Happy two years to homoerotic wall slammings with a broken bottle and cute finger-waves and obsessively needing to smoke when seeing a naked hairy chest and tossing clothes at each other and deep conversations after nearly dying and telling a guy that he's metal and badass and good and being jealous and awkwardly trying to set him up with his ex-girlfriend and giddily gripping each other's shoulders talking across dimensions to a joint adoptive son who needs to get his ego in check

Steve's sprawled across the couch watching a movie and doesn't react at first to the movement on the opposite side of it; he's so used to Eddie fidgeting all the time, even in his sleep, that he barely notices anymore. But then, there's the unmistakable weight and warmth of his boyfriend crawling across his body, and Eddie's face in his peripheral vision finally makes Steve turn and look.

Okay, well, that's a new one. But it's Eddie Munson, so pretty much every day there's something new.

Steve raises an eyebrow at the boy's face looming above him, grinning around a gummy worm dangling from his teeth.

"What?"

Eddie mumbles something unintelligible around the candy; the only part Steve can make out is the final 'oh fuck' as sugary spit starts running down Eddie's chin, and he has to rip the gummy out of his teeth and wipe his mouth with a sleeve.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head fondly. He's way too far gone, because it's just endearing when it should, probably, be off-putting.

"I brought you a worm," Eddie finally says clearly, his mouth free. "Get it?"

Steve just continues to stare at him, both eyebrows raised now. Eddie rolls his eyes.

"I'm courting you? Like, bird-style? You're supposed to accept my worm if you like me."

Steve bursts out laughing; he can't help it.

"Courting me? Eds, we've been dating for six months."

Eddie sighs, his smile turning sheepish as he starts moving away.

"Uh... You know what, never mind, t'was stupid—"

"Nonono, babe, get back here," Steve interrupts him, still chuckling, and grabs the front of Eddie's shirt to tug him back in. "Come on, I'll gladly accept your worm."

With a nearly blinding grin, Eddie shoves the gummy back between his teeth and leans in. Steve leans forward a bit and gingerly takes it with his teeth, their lips brushing briefly. As Steve chews through the sour-sweet gummy, his boyfriend giggles above him, eyes sparkling.

"You liiike me, then."

"I love you, you dork," Steve points out to him, unable to stop grinning now.

"Well, yeah, but now I also know you'd like me if we were birds."

"Oh yeah. I bet your mating dance would win me over right away, too."

Steve was absolutely prepared for Eddie to take the bait, and yet he's still in stitches from laughing as his boyfriend pushes himself to his feet and starts dancing around the couch, flapping his arms and making loud chirping noises.

Bird Steve would certainly be swooning. Human Steve just keeps falling harder every day.

Whatever the future may hold

Written for the May pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: Graduation

Rated: M

Tags: Omegaverse; omega!Eddie; alpha!Steve; pregnancy; mentions of sex

Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be

Eddie turns the square cap in his hands, feeling utterly and supremely sorry for himself. He's been imagining this day for so long. Snatching that diploma from Higgins's unwilling hands and prancing off that stage into a brighter, better future.

Only now, that future fills him with nothing but dread.

felt like drawing some stranger things characters in a new style

“Wait, what’s the bet?” Robin slides another vhs onto the shelf while looking over her shoulder.

“I bet that Eddie has a big dick. So then…” Steve waves his hands for her to continue.

“So I’m supposed to bet he doesn’t? How is this a bet? I don’t care, either way.” She rolls her eyes.

“Come on,” Steve whines. “Just play along.”

“If you want to see Eddie’s dick, why do I have to be involved? Can’t you just, I don’t know, take his pants off?”

“Uggghh,” Steve groans because she doesn’t get it. “I can’t take his pants off. Just bet me!”

“What do I get if I win?” She crosses her arms and points a glare at him.

“I’ll buy you breakfast on Saturday.” He smiles weakly.

“Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream?”

“Yes.”

“And orange juice?”

“Sure.”

“With bacon?”

“Whatever you want. Just take the bet.”

“This feels like one of the dumbest things you’ve asked me to do.” She shakes her head and turns back to the shelf.

“Yes, but you’re gonna do it right?”

“Jesus, if you need me to do this weird mating ritual with you, so you can finally do something with your weird crush? Fine. I bet his dick is small. On one condition.” She raises a finger.

“Anything.” He excitedly steps closer to her.

“Don’t ever prove the answer to me. I’m going to take your word on it.”

Robin cocks her head while Steve takes cautious steps toward the break room to clock in.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you hurt?”

“Hmm?” He bites his lip pretending like he didn’t hear her.

“Why are you walking like that?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He shuffles around the counter.

“Did you hurt yourself? What did you two idiots get up to last night?”

“Oh, uh, nothing, but…you owe me waffles tomorrow.” She narrows her eyes at him. “With extra whipped cream.”

“EWW!”

saw a post on twitter that said “going to urgent care to ask for a hug” so I made it omega steve suffering with isolation syndrome.

i’ve played with this concept before, but i just think that if steve started to notice the symptoms, he’d do his best not to bother anyone!

like okay, this is manageable. he’ll just walk in and pay for a hug. that’s not too much to ask for, right?

and it will be embarrassing, but he’ll be in and out. just a little something— a little affection, to take the edge off!

it won’t cure him. he knows that.

maybe his bones will ache a bit less though. steve’s stomach might not turn so much. his fever might go down a few degrees.

worth a shot!

“hi! um, i’m steve— harrington. steve harrington. i was just wondering if i could— uh, if i could have a hug?”

the nurse levels him with confused stare.

“this is an urgent care, sir.”

“yeah, i know.”

“and you want… a hug?”

steve clears his throat, losing his confidence.

“i think i’m coming down with isolation sickness and i could really use a hug,” he explains, lowering his voice so everyone in the waiting room doesn’t hear.

the nurse’s face softens. his warm alpha scent wafts across the check-in desk.

“oh. um… i don’t think we do that here?”

steve tries not to cry. this was sort of a last resort. he’s out of ideas.

“gotcha. yeah, no, for sure. thanks— thanks anyways,” he rambles, nodding aggressively to keep the tears at bay.

he turns heel to leave, his heart feeling full of lead.

“steve, wait!”

the nurse’s hand lands on his shoulder and the touch even with a shirt between their skin feels like an anesthetic.

“listen… we don’t offer help with isolation sickness, but if you can wait, i get off my shift in an hour and i’d be happy to give you as many hugs as you need.”

it’s a very kind offer (and the alpha is very handsome) but steve couldn’t possibly accept.

“i wouldn’t want to impose, nurse…?”

“it’s uh— it’s actually dr. eddie munson. the nurse asked me to watch the desk while she used the bathroom. and it really wouldn’t be any trouble at all.”

steve feels even worse. eddie is a doctor of all things and he has no business giving out charity to lonely omegas with no pack.

he tries to protest, but eddie jumps in once more.

“seriously, it’s not a bother. i could really use a hug myself.”

steve isn’t sure why he says yes.

he’s never taken up an offer of help from a stranger before, but something in him says to take a chance. to believe in sheer kindness.

it works out pretty well for him.

…if “pretty well” means steve ends up happily mated to a sweet doctor and raising six pups with the guy.

Steve Harrington is a gold jewelry man. I will be taking no questions at this time.

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Eddie, posting to Tiktok: My husband is on a bar trivia team with our friend, Max.

Eddie: Every time he goes to trivia, he gets drunk and then text me asking why I don’t introduce him to celebrities I don’t know.

*Eddie moves to the edge of the screen to show a screenshot of their text conversation.

The first text Steve sent says: They gave us a free round of drinks cause they can’t accommodate Max’s vision impairment this time.

The second text says: Round 1 done. We’re in last place!

The third text says: U were an answer!!!!!

Then an hour goes by and Steve texts: Why won’t u let me meet Rihanna???? I won’t be embarrasssing*

Eddie, taking up the screen again: ….Hi Rihanna, we met on a carpet once. Dunno if you remember but would you like to meet a middle school math teacher from Indiana? He’s cute.

Steve walks in to Eddie’s studio during one of his live-streams and Eddie stops strumming to ask, “Hey, did you see that email I forwarded to you?”

Steve: Huh? No…gimme a second *checks email* Hawkins High wants you to give a commencement speech at graduation?

Eddie: Isn’t that insane? Why would they ask that?

Steve: You should do it

Eddie:What? No-

Steve: Not because of the speech. I don’t care about that. If they’re dumb enough to think you wouldn’t pull shit, that’s on them.

Steve: You should do it and we should bring Robin with us because Tammy Thompson is the choir director there.

Eddie: I…I’m not following

Steve: Robin had a massive crush on her. She couldn’t even talk to her. I wanna see if she still gets flustered and awkward around her

Eddie, considering it: Wait a minute, didn’t Tammy Thompson have a massive crush on you? What if she still does?

Steve: Eddie, that’s a given. She’s only human

Some good old-fashioned staring at your hot classmate in the locker room

Not super happy with this one tbh

anyways I'm probably gonna redraw some old things soon just cuz

Now Complete

Smalltown AU | Coming of Age | Slow Burn | E

Read from the beginning

From Chapter Six

Eddie is working on some writing when his 2.5-year-old daughter Moe ran full-speed into the office, halting right at the edge of the desk.

“Dada!”

Eddie turned to look at her.

“Yes, my brilliant girl.”

“We don’t say fuck because it’s a bad word.”

He blinks as he runs through the last several minutes of…nothing, really – all he’s doing is sitting at the desk doing some editing, and even if he’d maybe been muttering to himself at the time, Moe was out of earshot in the kitchen where she was dragging all the pots and pans out of the cabinets for a DIY drum kit, so…not totally sure why Moe is bringing this up

“Uh, yep,” he finally replies, “That it is, Miss Moe.”

And then she’s gone just as quickly and unceremoniously as she’d arrived.

Eddie recounts the interaction to Steve later.

“You get that she knows exactly what she’s doing, right?” Steve tells him.

Eddie pauses.

“Huh?”

“Dude – she totally knows she’s not allowed to use that word but she wants to so she figured out a loophole.”

“Oh my god.”

“I know, right?”

“She’s a fucking genius child,” Eddie shook his head in complete and utter dismay, because there’s no way he was that goddamn smart at two years old.

“Yeah, she’s gonna keep shit interesting for us”

“I fear you may be correct, Steve-o.”

"How could they do this to me, Wayne." Eddie says, distraught, to Wayne who shares a look with Steve.

Who only sighs, shaking his head at the tantrum Eddie will work himself up to and turns to watch the tv show the nurses left on, a blue cartoon dog on the screen talking in a funny accent.

"Wayne you don't get it, our son was supposed to be born on Halloween. October 31st, which is in a few days." Eddie continues, voice getting more distressed. As if he was the one who was in active labor for a full 8 hours.

"And then he came out on the 26th." Wayne finishes, repeating what Eddie had been wailing and moaning about since their son was born.

Devon Wayne Munson was born on October 26th, approximately five days before the due date, which was, coincidentally, October 31st.

Halloween.

Eddie was over the moon at the thought of their son (both of them having teared up when they realized they were having a son) being born on Halloween.

As Steve's own birthday was on Christmas, Eddie thought it would've been perfect if their son had a holiday birthday, too. Even though Steve's hated his birthday for years. You know, with absent parents not caring about him and all.

But the idea was sweet and Steve was also a little excited at having a Halloween baby.

Alas, Devon wanted out. And he made it known when Steve's water broke right when he and Eddie got back from buying extra party supplies for their early Halloween party before Steve's due date.

"And he came out on the 26th," Eddie mourned, dramatically throwing himself in the chair that was by Steve's bed.

"Give him a break, Eddie. The upside to this is that I'm being discharged tomorrow, and we'll be allowed to take Devon. Aren't you happy we'll be spending Halloween together at home instead of the hospital." Steve said, trying to reason with his husband.

Wayne was the only one visiting due to everyone planning on coming in a couple days for the party, and since only family was allowed in. Steve knows if Robin - who was planning her wedding with Vickie - and Dustin - who was in New York with Suzie in college - heard, they'd be yelling and making a worse scene together than Eddie.

Steve will never forget how Wayne looked when Eddie, who finally managed to stop his crying and flailing around when given their son, gently put him in Wayne's arms and told him his name.

It took Devon finally being taken by the nurses for anything being wrong with him since he was a Premature baby for it to finally hit Eddie that he wasn't getting a Halloween baby.

And he's been insufferable since, bringing it up to anyone who'll listen, mainly nurses who just nervously smile after checking up on Steve before scurrying out. He even called his friends to complain. Steve heard cackling and knew it was Gareth giving Eddie shit for all his bragging about having a baby on Halloween.

When Eddie starts his rant again, jumping from the chair to make his way to the ward where Devon was at, Steve and Wayne share another look, knowing their beloved feral raccoon was now going to just stare at the newborn in awe while the nurses tried to find reasons for him to go back to Steve.

They both decide they'll let the nurses deal with him for a while.