HyacinthBlue

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my eternal struggle

#steddie

The kids decided it would be funny to put Nair in his body wash and now Steve is practically hairless from the neck down.

Robin walks in on the kids giggling about it and tells them “you know he’s going to kill you right?”

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The goat-like character Ralsei from hit indie series Deltarune, poorly drawn on receipt paper

Ralsei from memory

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Rated E │ Birth │ Pregnancy │ Omegaverse
Now on AO3 with 11 Chapters 15k words

Eddie does not excpect Steve Harrington to show up on his doorstep asking for drugs, especially not when the omega is about to give birth right in front of him.

My heart yearns to start another fic, but my 10k wip has a bony hand on my ankle

Tommy hasn’t looked in Steve’s direction in days.

Each time he does, brown—bordering on black—eyes stare back. Eyes belonging to one Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

They tell him he’s got no right to look at the former jock, that his gaze is unwanted. Unwelcome.

It stings.

Tommy keeps his eyes down.

Omega!Steve and Normal-Human!Steve swapping universes for a week and both Eddies realizing they’re down bad for Harrington no matter what he’s packin’

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as he flees the room.

Mom’s worried when he slams into his apron for a hug, but doesn’t question further when he shakes his head in despair.

Liz rubs his back, gloved hands still a bit soapy from the dish water. It feels nice anyway.

He weeps for lost love, one that can simply never be.

on the other side of the room.

His face is red, his heart pounding, and his mood fluctuating wildly.

It was true. He was a freak. Because kissing Eddie, even in his sleep, had been the best thing he’d ever felt.

Steve starts to tear up, eyes burning at bright as his cheeks.

He stifles a sniffle-

their lips.

He sighs at the feel, the heat from Eddie’s mouth calming and heady. Steve presses closer, relishing in the minuscule dampness of spit from Eddie’s mild snoring.

He’s certain he can go a bit further, until Eddie snorts in his sleep, scaring Steve up and off the bed and into the corner-

His only chance.

He can prove to himself, right here right now, that he isn’t a freak, that he isn’t in love with Eddie. He can have his first kiss be a secret, a test.

Steve sidles up to the bed, hands bracketing either side of Eddie’s growing, messy mane, and, as gently as he can, he presses-

They get home, exhausted. Steve from swim practice and Eddie from his burgeoning DnD club.

Eddie ruffles his chlorine soaked hair again before plonking onto their bed face first and falling asleep.

Steve showers, coming back to their room and seeing Eddie’s rolled onto his back.

This is it.

Tommy teases him about his longing sighs and thousand yard stare. Carol tells him to shut it before asking Steve if it’s true that Eddie knows Reefer Rick.

He does, kinda, cause his dad did, but Eddie’s too busy making mini figurines and teaching Steve to paint them to peddle drugs like his dad did

big brother.’ Steve thinks, morose. ‘He’s not a freak like me.’

He sleeps that night in stops and starts, groggy and terse the next morning. Eddie ruffles his ‘swoopy hair’ and tells him to ‘knock ‘em dead’ at school cause they have different friend groups despite living together.

At lunch-

But he can’t stop thinking about it.

Thinking about Eddie’s plush lips and Eddie’s big hands and Eddie’s gangly limbs from his latest growth spurt, thinking about being cocooned in him like Aunt Liz cocooned his Mom.

Like Eddie was now, holding him close while he slept.

‘He’s just being a good-

boys, but boys who are basically your brother.

Sure, Mom and Aunt Liz aren’t married, nor is Wayne interested in marriage at all, especially not to Liz’s Doll, but the way they held each other in the window screamed /love/ a thousand times louder than whatever half-assed bullshit his dad put out.

and the two boys forget Steve’s pause at the window.

But later that night, snuggled close to Eddie’s chest—cause they shared a room, and a bed, just like Mom and Liz—and he thinks about them kissing.

Then he thinks about kissing Eddie.

It’s wrong, he knows, not just to think about kissing other-

He blushes, looking away from the obviously tender moment, and nearly screams when Eddie appears like a ghost in his periphery.

“Whatcha doin?” He asks, mud in his teeth, and Steve yanks him away from the window so they won’t be caught peeking.

Luckily, they stumble upon some lizards on a log-

movement behind the kitchen window, the curtain blowing in the spring wind, and is seconds from yelling and asking for some lemonade when he sees them.

Mom and Aunt Liz, kissing.

Not just pecks on the cheek like his father’s European clients, real-life kissing.

Kissing like they’re in love.

CW: Technically Step-romance #steddie

The first time he thinks about kissing—real kissing, not like the fake ones on TV—is when he sees Mom and Aunt Liz.

He and Eddie are 11-12 respectively, running around and playing in the mud like dad never allowed. Steve jumps from the puddle when he sees-

have this. She can have Liz, and Liz can have her, and Wayne can have as many Garfield mugs as he needs to keep his mouth shut to the boys.

The last thing she wants is to explain the birds and the bees to two 5-6 year olds while sprinkling 🌈lesbianism🌈 into the mix.

For now, it’s just a sleepover.

They pool their funds and purchase a double wide up the road. The ladies at bridge laugh her out of the room. Liz teaches her to shoot cans while ‘English Rose’ plays from the car, under the stars.

They keep sharing a room.

Marie… Marie is happy.

And so is Steve.

So maybe, just maybe, she can

food costs, but every time she brings it up, the Munson’s wave away her concerns like they’re nothing.

“We’re family now, doll, and you don’t separate family.” Liz whispers to her late at night, the boys snuggled between them, content.

So she stays, and she grows closer to Liz like Steve to Eddie.

in delight when Marie lets slip that his sleepover with Eddie might never end.

He’s overjoyed. Marie is ashamed.

Even with the 1/4 estate, she didn’t have enough to buy a new home in this market. She was more than intruding on Liz and Wayne’s tumultuous life by being here and doubling their-

She takes it, of course she does.

It’s not hard to leave a man who’d harm his own child, shame from the gossiping hens around town /also/ be damned.

Eddie and Steve are like two peas in a pod.

Raised as an only child, he takes to suddenly sharing everything quite well. The spritely boy squealing-

It’s a switch, going from 5 beds and 4 1/2 baths to sharing a bed with a grown woman and two children, but she makes do.

Thankfully, Stephan—Steve’s namesake and John’s father—isn’t as heartless of a bastard as her own father, offering 1/4 of the estate despite the prenup for a quiet divorce.

legal fees be damned, and finds care in the arms of her oldest friend, Elizabeth Munson.

Elizabeth is horrified at the news. A domestic disturbance being the reason she currently shared a trailer with her brother-in-law and her son, but Al never touched Eddie and that was a relief in the end.