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Omega!Steve who is kinda nauseous and offhandedly mentions it to Robin. Which is fine as she reminds him of the stomach bug the kids had and he's suddenly concerned about making Robin sick (thinking about himself being sick doesn't even cross his mind).

Except, someone overhears it. Someone overhead that Steve was nauseous and spread that he was pregnant. Which gets spread around like wildfire. Poor single omega Steve pupped up.

Cue it being like 11pm at night and someone is frantically knocking on Steve's door. He's all bleary eyed and opens the door. Standing on the other side is Alpha Eddie with a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear, and a bag of what appears to be food.

Eddie who could not believe the audacity of some alpha who pupped Steve up and left. Steve!!! Its unconsciousable and if given the chance he would rip that alpha to shreds. So, of course, he's showing up. He's ready to step up to the plate.

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After asking Eddie "would you still love me if I was a worm", he pauses for a moment before he throws his hand in the air. He has it formed like you would a sock puppet. Suddenly, his hand darts down into your side. You jump as he uses his fingers to nip at you.

"What the fu-" You push his hand away as he does it again," What are you doing?!" "I'm the bird that gets the worm," Eddie rolls his eyes and mumbles," this guy," jokingly. He uses his hand to nip at you a few more times, causing you to giggle and slap his hand away.

"You were supposed to say yes you'd still love me," you roll your eyes as you turn on your side away from him. "Oh yeah, well duh. I'll love every version of you." Eddie kisses your shoulder," Besides..."

You feel his fingers nip at your butt as he says," Biggest, juiciest worm I ever saw."

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Sorry I just think it's an insanely funny AU for rich old money Steve who has never lifted a finger a day in his life to hire Eddie for mowing the lawn and gardening. Eddie who nods as Steve explains what he wants and Steve thinks he understands..

Except he comes back outside and there are flowers planted he didn't approve and the bushes are cut different. There's mulch and a new flower bed. He storms over to Eddie who is kneeling over the dirt, dirt streaked up his muscular arms- regular manly arms nothing special Steve tries to tell himself. Eddie who completely dismisses Steve and well-

Steve's annoyed of course he is cause its HIS lawn. And yet Eddie's work looks so good which is of course infuriating because it's the opposite of what he wants. He stomps his foot and even tells Eddie such and Eddie just-

Pats him on the cheek and tells him to let the professionals with the know how do it. Eddie gives him a mock pout and he can feel his face flush. He doesn't tuck his tail between his legs or whatever the saying is- he's simply regrouping!!

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Winter slumber

Steve Harrington x reader

Contents: just fluff, mentions of wintertime (I totally didn't start to write this in November shhh)

Steve shivered as he tried to open the front door, arms full of groceries. The snow covering the ground had fallen overnight and showed no sign of stopping. The store was full of people stocking up last minute, including himself.

Thankfully, Steve is prepared most of the time, and there were canned goods aplenty. But he almost had to take down an old lady for a loaf of bread.

"Honey, I'm home," Steve calls as he stomps his feet, letting the snow fall off in clusters on the rug. Steve frowns when there is no response, calling out,"I said 'Honey, I'm home'?"

Steve taps his feet a couple of more times, before giving up. He'll wipe the floor with a towel, he's gonna leave tracks in either way. He's more concerned with setting the groceries down before the bags rip or his arms do.

You aren't in the kitchen when he deposits the groceries on the table. You don't come into the kitchen when he is putting everything away. You don't greet him at all as he takes his shoes off and wipes the floor of any stray snow and wet footprints.

Steve peeks into the living room and frowns, his brow becoming furrowed. You aren't sitting under the crocheted blanket Mrs. Henderson gave him. Which is where he had left you. Steve puts his hands on his hips and looks around.

There is no sign of life in the living room at all. For a split second, the terrible thought he has entered the Twilight Zone and doesn't live with his partner occurs. He scowls and bats the thought away, he should never have let you and Eddie have a marathon of that show.

Steve can't help the frown spreading across his face. He had wanted to see you smiling at him. Maybe have you jump up and give him a kiss. Warm him up a bit from the chill outside.

Steve shakes his head, groaning as his hair falls in his eyes. Stupid snow melting and getting his hair wet. His hair falling makes him realize his clothes are wet and he is cold.

Steve shrugs his winter coat off, hanging it on the hook. It falls off, the heft of the winter coat too much to stay on a small iron piece. Steve tilts his head back in frustration exhaling slowly. He unties his boots, grumbling lightly to himself as he tosses them on the towel to dry and picks up his coat.

Steve cautiously puts the coat back on the hook, hands hovering to make sure it doesn't fall. When it stays put, he sighs in relief. He takes two steps towards the stairs when he hears the coat hit the ground. He sighs again. It'll be there when he gets back, after he puts on some dry clothes.

Steve pads up the stairs, frustration simmering under his skin. Stupid coat. Stupid snow. He throws the door open to the bedroom an-

Oh.

You're like a vision. A soft respite from a long days work. You're simply sitting in bed, covers pulled up around you, thumbing through a magazine.

Your smile is dazzling as you beam at him. Steve can feel his heart stutter before beating faster. He wants you to always look at him like that. Full of love and adoration and joy at being with the person you love.

"Hey! When did you get back?" You ask, starting to pull the covers back. "No, stay warm," Steve walks quickly to your side of the bed. He kisses your forehead, smiles at you, then kisses you on the lips.

You grin up at him, hand running up and down his arm," Hi." Steve cups your cheek with a hand," What are you doing in bed, hm?" "Got cold and tired. Perfect solution, blankets and a nap."

Steve nods a few times before stretching his arms above his head. He doesn't miss your eyes darting to the stretch of stomach that becomes visible as his hem lifts up. "That sounds good." He says, going to the dresser to get out of his cold jeans.

Steve shoves his jeans down, scoffing and rolling his eyes with a smile at the whistle you let out at the sight of his boxer brief clad ass. He quickly puts on his plaid pajama pants you bought (you have a matching pair that he hopes you are currently wearing). It is cold in the house, he realizes as he heads back to the bed. He wonders how much the electric bill will go up if he increases the heat. He hates to think you were sitting cold without him to warm you up.

Steve slides under the blankets. He barely has laid down before you're curling into him. Steve can't help the smile spreading across his face as he lifts his arm and wraps it around you. Your head rests against his chest, one of your hands coming to rest against his stomach under his shirt.

Steve sighs contentedly as he closes his eyes. He can feel the tension in his shoulders start to release as he relaxes into the bed. "I love you," Steve whispers into the stillness. "I love you more," You whisper back. "That's impossible-" "You're impossible!" You poke his side lightly before mumbling," I love you," again.

Steve smiles as he starts to fall asleep. Lying here with you? He wants that peace for the rest of his life. Wants to find a way to carve out his chest and hide you inside it forever. But for now, he'll take this moment with you.

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Hold Your Hand

Johnny Storm x Reader

Synopsis: Johnny wants to hold your hand

Contains: fluff

You're standing in the kitchen, talking to Sue. Johnny's fingers twitch as he thinks over his plan. He's going to stroll in, throw a smirk your way, maybe a wink if he's feeling lucky, brush his fingers against yours before intertwining them. He's going to hold your hand.

Except, every time Johnny has tried, he fumbles. Last week, Johnny had decided he was going to try and flirt. He's not sure what happened in the conversation, he was too busy trying not to stumble over his words. But you had patted him on the arm and walked away. "That was painful," Ben had joked, patting him on the back. Johnny had glared and shrugged him off.

Last night, he had spent ten minutes talking himself up in the mirror. When he had finally mustered up the courage, he had walked up next to you. You had smiled at him and he quite literally tripped over his own feet.

Johnny had fallen with a loud crash, knocking a chair over. Everyone had surrounded him to see if he was okay, you laughing slightly. It stung, he knew you weren't being mean (and he knew it was kind of funny), but it stung. Johnny had gotten up, brushed everyone off and stormed out.

Today was the day though. Johnny took a slow, deep breathe. He can flirt, he's done it multiple times. Flirted the pants off anyone he's wanted. Had fun nights. But that's all it was, fun for one night. This was real. Serious. He had feelings. He wanted more then just one night. But first he had to make his move.

Johnny cleared his throat as he walked into the room," Hey." You look over your shoulder, grinning," Hey, you." "Hi," Johnny smiles, coming to a stop next to you. "You already said that," Your smile widens.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Johnny faltered, looking over at Sue who was amused. Johnny gave Sue a look and she laughed to herself," I just remembered, Reed needs me." "Huh? Oh, okay," Your brow wrinkles slightly with confusion before clearing.

You lightly touch Sue's arm, going to hug her, but Sue flinches back. "Your hands are like ice!" She frowns slightly. "Yeah, they do that sometimes." You shrug it off, looking down at your hands. Sue gives Johnny a look, nodding towards your hands.

"Oh! I can help!" Johnny straightens up, holding his hands out. You blink at him for a second before grinning. You hold your hands out.

Johnny gulps lightly, before grasping your hands in his. Everything seems colder to him now that he's able to catch fire at any moment. But he can tell your hands are even colder then how you normally feel.

Johnny closes his eyes so he can focus. Calling the flames inside him to warm his hands up, but not enough to actually light. He really doesn't want to hurt you.

You smile softly at him. You don't think he knows that when he focuses, his brow furrows and his tongue sticks out slightly. He holds your hands softly, carefully. His thumb rubs against the back of your hand ever so slightly.

Johnny's eyes flutter open. You swear you can see the flames in his irises. "Better?" He mumbles. "Yeah..." you smile softly. Johnny grins, looking down at the ground bashfully. It's cute, endearing. "Gonna hold my hands more often?" You ask, stepping closer into his space.

Johnny inhales sharply," If you let me? Yes." "Yeah?" You murmur, pulling his hands to wrap around your waist. "I'll do anything you'd let me." Johnny mumbles looking at your lips. "Anything?" You remove one hand out of his grasp, which Johnny would mourn except your hand is cupping his face.

"Anything for you," Johnny whispers. You inhale,"Then kiss me." Johnny leans in, hesitating right before his lips touch yours, giving you a chance to pull back. When you don't, he tentatively presses his lips to yours.

You sigh and lean into the kiss, gently moving your lips against his. Johnny can't hold back the groan that escapes him. You pull back too soon. Johnny tries to chase your lips, and you assent giving him another quick peck on the lips.

Johnny's eyes flutter open," Wow." You chuckle at him, as Johnny stares in awe at you. "Let's do that again- let's absolutely do that again," Johnny declares.

"Can you make out elsewhere? Some of us would like to eat lunch in peace," Ben calls out, breaking the moment. You and Johnny separate, looking at the ground before sneaking looks at each other and grinning. Johnny runs his hand across the back of his neck before looking back at you.

"I mean it," Johnny smiles at you," Anything."

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Robin accidentally puts a letter (meant to ask a girl out on a date) in the wrong locker. She waits, watching totally inconspicuously, except her crush walks up to the locker NEXT to the one she put it in. And dear old Eddie Munson strolls up to the same locker.

Robin watches as he unfolds the letter and blushes. She's immediately groaning and feels bad, because now this guy thinks someone likes him. And thats just mean but to confess and break his heart? She's missing lunch lamenting on the pay phone about the situation to Steve who is at Family Video.

Steve who has thought about Eddie for years. Captivated by the guy who will get up and yell on top of tables but also stopped and helped a freshman pick up all their papers when they dropped them. Steve who once got winked at by Eddie and felt his entire worldview shift.

"Well I'll go- yea, I can go in your place. Don't even worry about it." Steve offers. And Robin is so thankful she feels she would have combust spontaneously if she had to break Eddie's heart. Robin thinks Steve is gonna let him down gently. Meanwhile Steve is putting on his date jeans and adding a bit of lip gloss and winking in the mirror ready to charm the pants off eddie

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Robin accidentally puts a letter (meant to ask a girl out on a date) in the wrong locker. She waits, watching totally inconspicuously, except her crush walks up to the locker NEXT to the one she put it in. And dear old Eddie Munson strolls up to the same locker.

Robin watches as he unfolds the letter and blushes. She's immediately groaning and feels bad, because now this guy thinks someone likes him. And thats just mean but to confess and break his heart? She's missing lunch lamenting on the pay phone about the situation to Steve who is at Family Video.

Steve who has thought about Eddie for years. Captivated by the guy who will get up and yell on top of tables but also stopped and helped a freshman pick up all their papers when they dropped them. Steve who once got winked at by Eddie and felt his entire worldview shift.

"Well I'll go- yea, I can go in your place. Don't even worry about it." Steve offers. And Robin is so thankful she feels she would have combust spontaneously if she had to break Eddie's heart. Robin thinks Steve is gonna let him down gently. Meanwhile Steve is putting on his date jeans and adding a bit of lip gloss and winking in the mirror ready to charm the pants off eddie

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Werewolf!Steve is a menace in the sense that whenever he gets wet from rain or swimming he locks eyes with Eddie who is just innocently standing there. Eddie can feel the targeted stare and barely has time to start running before Steve is bolting at him. Steve gets within distance and immediately shakes himself so all the water on his fur flies at Eddie.

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making this community inhospitable to racists does not mean posting another quarterly “fuck off racists” tag pls take a breath slow down and be serious for a minute instead of doing the circle jerk of performative outrage

If you have to clarify on your blog that you don’t want racists reading your fics think long and hard about that. Is that bumper sticker activism statement the ONLY thing alerting them that they’re unwelcome? Do you think they feel represented or find your blog relatable without that statement attached? It’s not about if you think you’re a good person or not

we’ve got an echo chamber of hypersensitive white women upholding the racist, colonial, patriarchal standard in their fics, in their art, in their reblogs, in their actions behaviors and the circles they cling to and strategically try to profit off of (in the form of attention bc literally what else are you getting from this???)

Who do you think is benefiting at the end of the day from the idolized trope of the small fragile quiet white coded female reader x hyper sexualized Latino ?

(Spoiler the answer isn’t even white women …it’s white men; they’re still the ones on top at the intersection of racism, imperialism, capitalism, and patriarchy.. don’t play yourself, they (systemically) want you to eat that shit up so they can keep their power)

instead of telling racists to get off your blog, stop catering to narratives that are designed to make white women feel comfy and special EVEN IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE

if it makes it hard for you to enjoy the fandom when you actively choose not to read those fics or engage with content that perpetuates the same stereotypes and you suddenly feel starved for content that’s the point, don’t let it go over your head

making the space inhospitable to racists means doing everything with intention so they CANNOT see themselves in the fics you write AND reblog, in the art, in the tags, or as your friend

the loud hate coming from anons is NOT going to be swayed by these posts

but you can change YOUR behavior to lessen the constant barrage of microaggressions our bipoc peers get pelted with when they open this app by not contributing or promoting more of the same

It’s like the same way ‘boundaries’ have been misconstrued from therapy speak, like you don’t set boundaries by telling someone else what they can’t do ..you set boundaries through YOUR actions.

Yell that you hate racism all day I guess, but if you’re gonna keep sharing work filled with racial stereotypes and hegemonic colonial masculinity disguised as kink, or putting white women on a pedestal then you’re still providing space for racists to feel cozy and justified and I’m so serious about that

Here have more to read:

What Fandom Racism Looks Like: Racist Fanworks, Done Out of Spite

What if we improved fandom somewhat?

From the second link:

If these posts annoy you say it out loud so *I* can remove *you* from my blog bc i don’t expect y’all to leave on your own bc that would require self-awareness

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Genuine question, how can I suport BIPOC creators as a non-creator but someone who only is involved by reading, reblogging and commenting, and occasionally making gifs? What ur describing is disgusting and I hate seeing ppl whose work I love feel unsafe here. Idk what to do other than not be racist and tell racists to shut up :/

Hi anon! So in all honesty there's already been a few people who broke down ways to support your fellow BIPOC creators on here, and I would refer you to @almostempty's post here providing actual resources for people to learn about racism in fandom spaces and @tightjeansjavi's post here providing links talking about racism in general.

In general, I would just say be active in your support and advocacy for your BIPOC friends and be vocal about wanting diversity and inclusion in all spaces, online and in person. Read online sources, crack open a book on these topics to learn more because there's so much information out there about how to be an active anti-racist in your day to day life which is what you should want to do without needing online validation (in a general sense, not you personally). Always comment and reblog people's creations especially when they depict a narrative that differs from yours in any capacity, that means moodboards, fics, and anything else. It really goes beyond just supporting BIPOC on here, but what people really want is others to be actively outspoken against racism in any form it comes. Talk about it with people, be involved in the conversations people are having, learn something new and apply it to your everyday behavior and challenge your internal biases.

If you are passive about racism online regardless of how small the offense may seem, then chances are you are passive about it in real life, and that is the point most BIPOC people are trying to highlight and have been talking about for months. It shouldn't be their responsibility to always mention the obvious racism that's plaguing the fandom, and it shouldn't be their burden to constantly start the conversations about what people can do better. White members of this community should be just as proactive if not more to combat the harm inflicted on others, and that goes across the board in any online space and beyond.

I do wish Tumblr had a better system in place to prevent these hateful messages from happening with such frequency in the first place and that there were better safeguards in place to ensure BIPOC people are safe online, but this is what we have to deal with unfortunately, and it doesn't have to be this way. We can all have fun online and participate in this fandom space, but we can't do that if one group of people are "protecting their peace" at the expense of others.

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Cool Down

Steve Harrington x reader

Synopsis: Steve comes in after working outside in the heat and you help him "cool off"

Contains: oral (m receiving), ice play, slightly sub!Steve

18+only

Steve comes in the kitchen after mowing the lawn in the summer. "It's a scorcher out there," He mumbles. He's sweating bullets, chest heaving from breathing. He grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it up to his brow, his stomach and happy trail on display for you.

You are distracted at the sight for a moment before getting a pitcher out of the fridge. You pour a glass of lemonade and hand it to him. Steve thanks you with a wide smile, brisk kiss to your forehead. "I'm gonna cool down for a minute," He points his thumb over his shoulder towards the living room," But then I'll come in here and help finish dinner."

Which, is so sweet of him. He made the lemonade this morning, mowed the lawn, and was offering to help cook dinner on the night that was your designated night to cook, not his. You can't help but admire his ass as he walks out of the room. Your mind is blazing with thoughts of showing him how much you love him and appreciate him. How you would use your mouth and kiss him. But he's too hot right now...

Steve's eyes are closed, head back against the couch. He can hear your footsteps come in the room. You setting a glass on the side table. He can feel you sit next to him, your body heat.

He can feel you kiss his neck, right at his pulse point. He smiles slightly, but God is it hot. He's about to move away when he feels your tongue dart against his neck. He gasps at the ice cold feeling.

Steve's eyes fly open and he looks at you. You pull back enough, open your mouth, and stick you tongue out slightly. Steve can see the ice cube melting on your tongue. You close your mouth, moving the ice cube around, before open mouth kissing Steve's neck again.

Steve groans as you swirl the ice cube against his neck. The melting ice dripping down his skin, the way you lightly suck against him. You pull back when the ice cube is melted, which doesn't take long as you had only half filled the cube tray to try and mimic crushed ice (it didn't work).

You grab the hem of his shirt and lift slightly. It takes Steve a second to catch on, but as soon as he does he is immediately peeling it off and tossing it somewhere to deal with later. You lick your lips as you stare at his torso, before placing another ice cube in your mouth.

You kiss him, which Steve tries to deepen- he wants to steal the ice from your mouth and push it back in- but you pull away. Steve would pout except you're kissing and licking his chest. You spend extra time at his nipples, which harden when the ice comes in contact with them.

You continue your descent, replacing the ice cubes as they melt. The combination of heat and cold is tantalizing. Steve gasps and moans, trying not to writhe beneath you. When you reach his shorts, you glance up at him. Your gaze makes him feel like he's burning alive. "Please," he whispers, voice strained.

You grin as you peel down his shorts, Steve lifting his hips to help. His dick immediately springs up from being released from the fabric holding it back. He's thick and curved slightly to the left. A few freckles on the underside along with a prominent vein. He's flushed a deep red, the tip turning almost purple.

"Hot here too?" You ask, popping an ice cube into your mouth to let it melt slightly. Steve nods his head rapidly," Uh-huh so hot." You grin as you get off the couch onto your knees in front of him. "Wait-" Steve reaches over and grabs a throw pillow, handing it to you," your knees." God he really is the sweetest. You wonder how sweet he would be if you made him beg for it.

But now isn't the time for that. You slide the pillow under you, grinning up at him. Steve swallow thickly, eyes filled with lust as he gazes at you. You lean forward and lightly lick the tip.

Steve gasps, hands clutching the couch cushions. You wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue and the almost melted ice around him. Steve throws his head back with a groan, fingers flexing. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, a spurt of pre coming out.

You lick the pre from his slit, careful to watch him. You don't want to push from pleasure to pain at this moment. You want Steve to enjoy it.

Which he is. You can tell by the way his breaths quicken and his face flushes. The way his mouth drops open, little gasps and moans and groans escaping. You slide your tongue around him, taking a little bit more in your mouth. You want to say you can take him all, but he's so big. You have to practice more because of your gag reflex, but you don't think Steve will mind the practice.

"I'm not," Steve breathes heavily," nng not gonna last-" Steve cuts off with a sharp gasp as you suck. His hand darts out and settles on the top of your head. He isn't trying to push you further on him, just keeping his hand touching you in some way.

"Fuck I'm close. I'm gonna come in your mouth unless you pull off," Steve opens his eyes to look down at you. You smile the best you can around him and wink. "Fuck," Steve whimpers. You don't have much more warning before his thighs tense and abdomen flexes. Warm spurts of come hit the back of your throat and you swallow quickly.

His face is a site to behold. The slight scrunch of his eyebrows, his mouth wide open in an 'o', face flushed. You swallow all he gives you. When he's done, you carefully lick him off to ensure not an ounce is left behind.

You let him slide out of our mouth, gently kissing his thigh. You lay your head against his thigh, smiling up at him. Steve's eyelids flutter as he opens them, gazing down at you. A dopey grin spreads across his face," I love you." You giggle lightly," I love you too." Steve nods before licking his lips," Can I uh return the favor?"

As if you have to think about it.

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Eddie frowns to himself slightly. He was expecting to come home to find you watching TV or maybe doing one of your hobbies. Instead, there are still laundry baskets full of unwashed clothes you were going to take to the laundromat.

"Babe?" He calls, leaning against the wall to take off one shoe at a time. He lets them fall haphazardly next to your neatly placed shoes. He takes his leather jacket off and hangs it on the peg on the wall.

Eddie heads down the trailer hall to the bedroom. The door creaks as it opens. He can see you laying under the covers. Eddie walks over, carefully sitting towards the foot of the bed. "Hey Babe," he runs a hand up and down your spine," bad day?"

You groan," yeah...I'm sorry." "For what?" Eddie's brow furrows slightly. You huff and pull the blankets back to look at him. "I was supposed to do laundry. Clean the living room up for your club to meet tomorrow. Instead my joints decided 'hey let's become stiff like steel so every movement hurts'. My nervous system decided 'oh hey let's send a wave of fatigue so strong we can barely keep our eyes open."

Eddie blinks a couple of times watching you. A stray tear falls from your eyes, but Eddie gently wipes it away before it can leave your cheek. "Those days happen. It's okay. Do you ever get mad at me when my body aches?" He cups your cheek in his hand.

"Eddie you almost died saving the world. My body just is like this-" "Who's to say the Upside Down didn't exacerbate things hm? That air wasn't exactly legal." You roll your eyes.

"It isn't your fault." Eddie murmurs, thumb running back and forth against your cheek. The cool of his rings against your face. "It feels like it," you mumble. "Hey, stop being mean to the person I love!" Eddie pokes your side gently. You can't help but smile slightly at him.

"I love you. I know you get frustrated and upset sometimes, especially when things flare up. I do understand what you're going through and it fucking sucks. But that doesn't mean I love you less. We got to take the bad with the good. It makes those good days all the more special. It's an honor to be with you. In sickness and in health, yeah?"

"Are you saying wedding vows?" You joke. "I mean... I never believed in marriage for me but you make me think about it." Eddie shrugs," Dont need a piece of paper to validate my feelings for you." You smile softly," Yeah."

A few seconds pass before Eddie clears his throat, face flushing," So, uh, do you need heat? Will that help?" You slowly nod.

Eddie stands," Then I am going to go pop the rice bags in the microwave for you, and then im gonna run to the laundromat to get the clothes in the washer because I think Wayne will actually kill us both if he comes home in the morning to no clothes."

You laugh lightly," Til death do us part eh Munson?" "Not even death could separate us my love."

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Eddie frowns to himself slightly. He was expecting to come home to find you watching TV or maybe doing one of your hobbies. Instead, there are still laundry baskets full of unwashed clothes you were going to take to the laundromat.

"Babe?" He calls, leaning against the wall to take off one shoe at a time. He lets them fall haphazardly next to your neatly placed shoes. He takes his leather jacket off and hangs it on the peg on the wall.

Eddie heads down the trailer hall to the bedroom. The door creaks as it opens. He can see you laying under the covers. Eddie walks over, carefully sitting towards the foot of the bed. "Hey Babe," he runs a hand up and down your spine," bad day?"

You groan," yeah...I'm sorry." "For what?" Eddie's brow furrows slightly. You huff and pull the blankets back to look at him. "I was supposed to do laundry. Clean the living room up for your club to meet tomorrow. Instead my joints decided 'hey let's become stiff like steel so every movement hurts'. My nervous system decided 'oh hey let's send a wave of fatigue so strong we can barely keep our eyes open."

Eddie blinks a couple of times watching you. A stray tear falls from your eyes, but Eddie gently wipes it away before it can leave your cheek. "Those days happen. It's okay. Do you ever get mad at me when my body aches?" He cups your cheek in his hand.

"Eddie you almost died saving the world. My body just is like this-" "Who's to say the Upside Down didn't exacerbate things hm? That air wasn't exactly legal." You roll your eyes.

"It isn't your fault." Eddie murmurs, thumb running back and forth against your cheek. The cool of his rings against your face. "It feels like it," you mumble. "Hey, stop being mean to the person I love!" Eddie pokes your side gently. You can't help but smile slightly at him.

"I love you. I know you get frustrated and upset sometimes, especially when things flare up. I do understand what you're going through and it fucking sucks. But that doesn't mean I love you less. We got to take the bad with the good. It makes those good days all the more special. It's an honor to be with you. In sickness and in health, yeah?"

"Are you saying wedding vows?" You joke. "I mean... I never believed in marriage for me but you make me think about it." Eddie shrugs," Dont need a piece of paper to validate my feelings for you." You smile softly," Yeah."

A few seconds pass before Eddie clears his throat, face flushing," So, uh, do you need heat? Will that help?" You slowly nod.

Eddie stands," Then I am going to go pop the rice bags in the microwave for you, and then im gonna run to the laundromat to get the clothes in the washer because I think Wayne will actually kill us both if he comes home in the morning to no clothes."

You laugh lightly," Til death do us part eh Munson?" "Not even death could separate us my love."

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Cool Down

Steve Harrington x reader

Synopsis: Steve comes in after working outside in the heat and you help him "cool off"

Contains: oral (m receiving), ice play, slightly sub!Steve

18+only

Steve comes in the kitchen after mowing the lawn in the summer. "It's a scorcher out there," He mumbles. He's sweating bullets, chest heaving from breathing. He grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it up to his brow, his stomach and happy trail on display for you.

You are distracted at the sight for a moment before getting a pitcher out of the fridge. You pour a glass of lemonade and hand it to him. Steve thanks you with a wide smile, brisk kiss to your forehead. "I'm gonna cool down for a minute," He points his thumb over his shoulder towards the living room," But then I'll come in here and help finish dinner."

Which, is so sweet of him. He made the lemonade this morning, mowed the lawn, and was offering to help cook dinner on the night that was your designated night to cook, not his. You can't help but admire his ass as he walks out of the room. Your mind is blazing with thoughts of showing him how much you love him and appreciate him. How you would use your mouth and kiss him. But he's too hot right now...

Steve's eyes are closed, head back against the couch. He can hear your footsteps come in the room. You setting a glass on the side table. He can feel you sit next to him, your body heat.

He can feel you kiss his neck, right at his pulse point. He smiles slightly, but God is it hot. He's about to move away when he feels your tongue dart against his neck. He gasps at the ice cold feeling.

Steve's eyes fly open and he looks at you. You pull back enough, open your mouth, and stick you tongue out slightly. Steve can see the ice cube melting on your tongue. You close your mouth, moving the ice cube around, before open mouth kissing Steve's neck again.

Steve groans as you swirl the ice cube against his neck. The melting ice dripping down his skin, the way you lightly suck against him. You pull back when the ice cube is melted, which doesn't take long as you had only half filled the cube tray to try and mimic crushed ice (it didn't work).

You grab the hem of his shirt and lift slightly. It takes Steve a second to catch on, but as soon as he does he is immediately peeling it off and tossing it somewhere to deal with later. You lick your lips as you stare at his torso, before placing another ice cube in your mouth.

You kiss him, which Steve tries to deepen- he wants to steal the ice from your mouth and push it back in- but you pull away. Steve would pout except you're kissing and licking his chest. You spend extra time at his nipples, which harden when the ice comes in contact with them.

You continue your descent, replacing the ice cubes as they melt. The combination of heat and cold is tantalizing. Steve gasps and moans, trying not to writhe beneath you. When you reach his shorts, you glance up at him. Your gaze makes him feel like he's burning alive. "Please," he whispers, voice strained.

You grin as you peel down his shorts, Steve lifting his hips to help. His dick immediately springs up from being released from the fabric holding it back. He's thick and curved slightly to the left. A few freckles on the underside along with a prominent vein. He's flushed a deep red, the tip turning almost purple.

"Hot here too?" You ask, popping an ice cube into your mouth to let it melt slightly. Steve nods his head rapidly," Uh-huh so hot." You grin as you get off the couch onto your knees in front of him. "Wait-" Steve reaches over and grabs a throw pillow, handing it to you," your knees." God he really is the sweetest. You wonder how sweet he would be if you made him beg for it.

But now isn't the time for that. You slide the pillow under you, grinning up at him. Steve swallow thickly, eyes filled with lust as he gazes at you. You lean forward and lightly lick the tip.

Steve gasps, hands clutching the couch cushions. You wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue and the almost melted ice around him. Steve throws his head back with a groan, fingers flexing. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, a spurt of pre coming out.

You lick the pre from his slit, careful to watch him. You don't want to push from pleasure to pain at this moment. You want Steve to enjoy it.

Which he is. You can tell by the way his breaths quicken and his face flushes. The way his mouth drops open, little gasps and moans and groans escaping. You slide your tongue around him, taking a little bit more in your mouth. You want to say you can take him all, but he's so big. You have to practice more because of your gag reflex, but you don't think Steve will mind the practice.

"I'm not," Steve breathes heavily," nng not gonna last-" Steve cuts off with a sharp gasp as you suck. His hand darts out and settles on the top of your head. He isn't trying to push you further on him, just keeping his hand touching you in some way.

"Fuck I'm close. I'm gonna come in your mouth unless you pull off," Steve opens his eyes to look down at you. You smile the best you can around him and wink. "Fuck," Steve whimpers. You don't have much more warning before his thighs tense and abdomen flexes. Warm spurts of come hit the back of your throat and you swallow quickly.

His face is a site to behold. The slight scrunch of his eyebrows, his mouth wide open in an 'o', face flushed. You swallow all he gives you. When he's done, you carefully lick him off to ensure not an ounce is left behind.

You let him slide out of our mouth, gently kissing his thigh. You lay your head against his thigh, smiling up at him. Steve's eyelids flutter as he opens them, gazing down at you. A dopey grin spreads across his face," I love you." You giggle lightly," I love you too." Steve nods before licking his lips," Can I uh return the favor?"

As if you have to think about it.

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Werewolf!Steve snoozing on a dog bed (the kids got it for him and he couldn't tell if it was a joke but then when El and Dustin looked sad he couldn't NOT use it). Robin and Eddie are watching some long boring film and he fell asleep to them discussing the merits of the film.

Robin and Eddie are having an argument discussion when they hear Steve's snores. Which Eddie is immediately like well that's adorable and Robin is like shut up dingus. And they are half watching the movie when suddenly Steve's legs start to twitch, his claws scraping against the floor.

Steve bolts up out of bed and into a dead run, body moving before his mind has woken up. He runs straight into the wall.