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Eddie pointing to a sign that has a dog on it that says," Keep your dogs leashed at all times." Eddie elbows Steve and goes," Awh man we gotta leave!" Before Eddie could joke about being a wild animal, Steve leans real close to his face and says," If you wanted me on a leash Munson, you could have just asked."

Steve winks and walks away while Eddie's brain blank screens and dies

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Sorta Mean!Steve x female!reader thought

Steve can be mean. Be a bit bitchy. And listen, he tries not to. Except you get all flustered when he does. Noticed how you reacted when he bitched about customers or gave Robin sass. Then he does it to you and-

You get all cute and avoid his eyes. Shift ever so slightly and clench your thighs together, fuck, he hopes it turns you on. He's had to hide how hard it makes him for awhile now.

It really is like what his mom said, about a boy pulling a girl's pigtails meaning he liked them. Steve likes how you like it. He's never mean mean, he never wants to hurt you or push you away he just...

Steve will pull your bra strap and let it snap back against your shoulder. Or wrap his arm around your shoulder and mess up you hair,, giving you a noogie. Rolls his eyes and scoffs at you. One time, when you bent just slightly over and he saw the hem of your underwear peaking out, well of course he had to tug on it. Not hard, just enough to startle you. Make you swat at him and push him away, hiding your face in your hands. Sometimes, he'll say something so bitchy and degrading and immediately go to apologize but you bite your lip. Your lashes flutter as you look away.

He realizes he basically is doing all the stuff he did back in school. Well, all the stuff Tommy and the guys did that he let happen. But he doesn't like it when it happens to others. Someone says something mean to Robin? Steve's ready to jump over the counter and fight the person. Someone pushes Dustin? He's pushing that person to the ground. He hates seeing couples in public get pushed around or mean to one another, makes him feel sick to his stomach. It's only you.

And today, coming home from work and it's hot as balls, he heard your music playing from his pool. Steve's tired but he feels a thrill run through him at the thought of seeing you, maybe pushing you in the pool (if you can swim, you can swim right?). After he changes into swimming trunks he goes outside.

And you're lounging on a float in the pool, eyes closed. You look asleep, mouth open ever so slightly. You're wearing a red bikini that makes him want to drool. He could stand for hours just watching you.

Except he forces himself to jump in the pool. The wave of his splash causes water to spray on you. You let out a startled shriek as you flail, flipping the float over and disappearing under the water. Steve grabs your arm and hoists you up, you gasping for air.

"Shit, you ok?" Steve asks, brow furrowed. "What the fuck Steve!" You slap at his arm as you swipe water out of your face. "I just thought- i mean- you weren't supposed to fall off!" Steve frowns slightly. He genuinely didn't mean for you to get scared and fall in the water, just to spray you with it.

You sigh and pout lightly at him," it's fine, I needed to cool off anyways." "You sure?" "I'm sure."

A moment of silence grows between you. It's soft and sweet, causing Steve's stomach to turn. The smile you give him, its adorable. It's too close to what if you were his- he can't think of that. Won't. Because deep down he wonders if he even deserves you since he's a bitch. So he does what he does best- pokes at you.

Steve goes to tug your strap, just like he would a bra, acting on instinct. Except this isn't a bra. This is a bikini. One that ties. And Steve was absolutely not expecting it to come undone. He sees a flash of skin, just a tad more then normal as the top falls.

Then you're both shrieking. Steve flails, immediately letting go of the top and covering his eyes. He isn't sure what you do, probably cover your bare- fuck he shouldn't think of that. "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" Steve keeps repeating it back to back.

"Steve," is all you get and he's just rambling, " I am so fucking sorry, I thought it would be like your bra and just snap back and fuck I didn't mean to just expose you oh my god I'm so sorry jesus-" "Steve." "Fuck, I'm sorry this is so bad oh-"

A hand on his wrist causes him to pause. He peeks through his fingers at you. Your top is in place and you don't appear upset. "It's okay. It was an accident. Just maybe don't do that?"

Steve's nodding," Yeah- for sure." Another moment of silence for about a few seconds. "Well did they look good?" You ask cheekily. Steve groans and covers his face again

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do you have ao3?

I do not- solely for the fact that by the time I got the email and was able to get back in my email it didn't work, and I have to wait weeks for them to send one (and I have the attention span of a goldfish and simply forget im waiting for the email)

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Successfully converted my father to a stranger things fan: his favorite character is Steve followed by Hopper and then Dustin.

He ships Stancy (rude, Steve should be with me 😤 (this is a joke)

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Eddie rounds the corner with his drink and stumbles over the threshold when he sees Steve. Steve is wearing the most obscene white shirt- it's just a shirt a mere mortal might say, but Eddie knows better. It's a tight shirt, so tight that even not hard, the nubs of his nipples are pressed against it. So tight, the hair on his chest that runs down to his belly button and runs from that down- Eddie about chokes on his tongue thinking about where it goes- is faintly visible. So tight it looks like his biceps are bulging and so white he looks like a tanned golden God.

Except it wasn't a metaphorical trip. It was a literal trip. Eddie is literally falling as his eyes bless him with the most beautiful image he's going to think about in bed and the shower and- and he's still falling.

But Steve thinks fast and catches him, mostly with his own body. Except Eddie's water spills all over Steve and somehow ends up in Eddie's hair and its just a mess.

And Eddie is going to apologize, already is stammering out apology after apology, when he steps back after he gains footing and promptly goes mute.

Cause that once obscene white shirt is obscener- that may not be a word but Eddie is writing it in the dictionary with the caption "Steve wet t-shirt contest". Because Steve's shirt is now see-through. And because of the cold air and the water, Steve's nipples have started to harden. And his belly button is now visible and Eddie didn't even realize he had a thing for belly buttons but he does for Steve's. Every glorious inch of chest and stomach is visible to Eddie's wandering eyes, God his wants to kiss and bite it.

And Steve is just smirking at him and he should say something damnit anything but all he does is make a noise which Steve will later mimic and laugh about. But for now Steve is smirking and basically shirtless and looking so hot and-

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Merman!Steve who is listening but not too intently to Dustin. He feels the sense of danger pull in his gut seconds before Dustin screeches. Steve barely has time to push Dustin through the water away before a net is closing up around him. Dustin is yelling as the net lifts Steve closer to the surface of the water.

Which- this is not how he wanted to spend his day. The one rule of hiding from humans and here he is immediately breaking it. He grits his teeth, tries to use his claws to tear the net, but it is thickly woven. He can't help the panic build inside as he gets pulled above the water.

Steve's tail flops wildly as he flails, trying to get out. The sky looks different without the haze of water but he barely has time to focus on that before the net is deposited on the ship. The hard wood under his back is different then the sunken ship him and Robin hang out at, and he cringes at the feeling.

"The fuck are you?" A voice asks. Steve flashes his fangs at the voice and holds his claws up. The man standing in front of him raises an eyebrow at him. The human...isn't attacking him? Isn't trying to cut his tail off and sell it? Isn't trying to pry his teeth from his jaw and make necklaces like they do sharks?

"Well shit," the human murmurs, scratching his chin. The man has some wrinkles, moves slowly to sit down, grimacing slightly. "Shit," Steve parrots back, the words difficult to make since he has never used his voice like this. He is realizing this human is hurt by his slow movements- he doesn't want to hurt someone who is already hurt.

"Hey Uncle Wayne did- what the fuck is that!?"

Steve jumps and turns to the new voice and-

It's the most gorgeous human he's ever seen. Big brown eyes and plump lips. His skin has ink on it, designs that are intriguing. His hair is long and Steve wants to run his hands through it, see if it is soft or not. See how it moves through his hands. His legs are long, maybe longer then Steve's tail. He has muscles in his arms, but is lean. Absolutely divine.

"Am I hallucinating? You uh you see this too right?" The man motions to Steve, staring openly at him. Steve preens slightly under the man's gaze. The man should look, admire him even. Steve would pose in front of this man for hours if he asked. The man holds his hand up and waves slightly at Steve, as if trying to make him disappear.

Steve blinks a few times, tilting his head. The man is frowning and he looks upset- the man shouldn't look upset, even if it makes his lips look more plump. Steve raises his hand, the net hindering his movements. The man's mouth drops open as he sees Steve's webbed fingers. Steve looks at his hand then the man before copying the wave the man did.

An incredulous laugh busts out of the man. It startles Steve at first but it's a good noise. The best noise. He could listen to this all day. He makes clicking noises back at the man, his version of laughter.

"Eddie, put the net back in the ocean," The Uncle-Wayne says," Let him-er, it?- go home." "This is insane! This is- oh my god-" "Eddie!" The Uncle-Wayne motions to the net, stopping The Eddie from speaking further. Steve doesn't want The Eddie to stop, he loves the tone of The Eddie's voice.

"Right, er, let me just uh get the net then," The Eddie nods looking at Steve again before rushing off. Steve pouts and leans forward, trying to see where he went. "Jesus Christ," The Uncle-Wayne mutters, causing Steve to look at him.

The Uncle-Wayne rubs his temples before looking at the sky," The one day my nephew agrees to come with me." He sighs and shakes his head," Of course, why not? Couldn't find a human had to be a fish person."

Steve isn't sure what The Uncle-Wayne is talking about. Before he can think too deeply on it, the net is moving. He fumbles and twists in the net, grabbing the sides to stay up right. The net lifts in the air and moves over the side of the boat. Gracefully, the net is lowered back into the water.

As soon as there is an opening, Steve darts out of the net. His heart is beating so fast, he can feel his pulse in his hands. Free of the net, he looks back at it in offense. It stays lowered for a few moments, Steve pushing it away with his tail as it drifts closer to him.

Steve watches as it raises back up out of the water he can see the water falling onto the surface, like how it does when it rains. It's beautiful, in a way, but it's also sobering to think of how deadly it could be if it wasn't The Eddie and The Uncle-Wayne.

Steve cautiously pokes his head up out of the water to look at the ship. His eyes meet once again with The Eddie's, who is leaning over the edge of the ship. His smile is beautiful, but he doesn't have sharp teeth like Steve. Steve smiles, afraid The Eddie will be scared of his teeth. He sees The Eddie inhale sharply, but The Eddie doesn't look scared. Steve can't decipher exactly what The Eddie's look means as he licks his lip.

Steve raises his hand like The Eddie did earlier and waves. The Eddie laughs, such a beautiful noise to Steve. Melodious and free. The Eddie laughs and waves as the ship pulls away. Steve waves until The Eddie and the ship are too far away.

They are too far to see Steve slip back under the water and race after the ship, following the vibrations in the water. They don't see Steve follow them to the dock. They don't see Steve as he watches them get off the boat to the land. But Steve sees them. He sees The Eddie. And he'll come back with the best shell he can find to give as a gift to court The Eddie. He'll bring back a hundred gifts if he has to.

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take this WIP I never fully fleshes out into a writing for steddie with religious undertones/themes and parallels

Steve, feeling guilty about his past, decides to "right his wrongs". Says they've survived so much there must be a reason, maybe he needs to get forgiveness for those he's wronged. Robin rolls her eyes and said it was just high school and no one would care that much. She says he wasn't even the one doing things, he just turned a blind eye. Which, to Steve, that may be worse. Robin puts an end to the discussion by telling Steve that he's being weirdly religious about it- which, he only entered a church once as a kid on Christmas so he doesn't believe that religion has anything to do about it.

Steve sits down and writes a list. People he knows he hurt, people he may have hurt, people he knows got bullied- even if he didn't do it he wanted to apologize.

Nancy was easy. She had raised an eyebrow and said they were young and dumb, but she also apologized. They had hugged. Jonathon and ignored his apology, lightly punching him in the arm saying he had apologized with a new camera years ago.

When he tried to apologize to Robin she called him a dingus and threw the candy she was snacking on at him. Told him she was invisible to him not bullied by him. She was more slightled that Tammy liked him then anything. Which Steve apologizes for as well which starts a whole new argument.

Some people just raise their eyebrows, like one of the theater kids. Others just laughed Steve off. Probably at him, which maybe he deserves. He doesn't care. Their opinion doesn't matter to him. He just wants to be a better person.

It all comes to a head when Steve sees one Eddie Munson at the trailer when he's dropping Max off at hers. It takes him three deep breath before he's marching over. He knocks on the door and waits. And no one answers. So he knocks again. And again. And again and again and-

Eddie looks quite annoyed when he throws the door open (almost hitting Steve), but it quickly morphs to shock and then confusion. "Well thee King Ste-" "Don't call me that. Can we talk?" Steve pleads. Maybe its his tone or the look in his eye, but after Eddie staring into his eyes (or soul it felt like) he is let in.

Steve starts apologizing and Eddie is silent the whole time. "You're what, wanting like absolution or something?" Eddie asks after. "Wha- no! I need to apologize. I've changed man."

"Uh-huh. And you want me to forgive you, but what if I say I dont?" "What do I have to do?" Steve asks forlorn. "Steve, I'm not a fucking priest. You don't need to come in here begging for forgiveness and absolution or whatever the fuck they do-" "I will."

There's silence. "What?" Eddie blinks. "I'll beg if I have to, just please man forgive me." Eddie looks bewildered for a moment," why would my opinion even matter?" Before Steve can answer Eddie smirks," Nah, never mind. Okay, beg."

Steve opens his mouth to start but Eddie clicks his tongue at him," Begging starts on your knees." Steve hesitates, scoffs, and Eddie shrugs," Fine, you can leave then. The door is that way."

So Steve does. Gets on his knees in front of Eddie. Kneels before him and looks up at him. And when Eddie pushes his hair out of his eyes, it feels right. Like he was made to kneel and worship at Eddie's feet.

And maybe that's why Eddie's opinion mattered so much. Because he has always cared what The Freak thought as he paraded around on tables. Always blushed and looked away when Eddie looked at him. Not because he was hoping to be ignored in his tirade, but because if Eddie truly looked at him he would peer into his soul and turn him inside out.

"Well ain't this a sight, pretty boy on his knees just begging for it?" Eddie croons above him, patting his cheek. Steve can't help his eyes flutter shut. Maybe Robin was right about religion, but the only religion he wants to he a part of is worshipping Eddie Munson.

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Adding on to previous omega x omega feral Steddie thought:

After Eddie gets the tattoo, Steve wants something as well. But because he's going to be a teacher, he can't have a tattoo. So he gets a necklace that has an E on it. Dustin calls it a collar and Steve is immediately snarling and growling at him. It is not a collar, it is stylish and subtle!! Then of course Eddie whispers he would collar Steve if he asked and Steve practically melted into a puddle (was that something he was into before? No, no it wasn't, but Eddie).

They also got caught sharing a toothbrush. Which made Robin gag and spout of statistics of why they should absolutely NOT do that. Eddie's response? "We already swap spit and slick, how bad can it be?" He gets pelted with a pillow the second he finishes the sentence.

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Scent Me

Alpha!Steve Harrington x Omega!Reader

Synopsis: You come home from work after an alpha attempts to corner you, Steve takes care of you

Contents: omegaverse, sexual harassment, getting cornered by an alpha, hurt/comfort

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You were angry. You had never been filled with such rage before. Fucking Jason. Your fists were clenched and you could feel the sharpness of your teeth. A low growl rumbled through you.

You had been running into Jason more often. So often, it didn't feel like a coincidence. It started when you had went to the store and rounded the corner, actually running into the alpha. He had glared and was going to scold you, but had froze and asked you when you had presented. You had awkwardly laughed it off and left.

Then he showed up to your work. The first time because he had actually been going to see a movie. You and Heather had both gave each other a look of disgust before plastering on fake smiles. Jason had glared at the other alpha but gave you a saccharine smirk. Then he kept coming back, even when he wasn't watching a movie. He winked and said," I just really like the sweets here."

You had went home feeling guilty, even though you didn't do anything. Steve could tell you were upset, trying to calm you with his scent. You accepted the cuddles readily, but didn't tell him. It wasn't that you didn't trust Steve, but you didn't want to sully the new relationship with him. It was just an annoyance really, not something you wanted to bother Steve with. You didn't want to also be seen as annoying.

But today, Jason had followed you to your car. He had stayed out of arm's reach, but you knew the alpha could move quick. That was the first time you felt afraid. "Nothing to fear, Sweets" Jason had purred," You aren't mated huh?" "I have a boyfriend." Your hand shook as you tried to unlock your car without turning your back on him. Your key slipped, scratching the paint, causing you to curse and turn.

Jason had crowded you then. Pushed you against the car. "He isn't a real alpha if he hasn't mated you," Jason had smirked. He had ran his wrist down your neck, onto your shoulder. Your heart pounded, but before you could even move you both heard Heather shouting," Get the fuck away from them!" Jason had turned on his heel and ran from the woman alpha. He was all bark no bite when it came to other alphas, but you, an omega...

Heather had tried to calm you, but you flinched from her. You felt bad. You didn't want any other alpha in your space. You could tell she was hurt slightly, but knew she understood deep down. She handed you your keys that you had dropped after you declined her offer to drive you home.

You drove home crying. You were pissed. You hated how you felt. You had never been filled with such rage before. You felt violated all because of stupid biology. Your clenched fists hit the steering wheel. You felt like a caged animal. You felt weak. You felt guilty. You felt angry.

Your breaks squealed as you parked in the driveway. You yelled loudly to get some of this feeling out. But it wouldn't leave. Your tears fell faster as you wrapped your arms around yourself. You curled into yourself, aa if you could burrow into yourself so much you would hide.

You aren't sure how long you cried. How long you've let the sadness, fear, and anger consume you. It isnt until your door is being swung open that you realize you're still just sitting in your car. You startle slightly as you look over. Your glossy eyes find Steve's own concerned eyes.

Steve immediately leans into your space, but you don't flinch like you did with Heather. This is Steve. He's safe. Your alpha. Steve's unbuckling your seat belt and wrapping his arms around you. His scent is permeating your thoughts. Safety. Comfort. Warmth.

He holds you close and hums quietly, a hand trailing up and down your spine to comfort you. "What happened? You're okay," Steve whispers, trying to calm you. You suddenly cling to him, practically climbing onto him. "Please, scent me," you cry, wanting to get rid of the scent of the other alpha.

Steve leans closer, about to bury his face into your neck, when you can feel him tense, inhaling deeply to scent you. A low growl emits from Steve before he can stop himself. You release a whine," I'm sorry! I didn't want-" "Hey, no. You have nothing to apologize for!" Steve shushes you. "I know you wouldn't-" Steve shakes his head.

He pulls you even closer, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. Steve lifts you out of the car, you protesting the whole time even as you cling tighter to him. You could walk, but being held close as your Alpha uses his strength? Yeah, that's kind of nice.

Steve manages to kick the car door shut before carrying you into the house. You burrow your nose into his scent gland, inhaling deeply. Steve purposefully making his scent more calming. It worked, you were still angry but no longer felt like a caged animal.

Steve carries you up the stairs and to his room. He pauses only for a moment before pushing his closet door open. Your nest was still on the closet floor, having forgotten to move it after your heat. "You're okay Omega," Steve kisses your head as he sets you down in front of your nest.

"Do you want out of those clothes before getting in, or are you okay wearing them?" Steve asks. How sweet and kind of an alpha he is, letting you decide. "Off, it smells like him," you wrinkles your nose even as Jason's scent has receded. Steve nods once to himself then again.

Slow, strong hands carefully help pull your shirt off. He unbuttons your jeans, kneeling down to help you get your legs out of them. Each ankle he grabs and lifts he rubs his wrist against, leaving his calming scent all over you.

In only your underwear, you crawl into your nest. You hold out your hand to Steve, a silent request for him to join. Steve kisses the back of your hand before clasping it in his own, holding it close to his chest. He crawls in and curls around you.

You almost feel bad that Steve practically has to fold in on himself for you both to fit in his closet. But the thought of safety and comfort fills your mind more. You lay in silence, head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Steve rubbing his wrists up and down your back in circle patterns.

"Jason cornered me today," you cut through the silence, feeling Steve tense up," He's been coming around recently. Thought he was just being annoying. Wasn't sure if I was reading too much into it. Didn't think he'd actually try anything."

Steve growls, making you jump. "Shit, sorry Omega," Steve whispers, kissing your forehead. "Is okay," you mumble, burying your face in the crook of Steve's neck. "I'll set him straight. Give him a piece of my mind," Steve runs a hand down your back.

"Don't get hurt," you mumble. Steve scoffs," Hurt? Me- what are you saying huh?" Steve pokes your side lightly and you can't help but smile. "Get hurt. He's gonna get hurt, not me," Steve mumbles.

You close your eyes, reveling in his scent. Strong and comforting. His hand stroking up and down your back. Steve leaving his scent all over you. Your nest. You can't help but start to drift off to sleep, surrounding by love and protection.

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Eddie laying on bed flipping through a book. Tummy showing as his shirt has rolled up a little. You wait for the perfect moment when he seems most focused on the book. You pounce and blow a raspberry onto his stomach. Eddie shrieks and throws the book. He accidentally elbows you in the face as he flails- that's how you find out he is ticklish

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Omega Steve and Omega Eddie who are completely enamored by each other. Absolutely feral for each other. Their scents are so thick on each other when they meet new people, people think that's just their own scent. Steve is constantly biting at Eddie's neck, leaving bites along his mating gland. They never last, even if they wish it would. Omegas can't bite deep enough to mate other omegas.

Steve is spread out in their nest, waiting for his love to come home. Its later then Eddie said, and he's trying to not let his scent turn acrid in their nest. A few minutes wouldn't be an issue, but an hour? His head pops up off the pillow when he hears the front door slam. "Eddie?" He calls, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"Stevie, Sweetheart, can you close your eyes for a second?" Eddie calls. Steve hears his footsteps stop outside the bedroom door. "Why?" Steve glares lightly at the door," you're late by the way."

"I know and I am so sorry. What I was doing took longer then I thought and- just...please?" Eddie's scent comes through the door. Warm and apologetic. Steve sighs heavily before closing his eyes," Fine."

The door opens and Steve can hear Eddie walk up to the bed. "I'm sorry I'm late. It took longer then I expected an-" "What took longer?" "I thought it was a good idea but on the way home I overthought it and now i- well anyways I uh I got a tattoo. I uh hope you like it." Eddie whispers.

Steve opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is Eddie fidgeting with his rings. The tension in his stance. He can smell the anxiety rolling off him. The way Eddie's brow is furrowed and Eddie won't look him in the eyes. It takes Steve a second to notice the tattoo.

Steve gasps, sitting up straighter. Eddie's neck, specifically his mating gland, has a tattoo. "Is that-" Steve starts but Eddie cuts him off," Your teeth marks? Yeah. Figured since a regular bite doesn't stick might as well get it tattooed. Wanted to show the whole world we're mated."

Steve licks his lips as he stares at the tattoo. "You mad?" Eddie finally looks up into Steve's eyes. "Definitely not mad," Steve mumbles. Eddie's eyes widen as the smell of slick hits him," Oh." Steve inhales sharply, "You're so amazing and awesome and fuck me how-" "I'll fuck you don't worry."

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Was driving and the guy behind me was pissed I wasn't going faster (there were cars in front of me) and started REPEATEDLY flashing his brights at me. 😀😀😀He got so mad he finally got into the lane next to me and rolled his window down to yell but then had to swerve because he stARTED TO MISS HIS EXIT😀😀😀

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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.