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Eddie, “I’m grumpy and do not wish to be perceived.”

Steve, “you’re literally trying to crawl into my rib cage right now?”

Eddie, “well, yeah. But don’t look at me while I’m doing it, man.”

Handcuffs

When Steddie face their first serious argument as a couple, Eddie just sighs and breaks out the handcuffs.

The anger drains from Steve’s face as his boyfriend cuffs them together and announces that he won’t be unlocking anything until they’ve worked their shit out.

Their fight dies immediately because Steve sobs over the gesture like a baby. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to hold him and remind him that they love each other, so neither of them is going anywhere.

As it turns out, the thing Steve’s most afraid of is being left when things get hard and he knows Eddie has a track record of fleeing from confrontation.

From then on, all it takes is a pair of fuzzy pink cuffs to solve their arguments before they even start.

Eddie: don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve

Robin: don’t you mean cards?

Steve, used to Eddie’s shit: he did not

Eddie, pulling knives from his sleeve: I did not

day 3 of steddie omegaverse week: soulmates or bonding

devils and black sheep by catknives

summary:

The day they met, Eddie warned Steve that he wasn’t good at sharing.

Of course, this didn’t surprise Steve, seeing as he was (supposedly) looking at the most fearsome pirate captain on the Seven Seas.

rating: explicit (like, seriously)

in honor of #SteddieOmegaverseWeek, here's my response for the Day 2 prompt of omega/omega or alpha/alpha! featuring omega Steve and omega Eddie.

this thing that builds

rated T, 5995 words

“Well, they brought him out of sedation and took him off the ventilator, but they think he might be dropping,” she finally says, still holding him.

Steve stares and tries to process. Dropping. Like… “He’s an omega?” Steve asks quietly. His heart lurches in his chest.

Joyce nods and finally sits again, settling a thin hand on his over the jacket. “Apparently. I don’t really know much—I mean, I don’t even know him. But Dustin and the rest of the kids are with him.”

“What about his uncle? What about the game club guys?” Steve asks, casting about for any knowledge he has of Eddie’s pack. “Where are they?”

She frowns and shoots a nasty look toward the hallway. “I’m not sure. I have a feeling the government did everything they could to evacuate them with everyone else. I don’t even know if they spoke to his uncle or not. The poor man is probably worried sick.”

“He needs his pack.” Steve knows this. They taught it in one of the first classes of his EMT course. More than that, though, he knows it because he’s lived it before.

Steve remembers the feeling. The first time it happened to him, after the demogorgon. Only a few people even knew about his designation. His parents had left on business again; Tommy and Carol ditched him; things with Nancy were still weird. And Steve, alone and injured and terrified, dropped. He only survived because his neighbor came to check on him when a broken sprinkler started overrunning into his driveway.

Steve wracks his brain, fighting past the static of panic to remember the rest of that chapter. Pack helps most, obviously. Hospitals can only do so much with hormone administration, but injured patients often respond negatively to the influx of false triggers.

After that, the presence of another omega and a nest could appease instincts enough to hold someone over.

“They need to move me to his room,” Steve says.

Joyce’s eyebrows jump toward her bangs. “What?”

“We learned about it in my EMT course. If his pack isn’t here and the doctors can’t administer a hormonal treatment, the next-best thing is nesting with another omega. Usually it'd be someone close to him, but… we have to try.”

She blinks at him a bit before that familiar determined gleam settles over her. “Okay,” she says. “I’ll talk to the doctors. And if they don’t listen, we’ll figure out a way to do it ourselves. What do you need?”

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in honor of #SteddieOmegaverseWeek, here's my response for the Day 3 prompt of soulmates/bonding! featuring alpha Steve and alpha Eddie.

waiting for the hammer to fall

rated T, 6567 words

Eddie bites Steve in the Upside Down. It’s not romantic. It’s not beautiful. It’s not any of the things Steve ever expected when he imagined bonding with someone.

Instead, it’s blood and fear and pain and panic. It’s Steve pressing his hands over Eddie’s wounds, shouting at him to stay conscious, and then it’s Eddie’s teeth slicing into the skin over Steve’s bonding gland. It’s a wide-eyed gasp and a high-pitched whine, and then Steve comes to his senses and bites Eddie back.

Later, the doctor at the hospital will tell Steve it saved Eddie’s life.

In the moment, with Eddie’s blood coating his tongue and teeth, Steve just feels scared. Robin stares at him from across Eddie’s body, a horrible kind of pity in her eyes, but they don’t have time for it. Steve will have his breakdown later.

Right now, Eddie needs help. A dark shape approaches on his left side, his bad side, and Steve snarls without thinking before he realizes it’s just Nancy. She eyes him carefully as she kneels down in the wet mud. “We’ve got to get him to a hospital,” she says, like Steve doesn’t know that. “If you can carry his torso, Robin and I can get his legs.”

Steve looks back down to his shaking fingers where they press into the meat of Eddie’s body. Something sticky drips down over his collarbone.

“Steve.” Nancy sets her small hand on his forearm and squeezes with surprising strength. “Steve, we’ve got to go now.”

The choked little noise Eddie makes spurs him back into action. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s go.” Steve yanks his jacket off and presses it over the worst of the wounds on Eddie’s torso, securing it with his belt to keep the pressure on it. He keeps a close eye on the rise and fall of Eddie’s ribs as he repositions himself.

Between the three of them, they manage to haul Eddie to the gate in the trailer. Dustin shouts at them from above, and Steve doesn’t remember helping him get up there, but he must have. Robin hurries to tie the sheets from this version of the trailer into a new rope; Nancy paces under the hole andy yells directions up at Dustin; and Steve sits in the middle of the floor, clinging to Eddie, numbly staring at the imprint of his own teeth on the other man’s neck.

The ground rumbles underneath them while they argue over the best way to get Eddie through. Adrenaline surges through him, the need to protect, to run, and Steve just pulls Eddie over his shoulder and climbs the new rope Robin made like it’s nothing. He falls through in a tangle of limbs, trying to keep from landing on Eddie and barely managing to succeed. His sides radiate muted pain.

Everything rushes by. He feels the RV lurching along as he smooths Eddie’s sweaty hair back from his pallid face. The smell of blood is thick in his nostrils, obscuring nearly everything else. And he realizes he’s crooning, the sound deep and distressed, a futile attempt to offer comfort. Because his mate is dying in his arms.

Steve leans over and throws up on the floor. The bright yellow bile is streaked with red and pink. Dustin shrieks, but Steve just wipes his wrist over his mouth and curls back over Eddie.

God, what has he done?

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