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As long as I’m with You
Steve Harrington x You (short)
Summary: Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had this week
Warnings: hurt/comfort, talks of poor physical and mental health, doctors, suicidal ideation, medication use, drug use, chronic health issues, BPD if you squint, disabilities, use of the word “girl” x times, negative self talk, mentions of sex, angst, fluff~~
This is based off my own experiences and inspired by my pal Morgan’s version; feel free to check hers out
Tick tick tick
The clock strikes 12 and then 1, 3, 5am in the morning, no sleep no rest it’s an every day cycle. The same shitty cycle.
It’s a new year, but not a new you.
Sitting in your walker in front of the excruciatingly bright television screen, high as a kite, everything in existence running through your mind 100 mph, sometimes the weed helps the pain. Sometimes it induces it or even makes it worse. Right now it’s doing nothing for you. Looking over at your loved one sound asleep. You don’t want to bother him with your whines or crying. So you just sit there silence, tears rolling down your cheeks; while you watch some bullshit on YouTube.
Sniff Sniff
“Baby?”
Shit.
“..yea?” you say in a whispered tone
“Are you ok? what’s wrong?”
“Ah, you already know”, you’ve used that line probably over a million times
Steve comes along your side expecting a few dried tears, but his eyes widen when he’s sees the collar around your shirt bitten, snot dribbling down your mouth and throat, crouching down, he lies his head onto your thigh looking up at you, “Talk to me sweetheart”
“No.”
“Hey, I know you’re hurting”—
“GOOD FOR YOU! Congratulations you know I’m hurting, you know I’ve been hurting for fucking years. I’m glad you’ve acknowledged it unlike some people”you sniffle getting up in a hurry to take a piss as he follows with sad eyes leaning against the door frame
“I’m fucking tired, I’m so goddamn exhausted nobody will ever know what I’m dealing with!”, you say wiping your ass not bothering to wash your hands, “I can’t do anything I can’t run, I can’t jump, can’t go to the stupid, fucking grocery store without one of those motorized carts.. my back hurts, my fucking knees are throbbing, stupid fucking nerves won’t calm down FUCK! It’s not like I can get in the bathtub to calm my muscles down. Nothing is helping! No medication, no PT, no injections, no nothing! Why?? am I just resistant to any source of help or treatment? I-I can’t even lay in the goddamn bed to sleep. That’s all I have left is rest!! What is rest!? I don’t know what the hell that even is”
“I know baby I know”—
“NO YOU DONT STEVE, all you know is what you see. I wouldn’t wish on our worst enemy, my worst enemy to feel what I feel. That’s how bad it all hurts. The most evil, sick and twisted person in this world, I would never wish this upon. I just..”, getting dizzy you collapse on the bed sobbing into your own hands, then eventually into Steve’s shoulder as he rocks you, tears spilling from his own eyes—
“Nobody cares, nobody wants to help me. nobody cares unless I’m rich and can afford to give them any and ALL the things off my back, but I can’t. Even with the money you make it will never be enough to help the poor girl who’s too young to have any kind of issue. It’s “all in my head” I’m just fucking crazy. I could break my own neck and still be told it’s only from anxiety. Nobody cares just”—
“I care” he exhales
“It doesn’t matter if you care, all your care is useless, all your help is worthless to me because it gets me nowhere. Nobody’s love and care gets me nowhere. It’s nothing all but fucking false hope. Don’t you get that? None of you still to this day seems understand that. Stop praying for me to get better. It’s never going to happen. I can’t take it anymore.. I just wanna die! All I wish for is to die but, I can’t even have that. It’s like all of you want me here, to live and suffer for the rest of my life for y’all, it’s not fair, fuck that”, your trembling, body in fight or flight
“Don’t say that, you know I’d do anything to take your pain away”
“It doesn’t matter what you’d do because you’re not a doctor. You’re not a professional, you can’t help me get better.. sucks to hear but it’s the truth Steve..fuck”—
Steve’s really trying not to beat himself up over your words, he knows you’re in pain, it comes from a place of anger, frustration and fear
“I have all these pain medications I could easily take all at once, so I’ll never have to wake up in this position ever again. Why can’t I do it huh? I could end right here right now you never have to suffer again, but I just d-don’t; If anything, I’m the most selfless person for staying alive for YOU just so I can be alive but in pain all over again for YOU!”, your tone getting higher and higher in pitch
“I-I’m sorry.. I wish I knew the right words to say baby”, he’s trying his best to stay strong for you
“You’ve got to be sick of me, tired of me. All I do is cause more money to come out of your pockets, more exhaustion, more burdening, more crying, more everything bad for you. You already deal with your own shit. I do nothing but make your own mentality worse, hell you’re making your own self worse being with a person like me. A broken and useless excuse of a human being. You deserve somebody who can go hiking with you, go to the beach, travel with, who can do the bare minimum. Can’t even fuck you properly—
“STOP! Stop that right now” he shouts
You freeze because he’s never raised his voice at you, atleast not on purpose at such a vulnerable time
“I hate it too. You know it hurts me to know that you hurt and I’m sorry that I can’t take the pain away from you. My sweet, sweet girl I’m so sorry that nobody has given you the chance to hear your voice, to help heal you..but I’m gonna make you the same promise I make you almost every single night. As long as I’m with you, I will try my best with all my power to make it a little bit more bearable for you to be here, and I am so grateful that you are still here and choose to be here with me for us to be together. I know you hurt, but as long as you’re with me, I’m going to do my best to put a smile on your pretty face, beautiful sunshine of a smile because you’re my sunshine.. y-your smile gives me life did you know that?”
You nod. He tells you all the time
“I- I’m tired for wishing to feel ok for my birthdays, every Christmas. All the shirts and posters you got me for Christmas? I haven’t even touched them yet, you know why? Because the selfish person in me doesn’t give a fuck about none of it. The only thing I care about and want and NEED is pain relief and that’s too much to ask for isn’t it? Apparently wanting to be better in the world it’s too much to ask for”
“You deserve to feel better”, he says while his hand travels up your back to rub your tense neck, “You deserve to be free from all of this and I can’t give that to you. You’re not selfish baby you’re hurting. I love you for you. I knew what I was signing up for, and if I didn’t want that I wouldn’t be here right now with you. I know the sacrifices Ill have to make, the tears I’ll have to shed, the strength it’ll take me to pick you up when you’re down, but I fell in love with you, how you are, and who you are”
“Who are you kidding Steve, you don’t even know who I am. The real me. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wish you met me when I wasn’t sick then maybe you wouldn’t be so stressed out a-and.. and,” you start sobbing again, it’s all too overwhelming
“Hey, hey look at me, no. I met you at the right time. You need me just as much as I need you. You may not think you’re worth nothing but you’re worth everything to me. Yeah you have a good and bad days..—
“I’ve had nothing but bad days for the past few months Steve”-
“I know, I see it, I hear it and I witness it, I may not can feel it, but at the end of it all, you still love me. You’re still here. You still want to cook for me. You still get up to brush your teeth and I’m so proud of you for still trying to care for yourself. That’s the biggest job you’ll ever have, and it’s been a very hard job hasn’t it?
You nod, as he nods with you
“Yeah, it has, but you don’t have to do it alone anymore. I want to provide for you. I want to take care of you. You’re my girl, you deserve so much and as long as I’m with you, I will try every day, every hour, every second or minute, to make sure you know how loved, how great and how amazing you are. How great and amazing you’re doing for yourself and for me. How strong you are”—
—“im tired of having being strong all the time”, interrupting him
“I know you are. You are so strong for being on this earth, even when you don’t want to be. I wouldn’t ask for anybody else, you’re it for me always. Will you continue to let me try to make it better for you every day? To take care of you?”, he squats in front of you, cupping your wet cheeks, kissing your forehead
“But Stevie.. you know you’re getting your own hopes up because nothing you do helps either and I feel like a piece of shit for saying that because”—
“I know what you mean, you don’t have to be sorry. I understand you may not have hope but I do. All my Hope goes towards you and it always will. You are the most important thing in my life. I’m not gonna give up on you, on me or on us, ok sunshine?”
..”okay”, you repeat rubbing your temples
“Head hurt, darling?”
“yes”
“From crying too hard?”
You nod, looking away in shame, “It’s okay, I’ll get your Migrane cap from the freezer and i’ll set your pillows up how you like, just sit tight”, he says it standing then pausing at the doorway, looking over his shoulder, “I love you”
“luv you—
“Hmm? What was that, I couldn’t hear you” he exclaims
“I said love you gosh.. shut up”, you barely crack a smile
That was enough to get him through the rest of the night.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x disabled!reader#steve harrington x ill!reader#tw sui talk#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x gn!reader#tw sick mention#mental health awareness#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x chronically!ill reader#steve harrington x sick reader#steve harrington angst#stranger things#joe keery#chronic pain issues#bpd#spoonie
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How Much Love
Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader / gn!reader; angst with fluffy ending, hurt/comfort, established relationship
Summary: Steve has a migraine attack but he’s too stubborn to take care of himself.
Word count: 1.4K
Warnings: one curse word, non-descriptive vomiting, migraine symptoms, chronic pain, crying, one use of Y/N, dumb joke, p*rn reference?
Author’s note: I know the migraine thing has been overdone but idc :) I'm pretty sure this could be read as gender neutral but you can lmk if that's not the case
Enjoy!
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Steve knew he shouldn’t have gone to work. The second his eyes opened he knew it was going to be a rough day. The persistent throbbing on the left side of his face and the twist of nausea in his stomach would be enough to convince anyone else that they should take it easy.
Not for Steve though.
He’s done this dance before. The battle in his mind of not wanting to waste one of his precious sick days or if he should stay home and take care of himself so he can make it through the next day. He usually sucked it up and went with the former.
I’ve had worse before, he’d rationalize to himself. I can handle it.
His true motivation for leaving the comfort and warmth of his bed was the date he had planned for you two. Steve went all out with flowers, chocolates, dinner reservation at Enzo’s, and concluding the night snuggled up on his couch watching a rented movie.
But the customers kept coming. Steve could've sworn they were all there, not to rent a movie, but to exacerbate his migraine attack. Tired mothers bringing in their screaming babies, a group of smelly teenagers, and a boisterous man who was trying to convince Robin that The Godfather was the greatest movie ever made. That’s not even mentioning the flickering fluorescent lights that Keith refuses to change the bulbs in.
Robin began to take notice once Steve kept bumping into the shelves as he put away tapes around the store. She watched as he mustered up enough strength to pick up a stack of returned tapes and mindlessly put The Muppet Babies in the Horror section and something called I Dream of Weenie in the kids section.
By 4:30, he was absolutely fried.
“Go home, dingus,” Robin ordered.
All Steve could muster was a small grunt from his spot at the register. His forehead was pressed to the cool counter, toned arms wrapped around his head, trying to keep as much noise and light out as possible.
The bell on the door of Family Video was the final nail in the coffin. People have been coming in and out all day but this time the ring pierced through the side of his head like a burning knife, swiftly penetrating his brain and twisting it for good measure.
Steve’s back stiffened as he sat up too fast, stomach turning when he ran blindly through the store and into the bathroom before emptying out the contents of his stomach. He tried not to think about when the last time the toilet was cleaned as he kept his face in the ceramic bowl, spitting out the rest of the sour bile coating his throat.
Steve barely heard the door creak open through the throbbing in his head and the ringing in his ears, but he did notice the light in the bathroom turn off. “Go away, Robin,” he croaked out.
The disobedient footsteps continued towards him. He just wanted to be left alone, feeling too vulnerable in this state. He felt embarrassment twist in his chest at the thought of not being able to handle a simple headache.
A cold hand landed on the back of his neck and began to massage lightly. It felt comforting but Steve’s mind was rejecting it, “Robin, I said-”
He finally lifted his heavy head, half opened eyes widened slightly as he met your concerned gaze, only for him to start welling up. Steve’s lip trembled as it failed to keep a sob from escaping.
“Oh baby,” you whispered. “Not feeling good?”
Steve hung his head the best he could with his stiff neck and shook his head in response.
“It’s okay, Stevie. Try not to move your head too much.”
You squatted next to him on the nasty bathroom floor and gently brought him into your arms. You let him cry into your shirt, gently rubbing soothing circles on his back and neck. Steve knew that crying would only hurt his head more, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand the emotions he was feeling yet, but he knew he was relieved to see you show up. Like a superhero, there to heal and protect him from any harm.
“I’m here now, baby. Let’s get you home, okay?”
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Steve was so out of it he wasn’t sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew he was snuggled in a cocoon of pillows and blankets. He peeled his eyes open and recognized the dark ceiling of his bedroom.
You were puttering around the room, tidying up a little so Steve would have one less thing to worry about. He admired how natural it looked for you, knowing where everything goes and even avoiding the loud creaking spots on the floor. Steve had the sudden urge to reach out but you tucked him in so well he was having trouble slipping his arms out.
His grunt of protest over the blanket entrapment alerted you and you were by his side in an instant.
“What is it baby?” you whispered gently, “you need some water? Or a new ice pack?”
Only when you removed the cool washcloth from his forehead did he notice the satisfying chill. He must have been practically asleep when you brought him home because he really doesn’t remember anything.
“What time is it?” Steve croaked out.
He leaned into the kiss you pressed gently to his cheek before you answered, “almost midnight.”
“What?!” Steve immediately went to sit up, but in his weakened state you were easily able to push him back down. “We had reservations!”
“I know, Stevie. It was really sweet of you to make plans but nothing we can do about it now,” you tried to reason. “We need to get you feeling better.”
“But I-”
“Stop that,” you demanded, still with a quiet and gentle tone, but it was still enough to cut him off. “Let me take care of you, Stevie. I know you feel bad, but I want to take care of you.”
Steve wasn’t sure if you meant he was feeling bad because he was sick or because of the immense amount of guilt he feels whenever he sees himself as a burden to others. Probably a little of both.
“I just…I was looking forward to tonight,” Steve muttered tiredly. “And this stupid chronic thing just always gets in the way and I don't…I don’t like asking for help.”
Steve wasn’t sure if he was making much sense but your smile showed him you understood. Your expression was soft and comforting as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. “Steve, I love you. All of you. Every single part of you I just adore. It doesn’t matter if those parts are feeling bad or good, I’ll always be here,” you stroked his cheek gently with the back of your hand, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “I like caring for you Steve. It makes me feel good. So don’t worry about burdening me or anything like that, okay?”
Steve felt his lip tremble again but managed to gulp down his sobs this time. He whispered a quiet, “thank you” before fully relaxing. He lazily pursed his lips, silently asking for affection, which you happily fulfilled. You moved in close and kissed his lips as a way to let him know you will support him during this tough time.
Once you were leaned back you said, “now, on a scale from one to ten, how bad does it hurt?”
“Mm…Eleven.”
“No, it’s Y/N.”
Silence engulfed the negative space until a curious Steve peeled one eye open, only to see your shit-eating grin. He knew you’d be frozen like that until he laughed, but your expression was usually funnier than the joke.
He puffed out a laugh through his nose before shutting his eyes again. “That was horrible,” he said.
“Maybe, but at least I got you to smile,” you said smugly.
“Mm you sure did,” he praised you lightly. “Now c’mere. Cuddling is the best medicine.”
It’s called ‘chronic pain’ for a reason. Sure you can dull the pain with medications and treatments but it’ll always be there. Sometimes all you have to do is deal with it and ride it out, but it makes it so much easier when there’s someone there who loves and supports you.
Love may not be able to cure all kinds of pain but Steve thinks your love comes pretty close.
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic
modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader
Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.
disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,
NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve
word count — 6.0k words
“So… what’s your favorite color?”
It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.
“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a type of blue.”
“You could’ve just said blue.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.
Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.
And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.
Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.
And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.
Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.
“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.
“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”
When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.
Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…
“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.
Your eyes glimmer at the thought.
“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”
“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.
He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”
You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.
When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.
“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”
“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”
You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.
Finally, Steve pulls away.
“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”
“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”
And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.
“So how’d it go?”
You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.
“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”
“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”
“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”
Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.
“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”
Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”
“Yeah, like cerulean.”
Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”
“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.
He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”
Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.
“Hello, hello.”
“Hey, Henry!”
You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.
“Hi, darlings.”
“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.
“I thought I was Number One.”
“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”
“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.
“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.
Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.
“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”
“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”
Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.
“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."
Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.
All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.
Let's just hope he keeps it.
“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”
You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.
First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.
Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.
“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.
“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.
You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.
“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.
For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.
“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.
Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.
“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”
“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”
She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.
But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.
Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”
“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”
Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.
“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”
“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”
You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.
Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.
“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”
“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”
———
You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.
You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.
So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.
“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”
They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.
“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”
“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”
“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.
Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.
“…The very latest.”
“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”
The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.
“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”
“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”
You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.
Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.
Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.
Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.
“Let’s go.”
You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.
Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.
But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.
———
THE NEXT WEEK
You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.
Steve comes home right when you finish.
“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”
“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”
Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.
“You…made this for me?”
“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”
Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.
“Oh,” you sniff.
“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”
“It’s fine.”
Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?
“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”
“It’s okay, Steve.”
“That came out so bad, I…”
“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”
“You’re crying…”
“I was chopping onions,” you point out.
You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.
“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.
“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”
“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.
You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.
Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.
“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”
You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.
The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.
“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”
“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”
“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”
He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.
“For the baby,” he whispers to you.
“For the baby,” you repeat after him.
The day is here.
The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.
“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”
“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.
“Hand me a glass.”
Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.
SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?
Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.
Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.
“One…” you gulp.
“Two…” Steve joins in.
But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,
"Two and a half..."
It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.
“Three!” you two finally say together.
Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.
“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.
“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”
“No, I’ll look when you do.”
You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....
...cerulean blue. A baby boy.
“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”
“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”
And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.
It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.
And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.
You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.
It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.
Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.
"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."
"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."
“Our son.”
“Our son.”
———
“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”
It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.
But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.
He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.
“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”
“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.
Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.
Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.
WEEK 38
An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…
Oh no, it’s happening.
You begin to panic.
“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”
“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.
“Get the hospital bag.”
“What?”
“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”
He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.
“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”
“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”
While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.
It rings for a long time before he picks up.
“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.
“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”
The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.
“HO-LY SHIT!”
*Click*. The line disconnects.
Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.
Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.
"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"
You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.
“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”
The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.
"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.
Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.
Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.
But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"
"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."
"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.
"That," Henry answers him.
---
"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."
The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.
“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”
“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.
“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”
He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.
“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”
“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.
“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”
“PUSH, PUSH!”
“PUSH, Honey!”
“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”
“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”
“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”
Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.
“0507, time of birth!"
“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”
Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.
You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.
“You did it, Honey.”
Everything happens so fast after that.
From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.
And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.
"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"
You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...
———
“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.
“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.
“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”
A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.
“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.
It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.
“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.
“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”
“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”
“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.
Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).
And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.
“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”
You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.
Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.
Until Benny goes to sleep.
As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.
“Baby…” he moans into you.
“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”
He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.
“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”
“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”
———
“Fuck, right there, Steve…”
You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.
It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.
“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.
“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”
His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.
“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”
“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”
And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.
“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”
“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.
Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.
“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”
———
author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭
divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby
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Chronically Yours
Steddie x Reader (Fluff)
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Summary: The world of dating isn't easy to navigate at the best of times, much less when you have a chronic illness. No one ever seems to understand rescheduling a date due to a pain flare doesn't mean you're not interested. Now you have two suitors, that means you have two opportunities to get your heart broken.
Rating: General Audiences
Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns used (if any). Steddie x ChronicIllness!Reader. Fluff with some Hurt/Comfort. No specific illness is mentioned in the story apart from chronic pain. Will be a series of oneshots. “Princess” and “mom voice” used in gender neutral ways.
CW: Chronic illness and chronic pain (broad descriptions, no specific details); prescription medication taken appropriately as directed; mentions of depression, self doubt and expectations of being abandoned; some sexually suggestive dialogue.
Word Count: 4,128
Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore
It was just dinner.
At least, that was what you told yourself as you laid in bed, curled up with your dogs stretched out on either side of you like furry, snoring sentinels.
It was the same thing you always told yourself whenever you had to cancel plans at the last minute thanks to a random flair up of pain.
It was just a party. Just the mall. Just swimming at the lake. Just game night at a friend’s house.
But, in all honesty, that was just the excuse you told yourself to soften the blow. It never worked, but that never stopped you from trying.
Granted, some plans weren’t as major as others if you had to cancel them. Some were easy to shrug off, like going out to the movies with friends. Even if it was something you had looked forward to seeing, it wasn’t that big of a deal overall if you had to spend the evening in bed with Sadie and Alice instead.
But that really wasn’t the case tonight.
Tonight, you were supposed to have dinner with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson.
And it wasn’t just dinner. It was actually a date.
While you had only been on three dates with them so far, things had been going really. Those dates were actually the best dates you had ever been on. Steve had tried so hard to keep them orderly, but he could only keep things orderly for so long with Eddie around. For one reason or another, all three dates ended up with the three of you sitting at an all-night diner all the way over on the other side of town until well into the morning, talking and laughing together until you were all red in the face.
But, as of right now, it had been a few weeks since your last date with them.
Tonight marked the fourth time you’ve had to reschedule your next date with them. While Steve and Eddie had been understanding about your reasons so far, you knew that wasn’t going to last for much longer. That was just how things usually went with people you were interested in. Even though you were always open about what the weather changes were going to do to you well in advance, it never seemed to do any good. A handful of rescheduled dates later and people took it as you simply not being interested and moved on.
Ever since the end of spring when that earthquake tore apart Hawkins, the weather had been incredibly odd. Summer wasn’t as hot as normal, with highs only reaching in the mid 60’s at its peak. Then the colder weather started even earlier, feeling like the beginning of winter already in September when the seasons were only just transitioning into autumn. As a result, your normal everyday pain levels had been all over the place for most of the year and was now flaring well beyond tolerable levels. It was all you could do to get through your typical day at work, much less have the energy to do anything else.
After you got off the phone with Steve, you thought back over the disappointment you could hear in his voice. He sounded the same way your suitors always did when they were reaching their limit. You had one more canceled date left, if that, before they gave up on you, too.
While you couldn’t really blame them for not wanting to be with someone already so broken, that didn’t stop it from hurting any less. If anything, this one hurt more since there wasn’t just one suitor involved but two. And you really liked both of them.
The three of you met a few weeks after the big earthquake, right around the time when Eddie’s name was cleared. The spark between you had been undeniable. You all clicked together as if you’d known each other your whole lives. But since Steve and Eddie had just recently began dating, you passed it off as a meeting of kindred spirits.
As time went on, and you spent more time together, their interactions with you became more playful and affectionate than just friendly. You began to notice that they had both started flirting with you. Figuring it was just in good fun and not anything that was going to go anywhere, you returned their affections. It was exciting, not to mention an ego boost, having two incredibly attractive men showering you with their attention and praise. It made you feel special, even if the flattery was only temporarily.
Imagine your surprise, not to mention delight, when they both asked you out.
And now your body was fucking it all up for you, like usual.
With a sigh, you turned over in bed, attempting to make yourself more comfortable. Sadly, it didn’t work. This was one of those flair ups where no matter what position you laid in, every single one hurt just as much as the last. All your movement did in this instance was rouse the dogs, then they had to get up and turn around a few times in order to get themselves comfortable again.
Luckily, it didn’t take too much longer for your medication to start working and begin easing your discomfort. Your thoughts started to feel fuzzy and watery, then your pain finally lifted some as your limbs grew heavy and relaxed. It never took long for the sedative like side effects to knock you out, but you still had enough time to lay there and wonder how the boys would end up breaking things off.
Would they call you and tell you the truth, that you were too broken for their tastes? Give you some excuse about no chemistry and then a half assed apology? Or would they simply fall off the face of the earth, resulting in you being ghosted again?
Only time would tell. The only thing you really knew for sure when it came to other people was, always expect the unexpected. When you think someone will do something, that’s when they’ll do the exact opposite.
Eventually, you drifted off into a dreamless, medication induced sleep.
Sometime later on, you were jarred awake by Sadie and Alice clamoring to get off the bed. Considering they were large breeds of dogs, both over fifty pounds each, there was no way to sleep through that. Nor was there any way to sleep through the excited clamor that began in the living room just a moment later.
While you loved your two girls dearly and spoiled them rotten, they were very easily excitable dogs. They could hear a plastic bag blowing down the street at 2am and would have this exact same reaction.
You knew this from experience.
“Girls! Shush!” you called out from your bed.
While you tried to use your sternest sounding mom voice, you just ended up sounding more like a tired mom rather than a stern one.
After they carried on for a bit longer, they finally quieted down.
Turning from your side onto your back, you carefully stretched then rubbed your eyes. While the pain wasn’t as bad now as it had been prior to your nap, you were feeling quite groggy. You glanced over at your alarm clock and saw it was just a little past 7pm. That explained the groggy feeling. You’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, not long enough to sleep off the more unpleasant effects of your medications. While they worked amazingly well, they tended to knock you out cold, and you always had to give yourself enough time to sleep off all the effects.
Sighing, you rolled over onto your other side, deciding to go back to sleep. You knew you would probably be out for the rest of the night, but that was fine. Sleeping was better than laying there miserable.
But, as you laid there with your eyes closed, trying to go back to sleep, you discovered your brain was awake enough to drift back around to the topic that made you sad before your nap. Your missed date.
Steve and Eddie were originally supposed to pick you up around 7. They had planned to take you out bowling, where they were finally going to settle their argument over who was the better bowler. While you couldn’t bowl yourself anymore due to some of your more recent limitations, you still enjoyed keeping score and watching others. That made this the perfect three-way date activity since you would be an impartial judge to their contest.
After bowling, it had been unanimously decided to skip any attempt at doing something fancy since it never seemed to work out. The diner had become your spot, so that’s where the three of you planned to head for dinner.
While that was the extent of what Steve and Eddie had planned for the evening, once they brought you home, you had planned on inviting them in to continue the evening. And then, with any luck, they would get to see the new lingerie set you would have been wearing underneath your clothes. While they had completely different tastes style wise, you were pretty sure you had picked something out that would easily appease them both.
As you were starting to imagine what their reactions to it would have been, you were jarred out of your thoughts by a heavy weight flumping down on the bed behind you and cuddling up against your back. You assumed this was Sadie coming back to bed since she preferred sleeping on that side in that particular spot.
However, you got very confused all of a sudden when something that felt like an arm wrapped itself around your waist.
Curiously, you turned your head a little to look over your shoulder and found yourself gazing into a pair of chocolate brown eyes that did not belong to either of your dogs.
“Hey there, Princess,” Eddie said, his eyes sparkling at you as he spoke in a soft tone.
You blinked a few times, staring at him in surprise.
“Eddie?” you asked, a dumbfounded tone in your voice. “How in the heck did you get in?”
It was the first thing that popped into your head to say. Things hadn’t progressed far enough with Eddie and Steve yet for either of them to have a key to your house, and you were far too paranoid of a person to keep a spare somewhere outside for just anyone to find. They only keys to your place were held by you and your dad, who had your emergency spare.
Eddie grinned at you.
“Let’s just say hot wiring isn’t the only illicit activity I know how to do,” he said with a wink, then burrowed in closer to you.
You blinked a few more times.
“You can hot wire a car?” you asked, surprise in your voice.
Eddie laughed.
“Yeah, I can, but that’s a story for another day,” he said with a smile, placing a soft kiss to your temple.
The fog in your brain was heavy enough it still took a few moments for it to fully sink in that Eddie really was here, but once it did, a big smile came to your lips, and you turned over in his arms so you could face him.
“Did Steve forget to tell you?” you asked, slipping an arm around him as he pulled you closer to his chest. “I had to reschedule our date again.”
“No, Stevie told me,” Eddie said, trailing his fingertips up and down your back. “We had a chat about it after you two got off the phone. We figure if we’re really going to be serious about this, serious about being with you, I mean, then we better start getting used to having date nights in.”
Now that was the last thing you ever expected to hear.
“What?” you said after a moment, blinking at him in shock.
Eddie chuckled.
“Well, this happens whenever it’s cold, right?” he asked, waiting until you nodded before continuing. “We don’t mind staying in with you. We really want to, actually. So, we thought tonight was a good night to get started.”
Once again, it took a few moments to fully process his words, but you still didn’t have an intelligent reply once you did.
“Steve’s here, too?” you asked dumbly as you lifted your head to look towards the door. “Where is he?”
“Letting the girls out to go potty,” Eddie said, starting to stroke your cheek. “We weren’t sure if you’d been up recently or not and thought they might need to go.”
Now you really didn’t know what to say. On the rare occasion that people came by to check on you during your more painful flair ups like this one, you’d have to ask them to let the dogs out or do it yourself. No one ever thought about them to take the initiative and do it themselves.
It was just one more reason why you found yourself falling for this pair. Not only did they think of you, but also thought of your babies in one fell swoop.
Before this heartwarming moment could turn any more romantic though, it was interrupted by the sound of eight paws running excitedly up the hall towards the bedroom. The girls came flying in soon afterwards, jumping onto the bed and into the cuddle pile with their human and their Best Friend Eddie.
There were lots of grunts and giggles as the both of you were trampled. Eddie did his best to shield your body from the chaos with his own, but there was only so much he could do. After a bit of excitement, Alice finally settled down next to you, while Sadie, easily the heaviest of the two, decided she needed to lay ON Eddie rather than net to him.
The sound of laughter floated over to the bed from the direction of the door.
“Of all the things I could’ve walked in on,” you heard Steve say, and looked over to see him leaning against the door frame, watching the chaotic scene on the bed with a soft smile. “A cuddle pile definitely makes me the most jealous.”
Eddie lifted his head and looked around at your queen-sized bed. Between the two humans and two large dogs, there wasn’t much empty space left.
“I hate to say this, sweetheart,” he said, looking over at Steve. “But I don’t think there’s any room for you.”
“I know,” Steve said, chuckling as he started to come around to your side of the bed. “And that’s why I’m jealous.”
Alice started to get wiggly as Steve stopped next to the bed. Resting one hand on the headboard, he leaned halfway down towards you, gazing into your eyes.
“Have you eaten today?” he asked.
You raised one hand in a so-so gesture.
“I had a peanut butter sandwich earlier when I took my pills,” you said. “But nothing since then.”
Steve nodded, a knowing look on his face.
“Good thing we brought dinner then,” he said. “We’ll give you a few minutes to finish waking up and get everything set up in the living room, okay?”
You nodded, unable to stop a large smile from coming to your face at how sweet they were being. Steve returned the smile, then started to lean down further towards you, moving in to kiss you.
Instead of you getting the kiss, Alice decided it was actually for her instead. She jumped up to intercept Steve’s kiss with one of her own.
Steve immediately stood upright, sputtering as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
“Bah, that was a tongue in my mouth,” he said, as he wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the disgruntled look on his face. He scowled down playfully at Alice then ruffled her ears affectionately. She happily wagged her tail up at Steve, completely unaware of her faux pas.
Eddie hadn’t seen exactly what happened as Sadie had kicked him in the ribs. So, when he heard Steve’s words, he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.
“Now now, Stevie, that ain’t nice,” he said, then brought one hand up to your chin and gently turned your head so you were looking at him again. “But, on the other hand, if he doesn’t want your tongue in his mouth, that just means more for me.”
As Steve protested Eddie’s choice of words, Eddie ignored him in favor of lowering his lips to yours in a slow, deep kiss.
This was the type of kiss that people write poems about. It was the kind of kiss that made the back of your head tingle and your toes clench. It was the type of kiss that made you forget how to breathe judging from the way you gasped for air when your lips finally parted.
Steve finally had to physically drag Eddie from your bed in order for you to get up, despite Eddie’s protests of being comfy in there with you. You giggled, watching the preppy boy wrestle the pouting metalhead out of the room, your dog’s excitedly accompanying them.
It took a bit to get out of bed, your limbs still sore and achy. They loosened up a bit as you moved around to get to the bathroom, but not by much. While a shower definitely would help, and you would have preferred to take one, with your low energy levels and slightly woozy head, that wasn’t the best idea. It was easy to fall while in a state like this and falling in the shower was not an experience you were keen on repeating.
Though, thinking about that did make an interesting idea pop into your head.
You could always ask the boys for their help with a shower.
At this point, you were pretty sure neither of them would mind, judging by how affectionate they had been getting towards you. While Eddie would start undressing before you even finished the question, Steve wasn’t quite as forward with you yet as his boyfriend was. He would definitely be the more shocked of the two. You might even get a blush out of him, but you certainly didn’t see him objecting either.
But, as thrilling as that idea was, tonight really wasn’t a suitable time for that. You wanted to feel much better first before getting naked with them for the first time. You settled for freshening up by brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant and changing out of the pajamas you’d been in for two days. Not feeling up to regular clothes, you just swapped them for a clean pair, but you did at least make sure these didn’t have stains or holes in them.
By the time you emerged from the bedroom, you felt a little more awake and a little more human. The smell of pizza hit you as you made your way through your small house, causing your stomach to remember you’d only eaten once today.
In the living room, Eddie and Steve had cleared off your coffee table, swapping the items on top with boxes of pizza and breadsticks. While Eddie was already relaxing at one end of the couch, Steve was bent over in front of your TV sorting through a few Family Video rental boxes. Your dogs were sitting next to the coffee table on the side directly opposite of the couch, staring intently at the pizza boxes as if they might try to escape.
The entire scene made your heart flutter. You paused in the doorway, a soft smile on your face.
It had been quite a while since someone went to this much effort for you. Years, even. Way back in the early days of your illness when the pain was just starting to reach levels that impacted your daily life. But when it didn’t get better, gradually worsening instead, it felt like everyone began seeing you as more of an inconvenience than anything else. Very quickly, your large circle of friends dwindled to just a mere handful of people you could count on.
Your smile then faltered for a moment, as your eyes flickered between Eddie and Steve. It seemed almost inevitable that they would start to think of you as an inconvenience too.
Fortunately, you didn’t have the chance to get stuck in that negative thought pattern. Steve stood up just then and turned towards the couch, holding a movie in each hand.
“Which one do you thi-“ Steve started to ask Eddie, then he looked up and saw you standing in the doorway. “Good timing, Y/N! We didn’t know what you would be in the mood to watch, so we rented an assortment.”
Steve started reading the titles off of the selections they brought as you made your way over to the couch. Eddie sat up quickly, moving his legs together so he wasn’t man spreading quite so much, and patted the cushion next to him with a bright smile on his face.
You sat down in the offered spot, thinking over the choices.
“Let’s go with Evil Dead 2,” you said, then chuckled. “Horror always cheers me up when I’m in pain, and I love that one.”
At that, Eddie threw a smug look at Steve, and Steve wrinkled nose at Eddie in response.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at them. They made a cute couple.
Once the movie started, the three of you settled in on the couch and started in on the pizza, with Steve clearing away the leftovers once everyone was done. The dogs supervised all of these activities very closely.
After Steve and the girls disappeared into the kitchen to put everything away, Eddie draped his arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you closer, so you were leaning into his side. You pulled your legs up under you, cuddling up close to him, and then reached up to pull a blanket down over you from the back of the couch. Eddie helped you spread it out the way you wanted it, then you settled in with your head on his chest and an arm around his waist. Both of Eddie’s arms were around you in a loose embrace, and he kissed the top of your head before resting his cheek against it.
Even though you always kept your house at a comfortable temperature, if the conditions outside were cold and wet, then that’s what your body responded to. But right now, laying against Eddie’s, you began to warm up even more. With the blanket trapping both his body heat and yours underneath it, and Eddie being a heat generator, you were soon comfortable and more at ease than you had been.
It didn’t take long for Steve to get everything put away. The girls came back to the living room first, each one carrying one of the large dog biscuits you usually gave them every night around dinner time.
The fact he even remembered you mentioning their dinner treats once in a conversation made your heart swell.
When Steve returned, he sat next to you on the couch, leaving only a little bit of space between him and you. Not wanting him to feel left out of the cuddles, you scooted your body down just a bit, closing the small gap between you, then stretched your legs out over his lap. He looked over at you and smiled, resting one hand on your knee and the other on your calf.
There was a small intermission between movies for bathroom and smoke breaks, then Steve and Eddie swapped places on the couch.
“You know,” Steve said, slipping his arms around you as you cuddled up to him now. “I could get used to date nights in if they all end up like this.”
“Really?” you asked, looking up at him nervously. “Won’t you guys get sick of just sitting around, doing nothing at my house?”
“I don’t think I could ever get sick of you,” Steve said, then looked over at his boyfriend. “What about you, Eddie?”
“Hell no,” Eddie said, standing up and coming back to the couch once he had finished putting in the next movie. “There’s no place I’d would rather be. If you’re stuck at home, Princess, well, then we want to be stuck at home with you.”
You couldn’t help but melt into Steve’s arms at their words, your heart fluttering once again.
Burrowing closer to Steve’s, you stretched your legs out across Eddie’s lap, enjoying this unexpected moment of intimacy.
And, for the first time in a long time, you felt truly hopeful about a new relationship.
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Sundrop's Stranger Things Masterlist
Please note - I am just posting this masterlist to get it out of my drafts - I worked on it when I was working on the fic listed below, and then I completely randomly lost interest in it, and this has been sitting in my drafts for months ever since. And I love the formatting and style of this masterlist and I don't want to accidentally lose it by accidentally deleting the draft - and I am gonna need this masterlist at some point. So I'm posting it.
Coming "Soon":
Nasty - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. You hesitate to tell Eddie your true sexual desires, fearing that he'll be turned off. But when he finds out - he is more turned on than ever. (3,000 words.)
Note: The rest of these link off to AO3 (which is the bulk of them unfortunately) - but at some point, I hope to have them edited and posted to Tumblr.
Sugar, We're Goin' Down - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader x Eddie Munson. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Eddie hasn't gotten laid in months, so when he walks in on you and Steve (and neither of you seem to notice), he has just enough sexual frustration built up that he can’t bring himself to look away. He discovers quite a few things about Steve, and you. And himself. (12,700 words.)
Eat Me Up Alive - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Eddie is a very annoying person. And when he goes too far, you push back. Turns out - he likes it. Loves it, actually. (11,200 words.)
I'm Still Standing - Nancy Wheeler x Fem Disabled/Chronically Ill Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst, Smut, (very slight Fluff). Hurt and Comfort. You start having horrible waking nightmares, but you don't want to worry your best friend Nancy by telling her. She's already occupied trying to chase down a trans-dimensional killer wizard, and you are convinced that the two aren't possibly related. (37,800 words.)
Bless This Mess - ADHD!Eddie Munson x Fem!Thick!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut and Fluff. Eddie accidentally forgets the two of you have a date planned. Rather than getting mad at him, you let him make it up to you. (5,700 words.)
Always Yours - Steve Harrington x Fem!Pregnant!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Fluff and Smut. Steve tells you about his 'six lil nuggets' dream, and you let him know that he's actually a lot closer to it than he thought. (2,500 words.)
Obey Your Master - Eddie Munson x Fem!Autistic!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut (and some Fluff). You are taking care of Eddie while his wounds from the Upside Down are healing. And when you offer to help 'take care' of him in other ways, he's convinced that he survived to live just for this exact moment. (11,200 words.)
Fix You - Eddie Munson x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Fix-It Fic. Hurt and Comfort. Most of your life, all you knew was darkness. Eddie was the one light in all of it. And you refused to lose him. (5,300 words.)
Drowning In You - Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader. Enemies to Lovers. Smut (slight Emotional Angst). Working with Billy at Hawkins Pool forced you to be around him. But forgetting part of your mandatory uniform at home and being harassed by random men because of it forced you to truly confront your feelings for him. (22,100 words.)
You Shook Me All Night Long - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut and Fluff. Steve never really saw you. Until one day, when you stood out as the hottest babe he had ever seen. And on that day, he just happened to be wearing the dorkiest outfit ever and stuttering over himself to impress you. Somehow, it worked. (45,000 words.)
Daisy Fields (Companion to You Shook Me All Night Long) - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader. Established Relationship, Family Fluff. Some Smut, Fluff. You and Steve happily pursue your life together, more than thankful for the silly little ice cream shop that brought the two of you together. (20,600 words.)
(This last one, I don't really like. I wrote it a long time ago, and it doesn't really go with my current style. But perhaps somebody seeing this masterlist can get some reading enjoyment out of it. It's just very unlikely to be re-posted on Tumblr.)
Monstrous - Steve Harrington x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Angst and Fluff. Steve finds out your big secret, and you are surprised when he doesn't hate you for it. (5,200 words.)
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Hi I saw you were taking requests for Steve Harrington! I’m chronically ill (I have POTS as well as multiple chronic pain conditions). Could you possibly do Steve x Reader where Steve helps the reader through a very rough day? It’s been an absolute crap day and I could use some comfort Steve.
Thank you so much ❤️ - Anna
hiii tysm for requesting <3 from one anna to another !! | 0.4k (sorry she’s short) of a very soft stevie
It’s been a day. The worst one for you in a while and it isn’t even halfway over yet.
You’d woken up achy, your limbs stiff and your movements slow. It’s not unusual for you, but it sucks all the same. The most you’ve done all day is brush your teeth and move from your bed to the couch in your living room.
The record you put on has been needing to be flipped for what could be hours, the needle scratching the paper in the center.
Steve has a key to your place.
He doesn’t use it often, though he does come around most days. He uses it the most on days like this, when you aren’t picking up the phone, when he can’t help but worry.
He’s a good person, a gentle caretaker, and the best boyfriend you ever could’ve asked for.
He stands outside your door, knocking a couple of times. When you don’t answer the door, he twists his key in the lock and comes in.
“Baby?”
He moves the needle away from the record, the static dissipating from the room. Now, it’s quiet besides the hum of your heater.
“Stevie. Hi,” you say from your spot on the couch, curled up.
“Bad day?” He asks, kneeling in front of you and petting your hair off your face gently.
“Yeah.”
“What kind?”
“Achy. Don’ wanna move.”
“Have you eaten anything?”
His voice is better than any pain medicine sitting behind your bathroom mirror. Soothing and quiet.
“No. M’sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ll make you something, ‘kay?”
“Not yet,” you tell him when he starts to stand. “Stay with me for a bit, please?”
He nods, “here.” He lifts your head from where it’s resting, sits down and lets you lay back down on his lap. “Good?”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“‘Course. Sorry you’re hurting, baby.”
“It’s better when you’re here. Helps take my mind off of it.”
He’d spend every minute of every day with you if it meant you were in less pain. Hell, if he could take your place, he would.
“You wanna try and sleep?”
You’d feel bad for how much time he spends taking care of you if he wasn’t so sweet about it. He reassures you constantly that he doesn’t mind, that all he wants to do is help you.
“Don’t know if I can. Read to me?”
“Sure.”
He grabs the book you’d left on the coffee table, opening it to the dog-eared page. He starts to read softly, his voice eases you the most it can. Steve’s never read a book for his own enjoyment, but he’s more than happy to do it for you.
With one hand, he holds the book open and flips the pages, with the other, he pushes your hair from your face.
“Thanks for being here,” you murmur, face squished against his thigh.
“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”
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Rape/sexual assault/sexual abuse. This is something that is a big trigger for me
Incest
Pedophilia
Non-con or dubious consent, including consensual non-consent. This is something I have to be in a very good headspace to write on my own terms, and as such I don't feel comfortable doing requests relating to these topics
Extreme gore and violence
Excrement play (basically anything to do with piss and poop is a no go)
Child/domestic/partner abuse and violence
Ableism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, anything bigoted
Child/infant death. This is a particularly difficult one for me due to things my mum and my older brother went through, so I don't feel comfortable writing requests relating to this
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Slight gore and violence. If you're not sure, don't be afraid to ask and I will tell you if it's too extreme for me or not!
Mental health and mental illness (though I may reserve the right not to do a request relating to this if my own mental health isn't doing well)
Chronic illness/conditions (if it's a condition or illness I'm not familiar with, this may take a little longer as I will look it up to make sure I can write for this topic to the best of my ability)
Angst
Fluff
Smut (I trust that if you're on my page you're over 18, but if I catch wind of any minors interacting with my 18+ content or sending in spicy requests this option will be removed from requests completely)
Polygamy (no incest)
I am more than happy to write for any gender, sexuality, pronouns, race etc
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The Band Ghost: Mary Goore, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia, Nihil, Sister Imperator, Mr Saltarian, Jim DeFroque
Devil May Cry: Dante, Vergil, V, Nero, Lady, Trish, Nico, Kyrie
Stranger Things: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Argyle, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove
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smut-fluff-angst [MDNI]
Never did this before - virgin Eddie x virgin reader after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer
How he fucks - experienced Eddie x perv reader
Subconsciously you’ve always been unaware of how obliviously perverted you are, and Eddie finally takes matters into his own hands
King Steve doesn’t exist - (steddie)
Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?
The band-aid to my wounds - Older!Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington x Kurt Kunkle x reader
After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..
Headcanons/ blurbs
Ghost!Eddie
Eddie gets off watching you lick a lollipop
UPS!Driver Eddie
Eddie admiring ftm bf Steve
Physical therapist Eddie
(Joe Quinn headshot)
(Naughty Poetry for Joe)
GOth eddie moodboard
(Joes an ass man)
You’re a creep for Eddie too
Biker Eddie admiring his stripper gf
Forced to watch jealous Eddie jerk off
Eddie loves a fat 🐱
Toxic fuck boy Eddie
Virgin you needs Eddie NOW
Obsessed with Eddie’s BALLS
Struggling to get wet (steddie)
Mean Eddie still being nice with your TMJ
Pissing off dom/ switch Eddie
Eddie watching his black gf dance
Eddie loves Doja Cat
Eddie fucking you to Enter Sandman
Eddie watching his gf get off in her wheelchair
Eddie’s soft fem black gf
Gangster Eddie / pt 2
Eddie steals you in the night
Hippie Eddie moodboard
You and Eddie are big pervs
Eddie talking himself towards an orgasm
Eddie licking your cum
Gross virgin loser Eddie does porn pt 2 gross Eddie
(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better
Older Eddie cumming struggles
Older Eddie loves all your holes
Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)
Butler Eddie
Street dancer Eddie
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JJ's Master List
Keys:
Smut - 🌹
Fluff -🌸
Angst -💧
Series:
Welcome to My Nightmare (Vampire!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) 💧🌸🌹
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six - the Final
One shots:
Angel’s First Time - Devil’s Last Meal: a @steveharringtonanonblog x @zarajyne collaboration (Vampire!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader) 💧🌹
Head Cannons:
Eddie Munson with a Disabled/Chronically Ill Partner
Blurbs:
N/A
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→ shows/movies: criminal minds, stranger things, supernatural, dharma & greg, alexa & katie, monsters inc, the princess bride, hot air, peanuts, twilight, harry potter, christopher robin
→ characters: spencer reid, penelope garcia, steve harrington, robin buckley, max mayfield, sam winchester, dharma montgomery, greg montgomery, alexa mendoza, sulley, westley, buttercup, lesley smith juniment, woodstock, snoopy, alice cullen, seth clearwater, winnie the pooh
→ music: one direction, niall horan, harry styles, noah kahan, blake rose, taylor swift, hozier, sabrina carpenter, five seconds of summer, bts, lewis capaldi, julia michaels, phoebe bridgers
→ romantic ships: spencelle/reidaway, hotchniss, demily, garvez, dharma x greg, spenlexa, buttercup x westley, lesley x summer, jalice
→ platonic ships: garceid, moreid, morcia, stobin, elmax, stustin, kalexa (?), bellice
→ interests: novel writing, screenwriting, acting, fashion, baking, listening to music, watching new shows + movies
About This Blog:
→ who i will write for: steve harrington, eddie munson, billy hargrove, jonathan byers (i may branch out in the future, these are just the ones i feel comfortable and confident writing right now!)
→ things i will write: fluff, angst, somewhat suggestive content (never full smut), hurt/comfort, pretty much any genre you can think of
→ things i won't write: character x character (just because i don't really have anything i ship enough to want to write fics for it), kids x reader, full on smut (you can redirect these requests to my nsfw blog @hornyhornyhimbos), self harm, anything non-consentual
Links and Such:
→ main blog: @ofwilliamandwalter
→ fanfiction recs blog: @paperbackprettyboy
→ icons blog (inactive): @scrapbookspence
-> nsfw blog: @hornyhornyhimbos
→ beta reader signups: linked here!
→ masterlist: linked here!
→ current pfp: these icons by @ilovegilmoregirls
→ header image: pinterest
→ navigation images: pinterest
→ navigation dividers: these dividers by @firefly-graphics
-> masterlist icon: these icons by @peachy-ash
-> masterlist images: pinterest
-> masterlist dividers: these dividers by @anlian-aishang
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✎ Stranger Things Wreks
ᰔᩚ- Fluff ☾- smut ☁︎︎- angst 𖠋- crack ⭒- my favorites!
Steve Harrington
Series
Cherry Bomb - 1 2 ᰔᩚ ☁︎︎ ☾
╰┈➤ innocence is a virtue, or isn't that what they say? Steve knows nothing of purity, yet that's all she was. Can he crack her stone-cold covers?
OneShots
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets - post ᰔᩚ ☁︎
╰┈➤ You've been best friends with Steve Harrington for years, last summer you finally realized that you were madly in love with the man. Upon meeting his friend Robin, you wallow in the fact that Steve will never be yours. Or will he?
HeadCanons
Soft Stevie x gn!reader HCS - post ᰔᩚ 𖠋
╰┈➤ "Hey!! Can u write hcs of Steve Harrington taking care of reader after she falls off of her skateboard and hurts herself "
Steve Comforting stressed!reader HCS - post ᰔᩚ
╰┈➤ Stressed/upset!reader, our resident softie caring/comforting them :)
Drabbles
Requests
A Helping Hand - post ᰔᩚ ☁︎(slight)
╰┈➤ "Can you write some Steve Harrington fluff where the reader notices how rattled he is after Eddie held a broken bottle to his throat/Upside Down drama is back despite his hiding it so his girlfriend maintains some form of physical contact on him afterwards to help him calm down until they can get a quiet moment alone which Steve is forever grateful for?"
Henderson Sibling Fun Night - post ᰔᩚ 𖠋(slight) ☾
╰┈➤ "How about Steve Harrington soft smut where he's dating Dustin's older sister and she kisses the pout off Steve's lips and leaves him dazed after their sex when she tells him that he isn't invited to the Henderson sibling hang out (I love the idea of Dustin being best friend with his older sister)?"
hustle - post ᰔᩚ ☁︎(heavy) ☾(basically porn, oops)
╰┈➤ "Can I request a Steve Harrington teaching his girlfriend how to play basketball one shot ? Love your writings btw <3"
Eddie Munson
OneShots
Anything For You - post ᰔᩚ☁︎︎
╰┈➤ Eddie tries to comfort you in the wake of your abusive relationship with his lifelong enemy.
Drabbles
Requests
Well-needed rest - post ᰔᩚ
╰┈➤ "Eddie rubbing your feet after a long stressful day 🥺"
All I See Is Beauty - post ᰔᩚ☁︎︎ (barely there ☾)
╰┈➤ "Fat reader x Eddie helping her w insecurity"
Safe Haven - post ᰔᩚ☁︎︎☾(implied)
╰┈➤ "Eddie x reader w PTSD from childhood SA and him comforting her during an attack ALSO WOULD LOVE TO SEE THIS WITH STEVE"
So Simple As ABC - prequel to Safe Haven - post ᰔᩚ☁︎︎
╰┈➤ "In response to your comforting from SA flashback for Eddie, I would like to ask if you could write a prequel (if you’re comfortable doing so) where the reader tells him about her trauma? If not, I understand, I’m just in the situation where I might have to tell someone in a situation like that soon and it would be comforting to know someone (Eddie) would be accepting and kind."
Perfect - post ᰔᩚ☁︎︎(slight)⭒
╰┈➤ "Eddie finding out reader has an eating disorder (established relationship maybe?)"
Love Me Tender - post ᰔᩚ
╰┈➤"Chronically Ill reader x Eddie Munson, bad pain day"
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7 and 8 from the angsty/suggestive prompts??
7. “i’m sick of being treated like this.”
8. “i didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”
“You don’t need to hover over me, I’m fine, I promise.” You tried to reassure Steve, but as always, he had to put others first, had to use his kindness to the best of its abilities. He shook his head, ignoring your words as he spotted you, walking in front of you as the two of you descended the stairs slowly.
“Just want you to be safe.” He mumbled, focused on trying to walk backwards down the stairs safely while watching your feet, making sure you didn’t slip and fall.
Your body hadn’t been the same since July 4th, 1985, during that nightmarish battle in the middle of Starcourt. To be fair, none of you had been the same since that, but physically, it took a toll on you the worst. Debris from the crumbling walls of the mall hit your legs. It had been months, and with proper care and rest, you were able to walk again. Just some days were harder than others, that’s all. The doctors said it could be like that for awhile, could be like that forever. You were just thankful you made it out alive at all.
“Babe, I’m fine, just a rough pain day. My legs give out sometimes, I’m not dying.” You tried reassuring him again, this time, a bit more irritated than the last.
Steve safely reached the floor, grabbing your hands to guide you safely to the same level. You hesitated, but continued, wanting to just get this painfully slow walk done and over with. All you wanted was some damn ice cream, and that felt like a day-long errand with how slowly you had to move on a bad pain day like this. You’d rather this than the nightmares that kept Steve up every night, though. This was more tolerable, in your eyes.
Shuffling along the tile in your slippers, you felt pain strike sharply up your left leg, then back down your right leg, causing them to feel like jelly, and collapse onto the floor. Frustrated, you let out a huff, but you were used to it by now. You used canes sometimes, but it felt useless in your own home to lug that around, only really necessary when out and about. At least you knew the walls here, knew what worked as makeshift support railings.
Steve cursed under his breath at himself. “Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let go.” He reached out, pulling you by your hands back up to your feet. You could’ve gotten up yourself.
“I’m sick of being treated like this.” You vented, shoving his hands away before collapsing into a nearby kitchen chair. You leaned forward, tucking your head in your hands. “I’m not a fucking baby, I’m not dying, stop treating me like this!”
“You’re not a baby. You’re not dying. I know this.” Steve tried to say calmly, but his voice shook. “I just wanted to help. I hate seeing you struggle.”
“Maybe I don’t want any help from anyone! I can do this shit on my own!” You yelled, the sudden outburst startling Steve. He crouched down in front of you as you sat, starting to cry angry tears. Angry not at Steve, but mostly at yourself, that you needed help. That you needed any assistance. You were always independent, and you hated having to rely on anyone.
“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!” He responded, pulling your head up out of your hands, gently lifting your chin with his hand. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry this shit happened to you, but I refuse to let you suffer alone. You’re up nearly every night with me and my nightmares. You don’t let me suffer alone, why would you think I’d leave you hanging?”
Tears pricked at your eyes. “Because you have enough to worry about with yourself. I don’t want you worrying like this over me.”
“I worry because I love you.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, no matter how many bad pain days you have. Even if they last forever, I’m going to be right by your side, you hear me?”
You nodded, a small smile pushing through as you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand. Steve leaned away to grab the tissue box off a table, handing them to you, which you gladly took. Steve pushed back up to his feet and walked over to the freezer.
“I think today calls for us finishing off this carton of cookie dough ice cream. What do you think?” He said, smiling, bringing a giggle and bigger smile across your face.
“Hell fuckin’ yeah it does.” You answered, sniffling.
The two of you curled up on the couch, watching reruns of some game show, sharing the last of the ice cream with giant spoons, and you felt at ease. Bad pain days weren’t easy, but at least you’d get through them with love and support from your favourite person.
#whoops projected w my own chronic illness struggles on this one lol#steve harrington x reader#requests#prompts
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Intro and Masterlist
Hi! my name is Emily, I'm 26 she/they(female-presenting, but prefer they/them) Capricorn, bisexual, non-binary, autistic, chronically ill and terminally pretty ✌🏻 Blog focuses mainly on ACOTAR, Criminal Minds, Star Trek Taylor Swift, Stranger Things and 911
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Eddie Munson Masterlist Steve Harrington Series
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smut-fluff-angst (includes other ST characters) [MDNI]
As long as I’m with you- Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had (tw)
King Steve doesn’t exist- (Steddie) ft. Billy Hargrove
Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?
Shy my ass - (short) Steve Harrington x you - you’ve always imagined riding your boyfriends big nose
Bio- (short) Steve Harrington x you - Steve watching you fuck your self on his c*ck
The band-aid to my wounds- Older Eddie fic (ft. Steve x kurt kunkle x reader)
After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..
Headcanons / blurbs / imagines
Trans Steve getting his groove back
Convincing Steve to take your v-card
Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)
Grinding yourself innocent perv self on Steve’s hand
Struggling to get wet (steddie)
Soft Stevie
Perv cyclist Steve
Steve’s nickname 4 u
Older Steve loves a bush
Fucking Steve while thinking about Eddie
Dilf Steve discovers new kinks
(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better
Sugar daddy Steve moodboard
Sweater weather moodboard, strangers to lovers
Dancing with R&B Steve
Angelic Stancy
Beefy Steve
Hunt me down
Bi Steve
Businessman or dancer Steve imagine
Smash? Smash.
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Billy Hargrove loves plus size women
Dom Nancy / fruity four headcanons
Robins an angel
Argyles favorite positions
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I wanna get better
Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: your mental and physical health issues are a struggle enough the way it is, and you never imagined locking down for safety in your own apartment would make it all worse. thankfully, your’re not in quarantine alone, and ride it out with your roommate/best friend, Steve Harrington. (AKA: self indulgent quarantine comfort fic that absolutely nobody asked for. modern!AU, obviously.)
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: depression, anxiety, chronic illness/pain, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, lots of fluff n comfort to make up for it all though, I swear !!
A/N: hiiii! Long time no see!! I wrote this a week or two back (idk, time is fake anymore.). Read, or don’t, this was ultimately written as a way to keep busy when I was struggling recently. If you struggle with mental and/or physical issues, I see you, you’re not alone. Hang in there. I hope this brings some comfort to someone else, at least <3 the spoon theory is mentioned in this, and if you’re not familiar, I highly suggest looking it up. Enjoy!! (title is from ‘I wanna get better’ by bleachers!)
It’s spring. Still light out. Not sure on the exact day or the time, though. You lost your care and worries to keep track awhile ago, back when this whole pandemic started.
You’ve been in quarantine for at least a month now, maybe? Something like that. Sure. The entire world’s been on a lockdown; life actually came to a stop, something you’d never imagine actually bearing witness to.
To you, the quarantine was both a blessing and a curse. A blessed and cursed image. A “blursed image”, if you will. Blessing you with extra free time, time to be used on more sleep, more self care, more entertaining activities, less stress spent on your shitty job. A curse, because all this time on your hands, and you still couldn’t manage it properly, if even at all.
That couldn’t entirely be blamed on you and your procrastination; it stemmed from somewhere, after all. That source just happened to come in the all-too-common form of depression, anxiety, and chronic pain. So, your brand new free time was balanced between your moods and energy; how many spoons you had that day determined how your precious free time was spent.
“You wanna flip the record over or should I?”
Laying face up to the ceiling fan, you groaned, not wanting to get up from the floor cradling you and your drained weight.
“Is that your final answer?”
You tilted your head towards your best friend over on the couch, and pouted. “Maybe.”
Steve pushed himself off the cushion with a soft grunt, and dragged his feet across the floor, over your legs, and to the turntable. As he lifted the needle and flipped the record, he asked over his shoulder, “Low spork day?” Lowering the needle back down, the sounds of the B side of Jack’s Mannequin’s Everything In Transit continued softly through the speakers.
That misfired reference lifted a worn giggle from your lips. He tried, he really did. You tried teaching him the spoon theory ages ago, when you were first diagnosed. He got the concept, and that’s what mattered most.
“Sure, sporks. Close enough.” You said, smiling up at him as he began shuffling past you, heading towards his spot, but he stopped, reaching his hands out, grabbing yours. He gently began tugging you forward and up off the floor, something that felt like it was much harder than it should’ve.
Social distancing was supposed to be in place, sure, but the two of you weren’t as stuck on the specifics, being two now unemployed, long time best friends, who also happened to be roommates. At least neither of you were alone in this.
“Maybe you’d chin up a bit if we listened to some happier music.” He teased as you trudged over to the couch, flopping into the cozy, worn cushions. Steve sat next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you. It’s always been like this, like clockwork, one comforts while the other works through the hurt. Lately, though, it’s been more suffering on your part than you wanted.
“Hey, I could’ve picked something much sadder than this.” You taunted back, tilting your head onto his shoulder, curling up into the safety of the comfort both Steve and the surroundings offered. “At least it’s catchy and upbeat. We could be crying to Phoebe Bridgers, or some shit.”
“You mean you could’ve been crying.” He countered again, pulling an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You knew he was joking, but you didn’t have the energy to laugh along. You felt yourself spacing out, something you did when the pain, mental or physical, got too rough. If socially distancing counted in emotional ways, you’d be an Olympic medalist.
Steve noticed the beat of silence where you’d usually follow with more teasing his way, and nudged into you gently. “Hey, what’s up?”
You snorted at that. “You ask like life’s been eventful.”
“I mean, it has been, we’re living through shitty history, you know.” He said pointedly. “You have every right to feel whatever you’re feeling right now.”
You nodded, knowing of where the conversation was heading, but never being able to absorb the advice for yourself. It was always the same. Your feelings are valid, your pain is valid, you’re allowed to feel what you feel- only now, it was the quarantine edition.
“Yeah, nothing different, though.” You mumbled. “I just wanna sleep.”
“You always want to sleep. You’ve been sleeping too much lately. Maybe a trip the grocery store will help? Get up and out, stretch your legs.” He offered, knowing it wasn’t much, but something in times like this.
“They only want one person per trip anymore, remember?” You reminded him, and he groaned, nodding. “I’ll go tomorrow, or something. I know we’re low on some stuff. Just... tomorrow, okay?”
Steve sighed, letting the conversation go, not wanting to irritate you further. Your breathing fell in time with his, and the rhythm of that along with the music softly playing was enough to make your eyelids heavy. In no time, you felt the safety of your surroundings guide you into sleep.
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“God dammit!”
The sounds of grumbles and cursing down the hall pulled you from your nap, eyes blurring out of focus as you looked around the room. It was dark and rainy out, now, and only a small lamp was on, dim, in the corner of the living room. You heard shuffling and frantic movements, and more cursing, and knitted your brows together in confusion.
“Steve?” You called out, throwing the blanket off your body and onto the floor as you pushed onto your feet, still feeling worn, but not as drained. Still, you let your feet drag across the floor as you slowly shuffled down the hall towards the noises. The door to your room was ajar, light pouring out into the hallway, the noises following out with it.
Peeking in, you saw Steve standing on your bed, jumping to touch the ceiling with one hand, and his phone in the other. You were only baffled further, tilting your head as you could only stare, focusing on what was in his hand; plastic glow stars.
You felt a smile curl up on the edge of your lips. Steve continued to bounce lightly on the bed, sticking the plastic stars against the ceiling as his hand got close enough to the surface. He wasn’t short by any means, but the ceilings in the apartment were just ridiculously tall.
Steve would glance at his phone every so often between placing stars; it held a photo of a constellation on the screen, and he was trying to copy it onto your ceiling. You felt something tug at your heart and pull laughter out from under the depression that laid deep in you. Startled, Steve jerked his head in your direction mid jump, and slipped, falling safely onto your bed.
“Wait! Don’t look yet!” He said, scrambling off the bed towards you, reaching out to cover your eyes with his palms. You laughed some more, pushing his hands away. “It was a surprise!”
“I already saw, you goof.” You admitted, laughter echoing out of you for longer than you expected. Steve couldn’t help smiling bashfully. “This might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me.”
“Yeah, well, we gotta let them charge up anyway, or they won’t glow later.” He said, shrugging off the blush creeping up his skin. “I was hoping you’d still be asleep so I could finish sticking them... but...”
“How long was I out for?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, and he spun you around, pushing you back out the door and down the hall.
“Four hours. Figured you needed the rest.” Steve answered, continuing to direct you down the hall and into the tiny kitchen, flipping the lights on. “So, I went to the store.”
“So... technically we should be social distancing... right?” You questioned, half joking, knowing you couldn’t keep apart from being glued to one another’s sides.
“If I get sick, I’m bringing you down with me. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” He quipped back, shrugging again as he pushed past you to open a cupboard. With a dramatic wave of an arm, he showed off the spot where you both kept your cereal, and your eyes landed on a new box of Fruity Pebbles. Your absolute favorite.
“You didn’t.”
“I did. It’s not a lot, but I hope that and the stars make you sm-“
Energy rushed through you, and you pushed yourself towards Steve, hugging him tightly. It wasn’t a lot, no, but you didn’t need a lot, didn’t need grand gestures to know your best friend cared about you.
“Thank you.” You mumbled into his shoulder, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. Your heart fluttered, but you shoved the feeling aside, knowing this wasn’t a two way street. That’s how it’s always been.
“How’re you feeling?” Steve asked, voice soft and filled with concern. Always concerned. Always caring. That’s just him being your best friend, though. This is just how it’s always been.
“Better than earlier, still riding it out, though.” You admitted, still feeling the dull sting of sadness trying to creep back in. You pushed out of his grasp, not wanting to overstay your welcome in his arms. It’s always been this way. It is what it is. Always what it will be.
Brushing past the awkward energy that fell between you two, the night carried on as it’s been nearly every night now, watching comfort movies you’ve seen plenty of times before, catching way too many sea bass in Animal Crossing, and losing track of time trying to learn TikTok dances.
“How are you moving your arms that fast?” Steve questioned as he stared as you danced, completely lost on the first few moves. Somehow you had it more together than he did, which was saying a lot, considering how you physically felt most days.
“You dance like a dad, Steve.”
“I can’t move like these kids!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “They’re too bendy, like Gumbo.”
You stopped, glancing at him with raised brows, “.... you mean Gumby?”
Steve shook his head, putting his hands on his hips before insisting, “Uh, pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”
Killing boredom continued in the form of a blanket fort competition, one you were certain you’d win, when your walls of soft, fuzzy blankets came crumpling down around and on top of you. Steve’s terribly muffled laughs echoed through the living room.
“What the fuck, Steve! That took me an hour!” You yelled, flailing through the pile of blankets. As you felt your face surface, something hit you square in the forehead, leaving a dull sting.
Your eyes crossed to glance up, noticing a goddamn nerf dart stuck to your skin. Your eyes slowly narrowed back to Steve, holding a nerf gun and grinning too confidently.
“I’ll kill you.” You hissed, half joking, but still pretty pissed about your fort.
“Good luck, Y/N.” He shrugged before tossing a nerf gun your way, and bolting down the hall. You tore your way out of the blanket pile, grabbing the nerf gun and chasing after him as best you could, before he slammed the door to his room, locking you out. You pounded your fists against the door.
“You’re a shithead!” You yelled, trying to hold back your laughter. “This isn’t fair! I’m siiiiick!”
“You don’t get to play that card in quarantine!” He yelled back through the door. You crossed your arms with a huff, and retreated back to your room, slamming the door behind you. You waited, ear pressed to the door’s surface, hoping to hear any movement, but no such luck.
Cracking your door open, you carefully peeked down the hall, only to see Steve doing the same from his room, holding his gun out towards you. You acted lightning fast, shooting first, nailing him in the nose before he could pull back.
Slamming your door, you yelled loudly, “Karma’s a bitch!”
Silence fell in the hallway for a few minutes, before stomping echoed through apartment, and your door was flung open, shoving you aside in shock.
Steve stood in the doorway with a pillow tied to his forehead with shoelaces, and another tied to his torso with a formal tie. You couldn’t help but choke on laughter at the sight of his homemade armor.
“What the fuck are you wearing, Harrington?”
“Go ‘head, shoot me, see what happens.” He laughed back, holding his nerf gun up in defense.
You held your laughter down for a moment. “I won’t hesitate, bitch.”
The Vine reference caught Steve off guard, causing him to laugh again, and you ran forward, pushing him aside and out of the doorway to make your escape.
“Unfair!” He called out as you ran to his room, slamming and locking the door behind you. Footsteps, then banging against the door followed, and you ignored it, bent over in pain from the quick movements.
“You can’t just lock me out of my own room!” He yelled like a child, and it pulled a smile out of you through the pain. Still, the room began to spin as your heart rate caught up to your body, delayed.
“Give me a sec’, I’m really dizzy here.” You managed to breathe out, just loud enough to be heard, as you started to sit on the floor, legs giving out as you got closer to the ground.
“Oh, wait, shit, you alright?” He asked, and you could hear plastic echoing off the floor in the hallway, before the doorknob began jiggling. “You’re not fuckin’ around, are you?”
As you laid on the floor, your ears began ringing and your vision tunneled, narrowing into a point in the ceiling above you. Your limbs felt fuzzy, like TV static. Still, in a shaky voice, you joked back. “F- fuck around and find out.”
Pushing past a snort, Steve yelled back, “Seriously, Y/N, are you on the floor at least?”
“You betcha’ bippy.” You answered back, breath shallow. This happened, this was normal, for you. This was life. Complicated definitions aside, your heart didn’t like to keep a proper heart rate, especially when you actually were active, or even just moving, really.
Between that and the mental health mess you dealt with, it was just a cycle of fuckery that kept you constantly in a struggle, one way or another. Over time you’ve learned to deal, but sometimes shit like this just happened. It wasn’t necessarily life threatening, but it certainly got in the way of things in life you once took for granted.
Through blurry vision, seeing double, you noticed Steve standing above you, and laughed weakly. “How’d you get in?” You hadn’t even heard the door open.
Steve, breathless and panicked, crouched down closer, feeling your forehead for a fever. “Robin showed me how to open doors with Bobby pins forever ago. Found some in your room.”
You pushed his hand off your skin. “I’m not infected, idiot. Just give me a second.”
“You sure? I- I just wanna be sure, that you’re okay, and stuff, better safe than sorry.” He stumbled over his words; over-explaining would be where he won his Olympic medals, that’s for sure.
Eyes shutting, you nodded, feeling drained, more than earlier. Like any and all energy had been shoved out of your body. “I promise I’m okay. Just the usual tachycardia nonsense. Not dying. Not sick-sick, okay?”
“Right. Yeah. Of course.” He said, biting his lip, glancing down in worry. He shifted himself to lay down on the floor next to you. “I’m just... gonna hang here. Until you’re okay. I left the nerf gun in the hall.”
“I heard it drop, but I appreciate the reassurance.” You replied, eyes closed still, but at least the rapid heartbeat and ringing in your ears had finally begun to quiet down. Your heavy breaths began to slow, too, feeling more normal again. Steve gently laced his fingers between yours, catching you off guard. “I’m not dying, I told you. Chill.”
“I know... it just... you just...”
“Spit it out, dork.” You joked, and he sighed.
“You scare me sometimes.” He replied, voice just above a whisper. He rushed to correct himself. “Not- not like you, so much. Well... maybe, sometimes, first time we met I was scared shitless because of you-“
“Get to the point, Harrington.” You laughed, softly squeezing his hand, reassuring him to continue.
“I’m scared I’ll lose you to any of this shit.” He breathed, and your eyes shot open, carefully turning to glance at him. “You’ve got so much to worry about, and you’re strong, but it doesn’t mean I don’t worry that it’ll break you someday.”
Rolling over onto your stomach, you propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at Steve. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere. You know that, right?”
Steve looked away, and you could swear you saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. “Sometimes you don’t get out of bed for a long time. Sometimes you’re in so much pain you can’t even walk properly. Sometimes your thoughts are so rotten to you, and I wish I could, like, punch them, or some shit... I don’t know.” He sighed deeply before shutting his eyes tight. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you to any of this. To anything, ever.”
“Well, you know we all die someday, right?” You said, and he opened his eyes to roll them at you. “Seriously, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry for alarming you. This whole pandemic bullshit has me-“
“Don’t say it-“
“- Upside down, sorry.” You finished, cringing, but a smile curled at the edge of your lips. “It’s true, though. It’s magnified all my bullshit by ten times, at least. I’ll admit, I haven’t been doing the best with self care to make sure it gets any better.”
“Why won’t you let me help?” Steve asked, and it freezes your entire body up.
“Because everyone else has their own shit going on, including you. Why would I burden you with even more nonsense?” You replied, wanting to drop the subject. “I let you distract me with silly things, and that’s already much more than you need to do for me.”
Steve sat up a bit, leaning back on his elbows, looking you dead in the eye. “I hear you crying at night sometimes. You don’t tell me anything anymore. Distractions only help so much. Why won’t you talk to me? To somebody? Anybody?”
You shifted, pulling your knees to your chest and rested your chin onto the tops of them, ignoring the tears trying to break. “This whole thing has me exhausted, and I feel guilty. I don’t have a reason to feel drained. Not a real reason. I don’t fight this thing on the frontlines. I’m unemployed but safe at home, how the hell can I justify telling you or anybody else that I’m so tired, and I just don’t want to be here anymore?”
As silence followed, Steve’s eyes grew wide at your confession, and you couldn’t stomach the guilt you felt for already admitting this, looking away. Steve shifted to sit closer to you, and immediately pulled his arms around you, hands reaching up to cradle the back of your head and thread through your hair.
“Your reasons for feeling so drained and tired are valid.” He affirmed, voice shaking as he spoke into your ear. You felt the tears finally break and slip down your face. “You have literal medical reasons as to why you feel that way, and that’s okay. Staying home is also a big fight, and it’s hard on a lot of us. It’s hard on me too.”
You pulled back to look at him, and saw Steve’s eyes were red and holding back tears.
“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage to get out, and Steve shook his head.
“Don’t be. I just don’t want to lose you. I love you, you know?” He said, rubbing the tears out of his eyes, before holding you again. “You know I wouldn’t want to be in this stupid quarantine with anyone else, right? All the awful shit aside, spending this time with you has been some of my favorite memories we have together.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause we live together, but I love you too.” You snorted, and he shook his head again.
“No,” Steve shut his eyes quickly before looking back at you. “I mean I love you. ... I’m sorry the timing’s shit. I just hate that you feel like you have to fight this alone, when I’m here for you as a best friend, at the least.”
Your heart dropped and eyes grew wide. “You... you what?”
“Sorry- shit. Fuck. That was really bad timing, I’m sorry, Y/N-“
“My ears stopped ringing a few minutes ago... did you really say that?” You asked, stunned.
Steve’s eyes darted away and back to yours, “.... Maybe. Unless it’s gonna make our friendship weird, in which case-”
“Steve.”
“- we don’t have to talk about this, I don’t want quarantine to get even weirder because of what I said, in fact, we could just forget-“
“Steve.”
“- my timing was probably super selfish anyw-“
“Oh, my god, you never shut up do you?” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling the two of you closer together. Your lips landed on his, quickly bringing his verbal train of thought to a halt. Surprised, he froze for a moment, before softly moving his lips against yours, smiling through the kiss. You pulled back, heart pounding and thoughts buzzing in a blissed-out daze.
“I should ramble more often.” Steve mumbled, blushing, and you giggled, leaning forward to kiss him again, soft and slow.
“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You mumbled against his lips in between kisses. “I love you, too.”
Steve pulled away, overwhelmed with happiness, scrambling to his feet before taking your hands and gently pulling you up and off the floor. “When this is all over, I’m taking you on a real date. I mean it. Anywhere you wanna go, we’re going.”
“Even Disney World?” You joked, and he snorted.
“Maybe on the second date.” He joked back, hands steadying you, making sure your balance was normal again. “You good? You okay, or do you need to lay back down?”
“Hm, maybe... I got an idea for that first date.” You said, smirking, before tugging Steve along as you walked back to your room. You pulled him into bed, and shut the lamp off, letting the plastic glow stars illuminate the room softly. You noticed the constellations he put up were the two of your zodiac signs.
“You’re such a cheeseball.” You teased, climbing under the covers, and pulling him towards you. Steve climbed in next to you, shrugging with a laugh.
“You love it.” He teased back, curling his arms around you. The two of you molded together, cuddled up as you always have. It’s always been this way, and you realize now things can stay the same and transform all at once, and that’s okay. It’s always been this way, and that’s okay.
“Yeah, I really do.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his jawline before snuggling closer into him, gazing up at the handmade starry night hanging over the two of you. “I really, really do.”
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