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for @softsteddieseptember event (yes im late lmao)
Communication | Parents | Wrong Number | General | Final wc: 4k | no cw
This was supposed to be the second fic for the Soft September Month (the other is already post and finished) so uhm⌠late but here! Also, my own challenge or just enjoyment was to write mtf Eddie Munson aka Amelia!
A message to the wrong number and the big curiosity and worrisome of famous Amelia E. Munson may be the best not only for Steve Harrington, but his young puppy⌠oh, daughter.
There were nights for partying with friends after a successful concert, fill it with some alcohol, some drugs, and much fun. But now that age arrived to her time, there were also nights like this that were much better after a whole tour.
Amelia Munson would boil some water, prepare a hot black tea with a splash of milk and be in front of her computer to check the last news about Corroded Coffin. Sometimes, most of the time, wouldn't be that healthy to do so, finding some not so nice comments of people that didn't have anything else to do and used this to, somehow, pass the time. They needed a hobby.
What she cared about was the happy fans, especially those who saw themselves on her, wanting to keep going and, very few, showing off how many years they have being following the band. Some even with little kids on their concerts.
Amelia smiled at those, happy that their music would pass to next generations in one way or another. Call her corny, whatever, she liked the idea that even if she wished time ago to have a family, which she couldn't for different reasons, at least little ones would be singing her songs and dressing up like her on Halloweens.
She was lost in her thoughts, looking at pictures the fans posted, when began to hear her phone somewhere on her backpack. At the beginning, she ignored it, but the constant buzzing and the song starting over without the other finishing made her aware of it.
With some laziness, she stood up and stretched before finally taking her phone out of it. Her friends and bandmates knew that after a whole tour like this one, she will turn her phone away to decompress and go back to Earth. She knew it wasn't an emergency because they would have to call to her apartment instead.
As Amelia took the phone, she could see a wave of messages
Here we are at the end of September! Here's a sweet little drabble for @softsteddieseptember prompt "sunrise," but it's technically an epilogue to round out this AU.
Rating: T | CW: implied mpreg | Word Count: 449 | Tags: royalty AU, omega prince Steve, alpha groundskeeper Eddie, married & bonded steddie, bed sharing, pure fluff, implied platonic stobin | ao3
Itâs pretty typical for Steve to wake with the sun, but thereâs something special for it to shine on now. As the first light of morning streams through his window, it falls across him and lands on Eddieâs serene face.
His Alpha. His beloved husband.
He smiles to himself, overwhelmed by the sight. The feeling hasnât diminished since the day before; if anything, itâs more intense today, knowing thereâs nothing at all standing in the way of their future. Not his bride, who had been more than grateful for the engagement to be broken, and whose secret sweetheart struck up a quick and close friendship with Steve. Not his parents, whoâd grudgingly welcomed Eddie into the family as prince consort. Not even his uncertainty as to whether Eddie would be willing to endure the stuffy parties and fake laughter of the upper crust in Hawkins, because Eddie dispelled that notion by agreeing to fittings for a new wardrobe and giggling with Steve through a nuptial banquet, a ball, and an apology visit to his would-be in-lawsâ ancestral home.
After suffering a few weeks of the king and queenâs formalities, theyâre free to spend a while in newlywed bliss. Last night had been spent dancing between the sheets, and tonight is likely to bring more of that kind of pleasure. But for now, in the minutes before Eddie wakes, Steve watches him sleep, with contentment radiating through him like the sunlight through the gap in the curtains.
What will the future hold for them? How will he and Eddie grow together? He has some ideas. One of them, if heâs right about what his own subtle shift in behavior means, could be on its way right now.
Steveâs eyes trace the curve of Eddieâs chin, the natural pout of his lips as heâs sleeping. He lays his hand on Eddieâs chest and savors the rise and fall of every breath. When Eddie stirs, he resists the urge to kiss him awake, because he knows itâll be so much more lovely to watch him remember all over again that he gets to wake up next to Steve.
What will they become? Only time will tell, Steve knows. He knows not to plan too far ahead; his life had been composed of the best-laid plans, and they were all upended when he fell in love. The only thing he knows for certain is that as long as Eddie is with him, heâs willing to be patient. Heâs willing to wait for the future, because their forever is in the presentâthis present moment, with eyelids fluttering and plush lips forming a surprised, delighted ohâand it is far too precious to rush.
written for the @softsteddieseptember week three (september got weird for me after week two idek) prompt "second meeting" | rating: T | wc: 2327 | cw: n/a
Saying yes to the reunion wasnât even really a question for Eddie.
For one â he has nothing but good memories from his time on set for the kidsâ comedy-adventure movie heâd filmed when he wasâŚChrist, Eddie doesnât even remember. Eleven years old, maybe?
Eddie knows heâs one of the lucky few âchild actorsâ who wasnât screwed up in some way by his early foray into the world of Hollywood, but he really did have a blast on set â probably because there were so many other kids. The movie had a big ensemble cast, and while the adult actors did still outnumber the child ones, it wasnât by much, so itâd felt more like a summer camp to eleven-year-old Eddie, with the way ice cream trucks were driven in around lunchtime and playrooms were set up for the younger kids and how they were brought on bonding outings to the zoo and a local amusement park early on in the filming process.
It had all paid off, Eddie supposes, because the film had performed pretty good in the end â good enough for a sequel a few years later, even if it didnât use any of the same actors as the original.
Cut to today, fifteen or so years later, the studio is finally releasing a long-awaited third installment in the franchise, and organizing a reunion of the original cast as part of the promo.
None of them â those now-adult kids from the first movie â have become A-List anythings over the years, least of all Eddie, which is totally fine by him. He didnât really even do too much acting afterwards and eventually his interests tipped over into the music side of things.
Now, heâs living comfortably in the underground music scene, which brings Eddie to his second reason for agreeing so quickly to attend the reunion, because itâs not like heâs not trying to carve out his own space in the world of entertainment, and it couldnât hurt to get a little mostly-free publicity, especially if it related to the project heâs probably still best known for.
So, yeah, Eddie was all for it, and he was still excited by the time he needed to make the trek from Seattle to LA.
The first event on the docket was the true reunion â no cameras, no press, just as much of the cast and crew from the franchise as had RSVPâd yes to the whole shindig in an event space on the second floor of the hotel that the studio had booked out.
It was a little overwhelming at first, honestly, mostly because there were a lot of people who remembered Eddie and not a lot of people Eddie remembered back â such was the nature of being a kid at the time, he supposes. It didnât take too long, though, for him to start running into the kids heâd worked with fifteen years ago.
Itâs funny, honestly, the way theyâd all been stuck as kids in Eddieâs head. He hadnât really kept in touch with anyone beyond the first year or two after filming, so he figures that makes sense, but it still doesnât make it any less crazy to see little El, whoâd only been four when she was cast, five while they were filming, now at the big age of twenty.
He also runs into Dustin, the little kindergartener pest whoâd followed him around on set â heâs twenty-one now apparently, and the tallest of all of them by a mile â then Gareth and Robin whoâd been eight and nine respectively and now are wrapped up with college and stepping firmly into the grown-up world (Eddie was thrilled to hear that Garethâs doing music now too, and Robinâs some kind of global diplomat or something â okay, probably not a global diplomat, but something along those lines because sheâd been a smarty-pants at nine and sheâs clearly still one to this day).
Then Eddieâs path finally crossed with Steve, and holy fucking Christ, had the past fifteen years been kind to Steve Harrington.
He might be the hottest guy Eddieâs ever been in the same room with, and thatâs being objective. What absolutely is not objective is the ridiculous gymnastics act Eddieâs heart had done when Steveâs eyes caught on his, when he saw the way Steve grinned, excused himself from whatever conversation heâd been in to make his way over.
âEddie!â Steve exclaims. He stutter-steps for a moment, arms slightly open like heâs taking a second to assess whether or not Eddieâs a hugger.
Eddie is a hugger, for the record, and he meets Steve in the middle, and, yeah, he fuckinâ smells him â he wonât lie, and he canât help it either. He still has to breathe air, obviously, and if the air in question comes with the faint scent of cherry and lemon zest and something kind of woody he canât put a name to, whatâs he supposed to do about it?
âSteve!â Eddie laughs as they step away from the hug, âHoly shit, what happened to you?â
âGrew up, apparently,â Steve shrugs, still grinning, âSame as the rest of us, I guess. Dude â did you see Dustin? Heâs, like, thirty feet tall now, I swear!â
Out of all the kids in the cast, Eddie had been closest with Steve. He may have been a school grade above Steve, but theyâd only been six-or-so months apart in age, so theyâd been buddies on set, always goofing around and getting scolding by the director for making each other laugh during scenes and running off to play videos games whenever they had a break, and now, even fifteen years later, it doesnât take long for them to fall into an easy rapport.
Eddie learns that Steve still acts â heâs a series regular on a fairly well-received TV show that Eddie had heard of but admittedly never watched, and heâs had a steady flow of projects since he was a kid â and Eddie gets to spend some time rambling about his band and his music.
Steve surprised Eddie by remembering Wayne after all these years, asked how he was doing and what he gets up to now that heâs not accompanying a pre-pubescent Eddie on movie sets. He even talks a little bit about his own parents too â Eddie doesnât remember them in the way Steve had remembered Wayne, probably because they hadnât really been around too much during filming (not any more than they were required to be, at least). Steve talks about how heâs not all that close with them anymore, which Eddie has to imagine is probably the natural consequence for parents who were both overly controlling and chronically uninvolved.
They even talk about dating for a while. Steve tells Eddie about his break-up from a while back â nothing too heartbreaking, just two people who wanted different things out of a relationship. In return, Eddie tells Steve about his heinous break-up from a little over a year ago now.
In the end, they spend the rest of the evening talking. It occurs to Eddie at some point that they're technically supposed to be reunion-ing with everyone else in the room too, but there's something magnetic going on that feels so much like the way he and Steve and been drawn to each other as kids on set but with more, more layered onto it because there's fifteen years worth of more to both of them now, and Steve doesnât seem all that pressed to move on either so, yeah, either way, they talk the rest of the night away until, eventually, some folks from the PR team who organized the whole event circulate a schedule for tomorrow right as some of the venueâs staff starts clearing away any untouched food, and on the whole, Eddie gets the sense that itâs time for them to clear out.
They take their leave not too long later, heading out of the banquet hall and towards the elevators, and Eddieâs not an idiot.
He does recognize that maybe thereâs something going on between him and Steve, and heâd have a pretty good chance at having a really good night if he decided to shoot his shot, butâŚhe doesnât, and neither does Steve.
Steve just gives him a lazy salute before they part ways.
Eddie wonât speak for Steve, obviously â he hasnât truly known Steve since they were in grade school â but he can speak for himself and maybe at his big age of twenty-six, heâs ready to seek out more than just a hook-up. Maybe he wants something bigger and maybe whateverâs going on here is looking like a chance for something like that.
While Eddieâs getting ready for bed, his phone lights up with an Instagram notification â steveharrington started following you.
Eddie bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning over the fact that Steveâs still thinking about him enough to seek him out on Instagram, and before he can even hit the Follow back button, he gets a second notification â a DM with only a phone number (Steveâs phone number, presumably), and then another DM comes through.
text me so i have urs :)
Eddie sends back the salute emoji, then does as told â opens up a new text message, pastes Steveâs number in, and then sends a hey.
(Followed by an iâm cAlliNG FROm iNSIDE yOur HoTEL, becauseâŚwhy not?)
Heâs got a few other missed texts, including one from his agent reminding him that the itinerary for tomorrow is in his inbox, which he thumbs ups in response, and one from Wayne asking how the travel down to L.A. went, which he ignores in favor of texting him iâve met the love of my life
Despite the time difference between Cali and Indiana, Wayne replies back almost immediately.
Oh brother.
actually, Eddie continues texting, more like re-met. remember steve harrington?
Yes.
Then â Cute kid.
you don't know the half of it, Eddie fires back, and then he sends the drooliest emoji he can find.
Keep those details to yourself, boy. Wayne replies, which makes Eddie throw his head back and laugh.
--
The press junket of it all begins bright and early the next morning.
Eddie had known going into everything that heâs not the guy everyone is there to see â thatâll be the cast of this new film, plus the few A-minus-Listers from the previous two â so heâs not surprised when he gets positioned near the back of the group, and next to Steve by chance (by height, more like, since Dustinâs on Steveâs other side). He answers the few questions that come his way every now and then, and spends the rest of the day trading jabs and nudges and funny looks with Steve and wondering what might be the chilliest, most cool and normal way to ask him when he can see him again.
It's kind of agonizing, honestly, because the itinerary had outlined about six hoursâ worth of press, and Eddie feels every single godforsaken moment of it, including the allotted time the reporters surpassed and the transitions between each events that always took too longer and the very generous interpretation of lunch hour one of the aforementioned A-Minus-Listers took, and so heâs not at all shocked to learn that they actually net out at a mean eight goddamn hours.
When all is finally (finally) said and done, Steve catches up with Eddie as heâs grabbing his stuff from the greenroom.
âHey,â Steve says, âUh, I know we wrapped late and you might have places to be, butâŚwould you wanna go grab dinner with me?â
âYes,â Eddie replies immediately, heart doing those same gymnastics again, except, like Olympic-level at this point (collegiate at the very least). He grins, âAw, did you wait âtil everything wrapped so thereâs no fraternizing with the colleagues or whatever?â
âBasically,â Steve shrugs, âDidnât want the whole day to be weird if you werenât, like, feeling it. Feeling the same.â
âUh, donât worry, big guy, I think itâs pretty safe to say Iâm feeling the same.â
A month or two later, all the press starts to come out as the new movieâs release date approaches.
Eddie didnât really think too much of it, honestly â like he said, he knows heâs not the reason anybody would watch those videos, but Wayne still sends him a link to one, and Steve sends a few more.
(you look hot in these, heâd added â Steve, not Wayne, obviously).
Then clips started getting posted to TikTok and Instagram, and then the comments started rolling in, because apparently Steve and Eddieâs time spent goofing off in the back row was not subtle.
loved this movie so much as a kid but WHAT is going on between the two guys in the back
more chemistry going on at a reunion for an early 2000s kidsâ movie than this season of the bachelor
Steve sends him a screenshot of one of them â a TikTok comment that says dear god tell me they were at least single
He follows it up with a text â *please* can i post something â and that pouting emoji that looks remarkably similar to the actual pout Steve hits him with whenever he wants something.
yes yes go ahead my liege Eddie replies.
And itâs honestly kinda pathetic (and cute and endearing and sweet) how quickly he gets an Instagram notification saying that steveharrington mentioned you on their story.
Eddie opens up Steveâs Instagram story to see that, yeah, the bastard had clearly been working on this for a while because heâs got his screenshot of the TikTok comment cropped small and pasted in the bottom corner of a selfie Steve had taken of the two of them last time he visited Seattle, where Steveâs got his face half-tucked into Eddieâs shoulder and Eddieâs hand is squishing Steveâs cheeks. Steveâs got an arrow sticker pointed at the comment, a cheeky little not anymore ;) text box on the other end.
It doesnât take much longer than Eddie reposting the story for his notifications to start blowing up, and all he can really think aside from the SteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteve thatâs been looping around his brain for two months is thank Christ Eddie said yes to that reunion.
It's stupid. He's stupid. It was just sex. Two friends fucking.
He knew that going in.Â
It was his idea for fuck's sake, and he's still the one that's gotten clobbered by it.Â
He's cursed, always forming unrequited attachments, so what did he really think was going to happen here? Stupid, stupid.
âş read the full seventh and final chapter of How To Lose Your Roommate in Six Weeks [rating: e] on ao3!
This chapter fills the prompt "modern au & sunrise" for @softsteddieseptember as well as "ice & love confession" for @steddiesmuttyseptember and "fall" for @steddiebingo.
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This is for week 4 of @steddiesmuttyseptember: "ice" "toys" and @softsteddieseptember "modern au" "sunrise" | rating: E | wc: 2311 | Female Stevie, Transmasculine Eddie Munson |Eddie uses, cunt, pussy, and dick for his bits.
This one goes out to all the freaks in the discord chat. You know who you are đ
Summary: Eddie buys a new toy to use with Stevie.
AO3
The sunrise wakes Eddie with a start, reminding him he forgot to close the blinds after his late night. With a groan, he rolls over and checks his phone with one eye open; the email notification makes him sit up in excitement. He opens it and does a happy little jig. According to the tracking information, the special package he ordered for Stevie should arrive this afternoon and he's bouncing off the walls waiting for her to call.
Part of the gift is in his freezer, getting nice and chilled. It's kind of a two for one exploration. Stevie wanted to try temperature play and he wanted to try⌠whatever this is.
Three weeks ago, while stoned out of his mind, he was jerking off and ran out of lube. Annoyed, he decided to order it online so he could get the bigger bottle and while on the site he got extremely distracted by the fantasy section. So many different types of toys, he was overwhelmed and confused on how to use them.
Three hours later, he was deep in the well of pornhub videos watching silicone knots disappear into holes, and giant horse dicks somehow squeeze inside places they definitely shouldnât. Recommended video after recommended video, he couldnât stop watching; his boxers were soaked, his dick throbbed, and he couldnât stop picturing fucking his girlfriend with every single one.
After jerking off like crazy, he switched back to the toy site and rolled a d20 to figure out which one to buy. He should have sent it to his place, but he didnât know how discrete the discrete packaging really was so he typed in Stevieâs address without a second thought. Eddie still hasnât told her exactly whatâs in the box just that itâs going to be fun for both of them. Now that it's nearly here, he can't seem to think about anything else but stuffing Stevie full.
Itâs been a long morning.
He's tried to distract himself with d&d, then TV, then a nap. Now he's cleaning his room in a desperate attempt to avoid jerking off so he doesn't wear himself out. It's only partially working. Thereâs only so much he can do to take his mind off the special ice cubes waiting patiently for their little vessel. Well according to the product page itâs not exactly little.
One hand reorganizes his dresser, while the other dips past the waist band of his sweats, rubbing along his dick. He clenches his thighs as he does so, hoping to give himself some more stimulation.
It's taking all his concentration not to give in and rub one out that he almost misses his phone ring. With a yelp, he dives over the bed and snags it, sliding the answer button to open up the video call.
âHey, Eds.â Stevie smiles when she comes into view. Her pretty brown hair is fluffed up and gorgeous, make up perfect, and eyes twinkling.
âHey, beautiful.â Eddie replies trying to seem cool and collected. His flushed cheeks and blown pupils aren't doing him any favors; based on her smile, Stevie knows exactly what he's been doing.
âThe box came.â There's a mischievous smile on her lips. She turns the camera to the open box, the toy nestled in it's soft packaging with a pump wrapped around it. Holy shit.
âCome over.â Is all she says before the screen goes black.
Eddie snags his keys off his bedside table, sprints down the hall, and pulls the frozen tray out of the freezer, tosses it into a nearby grocery bag, slips on his shoes, and hops in the van.
Driving way above the speed limit, Eddie thanks his lucky stars that he doesn't see a single cop on the way. He parks crooked on the driveway and barely remembers to turn the van off and pocket the keys before he's sprinting to the front door.
He doesn't even have to knock before Stevie's yanking the door open and smashing their lips together. Her hands twist into his hair as she pulls him the rest of the way inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
âHello to you too.â He chuckles as his hands wind around her waist. Pulling her flush against him, he groans when she nips him lightly.
âWhat were you thinking when you bought this thing, Eds?â Stevie laughs when they finally come up for air. There's no way he can justify this, so he just shrugs.
âI watched Alien and then Shape of Water back to back while high as shit, then jerked off, had to buy lube, and one thing led to another.â Trailing off, he pulls the ice tray out of the bag in his hand with a smirk. Stevie takes the ice and stares at them for a moment before taking a huge breath.
âMy room. I already laid down a few towels.â Stevie takes Eddie's hand and leads him up the stairs as quickly as she can.
Once at the top, Eddie snags Stevie around the waist and tosses her over his shoulder, carrying her down the hall. She shrieks happily as Eddie smacks her cute ass as it wiggles back and forth.
Tossing Stevie on the bed, Eddie crawls over her, kissing along her neck. His hands slide under her shirt and cup her tits, groaning when the flesh spills out of his hands. He rubs the pads of his thumbs along her nipples, sucking a bruise into her neck.
Stevie pushes on his shoulder, forcing him onto his heels, whips her shirt across the room, and goes to push down her shorts. Eddie quickly follows suit and soon they're both bare.
âFull disclosure baby. I forgot to bring my strap.â Eddie smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. With a laugh, Stevie reaches into her bedside drawer, tossing her own harness onto the bed. âThank you darling.â Eddie tips an imaginary hat.
It takes him a bit longer than usual to slip into the straps and attach the new toy, the tube with the pump at the end dangles a little funny and he has to figure out how to tuck it in. Cold water drips onto the bed as Eddie pushes the little egg shaped ice cubes into the shaft of the toy; he slips a few silicone eggs in, then heâs ready. When he looks back up, heâs treated to the site of Stevie with two fingers buried inside her cunt, moving them back and forth lazily.
âI was going to do that.â Eddie pouts playfully as he crawls closer, setting his hands on either side of Stevieâs hips. A bit of cold water drips from the tip of the cock onto Stevieâs stomach making her hiss.
âWe have a time limit with those bad boys.â She wraps her hand around the shaft, whimpering softly when she feels the bumps of the eggs. He knows he has to move quickly, but he can't resist pushing three fingers inside her pussy, groaning at the feeling.
âGod baby you're soaked.â He moans, curling his fingers against Stevie's g-spot, grinning wide when she cries out. Pulling away his hand, Eddie lines up with Stevie's entrance. He watches her pretty pussy clench around nothing a few times before giving her what she needs.
âOh shit that's so cold.â Stevie whines as the shaft slowly enters her. Shuddering against the feeling, Stevie tries to shimmy away; but, Eddie yanks her back down.
âI know baby, I know. You gotta warm it up for me okay?â Eddie whispers, pulling out a little then thrusting back in. It's a little difficult given the soft nature of the thing, but he makes it work. Keeping his pace slow and steady, he reaches down to rub Stevie's clit with freezing hands.
âOh, shit.â Stevie gasps, bucking up into Eddie hand.
âYou like that baby?â Eddie grins. When she nods, he reaches over to the ice tray and grabs one of the spare egg cubes. His eyes never leave her face as he lowers it to her clit, rubbing little circles on the nub.
Stevieâs cry of shock quickly turns to a moan of pleasure as the heat radiating off her pussy melts the ice. Cold water runs down her slit, meeting the base of the toy.
Eddie can't take anymore. He thrusts his hips forward until he's buried as far as he can go, then grabs the little squeeze ball.
âI'm gonna breed your sweet cunt, baby girl. Make you round with my clutch until they hatch.â Eddie groans pumping the little ball as he pulls out slowly. The eggs slip out of the toy and stay inside Stevie's pussy, keeping her full and pressing on her inner walls.
âHoly shit. It's so cold, it feels so good.â Stevie whines, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The ice eggs are a little easier to get inside since they've partially melted, but the silicone eggs struggle through.
Eddie grabs the shaft and milks the eggs up until one after the other pop inside his little incubator. When he pulls out, Stevieâs stuffed full; a mix of lube, her pre, and cold water, leaks out of her pussy and runs down her ass. He presses on the top of her cunt, groaning when he feels the eggs inside.
âDoes that feel good, baby?â Eddie murmurs, eyes wide and dark with lust. Stevie only nods, gasping from the pleasure/pain of the cold and the pressure. âYou like being bred by this alien freak, don't you?â Without waiting for her answer, he crawls between her legs so he's eye level with her pussy.
Spreading her open, he moans low in his throat when her hole clenches. Unable to resist, he licks a broad stroke over her pussy, groaning at the cool skin against his lips. Stevie cries out and winds her hand into his hair holding him in place.
âYou want to cum and then lay my eggs, baby?â Eddie asks. He licks up the mix of fluids leaking from inside her stuffed cunt. The ribbed silicone egg rubs against his tongue when he slips it in Stevie's hole, swirling around the egg and pushing the toy into her g-spot.
âOh, fuck.â Stevie gasps, thrusting into his face. With a grin, he sucks her clit into his mouth, rolling the little nub between his teeth. He flicks his tongue against it, then using his finger, he pushes the eggs deeper inside Stevie's pussy.
âCum for me, mama.â Eddie growls thrusting his finger in time with the flicks of his tongue.
Stevieâs legs shake and her back bows off the bed as she clenches hard around the eggs. Eddie can feel her body wanting to push them out, but he holds them in.
âThey're not ready yet, sweetheart. You gotta keep them in a little bit longer.â He whispers. Once Stevie settles back down, Eddie stands and removes the harness.
Getting back on the bed, he kneels between Stevie's legs and spreads them wide. He has a perfect view of her entrance so he sits back on his heels, spreading his own legs a bit. He reaches down and strokes over his cunt, moaning at how wet he is. Dipping two fingers inside, he thrusts hard from the start.
âYou're so wet baby. I can hear it from here.â Stevie groans and attempts to move forward. Eddie holds her still as he curls his fingers, crying out as he hits his g-spot. He rubs along the spot, getting closer and closer to the edge.
âI want to watch you lay them.â Eddie gasps, adding another finger.
Stevie wraps a hand around each knee, lifting her legs higher. His eyes never leave her pussy as she clenches down. Her hole stretches to accommodate the girth then the egg pops out.
âOh fuck.â Eddie whines. With his free hand, he takes his dick between two fingers, stroking quickly.
âAnother one's coming.â Stevie moans, pushing a second egg out. This one pops out a little easier and shoots down the bed a bit. Eddie's so close, the sounds of his wet cunt are so loud in the quiet room.
âThere's one more baby. Push it out for me.â He says breathlessly. It's the biggest one, Eddie needs to see it.
Stevie bares down again, the bottom of the egg is barely visible. It doesn't come out as easily as the others; she relaxes her muscles for a moment and the egg gets sucked back in. They both gasp in pleasure.
Stevie takes a deep breath before baring down again, the egg finally pushing out of her. It's slow going at first, she whines at the stretch. Eddie's panting as he moves his hands faster.
âThis is the hottest thing I've ever seen.â He whines. âI'm so close.â
The last silicone egg finally slips out with a distinct popping sound. Stevieâs pussy pulses as she relaxes, then Stevie does the unthinkable.
She picks up the eggs and pushes them all back inside. Eddie's eyes roll into the back of his head as cums hard enough to see stars.
âFuck, fuck.â He cries as he rides it out, thrusting his fingers faster to prolong the feeling.
When he can't take anymore, he pulls his hands off himself and flops down on top Stevie. The motion causes one of the eggs to slip back out and he groans.
âThat was fun.â Stevie whispers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Eddie turns to give her a proper kiss and grins.
âYou liked being my incubator then?â Eddie murmurs. Stevie smacks him lightly in the shoulder for his wording but laughs.
âDo they sell bigger ones?â Stevie asks with a sly smile.
With a burst of energy, Eddie dives for his phone and opens up his browser.
"Do you ever switch it up?" Eddie asks, laying in bed next to Steve. He might miss this part the most when this ends, the full bed. The warmth of Steve, right at his side.
"What do you mean?" Steve asks, phone in his hand, scrolling. Not really paying attention to Eddie, at least not fully.Â
"Are you versatile, you know, like, do you pitch and catch?"
Steve puts his phone down on his chest, and turns his head to look at Eddie, "I only played first base."
Then he grins. Steve's teasing. Poking fun at him for the sports metaphor that sounded wrong coming off Eddie's tongue.
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This chapter fills the prompt "toys & vers" for @steddiesmuttyseptember and "wrong number" for @softsteddieseptember.
For @softsteddieseptember prompt "eavesdropping," @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt "wedding night," and @steddiebingo prompt "'Forever?' / 'Why not?'"
Technically part 4/5, but hopefully works as a standalone. Previously: part 1, part 2, and part 3.
Rating: E | CW: unreasonable parental expectations, forced arranged marriage, light angst | Word Count: 4,356 | Tags: royalty AU, omega prince Steve, alpha groundskeeper Eddie, emotional hurt/comfort, eloping, bonding sex | ao3
âYour Majesty, I regret to inform you that I wonât be getting married to the girl you chose for me, because Iâm in love with the groundskeeper.â
Steve wrinkles his nose. The long carpet muffles his pacing footfalls, but they echo in his head, regardless.
âDo you remember when I was little, and I told you I never wanted to get married unless I was in love?â
He shakes his head.
âMom, DadâI found an Alpha on my own. Heâs been courting me and everything.â
âFuck,â he whispers, out loud. None of his potential arguments sound like theyâll convince his parents to call off his engagement, but he knows he has to try. For himself, but also for Eddie. He has to try for the sake of his Alpha.
WellâŚnot his Alpha. Not yet, even though Eddie said heâs willing to take that step as soon as Steve is readyâsomething he needs to prove to himself wouldnât be a selfish act, trapping Eddie into a life heâd hate. Maybe he can abdicate, and they can live a simple life together in town.
But theyâll never get that chance if heâs married off to the first girl whose parents agreed to the arrangement. Eddie also offered to join him at breakfast with the king and queen, if only for moral support, but Steve had told him to stay put. Having Eddie hear them snipe at Steve about being âunreasonableâ would be a recipe for disaster.
They returned from their trip to the prospective in-lawsâ manor house overnight, some time between Eddie scenting Steve all over and the two of them falling asleep in each othersâ arms. It was akin to torture, leaving Eddie in bed before taking the time to sink into the beginnings of an actual den together, but heâd promised himself to make the confrontation quick. After a kiss for luck, Eddie had told him, âGo get âem, tiger,â and heâd marched all the way down to the foyer, only to stop outside the dining room and start pacing as heâd realized he had no idea what to say.
All the pacing has made him late, and thatâs not a great start. So he resolves to just speak from the heart, takes a deep breath, and closes the distance between himself and the double doors, where he stops again at the sound of his fatherâs voice echoing in the cavernous room.
ââŚrather not wait, either. You know how excited he is to move forward with his royal duties.â
âHeâll be delighted, Iâm sure,â Steveâs mother agrees. âHeâs always been so eager to start a family. He can get started right away.â
âLord knows itâll be a relief to me, too!â
Listening to their insincere laughter, Steve leans closer to the door. He notices itâs slightly ajar, explaining how he can hear them so clearly through the heavy wood. He tilts his head so that his ear is closer to the gap.
Once the laughter dies down, the king goes on, âTo thinkâin a year or two, weâll have a new generation of Harringtons.â
Steve rolls his eyes.
âKnowing our boy, itâll be sooner,â the queen says.
âOh, donât say that,â the king chides.
âI donât mean anything untoward, Richard!â she protests. âIâm only saying they could get started as soon as tomorrow night.â
âYou wonât find me tempting fate with talk like that, anyway,â the king says. âNot until heâs got that ring on his finger.â
âWell, itâs a good thing youâll only have to wait another day, then.â
Steveâs blood turns to ice in his veins. âTomorrow nightâ? âOnly another dayâ? Does that meanâ?
âWhen are the guests set to arrive?â
Thereâs a short pause, then the king answers thoughtfully, âMid-afternoon, if I recall. That way Steve will have the opportunity to get to know the bride over dinner. That reminds me: make sure his nice suit is laid out for him to greet the wedding party tonight.â
âWhat do I look like, his valet?â the queen scoffs, but Steve is hardly listening anymore. In fact, the kingâs response is lost entirely as he stumbles away from the door.
He stares at the gap like it personally wronged him. Then he turns on his heel and sprints back down the corridor, up the stairs, and all the way to his chambers, where he charges through the door like heâs being chased.
âSteve! How didâŚ?â Eddie trails off, the smile fading from his face as he sits up straighter in bed. âSteve?â
Steve swallows. He knows he must look manic, but he canât be bothered to hide it. He can barely pull together the wherewithal to mutter, âTomorrow.â
âTomorrow? I donât understand, whatâsâ?â
âThe wedding.â He swallows again. Itâs useless; his throat is still bone-dry as he croaks out, âThe wedding is tomorrow.â
Eddie raises his eyebrows. Cautiously, he says, âOur wedding?â
All Steve can do is look at him.
âSteve. Please tell me youâre talking about us. Because if youâre telling me youâre supposed to be getting married to someone else tomorrow, thenâŚâ
He feels his lip trembling, senses his own scent going sour with distress. Still, pitiful eye contact is all he can muster.
âShit,â Eddie mumbles, shooting to his feet. Heâs with Steve in a fraction of a second, holding him close and cocooning him in heady vanilla. Steve breathes it in like heâs surfacing from a lake while Eddie murmurs, âShh. Itâs okay, sweetheart. Itâs okay.â
âWe wereâŚsupposed to haveâŚa few months,â Steve manages between hiccuping breaths. With his face pressed against the side of Eddieâs neck, he sobs even harder than he did the day he learned of the engagement. âA few monthsâŚto convince themâŚâ
Then it all comes crashing down on him: to convince them of what? To convince the king to let his only heir, the key to his dynasty, leave royalty behind altogether? That had never been in the cards. If Steve tried something like that, it would be a one-way ticket to getting locked in a tower like some kind of tragic damsel in a fairytale. Not only would Eddie be banished from the castle groundsâor worseâbut Steve would never get to walk in the garden again. He would never be trusted to slip away to his special place among the juniper and ivy. And without the two of them tending it, the garden itself would grow into something unruly that, while undoubtedly still beautiful, would catch the queenâs negative attention, prompting her to have it all mown down in favor of something tacky and artificial.
âSteve,â Eddie coos, âthereâs still time.â
âTime for what?â Steve sobs. âTime to run away? Disappear? Because thatâs the only thing I can think of. And I hate to say it, but Iâm not exactly prepared to live on the road or in the wilderness or something.â
âI think youâre underestimating yourself,â Eddie says. âBut thatâs not what I was going to suggest, anyway. Wellânot entirely.â
His words at least confuse Steve enough to distract him from his tears. âWhat?â
âWe could run away. JustâŚtemporarily.â
âWhat good would that do? The wedding can wait for me to get back.â
âNot if youâre already married.â
Steve narrows his eyes.
Eddie kisses him, quick and rough, then continues to cradle his face in his hands as he says, âWe could elope.â
âEddieââ
âI mean it! I have a buddy who works at the chapel in town. He can make it official.â
Steve sighs. âThatâs all well and good, but theyâll just have it annulled, and then theyâll banish you.â
âThen I guess weâll just have to be bonded before they do.â
He studies Eddieâs face for his usual humor, but comes up short. âEddie, thatâsâŚthatâs really sweet of you, butâŚâ
âBut what?â
âWhat youâre suggesting, I meanâŚforever? Really? Youâre willing to put up with me and all this royal bullshit forever?â
âWhy not?â InfuriatinglyâendearinglyâEddie actually shrugs and wrinkles his nose along with his easy smile. There must still be some doubt in Steveâs expression, because he turns serious in an instant, the tenderness of his fingers on Steveâs cheek doing far more to convey his devotion than words ever could.
âYou hate the idea of royalty,â Steve protests, though his voice quavers, uncertain.
âBut I love you.â Eddieâs hand rakes through the hair at Steveâs temple, then circles back down to cradle his jaw. âDarling, I would do anything for you. Youâre all I need.â
Again, Steve carefully takes in every inch of Eddieâs face, but he struggles to find any trace of insincerity. âYou really mean that, donât you?â he whispers.
âI do,â Eddie replies. He smiles. âI really, really do.â
Steve takes a deep breath and says, âThen I promise you this: if you spend the rest of your life with me, weâll be the last kings Hawkins ever knows.â
The ceremony was simple. Eddie found his friend at the tavern next door to the chapel, and the bemused patrons were their witnesses. Steveâs instinct had been to make the affair as private as possible, but Eddie had pointed out that the more people in town got to share the moment with them, the harder itâll be for the king and queen if they react badly. Because Eddie has long been a presence at the tavern, and because Steve is as well-liked as a somewhat reclusive prince can be, everyone there seemed happy enough to attend their weddingâespecially so when Steve, overcome with the heady feeling of being told to kiss his husband, bought another round for everyone.
It seems the news traveled faster than they could, too.
As they approach the castle gates on Steveâs horse, Sir Hopper himself comes striding up the drive with purpose and greets them as, âYour Highness, andâŚYour Highness.â Several emotions do battle across his brow, though his uncertainty and mild annoyance are no match for the strength of his convictions, and Steve is fairly certain his amusement at the kingâs plans going to hell are going to come away victorious.
âWhy are you on duty? Shouldnât you be on your honeymoon?â Eddie asks.
Hopper ignores the question, looks directly at Steve, and says, âHer Majestyâs been looking for you, I hear.â
âWhat for?â Steve says innocently. He quirks a daring eyebrow and feels Eddie muffling his laughter at the nape of his neck.
âYour fiancĂŠe and her family are set to arrive soon.â
âFiancĂŠe?â Steve furrows his brow and puts on a dramatic frown. âBut Iâm already married.â With Eddie still giggling into his collar, he lets go of the reins and holds his hand up. The sun glints on the golden band Eddie slipped onto his finger a couple hours ago.
Hopper smirks. âI hope you know what youâre getting yourself into,â he remarks.
âAny tips on married life?â Steve jokes in return.
âI think thatâs a little above my pay grade, kid. Iâm just here to tell you your motherâs in a tizzy.â
âYouâre not going to march me to the throne room, are you?â
âAnd ruin your big day? Joyce wouldnât ever let me hear the end of it.â
Steve smiles. Thatâs why he likes Hopperâheâs always been the only one of the royal guard to treat him like a normal guy, and to treat his parentsâ orders as optional. Really, itâs the same reason Steve fell for Eddie, and why he had such a rapport with Wayne before he retired and passed down the groundskeeper job.
Itâs subdued, but Hopper smiles back. After a moment, he sighs, pretending to be put-upon. âNow if you donât mind, Iâve got some royal nuisance to round up. Have either of you come across this guy called âSteedâ?â
âNever heard of him,â Steve quips. âWeird to be named after a horse, though.â
âThatâs what I thought, too. You know, when the queen interrupted my honeymoon to have me to look for him.â He sighs again, though he canât seem to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching upward. âWell, then. You gentlemen keep an eye out, and let me know if you see him.â With that, Hopper gives a casual salute and marches off in the direction of his quarters, just outside the castle grounds. Over his shoulder, he calls, âAnd congratulations.â
The whole way to the stables, Steve and Eddie both shake with barely-contained laughter, doing their best not to spook the horse or draw attention to themselves.
On the threshold of his chambers, the full weight of what theyâre doing hits Steve. Not in a bad or even an overwhelming way, but in the sense that heâs about to get everything he dreamed of. For once, he refuses to look at it critically, analyzing all the implications; he simply lets the warmth of his new reality radiate through his chest.
Eddie Munson, forever his Eddie.
He whirls to look at him. âI love you,â he says, unable to hold it in.
Smiling, Eddie replies, âI love you.â
Steve crowds into his space, reaches past him to latch the door. He also uses the moment as a shameless excuse to drink in Eddieâs scent, bright and sweet. He closes his eyes and whispers, âShow me.â
He senses Eddie shifting into a squat. Itâs the only warning that heâs about to be literally swept off his feet. Eddie chuckles at the surprised yelp that escapes him, and as he carries Steve to bed (Our bed, Steve reminds himself), he says, âI intend to show you just how much you mean to me, sweetheart.â
âTell me, too?â
âYou mean the world.â He gently lays Steve across the sheets and crawls in after him. With his face hovering inches away, he adds, âI would rearrange the stars for you.â
âYou already have.â Their lips meet, and as Eddie kisses himâmore slow and deliberate than he ever hasâhe smiles at the truth of it. If not for Eddie, he would be dreading a loveless, cordial marriage at sunrise. He would be biding his time until he can finally take over the kingdom, hoping it might finally make him happy.
He doesnât have to wait. Not anymore. Heâs happy now, fortune be damned. The stars were no match for his Alpha.
Steve also canât imagine the happiness of ruling over Hawkins would ever hold a candle to the joy flooding him now, the sparks of it that fly wherever Eddie touches him. Itâs grounding; wonderful. The very essence of comfort.
âHow else should I show you, then?â Eddie asks. His lips sweep over Steveâs cheek to caress the edge of his jaw.
âMake me yours.â Steve swallows to keep from drooling at the feeling of Eddieâs teeth on his skin. âI want you to mark me, so everyone can see.â
Eddie already knows that much, but he must like hearing it again, because he groans into the crook of Steveâs neck, and his hand flexes on Steveâs waist. Heâs so close to the right spot; in fact, he nudges it with his nose and inhales deeply. âMm. You smell so perfect.â
âWhat do I smell like?â Steve canât help asking, even here in his marriage bed. Then again, maybe itâs the perfect time to ask. Heâs always been curious how his scent comes across to other people, and his husband seems like the right person to describe it.
âLike jasmine and honeysuckle,â Eddie murmurs, and he takes another deep breath. It comes back out on a contented sigh. âLike a summer evening.â He kisses the spot where itâs most concentrated and smooths his hand down over Steveâs hip.
âItâll be stronger if Iâm naked,â Steve giggles.
âHm. Good point.â
âYouâll need to return the favor, of course.â
âOf course,â Eddie echoes, lifting his head and wrinkling his nose in playful disbelief. âYou think I would deny you that? You think I would be so cruel?â
âNo, but itâs polite to ask.â
He exhales a laugh, and they make quick work of their clothes. They hadnât bothered with anything too formal for the wedding itself, knowing they wouldnât want to deal with so many buttons and buckles afterward, and theyâd hardly cared what they would look like anyway. Steve silently thanks his past self for that decision as he settles against a fully nude Eddie in a matter of seconds, breathing his uninhibited vanilla-almond scent.
Skin to skin, with heat passing directly between them, the anticipation builds exponentially. Before long, Steveâs hands rub every inch of Eddie that they can reach. His cock stirs, he aches to be filled, and he can even feel his pulse in his toes. âEddie, I need you.â
âHow?â The breathlessness of it gives away how far gone Eddie is, too.
âOn my back,â he murmurs. âI want to see your face.â
âAs you wish,â Eddie replies, and he rolls them both over to hover over Steve, holding himself aloft on shaking arms.
Steve uses the new leverage it affords him to spread his legs and bracket Eddieâs hips with his knees. The sudden abundance of his scent on the air has a beautiful effect on Eddie, whose eyes widen as his nostrils flare.
âFuck,â he hisses.
âThatâs the idea,â Steve quips.
The result is a grin and a gentle glare. âI think Iâll be making love to you from now on, Highness,â Eddie counters.
âI hope that doesnât mean youâll be gentle all the time. Highness.â
âOpposite, really. I wonât hold back.â
âPlease donât.â He knows Steveâs limits better than anybody, perhaps even Steve.
âJust because youâre precious to me doesnât mean I wonât give you just what you need.â
âThen do it. Give me what I need.â
Eddie sighs another laugh and leans down for another kiss. Itâs sweet and chaste, just like the one that surprised Steve in the garden last week, and he realizes what Eddie had been trying to tell him back then, consciously or not:Â âI love you, darling. I always did.â
One of the hands that have been all over Steveâs chest disappears, and a moment later heâs being stretched open, the head of Eddieâs cock sliding past his entrance, leading the way for the rest of him. Steve wouldnât be sure where to separate his whine and Eddieâs low hum if he wanted toâthough of course, he doesnât. Theyâre too perfect in harmony with each other.
âEddie,â Steve breathes when he stills, buried to the hilt. He reaches up to brush away the hair thatâs falling across Eddieâs face, tucking it behind his ear. âI think you were made for me.â
âIâŚgod, thereâs something about being inside you while I can look in your eyes,â Eddie replies.
âYou know what might make it better?â
âMm?â
Steve cups his hand at the back of Eddieâs neck and pulls him closer. He cranes his neck to put his lips right by Eddieâs ear. âGive me your knot,â he reminds him in a husky whisper.
âFuck. Steve.â
âGet yourself all ready to blow and then stay put. I want it so bad.â
âI know, baby, I know.â
âThen move for me, Eds.â
Eddie rocks his hips, and they both gasp.
âLike that. Holy shit, yes, like that,â Steve babbles.
He moves again, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming home again. Itâs deeper than Eddieâs gone since the first time, when theyâd both been a little deliriousâSteve from his heat, Eddie from the effect it had on his instincts. How heâs managed to give the illusion of being so wild and rough without daring to go all the way again, Steve will never be able to understand. Nor will he ever be able to go back, knowing what itâs like to have Eddie all the way inside him without a thick hormonal fog making the memory hazy.
Steve intends to remember this with perfect clarity. He plants a special corner in his mindâs garden, each flower calling to mind a specific sensation. Vanilla orchids pop up all around as heâs surrounded by Eddieâs scent. Woody honeysuckle vines cling to every surface the same way his own scent clings to Eddieâs skin. Phlox the same pale pink of Eddieâs flushed cheeks carpets the groundâa bed as safe and welcoming as Eddieâs arms. And at the center of it all, thereâs a peach tree in full bloom, sure to yield fruit just as sweet as the feeling of being joined with Eddie this way.
âSteve,â Eddie sighs. His rhythm, steady thus far, stutters as his knot catches on Steveâs rim, and suddenly thereâs only so far he can move. Even with Steve wetter than heâs ever been outside of a heat, it would take some serious force to pull them apart now.
âI feel it,â Steve gasps. âKeep going. Make me yours, Eddie.â As if to drive the point home, he wraps his legs around Eddie, pressing his heel against the small of his back.
Once again nosing at Steveâs neck, Eddie hums and murmurs, âForever.â Thereâs not a hint of trepidation in it. Only pure amazement and adoration.
âForever,â Steve echoes. âYours forever.â
Eddie mouths at his skin, then experimentally scrapes at it with his teeth.
Alpha fangs against that most sensitive spot send a jolt of pleasure down Steveâs spine and flood his whole body with white-hot want. Suddenly, it feels like his skin is on fire, and he whimpers and writhes eagerly. âEddieâŚplease, mark me. Please, pleaseâŚâ
His hands scrabble at Eddieâs sides, desperate to hold on to him but too frantic to keep still. And then Eddie is sinking his teeth into Steveâs tender flesh, and he barely breaks the skin before Steve feels the wonderful snap that has his body arching into Eddieâs and jerking against him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him, only growing more intense the longer Eddieâs mouth stays latched onto him.
Eddie whines just as Steveâs orgasm is finally waning. Thorns of arousal still prickle at him, though, and he begs, âPlease, Eddie.â
It seems to be just what he needs, because Eddie shudders, his moans muffled against Steveâs skin, and Steve feels what heâs longed for all these months. Eddieâs cock twitches so violently that he doesnât even need to keep thrusting. He comes to a halt with his hips pressed close, his cock as deep as itâll go, filling Steve with more cum than Steve was aware he could produce. At least, it feels that way; maybe thatâs just the knot talking.
Regardless, it tips him right over the edge again. He cries out and clutches Eddieâs shoulders to keep from floating away as heâs overtaken by another, more powerful onslaught. His muscles seize up beyond his control, so tight itâs almost painful, but he doesnât care. Eddie is still coming, still pumping more cum into him, and a second orgasm was inevitable. Plus, itâs not only more pleasure for himself, but itâs also bound to leave him a quivering mess that Eddie will be all too glad to soothe to sleep.
âSteve,â Eddie breathes as soon as he can make himself pull his teeth away. Heâs coming down now, but theyâre still held together, and he licks at the new mark, soothing the sting. âMy precious omega.â
âThank you,â Steve whispers. âThank you, thank youâŚâ
âNo, thank you, sweetheart.â He chuckles. âThey say bonding is more intense than regular sex, butâŚwow.â
âWow,â Steve agrees with a breathless giggle.
âSoâŚâ
He quirks an eyebrow as Eddie lifts his head to make eye contact. âSo?â
Eddie grins wide. âWhat should we name our first?â
Steve laughs and slaps his shoulder halfheartedly. âYou canât even pull out yet, and you wanna talk baby names?â
âI was thinking something floral, or at least garden-y. What about Juniper? Could call them Junie for short.â
He smiles up at his Alpha. After a beat of contented silence, he remarks, âYouâre such a romantic, you know that?â
ââCourse I do. And I know you love me for it.â Eddie smiles back, wrinkling his nose. He moves his hand to the mark he left and smooths his thumb over it.
âI do,â Steve says.
âThe question isâŚwhat will the king and queen think of their new son-in-law?â
âI donât think theyâll be able to do anything but accept you as you are.â He swallows. âBesides, I think if they havenât tried to bust the door down, they might be more okay with it than I realized.â
Eddie raises his eyebrows. âIs that a possibility? Them trying to barge in on us like this?â
âSure. ButâŚI think weâre safe. Thereâs no way they havenât gotten word by now. Theyâre probably busy doing damage control, and I have a feeling tomorrow might be tense, but thatâll probably be the worst of it.â
âReally? They wonât try to do something heinous to pull us apart?â
Steve shakes his head. âTheyâre not evil, just stupid and shallow. They wonât want to cause a scene. And if we go down to breakfast together, dressed up like a nice royal coupleââ
Eddie interrupts him with a disgusted groan, but heâs still got a fond smile on his lips.
âIf we show up acting like being together is the most natural thing in the world,â Steve goes on, grinning back, âthen they might even think you got their blessing to begin with.â
Clearly surprised in his amusement, Eddie asks, âThe plan is to make them feel like theyâve gone insane or something? Pretend Iâve been courting you all this time?â
âHavenât you?â Steve can practically feel the mischievous sparkle in the gaze he fixes on Eddie.
Under it, Eddie blushes. âWell, I guess so. If you consider fucking around and refusing to admit how hard I was pining for you âcourting.ââ
âI do.â
He narrows his eyes, and his tone is one of faux-suspicion when he remarks, âYou keep saying those words today, huh? Do they mean something?â
Steve laughs some more, and he tugs Eddie closer to kiss him silly.
for @softsteddieseptember week 4 prompts "communication" "eavesdropping" "parents" | rating: G | WC: 2626 | cw: hate crimes (past) | This is a sequel to A Long Time Coming but can be read as a standalone. | title is a reference to "you've got a friend" by Carole King
Summary: After band practice, the CC boys confront Eddie about his relationship with Steve.
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There's been a weird energy in Garethâs garage through all of band practice. He's sure it has to do with Steve. The guys havenât really warmed up to him as much as Eddie hoped, so heâs been waiting for them to say something. It seems like Steve dropping him off is the straw that broke the camelâs back.
Normally, Eddie drives himself but Steve wants to take him to dinner and the drive in tonight. Steve carried his amp inside and kissed him gently before promising to pick him up later. Eddie waved goodbye with a soft smile and ever since, the vibeâs been weird.
They're wrapping up when Eddie finally snaps. Everyone is quietly putting their instruments away and winding up cords when Eddie snaps the case to his sweetheart closed. He turns to his friends with a calculating stare.
âOkay, what's up?â He demands, crossing his arms.
âNothing, man.â Bear says unconvincingly. But then, Bear did hate confrontation so he's not surprised.
Eddie doesn't acknowledge that, nor does he bother to look at Jeff. Jeff has three siblings, he doesn't flinch under pressure. So, he glares at Gareth, knowing he's going to be the one to crack. It takes less than a minute.
âWhy the hell are you dating, Harrington?â He explodes. Even though he knew it was coming, Eddie's still shocked.
âBecause I can.â He answers a lilt of confusion in his tone.
âBut, what do you see in him man?â Jeff jumps in. âHe's a stuck up jock with daddy's money and a savior complex.â
âNo he isn't. He was a stuck up jock before, but he's changed into a better person, no longer bound by the crutches of high school prejudice, he's grown out of judging people. Just like I've grown out of it. I thought you guys did too.â His arms hold himself tighter, disappointed in his friends. They haven't bothered to get to know Steve at all since he's been coming around; hell, he didn't stick around for practice because they give him the cold shoulder every time he does. Steve didn't want him to choose between him and the band, probably because he thought Eddie would choose the band.
âI love him.â He says confidently.
âHe doesn't love you!â Gareth insists, jumping to his feet and getting into his face. âHe's using you. He's probably waiting for Nancy Wheeler to drop Johnathon and leading you on to get his dick wet in the mean time; playing gay with the freak until she's back on the market. Hell, he'll probably wait until she puts out to break it off with you!â He's pacing now, waving his hands back and forth as he rants. âIf he even bothers to tell you! Guys like that? Heâll stop returning your calls the second heâs got his girl.â
Eddie doesn't say anything. He just lets them continue, wants to see how deep of a hole they're willing to dig themselves.
âYeah, who better to fuck around with than a guy the town already hates?â Jeff says. âIf you admit to anyone that you two hooked up, it'll get you killed and he'll walk away scot free with a key to the city.â
âAre you done?â Eddie asks with a quirked brow. He knows why they're saying this shit, he just doesn't want to hear anymore.
âWe're worried about you man. That's all. Weâve seen you here before, smitten about a someone who barely considers you better than the gum on their shoe. You're always the one whoâs fucked over while they're off doing whatever.â Bear whispers. âWe just don't want you to get hurt again.â There's genuine fear in his voice now. Gareth puts a hand on Bear's shoulder and squeezes once. Turning to Eddie, he takes a deep breath.
âSteve and you know who run in the same circles. They're families are friends. I know you believe Steve won't hurt you like that, but you also never thought he would do what he did. We love you Eds, and we don't want history to repeat itself. We want to trust him, we do. It's justâŚâ Gareth trails off.
âThe last time we trusted a rich jock you almost died.â Bear admits. âWe don't want to make that mistake again.â
Eddie waves them forward and they fall into a group hug, surrounding him on all sides. Someone sniffles, probably Gareth, and Eddie pulls back to look at each of them in turn. His band, his friends, his brothers. Even though he's upset that they think so lowly of Steve, he's glad they're looking out for him.
They're right about one thing, his relationships never end well. Girls only dating him to piss off their parents, guys use him for sex in the cover of darkness and then move on without a word. It's not great to date as Eddie Munson.
Then there was his last boyfriend. He was everything those others weren't. Sweet, kind. Introduced himself to Wayne, and won over the band; he wasnât ashamed to kiss Eddie or hold his hand in front of their friends. James was the real deal.
Until, his father walked in on them kissing. They were laying on the couch, James was on top; It wasn't anything particularly obscene, just a little making out. But even still, his father accused Eddie of poisoning his son and ranted about going to the police.
James told the man he didn't want anyone to know he'd been cursed by a fag. A small kindness as he turned against him.
He doesn't remember exactly what happened after that, he just knows James and his father took turns wailing on him until he was near death. They packed him up in the passenger seat of his van and drove him to the side of the road. Took a bat to the hood to make it look like Eddie hit something and dragged him into the driver's seat. Ditched him and his van.
They probably hoped he'd die.
And he would have, had it not been for Hopper stumbling upon him an hour or so later. He got Eddie to the hospital, he lost a lot of blood, had a few broken bones, and was covered in bruises from head to toe⌠to heart.
After, Hopper asked him a lot of questions and Eddie was too hopped up on pain meds to lie. He's lucky Hopper's one of the good ones or it could have been a lot worse. Eddie didn't want to press charges, said it was more dangerous than just letting it go.
Officially, the attack was labeled as a hit and run car crash by some rogue out of towner. Eddie âgot thrown outâ of the car to explain away his injuries and Hopper threatened Jamesâ family into paying the medical bills.
So Eddie can understand where his friends are coming from. Steve does have a similar background to James, rich jock born from the loins of a richer jockier father. But they don't know Steve like Eddie does.
They donât know that Steve sat on his bedside for weeks as he healed from those bat bites, or that Steve answers his calls in the middle of the night when he has nightmares, and stays up with him for hours. They donât know that Eddieâs been gun shy about sex due to his past, and in the six months theyâve been together Steve hasnât pressured him about it once. They donât know that when Eddie told him the full story, Steve called his dad and asked him to fire Jamesâ father and get him blacklisted from as many companies as he could, and Rich did so without hesitation.
Theyâre wrong about Steve, and itâs up to Eddie to tell them. Heâs more than happy to do so.
âSteve loves me.â Eddie smiles. âYou don't have to believe me, but he does. Heâs not afraid of it either. I know you think heâs going to leave me for Nancy but three months ago I overheard him tell her in no uncertain terms that I was it for him.â Eddie smiles, a soft dreamy thing. The conversation runs through his mind as he remembers the strong conviction in Steve's voice. âWayne loves him. Even when he tried to scare Steve off he didnât budge. Hell, Hopper threatened him with a shotgun and he barely bat an eye.â
A snort left Garethâs mouth at that. Ever since Hopper found him that night, the chief of police has since gotten very protective of Eddie and has been cracking down on the hate. Surprisingly, Hawkins is a lot safer to be open in than he ever thought it would be; like âThe Castroâ in Indiana.
âBut what about his parents?â Bear asks soberly. It's a good question given everything, but Eddie smiles wider if that's even possible.
âRich and Marie Harrington love me almost as much as they love Steve, maybe more.â He laughs. âWe have dinner once a week.â
Eddie tells them about the investment account Rich made in Eddieâs name, that heâs teaching him about so he can âstart out rightâ, like his father-in-law did for him. He tells them that Rich is in talks with the family lawyer to get him set up with a trust fund, just like his mother did for Marie. Something for her to fall back on if Rich ever fucked up and she wanted out; something Eddie said he didnât need but Rich wouldnât allow him to refuse. It was a way for him to honor his motherâs memory and Eddie knew what that loss felt like so he did his best to graciously accept.
He tells them about the fancy lunches Rich takes him on; introducing him to his associates as his âfuture son-in-lawâ. At first, the others were hesitant to accept Eddie, but Rich reminded them those views were the same as his own father and they changed their tune. Apparently, the man was a raging asshole, hated by all who worked for him and when Rich took over he swore the company would work to erase his hate from the world. In a final fuck you to Richard Harrington Sr., Rich started a non-profit to support gay youth in the dead bastardâs name. Itâs beautiful revenge in Eddieâs opinion and he hopes the asshole rots in hell.
Thatâs not even mentioning Marie. They go out for coffee all the time and at first it was to get to know him without Steve there, to make sure Eddie was good for her baby boy. But now, itâs more of a gab session before her book club. The club of socialites and senator wives sheâs been lobbying to legalize gay marriage. Last Eddie heard, most of them were on board with it, and all of them were willing to convince their husbands to buy stock in pharmaceutical companies to research an HIV vaccine and cure.
âWhen Steve introduced me to them he was nervous but he didnât want to hide us. After one dinner Rich made him promise to treat me right because âthis oneâs a keeperâ.â He makes air quotes with his fingers as he speaks. âMarieâs a little old school, she chaperones our dates when she's in town. It's annoying but sweet.â
âWait, his dad is setting you up a full retirement fund and his mom is trying to get you hitched?â Jeff exclaims. Before Eddie can answer, a voice shouts behind them.
âTheyâre what?!â The four of them turn in shock to see Steve standing in the doorway with wide eyes.
âStevie! How long have you been standing there?â Eddie squeaks.
âNever mind that, my parents are doing what?!â He asks stumbling into the garage.
âRich wants to make me comfortable and Marie wants me to have a autumn wedding.â Eddie shrugs like it's not that big a deal.
âNo offense, but why is Richard Harrington making an investment account in your name?â Gareth asks, in shock. Turning back to his friends, Eddie smiles sheepishly.
âI guess itâs what his father did for him when he was young and since my old manâs in jail he thought it was the right thing to do.â Eddieâs smile turned impish. âPlus apparently Marieâs father was down right mean and classist. So, theyâre using the funds she inherited from the old douche when he passed as like a fuck you to him.â
The group bursts into laughter. It starts small and builds into something bigger and more free.
âHow did Marie convince the book club ladies?â Bear asks.
âHer angle was âif England can give them a hospital and Princess Diana can shake hands with an aids survivor, then America has to do better; we have to give them hope and a cure.ââ Eddie cringes a little at the political stump speech energy but shrugs. âIt looks like it worked, last I heard two senators were drafting a bill.â
There's a moment of silence as they all contemplate all of what Eddie just said. It seems to have calmed the boys down a little and the relief in their eyes when they look at Steve is almost palpable.
âWhy an autumn wedding?â Steve asks, breaking the silence. Eddie turns to his boyfriend and grins widely.
âShe asked me about my perfect wedding and I said it was Halloween themed on Halloween.â Thereâs a slight glimmer to his eye as Steve purses his lips; probably trying to let him down easy. âDonât worry baby. Marie said there was nothing tackier than a wedding on or themed around a holiday but she will compromise and pick a different day in October.â Thereâs no stopping the laughter that bulbs out of him at Steveâs confusion and shock.
âSheâs willing to compromise? What about my perfect wedding?â Steve huffs, no longer seeming to care about the rest of the conversation.
âI asked donât get me wrong.â Holding his hands up in surrender, he steps closer and wraps his arms around Steveâs shoulders.
âWhat did she say?â Steve whispers, kissing him softly. Eddie cackles, knowing his answer is going to make Steve blush.
âShe said your perfect wedding was the one when I was the groom. You wouldnât notice anything else.â Just like he predicted, Steveâs face turns bright red and he tucks his face into Eddieâs neck.
âThatâs the most disgusting thing I have ever heard.â Gareth says, faking a gag. âGet out of my garage and go on your date.â He waves his hand toward the door dramatically. Pulling away from Steve, Eddie turns to his friends one more time.
âWeâre all good now right? Youâre gonna start being nicer to my future husband?â Eddie asks, only half joking about that last part. The three boys make eye contact and have a silent conversation before they all nod as one.
âWeâre good.â Bear promises.
âWe promise to be nicer but if you guys start being really gross I will spray you with a hose.â Jeff jokes good naturedly.
âWeâll be good.â Steve replies. But Eddie smirks slyly and bites Steve on the neck making him yelp.
âI make no such promise.â Eddie laughs. He runs and hugs his friends tightly, whispering so only they can hear. âThanks for looking out for me and for giving him a chance.â The arms around him somehow get tighter and when they pull apart they all have misty eyes.
Steveâs waiting by the garage door, Eddieâs sweetheart over his shoulder. Thereâs no tension in his shoulders like there used to be, and he seems lighter.
âDoing okay?â He asks Eddie softly.
âNever better baby.â Eddie slings his arm around Steveâs waist with a smile and a wave at his friends. âNever better.â
Rating: E đ Words: 1.6k đ Tags: One Year Anniversary, Pool Sex, slight Dom/sub, Overstimulation, Dom Top Eddie, sub Bottom Steve
For: @steddiesmuttyseptember - Pool
@softsteddieseptember - Anniversary
@steddiebingo Round 2 - Rough Sex
Part 1
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Steve was vibrating, he was so fucking excited. It was their one year anniversary and Steve had plans.
Earlier in the evening theyâd made dinner together, Eddie had brought home flowers theyâd put in a Death Star vase on the table, and Steve gave Eddie the abstract painting of his favorite scene from Lord of the Rings Steve had commissioned Will to paint. Afterwards, theyâd made their way to bed and made the sweetest, slowest love to each other theyâd had in all their one whole year together. And then they fell asleep wrapped in each otherâs arms. It was gentle and sweet and perfect.
Steveâs plans were considerably less sweet.
He set the note on his pillow, grabbed his prepared bag, set the alarm on his side of the bed, and headed out, leaving a trail of rose petals to the hallway.
-
Eddie jolted awake to Steveâs alarm blaring through the room. âSteeeeve,â he said sleepily, patting an arm over at Steve.
Steve wasnât there.
Eddie stretched to smack the alarm off and propped himself up, looking blearily around the room. Odd.
He laid back down, face smushed to Steveâs pillowâŚand a piece of paper. He hummed to himself, rolling to flick a lamp on, and read the note Steve left for him.
Come find me <3
Well, never let it be said Eddie canât follow directions. He rolled out of bed, feet hitting soft petals. Eddie pulled on a pair of boxers and let the flowers lead him to his Stevie.
The hall was lit with the shifting blue light from the pool above him. The petals stopped halfway down the hall.
Eddie looked around for another clue. Someoneâs shadow flickered along the walls. Of course there was someone swimming at three oâclock in the morning. He glanced up to see which of the older residents was doing laps when they couldnât sleep-
Fuck.
Eddieâs jaw literally dropped open in shock, his hand hitting the wall for support.
Steve.
Naked.
His feet planted on the glass separating them, head tipped back so all Eddie could see was his lusciously covered chest.
And his hand slowly stripping his cock.
Found you, baby.
-
Sweat clung to Steveâs lip and hairline. The water was warm and the room was humid. And he was unbelievably turned on.
Knowing Eddie would see him like this, on display for him, performing for him, Steveâs gut clenched. He reached a hand down to squeeze himself, wanting to last. Needing Eddie with him, in him, when he came. It was their anniversary after all.
Theyâd joked about doing this, that first time Eddie showed him his place and told him how couples would use the pool without regard for Eddie seeing themâŚor maybe because Eddie might see them. Though the exhibitionists did taper off once Steve moved in. Especially, since Steve had no problem whatsoever making sly, bitchy comments to said neighbors when they ran into each other in the buildingâs restaurant, all said with a smile, of course.
Steve reached over, digging around in the bag for the lube. He added a few drops to his hand, reaching back in the water, pressing a flat palm against his cock, trapping it against his belly.
Eddie, where was Eddie? Steveâs chest heaved, hips humping upward, using his own hand to find relief. His head tipped back, mouth open sucking in air. He was getting too close. He just needed-
âLook at you, baby.â
Eddieâs voice sliced through the pulses of arousal fogging his head. Steve found Eddie through blurry eyes, stalking along the lap pool down toward him, focused and predatory â naked, hard, sleep wild curls hanging around his shoulders, Steveâs mouth watered.
âSuch a pretty show you put on. And all for me? How did I get so fucking lucky.â
âEddie,â Steve panted out, breaths coming out quick, hips still shifting up and back, lost in the movement of the water.
âBaby,â Eddie tsked, âyou couldnât even wait for me to find you. Got all worked up on your own, donât even need me.â
Steve let out a cry, reaching out toward Eddie. âNooo, I do. I need you. Please, Eddie.â
Eddie crouched, swishing a hand through the water, droplets cooling Steveâs heated skin. âWell, then. How can I deny you when you look so pretty and fucked out.â
With a smile, Eddie slipped into the water. Steve smiled back, lifting his chin as Eddie pushed through the water to press a soft kiss to his lips. Steve hummed as Eddie cupped his hips, pushing him hard against the wall, the water splashing out around them, bringing their bodies flush to each other.
Eddie lined their cocks up between their bodies, moving his hips rough and uncoordinated. He tipped his lips against Steveâs ear, âThis all you wanted, baby? Better than your hand, at least?â
Steve shook his head, rubbing their noses together, and twined his arms around Eddieâs neck. He pecked Eddie on the lips and looked up through his eyelashes. âWant you to fuck me, Eddie. Please? Want you to make me yours for everyone to see.â
Eddieâs besotted smile turned sharp. Steve shivered, his belly tightened and his hole pulsed with need.
Eddie slid a hand into his hair, fisting hard against his scalp, tipping his head back. With teeth against Steveâs throat, he growled, âHoney, the entire building knows youâre mine.â
He licked up Steveâs neck, sucking and nipping along the corded muscle. Steve whimpered, angling to give him more room, more skin to mark. It wasnât enough though. No, he needed Eddie in him and he was tired of asking nicely.
Steve tightened his arms around Eddieâs shoulders and pressed his back to the wall, letting the water lift him up, letting him easily wrap his legs around Eddieâs waist. He reached down to line Eddie up with his hole-
âTsk, baby, youâre so impatient. Couldnât even let me take my time with you after making me track you down in the middle of the night.â
Steveâs eyes fluttered, tears pooling along his lashes. âEddie, please.â
Eddie ran a thumb under his eye, catching a stray tear, shushing him gently. âOkay, baby. Youâve been so good for me, setting up this little surprise, being so polite. Iâve got you.â
Eddie pressed a soft kiss against his lips, hooked his fingers under Steveâs ass and thrust up in one hard swift motion.
Steve gasped as the tears broke free, digging blunt nails into Eddieâs bare shoulder. He was still open from earlier and heâd added more lube when heâd gotten in the pool, but fuuuck.
âBrace yourself,â Eddie commanded, firm hands holding Steveâs hips flush to his pelvis, he stepped away from the wall. Steve fell back, laying bent arms on the ledge, fingers curled hard around the lip of the pool. His head fell back, hair brushing the floor with each of Eddieâs hard thrusts, Steve letting him â begging him to â use him.
Steve couldnât catch his breath, hiccuping out cries and pleas. He was nearly horizontal across the water with no leverage to push back or slow Eddie, using all his strength to just stay on the ledge. But Eddie had him â fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, thrusting hard and rhythmic, making waves of water splash out all around them, darkening the concrete.
âTouch yourself, Stevie. Come on my cock.â
âAh! I donât- I canât- Ed-â Steve wanted to tell him heâd fall if he let go of the ledge, but his head was getting fuzzy and words were getting hard. Tears fell into his hair.
Eddie stepped forward, hooking Steveâs ankles behind his back. âCome on, baby, up you go.â He pulled Steve off the wall, hugging him to his chest. Steve pressed his face into Eddieâs hair, hooking an arm around his neck, he slid a hand down between their bodies to wrap around his cock.
Eddie bounced him on his cock, the waterâs buoyancy helping him keep a quick pace. Steve cried out, sinking teeth into the meat of Eddieâs shoulder. He stroked his cock, one, two, three times before he was tensing up, shuddering in Eddieâs arms. The cock within him suddenly felt too big, still thrusting up into his tight hole.
Steve draped himself over Eddie, loosely holding himself up, letting Eddie use his body. Eddie kissed along his shoulders, his arm, breaths panting hard into his skin. With one last hard thrust, he came deep within him, squeezing Steve to him in a desperate hug.
-
Eddieâs breathing slowly evened as he stood in the pool holding a limp Steve in his arms.
âBaby? You awake?â He brushed Steveâs hair back from his tear stained face.
âMmmm,â Steve hummed with his eyes closed, but smiling and rubbing his cheek along Eddieâs shoulder.
Eddie chuckled, dropping a hard kiss to Steveâs cheek. âJust realizing now that post sex check outâs a lot easier when weâre already in our bed. I see you brought a bag, though. Okay, let me just prop you against the wall here.â
Eddie pulled the bag closer and dug through it, finding a couple towels and their silk robes. Thatâll work.
It took some bodily maneuvering and then bringing Steve further back to reality, but they finally made their way back down to their apartment. Steve tried to fall into bed, already nearly asleep, but Eddie pulled them into the shower for a rise off. He patted them dry and then let Steve crawl into bed, Eddie right behind him.
They curled together, asleep in seconds, content, sated, and secure in the knowledge that this anniversary was only the first of the rest of their lives.
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Wedding + Lake | Teen & UP | Complete WC: 9,435 | no cw
Finished! Honestly, the last chapter it is just me wanting to be super sweet and showing how in love they are haha.
Hope you enjoyed this fic! This week will be a short one (two chapters) following the next prompts.
When Steve Harrington had to be part of a blind date event, he really wasn't enjoying the idea. But after knowing Amelia E. Munson and maybe trying something serious with her, Steve's September become the best with every week. There were secrets to learn, and maybe things about himself, but at the end he knew it would be okay.
Chapter 03 - NEXT WEDDING
"There. Much better, big boy."
"Thanks⌠I don't have to fix anything for you. You are more than perfect."
Amelia's laugh always made his heart go faster.
"Are you guys ready?" Robin asked. "Or do you need a moment?"
"Oh, don't be jealous." Chrissy giggled, holding her arm. "You look more than handsome, too. Love what you did to your hair."
Steve decided to save his friend as her cheeks became brighter, quickly holding Amelia's waist to begin their walk towards the lake.
Hype's Filthy Fluffy Forty - Soft and Slow + Sapphic September - Day 24 : Ballgown + Soft Steddie September 2025 - Week 3 : Wedding - 20.09.2025
I decided to combine one of @just-my-latest-hyperfixation's prompts with one from the @sapphic-september's prompts and also with one of the prompts from Week 3 of the @softsteddieseptember event đđ
Hyper's Filthy Fluffy Forty : Day 1 - (You got me) In the palm of your hand | first times | written in the stars / Day 2 - Just add water | outdoor sex | summer romance / Day 3 - Hic sunt dracones | monsterfucking | soul bond / Day 4 - Possession | BDSM | hurt/comfort / Day 5 - Whatever you want it to be | heat/rut | courtship / Day 6 - Someone who cares | domestic fluff / Day 7 - Saltwater Symphony | (semi-) public nudity | love songs
Sapphic September 2025 : Day 1 - Quill / Day 2 - Voyage / Day 3 - Laurels / Day 4 - Discovery / Day 5 - Inheritance / Day 6 - Wild West / Day 7 - Aeroplane / Day 8 - Corset / Day 9 - Kimono / Day 10 - Industry / Day 11 - Hieroglyph / Day 12 - Cartography / Day 13 - Wartime / Day 14 - Gold Rush / Day 15 - Revolution / Day 16 - Archeology / Day 17 - Ivory / Day 18 - Timepiece / Day 19 - Treasure / Day 20 - Lighthouse / Day 21 - Nobility / Day 22 - Millenium / Day 23 - Jade / Day 25 - Theatre / Day 26 - Sculpture / Day 27 - Holy / Day 28 - Oracle / Day 29 - Chiffon / Day 30 - Scroll
Soft Steddie September 2025 : Week 1 - Strangers to Lovers | Blind Date | Party | Cooking | Fairy Tale // Week 2 - Friends to Lovers | First Date | Secret | Falling | Pool // Week 3 - Surprise | Love at First Sight | Second Meeting // Week 4 - Communication | Eavesdropping | Parents | Wrong Number | Anniversary // Week 5 - Modern AU | Sunrise | Flowers
Sapphic Steddie getting married - 20.09.2025
I had a lot of fun drawing this :3
I hope you'll like it Hype !
Done using ink pens, graphite pencils, alcohol markers, colored pencils and Photoshop for the lace motifs, the jewelry, hairclip, the background and the hearts and fireflies effects
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / AO3 post 3 / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
Rating: M | Word Count: ~9k | Tags: Steve Harrington Needs A Hug, Hurt/Comfort, First Kisses, Mild Frottage, Day Trips, Eddie Munson Takes Care Of Steve Harrington, Loneliness
Eddie needs a ride to Indy for a concert. Steve just wants somebody to spend the day with him, so he won't feel so lonely.
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@steddiesmuttyseptember Week 3: Secret, Knees
@softsteddieseptember Week 3: Surprise
If somebody told Eddie a year ago that he would kneel in the middle of Family Video on a random Thursday night in front of one Steve Harrington, he would have declared them the biggest jester of the royal court of Hawkins. Or clinically insane and ready for an extended vacation at Pennhurst.
But here he is. Kneeling. Begging.
Steveâs doing his soccer mom stance in front of Eddieâs antics, hands on his hips, head cocked to the side, lips pressed into a thin line. If Steveâs going to push a hand through his hair, heâs going to look the most Steve he could possibly look, Eddie thinks.
âCanât I just lend you the money, and you get your van repaired?â
âNo way theyâll fix her before I have to leave to make it in time for the concert.â Plus, Eddie would be loath to owe Steve a financial debt. An emotional debt he can handle, find ways to pay him back, but since he cannot deal drugs anymore, itâs much harder for him to get enough money to pay for the repair of his piece-of-shit car. (Sorry, Berta, I didnât mean that. You know you're my best girl.)
âWhat about the bus?â
âDoesnât come here anymore after all the âearthquakesâ.â
Steve sighs and clicks his tongue.
âPlease, Steve? Wonât you be my saviour?â He flutters his lashes for emphasis.
âItâs not that I donât want toâ Itâs just that tomorrow isâŚâ
âYouâve got a hot date?â
Strangely enough, Steve grimaces at that.
âNot exactly,â he says and finally pushes that hand through his hair. It gives Eddie immense satisfaction, like when a marble rolls down the precise path into a hole. âMore like the opposite of that.â
âSo, youâre free?â Eddie shuffles closer on his knees on the hard floor.
âWellâŚâ
âSteve,â Eddie says more seriously now, making his eyes large and round on purpose. âIf you do this for me, Iâll be forever in your debt. Iâll do anything you want me to. Clean your car? Do your dishes for a week? Take Henderson off your hands for a month? Massage your shoulders after your shifts? Anything.â
âAnything?â
Eddie nods, but the weird whimsy smile on Steveâs face worries him a little.
âAlright, Iâll do it.â
âHa!â Eddie claps his hand and jumps back onto his feet.
âUnder one condition.â
âUh? Sure?â
âYouâll spend the day together with me before the concert. As a friend.â
âIn Indy, you mean?â
âYeah, in Indy. Weâll hang out and have lunch together somewhere. That way it wonât be a total waste of my time.â
Eddie must look a little stunned because Steve deflates and lowers his arms.
âUnless that sounds like a horrible idea?â
âNo,â Eddie waves him off. âI mean, by all means, Harrington, letâs make a day out of it. I justâ Are you sure thatâs all you want in return? You couldâve had me service you for a while.â
Eddie cringes, heat crawling into his neck. âI mean, do acts of service for you.â
Steve shakes his head and laughs. âYeah, I donât need any of that. Just hanging out is fine. As friends.â
Eddie narrows his eyes. He knows he hasnât been exactly forthcoming with attention after the whole Vecna thing. It had taken a bitch of a time to heal, and well, he never considered that Steve would actually want Eddie to hang around besides the occasional overlap when they spent time with the brats. But the way Steve keeps emphasizing the friends part makes Eddie think that Steve somehow assumes that Eddieâs against the idea on principle.
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"Am I boring to you?" Steve asks abruptly, and Eddie's head pops up, an inquisitive look on his face.Â
Then, he smiles.Â
"Steve Harrington, you've never been boring to me a single day that we've known each other."
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This chapter fills the prompt "surprise & communication" for @softsteddieseptember as well as "knees, spit & leather" for @steddiesmuttyseptember and "tattoo artist au" on my @steddiebingo card.
Written for @softsteddieseptember prompt "wedding," and @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt "love confession." Note that this is part 3/5 of a longer fic, but it should make enough sense as a standalone.
Rating: M (no smut, just mild discussion of past experiences) | CW: unreasonable parental expectations, forced arranged marriage, light angst | Word Count: 2,705 | Tags: royalty AU, omegaverse, omega prince Steve, alpha groundskeeper Eddie, frenemies with benefits to lovers, emotional hurt/comfort, background Jopper, jealous Eddie, cameo characters | ao3 | part 1 | part 2
As prince, one of Steveâs minor duties is to attend funerals and weddings of important people. Normally, that would make him want to throw himself from the castleâs highest tower, but there are two major differences with this particular occasion.
First, itâs a celebration of the love between two people he actually cares about, and a lot of his friends are in attendance as a result. He actually volunteered to represent the royal family on his ownâsomething heâs confident the groom appreciates, considering heâs never been too fond of the king and queen. Steve is pretty sure the only reason Sir Hopper still serves as captain of the guard is because he fears what the kingdom would become without his influence.
Second, Steve has done something thatâs bound to make the eveningâs dullest moments more interesting. Heâs done the unthinkableâsomething he was only capable of doing because his parents are away with his future in-laws, hammering out the details of his own wedding.
Steve invited Eddie to keep him company.
Itâs the most fun heâs had at a party in a long while. For the first time in years, Steve isnât spending the whole night dancing with heiresses and duchesses, being tried on as arm candy. Instead he gets to joke with his favorite people, including a certain groundskeeper whose penchant for lewd humor had him blushing all through dinner. Now, watching the other guests at the reception, Eddie mutters under his breath about all the things heâs learned just by paying close attention the other people who frequent the palace grounds, sending Steve into fresh bouts of giggles with each revelation.
âAnd that guy over thereâwhatâs his name again?â
âSir Callahan,â Steve supplies.
âRight, Callahan. Heâs afraid of cats. Deathly afraid.â
âOf cats?â he says, disbelieving.
Eddie nods. âSwear to god. I saw him draw his sword on a feral tabby once, but when it got closer to him, he took off running. Screamed like a little girl.â He smirks. âI may have mentioned it to his girlfriend later.â
Steve snorts into his beer and remarks, âServes him right for telling the king I was climbing down the drainpipe to get around my bodyguards.â
âWhat?â Eddie laughs.
âI never told you about that?â
âNo, I donât think you did.â
âIt was right after I presented. They were so worried I was going to do something scandalous, like get knocked up by some peasant. So they put guards outside my chambers and made them escort me everywhere. I had to sneak out just to go to my secret corner of the garden.â
âWait, seriously?â
Steve rolls his eyes. âIt backfired on them, anyway. Dad caught me on my knees for one of the guards. Next day, I was free to come and go as I pleased as long as I promised not to seduce any more soldiers.â
Eddieâs whole face goes red, and at first Steve is confused. It makes more sense when he clears his throat and mumbles, âWho was it?â
Steve raises his eyebrows. âWhy?â He doesnât need Eddie to be honestâhis gruff tone is answer enough. But he canât resist egging him on.
âJust curious.â
Bullshit, Munson. âOh, Eds,â Steve pretends to scold. âWhatâs all this about? You some kind of jealous Alpha, after all?â
âWhat? No!â He clears his throat again. âNo. You know Iâm not into that, uhâŚall that possessive crap.â
âSure,â Steve says. Teases, really.
âIâm not! If I was, would I be willing to watch you dance with Alpha after Alpha for years on end, looking for one to marry?â
âIf I recall correctly, you said those Alphas werenât a threat because they didnât know what they were doing.â
âWell, they didnât. And Iâm not threatened by your fiancĂŠe, either, because rumor has it sheâs got some little commoner of her own,â Eddie snipes.
Steve blinks, startled. âWhat?â
Eddie freezes. âOh. I, umâŚâ
âHow the hell would you know that?â
âI justâŚuhâŚâ
âEddie,â Steve demands, âare you talking out of your ass, or do you know something I donât?â
With his jaw clenched, Eddie stares at the floor in front of them. He takes a long time to answer. âOkay, so I donât know if itâs true. Like I said, itâs a rumor. At the kingâs party, after weâŚyou know.â He coughs into his hand instead of saying it out loud in mixed company, even with the hushed tone heâs using. âI went back to the kitchen to steal some cake, and everybody was talking about a couple of the guests getting caught in the garden, near the pond with the water lilies. So I did some digging. Asked around. Most people think it was the Lady and one of her entourage. A beta.â He purses his lips. âMost of them think her parents found out, and thatâs why they accepted the proposal on her behalf.â
âHoly shit,â Steve whispers.
âYeah.â Eddie chuckles humorlessly. âSoâŚI guess at least you probably wonât be the only one with something extramarital.â
âYeah,â Steve echoes, breathless. âI guess not.â
That should be a relief. Maybe he and his wife, who was admittedly one of the few Alpha girls to make him laugh in the short time they spent together, will have the sort of political marriage thatâs more like friendship. Platonic, and purely contractual. For logistical purposes only. She could have her love affair, and he could have his, and they would only be bonded to keep the publicâand their familiesâin the dark. Steve can picture it so clearly in his head: days spent politely holding her hand in the throne room, clandestine nights spent with Eddie.
ExceptâŚthatâs not enough. Itâs not what he wants.
He wants to be holding Eddieâs hand at court, with a fierce and passionate grip. He wants to spend his nights with Eddie in their shared bed, not in whatever drafty corner of the castle they can get away with. He wants a nest that smells like Eddie, wants to feel Eddieâs teeth sinking into his skin to mark him. He wants pups with wild, dark curls running around in the garden they planted together.
âHighness?â Eddie says, yanking Steve free from the current of thoughts set on carrying him away.
âHm?â Steve says, lifting his head. Itâs not until he sees the look on Eddieâs face and smells the bitterness of his concern on the air that he notices the mucus in his throat. Absently, he lifts a hand to his own cheek. When he pulls it away, he stares at the moisture on his fingertips like heâs never seen tears before.
âHighnessâŚâ
âIâm sorry,â he mutters, casting his eyes back to the floor and wiping his cheeks impatiently. âI donât knowâŚwhatâŚâ
He trails off as Eddieâs fingers find his chin, lifting his face. âSteve.â
âYes?â
âThereâs something youâre not telling me about all this.â
Steve snorts derisively, though thereâs not any real venom in it. âYouâre one to talk.â
âAre you upset about her having someone else? Because honestly, thatâs pretty rich. I meanââ
âNo, itâs not that. Itâs just all so much to take in,â he fibs.
Eddie frowns, contrite. âI shouldnât have brought it up.â
âItâs okay.â
âNo, itâs not. Here you are, trying to have a good time and take your mind off the whole thing, and Iâm shoving it in your face.â
The truth is that every minute Steve spends with Eddie is a reminder of what he canât have, and he brought that on himself. But heâs not about to say that out loud. He looks around and tries, âMaybe going to a wedding wasnât a great way to forget Iâm tying the knot soon.â
Eddieâs smile is sad. Sympathetic. âProbably not.â
Steve looks around again. The band has struck up a slow tune, and all across the ballroom, people are coupling up. Most of his friends have a partner to dance withâHenderson with his beloved Suzie-poo, Lucas and Max together, the bride and groom. His eyes linger on Sir Hopper and Lady Joyce, taking in the unadulterated joy on their faces, and fresh tears threaten him at the thought that he wonât have the chance to be so happy on his wedding day.
Suddenly, he wants to run. He needs to.
The feeling must be evident in the downward curl of his trembling lip, because Eddie whispers, âDo you want to get out of here?â and thereâs not a hint of the double-entendre that he would normally use.
Wordlessly, Steve nods. He swipes at the only new tear that managed to fall, takes Eddie by the arm, and leads him from the ballroom.
âI forgot how cozy this place is,â Eddie remarks.
Steve only half listens. Heâs too busy marching to his bed, exhausted from such an emotionally taxing week, and falling face-first into the covers. His voice comes out muffled when he replies.
âPardon?â Eddie chuckles.
He rolls over and repeats, âThatâs âcause the rest of the castleâs a fucking icebox.â
âI donât just mean itâs warmer in here.â
âNeither do I.â
Eddie chuckles again. âFair enough.â He approaches the window and stares down into the garden. âHuh. You can see your secret corner from up here.â
âGet away from there,â Steve mumbles halfheartedly. âSomeone might see you.â
âSo? Theyâll see a loyal servant returning His Highness to his chambers, ensuring his safety from any ruffians or thugs he might encounter.â
âRight. All those ruffians and thugs roaming the palace grounds are a huge problem.â
Eddie nods sagely. âYou never know where one might be lurking. Plenty of dark corners.â
âLucky for me, I already know all the dark corners to look out for.â Steve quirks an eyebrow. âSo do you.â
âWhich makes it extra necessary for me to accompany you all the way to your nest, my liege.â Eddie makes a dramatic bow. âAnother pair of eyes.â
Steve shakes his head, smiling fondly. âWell then, I thank you, sir.â
ââSirâ? My, my. Imagineâthe prince calling me âsir.ââ
âDonât have to imagine it. I just did.â
âIâll be holding that over the other servantsâ heads forever.â
He lets out a sharp exhale, equal parts melancholy and amused. âFeel free. They should know how special you are.â
Their eyes meet, as they have a hundred times before. Only thereâs something different nowâsome sort of new understanding that Steve doesnât recognize from all their past encounters. Eddieâs lips even form a small, silent oh, telling Steve that he noticed it too.
âAnyway. I suppose I should bid you adieu,â Eddie finally says. He smiles, soft and sweet. âGoodnight, Your Highness. For your sake, I hope your future queen finds you half as lovely as I do.â He turns to the closed door, and his hand is on the latch when Steve speaks up.
âEddie,â he says, a bit panicked at the idea of him leaving. It feels tooâŚfinal. Like if he doesnât say something else, all the joy heâs felt tonight will drain out of his chest, and heâll never be able to get it back.
Eddie turns his head, and Steve is startled to see his eyes shining.
Reaching for anything that might keep him here in the room, Steve asks, âDo you remember the first time?â
Blinking, Eddie says, âYou mean our first time together?â
Steve nods.
âOf course I do. Do you?â
He nods again.
How could he forget it? It was the day he learned Alphas could smell like flowers. Eddieâs scent of musky vanilla and almond blossom was overwhelming in the best possible way. And when they fucked, he was kind, but not too gentle. He played Steve like a fiddle, never once hesitating to give him what he needed. And good god, had he needed it, with no doctor on hand to help keep him comfortable.
âI think about it all the time,â Steve confesses. âHow great it was.â
Eddieâs breath catches. His hand falls away from the door, and he murmurs, âSo do I.â
âI wish we could do it again.â
He shakes his head. âButââ
âI know.â
âHighness, you got lucky back then. Extremely lucky.â
âSure,â Steve snorts, âif you call every method of emergency contraception under the sun âluck.ââ
Eddie cocks his head.
âMy parents,â Steve sighs. âThey didnât know it was you, but they figured out I had an Alpha in here during a heat.â Steve frowns, and his voice is barely audible even to his own ears as he goes on, âIf it was up to me, I wouldâve let it happen.â
âYouâŚwouldâveâŚ?â
âIf it was up to me,â he says, swallowing the lump in his throat, âI would be carrying your pup right now. Ready to pop any minute.â
âI donât understand!â he cries, shoving his hands in his hair and tugging at the roots. âWhat the hell made you change your mind?â
Steve stares. After a confused moment, he says, âI didnât.â
âFor the love of Christ, Steve, I need you to tell me what youâre talking about, then. What do you mean, âif it was up to meâ?â
âI mean exactly what Iâm saying,â he mutters. He sits up straighter and takes a steadying breath. âI want my pups to be yours. I did then, and I do now.â
âThen why the fuck did you come up with that asinine rule in the first place?â Eddie demands.
âBecause itâs not what you want!â Steve snaps, unable to hold back the frustration and embarrassment of spilling his biggest secret any longer. âIf it took, and I ended up with your kid in me, the king and queen would force you to marry me. They would do whatever they had to to make it happen. And you donât want to be stuck in this goddamn castle with me forever. You hate the concept of royalty!â
He stands with the intention of moving closer to Eddie, of invading his space and directing all of his fury at the situation right at him, as undeserved as it may be. He only makes it a single step, though, before his feet get stuck in some invisible tar thatâs spread across the floor.
âMaybe if I was actually another gardener, or some omega from town, things would be different,â he goes on. âBut Iâm the fucking prince. And Iâm not about to let you betray everything you stand for just because I want to spend my life with you!â
Steve isnât sure what he expects, but it isnât for Eddieâs expression to soften and for his lip to tremble. âYou do?â His voice is smallâquieter than Steve has ever heard it. Quieter than he wouldâve thought possible for Eddie, if heâs being honest. âYou wantâŚme? Not just my pups?â
Steve has to take another deep breath before he can even think of answering. Even so, all he can offer is a curt nod, still not trusting himself to actually speak.
âYou want to be with me,â Eddie echoes, sounding like heâs trying to wrap his head around an unnatural truth.
âThatâs what I said, isnât it?â Steve grumbles. He folds his arms over his chest.
Eddie glares. âDonât sass me, Highness. Not while Iâm trying to figure out what I did to get so goddamn lucky.â
Steve starts to utter an indignant response, but it dies on his lips as his mind deciphers Eddieâs words. Instead, he whispers, âEddieâŚâ
Eddie.
He moves faster than Steveâs eyes can track, and there isnât a single other thought in Steveâs head when Eddie is suddenly kissing him, messy and rough, and gripping his upper arms tight enough to bruise.
Steve feels himself unravel. He breathes in the familiar scent, and his eyes fall closed. His hands fall to his sides, only to make their way to Eddieâs chest a moment later. And when his knees start to go weak, he finds himself leaning against Eddie like a crutch, their closeness the only thing keeping him upright.
âEddie,â he whispers, again and again, between deeper and deeper kisses. âEddie.â
âIâve got you, sweetheart.â Eddie nuzzles his jaw. âIâve got you.â
