He’d been bleeding out, dying, the pain from the demobat bites fading as that unending cold started to seep into his limbs. He was dying and Dustin was crying over him and he didn’t want to say goodbye but what else was there to do?
Pounding footfalls and then Steve and Nancy and Robin were skidding to his side amongst the fallen demobats and Steve was telling him to hang on, to not die, that they were there. Nancy and Robin were tearing garments to wrap around his bites but he didn’t care overly much, figuring it was for nothing. Instead, he was focused on Steve’s hand in his, pleading with him to hold on, and it was clearly just him babbling, but he’d said he’d do anything Eddie wanted if he just hung on.
And really, what better time to come out as gay to your crush than on your deathbed? Or, death-patch-of-dirt anyways.
“Go on a date with me then, Harrington,” he coughed out, choking on blood that splattered on his chin. Sexy.
Steve was noticeably shocked, and confused, but he gamely agreed if Eddie just promised not to die. Eddie blacked out with a grin on his face. He’d thought that was it, thought it was all over, except then he started feeling pain again. Which fucking sucked. Kind of rude to feel pain in death, unless Hawkins had been right and he was in Hell now. Bummer.
But then he heard the beeping, felt the cold air being forced into his nostrils, and he blinked open eyes that felt glued shut. Things were all woozy and fuzzy, but he saw big brown eyes staring at him and a smile he’d never thought he’d see directed at him of all people, and Steve was holding his hand again and that was nice.
Apparently he’d been in a coma for a month. Hilarious.
Steve had told him he’d been begging him to wake back up, they all were, and Eddie was high enough on pain killers to tease, “Didn’t think I’d let you out of our date that easily did you, big boy?”
He’d fallen back asleep almost immediately afterwards, so he didn’t get to see Steve’s reaction to that one, which was probably for the best, all things considered. Except Steve kept coming back, and he kept up the joke about taking Eddie on a date once he was better, even using it as encouragement when Eddie wanted to just give up and die from the pain he was in due to the multiple surgeries he was recovering from and undergoing.
Despite all that, he slowly but surely healed, able to finally move into the small house the government’s hush money had bought for them with Wayne after they also got him cleared of all charges yadda yadda yadda. Pretty sick deal, all things considered. All it took was being framed for multiple murders done by a psychotic supervillain and nearly mauled to death by demon bats. Easy peasy.
When Steve had given him a time and date for their supposed date, Eddie was just happy that the guy was able to joke about it with him instead of freaking out in typical Straight Jock. Steve apparently acknowledged his crush and still wanted to be friends, which was better than he could hope for. Or so he thought.
Because there was Steve, on his front porch, flowers in hand and looking far spiffier than Eddie ever recalled him looking like before. It looked like he’d even gotten a haircut. Good lord.
And it was amusing really, truly it was funny how far Steve was willing to take the joke, but something broke inside Eddie too because he was For Real Super Gay For Steve Harrington, but for Steve it was Just A Joke. And Eddie couldn’t take it anymore.
He snapped, hurt by his feelings not being taken seriously, and ranted about ex-jocks and pretty straight boys who treated being queer like a joke. Though Steve looked shocked at first, he ended up just looking amused by the end, which annoyed Eddie further. He was just about to enter another diatribe when Steve cut him off with a simple sentence that took all the wind out of his sails and left him gaping like a fish.
“Thanks for calling me pretty, but I’m actually bisexual.”
Eddie blinked. Steve smiled. Flowers were pressed into his hand.
“Now, the only joke around here is thinking my date can wear sweatpants to our dinner reservations, so go change into something appropriate, Munson. Honestly.”
As Eddie was ushered to his bedroom to change into something more fitting than stained and holey sweatpants, he tried to figure out where he had, in fact, lost the narrative. Because it had just been a joke.
But somehow he had ended up with a first kiss, a real life boyfriend, and a happily ever after he never would have expected. Go figure.
So I'm certain someone MUST have already recommended this song for the Johnlock playlist, but I'm rewatching Mamma Mia! in preparation of watching the sequel soon, and the ABBA song "The Winner Takes it All" is pure Johnlock. The lyrics even say "the game is on again" so ya know. From Sherlock's POV, to John about Mary. Hurts so good.
[Verse 1]I don’t wanna talkAbout things we’ve gone throughThough it’s hurting meNow it’s historyI’ve played all my cardsAnd that’s what you’ve done, tooNothing more to sayNo more ace to play[Chorus 1]The winner takes it allThe loser’s standing smallBeside the victoryThat’s her destiny[Verse 2]I was in your armsThinking I belonged thereI figured it made senseBuilding me a fenceBuilding me a homeThinking I’d be strong thereBut I was a foolPlaying by the rules[Chorus 2]The gods may throw the diceTheir minds as cold as iceAnd someone way down hereLoses someone dearThe winner takes it all (Takes it all)The loser has to fall (Has to fall)It’s simple and it’s plain (It seems plain)Why should I complain? (Why complain)[Verse 3]But tell me, does she kissLike I used to kiss you?Does it feel the sameWhen she calls your name?Somewhere deep insideYou must know I miss youBut what can I say?Rules must be obeyed[Chorus 3]The judges will decide (They decide)The likes of me abide (We abide)Spectators of the show (Of the show)Always staying low (Staying low)The game is on again (On again)A lover or a friend (Or a friend)A big thing or a small (Big or small)The winner takes it all (Takes it all)[Verse 4]I don’t wanna talkIf it makes you feel sadAnd I understandYou’ve come to shake my handI apologizeIf it makes you feel badSeeing me so tenseNo self-confidence[Bridge]But you see, the winner takes it all…The winner takes it all…[Outro]So the winnerTakes it allAnd the loserHas to fallThrow a diceCold as iceWay down hereSomeone dearTakes it allHas to fallIt seems plainWhy complain
(Lyrics from Genius.com)
Hi Lovely!!
Surprisingly, this is the first ABBA song I’ve had suggested for the playlist, and OMG I’m dying! YES OM NOM NOM EATING ALL THE JOHNLOCK VIBES TO FUEL ME FOREVER. Gah, I can see why you chose it! Thank you so much for the suggestion!
AU where Eddie works at Family Video with Steve and Robin and is always so clumsy whenever Steve is around because he has a massive crush on him and he just wants to die of embarrassment every time because Steve must think him an idiot.
Eddie tripping and falling back into Steve who catches him and Eddie starts apologizing and Steve just laughs and goes “it’s okay, I’m easy to fall for” and brushes it off and Eddie hates how true it is, but then a few days later Steve trips and Eddie catches him and Steve just laughs again with a grin and says “I guess you’re easy to fall for too”
When he was a kid, Steve’s mom made him take piano lessons. He honestly hated it, hated how strict his instructor was, hated that he had to spend hours practicing when he could have been playing with his new friend Tommy. The thing was, Steve was good at it. He had an ear for music and could pick up songs after just hearing them a couple of times, even if they weren’t piano songs. There were also brief moments that his mom would actually pay attention to him, would sit at the piano bench with him and play her favorite songs.
Around middle school his dad told him that only pansies played piano, cutting an end to his lessons and instead enlisting him in every sport he could. Steve liked sports. He was good at that too, and at first his dad paid attention to him too which was amazing, but it only lasted one season. That was fine. Steve loved sports.
Then Steve met Robin, and they laughed at how horrible Tammy sounded singing, because even all this time he still had an ear for music. Then he met Eddie, and even though it wasn’t really his type of music, he could tell how talented Eddie was whenever he heard the older boy play after the world tried to end but they stopped it.
Steve and Eddie grew closer, and sometimes Steve even attended Corroded Coffin practice if he was free, much to Gareth’s original annoyance, and the music kind of grew on him. Sometimes he’d find himself singing the songs to himself in the shower or doing chores, or tapping out chords on the steering wheel when he drove Robin or the kids anywhere.
Steve was at one of these band’s practices when he noticed a keyboard set off to the side. He vaguely recalled Eddie ranting one day about the band arguing if they were going to add a keyboardist to their group or not, but the idea had been scrapped several months ago when they couldn’t agree on the sound.
During an intermission in the practice, while the band was all inside the house getting fresh drinks (Eddie was getting his for him), Steve hesitated before moving to the keyboard. He’d never played a keyboard before, and it had been years since he touched a piano after his father got rid of theirs when he started sports. He didn’t think he’d even remember how.
Despite this, his fingers moved with assurance over the keys, not playing one of the songs he’d learned in his youth but the song Eddie and his band had been playing just before break. His natural affinity for music had him able to translate the chords into piano keys easily, and he sort of lost himself in the music he plucked out for the first time in his life.
It wasn’t until the ending notes were lingering in the air and the sound of applause began behind them that he realized the band had returned, Eddie’s eyes gleaming above a wide smile while Gareth rolled his eyes.
“Fine. Your boyfriend can join the band,” the curly haired youth said, sounding aggrieved, but there was a curl to his lips that said that he was impressed.
Which was how Steve, former King of Hawkins High, found himself as the fifth member of the metal band Corroded Coffin as its keyboardist.
It also took until a week later, after his first official practice as part of the band, for him to realize that neither he nor Eddie protested Gareth’s claim of them being boyfriends.
wc: 3k || rating: T+ || AO3 || cw: referenced homophobia, homophobic language || summary: Eddie comes out to Wayne
Eddie Munson was bi.
Bisexual, meaning liking boys and girls and anything in-between.
What. The. Fuck.
It was all stupid Harrington’s fault. Steve. God, why did it have to be a preppy jock? There were plenty of other guys that could have snapped that realization on him, but no, he had to watch Steve Harrington spit out demobat blood (if it could be called that) after ripping its fucking spine out that made Eddie realize ‘huh, I think I like guys.’
It wasn’t like Steve was the only guy he was attracted to, he was shocked to realize. No, now that he knew that it was a possibility, his obsession with some of the musicians of bands whose music he wasn’t even that fond of started making a lot more sense, as well as how he’d reacted to some of the guys he’d gone to school with, or who had bought from him, and Jesus H. Christ, that guy at The Hideout had been hitting on him, hadn’t he?
So yeah, Eddie was dealing with a little bit of shock at his attraction to his friend, as well as the fact that that attraction was also apparently becoming a legitimate crush. Because that was healthy and safe to do. Especially when last he knew, Steve was still hung up on Nancy. And in a weird codependent relationship with Robin. Seriously, if he had to listen to Dustin complaining about why Steve wouldn’t just date Robin one more time, he was going to pull his hair out.
But so Eddie was bisexual. That was fine. Once he’d had his little crisis—and he’d been given plenty of time to think about it while recovering from being the main course at the all-you-can-eat Eddie Munson buffet—he’d done a little bit of research into the topic. Which was how he’d discovered that he had unintentionally been telling every gay man (if he came across any) that he apparently liked to top and was into inflicting pain with his sexual partners (suddenly the guy at The Hideout made more sense).
And…okay, maybe Eddie left the bandana there. He didn’t know, but the idea of it wasn’t too bad. Maybe. Maybe he should look into getting other bandana colors too, just in case.
It didn’t matter. He was still inexperienced, had only been with chicks before, and even then there had only been three of them. Two of them had only slept with him for the story, and the third one…well, everyone needed a little heartbreak in their life he supposed. Maybe he and Steve could compare notes.
The idea of sleeping with a guy, however, was not…unpleasant. It took him by surprise, sure, but he thought he could be down to trying some things out.
That wasn’t the issue on hand, however. It wasn’t what was eating him up inside, making him nauseous as he gnawed at his cuticles, pacing back and forth in the new double wide trailer the government had bought for them after Forest Hills was repaired. (R.I.P. to his uncle’s mug and hat collection.)
And there it was. The issue. His uncle.
Eddie could keep it a secret, sure. Could stay firmly inside the closet he hadn’t even known he’d been in, sitting safe and secret. But…that went against Eddie stood for. Sure, he knew he couldn’t shout it from the rooftop that he maybe sometimes thought about what it would feel like to have one of his best friends’ dicks in his mouth, but this was his uncle, man. This was Wayne.
Christ, he wished he had Ronnie, his former best friend, here to talk with her about all this. (He had also discovered another identity he hadn’t known about, asexuality, which he thought was right up Ronnie’s alley and wished he could tell her, but that was impossible now. She’d left Hawkins behind for a fresh start and he couldn’t blame her.)
But that meant that he was all alone. He loved the new friends he had, loved his band, but…well, this was something a little more complicated. And he wanted to tell his uncle. But…
Eddie gulped, every crunch of gravel outside the trailer sending an electric current through him as his anxiety spiked. His uncle should be home from work soon. Eddie paced a small circuit, knowing he needed a cigarette but also not wanting to go outside. His uncle had declared the new trailer a smoke-free zone. He doubted it would remain that way after this conversation.
He’d like to think his uncle would be supportive. After all, this was Wayne. His uncle loved him, had been there for him even when his own father hadn’t, and had stood by his side even when the whole town thought he was some psycho satanic serial killer. Hell, Wayne had walked in to Chrissy’s mangled corpse in his trailer and hadn’t once suspected Eddie of being guilty.
But having a queer for a nephew?
His uncle was progressive, but that didn’t mean he’d feel as complacent about his nephew being…what he was. His uncle had taken him in after he’d already grown and never expected him to help with the rent money, though Eddie did anyways with the money he got from dealing. But so Eddie was an adult, had a GED to his name, and didn’t need his uncle’s charity anymore.
Gravel crunched outside, the familiar sound of a truck engine rumbling along, and Eddie knew his uncle was home. Fuck. He hoped he didn’t leave this encounter with a black eye. Or worse. Hell, there were some people in this town that if he told this secret to, he wouldn’t leave the encounter at all. Not alive at least.
He knows his uncle isn’t like they though. He knows. Still, the fear persists. He’d always known he’d be too much for his uncle eventually. Would this be the final straw?
Wayne’s footsteps sounded on the porch.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Eddie had, in case he had to leave quickly, already packed a duffel. He wanted to trust his uncle, and he did, really, but…but there was that sickness going around, and Reagan, and Hawkins was such a conservative town, and Eddie just couldn’t know, not for certain. Not with something like this.
“Heya kid,” Wayne said with a gruffness to his voice that spoke of long hours at the plant, though there was the small relieved smile that curled his lips when he got home and saw Eddie there. Like Eddie’s presence was a reassurance now. Eddie hated that he was about to ruin that all.
Because sure, there was a possibility that Wayne would accept him, or at least not kick him out, but Eddie had seen too much shit to think that things would ever be easy for him. It was the Munson Curse.
“Hey Uncle Wayne,” Eddie said, and maybe it was the title, maybe it was the way his words warbled in his throat, but Wayne immediately stopped from where he was moving to pour the morning’s coffee into a generic mug and turned to face Eddie with a furrowed expression.
“Everything all right, Eds?” he asked quietly, hesitantly, and took a large stride over to where Eddie was hovering by the coffee table. He froze, however, eyes widening, when Eddie flinched. Wayne swallowed, his gaze darting over Eddie as though looking for an injury. “Eddie?”
He could do this. His uncle deserved to know he had a fucking fairy living under his roof. Maybe he wouldn’t care, or maybe he’d be fine with it as long as Eddie never acted on it, or maybe…maybe…
Eddie thickly swallowed against the rising burn of bile in the back of his throat. He wanted his uncle to know because this was a part of who he was and it was important to be honest with himself and with his only family member still alive that genuinely loved him, just…he hoped he didn’t lose that love with his confession. But he wanted Wayne to know. Even if it hurt.
“U-Uncle…” Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around himself, his tone almost pleading. He blinked back the burn behind his eyes next, willing the words to come out of his mouth. As soon as he’d fully realized the truth, fully known what it meant, he knew that he’d tell Wayne. No matter what, he wanted his uncle to know this about him.
Wayne’s face grew slightly panicked at Eddie’s response, the way he held himself, the tone of his voice, and Eddie could tell the older man wanted to reach out for him but was taken aback by Eddie’s earlier flinch. Christ, would Wayne still want to hug him after this? Touch him? Be in the same room as him? Breathe the same air?
Would he tell Eddie that Alan Munson had been right all these years when he’d continually abandoned Eddie because he’d somehow known his own son wasn’t worth sticking around for?
Wayne took another step closer and Eddie panicked.
“I’m bi!” he exclaimed suddenly, wincing as he withdrew into himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he subconsciously braced for some sort of physical attack. “I’m bisexual,” he whispered, his words shaking.
There was silence, stillness.
Eddie drew in a shaky breath and risked opening his eyes to look at Wayne, expecting disgust, revulsion, perhaps even anger. Instead, all he got was…confusion?
“What?” Wayne asked, his expression full of his lack of understanding what Eddie had just said.
Eddie swallowed again. “I…I’m bi? I like…both girls and boys,” he clarified carefully, though there was a touch of confusion in his own words, his brows furrowing as they only seemed to stump Wayne further. Eddie frowned, figuring he was as clear as could be.
“Did…” Wayne began frowning a little himself, still looking confused. “Okay? But you’re lookin’ like you wanted t’ tell me somethin’.”
Eddie blinked.
“I’m bi,” he repeated pointedly, his arms dropping to his side.
Wayne rolled his eyes to look at the ceiling for a moment in mild exasperation before looking at Eddie again. “Son, did someone say somethin’ ‘bout it?” His lips twisted into a small scowl. “Did that Harrington boy say anything?”
“What? Jesus, no!” Eddie exclaimed, because why the hell was his uncle bringing up Steve when he’d just come out to him? His insides still warmed at being called ‘son,’ however. “Wayne I’m…I…” The panic started up again despite everything and he swallowed nervously. “I like boys, Wayne. I’m a queer.”
Wayne just blinked at him, his scowl turning once more into a confused frown. “Why do you keep saying that?”
“Because it’s the truth!” Eddie exploded, not having expected his uncle to think he was making it up or lying. Jesus, and what a thing to lie about.
“Obviously,” Wayne snorted in answer, crossing his arms over his chest as he let his gaze roam over Eddie as if looking for an answer. “But I need to know what this prelude is for.”
Eddie felt lost. He stared at his uncle in confusion, his earlier fear and anxiety slowly draining away as he tried to make sense of what was happening. His uncle sounded…sounded like he already…
“You knew?” he asked, voice soft and fragile.
Wayne’s brows lowered, and Eddie felt a little offended that Wayne was looking at him like he was an idiot. “Eddie…I’ve known since you were twelve years old and told me you thought Big Bill Broonzy was pretty after lookin’ through your mom’s old records with the biggest blush on your face.”
Eddie gaped. He vaguely recalled something like that, but that wasn’t…he hadn’t…Jesus fucking H. Christ.
“And you didn’t tell me?” Eddie huffed in sudden annoyance.
“I thought you knew!” Wayne protested, throwing his hands up and looking like he was losing what this conversation was even about. “Wait, you mean to tell me that you’ve been makin’ moonin’ eyes at the Harrington boy and you didn’t even know you liked him?”
Eddie’s blush now could rival any he made when he was twelve. He stuttered, gaped, and dragged a whole handful of hair to cover his face in his embarrassment. “I know that,” he whined. “God, have I have been that obvious?”
Wayne snorted, rolling his eyes as he moved to finish pouring himself that cup of coffee. “Had me worried he finally said somethin’,” he muttered to himself. He turned to point the plain white mug at Eddie. “If he or any of the others do, you let me know, Edster, you got that?”
Eddie softly groaned, burying his face in his hands next as he stumbled back to drop onto the sofa. No wonder Robin had started giving him those looks. He gulped. And…and Steve. Steve had been smiling at him more often, was…was lightly touching him with lingering fingers, had even used that voice on him that he’d use on the pretty girls that stopped by Family Video…
Steve hadn’t been using that voice on any pretty girls that stopped by Family Video recently.
Gulping, realizing that that was not something he had the ability to think about right now, he focused on the truly important thing. He lifted his head to stare at his uncle with wide, shining eyes, his heart fluttering so madly in his ribcage he’d almost thought he’d trapped a bird in there. He licked his lips, eyeing his uncle with wary hope.
“You…you don’t mind?” he asked, needing to clarify, needing to know. “You don’t mind I like boys too?”
Wayne snorted, reaching for another mug and pouring it half full, leaving enough space for him to pour a godawful amount of sugar and a splash of milk in it, just like his nephew liked it, before taking it over to Eddie. He sat down on the sofa next to him, hanging it over. Eddie was grateful for it, even if it was room temperature now.
“Son, I know you ain’t lived here with me long, and I know your father…well, Al’s always had his faults. But we’re family, kid. I’ve loved you since the moment Elizabeth told me she was pregnant with you. Nothing is ever gonna change that, you hear?” He sniffed, taking a sip of his coffee. “‘Sides, ain’t nothin’ wrong with love. You just got lucky, and your chances for love have doubled now.”
Eddie glanced over at his uncle with a shy smile, relief and affection for the older man coursing through him. He cradled his own mug between his hands, drawing in a shaky breath. Wayne knew. Wayne knew and he still loved him. A small, tearful chuckle escaped him and he hastily wiped away one of the tears that fell down his cheek.
“Eddie…” Wayne sighed, sounding regretful as he set his mug on the coffee table and turned to properly face his nephew. “I am deeply sorry if I have ever made you feel like I wouldn’t accept you, like my love for you was conditional.”
Eddie hastily shook his head, setting his own mug down to mirror Wayne’s position, curling one knee halfway on the couch. “You didn’t,” he reassured. “You didn’t, I just…I…” He felt bad now for doubting Wayne. For packing a bag like he was going to get tossed out at any moment. For thinking even just for a second that his uncle would ever hit him.
Wayne studied Eddie’s face before letting out a soft sigh and a small nod. “I understand. It’s not safe out there right now, especially not with everything.” And Wayne didn’t even know everything. He couldn’t, not with all the papers Eddie’d been forced to sign while being patched up after everything. But he knew that he didn’t know, so there was at least that.
“I shouldn’t have doubted you,” Eddie murmured. “I trust you, Wayne. That’s why I wanted you to know. As soon as I was sure, I wanted you to know.” He huffed. “Meanwhile, you knew before even I did.”
Wayne grinned then, reaching out to clap Eddie on the shoulder, making the younger man grin back. “Here I thought it was just some unspoken understanding between us. Guess I know why you always seemed confused when I bought more mugs with rainbows on them.”
“Oh my god,” Eddie moaned, slapping a hand to his face. “I am such an idiot.”
Throwing his head back with a laugh, Wayne relaxed against the sofa, making Eddie chuckle and do the same. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, boy. Just know that you’re safe here, and so is whoever you bring around.” He huffed. “Even if it is the Harrington boy.”
Eddie quickly shook his head again, his hair fanning around him at the force of it, a nervous laugh escaping him. “Oh no, Wayne. Absolutely not. Steve is as straight as they come.” He smiled a little ruefully at that, and though Steve had been smiling at him like that, it was just because they were friends. Expecting anything else would just lead to more heartbreak.
Wayne gave him a disbelieving quirk of his brows. “Whatever you say, kid.”
Eddie rolled his eyes in response. “You thought he had said something homophobic earlier.”
Reaching for his mug, Wayne gave a one shouldered shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone projected anger at themselves outwards.” He eyed Eddie. “They good to you though? Your friends. You feel…safe with them?”
Eddie thought about that. He trusted them, with his life actually, and not just in the figurative way. They’d proven that they’d save him, time and again. He even had his very own brand new walkie-talkie and call sign to show for it. He was part of something bigger now, something real, which was just what he had always wanted. Even if it was all over, their little group was a forever sort of thing.
Smiling, Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He glanced over at Wayne with a soft look. “But no matter what, I know have you to back me up so…yeah, I feel safe because I know at the end of the day, I won’t be alone.” He had needed to tell Wayne first, but maybe…maybe he could tell the others too. Eventually.
Wayne gave a short nod. He seemed content with that answer. “Just remember to use protection when you bring your boy over.”
“Wayne!” Eddie screeched scandalized, but his uncle only laughed.
Of course, it still took several months to get there, but when Wayne came home early one day to find Eddie and Steve shirtless and making out on the sofa, all Eddie could do was give his uncle a sheepish smile.
When the next day Wayne came home and chucked a new pack of condoms at his head, Eddie just gave another scandalized screech while Steve, once again next to him, flushed a bright cherry tomato red.
They’d use them, of course, but it was the principle of the matter.
When Eddie found a sobbing Chrissy in the restrooms after school, where he had been about to tag some stupid shit about one of the football players who had left him with a bruised face a previous week, he hadn’t expected it to lead to them becoming friends, her breaking up with her shithead boyfriend, or him joining the cheer squad.
Yet here he is, wearing the stupid school colors and his long hair tied up in a ponytail to match Chrissy’s, even down to the identical green scrunchie. Chrissy was lucky he loved her. Platonically, of course. They’d kissed after everything, figuring that’s that the thing between them was, but it ended up being like kissing a sibling (or so Eddie guessed, not ever having had one before), but quickly discovered that whatever middle school crush might have existed was well and truly gone.
Everything else was just right, however, and if such a thing as platonic soulmates existed, then Chrissy was well and truly his. She had to be, to get him to agree to this stupid shit.
He wasn’t an official member of the cheer squad at first, nothing more than a glorified backup, but he helped her in all the practices and learned all the moves and somehow, without realizing when, he started performing at games and pep rallies. Which didn’t help the queer rumors from spreading, even when Chrissy acted like his beard at first. Because the rumors would have been galling if they hadn’t been true.
Don’t get him wrong; he liked chicks too. But there was something to be said about seeing a pretty boy on his knees.
He played it up, taunting the other team and his own with blown kisses and suggestive hand motions with his tongue in his cheek, but he had cheerleader privilege, and Chrissy’s best friend privileges, so he actually managed to avoid anything more than pointed words and threats, which he then always turned into a kink thing to make the jocks uncomfortable.
“Oh, you’re right, Princess, I look amazing on my knees,” he cooed with a wink when King Steve himself deigned to be one of the insulting masses. Of course, all Harrington had said was that he should stop messing around and get back under the pyramid during cheer practice instead of poking fun at the basketball players on the other side of the gym.
Harrington always flushed whenever Eddie got too weird, too freaky, too queer, and it was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. Chrissy teased him about it when he’d go out of his way to harass Harrington, telling him to stop pulling the king’s pigtails, which he vehemently denied doing.
No way. Nuh uh. Not King Steve. Gag him with a spoon, or whatever they said in the movies Chrissy always made him watch.
Soon Harrington started snapping back, however, but with an amused smile on his face. More than that, he’d snapped at Hagan to leave Gareth alone when he’d come to playfully jeer at Eddie until they could head to Hellfire together. (Chrissy had actually taken DnD up too eventually, much to everyone’s surprise, though it was less surprising than her Level 7 Chaotic Neutral homebrew half-Orc male Barbarian whose tragic backstory was only known to Eddie so far, seeing as he had helped her craft Uragoth the Undaunted.)
To say that Eddie was surprised when Harrington of all people protected a freak was an understatement. And then it kept happening. Harrington always stepped in if he saw any freak or nerd being bullied, he even used logic, pointing out that Eddie was both freak and cheerleader, so going after the freaks was going after him and the cheer squad, and did any jock really want to piss off the cheerleaders?
A jock using logic? Unheard of!
Eddie was a little flattered though to think that his freaks had best friend privileges as well because of him, that he could be the shield offering them protection simply by straddling the line between the two sects at school.
Harrington never stopped snarking with Eddie, however, always calling him a freak but always with that smile that almost spoke of something…fond.
And then it was the day of the big game, the championship, and Chrissy was giggling as she tried to pretend like she was having second thoughts, even as her hands never faltered getting him ready. They, and the rest of the squad who had slowly warmed up to Eddie, had scoured the rule book to make certain he could do it, smirking amongst themselves at the surprise they had in stock.
Eddie waited at the end of the line, waited for their introduction, and then he was running in with the rest of the cheer squad, his pale and hairy legs flashing beneath the short green skirt. Gareth and the rest of the freaks screamed, sending out wolf whistles and making enough noise to draw the attention of anyone who might not have noticed yet.
Eddie only had eyes for one person though.
Harrington’s gaze was fixed solely on him as he jogged out wearing the female cheerleading uniform, a bright pink high on cheekbones and his mouth agape, and Eddie thought he had even seen the guy swallow as his eyes took in Eddie in a skirt.
The game went exactly as the cheer squad had hoped, their secret routine putting Eddie front and center, and he took great enjoyment in rolling his hips suggestively and blowing his kisses and winks as he taunted the opposing team, resulting in more than one fumble when he distracted them. The fact that Harrington seemed equally distracted seemed something else entirely.
As well as the fact that Harrington roughly fouled the player from the other team that Eddie had pointedly flirted with during their halftime routine.
Hawkins Tigers won in the end, easily, with Harrington scoring the final winning points like the king he was, pointing at Eddie right before he took the shot with a wink. Eddie rolled his eyes, almost hoping Harrington would miss in retaliation for the tease. Instead, Harrington ended the game as the buzzer sounded with his last three-pointer and the crowd went wild.
Typical.
Less typical, however, was how Harrington strode through the crowd right after, bypassing the celebrating teammates and cheerleaders and fans that had streamed onto the court, to head straight for Eddie. Eddie was given just the barest moment to wonder if he was about to be hate crimed when Harrington’s hand landed on his back, the other cupping the back of his head, and he was spun into a dip as Harrington leaned in for a kiss.
Except Harrington didn’t immediately kiss him, he hovered above his lips, his eyes looking into Eddie’s asking for permission, and really…what more could Eddie do except wrap his arms around Harrington’s neck and close the distance?
If later that night Eddie was still wearing that skirt as he and Harrington came to an understanding, well, no one needed to know.
And if the next night it was Steve wearing the cheerleading skirt…that was between him and his king.
wc: 4.7k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an offer he can’t refuse || chapter summary: Smut ensues, as does a terrifying realization. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3
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Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Previously…
“You feel so good, omega,” Eddie whispered with a pant against Steve’s skin, feeling how his own tip was beginning to bead with desire for the boy beneath him. “Gonna knot you up so good. Gonna ruin you for anyone else again ever.”
“Prove it,” Steve growled. “Stop being such a pussy and put your fingers inside me already.”
Who was Eddie to argue with that?
With a sharp bite to Steve’s shoulder just above his clavicle, Eddie let his finger finally sink into the wet heat of Steve’s pussy, causing Steve to let out a deep groan of both pain and pleasure. He pumped his finger in and out just enough to feel the muscles adjust, pleased at how quickly Steve accepted even just this part of him, and then he was adding the second finger soon after.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve whined again, hitching his hips up higher to rock against the thrusting fingers. The wet sound of him was evident even over the rain outside, little gasping breaths leaving him as he dropped his head back exposing his throat. “Feels so good, alpha.”
“You touch yourself like this, baby?” Eddie murmured, pressing a kiss to the bright red mark his bite had left behind, moving back to trail soft kisses to Steve’s exposed neck. “You touch yourself and imagine it’s alpha cock instead?”
“Gonna be thinking about yours next time I do,” Steve groaned, which turned into a high keen when Eddie curved his fingers to find that spongy spot inside that caused Steve to tense beneath him.
Smirking, Eddie pulled back to look down at Steve’s face, pressing into that spot over and over again as obvious pleasure jolted through Steve. A quick look down showed even Steve’s cocklet was shiny with arousal, and Eddie was eager to taste it all. He could feel Steve’s muscles coiling, knowing how quickly the first time can go with someone else in charge of your pleasure.
Eddie pulled back, eager for Steve to climax as if it were his own pleasure he was chasing, but wanting to do it right. He ignored Steve’s whine of loss as Eddie pulled his fingers free, knowing he’d have his fingers back in that slick heat soon, and soon after that he’ll have even more.
First, however, he gripped Steve’s hips and scooted back to pull Steve lower on the bed until he was flat on his back, grinning at the small surprised ‘oomph’ Steve let out from the action.
“I’m going to suck your cock now as I spread your pussy with my fingers,” he said conversationally, giving Steve just barely enough time to protest or call out ‘red’ if need be (not that Steve could do more than simply gape at Eddie as his brain obviously tried to process that information) before he was diving in, sliding three fingers deep in Steve’s pussy as he wrapped his lips around Steve’s cocklet and took him whole into his mouth.
Steve cried out at the dual sensations, hips stuttering as though they didn’t know if they wanted to press up into the warmth of Eddie’s mouth or down onto his fingers spreading him open.
Eddie, meanwhile, was quite happy to slurp up the slick that had spread over Steve’s cocklet and was even coating Steve’s thighs until they were just as shiny, letting Eddie know easily that Steve definitely didn’t have a problem with getting appropriately wet. Encased against Steve’s core by his own draping hair, Eddie eagerly breathed in the omega’s enticing sweet musk.
Though Steve’s inner walls were tight around him, he was slick enough to let Eddie’s quickly thrusting fingers meet no resistance, his body adjusting to the new width easily and promisingly. He could feel the quivering of Steve’s thighs again, could hear the needy whines the boy was making as he took Eddie’s fingers as deep as Eddie could bury them, making Eddie wonder at how easily Steve might be able to take his whole fist.
The thought of Steve’s wet pussy lips encasing him up to his forearm had his dick jerk warningly, so he pushed that thought aside for later contemplation, instead focusing on the just as alluring present. He suckled at Steve’s cocklet, groaning around him at the pleasant weight on his tongue, before reluctantly pulling back. He wanted to see Steve’s face for this.
Letting Steve drag slowly over his lips, swirling his tongue around the tip one last time, he released him with a small pop as he readjusted his fingers inside Steve to find that spot again. Once he was certain he found it, he glanced back up at Steve’s expression with a grin, watching the way Steve flushed all the way down his chest, writhing beneath him.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good riding my fingers like this. Can’t wait to see how you look riding my knot,” he breathed, causing another sharp whine to rip itself from Steve’s panting lips.
“A-alpha,” he moaned, limbs shaking with the intensity of his building orgasm as Eddie’s fingers assaulted the sensitive spot inside him over and over again. Eddie couldn’t tell if Steve’s hair was still wet from the rain or if it was from sweat, but Eddie’s own hair was sending droplets of sweat down the back of his neck, so he figured it was probably both. Eddie wanted to lick it all up. “G-gonna—”
Though Eddie had a feeling he knew how Steve was going to finish that sentence, he had no chance to as, with another firm massage against his g-spot, Steve was suddenly shouting in surprise and arching off the bed with an accompanying rush of slickness that soaked Eddie’s entire hand down to his wrist. The scent was unlike anything Eddie had ever smelled before, making saliva pool in his mouth with anticipation.
Even still, Eddie milked Steve through his orgasm, working the sensitive spot until Steve was whimpering at the overstimulation, utterly spent. Only then did Eddie pause, slowly pulling his hand free with a wet squelching sound that was music to his ears.
Steve’s face and expression during this had been everything Eddie had hoped for. Eyes squeezed tightly shut as the orgasm hit, head thrown back against the pillow and bedding, mouth open after his shout with his face, neck, and chest flushed a deep red. One hand was curling into the sheets in a white-knuckled grip that had Eddie worrying about the continued wellbeing of the old material, while the other was curled into Steve’s own hair and threatening more than a few lost strands there as well.
With his dry hand, Eddie moved to lightly grasp those fingers first, easing them open to release the hair that had already been through a lot tonight. And would be through so much more after he was done with the omega, that was for certain.
He squeezed the hand once it released the precious strands, causing Steve to flutter his eyes open and stare at Eddie with glazed, unfocused eyes. Eddie patiently waited for him to return to himself, grinning down at Steve with a smug expression. He needed Steve’s focus for the next part.
Steve, focusing on the leering face above him finally, let out a small chuff, carefully stretching his legs back down on the mattress. His nose wrinkled a little as he shifted on the damp spot beneath him, his eyes moving to track Eddie’s hand still shiny with his slick as the older boy finally brought it up to his mouth, licking a long stripe from wrist to fingertip.
Eddie could only smirk at the wide eyed stare he received for that move.
“You really are as sweet as you smell, precious,” he purred, taking himself in hand next to spread the slick over his own cock, squeezing himself once more to keep himself under control. The mere aperitif of Steve’s taste had him more than eager for the real thing waiting for him, however, direct from the source.
A small whine left Steve at Eddie’s words, the sweet smell Eddie was quickly growing addicted to rising, and all Eddie wanted to do was bury himself in the scent and drink his fill. So he did.
Eddie took only a moment to wipe off some of the slick on the sheets, and then he was scooting back on the bed and lowering himself down flat until he could mouth at Steve’s hip bones, nipping him sharply before softly kissing the reddened mark. He glanced up at Steve, catching his pink faced look of incredulity, and then he lifted one of Steve’s legs to throw over his own shoulder and moved in.
The first swipe of his tongue over Steve’s folds was unlike any pussy he’d ever tasted before. Not that he had a lot of experience, of course, but he had enough. Enough to know what he was doing at least. Enough to help a little virgin through the first time he had his pussy eaten.
“Oh, fu—” Steve gasped out in exclamation, one hand staying fisted in the bed sheets while the other moved to curl in Eddie’s hair this time. Steve didn’t pull or twist or push or tug, however, instead he just held on as Eddie’s tongue slid through his folds, curling to flick along his already swollen cocklet.
Entirely without his permission, a deep rumble of pleasure began in Eddie’s chest, the taste of Steve even better than he had ever expected it to be. He thought about teasing Steve some more, about telling him how sweet he was, about how his virgin cunt tasted, but a hunger was burning in Eddie. He wanted more, he wanted all, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had his tongue soaked in Steve’s delicious slick.
Even still, Eddie let himself enjoy the moment. He swiped his tongue flat over Steve’s drenched pussy, every bit of slick he cleaned up being replaced by yet more. He could feel it coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin, mingling with his own saliva as he ate the bountiful feast before him.
“Ed-ddie-ee,” Steve continued to whine out, his heel digging into Eddie’s back where it was slung over his shoulder, hips thrusting up to meet his tongue. Great panting breaths were forced from his plush pink lips, Eddie’s name a repeating gasp for air, a reminder of who was making him feel this way.
It was the prettiest fucking sound Eddie had ever heard.
Unable to control himself, Eddie turned his face briefly to sharply bite at Steve’s inner thigh as he shoved all four of his fingers into Steve’s dripping hole. A sharp moan, nearly a cry, left Steve as he squeezed around the intrusion with an expression of pure bliss and…
Yeah. Eddie was going to fist this boy one of these days. He could feel that to the very core of his being.
For now, however, he had other things in mind.
“Look at you, darling,” he whispered, nuzzling into the red indent of his teeth. “So fucking pretty. I’m going to fucking ruin you so no alpha can ever make you feel as good as I can. I’m going to make you insatiable for me and me alone.”
Despite bordering on inappropriate, seeing as how they both knew this was only meant to be a one time thing and it wasn’t real between them, Steve could only frantically nod. “Please,” he moaned so prettily. ”Please, Eddie. P-please, alpha. Make me yours.”
The growl that had been building itself up in Eddie finally let loose. He all but ripped his fingers from Steve, though he didn’t give the poor omega even a second to mourn their loss before he was diving back in, his tongue finally replacing them once more.
“Alpha!” Steve all but shrieked, both hands now curling in Eddie’s hair and this time he did pull Eddie closer, thighs trembling as they’re squeezed against Eddie’s ears, keeping him boxed in against his heat. Eddie was more than happy to oblige.
Steve arched off the bed as Eddie expertly tongue fucked him, crying out with each thrust and curl of the appendage inside his core. Eddie’s fingers dug into the thigh hooked over his shoulder as he pressed so close he was suffocating in Steve’s moist scent, his other hand having to squeeze his own balls trapped against the bed so he didn’t pop a knot just from eating Steve Harrington out.
He ate with a ferociousness, licking and sucking and biting and thrusting, until Steve was nothing but a babbling, sobbing mess. He could feel and taste the gushing of Steve’s eager cunt, how tightly he began squeezing around Eddie’s head and tongue, how he was trembling beneath him so tightly coiled, so close, close, close—
Steve came with a scream, his cocklet squirting over his own chest.
Eddie nearly laughed with glee as his face was soaked with Steve’s release, swallowing the rush down with greedy swipes of his tongue. He kept licking and sucking at Steve’s swollen walls and lips until Steve’s fingers tugged a little too forcibly at his hair, overly sensitive and aching. Eddie did laugh then, chuckling as he lifted from his prize and immediately sought out Steve’s other lips.
Steve moaned into the sloppy kiss, bent nearly in half with his leg still over Eddie’s shoulder, panting against Eddie’s mouth and shuddering at the taste of himself. Teeth clacked together as Eddie couldn’t quite stop smiling, smearing Steve’s own juices over the other boy’s face.
“Damn, baby, I almost burst just from tasting you,” he lightly huffed, trailing his lips to Steve’s ear and swiping his tongue along the shell of it, causing another sharp whine to leave the omega. He smirked, slowly letting Steve’s leg slide from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow. “But we’re not finished yet, sweetheart.”
Without giving Steve a moment to react, Eddie pulled back, tossing Steve’s leg over to his other side to give him the space necessary to grab the other boy by the hips and—thanking the muscles that came from hauling around heavyass amps and drums every week—flipped Steve over until he was on his front.
A startled squawk left the omega, causing Eddie’s smirk to become a small grin, especially when he then pulled Steve up to his knees and pressed the length of his cock against the boy’s pussy, pulling out another moan from Steve beneath him.
Eddie paused though, swiping his fingers lightly over Steve’s hips, giving the other boy a moment to catch his breath. Steve shakily held himself up on his forearms, his body twitching like he didn’t know if he wanted to move forward or back against Eddie’s body. His entire body was slick with sweat, and god if Eddie didn’t want to see just what else he could wring from the boy.
“What’s your color, baby?” he quietly asked, his voice gruff with desire. It took every drop of strength within himself not to rock against Steve’s hips. “It’s not too late to stop now.”
But Steve shook his head roughly at that. “No,” he gasped and groaned, and though when he looked over his shoulder there was a pinch of anxiety around his eyes, his voice didn’t waver. “It’s green, Eddie. My color…it’s green.” Steve drew in a shuddering breath. “Knot me, alpha. Please.”
Christ on a cracker. Eddie let out a heavy groan at that, and then he couldn’t stop himself from thrust his hips against Steve’s, the tip of his cock sliding through the soft folds of Steve’s swollen pussy.
Whatever smirk had started spreading on Steve’s lips at Eddie’s groan was knocked from him by the action, a moan of his own escaping him. Eddie pulled back, taking himself in hand to line himself up, before pausing again.
“Are you certain you want me to come in you? No condoms, or…anything?” If he was meant to knot Steve, it wasn’t like he could pull out, but he didn’t want to cause Steve any worry. Since Steve wasn’t in heat then it wasn’t likely for anything to catch, and he’d give Steve a morning after pill too just in case, but he wanted to make absolutely certain that Steve was serious about going raw.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve groaned, sounding exasperated and annoyed. “If you don’t stick your dick in me right no—OWH GOD!”
Well, it had sounded like permission enough.
Eddie thrust forward as soon as he was certain that Steve was certain, bright green and certain, and then he was sliding home into Steve’s tight, wet heat like it was where he had always belonged.
After two orgasms and being properly loosened and relaxed, there was little to no resistance, Steve’s body squeezing around him to suck him in deeper. A sound like the air being punched from his lungs left Steve as his head dropped to the pillows before him, thighs trembling.
It was…fuck. It was unlike any pussy or ass or mouth or anything else that Eddie had stuck his dick in before, Steve’s body an inferno and—before tonight—untouched. A soft keen left Steve’s lips as Eddie slowly slid in, deeper and deeper, until their bodies were flush against each other.
“Fuck, baby boy, it’s like you were made for me,” Eddie panted, and he could feel the sweat spilling down his back, over his chest, down his thighs at the sweet pleasure and effort it took not to move. “Your virgin pussy feels so perfect, omega, made just for my thick cock.”
He knew he was supposed to ruin Steve tonight, was supposed to fuck him hard and deep so that there was no denying what had occurred tonight, to save him from an unwanted bonding, but…
He needed to make certain that Steve was okay. Despite Steve’s earlier assumptions that Eddie would just take and take and take, he wasn’t that sort of alpha. No, instead he wanted to give and give and give. And maybe take just a little bit as well.
As he felt Steve flutter around him, clenching and releasing as his omega body naturally accumulating to an alpha cock inside him, Eddie slowly rocked in circles, taking pleasure in the hitched breathing of the boy as he adjusted. Of course, it wasn’t just for Steve either. Eddie feared that if he moved too quickly, he’d pop his knot and bust a load immediately, more turned on than he had ever recalled being before.
Eventually, however, a small whine came from Steve, and then the boy was pressing back against him. “Eddie,” he moaned. “Need you, alpha…”
“I’ve got you, omega,” Eddie answered immediately, wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist as he laid himself over the boy’s sweat-sticky back. He nuzzled into the back of his hair with a rumble in his chest. “M’gonna knot you so good, omega. Gonna make you scream for me. Gonna fill you with my seed so everyone knows you’re mine.”
Oops.
That last part was probably a bit too much, because Steve wasn’t his, but before he could backpedal and try to explain that he was just in a role right now, Steve was moaning and pressing even further back against him with a needy whine.
“Fuck, yes, alpha. Show them I’m yours,” he panted. “Mark me up. Ruin me, alpha, please.”
How was Eddie supposed to do anything but answer that request?
Steve was already marked with blossoming bruises, but Eddie couldn’t help but leave more, sucking biting kisses along Steve’s neck, shoulders, and back, though he avoided the mating gland he knew that Steve had been worried about. That Steve had trusted him with. That fact shouldn’t make him feel the way it did, yet it did.
That strange urge to protect Steve began rearing its head again, causing Eddie to squash it down and focus on what was real between them: nothing but hot, no-emotions sex for a specific purpose.
(If that purpose was to protect Steve from an alpha who would hurt him, well, that was neither here nor there at the moment.)
Eddie finally pulled back again, sliding slowly out of Steve until just his tip remained inside. He relished in the needy whine Steve let out, though he didn’t let the boy finish it before he was slamming back inside the omega with a bruising grip on his hips.
A choked off cry left Steve at the force, followed by a shuddering gasp as Eddie repeated the process, working his hips as he thrust into Steve over and over again. All of it Steve took willingly, spreading his thighs more as pushed back against the alpha drilling into him, back arched like a bitch in heat.
Eddie did not let up, tilting his hips as he brought Steve backwards to meet him, angling for that spot inside of Steve and knowing he found it again when Steve let out a sharp cry, even his forearms giving out on him until Steve fell face first into the bed.
“You feel so good, omega,” Eddie panted between thrusts, the cheap bed frame beneath them creaking and groaning as the force of his thrusting made it hit the wall repeatedly. Slick dripped from Steve with every thrust, pulled out of him by Eddie’s dick, the wet sound of their bodies moving together louder than even the raging storm outside.
Steve made an attempt to speak, but it came out as little more than an incomprehensible and drooling moan as Eddie nailed Steve’s g-spot over and over again. Were Eddie not holding Steve’s hips up to fuck into, he was certain Steve would have collapsed fully to the bed.
“So fucking tight,” Eddie moaned. “So wet for me, omega. Such a good boy.” That caused another high pitched keen to leave Steve, causing Eddie to grin. “You like being my good boy? Like taking my cock? Bet you’d look so pretty choking on it.”
Shit, he was close. There was no denying that with how well Steve was taking his dick, wet and hot and so inviting, keening moans leaving Steve amidst cries of pleasure. Literal cries of pleasure, tears leaking from Steve’s lids as Eddie fucked him closer and closer to his own climax, his fingers weakly scrambling in the bedding for purchase.
“Look at you taking my cock so well. Like a fucking pro,” Eddie groaned, sliding one hand from Steve’s hip to glide over Steve’s sweaty back and curl his fingers into Steve’s messy hair. He clenched his fingers in the strands, pulling slightly, causing Steve to let out a whining shout and shudder around Eddie.
Eddie’s knot, which had already begun filling, nearly fully popped right then and there at the sound. Christ, he needed to come now.
“Good boy, such a good boy,” Eddie breathed, feeling his growing knot pressing against Steve with every thrust. One hand still in Steve’s hair, he slid his other under Steve’s chest, sitting back on his heels and pulling Steve with him until the omega was all but riding him…had he the presence of mind to do so.
A sharp cry left Steve at the new angle, thighs and entire body trembling as the force of gravity made him take Eddie deeper, and finally Eddie’s knot fully popped inside the omega’s quivering body. The wet heat felt like coming home.
Holding Steve to him, pulling his head back against Eddie’s shoulder to expose his gorgeous neck already dotted with his bruising marks, Eddie thrust up as much as he was able only a handful of times more before his release broke.
As his spend flooded inside of Steve, Eddie’s teeth found purchase in Steve’s neck once more, clamping to the small protrusion of Steve’s mating gland to suck a deep, dark bruise over the area every instinct in him was telling him to pierce and bleed and claim.
He didn’t though, of course, because he wasn’t some knothead and Steve trusted him, but he would make it known that Steve was not untouched in the greatest way imaginable.
And if his inner alpha was whispering that it was a promise, well…no one needed to know that.
Steve’s hoarse voice cried out as he arched against the bite, the knot, everything Eddie was doing to him and giving him, reaching back to grab old of Eddie’s hair as his cocklet squirted again across the bedding as he clamped down hard on Eddie with a flood of his own release.
Eddie’s arm across his chest kept him close, his hips jerking in small thrusts as they rode their shared orgasm together. Without even truly knowing what he was saying, Eddie whispered quiet though filthy praises in Steve’s ear.
It was only when Steve turned truly boneless against him, wrung dry and yet filled with Eddie, that Eddie carefully maneuvered them back against the bed, their heads at the foot of the bed as he rolled them to their sides. A small whine left Steve at the pull of their bodies, held together by Eddie’s knot, but he made no other protest.
Steve’s gasping breaths matched his own, chest heaving as he panted for air, and despite knowing this wasn’t real, Eddie couldn’t help but gently nuzzle into Steve’s sweaty hair, placing a soft kiss to the dark bruise on Steve’s mating gland.
The feeling of Steve against him, of his knot inside the other boy, the mingled scent of Steve and sex thick and heavy in the room…fuck, Eddie wanted more of it, he realized with a sudden pit in his stomach.
Steve—Harrington hadn’t been anything like he had expected. Sure, it’s not like they had had a truly meaningful conversation before they’d fallen into bed, but Eddie had seen and heard enough. The person he had thought Harrington to be simply didn’t seem to exist. Steve wasn’t the pampered, spoiled prince everyone thought him to be.
Well, maybe he had been a little spoiled, but he certainly hadn’t been pampered. Not if he was willing to pay the town’s drug dealer to fuck him and hurt him just to get away from his parents’ machinations. How much of Steve had been Steve? And how much had been the puppet of his parents?
Did Steve even know?
Even he could…acknowledge that the Harrington of this past year—hell, even more so these past few months—was not the Harrington of last year. Ever since that first time Steve came to school busted to hell because of Byers, something about the boy had changed. And now…shit.
Shit hell goddamn fuck.
Steve had shown up at his door, desperate and afraid, but oh so fucking determined. He’d come expecting a night of pain and being roughly used with no thought to his own pleasure or wellbeing, only being broken and used up so that no purity obsessed alpha would want him, all just to get out of an unwanted mating.
Because, in his parents’ eyes, he was nothing more than a piece of meat to be put up for auction.
There was something more to Steve Harrington than he had ever expected, more to the strange omega who was unlike any omega he had ever met before. An omega who was willing to do anything to protect himself, even if it meant getting hurt in the process.
Steve was purring.
Eddie froze for a moment, realizing he was still nuzzling Steve, still lightly kissing over his neck, still gently running soothing circles over Steve’s belly, and that Steve had begun purring as he melted into Eddie’s embrace as they both waited for Eddie’s knot to go down.
Shit.
Eddie didn’t know Steve, not really. Knew him only by reputation, but that was obviously false, or at least exaggerated. Steve was practically a stranger to him. And yet…
And yet Eddie wanted nothing more than to protect the omega in his arms who trusted him to keep him safe, at least to a certain degree.
Stupid fucking biology.
Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew that, even if he was interested in getting to know Steve more, there was no way that Steve would want anything more to do with Eddie after tonight. He had gotten what he wanted and Eddie…well, Eddie wasn’t stupid.
Sure, maybe his rants about forced conformity and biological slavery were enough to convince Steve he’d probably be safe enough with him, but Eddie knew the truth. What greater disappointment was there than having a Munson be the one to steal the precious golden boy’s virginity?
The super senior, drug dealing, trailer trash, poor excuse of an alpha Munson who had no hope for a future that didn’t include the bars of a cell or six feet underground.
Why would Steve ever want anything more to do with him after tonight?
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Author commentary:
So, besides a little minor ficlet here, this is the first time I’ve published some genuine smut publicly. This is also the first time I’ve ever written intersex omega smut, which for some reason vaginal sex was just harder for me to actually write. It was fun though. Might have to do it again.
I was originally going to write the part where Eddie finally penetrates Steve as a quick and sudden thing, but it ultimately felt more genuine for Eddie to pause and get Steve’s continued verbal consent again, just to check in on him. Consent is highly important to me.
You also see Eddie starting to realize fully that the douchebag he thought Steve was actually isn’t his true self, that Steve is actually so much more, as well as someone that needs protecting. Something Eddie is finding himself drawn to more and more, despite knowing (or so he thinks) that nothing could ever come of it.
Despite himself, Eddie has already fallen far more than he would ever like to admit to himself. His inner alpha has already claimed Steve as his own, much as he might try to deny it. He fights hard against biology, not wanting to succumb to baser instincts.
The line “And if his inner alpha was whispering that it was a promise, well…no one needed to know that” is probably one of my favorite lines of the entire fic. That scene where he left a mating mark without actually biting Steve was just a favorite in general too.
And Steve’s purring.
Steve has never had reason to purr like that before, so he simply hasn’t. Even when he was with Nancy, he had only seen to her needs while ignoring his own, and she wasn’t really the cuddling type. But Eddie has taken care of him, was praising him, making him feel good, and holding him close in a way that his inner omega is latching on to, even if he is similar to Eddie and believing nothing further will come of it.
As for pregnancy, in my omegaverse headcanon, omegas can get pregnant outside of heats, but it’s harder and less likely. It’s especially harder for male omegas. Even though Steve is wanting to be ruined, it’s only about his virginity, not making him an unmated teen parent. That’s a step a little too far haha.
Once again, morning after pills can be used but like real world Plan B’s, they’re not very pleasant and can either make an omega skip their heat, or make it come earlier and a little more…extreme. Suppressants and birth control don’t really work then either. Suppressants not at all and birth control very minimally. It’s basically like a super heat. And without an alpha, it’s very painful.
I also am incapable of writing Steve without a praise kink. Boy deserves to be praised and Eddie is more than happy to step up to the plate for that.
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wc: 1123 || Ao3 || chapter cw: f-slur || rating: T || story summary: Steve gets caught making out with a boy by none other than Eddie “The Freak” Munson — Eddie’s silence comes with a price.
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“You’re a queer?”
Steve froze, tensing at the sudden voice that interrupted him and…Pete? Maybe? Or was it Paul? Shit, was it Philip? Whatever it was, P-something likewise froze against him where he’d been pressing Steve against a tree in the woods behind the gym, one thigh between Steve’s legs and his mouth at Steve’s neck, his hands on Steve’s hips.
And then P-something fucking booked it out of there, and, yeah, okay, rude. But then it WAS just a hookup, just mutual attraction and lust but nothing real behind it; that was how Steve liked it anyways. After Nancy broke his heart for a second time, after he realized that they just weren’t right for each other, he’d sworn off on romance.
Well. Technically he had sworn off girls, but then that made him realize that there were boys and that he didn’t mind checking them out too, and hey, did it really matter the gender of someone if they were hot and into you? Before Nancy, Steve could admit he’d been a bit of a slut. If anything, SlutTM was his default setting, so what did it matter if he just went right back to doing that?
Except he’d been complacent. The thrill of sneaking around wasn’t anything new, but he hadn’t really considered how dangerous it could be getting caught with a boy than it was getting caught with a girl. And of course it had to be fucking Munson that found him.
The super senior was already making a name for himself, stalking the halls of Hawkins High like a devil, wicked grin and horned fingers in place when one of the non-freaks stared a little too hard at him. There were rumors of what he had gotten up to after dropping out the previous year, before he came back, but it was hardly the first time the town had gossiped about a Munson.
Still. The guy was the enemy of the jocks, and though Steve had scoffed and given up his crown when it seemed Hargrove was gunning for it, Steve was still a joke, a popular kid, a Them. And Munson now had all the ammunition he needed to ruin Steve’s life.
Swallowing thickly, Steve tried to straighten himself out without revealing how his hands trembled, tried to meet the astonished expression of a bewildered Eddie Munson without flinching. He wanted to snap at Munson, wanted to tell him that no one would believe him, but instead what came out was:
“Please don’t tell anymore.”
Even to his own ears, his voice sounded pathetic. Sure, he could try to deny it, could threaten to beat Munson up (not that he was very good at fighting and probably would end up with his own ass kicked instead, which was par for the fucking course nowadays), could say that no one would believe him, but they both knew that that was a lie. Hargrove was still gunning for Steve even though he could care less about petty high school drama bullshit.
But being outed as a queer in a small town like Hawkins wasn’t just petty high school drama bullshit. He could be disowned if his father found out, kicked out, hell, his father at that point might just seriously honestly kill him. Any prospects he had (not that there really were any) would be gone in a blink of an eye. No one wanted to hire a known fag.
“Please,” Steve begged again. “I’ll do anything.”
The unreadable look on Munson’s face slowly slid into something smug, calculating, terrifying. Munson smirked as he let his eyes trail over Steve’s form, crossing his arms as he seemed to be weighing something in his mind. Steve could only glance at the rings resting on Munson’s bicep now, imagining how shit they would feel busting into his jaw.
“All right,” Munson slowly drawled, startling Steve away from the thought of Munson simply deciding to cut out the middleman and kick his ass himself. With his leather jacket, wild hair, and hateful gleam in his eyes whenever he looked at the jocks, Steve wouldn’t put it past the guy to beat his ass whether he was homophobic or not.
Steve winced. “All right?” he questioned, because surely it wasn’t that easy, not when Munson’s expression looked like the cat who got the canary.
“All right,” Munson repeated with a nod. “Oh, baby boy, this is going to be fun,” he grinned that wicked grin full of too many teeth. “I own you now, Harrington. And you’re going to do exactly what I want, when I want it.”
Steve stiffened, suddenly worried about a different outcome. Munson wouldn’t…try anything, would he? “And what do you want?” he asked warily, running if he could make a run for it if necessary.
Munson laughed, throwing his head back as he did so. When he looked back at Steve, he gave him a dismissive look. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. No one’s going to touch you. Not unless you beg real nice.”
Steve hoped his disgusted look portrayed how much that wasn’t going to happen. He might be a slut, but even he had standards, and Satan worshipping freaks blackmailing him didn’t cut it.
“No, you’re going to be my indentured servant, Harrington. You might have lost your crown, but I’ve still got mine,” the older boy said with another shark grin. Steve grimaced at the reminder of the nickname Tommy had given him, King Freak, unintentionally giving the asshole more power than someone like him should ever wield.
“What do I have to do?” he asked, resigning himself to his fate, at least until he could figure a way out of it.
“Pick me up tomorrow morning,” Munson said with a laugh that was almost a giggle, as though this amused him like a child. “And don’t forget to bring me lunch. Something good. And then you’re going to sit at my table and show the whole school that the once beloved King Steve now follows MY orders.” Munson smirked, before holding out his hand with all the gaudy silver rings. “Now kneel and pledge your loyalty.”
Steve glared at Munson, vowing painful disembowelment, but he knew when he was beat. For now. He would play along, play slave to his new master’s whims, and then he would find something so devastating about Munson that the asshole wouldn’t be able to show his face in Hawkins ever again.
He lightly sneered when Munson wiggled his fingers encouragingly before huffing and moving to his knees on the forest floor. He took Munson’s fingers in his own with a grimace, leaning forward to brush his lips over the hard metal of rings with a quiet, rebellious murmur.
