hey. you have to love your trans brothers of color okay. and your trans sisters of color. and your nonbinary siblings of color. you have to okay. its simply non-optional
oblivious omega dennis spends weeks not realising that alpha robby is very, very clearly courting him. dennis had never had anyone take interest in him before, being aware (or so he thinks) that the way he looks- pale, malnourished and just a bit sad- is not something any alpha would ever be attracted to.
so he doesn't connect the dots about the way that robby will grab him and direct him around the ER by holding his scent gland (surely an accident), he doesn't think too deeply about how, ever since his first shift, robby has brought him lunch without fail and seems to brighten up when dennis accepts the food.
he doesn't even realise he's being courted when robby buys him a very expensive, very warm winter jacket. dennis is surprised by it, but robby is a very kind man! he wants to make sure that his subordinates are well cared for so they work as well as possible!
everyone else in the ER knows. dennis doesn't notice how robby bares his teeth when someone else gets too close to him, how robby scented the winter jacket before giving it to him. but everyone else knows. the betting pool has come to the decision that robby will literally have to bite dennis' scent gland there in the ER before the omega notices his desire to mate him.
dennis talks to trinity about the coat one day, asking her if robby got her one too. trinity is at the end of her teather by now.
"no, dipshit! i didn't get a coat! and you know why you did? it's because our attending is fucking smitten with you! he's courting you, huckleberry! he buys you clothes, and brings you lunch every day that he likes to watch you eat! come on, idiot! he wants to mate you, he wants to bite you and hold you down and give you pups!"
dennis is stood in shocked silence. he feels his face grow red and his underwear get slightly slick at the thought.
As a thank you for 85k😱 on IG, I threatened to draw them straddlin so here’s that nonsense! Hopefully this will also make up for the dreaded dream reveal from the last comic 😂
The Pitt brain rot continues!!! Love u mean it 🩵🩵🩵
doing ten lines of jealous Robby who gets all pitiful and whiny instead of commanding and rough. who buries his face in Dennis's neck to hide little sniffles as he fucks into him, shaky and deep, whimpering isn't this good? please, I can make you feel good.. love you, den, love you, please.. tell me you're mine.. you are mine, right? all mine?
Your spells are custom-made for you, by you. Usually it doesn’t change much, but tonight you were robbed and as the thief tried to cast one of your spells, he burned to a husk before he finished the first line. Your party takes a step away from the book.
Eddie has always enjoyed giving people nicknames, it’s just something creative he does that makes people stick in his brain. He’s never forgotten a face and it’s mostly because he has names to go with them.
Typically, he refers to acquaintances by their last name, friends by something jokey and embarrassing, and foes by nicknames that are a little mean and cutting.
Then there's Steve Harrington, who falls into his own category entirely.
Before, when he claimed to dislike Steve it would be:
“Perfect Harrington.”
“Steve Harrington the gorgeous with his flowing locks.”
“Guess what Mr. Hot Sports Man did now.”
“Can you believe Beautiful Steve Harrington and his merry band of assholes?”
“God, look at Mr. Distracting showing off his amazing chest again. He’s such a poser.”
“I was trying to order my usual, but then Steve ‘Dreamboat’ Harrington was behind the counter and he used his evil sorcery to make me say ‘1 scoop of vanilla’ by mistake. Now he probably thinks I'm boring.”
He said the names in a mocking tone, but it always ended with just a hint of something longing. His friends would shoot each other knowing looks across the room whenever he came up with a new one for one of his Steve related tirades.
Then they started to become friends and the names took on a more teasing, flirty nature, which then slowly gave way to softer and more tender names like 'Stevie' and 'sweetheart' and 'honey'. The knowing looks from friends became looks that said 'here we go again' and Steve's reactions went from intense, puzzled stares to warm smiles.
One day, when Eddie's running late for their fortnightly movie night, the rest of the party decide to say something about it.
"So, I have to ask," Mike says. "What kind of magic spell have you cast on Eddie?"
Steve looks up and sees that everyone is staring at him. "Huh?" he blinks. "Were you talking to me?"
"Yes Steve, he was talking to you!" Dustin exclaims. "Who else here in this room does Eddie regularly shower with mushy pet names?"
"Okay, they're not 'mushy pet names'," Steve argues, rolling his eyes. "They're just nicknames, he gives everyone nicknames. I don't see why it's a big deal."
"Steve, he gives everyone else nicknames. Yours are something else." Max points out.
"How?"
"How?" Lucas asks. "Steve, last week he walked into me by accident, said 'Sorry Sinclair’ and then turned to you and went 'Hey, angel. How are you today?'." He puts on a sickeningly sweet voice for the second one and Max laughs.
"Yeah and what about that time he threw a sunscreen bottle at Mike and said 'Stay safe, pasty', then saw you putting yours on and said 'Need help getting your back, darling?'" Max adds. Her and Lucas are snickering to each other by the end of it.
Mike frowns. "Don't know why he called me that. He's just as pale as I am."
Will pats him on the back. "Don't worry about it, he called me Bowlcut Junior two days ago when he was asking me to make a perception check."
"Oh so that's what the Bowlcut Senior thing was about," Jonathan mumbles.
"Steve, he likes you," Robin says, clearly spelling it out. "Or at the very least it's obvious you're one of his favourites."
"He does call you an awful lot of things even me and Jonathan wouldn't call each other," Nancy adds carefully.
"Eddie's just a sweet guy," Steve says.
"Eddie Munson is not a 'sweet guy'," Mike retorts, bewildered. "He killed off all of our characters in last week's session because we were ten minutes late."
"I mean if he went to all of that effort planning and preparing everything then you could have at least turned up on time."
"Thanks, mom."
"I did warn you guys he wouldn't be happy with us," Will points out with a grim expression.
Before anything else can be said, Eddie walks in with Gareth and Jeff trailing behind him. Everyone tries their best to look casual. Most fail. Luckily, Eddie's attention is zoned in on two people.
"Hey Sweet Prince, and Henderson and others," Eddie greets them. "I'll be right back, just gotta run to the bathroom because I was checking something under the van just now and it looks like I got into a fight with an octopus."
He lifts his arms, which are covered in oil.
"Oh shit," Steve says. "Yeah, no problem. Feel free to take a shower and borrow some clothes if you want, we'll wait."
"Thanks, sugar." He calls behind him.
The party's eyes are locked on Steve when he turns back to face them, causing him to flinch a little.
"What's up guys?" Gareth says as he and Jeff make themselves at home, finding a spot on the carpet.
"Yeah, you all looked super awkward when we walked in just now," Jeff adds. "What's that about?"
"We were just trying to get it through Steve's head that Eddie is basically in love with him," Robin fills them in. "Also, I don't know if I should be a little offended that we're 'and others'."
"Oh that," Jeff says, way too casual. "Yeah that's been a thing for years. Even back when he was pretending not to like Steve."
"Wait what?" Mike asks.
"Oh yeah, he used to call him things like 'Handsome Harrington' or 'Beautiful Steve Harrington' every time he talked about him," Gareth shrugged.
"Oh shit," Dustin says. "One time I tried to get him to hang out with us and he said no but he called you 'Pretty Boy Steve'."
"Can you guys just let this go?" Steve sighs, clearly getting annoyed. "It's just a thing he does, it doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah, sure," Jeff scoffs. "Keep telling yourself that. What are you trying not to get your hopes up?"
Steve is too quiet for too long, and he hates the way his friends expressions turn sympathetic toward him.
"All I'm saying is, do it back to him and see how he reacts," Gareth says with a knowing smile. "I dare you."
The opportunity doesn't arise until later, when Eddie gets up to go to the kitchen half way through the movie. He comes back with two drinks, one of which he hands to Steve while lifting the other to his lips.
Robin gives him a look that says 'what are you waiting for?' and Steve takes a deep breath before accepting the drink with a casual, "Thanks, babe."
And that’s all it takes.
Eddie’s hand jerks, his brain short-circuits, and the drink completely misses his mouth. A splash of soda hits his chin, and the rest pours out on the Harrington's expensive carpet. Then he just stands there blinking like he’s been hit with a stun spell.
His brain seems to come back online when he sees Steve's shocked gaze switch between him and the liquid soaking into the carpet.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" Eddie shouts, no longer in control of his volume. He sprints to the kitchen and returns just as fast with paper towels, dropping to his knees to try and soak up the spilled beverage. His face is bright red in a way Steve's never seen on him before.
Steve is still frozen, half-standing, watching Eddie frantically blot the carpet like it personally insulted him. The rest of the group is silent for a beat—stunned into stillness by the sheer velocity of Eddie’s reaction.
Then Robin breaks the silence with a quiet, “Oh my god.”
Max snorts. “I think you broke him.”
“Like, for real,” Dustin adds, eyes wide. “That was a full system crash.”
Eddie doesn’t look up. “Don’t mind me, just ruining your house and my dignity in one fell swoop.”
Steve finally moves, crouching down beside him. “Eds, it’s fine. Seriously. It’s just soda.”
Eddie glances up at him, eyes wide and still a little dazed. “You called me babe.”
Steve smiles, soft and a little shy. “Yeah. I did.”
Eddie stares at him for a second longer, then groans and drops his forehead to the carpet. “I’m never gonna recover from this.”
Steve laughs, nudging him gently with his shoulder. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
Eddie lets out a muffled noise that might be a whimper or a laugh, it’s hard to tell. But when he lifts his head again, his face is still red, and his smile is blinding. And Steve forgets they have an audience.
"I think I know a way you can make it up to me," he grins.
"How's that, babydoll?" Eddie asks, confused, but hopeful.
Steve pulls Eddie in for a quick kiss and says, "Take me out tomorrow night, when I finish work?"
"Absolutely," Eddie beams.
Their moment is ruined by fake gagging noises from the kids. "This is worse than Dustin and Suzie serenading each other with Never Ending Story," Lucas comments, receiving a middle finger in response from Dustin.
"I'm assuming band practice is off tomorrow then?" Jeff smirks.
"Sorry guys," Eddie says still looking at Steve with a tender smile. "Something incredibly important just came up."
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