summary: Eddie spends the night at Steve's for the first time. | AO3
It’s nearly midnight when the movie ends. Eddie’s laying on Steve’s chest under the softest blanket he’s ever had the privilege of touching.
He needs to get up and stretch, do jumping jacks or something to perk up for the drive home.
“I should get going,” he says, even as he burrows further in his boyfriend’s embrace.
“You could do that,” Steve agrees, kissing him on the top of the head. “Or…”
“Or?” Eddie prompts, turning around to face him.
“You could stay the night. I can lend you some jammies,” he offers, poorly concealed hope in his eyes.
Eddie weighs his options. He doesn’t work tomorrow and he’s pretty tired, plus Wayne would be upset if he drove home in this condition…
“Okay, let’s do it,” Eddie grins. “But no short shorts.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s pouting lips.
“Deal,” Steve laughs. He gets to his feet, ignoring Eddie’s grumbling. He rewinds the VHS and puts it in the case before shutting off the TV.
Grabbing Eddie’s hand, Steve drags him up the stairs to his bedroom. He tosses two sets of PJs on the bed, a short sleeve shirt and long pants for Eddie, the reverse for himself. It’s then that Eddie remembers a crucial detail.
“Um Steve,” Eddie mumbles, plucking at the bottom of this sweatshirt.
“Hmm?” Steve turns. Eddie takes in his beautiful face, so open and honest. With a deep breath, Eddie pulls his hood and t-shirt off as one.
Layers of medical tape cover his chest, binding his breasts down as flat as they can go. It’s the first time he’s ever shown these to someone and his heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest.
Steve doesn’t react beyond a furrow of his brows.
“Does that hurt?” Steve whispers, stepping closer. He runs a finger along the top piece of tape.
“A little,” Eddie admits. “But the alternative is worse.”
Moving slowly, Steve grabs one end of the tape and pulls it away from Eddie’s skin. He tries not to, but every inch makes him wince and cringe from the sting.
“Is there a less painful way to do this?” Steve whispers.
“There are a few,” Eddie shrugs. “Sports bras, compression shirts, ace bandages. But they’re either expensive or come with their own set of problems. Eventually, I want to get surgery, but that’s a long way away.”
Eddie’s skin tingles as Steve massages the sticky red marks left from the tape, careful to avoid his breasts. When all the tape is gone, Steve slips the sleep shirt over his head. He giggles when Steve presses kisses all over his face.
Another yawn overtakes Eddie mid-laugh and Steve chuckles.
“Let’s go to bed, we can talk more about this in the morning,” Steve promises. Eddie has no doubt that conversation will consist of Steve trying to convince him to take his money, while Eddie adamantly refuses.
But that is future Eddie’s problem.
Together they climb into bed. Steve maneuvers them until Eddie’s back is pressed to Steve’s front, an arm thrown around his waist.
“Goodnight love,” Steve whispers into Eddie’s hair. Butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach at the term of endearment.
“Goodnight sweetheart,” Eddie smiles, drifting off to sleep.
This is for @steddiesongfics prompt "songs sang and written by women" I picked Girlfriend by Avril Levine | wc: 1233 | cw: Tommy’s really mean but they break up | rating: G
Summary: Eddie's eating dinner with his friends when he overhears a conversation.
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Eddie took a bite of his pasta with a grim smile. The rest of the guys don't seem to notice, but the couple next to them have been fighting since they got here. If it could even be called fighting. The guy with freckles has found fault with everything his companion has done. Every word made Eddie's protective instincts wrinkle until his knuckles were white around his fork.
“Seriously, Steve? I know you're not very bright, but there is no way you think filet Mignon and fries is an okay combination. That’s not even mentioning the white wine.” Freckles sneered.
“I like white wine.” The brunette, Steve apparently, shrugged. Eddie felt a pang of sympathy as he watched the guy curl into himself.
“Then order fish.” Freckles said.
“Can we not do this right now? We're celebrating our anniversary.” Steve whispered harshly.
“You're lucky we even have an anniversary.” Freckles snapped.
Eddie wanted to interfere, but when he moved, Jeff shook his head quickly in warning.
“Eddie it's not your business.” He whispered.
“Yeah but that guy's being so mean.” Eddie replied. Jeff laid an arm along the back of Eddie's chair and squeezed his shoulder.
“I know, but going over there might make it worse not better.” Jeff said imploringly. He was right of course, but it still made Eddie’s conscience twitch.
It was then that the couple’s waiter arrived. “I’ll have the rib-eye with a baked potato.” Freckles began. Steve made a sound like he wanted to speak, but freckles talked right over him. “He'll have the salmon with asparagus.” The waiter jotted down the order as quickly as possible and power walked away.
“Tommy, I'm allergic to salmon.” Steve said angrily. “And I hate asparagus.”
The silverware in Eddie's hand bent when he heard that. He looked at Jeff, a fire in his eyes, begging to be let off the leash.
“Go with God.” The man sighed and removed his hand, shaking his head all the while. Eddie nodded in thanks then jumped to his feet. As he approached the couple, he appraised this Tommy fellow and decided if it came down to it, he could take him in a fight. The two men quieted down as Eddie got closer before falling silent as he stopped right next to them.
“Can we help you?” Tommy sneered as he sized Eddie up. Pointedly ignoring him, Eddie slid into the booth next to Steve, throwing his arm over the back of the shared seat.
“Name’s Eddie and you are?” Eddie asked, he overheard it but he didn't want to freak the guy out.
“Steve.” The other man replied confusedly.
“Stevie, can I call you Stevie? Do you like the way this guy talks to you?” He asked.
“Um…what?” Steve replied, tilting his head adorably.
“Hey, mind your own business dick.” Tommy said; Eddie ignored him.
“Because I gotta say sweetheart, unless this is some weird form of foreplay, your boyfriend here is a grade A douche bag. If you were my boyfriend I would never talk to you like that.” Eddie continued, throwing in a flirty smirk for good measure.
“He doesn't mind the way I talk to him. He's too stupid to understand when someone's condescending to him.” Freckles snorted as he looked at Steve. “Isn't that right, baby. There's nothing upstairs.” The tone Tommy used was obviously supposed to make it seem like a joke, but Steve's face fell at the cutting words. “Besides, I'm the only one who can put up with his neediness.” Tommy went on. Steve turned away from them and Eddie saw red.
“He’s not wrong.” Steve mumbled. “I'm an idiot, barely graduated high school, and I only have a job because I work for my dad. I'm clingy and every time I tried to date someone else they didn't stay. Tommy's the only one that stayed.” He said it so quietly but with so much conviction, like he really believed it.
“That settles it.” Eddie stood from the booth, the two men stared at him with different expressions; Steve resigned while Tommy was triumphant. “You need a new boyfriend, this one is useless. Come on.” He stood to the side, waiting. Steve's eyes darted between the two men, hesitantly. “You won't regret it, sweetheart I promise.”
“How do you know?” Steve whispered. With a soft smile, Eddie took Steve's hand, pulling him from the booth.
“I’ll remember you're allergic to salmon and you hate asparagus. I never understood the point of pairing your drink to your food if you don't want to, steak and potatoes is steak and potatoes regardless of the shape of either. And while you're beautiful even when you cry, you're way to gorgeous to be crying over this dickhead.” Eddie said. “I can tell that you deserve so much more, let me give it to you.”
“Okay.” Slowly, a radiant smile spread across Steve's face as he interlocked their fingers. Bringing them up to his lips, Eddie kissed the back of Steve's hand reverently.
“Yeah?” Eddie replied shyly.
“Yeah.” Steve whispered. The two walked hand in hand to the table with Eddie's friends; a nearby waiter brought them an extra chair.
“Hey!” Tommy shouted across the restaurant. “You cannot just walk away! You’ll be nothing without me!” With a shaky breath, Steve sat at Eddie's table, turning his back on his now-ex. Eddie introduced them to his friends and asked the waiter to bring Steve his filet Mignon and fries.
“Let's start dating tomorrow, Stevie. I already don't like that I had to share you with that ass hat, I don't want to share an anniversary with him.” Eddie said as they watched Tommy get escorted out of the restaurant.
“Deal. It wouldn't be the same day anyway, our anniversary was two weeks ago.” Steve replied with a sigh. “He forgot until this morning.”
“Wow dodged a bullet didn't you.” Jeff chimed in.
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A year and a day later, they returned to the restaurant where they met. Steve ordered white wine with filet Mignon and fries, Eddie ordered pasta with a beer. They traded bites, laughs, and kisses.
When it was time for dessert, they decided to share a piece of cheesecake. As the dish arrived, the chef wrote something in chocolate sauce on the plate. Eddie's eyes widened when he saw the words and he gasped in shock.
“Steve…what the hell?” He whispered. Steve slid from his chair onto one knee and pulled out a velvet box.
“A year and a day ago, I was stuck in a relationship with a guy who made me feel like shit every day and I thought it was the best I would ever get.” Steve began, choking up a little as he spoke. “Then, in one conversation you changed me life so much for the better. You make me feel like I'm worth everything and I'm actually starting to believe it. You're everything to me and I never want to let you go. Will you marry me?” Steve asked. The sounds of the restaurant faded as Steve spoke. With watery eyes and a bright smile, Eddie nodded holding his hand out so Steve could slip the ring on his finger.
“Of course I will, Stevie.” Eddie said, pulling his fiance into a sweet kiss. “Interrupting your date was the best thing I've ever done.”
“I couldn't agree more.” Steve sighed against his lips.
This is for @steddiemicrofic June prompt "Pride" | rating: G | wc: 481 | cw: referenced bullying
summary: Amelia gets sent to the Principal's office.
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Eddie's been in the principal’s office for fighting his entire school career. The only reason he had to repeat senior year so many times was due to his amount of suspensions.
So, sitting across from an oak desk was par for the course really.
What wasn't however, was Steve sitting next to him and Amelia pouting outside the door.
“She did what?” Steve asked.
“Amelia broke Justin’s nose,” the principal repeated. “This type of behavior is not tolerated—”
“Why?” Eddie interrupted.
“What?”
“Why'd she break that kid’s nose?”
“Why doesn't matter, violence is not acceptable,” he replied with pursed lips.
“She’s normally not a fighter, right? So that kid must have done something,” Steve said. “Did you even ask her?”
The principal’s silence said all they needed to hear.
“Amelia, can you come in here please?” Eddie called.
Amelia quietly stepped into the office, eyes cast down, and bottom lip quivering.
“Amelia, why did you hit your classmate?” Steve asked softly. The girl shrugged once.
“Amelia,” Eddie didn't need to say anything else for the truth to explode out.
“He kept shoving worms in Terry’s face!! Terry asked him to stop but he didn't. So I made him stop!” She stomps her little foot to emphasize her point.
“Did you tell the recess attendant?” Steve, ever the guidance counselor, asked.
“Yeah, the first ten times it happened. But they never do anything!” Amelia's red in the face from exertion, moments away from angry tears.
Eddie turned back to the principal with a raised eyebrow.
“Sounds like your school does condone this kind of behavior if you won’t stop bullies.”
“Regardless, she still hit a student,” the man implored. Eddie was done with this guy.
“And I've never been prouder,” he declared. “Suspend her or don't, but she's getting ice cream on the way home.”
“You're going to reward violence?” The principal scoffed.
“I'm rewarding her for standing up for her friend,” Eddie corrected.
“Mr. Munson, you're a guidance counselor, surely you can—” the man tried, but Steve chuckled condescendingly.
“Maybe, if your teachers were more capable of handling bullies, you'd be talking to Justin's parents about their son's behavior instead of trying to get us to punish our little paladin,” Steve shrugged.
“Okay, now I've never been prouder,” Eddie said, beaming at his husband.
The principal sighed and shook his head.
“We'll give her a warning this time, but if it happens again it'll be a three day suspension.”
“Are you gonna make Justin stop shoving worms in Terry's face?” Amelia glared at the man, crossing her arms.
The principal blinked at the girl, taking in her righteous anger. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“I will,” he promised.
“Then I won't hit him again,” Amelia replied, sticking out a hand for a shake. He took it, agreeing to the deal.
This is for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt "long" | rating: G | wc: 692
summary: The boys start their day together.
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The sun rise filtered in through the blinds, bathing Eddie's pale sleeping form with soft warm light. Steve ran a hand along the beam, caressing his naked chest. Eddie always called him a sunshine boy; but Steve knew it was the other way around.
He looks like an angel, he thought.
He didn't know how long he watched Eddie sleep; but it was long enough for the room to brighten, and for his stomach to growl.
With a sigh, Steve rolled away, deciding it was time to start the day. Before he got too far, strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back under the covers.
"Hey!" He yelped.
"Shh. Cuddle now, talk later," Eddie said, burying his face between Steve's shoulder blades.
Steve laughed as he struggled against the surprisingly firm grip. After a few well executed wiggles, Steve managed to squirm out of the hold and turn onto his back; however, his victory was short lived. Eddie simply flopped on his chest, pinning him down.
"Ed, come on," he pouted.
“Nope,” Eddie grinned, sliding up and pressing a quick kiss to Steve's lips before he settled back on his chest.
Steve loved how much Eddie wanted to be near him. It made him feel way better about how clingy he could be at times. If they didn't already have plans for later, Steve would stay in bed all day. As it was though, they needed to get the day started.
“Eds, the kids will be here soon,” Steve reminded him. They haven't told them they're together yet, and Steve really didn't want that conversation to happen because they found Eddie rocking his boxers in his bed.
Eddie sighed, nodding his head. After stealing one more kiss, he rolled off Steve and let him up, flopping back onto his stomach. Steve laughed as Eddie's hair settled over his face.
“Want to join me in the shower?” Steve asked, pushing Eddie’s hair away from his closed eyes.
“You and I both know if I get in that shower with you, we're not leaving until the water runs cold,” Eddie mumbled.
Steve laughed but couldn’t deny it. They've spent over an hour in there before and they just didn't have that kind of time today.
Pressing a kiss to Eddie’s temple, Steve finally left the room.
His shower was quick and efficient, no need to get his hair wet since he washed it the previous night. Still, he made sure his hair was perfect before pulling on a pair of comfortable jeans and a soft striped shirt.
Bounding down the stairs, he was pleasantly surprised to smell coffee and bacon. The radio played a poppy beat that was more Steve's thing than Eddie's. He snuck around the corner, just in time to see Eddie singing into the end of a spatula.
“Oh mama dear, you know you're still number one,” he sang, harmonizing with Cindy Lauper.
Steve had the pleasure of watching him wiggle his hips and do a little spin before he spotted Steve and shrieked, clutching the spatula to his chest.
“Jesus! Don't do that,” Eddie laughed.
“But you always look so cute when you sing like nobody's watching,” he grinned. Steve couldn't resist pulling his boyfriend back into his arms and kissing his smiling mouth.
“Mm, you're not wrong,” Eddie chuckled, returning the kiss enthusiastically.
After a moment, Eddie pulled away, returning to their breakfast. Steve poured them both a cup of coffee; milk and sugar for him, cream and ton of sugar for Eddie.
As they ate, they laughed and kissed, enjoying each other's company. Eventually, Eddie had to leave to pick up the party for D&D.
“Love you,” Steve sighed as Eddie pulled on his shoes.
“Love you too,” he replied, kissing him one more time before reluctantly heading out.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang insistently.
“Hey guys,” Steve said, waving everyone in.
“Hey Stevie. Long time no see,” Eddie grinned mischievously.
As he walked back into the house, Steve decided then and there, they'd tell the kids as soon as possible. He couldn't hold back from kissing that smug grin off Eddie's face much longer.
This is for @stmarchmm
prompts:
day 24: courting rituals
day 29: scent marking
rating: T | wc: 1917 | pairing: omega Eddie/Alpha Steve | sequel to Letterman Exchange
summary: Eddie reflects on how he and Steve began courting. How does he tell Steve he's ready to move to the next stage of their relationship?
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When Eddie went to gym a few days ago, he expected it to be a normal day. Some sort of physical activity coach thought wasn't that difficult, that the jocks would enjoy, and everyone else would quietly suffer through.
He didn't expect to find a leather bracelet doused in an unfamiliar, yet comforting, scent; and he never would have guessed it was Steve Harrington who slipped it in his gym locker.
"It has to be a joke, right?" He asked his friends.
"I don't know, Harrington doesn't seem like the type to mess around about courting," Jeff said, reassuringly.
"Besides, you have a disgusting crush on him. Might as well see if he means it right?" Bear tacked on.
"Yeah, you should put something in his locker. If he reciprocates then feel it out, if he doesn't then you know he's a dick," Gareth shrugged, like it was so easy.
"And what if he is serious? He thinks I'm a beta. I'd have to tell him the truth, do you think I can trust him?" Eddie asked.
His band mates shared concerned glances. They hadn't thought of that.
"I think you could. He may be kind of a bitch, but he's not a complete tool," Gareth mumbled.
Eddie wasn't nearly as sure as they were, so he decided it was best to ignore him and let whatever crush Harrington had on him die sooner rather than later.
That is, until after lunch the next day. A dozen roses were taped to his locker. In a panic, he ripped them all down and shoved them inside the locker, eyes darting around frantically.
Steve stared at him from across the hall. Of course.
A conversation in the woods, the removal of scent patches, and suddenly Eddie's in false heat. Thankfully, Steve really was a gentleman.
The way he swooped Eddie into his arms and kept him safe until he was back in his nest, had Eddie swooning. When Eddie didn't want to spend the night together, Steve was so understanding that he almost changed his mind.
If he wasn't so nervous about being with an alpha, Eddie probably would have.
Thankfully, the heat hadn't been terrible and was relatively short.
The next morning, he didn't expect Steve to actually show up. Scentmates or not, rolling up to the high school with the freak in your front seat was bound to cause a stir.
Asking said freak to wear your Letterman was sure to set the whole building on fire. Not that Eddie minded.
He'd never admit it to anyone, but the idea that Steve wanted to claim him so publicly made him weak in the knees. Of course, Eddie laid his claim just as obviously.
It should be a federal crime for a preppy jock to look so fucking hot in a metal head's battle jacket.
The stares and whispers were not surprising. Eddie being bothered by them was. Normally he didn't care what anyone thought of him. People were constantly talking behind his back; but these comments were far crueler than the Satanist, freak allegations.
Seriously, Harrington and the freak? Is Steve really that desperate for a fuck?
There's no way this isn't some kind of prank. I actually feel bad for him.
I bet Munson put some kind of spell on him. No way he likes him for real.
Do you think it was a bet or a dare?
I bet Steve's only with him to score free drugs.
And those were some of the nicer ones.
It ate away at him for hours. Notes passed to him, calling him a rebound, a loser, a fool.
Eddie's sure if people knew his real designation, the comments would be worse.
But it's not like the mouth breathing masses didn't have thoughts on that too. The note in his hand proved that. Steve won't ever settle down with a beta.
Can that be true? If Eddie really was a beta, would he and Steve still be scentmates? If they weren't scentmates would Steve have moved on pretty quickly?
There's no way to know for sure. Eddie knew if he asked, Steve would say he wanted to court him anyway and even if they weren't scentmates he would have wanted him.
But in the back of his mind, Eddie worried it was just a phase. Scentmate or no, Steve would get tired of slumming it with the freak.
That is, until lunch rolled around.
Eddie stared at his sandwich, lost in his thoughts when a loud growl echoed through the room. All noise stopped, every head turned to see Steve baring his fangs at his friend.
"That 'loser beta', is my beta. I’m courting him and if you value your life, I suggest you leave him and his friends alone.” Steve glared, turning to the rest of the cafeteria. “That goes for everyone. Keep my beta’s name out of your unworthy mouths or I’ll knock your teeth out.” A snarl followed the declaration.
Eddie's heart skipped a beat as Steve sat at their table.
"You didn't have to do that," Eddie whispered, even as he flushed happily. He pulled a chunk of hair over his face to hide it.
"I know," he shrugged.
The cafeteria returned to its normal volume just for Gareth to open his mouth. "Did you really do a body shot off-" Eddie snagged Jeff's eraser off the table and chucked it at his friend.
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It's been a month since then.
The mean notes have stopped, as have the snide comments. He's sure people still gossip in the corners of the hall and behind library books, but now that he knows Steve really likes him, Eddie doesn't care.
The courting gifts haven't stopped either. After the flowers, Steve gave him a set of pastel D&D dice. Something to make him think of the alpha when he plays.
Then, there was the nesting pillow to help give Eddie's nest more structure. It was really only given when an alpha intended to spend many nights with an omega.
When Steve first gave it to him, the implication made Eddie blush from his hair to his toes. Still, they haven't actually spent the night together.
Steve didn't want to rush him which Eddie appreciates; but, they haven't done much of anything, just simple hugs and the occasional kiss. It's starting to annoy him.
If Steve's past relationships are any indication, he loves physical affection. Sure, he has an arm around Eddie when they walk through the halls, but that's nothing compared to the way he'd shove his tongue down Nancy's throat between classes.
Eddie wants some of that.
The problem is Eddie's never been in a relationship before. He's had quick make out sessions in closets, a few exchanged intimate touches in club bathrooms...but never undressed, never all the way, never something serious.
He hasn't even cuddled with someone, other than Wayne, since he presented. Too afraid they'd find out what he really is.
He's not ashamed of being omega, quite the opposite; but he knows his classmates would make his life hell if they found out. They barely keep their distance thinking he's a beta. There would be no protecting his sheep as an omega.
Now that he has Steve, maybe he could stop hiding. Let himself lean into the more omegan traits he's held back. He knows Steve doesn't mind, but he also knows the alpha wants pups. So does Eddie.
He can't hide his nature much longer if he wants to have the big family he dreams about.
All that to say, Eddie's not sure how to tell Steve he wants to move to the next level. Cuddling on the couch or in his nest, kissing, touching. He's not ready to go all the way yet, but some second base action might be nice.
"Eds?" Wayne calls, waving a hand in front of his face. Eddie startles so hard he nearly falls off the couch.
"Jesus, Wayne! When'd you get home?" Eddie exclaims, clutching his chest.
"A few minutes ago. You were a little space cadet," Wayne chuckles lightly and pats Eddie's shoulder. "What were you thinking about?"
"Steve," Eddie sighs. Wayne knows all about the alpha. Eddie's never been able to keep a secret from his uncle; not that he wants to hide his scentmate.
"Mhm, what that boy get you now?" The fondness obvious in the question as Wayne takes a sip of his coffee.
"Nothing actually," Eddie replies. He wants to ask for advice, but he doesn't know how to phrase it. Face burning, Eddie just blurts it out, "What gift should I get that tastefully tells an alpha I want him to feel me up?"
Wayne chokes, spitting coffee all over the table. With a wince, Eddie runs to the kitchen and grabs a hand towel.
"Sorry," he says.
"I don't know why I'm surprised you'd tell me that," Wayne mumbles as he wipes off his face. "Just promise me you'll do that kind of thing where I won't walk in and see it."
"I promise," Eddie nods.
"Thank you," his uncle sighs. "Now, why don't you get him a blanket or something. It's the universal sign for 'let's snuggle' or whatever you kids are saying nowadays."
A blanket! Why didn't he think of that?
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Eddie spends hours combing thrift stores for the best throw blanket he can find. It's got to be big enough for the two of them but not so big they have no reason to lay close. It can't be too scratchy or too hot. It has to be a pretty color.
After three stores and over a dozen blankets, Eddie finds it. It's light red, linen, and a little longer than he is tall. Perfect.
He takes it home and gives it a good wash. Then, Eddie puts it in his nest for the time being to get it completely saturated with his scent. Steve's taking him out this weekend, so Eddie needs to have the blanket ready by then.
He spends days rubbing himself all over it, being sure to drag his glands along the edges, marking it thoroughly. By the time Saturday rolls around, the linen smells more like him than Eddie does. With a grin, he folds it up and slides it into a scent proof gift bag.
Steve arrives right on time.
"Hey baby," Steve smiles when Eddie opens the door.
"Hi sweetheart," he replies, holding out the bag. "I got you something."
With an excited smile, Steve takes it and peeks inside. Steve zips open the scent lock and blinks rapidly as Eddie's thick lavender scent wafts from the bag. He takes a big inhale, eyes rolling back into his head a little.
"I figured we could watch a movie at your place and if we get cold..." Eddie trails off. He flutters his eyelashes and bites his lip, aiming for flirtatious.
"That sounds like a great idea," Steve grins. "In fact, I think I'm pretty chilly already. Should we get going?"
Eddie nods, closing the door behind him and skipping down the steps. Steve opens the car door, letting Eddie slide in.
Before he shuts it, Steve rubs his wrist along Eddie's neck, scent marking him. A happy sigh escapes his lips as Steve's pine forest scent surrounds him.
Hopefully when he gets home tonight, Eddie'll smell like he spent hours in the woods. If the frequent glances Steve throws his way are any indication, Eddie's wish will come true.
For the last day of @genderthings Transmasc Eddie Week Day 8 prompt: Gender non-conforming | rating: Teen | wc: 1149 | pairing: steddie, platonic stobin
summary:
Eddie invites Steve and Robin to see his band play a gig. Steve is not prepared.
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Steve honks his horn, letting Robin know he's outside. Normally he’d go ring the bell; but they’re already late and if Marissa Buckley answers the door they’ll never leave.
Less than a minute later, Robin bursts from the house in all her chaotic glory.
“Hey sorry! I couldn’t find my lip stick—you know the red one—, then when I did find it, I realized it was the wrong color for the top I had one but it’s my favorite so then I had to change my shirt, which meant I had to change my whole outfit, then before I knew it you were here!” She says in one long stream as she climbs into the passenger seat.
“It’s fine, Eddie said he’d have a table saved for us,” Steve shrugs as he backs out. “I just don’t want to miss anything.”
Eddie invited them to watch his band play at a bar in Bloomington. It wasn’t much larger than the hideout, but they were invited which is a huge deal.
“Yeah, yeah. We all know you’re obsessed with your boyfriend,” Robin teases.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” he groans. No matter how much he wishes it was true.
“Because you wont make a move!”
Ugh, he hastes when she’s right. It’s not like Eddie’s sending mixed signals or anything, either. Just last week he gave Steve a mixed tape full of first date songs with All you have to do is ask written inside the jacket. It can’t get clearer than that.
“I know okay! I’m just waiting for the right time,” he sighs.
“Better make it soon Steve. He’s not going to wait forever,” Robin warns. “It probably hurts his feelings that you’re dragging it out, too.”
Shit. He didn’t even think of that. Steve knows she’s right. And Eddie has no shortage of options; guys and girls alike flirt with him whenever they go out. Every time Eddie turns them down politely, always with a little side eye at Steve.
It’s just a matter of time before Eddie gets tired of waiting; or worse, assumes Steve isn’t interested.
The bar is packed. Steve doesn’t know if it’s because it’s a Friday night, or if it’s Corroded Coffin. They have been making some waves in the underground Metal scene. Maybe more than any of them have realized.
“Steve!” Eddie calls from across the room, gesturing wildly to an empty table.
“That must be us,” Robin grins and heads over. Steve sends Eddie a thumbs up and watches him disappear behind a curtain before grabbing drinks from the bar.
“Can I get a vodka cranberry and a pint of whatever’s on tap,” he asks when the bartender approaches.
“Coming right up,” she smiles.
The lights flash a five minute warning just as Steve takes his seat.
“Beer,” he says setting the drink down in front of Robin, keeping the other for himself.
“You’re such a country club mom,” Robin laughs. Steve just shrugs, sipping his spicy juice happily.
When the lights go down, Steve turns his focus to the small stage. A loud guitar riff echos out of the speakers.
“Hello Bloomington!” Eddie shouts into the mic as the stage lights up. It takes his eyes a second to adjust, but when they do, Steve’s jaw drops.
Eddie’s outfit was so different from his normal clothes, and even his usual stage outfit. He must be dressing to impress. It’s certainly working on Steve though he doesn’t think he’s the target audience.
A long sleeve mesh crop top, under his battle vest, leather shorts that barely cover his ass, thick black eyeliner, and silver jewelry; all seem to make Steve’s brain short out. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s about three inches of creamy thigh before Eddie’s shoes start.
Massive black platform boots with belts and silver buckles down the side. He counts four chains on each one. The chunky heel has to be at least eight inches tall.
Steve has no idea what songs the band played. It’s as if he saw those boots and blacked out, because the next thing he knows, Eddie’s thanking the crowd.
“You’re drooling,” Robin whispers, handing him a napkin. With a glare, he snags the napkin, cringing when he wipes his face. Was he seriously slobbering all over himself? Talk about embarrassing.
Eventually, Eddie comes out to greet them. Fans stop him along the way, which Steve knows is still new to him. So, he doesn’t interrupt, just watches the band sign tapes and shirts. Eddie writes his name on a set of impressive tits before finally bounding over.
“So, what did you guys think?” He asks.
“Amazing as always. Love the threads,” Robin replies when it’s obvious Steve hasn’t regained his brain function yet.
“Thanks! I found these at a thrift store and just couldn’t resist,” Eddie grins, throwing a leg onto the seat to show the boots off more closely.
Robin says something back but Steve’s too distracted to pay attention. The long line of Eddie’s leg extends way further than normal, his shorts ride up even more; and Steve’s body reacts.
“Want a drink?” Steve finally spits out, dropping his hands in his lap to hide the evidence.
“Sure,” Eddie grins smugly. With a quick nod, Steve jumps to his feet. Turning to ask the other man what he wants, Steve finds he has to look up. He’s never seen him from this angle before, usually Eddie’s shorter than him. Holy shit.
“Uh, do— what do— uh,” he mumbles.
“You okay there, Stevie?” Eddie asks, leaning down to be heard.
“I’m in love with you,” he blurts out. Eddie’s eyes widen and Steve feels his cheeks heat. “I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I meant it in general, I just didn’t mean to say it right now.”
Eddie purses his lips and his brow crinkles, like he’s doing his best not to laugh in Steve’s face. Robin on the other hand, has no problem cackling at his expense.
“You broke him!” She snorts, holding her sides.
With a smoldering look, Eddie steps further into his space. Every step he takes, Steve takes one back until his back hits the nearest wall. Eddie throws an arm over his head, boxing him in.
“What if I said I’m in love with you, too? What then?” Eddie asks, so close his breath caresses Steve’s lips. And Steve… whimpers. Honest to god, whimpers.
“Please kiss me,” he whispers.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Steve’s eyes slip shut as Eddie’s lips touch his. It’s soft and sweet, not nearly as dirty as he expected; and for some reason, that sets his blood on fire more than anything else.
“Go on a date with me, tomorrow night?” Steve gasps when they break apart.
For @steddiemicrofic march prompt "short" | wc: 321 | rating: G
summary: Steve and Eddie meet for the first time in the school library.
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Steve’s bottom lip quivered as he turned away from the bookshelf and sat down, his legs straight in front of him. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but won’t cry. He's a man now, mama said so. Dada said men don’t cry.
But it's not fair! No one told him being a man would be so hard or that school would be so awful.
First, he couldn’t tie his shoes when they came undone during gym, so he had to ask the teacher for help, and his line buddy called him a baby. Then, at lunch they didn’t have chocolate milk, even though it's the only place he's allowed to have any, so he had to get plain vanilla.
And now, the class was in the library to pick out books and Steve's too short to reach the one he wants! He could see the spine hanging off the top shelf, probably put there by an older kid.
Just then, a kid with long curly hair plopped down next to him.
“You okay, kid?” The boy asked. Steve nodded and crossed his arms with a pout. “You sure? You look like you’re gonna cry or something.”
“No! Cryin’s for babies!” Steve shouted.
“Well, my mama says everyone cries,” The boy shrugged. That made Steve lose the battle with his tears. “It’s okay,” The boy pat him gently on the shoulder. “I’m Eddie by the way.”
“St-Steve,” he replied. Eddie sat with him until he calmed down then helped him to his feet.
“So, what had you so upset anyway?” Eddie asked. Steve pointed to the book.
Eddie stretched on his tip toes and yanked the book off the top shelf with a smile.
“Thanks,” Steve smiled.
“Sure thing, Stevie! Let’s play at recess tomorrow!” Eddie said and gave him a quick hug before he skipped away.
Steve’s tummy filled with bugs and his cheeks grew red. Maybe school wasn’t so bad.
this is for the @steddieholidaydrabbles Day 30 prompt "Tradition" | wc: 815 | rating: G | It's implied but Eddie's trans in this. | based on my own tradition of watching the LOTR every year!
summary:
Eddie, Wayne, and Steve watch the animated Lord of the Rings every year.
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Eddie’s fourteen when he officially moved in with Wayne. His dad was arrested for a Black Friday robbery gone wrong and Eddie was a ball of anger when the social worker dropped him off.
He's pissed. Pissed at his dad for being arrested right before Christmas, pissed the social worker called him that name when she left, and pissed that Wayne worked on Christmas day.
Rationally, he knew it's not Wayne’s fault Eddie was dumped on his door step on short notice; but, Eddie needed to be mad at someone and Wayne was too kind and understanding.
Thankfully, Wayne didn't take it personally. He quietly accepted Eddie's punches to his chest until the boy ran out of steam and held him tightly as he sobbed afterward. Grief, fear, and resentment burned through him until Eddie fell asleep under his new guardian's protective gaze.
On Christmas eve, Wayne awkwardly handed Eddie a grocery bag. He apologized for it being unwrapped, but Eddie didn’t mind. He’d never gotten a gift before, who cared what it was concealed in. Eagerly, Eddie opened it and burst into tears when he saw what was inside.
The animated Lord of the Rings on VHS. Eddie didn't know it was out already. Wayne paid more attention to Eddie and his interests than his dad ever had.
“Thanks, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie whispered, jumping up and burying his face in Wayne’s chest.
“Anytime, kid,” Wayne replied.
Before he left for work that night, Wayne ruffled Eddie's hair, promising to watch it with him on his next day off.
A week later, Wayne sat in his recliner with a cup of coffee, watching the movie with a soft expression. Eddie tried not to hold his breath as he waited for Wayne's ridicule; but it never came.
"That was cute. I can see why you like those books," Wayne said as the credits rolled.
"Really?" Eddie asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, kid. Let's watch it again sometime," Wayne smiled, pulling Eddie into a rough side hug.
It became a yearly tradition.
On New Year's eve, Wayne and Eddie would watch the animated film no matter what. Eddie even cancelled D&D one year, the movie night more important than his game.
When he and Steve finally started dating, he happily joined the Munsons’ movie night. He even made snacks that were Middle Earth themed. Even when they moved, they came back to Hawkins just to curl up in Wayne's living room.
Then Peter Jackson changed the world.
Eddie didn't bother asking to switch to the trilogy. It was a big ask for anyone; but Wayne just had surgery. Eddie couldn't ask him to spend his recovery watching movies he only tolerated for Eddie, right?
Except—
As they were packing the car for the drive back to Hawkins, Eddie tilted his head in confusion. The trunk was full of groceries. It didn’t make sense, Steve would never restock their fridge right before they left for a few days.
"What's all this?" Eddie asked. His boyfriend smiled brightly and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Wayne wanted me to make rabbit stew this year. Said we'd need fuel for the long journey." Steve shrugged.
"Where are we going?” Eddie furrowed his brow. Wayne's foot was still in a cast, he couldn't exactly travel.
"Mordor," Steve growled playfully as he pulled a brand new DVD box set from the trunk.
"It won't be too much for you and Wayne?” Eddie whispered.
"Please,” Steve scoffed. "He's the one who told me not to bother showing up without the extended edition. Plus, you know I love when you tell me every fact about these films.”
For a moment Eddie didn’t say a word. Tears sprang to his eyes as he felt more loved than ever by the two most important people in his life.
“Did you get stuff to make lambas bread?” Eddie mumbled.
“Of course. Who do you think I am?”
Eddie couldn’t hold it in anymore. He grabbed Steve by the jacket and kissed him hard on the lips.
“I love you,” He whispered. Pulling away, Eddie skipped to the passenger seat and slid in. “Let’s go, Harrington!” He yelled out the open door. “We have a ring to destroy!”
Eddie watched through the rear view mirror as Steve threw his head back and laughed at his antics, before he too climbed in the car.
“Wayne’s going to love it when you tell him why Saruman makes such a quiet sound when he get stabbed,” Steve grinned, knowingly.
“You better drive before I drag you into the backseat,” Eddie warned. The little shit knew what it did to Eddie when he remembered all his random facts.
“Alright, alright! I’m going,” Steve laughed and took off down the road. “Did you already tell him about Viggo Mortensen’s toe?”
“I swear to god, Steve!” Eddie shouted even as his smile stretched across his face.
