Part five is now live with the triumphant return of Eddie! Thank you all for bearing with me 💖🧡💖
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When Robin came back from her mental health vacation, she promptly threw a sandal at his head and started screeching. It was really something.
“I can not believe you did that! I wake up from a much needed 10 hour sleep and see a million missed text and an email from the love of my life! She probably thought I was ignoring her! And apparently I’m sick now? I had to make up a bunch of stuff about throwing up and going to bed early, Steven!”
“Hey, hey, ow!” He exclaimed, trying to fend her off as she used her other sandal to beat him. She wasn’t trying to make it hurt, but it’s the principle of the matter. “Hey, you should be thanking me! She has your number now, and she clearly cares enough to check in on you, that’s a good thing!” She finally relents, collapsing into the couch next to him.
“Yeah, Steve, of course she cares, she’s a literal angel. She probably feeds stray dogs and donates blood every month. She’s just being nice,” she said, temper subdued and replaced by dejection. Steve hates it.
“Yeah, well, I think you’re wrong, Robbie. She’s totally into you, and I’m going to prove it to you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her shoulder. “You know I’ve got a sense about these things.”
She groaned into his shoulder. “No, you absolutely do not dingus. Just let me die a lonely spinster. I’ll take up weaving and we can get five cats and rocking chairs for the porch and talk about our failed love lives for the rest of our lives.”
“No way. We are getting four rocking chairs, two cats, and a porch with a view and we’re going to bitch about the weather and the youths while our partners watch birds, or whatever,” he said, rubbing her shoulder.
“Yeah?” She asked.
“Oh yeah,” he responded. If there was one thing he knew about his future for sure, it was that Robin would be there with him.
After several more platitudes and a promise to make chicken parm with leftovers for dinner that night, they had settled back into their routine. Between episodes of day time television and gossip, plans continuing to brew in the back of his mind, more determined than ever to make Robin happy.
Which led him to now.
Phase Two: The Follow-Up, which nicely coincides with phase one of his “ignore your budding crush, you are so bad at dating” plan.
If he’s too busy making sure to snag Chrissy after class, surely Eddie won’t be able to pull him aside for a conversation. He’s not trying to get ahead of himself, but he figures it’s only natural for a guy to want to say “Hi, how about that weather!” to the guy who helped you off the floor last week.
And, ok, maybe Steve slipped a little and did some flirting. Sue him, he was blinded by beautiful brown eyes. But he doesn’t want to lead Eddie on and he’s sure if he just…doesn’t make direct eye contact, he’ll forget about it and walk away.
He’s not going to ignore Eddie, that would be the coward’s way out. He doesn’t want to make the guy feel bad or anything, just protect his own heart.
It’s harder than he thought it would be, striking the balance between making sure he’s the last one left behind who wants to talk to Chrissy and making himself look busy enough that he doesn’t catch Eddie’s attention, but he manages it, sweeping in while Eddie is securing the velcro straps around his mat.
“I was thinking I could try and bring Robin back next week.” He can see Eddie lingering out of the corner of his eye, his hair gives him a pretty distinct shape, to be honest. Maybe if he’s just trying to talk to Chrissy. Yeah, that’s probably it.
“She’s feeling a lot better, but staying in bed for a few days straight makes you stiff, you know? I was thinking it might be good for her to do some stretches, really work on that flexibility.” Ok, maybe that’s laying in a bit thick, but Chissy is blushing and it’s harmless, really.
“That would be great! She says, clapping her hands together a little and lifting lightly onto the balls of her feet, megawat smile firmly in place. She leans in a little, lowering her voice. “You know, we let people bring a plus one in for a free session to let them try it out. I won’t tell anyone Robin’s already been in if you don’t.” Robin is going to owe him so bad after this. So bad, he’s practically got Chrissy locked down for her already.
But he’s not done yet, there’s one more step to phase two, and it might be the most important one.
“Robin said you helped her a ton with catching up with class; she was super grateful.” Play it cool, Harrington. “Want to go grab some food with us after class next week? Our treat, as a thank you.” Nailed it. “Rob mentioned you're a vegetarian, she knows some great spots.”
“Oh, really, don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure!” She says, waving her hands around like she’s trying to banish the thought from his mind. “But I would love to hang out, you guys seem like a lot of fun, and Robin is great. Count me in!” Steve will humbly accept his wingman of the year award now, please and thank you. Chrissy looks over the moon.
“Is it ok if I bring my best friend? He’s in this class too, Eddie, come say hi!” It can’t be. There’s got to be another Eddie in this class. Maybe even several. Hell, for all he knows, everyone in the class is named Eddie except for him. What would he know? It must be a coincidence.
It is not a coincidence.
Answering the call of Chrissy’s energetic wave is the same Eddie from yesterday. He’s wearing another shirt with an indesernable logo that he assumes is meant to be the name of the band, but this one is only left with the memory of sleeves, cut down the sides to expose the sides of his stomach.
Well, that’s not fair. Steve is pretty sure he can see Eddie’s armpit hair, just a little bit, which should not be as hot as it is. If he lifted his arms up, he could see more. Steve is going to have to examine some things later.
Robin is going to hate him, actually.
Oh no, he’s smiling at Steve. He has dimples. How did Steve not notice those dimples before today? This is not helping his plan at all.
“What can I do for the two finest maidens of Yogaspire today?” He says, bowing low to both of them.
Oh god, he’s a nerd. Am I into nerds now?
He’s going to choose to ignore that thought, and also ignore the weird feeling he’s getting from Eddie looking up at him like that. Shoo, shoo.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he gestures vaguely, not wanting to risk going in for a handshake. Stay strong, Harrington. “Hey man, glad you’re feeling alright.” There, good, no follow-up questions, just good old-fashioned midwestern politeness, just like mama taught him.
“Steve here just invited us to lunch after class next week, you free?” Which, no, he did not. He very specifically asked Chrissy, and an extra body is really going to mess with his plan of dipping out at the last second.
He needs to save this ASAP.
“Well, far be it from a lowly bard to reject such a generous offer,” Eddie says, leaning back into his full height with a dramatic flair.
Steve needs to fix this. He shuffles back a little to angle his arm and part of his body behind Chrissy’s head. It’s not elegant, but it’s the best he can do. He starts waving his hand like a god damn Looney Tunes character, making every conceivable hand motion to signal to Eddie to please, for the love of god say no.
He might just have a lucrative career as a mime in front of him, because somehow the rapidly alternating death glare and puppy eyes and the frantic waving of his open palm do the trick.
He watches Eddie’s eyes widen, trying to make quick meaning out of Steve’s, honestly, probably concerning change in demeanor, and turns back to Chrissy. It’s not subtle at all, but he manages to stop before she sends a cutely confused look his way.
Eddie laughs awkwardly, like a genuine “hahaha” sound is falling out of his mouth as he rubs the back of his neck. Steve feels the urge to bash his head into the doorframe for a moment, but he bravely resists. Anything for Robin, he reminds himself
“Alas, I am afraid that I must decline after all, as I am otherwise occupied. Wayne, uh, has a-uh-apointment! With the dentist! Old man’s finally going to get that tooth pulled, he’ll need a ride. Anesthesia and all.” Steve really wants to find the nearest doorframe. Eddie is a terrible liar.
And, wow, Steve doesn’t know what to do with the look on Chrissy’s face, and it isn’t even directed at him. She’s smiling, technically, all white teeth and crinkled eyes, but he can feel the bad energy coming off of her in waves.
“Oh, really, that’s too bad. So wild that he needs Wayne needs you on that specific Thursday night, weird that you didn’t tell me before!” Eddie is definitely feeling her ire, too. Steve feels kind of bad.
“Haha, yup, can’t be helped!” Eddie is definitely sweating. And, oh, now he’s making eyes at him. Not the cute confused look from last week, but big eyes that scream ‘you owe me a god damn explanation.’
Damn, Steve was planning to hit up the grocery store after this.
Steve made his goodbyes to Chrissy and Eddie, deciding not to make Chrissy any more suspicious than she already seemed to be and linger outside for Eddie. Apparently, she usually stayed behind an extra hour after class to do setup and cleaning, but it wouldn’t be a problem for her to leave right after class next week.
Five minutes pass, then six, then seven, and at eight, Steve is ready to call it a day, silent agreement be damned, when Eddie walks out in a fresh change of clothes.
He really is cute, if a little rough around the edges, looking around the entrance with hunched shoulders and straightening out when he spotted him, trotting over in a way that absurdly made Steve think of a frolicking deer.
“Dude, what the fuck was that?” Well, so much for hello, but he supposes that’s a fair reaction.
“My bad, man. I’m kind of trying to do something here, and I couldn’t exactly have you tagging along.” Instead of clearing his confusion, something about what he said made his hackles rise. His eyes narrow, and he stretches to his full height, ever so slightly taller than Steve.
“Are you trying to hit on Chrissy? Because let me assure you, you’re barking up the wrong tree,” he says, voice steely. Protective.
This is really not good. Steve might not have dated a lot of unathletic, alternative men in his life, but he’s always gone for someone with a little fire. An edge of competence and danger that draws Steve in, often against his better judgment.
And then his question registers. It’s probably a reasonable ask, but Steve doesn’t like the implication, instinctively moving his hands to his hips the way he always does when he’s irritated.
“What!? No! I’m trying to set her up with my best friend, Robin. I’m not some creep trying to, like, trap her in a date or something.” Steve is ready for this to devolve into an argument of some kind, honestly, but Eddie surprises him again.
His face lights up, dimples making another appearance and ruining Steve’s life. And also maybe giving him whiplash. This guy sure is expressive.
He claps his hands together, like he can’t contain his excitement and needs to let it in a physical way. Steve wants to find it annoying. “Right! I forgot about the illustrious Ms. Buckley!”
Illustrious, that’s good, right? He said it like it’s a good thing, but Steve doesn't think he’s ever actually heard that word before.
He must be making some kind of face, because Eddie explains. “Chrissy talks about her a lot. It’s always ‘Robin’s last paper was so good’ and ‘Robin wore suspenders today, it was so cute!’” He says it all with a surprisingly good falsetto, a clear imitation of Chrissy, before leaning in, voice getting softer. More intimate. “Though, lately it’s been a lot more ‘Robin said this’ and Robin said that.’ I’ve got a feeling a certain pretty boy had something to do with the recent breach of the hyperbolic sound barrier?”
Steve can feel his ears turning red at the attention, ‘pretty boy’ dancing through his head. He’s not going to back down, though. If Eddie is expecting him to fluster at his proximity, he’s got another thing coming. He plants his feet, not challenging, but also not willing to be cowed by the potential awkwardness of their position.
Eddie just grins, the word ‘impish’ coming to Steve’s mind. He’s pretty sure Eddie is checking him out, making him wonder where the shy, bumbling man from last week went. Steve thinks he might like him either way.
“Yeah, well, the feelings are mutual. Robin hasn’t shut up about the ‘ethereal beauty with a mind of gold’ in her writing class since the semester started.” He can’t help but roll his eyes a little. He told Robin that Chrissy was a slam dunk. They could be halfway to being engaged and buying those rocking chairs by now if she’d listened. “But Robin’s a bit of a coward when it comes to girls, so I’m helping out.”
Eddie rocks back on his heels, giving Steve some space as he crows. “Aha! I see the vision. I’m guessing you’re gonna make yourself suspiciously absent at next week's soiree. My attendance would shatter your master plan.”
Steve can’t help but smile, charmed. “You got it,” he says, snapping his fingers into a finger-gun and immediately regretting it. So dorky.
But Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t laugh or point it out like Robin or one of the kids would. In fact, he doesn’t even seem to register the motion at all, gaze firmly locked onto Steve’s mouth with a poleaxed look about him.
His smile turns into a smirk. He’s still got it, no matter what Dustin says. Even as he tries to remind himself of all the reasons he’s not trying to date right now, it feels nice to be noticed like this.
Eddie shakes himself out of his reverie, cheeks pinkening sweetly as he clears his throat and looks away, stuffing his hands in his back pockets. He rocks on his feet again, a habit Steve has noted even in their short time knowing each other, like he’s resetting himself.
He rocks himself back into Steve’s space, the corners of the other man’s smile curling up in a cheshire grin, any signs of bashfulness gone as quickly as they’d come.
“What if I told you I had a bit of a proposition for you, Stevie?”
Here's a shorter chapter for you guys! We get a little peek into Steve's mind. More flirting and shenanigans incoming, I promise.
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What the fuck was that? Steve thinks to himself when he gets home. Robin isn’t home, out with some study group that Steve is definitely not jealous of, that would be ridiculous.
Steve hasn’t dated anyone, or even really looked at anyone, in a little over a year. A myriad of failed dates, stifled relationships, and harsh breakups enough to make even the most confident guy lose hope.
Eddie, because Steve knows his name now, thanks to some good old fashioned first aid protocols, should not be on Steve’s radar.
First of all, almost all the people he’s dated in his adult life have been women. It’s not that he doesn’t know he likes men, or that he hasn’t gone steady with a few, but men don’t tend to go after him, and Steve has rarely felt the need to go after a man himself. He’s always been more than content with soft curves and soft hands, and if he’s really lucky, a willingness to try a strap every now and then.
Secondly, from what Steve can tell, Eddie doesn’t seem to be anything like the people he’s hated before. It’s hard to tell with so little interaction, but his shirts always have crazy logos he doesn’t understand but thinks are from bands, he doesn’t seem to have any experience with organized exercise, and he’s, for lack of a better word, a little scrungly. Twitchy, intense, awkward, but sweet. Nothing like the preps and jocks Steve has seen in the past. Honestly, if Robin wasn’t so down bad he would probably be hal in love with Chirssy himself.
And third and most importantly of all, Steve has very firmly had his blinders up for almost a year now. He hasn’t looked at anyone since his last breakup, and as lonely as it can get sometimes, it’s been a good year of focusing on himself.
He’s well aware that he has a tendency to get caught up in relationships too early. Robin calls it his “loverboy tendencies” that make him blind to red flags and susceptible to playing into what people expect from without considering what he wants. People tend to place certain expectations on him. Robin says it’s his resting bitch face and tendency to stand with his arms crossed, but people expect him to be cooler, more aloof, harder to get.
But the truth is, he’s always been easy. The first to lean in, the first to fall, the first to say I love you, the only one with a broken heart at the end of it all. One the initial flirting is done and Steve starts letting out the bad jokes and sing-along road trips, things quickly go down the drain.
So he’s taking a break. No dates, no flirting, turning down every option that comes his way no matter how blatant they are about their interest.
Robin says it’s demeaning to others and himself to relegate people to “types” and Steve has never tried to argue the point, but it’s also worth mentioning that, from what Steve can tell, Eddie is nothing like the people he’s dated before.
Maybe that’s what draws Steve's eye.
It’s not like he’s been paying that much attention to the guy, but he’s sparked a glacing curiosity as the first few weeks of class have gone by. He knows the guy is usually set up behind him, arriving before Steve to set up in the back row. After the first class, the guy seemed to get the memo that a hair tie was going to be necessary, so he’s usually got his hair up in some kind of half-hazard ponytail/bun thing. Again, cute, in a rat kind of way, but not his usual demographic.
And then, of course, there’s the staring.
Steve’s not trying to be conceited, but people have been staring at him since the braces came off in 7th grade. He knows he’s handsome, and stares are pretty common. He doesn’t mind, the attention usually feels good. He puts a lot of effort into his appearance and it’s nice to have it appreciated.
Again, not trying to be conceited, but he wasn’t even entirely sure who was doing the staring for those first couple of classes, just felt the familiar tingle of eyes at his back. A year ago he would have sought out the source, but these days he’s happy not to test his luck.
And then there was a thump on the floor, some light bruising, and the most beautiful set of brown eyes he’s ever seen inches from his own face. The now familiar feeling of those eyes watching him walk away.
He needs to talk to Robin ASAP.
But since she’s not home yet, now is a perfect plan to start some more plotting. Just because he’s got brown eyes and frizzy curls on the brain, doesn’t mean he’s forgotten his ultimate goal here.
It’s high time Robin got that date.
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Phase one actually involves careful use of the phone number Chrissy gave Steve when he first started out.
He feels a little weird about it, but he justifies it by reminding himself that he isn’t interested in Chrissy, Robin is. Anything in the name of love.
He’s already 97% sure Chrissy is interested in Robin, he just needs to seal the deal, and maybe plant a couple of seeds.
Steve: Hey Chrissy, this is Steve from yoga
Steve: Sorry if this is weird, but Robin isn’t feeling too well. Would you be cool to send her the low down on class if I send you her number?
It’s not strictly true. Robin is taking a planned and mandatory solo mental health day. In an effort to get Steve into therapy after their tumultuous — read: deeply horrifying and traumatizing — teen years, she had agreed to go as well. Now they each have scheduled days off once a month where they get away from their day to day lives to “recharge” and “recenter.” She was definitely missing class, and it was definitely for her wellness, but sick she was not.
He waited a couple minutes, switching on the TV and grabbing a strawberry kefir from the fridge, before he got four responses in quick succession.
Chrissy (Yoga): Oh no! 💔
Chrissy (Yoga): Of course, I don’t mind!!
Chrissy (Yoga): I noticed she wasn’t in class, I was a little worried 😥 she usually doesn’t skip.
Chrissy (Yoga): let me know if I can get you guys anything! I’m around and can bring supplies by if u need 💪
She really was as nice as Robin made her out to be, and Steve was ready to up that 97% to a solid 99.9%. No one was that nice to random people from class unless they were interested.
Time to plant the seed.
Steve: Robin was right, you are really nice 🙂
Steve: But that’s alright, I think we got it handled. I’ll let you know if anything changes tho. Here’s her number. See you in class Thursday!
Chrissy (Yoga): Sounds good 👍
Chrissy (Yoga): Let me know if anything changes! See u in class 🧘
Steve: Will do. Btw Rob is turned in for the night so you might not hear back until tomorrow.
Chrissy sends one last string of emojis that Steve takes as his que to end of the conversation. He schedules a message to send to Robin in the morning when he knows she’ll be freaking out.
Job done, he puts his own phone to sleep and settles in. He thinks he’s earned a little tlc. Being this good is hard.
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Tagged by @fuctacles, @allsteddie, and @wheneverfeasible. I've been so devoid of inspiration in all aspects of my life, but by GOD we will have a steddie summer! Here's a little bit of chapter 4 of Stretch Zone
Steve’s not trying to be conceited, but people have been staring at him since the braces came off in 7th grade.
aaaaand that's what I have for people I know and who also write. If you are someone I talk to and also someone who writes and I missed you, please forgive me and consider yourself tagged.
Heads up to everyone, I am moving this weekend and might be AWOL for a few days as I get my house and internet set up. I'll have some reblogs and such in the que but probably not much origional stuff coming out.
That being said, I won't be able to do normal WIP weekend stuff (thank you @fuctacles and @shoujo-wizard for tagging me). Instead, I'll just drop a little snippet from the latest chapters of both my ongoing fics (Stretch Zone and The Set Up) for those interested. They are very much both still in the works even as I move.
The Set Up
Eddie takes a breath. Time to bite the bullet. “I want to meet, talk. To you and Gareth both. With Steve, too,” he spits out.
A beat. “You know I’m all for it, dude.” Pause. “Might take some convincing for Gareth,” he says, purposefully careful with her wording.
He feels it physically as his anger rises. White hot and turning his stomach. He just doesn’t get it. “What’s his fucking deal”? What’s so –” He makes himself stop. Three or four years ago, he wouldn’t have, would have barreled through his anger and cussed Jeff out and hung up the phone. He would have either had to call him back and be the one begging forgiveness, or let them both ignore it and let it settle on their friendship.
A big part of growing up for him has been learning when and how to redirect the anger.
“You know what? Whatever, it’s not you. I’ll ask him myself.” He takes a breath. “Can you guys meet on Friday? After work, at the garage.” The garage meaning Jeff’s garage, where they have practice. They talked about having the talk at Eddie’s place, giving them the home advantage, but ultimately they didn’t want to taint their space with any bad memories.
“Yeah, Ok. I’ll ask him.” A sigh. “And if he’s being a dick, I’ll get him there anyway.”
Stretch Zone (this chapter is probably going to be long)
“My dad says I need to be more ‘ambitious,’ but honestly, I could work at Addi’s for years. They bumped me up to full-time two months ago, so I get benefits too. And tips are split with the kitchen, which means plenty of beer money.” Despite the mention of his dad’s low opinion, Steve seems unperturbed.
It’s interesting. Eddie had kind of assumed that Steve was some kind of office or finance guy. The brand name work out gear, the perfect hair, the nice watch. And it seems like maybe his dad had similar ideas, if Eddie’s experience with guys who look down on kitchen work holds true.
Eddie is a blue-collar guy through and through. No shame in any job that puts good on the table, Wayne taught him that. It releases something in his chest that he didn’t know was there to hear Steve talk about his job without a lick of shame. Maybe they don’t have to be so different. Maybe Steve doesn’t have to feel so out of reach.
Their food comes. Steve’s sandwich looks fucking amazing, but he holds strong on his no-sharing decree. The kung pao is, as expected, a little strange. Still good, and they weren’t stingy with the spice, which he can respect, but coconut meat maybe isn’t for him.
Tuning back into the lesbian love channel shows a happy scene. The drinks are still flowing, the guac has arrived, and the conversation is steady. It’s hard to say what they’re talking about. Could be anything, but they remain in each other’s bubbles.
“Oh Robin, you’re so smart and cool. I can’t believe you speak five languages, put a baby in me!” Eddie can’t help filling in the gaps, giving his best-worst Chrissy impression. It’s all things he’s heard before, anyway. Girl’s really got it bad.
He’d half forgotten Steve was there until he chimes in with his own terrible falsetto. “Chrissy, you’re truly an angel sent from above. Please move in with me! We can buy a dog and rocking chairs for our porch!” It surprises Eddie so bad he almost chokes on his next bite, spluttering and laughing along with Steve. The two of them must look ridiculous, food barely touched, doubled over, giggling like little kids.
Tagging: It's a free for all this weekend. Go for it. Do it for me. Please.
“What if I told you I had a bit of a proposition for you, Stevie?” Jesus H. Christ, Steve was letting him get so close. Eddie could smell him again. Cedar and sweat. Mmmmm.
“What kind of proposition?” Steve was saying something. He should tune back in.
“Huh?” He asked, completely distracted. Was that vanilla? Maybe some spices?
Oh, the crossed arms were back. Eddie liked those. Really showed off the biceps. And the moles on the biceps. And the dark hairs and the - “You just said you had a ‘propositon’ for me.” Steve said, air quotes implied in his tone of voice. That lilt of delicious bitchiness back. Yummy. Aaaaand he’s still talking. Focus! “You alright, man?”
Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.
Shout out to @pretend-theres-a-name-here for tagging me
Some of these are unpublished works that have been on the back burner for a while. They are very much works in progress, but let me know if any of them interest you because I do love them, they just havent seemed good enough to share atm.
Word: FANDOM
F - Excerpt from Stretch Zone
First of all, almost all the people he’s dated in his adult life have been women. It’s not that he doesn’t know he likes men, or that he hasn’t gone steady with a few, but they always seem to have ideas about him that he doesn’t line up with.
A - Excerpt from an unpublished fantasy AU
"...All I could think about was how she was going to go lavish in some rich kingdom a billion miles away surrounded by all these rich, snobby nobles like you and completely forget I ever existed and I was never going to be able to tell her how I felt and one day she would come back with some rich husband and I was going to get my heart broken all over again and…” Robin stops her tirade to take several deep breaths while Steve takes it all in.
Hold on.
“Wait, are you talking about Terrible Tabby?” he asks as the name finally clicks. Tabbitha Thompson. A uniquely terrible bard who had been given a two-week position as a court bard based solely on the long-standing working relationship between the Perkins Haberdashers and the Thomson Tanners. She had been given the nickname because her singing sounded more like when the head baker’s cat’s tail got caught in the door hinge than actual music. It had been a painful week for everyone, but at least they had fun with the alliterations.
N - AITAH steddie fic
Not about Steve, Gareth couldn't be more wrong about Steve, but maybe he was right about choosing sides too quickly.
As much as he was crazy about Steve, as much as he was very quickly barreling down the road to that big scary “L” word, should he be picking his friends first? Even if they were in the wrong, wasn’t it his job to stick by them, to some extent?
D- Also from the unpublished fantasy AU
...disappearance Edward Munson, nephew of Wayne Munson and the crown prince who rescinded his right to the throne as soon as he came of age, took his place.
The ton had never been so well fed.
Rumors, gossip, slander. Edward Munson had been the subject of it all almost his entire life. The heir who abandoned his responsibility to the throne. The son of the disgraced youngest son of the late King Mundon. People said he was a monster, a user of the dark arts, a rotten child.
O- Unpublished runaway omega Steve and rehab ranch owner Eddie fic from this slick sunday post
Or did he head to work without checking, still cooling off from the night before?
Is he mad?
Is he on his way to find Steve?
The thought sends a sharp jolt of anxiety up his spine, making him sit up from where he’s been leaning back in his seat.
M- Stretch Zone
Maybe that’s what draws Steve's eye.
It’s not like he’s been paying that much attention to the guy, but he’s sparked a glancing curiosity as the first few weeks of class have gone by. He knows the guy is usually set up behind him, arriving before Steve to set up in the back row. After the first class, the guy seemed to get the memo that a hair tie was going to be necessary, so he’s usually got his hair up in some kind of half-hazard ponytail/bun thing.
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