#steve harrington headcannons

[madelynraemunson]

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.”

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“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?”

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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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[strawberrysodaslut]

steve harrington fucking you in film store bathroom

Star Cuffed Jeans - Steve Harrington x Reader

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summary: late night shifts were the bane of your existence, but Steve finds a way to make it… exciting.

warnings: SMUTTT, fingering, unprotected sex (this is fiction your life isn’t) multiple orgasms,

a/n: i loved this request. this took SO LONG to write omg i’m so glad with how it turned out tho

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Working at the film store was the worst.

The pay was shitty, the customers were rude- especially if you end up not having the movie, the boss is a douche and is never there, and the hours were just stupid, no one is renting a film at 10pm on a weekday.

The only thing keeping you from quitting is the friendship you’ve formed with your two co-workers. 

When the two of them started, you were certain they were a couple, but during training you were immediately corrected. They couldn’t be further from romantic, it was kind of adorable.

It took almost a year for Robin to come out to you, she was batshit terrified. You had to reassure her that you didn’t care and that you were proud of her for feeling comfortable to tell you.

But, that led you to having no real reason to ignore how attractive you find Steve. Not that you were the only person who thought so, most of your “regulars” were only there to gawk at Steve- not that you could blame them.

He seemed to like you too- not in that way, at least you don’t think so. But he’s always trying to make you laugh, especially when customers weren’t around. He’d tell you all the drama his ‘boy’ dustin would tell him about school, which you loved. And he’d always try to get you on his side whenever him and Robin fought- even if it was stupid.

“And so I told her- everyone likes boobies! She likes boobies, I like boobies, I know you’re not gay but I’m sure you like boobies.” He rambled, recounting the argument he and Robin had “She paused it at 53 minutes and 55 seconds, she likes boobies.”

“Im sure she does Steve,” You say. You learnt that Steve’s rants are even more entertaining when you agree, so it’s be socially became a reflex.

The two of you spent the next hour waiting for customers. There hadn’t been a single one since 6:30, it was 9pm.

“This is so stupid,” You mutter, you were tired and just wanted to go home.

Steve chuckles, “Are you sick of me already? We’ve got two hours left.” He says.

Although Steve couldn’t lie, he’d grown bored too. He’d run out of stories to entertain you with, and your brain was so broken from working so long to come up with one yourself.

While you were sitting on the counter, waiting for new customers, Steve was sitting on the floor, just to the right of your legs, back against the counter.

He started casually playing with the cuffs of your jeans, before throwing all caution to the wind and grabbing a pen to draw stars on them.

You watch Steve start to get more creative with his doodles, before finally getting so concentrated he’s gripping on your ankle, digging his skin into your flesh.

It tickles, so you try and kick him away. He actually lets out a whine, “Stop it, you’re ruining my design.” He says, using his strength to still your movements, holding you in place to finish his doodle.

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He says, smirking as he tries to find an empty part to keep on drawing.

Your heart must have moved to your throat, because you can feel the harsh beats as your body fights itself on running far away or staying in this moment.

You decide to stay.

Steve eventually gives up, having covered every inch of your cuffs with his art. He moves to sit on the counter, stretching his hand out. “Gimme your hand.” He says. You oblige, and he’s immediately drawing his random doodles on your hand.

You look to see what he’s drawing, it’s mostly stars, random little monsters, a dog, “steve was here”, but you can also see a little one. You remove your hand from Steve’s grip to inspect it.

He tugs your hand back, pulling a little too harsh and nearly dragging you off of the stool. He moves to catch you, hand on your waist as your faces nearly bump into each other.

Steve’s eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, and he moves forward, hesitating to give you a chance to push him away, before breaking the space between you. You immediately reciprocate the kiss.

His lips are soft against yours, slotting like the last piece of a puzzle. You moan against his mouth, carding your hands in his hair.

Before things can get too far, he looks behind you, quickly breaking the kiss and spinning you in your chair just in time to greet a new customer. You have to tell your body to breathe, the ability to do so subconsciously stolen by the kiss.

Your mind hazes as the customer wanders around the store aimlessly, then promising he didn’t need any help, that he was just looking for a movie. No shit, what else would you be here for?

Steve keeps insisting on helping the guy, hoping to get him out of there as soon as possible. When he finally gets the man to pick a damn movie, he’s pretty much tossing the money in the register.

Once he leaves, Steve locks the door and turns the closed sign on, walking behind the counter, gripping your waist and cheek and pulling you into his lips. This one is different from the first one, it’s harsh, desperate.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and you moan, your mind completely gone already.

You look at the glass windows and feel weary, you break the kiss, “Steve, windows.”

He gives you a shit eating grin, gripping your hand with his and dragging you into the bathroom, he immediately presses your back against the wall, pushing for a kiss.

You hum into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You use this angle to tug at the neckline of his shirt, he helps you pull it off, revealing his toned stomach.

He grips at your top, lifting it slightly before his hands still, “This okay?”

You whine, nodding, your mouth bumping against his from the movement. He shakes his head, “Words, baby, words.”

Your mind is so far gone, you can barely stutter out the “yes” he needs to smash his lips back on yours, hungrily shoving his tongue in your mouth.

He pulls your shirt of of you, thankful for your decision to not wear a bra. He lets out a shuddered breath at the sight of your breasts, “You’re perfect,” He says, moving to kiss down your neck.

You moan as he sucks on a sweet spot, he slides a hand between your bodies and unzipping your pants and shimmying them down your body. He cups your clothes cunt, slowly rubbing your clit through the sheer fabric.

You moan, rolling your hips into his hand. “Stop being a fucking tease” You murmur, resting your head back on the tiled wall.

He smirks, immediately pushing your panties out of the way, pushing his middle and ring finger into you and curling. You moan, scratching at his neck as you grip to his hair.

He picks a relentless pace, moving his thumb to rub harsh circles into your clit, “This what you wanted?” He hisses, moving back to your neck to continue marking it.

You moan, nodding. “Fuck, Steve- so good.”

You are dragged to your orgasm at an alarming pace, “Shit- Steve… close” you stammer, gripping to his shoulders for support.

He smiles, pushing a third finger in. “Cum baby, please fucking cum.” He says, increasing the pace of his fingers fucking into you.

That’s all it takes to send you over the edge, your pretty sure your mind is in another dimension, the pleasure you’re experiencing seeming inhuman.

Steve soothes you through your high, pressing kisses across your face and whispering soothing words as you come to.

He presses a kiss to your nose, “You’re so hot, you have no idea.”

You pull him into another kiss, snaking your hand between the two of you to palm him though his jeans. He moans into your mouth, rolling his hips into your hand.

After unzipping his jeans you push your hand under his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock and stroking.

“F-fuck,” he moans, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. Rocking his hips to match your strokes.

Steve pushes your hand off of him, pulling his boxers down and gripping his cock. He uses his free arm to slightly lift you, lining up with your entrance.

The stretch burns as he slowly pushes his cock into you, but the pain mixes with the pleasure in an almost euphoric way. “Fuck, Steve- so big…” You moan, scratching down his back.

Once he’s fully entered you, he waits for you to give him permission to move. You nod, and he starts thrusting in and out of you, using his grips on your hips to grind you down onto his.

The angle is unforgiving, his length seeming to get deeper with every thrust. You try to help, but he’s taken full control, allowing you to just be there, a perfect hole for him to fuck into.

You scrape your hands through his hair, tugging on the strands. He groans, snapping his hips as he brushes your sweet spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the heat pooling in your abdomen.

He moves one of his hands from your hip to rub circles into your clit, “Fuck,” you moan, gripping further at his hair.

“Watch the hair baby, don’t wanna be bald.” He says through his grunts and moans.

You immediately retract your hands, residing in gripping his shoulders. “Sorry,” you whimper, burying your face into his neck and leaving kisses there.

The heat in your abdomen grows stronger as you barrel towards your high, “Close” you choke out, hips involuntary rolling into him.

His thrusts grow sloppy, you can tell he’s close too. “I know baby,” he says, holding you close. “Cum for me, please.”

You crash into your high, the pleasure washing over you. Your walls clamp around him, the feeling bringing him close to his own high.

His hips stutter, releasing a guttural moan as he cums, spilling his seed into you. He fucks you both through your highs until you come down, relaxing in his touch.

“Fuck, that was…“ He says, trailing off at the end, he presses a kiss to your cheek, “perfect, fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

You laugh, “You’re not so bad yourself,” He chuckles, rolling his hips one more time before pulling out.

Steve looks at his watch, “We still have an hour left of the shift.” He says, laughing.

You laugh, “I don’t think anyone will mind if we close early.”

He smiles, “I know someone here who would actually prefer it.” He says, slotting his lips back in yours.

It seems late night shifts aren’t so bad after all…

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[kadorawrites]

New Me - Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Hopper!reader is having a hard time adjusting to normalcy after the disappearance of her father, the death of her tumultuous ex-lover, and losing her only family to California. Instead of turning to her friends, she turns to isolation and partying to cope. Best friend, Steve Harrington, isn't about to let her drown.

Warnings: steve harrington x fem!reader, addiction, drug use

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The big sky darkens above the small balcony, where y/n leans against the railing, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She watches the sunset from her new apartment, provided by the police department's pension. She contemplated fixing up the cabin with Steve who offered to help. But the second they pulled up to the painfully familiar place, y/n broke into tears and hasn't worked up the courage to go back since.

She's a new person now, anyways. Barely eighteen, a high school senior, living on her own in some run down apartment building off the main road. Joyce insisted she come with them to California, but the thought of leaving Hawkins without her dad felt wrong. Like he would come back one day and make everything normal again. The Harringtons took her in for a bit until she turned 18, got the life insurance policy, and decided it was time to grow up. Steve would have let her stay with him forever if she wanted to.

But that was a long time ago and he barely recognizes her anymore. She's thinner, skin sunken in, dark circles under her eyes, hair smells like cigarettes, a stoic look on her face whenever they're at work. At least he has that, the only time she's somewhat normal is at the video store where he and Robin begged Keith to give y/n a job. Luckily, she had an extensive Hitchcock knowledge that he found rather impressive and hired her on the spot. Even threatened to fire Steve, which he would have gladly obliged if it meant y/n would get out of the house and have a normal routine.

She wasn't the same though, and Steve had no idea what to do to bring her back. He'd crack jokes as usual, only getting a small smile from her every so often. He invites her to hang out after work almost every shift, yet she declines every time. Steve has an idea what she's doing. Rumors get around in a small town like Hawkins, and when the dead police chief's daughter is seen snorting white powder off some preppies bathroom counter, everyone and their mother hears about it.

Steve refused to believe this new party girl persona. Yeah, they used to get hammered together at parties last year, but what he was hearing about y/n was just not her. It wasn't until he was smacked in the face with the truth one night that he realized his best friend was too far gone.

A few of months ago, at the start of school, one of Steve's many dates dragged him to a high school party. He wandered through the halls in search of bathroom, stumbling into a bedroom. Steve's eyes landed on a half naked y/n, straddling some jock, her skirt pushed up to her waist, her head dangling back as she moaned, the boy's lips attached to her neck. Steve stood paralyzed until y/n looked up at him, her red eyes wide and wild. She gave him a wicked smirk, as the jock pushed into her, then continued her moans, not breaking eye contact with Steve. He shut the door quick, before running down the stairs and into the front lawn. He hunched over, the alcohol coming up, and vomited onto the grass. Steve wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

They never spoke about that night. Hell, he doesn't know if she even remembers it. How could she be so evil? After everything they've been through? After he confessed his feelings for her in the mall bathroom?

But that drug-hazed conversation on the bathroom floor felt like a different life and y/n felt like a different girl. She was class president, soccer captain, life of the party, the chief's daughter who wouldn't take shit from anyone. Now the town pities the sad girl with a dead dad and sister, and an absent mother. The girl with a slight drug addiction and failing grades. The girl who'll sleep with any guy just to feel something.

Back on her balcony she blows smoke out into the sunset, calming her down. A muted pain covers the back of her head, she winces. A drop of blood falls onto the railing. Y/n wipes her nose, trickles of dark red blood smear onto the back of her hand. The pounding in her head beats harder and harder.

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[dilf-whore]

never again

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: minor violence, mentions of blood, abuse

requested: yes by @holynacholove​

word count: 618

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You and Steve walk through the water park hand in hand, eating your ice pops as the sun glistens your skin. You look over your boyfriend who’s cheeks flushed in red from the heat, a soft smile on his face from his taste buds’ satisfaction. “Got something on my face?” Steve asks.

“You look like a tomato, a cute one” you reply. He chuckles at your statement and takes another lick on his cold dessert, “never thought tomatoes can be cute”.

You playfully shrug and continue strolling through the crowd, looking for a place to sit.

Your eyes land on a familiar figure and you swore your soul left your body, the upsetting memories coming back and your healed wounds opening again. Steve could feel your grip tighten on his hand and he does the same to give you some reassurance or comfort, he’s not sure really - he still hasn’t picked up why you did so.

“Y/N! Long time no see”

Steve faces you, anticipating for you to tell him who the boy is. “This is-“

“The name’s Henry, dated her a while back” he says. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you” Steve replies with a smile. You try to pull him and go away, “let’s go”.

He knits his eyebrows in confusion and Henry blocks you two from leaving, “Before you go, I have a question for you” he points to Steve. “Yeah, sure!”

“Are you really dating this?” he asks, motioning over your figure, looking at you like a piece of trash like he used to. Your relationship with him was nothing but a never-ending humiliation from Henry, everything you do and everywhere you were, it’s like you were just some sort of toy he could use only when he wants to. It was exhausting, mentally, emotionally and physically draining - Henry made you feel like a dumpster he could shoot his filth anytime he wants. It’s too much and thankfully, you got to escape that.

Your boyfriend finally realizes the tension in you a while ago, he already regrets staying, he should’ve caught on it sooner.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“I said, are you really dating this thing? I mean she’s not bad in bed but that’s all she can do-” 

You gasp and drop your ice pop as Steve cuts him off with a hard punch across his face, you could see a streak of blood on his cheekbone. He was supposed to throw another hit but you pulled him away, “come on, let’s just go please”. Steve jerks your hand off of his arm and approaches Henry still on the floor, “you say another word about Y/N and I swear to god you’ll say goodbye to that ugly face of yours and forget who you are” he threatens.

He turns to face you and grab your hand, going far away from Henry. Your vacation now ruined. 

You stop across the food stalls and Steve brings you into an embrace, “are you okay?”  

“I’m fine, are you okay?” You pull away and lift his hand, scanning his knuckles. He shrugs and nod in response.

“I’m sorry Steve, I should’ve told you what happened in my previous relationship. It was just so toxic and abusive, I didn't want to go back and talk about it”

He takes your hands with his and meet your eyes, “you don’t have to say sorry, I understand. I can’t imagine how horrible he was to you” he says softly.

“I will never do anything to hurt you and I promise to keep you safe from anything or anyone. I assure you that I’m not with you for your body, I-I love you okay? I really do”

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[corroded-coffin-groupie]

TW: TALKS OF ABUSE

Being in a poly relationship with Steddie would include Steve being “rough” with you and Eddie telling him to relax or be gentle

It’s not even rough he just grabs your chin more aggressive to kiss you than Eddie would

Or grabbing your arm a bit too rough to pull you in for a kiss for Eddie’s comfort

You like how Steve treats you, and it’s not to say Eddie doesn’t do this in bed, but Eddie is always a lot rougher and harsh and a little mean in bed and turns back into a softie afterward and it’s established consent with a safe word

Because his dad would grab his mom’s face when screaming at her and grabbing her arm to keep her from running as he hit her, he never wants you to feel like that and wants to protect you

The first time Steve got “rough” Eddie got right in the middle to protect you because it was all he ever knew

You both quickly explained to him that it wasn’t anything bad and Steve wasn’t hurting you at all

Steve tries to rein it in when Eddie’s around after that but sometimes he just can’t help it resulting in Eddie telling him to be gentle

“C’mon Stevie, she’s fragile!”

“Be careful Steve, you’re gonna hurt her!”

Or “Relax Steve, she’s not going anywhere”

Because even though you aren’t hurt you’re still his girl and that’s one way of how he shows his love

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[h4rring1on]

HEY!! I love ur blog! I wanted to ask if u maybe wanna wrote a lil Stevie image? Like Eddie and fem!reader are besties but he CONSTANTLY chooses ppl over her (goes out w Chrissy etc just SUPER angsty) and reader likes eddie. She lost her confidence due to being 2nd choice (maybe also always being parents second choice) and then Steve and u start to hand out. He brings back ur confidence is super gentle and sweet, u go on trips with him and the teens and stuff and in the end it’s Steve x reader and bittersweet ig for reader and Eddie <33

pairing: eddie munson x reader

a/n: sure ! istg bro I HOPE THIS IS GOOD I SWEAR IM TRYING 😭

warnings: reader is a second choice, eddie is kind of an asshole in this, stevie is better than eddie deal with it 😇😇, swearing

you and eddie have been best friends for the longest time, you’d always hang out together, and do everything together. nobody would ever say your name without eddie being after it

you two were just—soulmates! he just got you, and that’s what made you guys so close

he would cheer you up when you’re sad, buy you your favorite things, share secrets with you, choose you over everyone, he made you feel special

that was before.

now…now you had to deal with this new eddie. this eddie never made you feel that way. he suddenly changed, he stopped hanging around as much, didn’t think of you as much, didn’t even care about you, all he cared about was basically anything but you.

he cared about chrissy, his friends, dnd, absolutely anything that doesn’t involve you. he stopped telling you things, conversations are dry, he acts like he doesn’t even wanna be with you

but…what happened? weren’t you two best friends?

you’d tell him to hang out with you, he’d say he’s busy, you’d invite him over, he’s with chrissy, come talk to you at lunch, he’s with his friends, even just talk to you, he’d avoid it with some fake excuse

your friendship was thrown away like it was nothing

the only time he’d talk to you, is when he had nothing else to do, when chrissy was busy.

chrissy. oh chrissy.

chrissy was nice, but because of her, eddie doesn’t care anymore.

you had a secret, you had liked eddie during your friendship. how couldn’t you? he was such a sweetheart but now…

now you were the second choice. as always. you were the second choice at home, and eddie was your comfort, the one that made you feel like you weren’t the second choice

look where that all went now.

you were once a happy, confident, positive girl. now, now you feel like crap all the time, and nobody cared

eddie didn’t care.

look at you now, sitting alone at the coffee shop, tears in your eyes as you read your book

“mind if i sit here?” someone asked

you looked up to see it was none other than steve harrington, the infamous ladies man

“holy shit—“ he said, “y/n?” he smiled

“that’s me” you fake laughed, blinking your tears away

“i cant believe it—i haven’t seen you in so long. i remember you and eddie used to come to family video all the time” he said as he sat down

“yeah” you mumbled, a sad look in your eyes as you remembered that memory, things were better back then

“i haven’t seen you in a while, i have seen eddie though, he’s always with that girl chrissy” steve said

“trust me, i know” you responded, not realizing how snarky that sounded

“whatever happened to you two…” he trailed off, noticing your upset look

you hummed in response

“in my opinion, chrissy’s kind of annoying—don’t get me wrong shes nice but—you won’t catch me hanging out with her, so boring anyway” he said

you turned to him, a smile creeping its way upon your lips, “really?”

“yeah—disappoints me every-time she comes in, all happy and super boring. when you used to come in, you’d actually have a personality” he said, making you spit your water, he burst out in laughter at your red face after it came out of your nose too

“shut up” you said as you grabbed a couple of tissues

“what—that was funny” he said, and you smiled in response, “i was being serious though, you’re like way better”

“that’s really sweet of you to say, steve” you blushed

and that’s where it all started, he started coming over, you started visiting him at the store, he’d invite you to movie nights and hangouts with his group, you’d babysit with him, you’d spend nights laughing at the dumbest things

whenever you weren’t really feeling the day, and were in need of some comfort, steve would drop everything and come take care of you

he treated you the way you deserved

steve would never ever leave your side, he was always there for you. he would stop whatever he’s doing just to come be with you

he truly loved you

he made you feel way better than eddie did. and trust me, he made it very clear to eddie that he is never to see you again after the way he treated you

eddie would secretly call you or try to get you to talk to him, and try to manipulate you into thinking he’s better than steve.

whats funny is that eddie suddenly started caring, the second you let go of him and stopped believing his lies, he was now concerned

“oh come on—him? i’m your best friend, i treat you better than everyone else. you should leave him, and hang out with me” he’d say

you always refused, and sometimes steve would also tell him to back off

when eddie and chrissy would come in, theyd see you and steve together, laughing, or kissing, or just anything that made you feel happy. and he’d have to watch you be happy without him

so what? he deserved it anyway.

even the kids like you! robin also liked you, which was rare, mike too! mike hated everyone and everything, but you’re his favorite! robin tells you about her crush, and you’d accept her and support her, they all loved you alot

and they’d never treat you the way eddie did.

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[f4irydaydreams]

steve harringtons love language

a/n i’ve been writing sm eddie and my angel boy steve deserves some love here

✿ his love language is definitely acts of service and physical touch because i’m a whore for physical affection

✿ steve loves showing affection through his actions. sometimes its hard for him to find the right words to express how he feels about you so he always shows this through his actions.

✿ he emptied out a small drawer in his room for you to keep your things for whenever you stayed over. his house was always empty and he felt lonely a lot and wanted you to know that you are always always welcome there.

✿ you love to read and would often lose track of time reading. everytime you started a new book, steve put in little notes in random parts to remind you of him. “youre handsome charming boyfriend would like some of your attention now :)”

✿ he bought a coffee maker for his house because he knew you much you loved coffee (steve hates coffee)

✿ steve almost always picks flowers on his way to see you. he knows how you adore flowers and loves the way you light up with excitement every time he brings them. you always preserved them and kept them in a small box under your bed

✿ he would sometimes make dustin go to flower shops with him, you know just for a second opinion

✿ whenever you’re sick and miss school, he makes it a point to pay attention in all the classes you have together and put together the best notes he can (he ends up stealing or copying most of them from nancy anyway). he knows you worry about school and wants to make sure you dont miss anything.

✿ you are a picky eater so every time you ordered take out steve would make sure to pick off all the things you hate, like pickles in a sandwich or olives on pizza.

✿ he loves taking care of you. you always did so many little things for him. his relationship with his parents and old friends often made him feel unworthy of your kindness and affection. he wanted to make sure you knew how loved he feels around you and how you mean the world to him <3

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

'I'm No Nancy Wheeler'

Steve has never fallen for a type like you. Never.

"How long does your hair take you little fucker," you yell at your brother as he puts in the finishing sprays of some Farrah Facet hair spray.

He had already been in there for half an hour. You still had to basically do everything but change. It didn't matter how long he took at this point. You were always late to class. He never was.

"One more damn minute in there, and you're going to be very late to your favorite class," you want and Dustin burts out of the bathroom, hairspray in hand.

"You wouldn't dare," he says and points the bottle at you. You scoff as you get into the bathroom. He was convinced you would never do something that serious. Mr. Clarke was his favorite teacher, Dustin worshiped the man.

"I would," you say as you shut the door. Your hair was, there wasn't the right word for it. It was a mess.

"Son of a bitch," Dustin yells as you begin working on the mess of hair resting atop your head. Dustin was definitely going to be late.

You finish up and look at your watch, 7:40am. Shit you were a lot later then you had wanted to be. You groan as you walk into your room and grab your backpack.

You take a last look in the mirror, tight flare jeans and a Bowie Tshirt. Bowie wasn't one of the main bands you listened to, but your brother persuaded you to listen to something less metal.

You slip on a black leather jacket before waking into Dustin's room. You notice his alarm clock says 7:42 A.M.

"Dustin, why is your clock set early?" You ask. There is no fucking way he would set your clock an hour ahead. He wouldn't.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Dustin yells and grabs his backpack. He did.

"I didn't want to be late," he reasons. You scoff and go to grab your backpack before storming to your car.

Dustin gets in shortly after and you tear out of the driveway. He made you lose an entire hour of sleep. Why? So he wouldn't be late.

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"Fuck off, I'm no Nancy Wheeler," you say to Steve harrington. He was a total asshole. He expected to get whatever he wants whenever he wants it.

"I'm not with Nancy Wheeler, plus I don't want to be. I want to be with you," he says and you cringe. Ew.

"So. You went from Nancy Wheeler, to Yn Henderson?" You ask him motioning to your attire. Did Nancy Wheeler even know what Bowie was?

"Look, I'm over her," Steve insists. You raise an eyebrow and scoff.

"Okay, what do I have to do to prove it to you?" Steve asks. He was so hopeful you would say something easy so he could just kiss you.

He loved your 'fuck off' attitude and was instantly pulled into a choke hold by you. He hated the fact that he fell for the biggest outcast in the school, but you were worth it.

He was getting over having to deal with all of the pressure of keeping his reputation perfect. Being king Steve wasn't easy.

"Fine. Fuck off and I will think about it," you reply and stalk off. You left to walk to some class you had, either history of math, and thought about it.

The answer was no.

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It had been two years since you had rejected Steve Harrington. He respected your wishes and waited for you to come to him. You hadn't.

That all changed when you saw working at scoops ahoy in that stupid uniform. Honestly, it should be illegal to look that good.

Steve and his stupid, slutty thighs. Steve and his stupid, slutty waist.

You walked over to the counter and rang the bell. Steve turned around and blushed.

"Get it over with Henderson," he said with a groan. You smiled and let out a little laugh. He had so idea you thought that that stupid uniform was hot.

"I don't know. Maybe you could help me?" You ask and lean on the counter. "I'm thinking cherries jubilee, maybe a banana boat sundae?" You say with a smile as Steve's eyebrows hit his hairline.

"I'm sorry?" He asks. He was very clearly shocked. "is this a stupid prank?" Steve asks.

"I did not plan this. Blame that slutty sailors outfit," you reply with a wink. Steve's jaw drops. You tap your finger under his chin so it doesn't literaly hit the floor.

"So, pick me up at,- what time do you get off?" You ask. Steve is still in shock as you fold your arms over your chest.

He couldn't believe it. He couldnt. You were different

There were a few small tattoos adorning your arms, and your black jeans clung to you. Low on your hips. Steve snapped back to reality and kept his mind from wandering.

How many nights had he pined over you? Wishing and hoping for a single kiss. A single hug even.

"Um, ten," he blurts and you smile before grabbing his hand and writing your number.

"You can pick me up at 11, maybe we could go to the arcade. They are open late on Saturdays during the summer," you say and give him a kiss on the cheek before walking off.

Steve stands in shock. H-

"You rule Harrington," Robin says with utter shock. How had Steve had a girl, a very, very, hot girl come up and basically ask him out?

"I rule?" Steve says and hears a groan.

"Was that my sister?" Dustin asks. That was when it hit him.

Steve had gotten a date with his sister. You despised Steve? Or did you?

Dustin didn't want to find out.

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[steves-male-wifey]

can i request headcannons of steve x male reader but the reader is one of brenners ex patients? the powers are the same as el and could it be like fluffy?

Steve Harrington x Male!Reader who is one of Brenner’s Ex Patients

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff 

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! This is the first request that I got. I hope you like it! 

Part 2

- You were raised inside the Hawkins Laboratory. Throughout your whole childhood, Dr. Brenner would make you do countless experiments because of your powers. Even though you both had the same abilities, you were stronger than El.

- However, that was all in the past. You were no longer trapped inside the lab. The two of you are now learning to live a normal life in Hawkins. It wasn’t easy when you two literally have the government hunting you down. 

- Luckily, your boyfriend Steve was there to help you. You guys met when he was in charge of babysitting the kids. It was a relief for you to know that someone else can take care of El. 

- The first time you used your powers in front of Steve, he was in awe. Steve really admired your powers but never pressures you to use them. He really appreciates it if you use your abilities to help him or the others.

- Ever since you explained to him how your powers work, Steve brings a first aid kit and several packs of tissues. He’ll try to get you to calm down and wipe the blood that has been trickling down your nose.

- “Hey, let’s wipe that blood off your nose. You had enough for today, ok?” 

- Steve is very protective of you. He’ll beat up anyone who’s after you and will not hesitate to call someone out if they make you overuse your powers too much. 

- Since Dr. Brenner was the only person you socialized with, you struggled with communicating verbally. Steve will try his best to read your expressions and body language to know what you’re feeling. He’ll speak for you if you are too shy.

- When you have nightmares about being in the lab, Steve will gently wake you up and comfort you. His arms are wrapped around you. 

- “(Y/N), it was just a bad dream. I-It’s okay, you’re safe here. Please don’t cry-” 

- You were very fortunate to have a boyfriend like him. Someone who’s understanding and patient. He tells you that it was all in the past and no one is there to get you. 

- Steve may not know the pain you went through inside the laboratory but he knows that if anyone does try to catch you, they’ll never get their hands on you ever again…

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[madelynraemunson]

— barracks bunny (steve harrington) ☆

divider from @morbidweb

military!steve x civilian!reader 18+

• private first class steve harrington who flirts with the ladies by saying, “i do what i’m told”

• private first class steve harrington whose known as the “pull up” 💪🏼 and “pull out” 😼 king. the military is essentially a large frat, especially his platoon.

• private first class steve harrington who sneaks you onto base at night

•private first class harrington whose dog tag dangles in your face whenever he fucks you in missionary

• private first class steve harrington who gets rock hard when you call him ‘sir’ or say ‘yes sir’, ‘anything for you sir’ when he bends you over

• private first class steve harrington who anchors your hips down with his calloused hands as you straddle him, pistoning himself deep inside of you at such a relentless speed that it causes you to repeatedly shower his thighs with your pleasure

“yeaaah, you like that, don’t you baby? making a big ol’ mess on me hm?” “yes sir”

• private first class steve harrington who also opens doors for you, protects you, and cares for you

• private first class steve harrington who invites you to the military ball

• private first class steve harrington who sends you old fashioned letters and postcards whenever he gets deployed for an assignment

• PRIVATE FIRST CLASS STEVE HARRINGTON!!! 🫠💌

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[wrenniebaby]

random steve harrington headcannons

some are x reader, some are just random hcs for stevie.

abba and tear for fears are his go-to bands when he's having a bad day

he's very touchy, always needs to be touching you, you're his anchor, always grounding him whenever you're around

he has nightmares often, usually about something happening to the people he cares about

he collects model cars

he keeps a diary but he refuses to let anyone know that, other than robin.

in steve's opinion, forehead kisses > any other type of kiss.

he actually loves to do self care, makes him feel clean and comfortable. and especially loves the silly faces u make when putting on face masks

he has no concept of time , always running a little late

he loves to bake , especially when he's doing it with/for those he loves

he has held each of the kids at least once while sobs racked their bodies

him & eddie take max out for a brother/sister lunch date once a week after billy's death

his favorite color is yellow

when he's in a relationship, he can't sleep soundly unless he knows for a 100% fact that his lover is safe

steve's love language is quality time.

he LOVES rom coms , he's seen ferris bueller’s day off 100x

his favorite pastimes are long night drives , he loves to listen to music with his person and talk about deep things.

WARDROBE STEALER™

he will literally play dead and lay on top of you until you say the magic words ‘i love you.’

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[strawberrysodaslut]

STEVE HARRINGTON IS THE PUSSY WORSHIPING KING! he will have you sit on his face for hours just to see how many times he can get you to cum. HE’LL CUM UNTOUCHED TOO, he could just from the taste of you🙏🏾🙏🏾

Take Your Seat - Steve Harrington x Reader

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summary: Steve’s favourite hobby is eating you out, so when the two of you try a new method, he enjoys it a little too much

warnings: SMUTTT, face sitting, oral (male and fem receiving) implied non protected sex, slight knife kink, cumming in pants, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

a/n: this is the truest statement ever sorry science this is the truth. this was meant to be a blurb but i got carried away 💀

edit: as someone has mentioned in my asks, this fic was HEAVILY inspired by ‘ruin the friendship’ by ethotlliot on wattpad, i didn’t even realise how similar they were until i reread both works, and it’s ridiculously similar. so i’ve edited it to fix those parts and also want to give HUGE credit to ethotlliot on wattpad, their work is no longer available on there but you can read their work on ao3

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Steve would take any opportunity to eat you out. At one point it seemed that any time you were alone would be spent with his head between your thighs, lapping you up like your his fucking life source.

The first time he suggested you sitting on his face, you were really apprehensive. Not because you didn’t want to- god you did, but you were scared of crushing him.

“Baby, you won’t crush me I promise.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. But if it’s because you’re scared of hurting me I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

You smile, looking down to hide the redness of your face. But his face follows you down, looking up at you, “How we feeling?”

Steve chuckles as you sit up, you move to straddle his hips. His hands immediately grip your waist, strolling circles with his thumb. The two of you meet for a kiss. The kiss is slow, tender. You brush your hands through his hair, just toying with the strands.

He pulls back from the kiss, “Yes or no, baby?” He says, bumping his nose into yours as the two of you catch your breath.

The two of you have always had a system when giving head, a way to tap out. If you were hurting him, surely he would let you know. There’s no harm in trying if you both want it, right?

A whimper escapes you, “Yes, please” you say, making it official.

He spurs into motion, unzipping your jeans as you help him shimmy you out of them, you’re about to pull down your panties when he stops you.

He reaches down his pocket, pulling out a plastic object, when he flips it up, you can see it’s a pocket knife. He moves the knife to the waistband of your panties before looking at you and raising his eyebrows, looking for permission.

You lightly nod, and he lifts your waistband at your right hip, cutting through it, quickly doing the same with the left side. He tosses the panties and the knife away, sending you a wink as he does so.

He moves to lie down on his back, “Come take your seat.” He says, the smirk still stretched across his face.

You giggle, moving up his body to hover above his face. The nerves come back as you realise the gravity of the situation- quite literally. What if you hurt him? What if you’re heavier than he expected and he judges you.

Before you can second guess yourself any further, Steve’s arms wrap around your thighs and he pulls you down onto his mouth.

You moan at the feeling of his mouth on your heat. It’s much harsher than when he would normally give head, but in the best way.

He grips your hips to roll you down onto his face, you let out a near phonographic moan, “Fuck, Steve.” You say, grinding down to ride his mouth.

You grip down on his hair, and he moans, sending vibrations up your body. His tongue moves to circle your clit, finding a steady rhythm and sticking to it.

His pace is demanding, rough, dragging you to your high at an alarming rate. “Steve,” you moan out, “you keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.”

You feel vibrations going up your body as he tries to reply, but his voice is muffled from your cunt. You sit up on your knees, “What?”

He huffs a laugh, “I said, that’s kind of the point.” He chuckles, “Now get back down here.” He says, pulling you back down.

You relax in his grip, your anxieties about hurting him washing away. You can quickly feel your high approaching more and more, your hips stuttering where they sit.

“So close…” You whimper, reaching for anything to grip on to stop yourself from tumbling forward. “Please don’t stop…” You beg.

The vibrations are getting more frequent, Steve’s muffled moans so strong you’d think that he was the one getting head.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reach your high, your hips involuntarily grinding down onto his face. Just as you felt the pleasure move into overstimulation, you try to get off.

But Steve persists, gripping your hips to roll you further down. You whine, the sensitivity overtaking you. He always does this, loving the sight of you writhing and twitching and the sound of you whining.

The burn of of the overstimulation fades back into building pleasure. This was his favourite part about you, that once he made you cum he could get another million out of you before his lunch break ended.

“Fuck,” You moan as you stutter into your second orgasm. You feel Steve’s moans get more intense below you, growing and growing as he gets you through your orgasm.

This time, you don’t let him continue through the overstimulation, tapping out on his head, he relents his assault on your pussy, watching you move off of him with the biggest smirk on his face.

As you sit, you can feel the wet underneath you, but it’s not your own, it’s in his shorts… oh.

To prove your theory, you roll your hips down and he moans out, gripping your hips to still you. His face goes red, and you raise your eyebrows, “I’m- I’m so sorry, shit. I didn’t mean to, it’s just- you’re so fucking hot and-“

You cut him off, leaning down to meet his lips in a kiss, you lightly roll your hips against his. He moans into the kiss, bucking his hips up to match your grinds.

You pull back, moving down to sit on his thigh, “Its okay. It’s honestly really fucking hot.” You say, pushing your hand down his boxers and wrapping your hands around his cock, using his cum as a lube. It’s almost completely soft now, but it twitches in your hand.

He moans, bucking his hips into your hand, “It is?” He asks.

You nod, moving to pull his boxers down his legs, you lean down and kiss the tip. “Yeah, seeing how turned on you get,” press a kiss down his shaft, “just from pleasing me,” you kiss further down, “how could that be anything but hot?”

You guide his slowly hardening cock to your mouth, swallowing around it. He moans, “Fuck- baby” He says.

It doesn’t take long for his cock to harden in your mouth, but before you can continue, he pulls you off of his. You sit up, brows furrowed.

Before you can ask, he flips the two of you over, your back on the now messed up sheets of his bed.

“Gotta cum in you baby, yeah?” He asks, waiting for permission as he swipes his cock up and down your slit. You nod, and he smiles, “Good girl.”

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[scoops-ahoy-fics]

cuddling headcannons

some basic cuddling headcannons about steve harrington <3

reader: gender neutral

characters: steve harrington

genre: major fluff <3

spoiler warning?: none.

notes: thought some cute steve cuddles would start the day right, hope you enjoy!

• When suggesting to cuddle, you can't help but see Steve's face light up. You certainly did not expect that much excitement! It was so cute! He put his hands on your shoulders and stared into your eyes. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Get on the bed. Please.”

• He laid down on his back and signaled for you to come lay on his chest. Carefully, you nuzzled your head into the soft fabric of his shirt, a little smile on your lips. His chest was so comfortable, and his hand found the perfect spot. His raked his fingers through your hair as his other hand gently took yours, squeezing it softly.

• Steve Harrington was the king of cuddling. He knew exactly what you liked and what you didn't, and he wanted to make you feel as good as he could! He's pretty good at reading certain nonverbal cues, such as when you lean into his hands or let out a soft little sigh.

• If you two are awake, you usually just talk softly to each other. These conversations aren't as humor based, these conversations are the loving and caring sides of each other. Steve loves to make jokes, but he loves to love you. And when you to are in private, he likes to express it. If you're asleep and he's awake, every single bit of his attention is on you. Watching you, a gentle smile on his face as he takes in the moment. He found what he wanted.

• Sometimes when he's stressed and upset, maybe getting some sort of flashback, he'll lay down on your chest. Both of his arms will be tightly wrapped around you, almost as if he was scared to let you go. This rarely happens, and he usually won't talk. He doesn't talk about the bad stuff most of the time, he doesn't like it. But when he does open up, listen to him.

• When he's the little spoon, he really likes it when you give him back rubs. Just run your hands over his back and his relaxation will kick in. Calm his nerves when he's like this, don't ask questions, just give him the comfortable silence. He appreciates it.

• His love language is physical touch, and it shows through these cuddle sessions. Yes, he's very touchy in front of others, but it's little things like an arm around your shoulder or his hand on your lower back. Cuddle time is when his love is crystal clear for you. He loves it.

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[dilf-whore]

baby’s coming

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: fluff

summary: steve stays by your side as you give birth to your first baby 

A/N: i got inspired to write this because of that one scene in vol 2 where steve talks about wanting to have 6 kids 😭 he’s so cute istg. i hope y’all enjoy reading this just as much i enjoyed writing it❣️

requested: no

requests are OPEN

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You hold the dishes and put them on the sink. Starting the water, you rinse them off one by one. As you were grabbing the sponge at the side, you felt liquid pouring down your legs, you look down and see that your water just broke. You quickly turn off the water and put back the sponge.

“Steve! my water broke, the baby’s coming!” you scream.

“Oh my god the baby’s coming, don’t panic Y/N. I’ve got you” Steve who’s cleaning the dining table, drops the rug and immediately rushes to grab the hospital bag and keys - opening the door, the adrenaline rushing through his body, making him leave you behind.

You quickly go after him, “you fucking moron! you forgot about me”

“Oh shit sorry!” Steve goes back to you and guides you to the car. He opens the back door and carefully sits you down. He runs to the front and hop on to the driver’s seat, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he buckles up and starts the engine.

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You and Steve got married after the events with vecna. You both realized how much you mean to each other and how time is delicate, so Steve decided to propose to you.

It was hard though at first, some people judged you for getting married at such a young age - you both understood why but you had your reasons and you were both sure that you want to be with each other for the rest of your lives. You both went back to usual, go to college and have fun like what college students do - just the whole married thing is what made it different.

You got pregnant, two years after you graduated college. It was a surprise and scary really, but you were so happy and you were both working jobs that paid pretty well - making your worries disappear.

You immediately told the gang about the news, and they were much more excited than you and Steve - giving all of their support as much as possible.

The kids made time to visit you every chance they get, they had hectic schedules because of college but you were grateful nonetheless. Meanwhile, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin visited you often and gave your gifts for you and the baby.

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On the way to the hospital, you were doing the breathing technique you were thought from the classes you and Steve took. Steve glances at the rear mirror and looks at you with concern “just breathe Y/N, we’re almost there”.

A few minutes later, you finally arrive at the hospital. Steve wraps his hand around your waist and you both rush inside. “she’s giving birth!” Steve shouts as you enter, nurses come towards the both of you and bring you to the delivery room. “Please let him come” you tell the nurse.

Steve follows you and hold your hand as you prepare to deliver your baby. The doctor finally instructs you to push, making you hold a death grip on your husband’s hand - he groans and bends his knees in pain. Soon he gets his composure back and focus on you.

“Get the fuck out! Agh!” you scream, sweat dripping down you face.

Steve kisses the back of your hand, “You’re doing great honey, just a little more. Push!”

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You wake up and spot Steve cradling your baby, you smile at the sight in front of you. “Hey” you speak.

Steve sniffs and go to you, giving you the baby, “That’s your gorgeous momma, Jack.” he sniffs again.

“He’s so precious Y/N, thank you for bringing this blessing to this world. God I’m still crying” He says, tears falling down his cheek once again. You look down to your baby who’s sleeping peacefully, tears forming on your eyes “hello there little one”. You gently run your fingers through his hair, “you got your daddy’s hair for sure” you say.

Steve giggles at your comment, approaching you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead “Definitely a good mixture of Y/N and Steve” he giggles. “That’s one down, five more to go” he jokes - earning a light slap on his shoulder.

Not long after, someone barges at the door. “Where is he?” Nancy rushes to you, followed by the rest of your friends. They all gather around you, shoving flowers and gifts to Steve - completely ignoring his presence.

“What’s his name?” El asks.

“Jack” you reply softly.

“Awwww” the kids say in unison. Jonathan takes his camera and motions the rest to move aside and stay away from the frame, “alright 1, 2, 3” and the camera flashes. “Hey what about me?” Steve complains.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Get in the frame” Jonathan instructs and takes a picture. “Now everybody get in” He says as he puts his camera on the table and sets the timer, he runs beside Nancy, “smile!”

click

You look at the people around you, your eyes land on each one of them. “I love you guys” you say. And finally look at Steve and Jack, “I love you”

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