneeling between his legs, gently dragging a fresh green bough up his furred thighs. Steve purred like a crazy thing, then thrashed so wildly he almost snapped the tinsel Eddie had twined playfully about his wrists.
Steve hissed at Eddie’s teasing grin and not-quite-touch, bearing his little fangs. His skin flushed hot, and his breaths hitched and stuttered, and… Aaaargh, this was torture! He arched his back and rolled his hips, needing friction there, or he was gonna explode. “Jesus, Eds, d’ya know where it is?”
“Greedy little pussy, huh?”
Steve squealed and kicked his heels, on the cusp of coming way before Eddie took pity and made sweet, leisurely, cosy love to his kitty-boy.
The second pine was located at Squawk Radio. Robin and Steve had decked it with rainbow ‘queer cheer’ decorations. It looked fabulous.
Only it kept dropping needles.
After last night’s shenanigans, Steve’s mini-heat had started early. He was antsy and nervy as well as mega-horny, so he’d been constantly on his knees, sweeping up the needles with his dustpan and brush. Which was what he was doing, recalling the yumminess of being thoroughly fucked and filled and adored by his Alpha, when Robin yelled from her script desk: “Steve? You reek!”
“Huh?”
“What were you thinking about? Actually, don’t wanna know. You need a fresh scent-patch, Dingus.”
“Tough. I’ve soaked through three today. I’m out.
They stopped to grab some later. However, some roads were closed for the Fair, which he now had to cross in order to reach the drug store, in his hyper-jumpy, stinky state.
After insisting he’d be fine while Robin went for groceries, Steve pulled his collar up, kept his head down. The crowds jostled and spiky smells bombarded. The store was in sight, when a bunch of jocks who he’d known in senior year accosted him.
“Cute ears, Harrington!”
“You went kitty-boy?”
Steve countered: “What of it? Kinda relieved I didn’t present ‘meathead,’ like you a-holes.”
“Woah, that pussy stinks!”
“Knot-brain skunks,” muttered Steve, plowing on. Somebody grabbed his shoulder and memories avalanched—specifically of Steve’s humiliating first presentation in the High School locker room. Of being perved on, laughed at, shoved and grabbed from all sides.
Panic hit hard and he bolted.
Pine scent… Eddie… find Alpha… get safe from the wolves… climb!
Soon, he was twenty-foot in the air, clinging weakly around an enormous prickly Christmas Tree. He wished his limply dangling kitty-tail was like a monkey’s, so he’d gotten something else to hook on with.
…
After Robin dashed off to call the Fire Brigade, Hopper showed up with a ladder. He offered to go coax Steve down bearing peanut-banana candy-canes, which slapped Eddie into action.
The kitty in the tree was his Omega.
Yeah, Eddie hated heights—who didn’t? Still, up he went, rung by rung, cooing and trilling, and not looking down.
“I’m comin’, Baby,” he called, rewarded with a terrified squeal, and then:
“Eddie? Oh crap! Where… How?” Steve swiped his hair from scared eyes, unsettling his ears… and his balance.
“Careful, Baby!”
Eddie lurched for him, the ladder wobbled, settled back. Fortunately, Steve’s senses had regrouped, and he hugged the tree like a life-size cliptoy. Eddie planted his feet, carefully curling an arm around his kitty: “Can you climb down with me? Or I could try a fireman’s carry?”
Steve shook his head, probably dreading that scenario as bad as Eddie. “Now you’re here, I’m good. We’re not… that high, right?”
“Not gonna lie. It’s scary. We’ll make it, okay?”
Somehow, together, they descended the ladder, Eddie first, tho’ never taking a hand off his kitty. If steadying Steve meant groping that delicious bubble-ass, he wasn’t gonna complain.
They alighted to whoops and a round of applause. Eddie took a swift bow before hustling his cringing kitty-boy away.
“Jesus, that was embarrassing,” said Steve, sliding onto Eddie’s lap in the van. Both of them palpably trembled. “I panicked. Whoops?”
“It’s okay,” said Eddie, as Steve calmed them both by preening Eddie’s hair. “You should stay safer during your ‘time-of-the-month,’ Sweetheart. And tell Robin to keep a better eye.”
“I made her go. But… No more scary crowds, I promise.” Steve conjured a brittle smile, which melted Eddie, before their lips brushed in a sweet kiss: “You’re the only thing this kitty ever wants to climb.”
Once home, they locked together into a tight ball and licked and scented each other till the trembling stopped. Then they rutted frantically, rolling in the pine needles. Despite everything, Steve had pine-scent infused in a smell-bracelet, to comfort him in emergencies when Eddie wasn’t around.
The Party, however, made ‘hilarious’ Stuck-Kitty-Steve baubles to hang on their Christmas Trees. Eventually, even Steve saw the funny side. He and Eddie turned it into a tradition, making them every year with their pups.
Steddie fans, concept : wormhole thing they mentioned in Erica's class, we make wormhole, do time warp nonsense, Eddie back alive, boom - Steve saves Eddie and they kiss and that's season 5 <3
just found your account. this shit is crazy. you're so talented it's driving me insane how you're so underrated in comparison. Also :] is it ok for me to as for some robin/stobin s5 doodles or something ...
anon i hope you already finished vol 1 because i am giddy at seeing them be competent at their job <3
Hawkins' Hot Frosty by HellishHouse
rating: G
tags: Hallmark, frosty the snowman, iykyk
word count: 554
Thank you @steddieholidaydrabbles!!!
The last thing Eddie expected was to discover that the hot stranger he meet one random night is a snowman. Well, he is a snowman who magically turned into a hot man after Eddie put a scarf on him. They met on a stormy night when the metalhead had accidentally hit him with his car. Fortunately, the car hadn't been going too fast and the man survived the hit just fine with only minor injuries. The truly shocking thing was him being butt naked. Everyone called Eddie 'the freak' but he wouldn't be caught dead running around in winter full naked.
After going to the hospital, they discovered the naked man only had a few bruises but he did have amnesia. Eddie got him clothes and took him home to help him until he would hopefully regain his memories. It didn't take long for the teens Eddie plays D&D with to discover that the man, who went by Steve now, was a magical snowman that Eddie had accidentally brought to life in some kind of strange frosty the snowman hallmark remake that honestly should've never been created.
When the winter started to end and he started melting, of course, it was true loves kiss that saved him. Eddie kissed Steve in front of everyone in a desperate attempt to say goodbye before the man died.
Now, he's a real boy in classic Pinocchio fashion. But Eddie isn't sure where that leads them.
"What do you mean?" Steve asks confused.
"Is there not something you want to do in life, now that you have the freedom? You can go anywhere. Do anything!"
"I only want to stay here with you and the kids. You know I have grown attached to them in our short time. Maybe after they graduate and go off to college we could look into moving somewhere. Maybe New York or LA, somewhere with a good music scene for your band."
"Steve, are you sure that you want that? with me?" Eddie bites on his hair and shuffles around the room, not really looking at Steve.
Steve puts down the spatula and turns away from the stove to finally look at Eddie.
"I know we met in a weird circumstance and there's still so much I don't know about the world but, I know what I feel for you is genuine. It's not just because you brought me to life and saved me. It's not because you just happened to be there. It's because of your smile, your humour, the way you act like you're the kids father, your hair, your hands, the way you talk and how it makes me feel, how sad I get when I can't hear your voice. I want to stay with you because I love you, don't break my heart by doubting my feelings." He grabbed Eddie by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "You're it for me. Trust me on that."
They shared a sweet, slow kiss before the smell of burning fills the room and causes Steve to pull back cursing.
Eddie isn't sure how long this fairy tale will last and if a guy like Steve will one day realize there's better than Eddie 'The Freak' Munson out there but, he'll hold onto this with all he has while he can.
Note: A friend of mine worked as a Gofer on the Hallmark movie Hot Frosty so even though it is kind of a dumpster fire, please check it out! If you haven't already lol This prompt made me immediately think of the movie.
Welcome to day five of the holiday drabbles! Today's prompt is pine.
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Tags: Steve Harrington’s Ass 🍑, Fade to Black Sex, Bondage/Shibari (idk, is it one of these things if you are just winging it with red ribbon?), Confident Steve Harrington, Exhibitionist Steve, Oversharing Stobin, Established Relationship
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'A Peach of a Present'
Steve twists and turns to look back at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and smirks.
“He’s still got it, ol’ Steve Harrington.”
He smacks himself on his left ass cheek, relishing in the sting and feeling oh-so-satisfied by the delicious jiggle that ripples over his skin at the contact. Thankfully, he can still move like this and put on a show.
There was a lot of trial and error all week before he managed to perfect a tantalising combination of twists and turns of thick, red ribbon around his body. The decoration now weaving up his hairy thighs, dipping between his legs to cross over just above his cock and then double around his waist. The whole set-up accentuates his ass, really. Elongates his legs too.
Steve preens at the sight.
Eddie is going to love his early Christmas present.
The festive season this year has been more than a whirlwind, what with the two of them preparing to host their first Christmas, on top of two very chaotic December work schedules.
Eddie deserves to relax.
Well, technically Steve will be the one lying on the bed – on display and ready for Eddie to do has he pleases.
Take his present for a spin.
Steve flicks his wrist to take one last look at his watch. He smiles, or perhaps blushes at the time. Eddie will be home any minute.
He sets his watch on the vanity and examines himself from the front now. Smoothing his hands down his tummy, Steve purposefully avoids slipping his fingers down further. The excitement of this brilliant idea already has him feeling flushed and all tingly inside.
And Eddie always says he gets more than a little impatient.
He bites his bottom lip as he thinks about the potential of his boyfriend chiding him for getting too eager too quickly, and decides to take one last look at the bow fashioned to the criss-cross of ribbon. His movement has left it lopsided so he tugs on one tail to set it straight.
With the bow now sitting perfectly against the small of his back, hovering just above his ass, Steve shuffles down the hall and into the bedroom, walking carefully so as not to disturb his (and Robin’s) handiwork any further.
His best friend had sewed the oversized velvet bow for him and helped select the perfect ribbon too. It was an exercise Robin had almost completed before she looked up from her sewing machine with a curious frown.
“Wait, what is this for, exactly?” she had pried, a hint of scepticism in her voice like she knew the answer, but was terrified to hear it confirmed.
At first, Steve had tried to avoid answering but like always, Robin saw right through his lies.
“Fine! I wanna stick this bow on my gorgeous fucking ass and gift myself to Eddie on Christmas Eve – happy?”
The admission had earned a face, or perhaps every conceivable expression, some mild pearl-clutching, and concerns of safety before Robin settled on her usual, “You two assholes are so gross”-line.
But this is going to be worth it.
Steve gently lowers to the edge of the bed, moving carefully as the ribbon pulls tight between his legs and under his ass cheeks. It sends a hot rush up his spine as he settles his feet on the ground, somewhere between lying down on the freshly washed and pressed sheets, and kneeling.
He palms around, rather awkwardly this time, to right the bow one last time. Next, he brushes at his flop of hair, soft and silky after a full shampoo and conditioner routine.
Not a moment later, Steve startles at the sound of the front door opening as Eddie noisily enters their apartment. With a flurry of activity – the sound of keys clattering onto the kitchen bench, a jacket being tossed – Steve props himself up on his elbows and arches his back, revealing himself as he waits.
His heart is racing with every footstep he can hear, Eddie’s… Eddieness and general jingle-jangling drawing closer.
“Stevie…” comes his voice in sing-song, “I’m – oh, shit!”
Eddie’s backpack plonks to the floor and in an instant Steve can feel his boyfriend all but dropping to his knees behind him. He wiggles his ass slowly, really putting his hips into hit.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, low a breathy.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Eddie sighs in awe.
Steve wishes he could see his face, but it would ruin the whole idea here. Besides, the ‘ruining’ part can come later.
At that thought, he ruts against the side of the bed and then Eddie’s hand is ghosting over him, as if to hold him in place.
“Eddie,” he whines – he isn’t sure if he meant to sound quite so needy.
Eddie tuts under his breath, “Always so eager. I’m wanna take my time here, my love.”
He kneads at his cheeks now, greedily pawing at them as Steve feels the weight of himself, the plush of his own skin under calloused hands and deft fingers.
“Do you love it?” Steve asks, voice pitched high and too sweet.
“Your ass is perfection,” Eddie’s thumb dips between his cheeks – so close, “Gonna absolutely ruin you…”
Steve moans at a firm press deeper still, his skin prickling as he feels Eddie's warm breath wash over him.
Steve being his daddy's boy and proudly showing it. He wore his daddy's clothes to work, turned down dinner invitations because his daddy said so, refused to go out at midnight because it was past his curfew and bedtime, always content to be his daddy's passenger princess even though there was a garage of sport cars waiting for him.
He was spoiled rotten and still the sweetest guy you'd ever met. People envied him, admired him, and coveted him. But they didn't dare to lay a finger on him, no one was stupid enough to touch Eddie Munson's little prince.
Tags: Steve Harrington’s Ass 🍑, Fade to Black Sex, Bondage/Shibari (idk, is it one of these things if you are just winging it with red ribbon?), Confident Steve Harrington, Exhibitionist Steve, Oversharing Stobin, Established Relationship
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'A Peach of a Present'
Steve twists and turns to look back at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and smirks.
“He’s still got it, ol’ Steve Harrington.”
He smacks himself on his left ass cheek, relishing in the sting and feeling oh-so-satisfied by the delicious jiggle that ripples over his skin at the contact. Thankfully, he can still move like this and put on a show.
There was a lot of trial and error all week before he managed to perfect a tantalising combination of twists and turns of thick, red ribbon around his body. The decoration now weaving up his hairy thighs, dipping between his legs to cross over just above his cock and then double around his waist. The whole set-up accentuates his ass, really. Elongates his legs too.
Steve preens at the sight.
Eddie is going to love his early Christmas present.
The festive season this year has been more than a whirlwind, what with the two of them preparing to host their first Christmas, on top of two very chaotic December work schedules.
Eddie deserves to relax.
Well, technically Steve will be the one lying on the bed – on display and ready for Eddie to do has he pleases.
Take his present for a spin.
Steve flicks his wrist to take one last look at his watch. He smiles, or perhaps blushes at the time. Eddie will be home any minute.
He sets his watch on the vanity and examines himself from the front now. Smoothing his hands down his tummy, Steve purposefully avoids slipping his fingers down further. The excitement of this brilliant idea already has him feeling flushed and all tingly inside.
And Eddie always says he gets more than a little impatient.
He bites his bottom lip as he thinks about the potential of his boyfriend chiding him for getting too eager too quickly, and decides to take one last look at the bow fashioned to the criss-cross of ribbon. His movement has left it lopsided so he tugs on one tail to set it straight.
With the bow now sitting perfectly against the small of his back, hovering just above his ass, Steve shuffles down the hall and into the bedroom, walking carefully so as not to disturb his (and Robin’s) handiwork any further.
His best friend had sewed the oversized velvet bow for him and helped select the perfect ribbon too. It was an exercise Robin had almost completed before she looked up from her sewing machine with a curious frown.
“Wait, what is this for, exactly?” she had pried, a hint of scepticism in her voice like she knew the answer, but was terrified to hear it confirmed.
At first, Steve had tried to avoid answering but like always, Robin saw right through his lies.
“Fine! I wanna stick this bow on my gorgeous fucking ass and gift myself to Eddie on Christmas Eve – happy?”
The admission had earned a face, or perhaps every conceivable expression, some mild pearl-clutching, and concerns of safety before Robin settled on her usual, “You two assholes are so gross”-line.
But this is going to be worth it.
Steve gently lowers to the edge of the bed, moving carefully as the ribbon pulls tight between his legs and under his ass cheeks. It sends a hot rush up his spine as he settles his feet on the ground, somewhere between lying down on the freshly washed and pressed sheets, and kneeling.
He palms around, rather awkwardly this time, to right the bow one last time. Next, he brushes at his flop of hair, soft and silky after a full shampoo and conditioner routine.
Not a moment later, Steve startles at the sound of the front door opening as Eddie noisily enters their apartment. With a flurry of activity – the sound of keys clattering onto the kitchen bench, a jacket being tossed – Steve props himself up on his elbows and arches his back, revealing himself as he waits.
His heart is racing with every footstep he can hear, Eddie’s… Eddieness and general jingle-jangling drawing closer.
“Stevie…” comes his voice in sing-song, “I’m – oh, shit!”
Eddie’s backpack plonks to the floor and in an instant Steve can feel his boyfriend all but dropping to his knees behind him. He wiggles his ass slowly, really putting his hips into hit.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, low a breathy.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Eddie sighs in awe.
Steve wishes he could see his face, but it would ruin the whole idea here. Besides, the ‘ruining’ part can come later.
At that thought, he ruts against the side of the bed and then Eddie’s hand is ghosting over him, as if to hold him in place.
“Eddie,” he whines – he isn’t sure if he meant to sound quite so needy.
Eddie tuts under his breath, “Always so eager. I’m wanna take my time here, my love.”
He kneads at his cheeks now, greedily pawing at them as Steve feels the weight of himself, the plush of his own skin under calloused hands and deft fingers.
“Do you love it?” Steve asks, voice pitched high and too sweet.
“Your ass is perfection,” Eddie’s thumb dips between his cheeks – so close, “Gonna absolutely ruin you…”
Steve moans at a firm press deeper still, his skin prickling as he feels Eddie's warm breath wash over him.
