Anna | ✨hide your fires

LUUUUUUUU!!!!! I love you 😭💖

And you know Eddie gets way too into the roleplay, and it’s so involved, but Steve loves it so much. That’s the goofball he fell in love with 🥰

Steve bluescreens for a minute, then takes his mate to bed so they can roleplay Steve taking Eddie’s virginity so he can remember it

Steve has no idea, has honestly forgotten about it, and at some point—years later—he asks Eddie about past partners (because Eddie’s always been good with his dick, half the reason he kept coming back was how much harder Eddie could make him come), and Eddie says, “It’s just you, babe.”

Eddie just wants to take care of his baby and his pup!!! He’s so ready for Steve to STAY 💖

Waking Up In Vegas

🎲chapter seven🎲

“It’s always been real for me, Steve.”

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/502854...

Steve is focused on getting dicked down, he doesn’t have time for Eddie’s jokes about being a horny virgin

“People are going to talk,” Steve says, playing with the fingers of Eddie’s right hand. His left is planted firmly over Steve’s belly. Over their pup. “People are already talking.”

“People with nothing to say talk a lot, Stevie. Fuck ‘em. I just wanna take care of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

So, maybe they don’t know for sure—and it wouldn’t matter anyway—but in his gut, Eddie feels it. That’s his pup, and even if it wasn’t, it’s Steve’s. He’d doing anything for Steve, for the omega that smells like his.

He says as much, holding Steve in the nest the omega has made of Eddie’s bed.

And Steve admits to being fucked a lot. That he needed to feel something without putting his heart on the line again, that he just wanted to be a body for a bit. That’s why he avoided Eddie for a bit, it started feeling real.

At least, that’s what Steve was willing to say last night.

He hadn’t seen Steve—hadn’t been close—in more than a month, but his scent has changed, the sweetness tempered by a woody, green scent. One an awful lot like Eddie’s, like the scent of the two of them together. It takes all his willpower not to pick Steve up and carry him to his room.

They talk.

Even without all the sex, Eddie knows Steve’s scent. It’s deceptively light, growing to a rich, heavy crescendo of sweetness the longer Eddie breathes him in, like an almond cake in another room, followed by the explosion of having a bite on his tongue.

So, coming out to see what Wayne was up to and finding Steve Harrington in his living room was too much, just for a moment.

And then he smelled him.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. The moving on came a little later than Eddie anticipated, but he knew it couldn’t last. Steve even stopped buying weed from him, sorta. Eddie could tell Byers was using Steve’s money to pay, and wasn’t that a trip and a half?

After a couple weeks, Steve stopped bringing rubbers, mumbled that he was on birth control and he wanted to really feel it. Said, “Wanna feel that cock filling me up, Munson. Wanna feel it running down my thighs.”

And wasn’t that a picture Eddie wanted seared into his eyelids…

He figured it would be his one shot at the omega he’d been harboring a crush on since the middle of sophomore year, something he could pull out on lonely nights, and Steve would move on. Find an alpha that his parents would approve of.

Then Steve came back three days later with another rubber.

slipped his cock between the folds of his pussy. “But I’m guessing you don’t want to get knocked up, either. So we’re good with the rubber.”

Steve had simply muttered, “Good, glad we’re on the same page, now fuck me already.”

And he did, holding back as long as he could, knotting way too soon.

“Dude, you can have it and not know it. Tammy got it from a guy on Spring Break, but didn’t know it, and then-”

“Unless you can get chlamydia from jerking it in a public bathroom, you don’t need to worry, Harrington.” And then with all the bravado he could muster, Eddie came up behind Steve and

He’d even muttered, “Wrap it up, Munson, I don’t wanna get chlamydia.”

And Eddie got defensive, even as he tore open the foil and pinched the tip, rolling the condom on the way they practiced in sex ed, with the bananas. “You won’t get chlamydia from me.”

And Eddie knows a thing or two about probability. He knows you can have shitty rolls all night, and the guy next to you at the table can get three nat 20s in a row, and it’s all down to chance.

Eddie just had more chances.

And yeah, Steve threw a rubber at him the first handful of times.

Part 3

The thing is, Eddie doesn’t care if the pup is his or not. (He’d care a little bit if it was Hagen’s, he’s feeling petty, sue him.) He just cares that Steve wants him. That during his whole post-break up bender, Eddie was the only hookup he sought out over and over again.

Thanks, bro 🥰 I’ve been craving some outsider perspective

And he’s got no idea what to do about it

BECAUSE STEVE DESERVES IT!!! HE DESERVES TO BE CHERISHED AND PROTECTED AND SHOWED OFF!!!?

I have two truths: Steve’s got the wettest pussy, and Nancy has the biggest dick. You get me, Faye

Carol may be a bitch, but getting her pussy eaten will probably help with that 🥰

Eddie’s gotta stake his claim, and Tommy needs to sit down and shut up!!!

Wayne is forever my favorite character to write 🥰

Then he picks up the trays, and continues on his way.

Tommy, retreats to the alphas’ locker room to check on his face. It means he misses Eddie Munson pulling Steve into his lap in the cafeteria and feeling him up as they make out in front of the whole damn school.

His fist connects with Tommy’s temple, shutting him up. ‘Thank fuck,’ Tommy thinks, ‘it stopped his dumbass mouth.’ But his head is reeling, and he smirks like the asshole he’s always been. The asshole Steve can’t stand anymore.

Munson punches him again, growling, “Stay away from Steve.”

Munson ignores him, keeps walking, and Tommy lets his mouth run. “Getting a nice ride in before he moves on… Or maybe he said it’s yours. Is that it? He made you feel special so someone will take care of his bastard because he couldn’t keep his legs-”

Munson drops the trays and swings.