<the wolf and the bat> (Completed.)

Wake up call

Just some fluff to make up for the angst because I woke up from my after-school nap and I feel bad

Eddie was jolted awake by a very loud, very old alarm clock. He fell off the bed, grunting and cursing Steve for not turning it off. Speaking of steve, where was he? He thought. He pulled himself off of the floor, and walked downstairs, looking around for Steve.

"SHIT!" He did not expect to see a very tall, furry, werewolf, standing in Steve's kitchen. In nothing but boxers.

Steve glanced at Eddie, forgetting what he looked like the moment. "Uh, sorry Ed's. I forgot that this isn't something you see on a day to day basis..."

"That's for sure!" Eddie grumbled. He stepped into the kitchen, letting the smell of bacon float into his nose.

(I had to do it I'm sorry plz don't unfollow I thought it was funny lmfao werewolf steve coming okay plz laugh plz say it was funny)

Eddie held a hand to his head. He felt tired, the alarm still ringing through his ears.

Steve stepped past him, and returned a few laments later, wearing an oversized shirt, that had perfectly sized for his werewolf form.

He was wearing small shorts.

This time, it was Eddie's time to stare. (Keep it in ur pants munson) and Steve noticed. "You okay eddie?"

"Huh? Yeah."

Steve returned to the stove, grabbing the pan of sizzling bacon, and emptying the pan onto two plates, where pancakes already sat.

"Busy morning, huh stevie?"

Steve almost jumped out of his skin. There was something about the nickname. He didn't mind it, in fact, he almost fell apart whenever eddie called him by the nickname. "Oh be quiet! You're lucky I cooked you breakfast!"

Eddie smirked, he knew he had Steve wrapped around his finger. They weren't officially 'together', but they practically were, they were often staring at each other, sometimes quite obviously...

Robin and dustin always seemed to call Steve out on it, making snarky remarks. It was only a matter of time.

Eddie ate hungrily, suddenly grateful for Steve's amazing cooking. Steve on the other hand, poked at his plate with a fork, seeming bored and uninterested in food at the moment. Instead, his eyes were focused on Eddie's lips, wishing he could just kiss him already.

But Steve couldn't bring himself too, reminding himself that eddie might be straight, homophobic maybe.

But, oh how wrong Steve was.

He'd realize that later, he was very, very wrong.

So wrong.

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422 words.
I might have to make a pt 2 of this chapter.