#Steve Harrington x pregnant reader

[flohamilton]

Can you do one with Steve Harrington x female reader and the reader has a bad pregnancy and faints or has panic attacks?

Thank you so much for this request!! I am SO SO SO sorry it took me this long to get to it, I had a bit of a rough month haha. But please enjoy <3

paring: Steve Harrington x pregnant!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of blacking out

category: hurt/comfort

word count: 1.3k

Our Girl - Steve Harrington x pregnant!reader

All you needed to do was pee. The baby perfectly positioned herself on your bladder and despite you just having peed only an hour ago, it was dire. There wasn’t much stopping you from staying in your comfortable spot in bed, but you worried you would accidentally pee the bed and waking Steve to help change the sheets was the last thing you wanted to do. That had just happened two weekends ago and even though Steve, being the saint he was, sent you to the couch to lay down while he cleaned up, you couldn’t help but feel extreme guilt for waking him up so often to help deal with you and your pregnancy issues.

You tried to quickly get out of bed, emphasis on tried. At seven months your bump had become big enough to obstruct you from most of your daily activities.

Your shared bedroom with Steve was dark and you stumbled your way to the bathroom, feeling the wall for the light switch. It wasn’t until the bright white lights illuminated the bathroom that you were suddenly hit with a strong bout of dizziness. You groaned, leaning forward onto the sink hoping that would help steady you.

For the past few months of your pregnancy you had been blacking out. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it scared the hell out of you. You rested your head against the edge of the sink, trying to ward away the panic that was rising inside of you. The dizziness was only getting worse and you were beginning to feel more faint by the minute.

“Steve,” you called out, feeling as though your voice was coming out barely above a whisper. You feared he wouldn’t be able to hear you from the bedroom. You started to feel the edges of you vision go dark and your heart was pounding rapidly now. You were beginning to get scared.

“Steve!” you called out with all the strength you could muster, hoping it would be enough for him to hear you. Leaning against the bathroom sink, wrapping your arm protectively around your bump, a small attempt to protect your baby.

You knew you had dropped to the floor and in an instant everything was black. Your brain felt fuzzy and muffled, but you were brought out of it by the sound of Steve’s voice.

“Y/n, I’m right here. Come back to me. You’re okay, come back now,” you hear Steve’s voice, calm, for your sake, but still undeniably shaky.

You began to come out of your unconscious state and moaned slightly as you came to, the bathroom lights seeming all too bright now.

“There’s my girl,” Steve whispered looking down at you from his hovering position above you, relief was painted on his face but you noticed how pale he looked.

“Steve, it happened again,” you whimpered, feeling tears begin to prick your eyes, frustration and defeat building up in you now.

“I know, but it’s okay, you’re okay now - you do feel okay, right? You don’t feel like you’re gonna black out again do you?” His soft brown eyes flashed with worry over your face and body, checking for any signs injury.

“No,” you interjected, feeling slightly flushed at his panicked questions. “I’m just overwhelmed and shaky still.” You paused. “… that was really scary,” you muttered, chest beginning to constrict with anxiety.

Steve took notice immediately, “Here,” he said sitting flat on the floor against the base of the bathroom sink, separating his legs. “Come sit in front of me, babe.” You did your best to crawl closer to him, settling your back against his chest. He wrapped one hand protectively against your bump and grabbed your hand with the other.

“The baby -“ you reached for your bump, desperate to feel any sign of her stirring around, you just wanted to know that she was okay. “I can’t feel her yet.”

At once all of the fears you had for your baby began to invade your mind. You were constantly on pins and needles with anxiety for her, and after this incident, you could swear the pins felt like daggers. Was she okay? Did you hurt her by blacking out? Was your anxiety causing stress for her? The questions swirled in your mind, threatening to take your over completely. You felt your self starting to lose control a bit, your breathing was growing more rapid and your heart was pounding in your chest again. You tried to center yourself with a deep breath but the air felt as if it was caught in your throat, unable to go up or down like you were choking.

“She’s okay, baby, she’s okay. Just breathe y/n, breathe,” he cooed, gently stoking your bump softly. “She’s probably sleeping, she’s should be tried for how much she was kicking you after dinner,” Steve said, an obvious attempt at lightening the mood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile, you were too consumed with worry.

Steve leaned looked down at you now, “Y/n,” he sighed, this time in a more serious tone. “I know that was scary, but she’s okay, she’s safe,” he said gesturing to your bump. “You have to try to be calm, honey, I know it’s hell when you can’t feel her moving, but you have to try.”

“I’m trying,” you said, tears had begun to leak from your eyes now. In part from fear of what had just happened but also out of frustration. You wished you could still yourself and be calm but it felt impossible.

“I hate this so much,” you said, fully putting your weight into Steve, leaning back as you broke out into harsh sobs.

“I know… shh, just breathe,” Steve said as he carefully wrapped his arms around you holding you protectively, as if guarding you from all of harms way. You let out another sob, your body wracking with each cry you let out. “Hey baby, no,” Steve said. “Don’t cry, you’re okay now, and so is our little girl, she’s just fine.”

“I’m so scared, Steve,” you angled your body a bit and turned into his chest, crying into his sleep shirt. “I keep blacking out, what if I hurt her?”

“You won’t,” Steve said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and stoking you softly. “Your body is doing everything it’s supposed to, honey. You’re keeping her safe in there,” he said, putting his large hand on your bump, holding it there encasing you both in comfort.

Somehow you were more at peace being in Steve’s embrace. He made everything better. Truly. You didn’t understand how you got so lucky to have him as your partner through all of this. Your pregnancy had not been an easy one so far but Steve was always at your side and would quite literally do anything to make you feel better.

You placed an tentative hand on your bump, immediately sighing in relief when you felt her begging to stir, sure enough kicking you in the ribs.

“Oh thank God,” you cried out, your body melting back into Steve now, the tension leaving your body all at once. Tears streamed down your face and you choked out a small laugh. “Feel her, Steve,” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your bump.

“There’s our girl,” Steve gleamed, obviously relieved as well. “See, she’s just fine in there.” You looked over at Steve to see his eyes gleaming and misty, rapidly blinked a few times and let out a deep exhale. “She’s okay, honey.”

At once your emotions got the best of you, thinking of how good Steve had been to you. He was so attentive to you, always easing your fears and worries. He was your biggest advocate and always took the time to make sure you and your daughter were okay. Always you before him. He was so amazing now you could hardly fathom what he would be like once she was actually born. Tears began to leak from you eyes again.

Steve took notice immediately. “Hey don’t cry, please honey, don’t cry,” he wiped a few tears from your face.

“I’m just so lucky to have you Steve,” you looked at each other for a few moment before Steve leaned forward, closing the gap between you with a gentle kiss.

“I’m lucky to have you,” Steve looked down to your bump then back to. “Both of you,” he said.

[mysticalabhainn]

Steve Harrington x pregnant female! Reader | Headcanons

A/N: I lost the ask for this unfortunately, it somehow got deleted from my inbox :( Also my inbox is open to requests !

Summary: Headcanons for Steve with a pregnant reader

Warnings: pregnancy and birth, No spoilers for season 4.

- Definitely gets so excited when you tell him your pregnant! Cries a little about it.

- Can't wait to be a dad and goes full dad mode, helps pick out the decor for the nursery, he loved the idea of a bear themed room.

- Is not all that picky when it comes to figuring out names, after all your the one carrying the baby for nine months!

- So long as the baby's last name is Harrington he does not care.

- Sleeps with a hand spread over your belly at night.

- Will 1000% get a second job if it meant that you and the baby would have a more stable life.

- Will also support you going back to work after maternity leave!

- Buys SO many baby related items more than half of which you do not need!

- Literally cries randomly while looking at your swollen stomach.

- Can't believe your actually real and that he's actually gonna have a child of his own with his most favorite person in the world!

- Was low key disappointed when he found out there was only one baby, he wants a whole pack of kids !

- Is not that particular about the child's gender as long as they're happy and healthy and your okay!

- Helps you get up and down from the couch, bed, car, etc.

- Pampers the fuck out of you!

- Goes full panic mode when you start having contractions.

- Literally forgets to grab his car keys when leaving the house, smh he's such a himbo.

- Get's to the hospital in record time!

- Literally on the verge of throwing up the whole time because he's so nervous, excited and scared.

- Has a swell of a bunch of different emotions when your child is born.

- He openly sobbed while holding them.

- Gives you a trillion kisses and tells you how proud he is of you.

- He's so in love with both of you!!

[daddyharrington]

Worth the Wait

hi bbs! okay well, after my last fic was so well received, I obviously said to myself, “self, that went great. let’s stop while we’re ahead, shall we?”

self is a v bad listener. much like reader in tonight’s offerings.

without further ado, I give you, yet-more-steve-harrington-baby-fever-nonsense. no apologies whatsoever to those of you who follow me. you had to have known what you were signing up for. 

read on for a lil blurb? oneshot? of Steve scolding pregnant and on bed rest! reader. see that GIF up there? that’s the effects of you wearing poor Steeb out with all your rebellious nonsense. (warnings for high-risk pregnancy.) as always, love you for reading, babes. 

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“Y/N.” Steve was glaring at you from the doorway with his hands on his hips.

“what, Steve?”

“you know ‘what.’”

you glanced down at your watch. “it’s only been fifty-eight-min-oooop!”

before you could even finish the sentence, Steve had already scooped you up, bridal style, into his arms. “ooof” you huffed, catching your breath was a lot harder now that you’d entered your third trimester, and Steve hadn’t made it any easier by catching you off guard.

“we’ve talked about this babe,” he tutted at you as he carried you out of the baby’s room (where you’d just been occupied painting the walls a cool lavender) and through the hallway of your little house. “you are on modified bed rest and your hour is up, young lady.”

“oh Steve, come on, I feel fine!” you protested, waving your wet paintbrush haphazardly through the air and kicking your legs just enough to give him a slightly harder time of it.

reaching the couch, Steve carefully deposited you onto the cushions, looking for all the world like an exasperated mother hen. he raised a skeptical eyebrow at you, trying to figure out whether to tease or reprimand. the woman he cared about more than anyone else in the world was carrying his baby, and while he’d never been happier, he’d also never been more worried about anyone in his life, especially once your pregnancy was deemed “high risk.”

Steve sighed, reaching a hand out to cup your cheek in his palm. “you know your doctor said you have to take it easier now, and sixty minutes of standing and painting the nursery is all you’re allowed, sweet pea.”

“stupid incompetent cervix,” you frowned, crossing your arms above your belly. as much as you wanted to pout about it, you knew Steve was right. and though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually had been losing steam already.

“I know, babe. it sucks. but this will be over so soon,” he reassured you as he pried the paintbrush out of your hand, rested it carefully on the coffee table, and eased himself behind you so that your back rested snug against his chest. he’d been obsessed with sitting like this ever since you started showing, all the easier to rest his big warm hands on either side of your bump. the bigger you’d gotten, the less willing he’d been to takes his eyes or hands off of that lovely round belly you’d been working so hard on… and the more you’d appreciated a good belly rub.

you breathed slowly together, both of your hands feeling the baby move within you—Steve catching his breath from carrying you, you catching your breath from carrying your daughter. all those pre-birthing classes were good for something, at least. 

it was no surprise to you that Steve had already proven to be an incredible birthing partner, pouring over the pregnancy books that you lacked the focus to read because every time you sat down baby was tap-dancing against your bladder. he diligently made sure you took your prenatal vitamins every morning, fed you small snacks periodically so your stomach wouldn’t get upset by heavy meals, and—best of all—asked Joyce to help him find the best pregnancy pillow for you once your belly got so big that sleep became impossible. you almost cried the first night he brought it to you and helped you position yourself so that it relieved all the strain on your hips and ankles. god, you loved that pillow. but you loved Steve even more.

you sighed a bit, throwing your breathing cycle out of sync with Steve’s. you could immediately feel him tense behind you. alert to whatever you might need next.

“you’re so wonderful, Steve,” you hummed, nuzzling sideways into his chest as you were overcome with all of the memories you had of Steve holding you through your pregnancy. “we’re both lucky to have you.”

“me? I’m just trying to keep up, Y/N. you’re the one doing something amazing, love,” he said as he rubbed your back. “you’re making such a good home for baby girl. I know it’s not been easy, but you’re doing so well.” he looked down at you, realizing your eyes were getting heavy, and you had shifted onto your side, the only position you could comfortably sleep in. “I think someone’s too tired to do much painting now anyway,” he teased softly, not sure if you were even awake enough to respond.

“you better not finish that nursery without me, Harrington,” you mumbled, already having accepted that a nap was in your future.

“okay babe, I’ll wait for you,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and pulling a blanket over you both. it would take weeks to paint the nursery in one-hour increments, but what did he care? Steve had all the patience in the world, where you were concerned. It was always worth the wait.

[26wh57]

Steve Harrington x Reader where they babysit the party:

It was Friday night and you were excited to spend the evening with Steve Harrington, your boyfriend. You had planned a quiet night in, but things changed when Steve got a call from Joyce Byers asking if you both could babysit the party while she went out on a date with Hopper.

"Sure, we'll do it," Steve said, and you nodded in agreement.

When you arrived at the Byers' house, you found the party already in full swing. You were greeted by Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Max, Will, and Eleven. They were all excited to see you and Steve, and you could tell they were looking forward to spending the evening with you.

"Hey, guys," Steve said, ruffling Dustin's hair as he walked past him.

"Hey, Steve. Hey, Y/N," Mike said, smiling at you both.

"So, what's on the agenda tonight?" you asked, looking around at the group.

"We were going to play some D&D," Lucas said, holding up a box of game pieces.

"And we were going to watch a movie," Max added, holding up a VHS tape.

"Well, why don't we do both?" Steve suggested, and the kids cheered in agreement.

You and Steve spent the evening playing D&D with the kids and watching movies. You ate pizza and drank soda, and everyone had a great time. As the night wore on, the kids started to get tired, and you and Steve put them to bed.

As you were tucking Eleven in, she said, "You and Steve are really good together."

You smiled at her and said, "Thanks, El. We think so too."

After all the kids were asleep, you and Steve settled down on the couch together. You cuddled up next to him and watched the end of the movie.

"This was a fun night," you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, it was," Steve said, kissing the top of your head.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Steve spoke again.

"You know, I love spending time with you," he said, turning to look at you.

"I love spending time with you too," you replied, smiling.

Steve leaned in and kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss. You both broke away, breathing heavily.

"Let's go to bed," Steve said, standing up and offering you his hand.

You took his hand and followed him to the guest room. As you lay in bed together, you talked about the night and how much fun it was to spend time with the kids. Eventually, you both fell asleep, happy and content in each other's arms.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of the kids playing in the other room. You and Steve got up and went to join them, ready to start another day of babysitting the party.

[mystic-shadows42]

A Baby Changes Everything {Part 2}

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,968

A lot had changed once you told Steve about the baby. It took a few weeks before Steve finally came around and told his parents. His dad gave him an earful but they didn’t kick him out like he thought.

Last you heard, he was looking for a job. He told his friends that it was his dad’s way of trying to teach him a lesson. Besides that, no one else knew about the baby.

You both spoke a few times, briefly. He wanted to be updated on how you were doing and wanted you to call him if you needed anything at all. It was all just out of a sense of duty, more so than him actually caring. There were times you did call him but he was either with Nancy or out somewhere.

His mother would answer most of the time simply saying to give him time but how much time did he really need?

It seemed strange passing by him in the halls and dimly looking at each other knowing a secret no one else did. He never told Nancy seeing as they were both going to parties and seemed in love most of the time.

He liked her, that much you could tell. As much as you wished things had been different there were other priorities at stake.

While they were off doing their own thing, you found a job. Your free time consisted of shopping for baby supplies and reading books on mothers-to-be. All the while out of town. You weren’t quite ready to be the talk of the town yet your wardrobe to school now consisted of baggy clothes.

Just like now, you had your arms crossed feeling ridiculous about how you looked in the gym. Everyone was doing various activities: playing basketball, running laps, playing Badminton, and jump roping.

You felt out of place and uncomfortable. None of your friends were in this class. None at all except Steve. You began to walk around trying to figure out what to do to pass the time.

As you looked around you caught sight of Steve who stopped in the middle of his game to look over your way. You swallowed always feeling that you were more of a liability to him than anything.

Before you could break eye contact someone ran into you, knocking you to the ground. You fell onto the floor with a loud thud causing everyone in the gym to stop what their doing and stare.

All you had was minor pain but the embarrassment of everyone’s attention was the only thing you could focus on. You hated it.

“What the hell is your problem?” There was running of squeaky shoes heading your way and you knew it was Steve.

“Take it easy, Harrington. I didn’t see her.” Billy chuckled clearly loving seeing how worked up Steve was especially when he pushed him. Right away Steve dropped down to help you up.

He was being careful but his concern would be noticed if he kept it up. You tried brushing it off as simply falling not wanting to cause any attention but that’s exactly what you got when Steve continued to hold your hands in his as he checked for any injuries. That’s when you pulled your hands from his and stepped away.

“I’m fine,” you stated, clearing your throat. You backed away having a hard time breathing with everyone coming in so close. Steve wasn’t taking the hint though. He ignored what you said and got closer.

“I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.” He touched your arm trying to get you to move. You didn’t want to make this a big deal but Steve was making it so.

“Mr. Harrington she said she’s fine. If she’s not hurt then I don’t see any reason to leave.” The teacher spoke up after finally making it to the middle of the crowd. This is just what you didn’t need. More attention.

“No, I’m taking her.”

“Steve,” you scolded widening your eyes for him to get the hint that you were fine and didn’t want anyone to suspect anything. He got closer cocking his head as if he couldn’t believe you were trying to brush this off. He narrowed his brows at you in all seriousness.

“I’m taking you to get checked out and that’s final,” he spoke in a lower voice so that only you could hear but you were over it.

You scoffed and began to walk out towards the gym doors. The class be damned. If you stayed it would look even more suspicious trying to argue with him. You quickened your pace to get as far as you could before he could catch up. “Hey! Hey, wait up.” All you could hear from behind was his hurried footsteps getting closer. He pulled on your arm which was all that was needed for you to quickly turn to face him.

“Why’d you have to do that?”

“Do what?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“Make a scene in the gym like that?”

His face scrunched up in disbelief. He even took a step back and placed his hands on his hips.

“Are you serious? Screw what people think. I’m worried about your health.”

You knew you were probably overreacting but you were a teen in high school where one mistake made you a pariah. Everybody was always looking for something to talk about and make it a bigger deal than it was. That’s just how it is.

“Easy for you to say. People won’t talk about you. They’ll talk about me. These baggy clothes only hide so much.”

You pulled on your baggy shirt for emphasis. You wanted so badly for him to understand where you were coming from but he could never comprehend any of it.

He raised his hands in the air in frustration at a complete loss.

“Why is that your concern? I’m looking after our baby here.”

“You’re having a baby? Together?”

You both looked to see Nancy off to the side with a disbelief look on her face. She looked at you both before her eyes started to water. “Oh.” She dropped her things on the floor and began to run off.

“Nancy!” Steve called as he ran after her.

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to hold it together. You knew Nancy wouldn’t say anything but the fact that she knew something that was your business bothered you greatly. Though one day they’ll all know. That was the day you dreaded the most.

The next day you had been successful in avoiding Steve wherever you were. Nancy missed school and you envied how she could get away way something with such ease.

After all your classes ended and school was over that’s when you began the journey home. You were ready for your walk home when a car slowed down and began to cruise closer alongside. You looked over and saw Steve.

“Let me take you home.”

You rolled your eyes and continued walking. 

“I’m perfectly capable of walking there.” It was a petty move but you increased your pace.

“Will you stop being so goddamn stubborn and get in the damn car?” You looked at him. Angry and embarrassed. If he saw where you lived he’d think it was a joke. When you continued to ignore him that’s when he parked the car and jogged over your way.

“Leave me alone, Steve.”

He held his hands out in complete confusion.

“Whoa wait,” he grabbed a hold of your arm to stop you. “When did I suddenly become the bad guy?”

You chuckled amused with his choice of words. “It’s funny how you would compare yourself to one.”

“Hey, I’m trying here,” he emphasized touching his chest. “Trust me, I hear it from my parents every single day. I’ve got a job, I’ve been going out less, and I-just-I’m trying.” He stated trying to catch his breath.

“You missed the appointment yesterday.” Might as well get straight to the point.

Steve looked confused then realization hit him. It was the appointment he kept saying he’d go to but after what happened yesterday with Nancy, his attention had been elsewhere. He sighed loudly covering his face with his hands. Just by his reaction, it slipped his mind but you felt no remorse after reminding him countless times.

He ran his hands through his perfectly coiffed hair, messing it up.

“Shit, I forgot. I’m sorry.”

The thought of giving him a break passed through your thoughts but right now you were upset. You were relying on him but every time you did, he let you down.

“You need to sort your priorities out Steve. You can’t just forget about things like that.”

“I was just trying to fix things with Nancy.”

“And that’s fine, but I can’t wait for your love life to get better to continue. Life goes on. You need to figure out what’s worth waiting and what needs more attention.”

“Look I like Nancy okay. I want her in my life and hopefully, one day, our kid’s too. I’m sorry that I forgot. I’m still figuring my shit out. Cut me some slack.”

“I will admit that I was jealous that you chased after her but not for the reasons you think. I wanted you to be there at the appointment. Not off making amends with Nancy Wheeler. I don’t have the money to provide my kid with everything like you two.”

Steve closed his eyes then opened them again. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You don’t understand. Everything’s so easy for you. I want to be able to go out and have fun too, but I can’t. I need to be responsible because this is our doing. You don’t think I wish to have a love life too? Someone, that I care about to be there for me and the baby? I want what you and Nancy have because if it was Nancy in my shoes then you’d be there every step of the way with her.”

He shook his head in disagreement but you held up your finger.

“You know I’m right, but of course, I’m just some trailer trash girl who was stupid enough to get knocked up by pretty boy Steve Harrington because maybe just maybe I thought he was actually a decent person and not as everyone said.”

A tear fell from your eyes and you quickly wiped it away. It was so unlike you to snap at anyone. The hormones, school, insecurity of your own body, and ability to provide for your baby was building layers of stress. You looked down embarrassed. “I’m sorry Steve. You didn’t deserve that.”

You were off in your own thoughts when his arms wrapped around you pulling you in close. You didn’t know how much you needed the simple act of comfort until you gripped onto him and simply fell into the weight of his hug and began crying into his shirt.

“I don’t care where you live or how it looks. I want you and our baby safe. I have money. I have a job. Whatever you need I can provide.” He began to rub your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry I missed the appointment. Just let me help. I want to. Just know you’re not alone in this,” he kissed the top of your head. “We’ll figure this out together, I promise.”

Out of all the things you believed Steve on, this was the one you trusted. He meant what he said. In order for things to work, you needed to let him in more and cut him some slack while he needed to make more of an effort.

You didn’t doubt that this was the first step to making it better.

>> Part 3 >>

[women-on-screen]

hi everyone! I’m new here— I’ve been a writer for awhile (I’m a screenwriter but I love other forms of writing too) but am new to tumblr writing/fic writing— and I have a question/interest check for all the lovely steve harrington fic readers on here: would anyone be interested in reading a steve fic about him with a pregnant gf/love interest set after season 4 in the canon stranger things universe? and/or would anyone be interested in reading a steve fic but formatted as a screenplay? it totally doesn’t have to be written as a screenplay but I thought I’d ask that question just to get a feel for what people like to read on here/if anyone would be interested in that!

basically I have an idea that I’m kinda obsessed with and even if I can’t make the stranger things writers room use it for season 5 I still need to write it (I literally made this account just for this lol), so I thought maybe the steve tumblr community would be interested! please leave a comment or send me a message if you’re at all interested in reading something like this!

thanks and have a lovely day! :)

[harrywavycurly]

Summary: You met Eddie on a night out at the Hideout and maybe it was his big brown eyes, the way he kept telling you how pretty you look or the tequila shots but one thing led to another and you two hooked up in the back of his van. Now in a perfect world that would’ve been the end of it because that’s the thing with one night stands you normally don’t have to see them ever again. Well expect in your case you’ll be seeing a lot more of Eddie, because just three weeks after your little late night meeting in his van you find out you’re pregnant. So this series is all about how you and Eddie navigate being soon to be parents and also getting to know each other…let the fun begin!✨

A/N: This is going to be a twist on an enemies to lovers type thing! Also if you’d like on the tag list for this series let me know.

Status: Completed🖤

Conversations: Here

Instagrams: Here

Fics: Here

Extras: Here

*This is mainly a texting series and you’ll find everything in order below*

Part 1: Not In Love bonus fic of night you met here

Part 2: Stress Eater

Part 3: Mean It

Part 4: Kids bonus text with Steve here

Part 5: What’s Wrong? bonus convo with Wayne here

Part 6: Seven Up instagram extras here

Part 7: Baby Shit Eddie talking to the baby here

Part 8: Backseat Eddie texting Steve here bonus convo with Eddie here

Part 9: Curly Hair convo with Eddie when he picks you up here

Part 10: Nuggets bonus convo here

Part 11: Apartments bonus convo with you and Wayne here

Part 12: Halloween bonus convo with Eddie and Wayne here

Part 13: Friends bonus convos with Eddie here

Part 14: I’m Trying bonus convo with Eddie here

Part 15: Shoes

Part 16: Soothing

Part 17: Moment bonus convo with Eddie here

Part 18: Peach Rings bonus convo with Wayne and Eddie here

Part 19: The Chair

Part 20: Bestfriend

Part 21: Max

Part 22: Sagittarius bonus texts with Steve here

Part 23: Coming Home

Part 24: Lair

Part 25: Time Flies

[sadslay]

- NIGHT CLASS ⋆☆ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings — fluff because steve deserves happiness, light nsfw content, reader is a single mother?

an — i neeeeeded this out of my drafts, it has been here forever MONTHS

steve had been attending the hawkins community collage for a few weeks, taking a business class his father had insisted he take to ‘better his future at the family company’. steve had also been watching you from afar since the very first class, his eyes always drawn towards you when they should have been focused on the blackboard. he remembered you from high-school, and since then you had only gotten more beautiful, more matured, something about you had changed.

it was coming to the one month mark since steve had joined the class and he was trying to think of all the ways to talk to you. from what steve could gather, you were far too invested in the class to be paying attention to him. steve had been admiring you for some time now and tonight was finally the night he was going to talk to you, strike up conversation and finally get over his nerves.

you always sat in the second row, the closest seat to the door, and you were always the last to arrive and the first to leave. steve had always found you mysterious, even back in high-school, but now, you were all the more intriguing. steve had it all figured out, for today was the day he’d finally talk to you. he was going to stop you before you had disappeared into the hallway and he’d strike up some sort of conversation that he was one hundred percent certain would come naturally.

but as the teacher gave his final words for the lesson, you were already packing up your things and before steve could even rise to his feet you had disappeared into the hallway. as quickly as he could, steve shoved his notes and paperwork into his backpack and walked - very quickly, almost ran - into the hallway to find you rushing towards the door to the main street. steve walked outside to find you running towards the bus stop, only for the bus to be flying down the road, completely ignoring your calls.

steve wasn’t quite sure what had come over him but before he knew it, he was calling out to you. “did you need a ride?” as you spun around to face the voice that had just called out to you, your eyebrows pinched together. “da-did you need a ride?” steve repeated, rubbing the back of his neck as he stayed in his place.

there were meters between you and steve, meters of empty space as you stood in silence. “it’s okay.” you shrugged, looking back at the dimly lit bus stop. the next bus wasn’t for another hour, but you had waited for it before, it was no big deal. “the next bus shouldn’t take long.” you lied, unable to entirely see who was calling out to you.

“are you sure?” steve asked, stepping into the yellow glow of the street light.

“steve?” you queried, stepping a little further as you finally recognized his voice and face. “holy shit.” you giggled, stepping forward a few more feet to offer him a friendly smile. “you’re takin’ business?” you asked, now finally a few feet away from steve as he stood completely dumbfounded.

“ye-yeah.” he stammered, a weak laugh escaping his lips in hopes to avoid an awkward silence, but a silence ensued as steves laugh faded. “hey, did uh- did you still need that ride?” steve asked, vaguely pointing in the general direction of his car.

you smiled, weakly nodding, “i live on the other-side of town is that alright?” you asked, your eyebrows slightly pinching together as you realized it might be out of his way.

it was totally okay. “yeah,” steve scoffed, “s’fine.” he shrugged, a friendly smile ghosting over his lips as he began to search for his car keys in his pocket. “where abouts?”

“uh,” you hesitated for a moment almost embarrassed to tell him where you lived. “in the trailer park.” you spoke quietly, following steve to the car park.

⋆☆

steve had been watching the classroom door like a hawk. you had been on his mind for weeks now, but more so now then ever. as of the moment, you were two minutes late and the professor was beginning to start the class, and steve was beginning to get worried. maybe you had missed the bus? maybe you we-

“sorry im late.” you apologized, walking into the class - looking tired and unprepared- before talking a seat beside steve. “did i miss much?” you asked in a hushed whisper as you began to pull out your notes from previous classes.

“no.” steve replied, warmly smiling as he watched you frantically pull out books and pages of work. “hey are yo-”

“mr. harrington do i need to remind you that this class is for people who actually intend on paying attention and being present.” the professor spoke, causing at least a dozen pair of eyes to look in steves directly.

steve nodded, giving the teacher an enthusiastic thumbs up before turning his attention to the notes. you smiled as you watched steve tap his fingers on his desk. you took a pen out of your bag and began to write a note on your pad of paper.

‘sorry i got you in trouble :)’

you handed him the note then turned you attention to the professor as he wrote the class plan on the blackboard. steve smiled as he read your note before shoving it into his pocket. as he turned his attention back to the professor, listening to their boring dull voice drone on, steve began to think of all the ways he could talk to you again and before he knew it, the class was almost over. he had wasted the entire class daydreaming about you, and all the ways he could ask you out. with five minutes left until the end of the class, steve began to construct his question, putting all of his thought and creativity into it.

steve tore the corner of his page before resting the small triangle of paper on the corner of your desk. you looked at steve as a smile began to creep onto your lips before taking the note, unfolding the delicate paper to read, ‘did you want to grab something to eat afterwards?’

shit. your smile quickly faded into a frown as you turned the small piece of paper over before you began to write a response. steve saw you place the paper on his desk, causing his breath to hitch. he unfolded the paper and saw one word.

‘raincheck?’

steve weakly, no, pathetically smiled before turning back to the professor. you had rejected him, by now steve has gotten used to the rejection of the people he often sought out romantically but this one was different, this rejection hurt. it also was not the last rejection. over the coming weeks steve had asked you a number of times to go out for dinner, a movie, even a study session but you always had an excuse. more often then not they sounded genuine, but it didn’t help the fact that every time you asked for a rain check, it felt like a kick in the guts for steve.

it was getting close to the end of the first semester, in fact it was halloween night and steve was still having little luck in wooing you. everyone within the class had gotten dressed up in celebration, most of the people were in fact attending a variety of parties after the class had finished, which left everyone in a good mood. steve had been watching you all class. he couldn’t quite figure out what your costume was meant to be, but that didn’t matter, you were utterly gorgeous.

you were wearing a cream silk dress matched with fishnet stockings and an old pair of doc martins. you and steve hadn’t spoken for a few weeks now, your interactions becoming increasingly awkward with the growing amount of rejections but that didn’t stop steve from trying think of a creative way to compliment your costume but he had gotten lost in his own world and before he knew it, the professor had dismissed everyone.

shoving his things into his bag, steve made his way outside. you were most likely already gone and far out of steves reach so he headed towards the parking lot with his head hung low, but as he reached his car, he heard your voice, causing his head to bounce up.

“fuck!” you cursed, watching the bus drive down the poorly lit street. “fuck!” you repeated, kicking a few loose stone that innocently laid on the pavement.

steve stood by his car, watching you closely as you kicked the ground and cursed. “need a ride?” steve yelled out, his arm resting on the top of his car as he opened his driver door.

turning around, you saw steve looking at you helplessly. you felt terrible using him for a ride but yet again you had missed the bus, and you were desperate. “are you sure?” you asked, beginning to walk closer to steve to avoid shouting across the parking lot.

“i wouldn’t be askin’ if i wasn’t.” steve joked weakly, his soul still admittedly a little defeated after your repeated rejections.

you offer steve a warm smile before wandering towards his car. steve got into the drivers seat and started the car as you pulled open the front passenger door, throwing your bag in the backseat before sitting in the front seat by his side.

“thank you.” you hummed, beginning to buckle in your seatbelt as steve pulled out of his parking spot.

“anytime.” steve grinned, hoping that things no longer had to be awkward between the two of you. he looked across at you briefly, noticing your dressed had hiked up, exposing most of your thighs before focusing back on the road. “neat costume.” he complimented.

letting out a soft laugh you asked, “you know who i am?”

“uh,” steve awkwardly laughed before bluntly replying, “no. but, you still look hot.” he smirked, turning out of the parking lot and onto the main street which led right into the centre of town.

a laugh erupted from your stomach before you began to evaluate steves costume, finding some familiarity in its design. “and who are you meant to be? hans solo?” you giggled.

“yes.” he answered immediately, almost excited you had correctly guessed his costume. “a few years back me and dustin,” he paused for a moment, realising you might not know who dustin henderson was before continuing, “some kid i used to baby sit went as hans solo and luke skywalker.” steve chuckled, remembering the night fondly.

for a brief moment you laughed along together, almost like none of that awkward tension had ever existed, but at your laughter faded you found yourself staring a steve a little longer then you should have which led you to blurt out, “did you wanna grab something to eat?”

steve wasn’t entirely sure he had heard you correctly. “dinner?” he repeated, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked across at you before focusing back on the road.

“ya-yeah.” you shrugged.

“sure, yeah totally.” he replied enthusiastically, ecstatic that you were finally asking him.

“something low key though.” you quickly added. “no enzo’s or uh-” you paused for a moment, trying to think of any other nice restaurants in town but nothing came to mind.

“no enzo’s.” steve repeated sarcastically, making you smile before he took a right turn. “low key, i promise.”

⋆☆

“i really needed this.” you hummed, picking up a few fries from the brown paper bag sitting between you and steve. “m’thank you.” you mumbled, your mouth full of food as you let out a soft giggle.

“anytime.” steve smiled, watching you as you grabbed another handful of shoe string fries. “so what finally changed your mind?” he asked, taking a sip of a brown bubbly soda from the red and white styrofoam cup. your eyebrows pinched together, confused by what steve meant. “s’just you’ve said no to getting dinner with me for ‘bout a week now.” steve weakly joked, trying not to sound too hurt by your previous rejections.

“uhm.” you frowned, finishing your mouthful of food before looking at steve with your full attention. “i was worried i’d scare you away.”

“scare me away?” he nervously laughed, knowing that there was nothing in this world that would scare him away. “trust me, if anyone were to do the scarin’ it’d be me.”

you let out a weak chuckle, amused by steves attempts to try make you feel better. “no.” you spoke softly, combing a piece of hair behind your ear as you whispered, “i’ve got a kid.” steve remained silent, completely and utterly dumbfounded by this minuscule piece of information. news like that had often spread like wildfire in hawkins, so to see steve sitting in front of you like a deer in head lights had told you that he was one of the few people that didn’t know. “please say something.” you spoke quietly.

“a kid.” steve repeated, his brain desperately trying to process the new information. “a kid?” he repeated, this time sounding more like a question.

you nodded, “some guy knocked me up the end of senior year, he skipped town once he found out ‘nd i’ve been on my own ever since.” you explained, weakly shrugging your shoulders as you continued to watch steve.

“wow.” he breathed. you wiped your greasy fingers on a brown napkin before noticing steved furrowed eyebrows. “why’d you think that would scare me?” he asked.

you shrugged, most guys you had mentioned this little piece of information to would bolt at the first opportunity. “most guys get freaked out.” you explained, now preparing yourself for an unbelievable amount of questions about your situation.

“whats their name?” he asked.

you were a little startled at steve unerving calmness, but you cautiously answered. “ashley. after my grandmother.” you paused for a moment to look at steve who was patiently waiting for you to continue. “she actually helped me throughout my pregnancy.”

steve put his styrofoam cup in his cup holder. “i bet shes adorable.” he smiled.

“she is!” you grinned, grabbing your purse from your bag and showing steve the small polaroid of you and your daughter on her first birthday. “i need to get a new photo, shes grown up so much.” you thought out loud.

a silence fell between you and steve as you shoved your purse into your backpack. there was something about steve that made you so comfortable around him, it wasn’t often that you found a guy from hawkins that was this genuine and accepting.

“so what happened to that guy?” steve asked quietly, very clearly asking with caution.

“he ran off.” you shrugged. “haven’t been with anyone since.” you giggled, taking a sip from your drink. steve just about choked on air making your giggle turn into a belly laugh. “shit sorry. to much information.”

he shook his head, managing to cough out, “no, no.” once steve had composed himself and your laugh as simmered down he looked over at you.

“sorry, i haven’t really done this since high school.” you added shyly.

“done what?”

“gone on a date? or whatever we’re calling this.” you spoke slowly, trying to avoid more embarrassment.

steve smiled, now realizing you were just nervous. “we can call it whatever you want.” he spoke barely above a whisper.

the air was thick and the corners of the windows were slowly beginning to fog. you and steve stared at each other, the tension between you was undeniable as your body instinctively moved in a little closer.

“i really want to kiss you.” you whispered, trying to hide your smiled as you blushed profusely.

steve moved in a little closer, his lips hovering over yours. he didn’t intend on teasing, or keep you waiting, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever be this close to you again and he needed a moment to admire and memorize every little detail about your face. but after what felt like a dreaded eternity, his lips finally connected with yours. at first he was soft, not going too fast but when your hands grasped onto his chest, he just about died.

and seconds later, kissing you with every fibre in his body, steve had one hand planted on your waist while the other held onto your cheek, pulling you closer. everything had happened so quickly, you almost didn’t realize when steve had pulled you onto his lap. feeling more and more desperate with every passing second, steve leant upwards, kissing you like it was his only purpose on this earth. you fumbled against steve as your fingers entangled themselves in his - perfect - hair.

steves hands inched their way up your thighs, his hands rubbing against the rough denim covering your warm skin. “this is moving so fast.” you moaned into his lips, your heavy breathing filling the small space of the car.

“muh- mah-maybe yeah.” steve breathed, his forehead resting against yours as your chests heaved.

you let out a soft giggle, your eyes wandering down to steves lips. “yeah, but fuck it anyways right?” you breathed, your hips wriggling with impatience.

“right.”

your lips almost instantly reconnected, hungrier and more passionate then the last kiss you had exchanged. soft moans and whimpers left your lips as steves hands attached themselves to your hips, guiding them. steve was hot to the touch. as his fingers slid beneath the thin cotton of your shirt, they warmed your skin instantly. slowly, your hands slid down from steves hair to grasp onto his belt, the very action causing a whimper to erupt from his throat. smiling into the kiss, your hands began to fiddle with the cool metal belt clasp. the windows of the car began to fog up, you we’re almost certain you could feel the car moving.

“ah,” a whiny moan fell from your lips as you continued grinding down onto steves lap. “are we rea-uh really doin’ this?” you asked, slowing your movements to create a euphoric sensation in your stomach.

“oh god-” steve whimpered, his head falling back as your hands grasped onto steves neck, your thumb gently rubbing his warm skin. “pla-uh i really hope so.” he breathed, his breath erratic like a panting dog as his hands slide down from your torso to the meat of your ass.

your mouth dropped open as your head fell back, the sensation of steves lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck driving you insane. “why, uh,” your hands slid up into steves hair, bunching it in your fists and your senses became overwhelmed. “why don’t we-uh go inside?” you giggled.

[luveline]

can we see more of the kisses before dinner au please? i love dad!steve sm

me too! TY for ur request, this is inspired by a video on ladbible where the kids hugs and it’s adorable <;3 kisses before dinner | pregnant!reader

You and Steve are so tired you're basically watching the girls self destruct. Sometimes there's just nothing you can do. 

Avery is sitting in her bean bag chair with a picture book. It's a wonder she can read at all in the noise. Dove is babbling loudly with a Teddy bear in one hand and Beth's baby blanket in the other. Beth is not happy about this at all. 

"Dove," she says, "it's my blankie." 

One of you should play mediator, but Steve's wiped from a full day of similar arguments and you're super pregnant. 

Steve rubs his cheek into the top of your shoulder, your arm against his chest as he tickles soft, sweet lines down the length of your naked skin. If the girls weren't as loud as they are, you'd be sleeping by now. 

"Why does Dove have Beth's blanket?" Steve whispers to you in defeat. 

"I don't know. Where's Dove's?" 

He whines like a kid and buries his face in your shoulder. "I don't know." 

You and Steve are good parents. Kind, loving, attentive. And you're human, too: one of you should go get Dove's blanket and separate the two youngest from each other before there's ructions, but you don't. 

You're both exhausted. 

Steve tries to save the day with as little effort required as possible. "Bethie, come and cuddle with me," he says, dropping your arm in favour of holding his own out to Beth. 

"I want my blankie," she says, lip wobbly. You wish she'd be petulant rather than heartbreaking, but Beth's never been one for attitude or outrage. 

"Dove, give blankie back to your sister," you say gently. 

Dove scowls. "No." 

"C'mon, be a good girl. Beth shares all her things with you, and she's only asking for her blankie. You have Teddy right there."

"No," she says, pulling the blanket and Teddy upward into her chest. 

Steve sits up and rubs your thigh as he does. "Do you want me to go get your blankie from the car?" 

"No." 

"So many no's," Avery says.

Steve has to raise his voice to be heard over your laughing. "Dove, you're not being nice to Beth, you know? That's not your blankie, sweetheart." 

Dove's face starts to change. Slowly, so slowly, her tiny features crumple, and her eyebrows pull together in indignation. She drops both Teddy and Beth's blankie and starts sobbing, the tantrum kind, little foot ready to stomp the floor. 

You and Steve are slow responders when it comes to stuff like this. You want to give her the room to come to grips with her big feelings before you try to fix it.

Beth takes her blankie cautiously, and Steve holds his arms out again to try and garner Dove's attention, maybe cuddle her through the meltdown. 

Beth beats him to it. 

"Dove," she says, putting blankie down on the floor. She tries to wrap her arms around Dove and gets pushed away. 

"Dove, don't cry, we will share," she says, trying for another hug. 

"No!" Dove says, her cries amping up into roughness. 

Beth takes a confused step backwards. 

You sit up beside Steve, his hand quick to press to the small of your back. 

Dove's crying pauses suddenly, quietening to a sniffle, and she turns to Beth. She opens her arms, and Beth immediately hugs her sister back, head slotting over her shoulder. 

"Don't cry," Beth says, sounding exactly like Steve does, "it's okay, Dove. You can have blankie if you want." 

Dove cries into Beth's shoulder. 

You and Steve are in similar states of awe, turning to share a slack-jawed look. 

Avery stands up from her bean bag and treks to Steve's side, patting his thigh until he pulls her up into her lap. 

"Did Dove get body-snatched?" she whispers in his ear. 

"No, and you don't know what that word means, because we told your uncle Eddie you aren't allowed to watch it," he says quietly, scared to disrupt Beth and Dove's cuddle. 

Avery beams at him. "We didn't watch it, dad, he just told me what happens." 

"Yeah? Great." He leans toward you. "Remind me that I'm mad at him the next time we see him." 

"Sure thing, baby." 

Your voice sounds far away, and when he looks at you properly you've a tear dripping down your cheek. 

He wraps his arm around you and tugs you toward his side, frowning. Pregnancy-brain makes you cry a lot, all the time, and as soon as he's touched you, you start to sob. Quietly, barely a sigh, but shoulder shaking sobs all the same. 

He can understand why you're crying — your girls love each other. It's amazing. But he wishes you wouldn't. 

"Holy heck," Avery says. "Everybody's crying." 

"Don't worry, Avey-baby," he says, infusing his tone with a bubbliness he doesn't feel, "mom's full of baby hormones and Dove's just tired. We'll all be much happier tomorrow." 

Beth's saying the same thing. "We can sit on the couch and watch the frame rabbit." 

"'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?'" Avery corrects. 

"Yeah, and dad will make the popcorn on top of the oven," Beth continues. 

She sounds exactly like Steve. That's his favourite trick, making stovetop popcorn to distract whoever it is that's upset. There's something magic to them about the popping. 

"Aw, Beth," he says, in time with your sobbing getting more intense. 

"Why did you do this to them?" you ask pleadingly, enough wits about you to sound at least somewhat joking. "They're so lovely." 

You sound like you're in physical pain. 

"Calm down," he says to you softly, hand rubbing your shoulder in a soothing back and forth. "Take a deep breath, honey." 

You take a deep breath, another. 

"Mom, do you want a hug too?" Avery asks. 

You nod and Avery climbs over Steve's legs into your lap. She curls her arms behind your head protectively. 

Steve watches as Beth peels away from Dove, four tiny hands interlocked. 

"So… who's gonna hug me?" he asks. 

"You have to make the popcorn, dad." 

"I have to make the popcorn." He laughs to himself. "Popcorn servant doesn't get any hugs. Typical." 

[urhoneycombwitch]

On dad!Steve !! I would love if you could write something about him coming to terms with becoming a dad/pregnancy and labour/just first time dad!Steve in general makes me melt (especially if he's a girl dad 😔)

kay I’ll speak on it bc I have thoughts for SURE

cw: dad!steve, pregnant!R, light emetephobia ment, childbirth desc (no smut but my page is +18 only)

canon-wise, I feel like Steve’s only gotten smarter. obviously he’s still got a goofy himbo side. but he’s getting cleaner with fighting. sharper with his observations. lighter on his feet that’s only come with lots of protective practice.

but the part of him that really cares goes into overdrive after s4, in the canon I’m building in my head 😇 I think he might get a little obsessive about safety for awhile, in the wake of their heroic, underground-world-defeating victory. that kicks into high gear when he finds out you’re pregnant.

(see more of my to-be-named world building here)

for the first few months of your pregnancy he’s never been more grateful to be working in the same building as you. he takes every opportunity to to visit you at your library posting, between teaching his classes (under the pretense of grading papers. Professor Harrington can generally be found at a one-elbow lean on your front desk any time he isn’t in his office.)

he just loves you so much and wants to make sure you’re doing okay. he brings you ginger soda, the fancy brand you like- kept stocked in the staff fridge when your stomach is roiling with nausea, passed with an apologetic kiss to the back of your hand. 

bleeding heart Steve feels so bad he can’t take all the pain away, does his best to alleviate your new and growing discomforts. rubs your shoulders and puffy ankles down with lotion each night. gives up coffee in the mornings (even tho he used to RUN on caffeine) so you can kiss him without aversion 💖. he’s with you for every shaky night-sweat throw up session on the bathroom floor, kneeling to hold you hair back from getting sick in it. warm palm on your lower back in assurance and comfort. 

he calls it at 6 months. begs and cajoles and patiently argues (sweetheart, you’re wakin’ up so early with work. you should really rest, anyways- find a nice horizontal hobby to keep you off your feet. treat it like vacation 🫶) which turn into not so patient arguments (practically in your third trimester, goddammit, you want me to go crazy with worry? gonna have premature greys at this rate. let me keep you safe, angel, please. for my sake.) until finally you agree to take the damn maternity leave early.

and u know Steve’s reading all the books. how to be a good first-time dad. 101 lessons for the new parent. mother’s health and wellness magazines. childbirthing books. by the end of your third trimester, he’s gained enough knowledge to be an honorary midwife. could deliver the baby himself, if the situation really called for it. better to be prepared 🫡

and that spring , you’re both lounging on the couch. there’s a sunny spot under the big window, and you’re warming like cats, you feet propped in Steve’s lap. moon of a stomach peeking out from underneath a stolen one of Steve’s soft tees. his eyes are fixed on his library book on gentle parenting until you take a sharp inhale.

there’s a spasming band just under your navel that you press your hands into, and Steve pauses in rubbing absentminded at your ankle. looks up at you in concern and then at his watch and says “whoa, that’s like, 4 contractions in the last 5 minutes. are these for real or what?”

and you’re like “uhmmmm. don’t b mad but my water kind of broke this afternoon.”

and Steve looks at you with this very poorly concealed bewilderment that’s quickly morphing into shock and so you start talking before he can like “no no it’s chill. it’s cool!! 😎 doesn’t even hurt that bad and I knew you’d be home at 4 anyways….”

and you quiet when Steve rips his glasses off and pinches his nose between two fingers and says in a Very strangled voice “yeah. okay. well it’s 5 PM traffic right now which means rush hour which means we need to go to plan C right off the bat…”

and you watch this man unravel in the most efficient way possible. tugging at the roots of his hair until it stands overly-tall but managing to pack all your bags in the car in under 3 minutes. a record. and he gets to the hospital using all the mapped-out backroads so you’re there in a tight 15.

but as it turns out, a speedy arrival to the L&D ward of Hawkins Memorial wasn’t even necessary, because you spend the next 21 hours in the most intense, soul-crushing pain Steve’s ever seen you go thru in his life and it almost breaks him. for real. 

he’s so soft for you and no amount of reading about other people giving birth could have prepared him for the heartache and helplessness of seeing you ride the wave of a contraction. or go thru the brutal process of getting an epidural, your hands digging into his forearms hard enough to leave bruises as you leaned on him thru it all. 

and Steve did not know he could fall more in love w you but he does, the second you become a parent alongside him, wet and wriggling baby girl placed on your chest. spend two nights in the hospital healing up and fumbling through feedings and giggling over your new tiny daughter. counting her fingers and toes every time you unwrap her. cooing over those big brown eyes that look just like Steve’s.

and with his first baby, Steve is overprotective to the max. only Robin can babysit at first, and that’s only after she’s checked off a rigorous amount of reading material from Steve’s comprehensive required book list. he’s fussy about her routine (truly puts so much of the postnatal stress in himself so you can focus on bonding w/ your babe and resting), is fiercely protective over u and the new baby, like mama bear to the maxxx.

he’s actually GREAT at multitasking and the all consuming constant buzz of listening for certain types of crying and feedings and baby hand-offs thru the night really solidify the fact that he can do this. he’s already a million times better than his own parents at it, a fact of which you constantly remind and encourage him with. 

and I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, best thing to ever happen to Steve Harrington is having a second kid bc it chills him way the hell out. for reasons chalked up simply to It's the way the world works, Steve falls into a natural rhythm w your second kid. finds his stride as they say. he’s just as excited and caretaking and protective during your second pregnancy as with your first, but this time without all of the panic and wire-thin nerves. coasts thru calmly.

perhaps a touch too calm, because when you go into labor with your second kid, it’s the middle of a snowstorm in Hawkins, and since u and Steve went thru such a long hard birth with your eldest, you both take your sweet time getting ready to go. saying goodbye to your 3 year-old while aunt Robin comes to stay. even stopping for a snack on the way to the hospital because last time they didn’t let you eat and you were fucking ravenous the whole time.

but then Steve has to drive so slow and safe bc of the snowy roads and you’re still a good 20 mins out when things progress so rapidly and so unlike the first time around; Steve is so level-headed and  lets you crush all the bones in his right hand while he drives with his left, coaching you through breathing exercises, trying to keep calm but oh shit, you’re making the same sounds you made three years ago when you brought your first baby into the world, all low groans and gritted teeth and Steve’s pleading with you to hold on, just a few more minutes as he coasts into the emergency bay of L&D. doesn’t give a fuck about parking in a tow zone, they can take the damn car, Steve’s already launching himself out of the drivers seat to scoop you up and hike it indoors. 

in the nick of time. 10 minutes and a few pushes later and your second baby is there, all scrunched and tiny, so much smaller than her sister, got the slope of your nose and Steve’s pretty cupids bow. she arrived so fast it feels like a joke, you and Steve cuddling a bit cramped (the way you all like it) in the hospital bed, laughing a little, marveling at the fact that you’re a family of four now, how different it’s all been the second time around. how neither of you realized how much your hearts could expand to engulf your two kids with so much love, it feels like you’re both bursting at the seams 💖

[glassbxttless]

L&D Baby

Nurse!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Summary: Steve and his wife are having their first baby— and it happens to be at the hospital he works at.

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: 18+ (editing to add: no sexual themes, but I am literally an adult and do not want minors interacting with my content whatsoever), marriage, pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of a stillbirth, dad!steve, labor and delivery nurse!steve, blood/blood loss, swearing— as always let me know if there’s any tags i missed!

Notes: This is posted over on my ST blog ( @hellfirestxnes ). Once all of my content is moved over here— that blog will be inactive as my main objective is to have one space for myself!

Steve is tired. His bones are aching and his eyes are sore, but it’s just another Friday really. He has about half of his shift left and he’s off again, thankfully, until Monday. Leaning on the counter at the nurses station, listening to the other nurses gossip and share stories about their kids. And he’s thinking about you at home, sitting pretty and waiting for him to come home— belly swollen with his child. Any other day, he might tuck himself away and use the phone to call and check in, but today… he couldn’t face it. The first delivery he was on that morning, he watched a new mother wish with every fiber of her being that what the doctor was telling her wasn’t true. He cleaned up that baby, took their weight and height, made out the card for the parents that would never get to hear a cry. He bundled up gray, cold skin and hoped that the couple would be able to find peace. Somewhere deep down, he wishes he wouldn’t have heard them ask how did this happen? Everything was just fine this morning. But, now here he sits. Thinking about that delivery, thinking about his wife at home. His very pregnant wife. Your pregnancy has gone by so quickly, been such a breeze. He’s been to as many appointments as he could, especially the ones you were so worried about. But there’s always a reassuring answer of your baby being strong and healthy. A perfect little Harrington. And now, Steve’s never found himself more terrified. If everything can be fine and perfect one second and terribly tragic the next, he doesn’t know where to find his peace. He hangs his head against his hands for a few moments— taking a deep breath. He’s gotta get himself straight, take a few moments. But there’s hellos being exchanged a few feet away and after what seems like a millisecond, a hand is settling on his lower back. He snaps around, prepared to give the whole I’m married spiel he’s done a thousand times, he’s met with the beautiful eyes of his adoring wife. And that softens his features, he’s visibly relaxing.

You smile at him, as he tugs you into his grip. The hug lasts longer than usual and Steve loves hugging you. You rub his back and kiss his shoulder, “you forgot your lunch.” You whisper to him quietly, the bag in your left hand adorning a beautiful band that Steve had so carefully picked out himself. At your words, Steve’s grip just tightens a bit and he kisses your head, sighing out. “Do you wanna eat together?”

“Yeah, angel. Just about to take my break. come on.” he says quietly, leading you down to the cafeteria. He pulls out your chair and you can tell something is distracting him as he sits. He’s busying himself by passing out the food, but he’s quiet and normally— he isn’t. He asks about your day, tells you about his, has told you he loves you a dozen times by now. And he knows you’ve noticed, by the way his eyes flick up to yours and back down again. “I’m okay.” he says after catching the look on your face.

“You’re not.” you reply, matter-of-factly. “What’s going on, Steve? Can talk to me.” you reach over for his hand, thumb brushing over his own gold wedding band. “You’re not acting like yourself.”

Steve sighs heavily, flipping his hand over to take yours gently. “The first birth I was on this morning was a stillbirth and I dunno… just had me thinking a lot.” He explains, his eyes dropping down to your belly across the table. You nod slightly, the hand that wasn’t entwined in his moves to your belly. You’re almost due and neither you nor Steve have ever had to worry about this. Never had it been a thought in your head.

“Just want you guys safe, is all.” Steve says softly and gives your hand a squeeze before he’s pulling it away to eat his lunch with you. And when it’s time for him to get back to work, you stand. There’s a dull ache that starts in your back and wraps around to your tummy, it lasts about 30 seconds as you clean up from lunch. You ignore it as he hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you at home, okay? Take it easy, rest.” He reminds you, rubbing up and down your arms.

“Yeah, okay.” You acknowledge him with a nod, before you feel another aching pain. But this time it’s accompanied by a slow trickle of fluid down your thighs. And when Steve notices where your eyes are falling, all of the hair on the back of his neck stands up.

“Oh.” Is all he can manage. He’s done this a thousand and ten times over the past few years. He’s consoled laboring mothers, he’s held their hands and cleaned them up, he’s been their support system. It’s his job. But here he is, with his own wife, frozen in his tracks. Your water broke and he can tell with the uncomfortable face you’re making the contractions have started as well. “Okay, angel… let’s… let’s get you checked in.” he says softly and suddenly, you’re more than thankful for the pre-registry packet Steve made you fill out last week. He holds your hand the entire time they check you in and get you into a room. He can hear his pager going off and he’d check it, every now and again, hoping one of the other nurses could pick up his patients, since he still technically was on his shift. But when he can’t put it off any longer, he kisses your head. “Listen, I’ll be right back okay? I’m not leaving you alone for this. I’ll be really quick.” he says softly.

You just nod, munching on the ice chips he had brought you not too long ago. You still feel like you have time. The contractions aren’t that close together yet. But Steve would throw a fit if they even tried to send you home and you know it. Steve smiles nervously when he wheels a cart into another expectant parent’s room. He introduces himself and shakes her husband’s hand when he extends it to him introducing themselves as, “Caleb and Connie Bear.” He's trying to keep the small talk up and keep himself calm— and not to think of his wife four rooms down. “Is this your first?” he asks softly, administering her medication.

“Oh no.” Connie laughs softly and shakes her head, “It’s baby number seven.” She pats her belly gently. Steve nods, a little lost in his own head. A mix of thoughts of the young couple a floor up with no baby to show, his wife laboring without him, and these friendly people working on their seventh baby. “It’s not as bad as you think.” she laughs, catching Steve’s face.

Steve laughs nervously and shakes his head, “oh no. it’s not that.” He smiles softly, “my wife and I wanted around six.” He shrugs, giving her a glass of water.

“You’ve got kids?” She smiles at him and gives his forearm a gentle squeeze as he adjusts her monitors. “You’re so young.”

“Uh… not yet.” He laughs softly and pulls her blanket back up over her. “My wife’s in labor now, actually. Not very far along yet and It’s our first, might have a while to go.” He rambled off nervously.

She smiles at him, a warm and comforting smile, and so does her husband. They remember those days. And Steve does find comfort in that smile. “These things take time.” She says softly, nodding at Steve. “but she’ll know what to do and I know you’ve seen a lot of babies being born but the minute you see yours, everything’s gonna change.” And Steve knows she’s right.

“Thank you.” he says softly. “I’ll be back in to check on you in a little while.” he dims her lights a bit, sighing softly as he steps out of the room and walks over to his station to chart his notes quickly. When he looks up and sees his mother-in-law, that’s when his panic starts to set in. He’s hurrying around the counter, biting the inside of his cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“Y/N called asking me to come, Steve.” She laughs, a sound that reminds him of you. “She knows you’re busy.” She gives his arm a pat and smiles at him. “She’s getting close, from what they’ve told her.”

“And she didn’t say anything to me?” Steve frowns, leading her over to your room. His face is knotted up in confusion when he looks over you. Your feet are planted on the floor, leaning over your bed. He sighs softly, knowing he should have been in here. He walks over, standing behind you to rub circles into your lower back.

“This is how we got into this situation.” You joke, face pressed against your sheets.

The response makes Steve chuckle, rolling his eyes, “oh hush. your mother is here.” He mumbles softly, rubbing your hips gently. “Where did they say you’re at, angel?” he asks softly.

“Eight.” You mumble back, letting yourself melt into Steve’s hands. They slide around to your belly, lifting gently and trying to keep the pressure off of your back in between contractions. “What do you think it’s gonna be?” You ask him, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. You can see the worry etched into his features. But once he sees the way your hair is sticking to your forehead and how flushed and clammy your skin is— he softens.

“A girl.” He says softly. “Gonna be just as pretty as you.” He whispers softly, helping you switch positions and lie back on the bed quietly. Steve’s head perks up as he sees one of his co-workers take a quick peek in. “What’s up?” he mouths over to her. He watches her point down to her belt, signaling to the pager Steve has forgotten.

He sighs and kisses your head once more, rubbing soothing circles onto your arm. “I’ll be right back again, okay sweetheart? Your mama’s here. gonna take care of you while I’m gone.” He says softly and squeezes your hand before he’s ducking out and heading down to the Bear’s room, pushing the cot along quietly.

Connie smiles tiredly, having opted for an epidural at the last stage of her labor. Steve’s ready at her thighs, ready to pop the baby up onto her chest. His own head is occupied with the thought of missing the birth of his own child while he welcomes another into the world. His shift would be over soon and then he’ll be sitting at your bedside, holding your hand and keeping you healthy and happy. Supporting you throughout the entire transition of your labor. Caleb rubs soothing circles on Connie’s arm as she pushes, and Steve takes note of the love in the room. How much the two of them lean on one another.

And Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he’s reaching over her thighs, with their newborn boy laying on her stomach. He’s helping rub the baby dry, eyes flicking up to the delivering doctor when no one hears any cries for just a few more moments. And Steve whispers, panicked, but full of hope, “oh come on, kid.” No one hears him, but Connie— and her eyes are on him as Steve tries his fucking best to coax a cry out of the baby. Even after suctioning his nose and mouth. He remembers the heartbroken looks on that young couple this morning and he couldn’t take it again.

And finally there’s a sigh of relief when the little one lets out their first big wail. Steve smiles watching as Connie holds their baby to her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. She gives Steve’s hand a squeeze, her face silently thanking him. And then as he’s walking away to fill out a stats card for their baby, Steve hears his name followed by someone shouting time to push. And he’s running. He’ll check back in later, but he’s not missing his baby’s birth. You’ve got the rails of the bed in your hands, gripping tightly as you push— and he’s finding your side and brushing back your hair. “I'm here, angel.” He’s whispering through your tears. “I’m here. Look at you. You’re doing so good, mama.”

And it’s a whole new feeling when Steve hears a cry before he even sees the baby. He can see the blood on your thighs as they lift the baby up to place against your chest. The tears in your eyes are falling as you look up at Steve. And he just presses a kiss against your forehead, sniffling back his own years. “You did it, angel.” he mumbles softly.

“Congratulations.” You hear through your OB’s big smile. “It’s a boy.” And then Steve laughs, his smile pressed against your hair.

“It's a boy.” you repeat, fingers brushing against the back of your baby's fresh soft skin. The quiet grunts coming from him fill the room as he roots around trying to latch onto your breast quietly. “Joseph.” You whisper and turn to look up at Steve, remembering the perfect name the two of you had spent the last eight months curating. “Joseph Steven Harrington.” You announce to your mother quietly. And Steve feels himself tear up a bit.

Nothing has ever felt like this before in his life. And once you’re squared away, he makes sure to thank his coworkers quietly. Appreciating every second of them covering his ass tonight. They all congratulate him for the beautiful baby, passing out hugs and offering advice. And Steve soaks it in, every single word of it. Soaks it in like his life depends on it.

tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt

[katsu28]

🍭 lollipop -26. “Just breathe. Like that. That’s it” from List 4 with steve pls?? ty<3

i combined this one with another request—"relax, i've got you." because i thought they went pretty hand in hand with each other, i hope that's okay! ty for requesting! <3

dad!steve harrington x pregnant!reader, mentions of pain and pregnancy symptoms, 1.3k

Being pregnant was proving to be one of the hardest things in your life. You’d had enough dizziness and nausea in your first trimester to last you a lifetime, enough achiness and swollen feet in your second than anyone should ever have, and now in your third, you’d discovered something brand new to put on your list of pregnancy woes.

False labor pains, otherwise known as Braxton-Hicks contractions (as Steve had very quickly informed you after a trip to the library that resulted in a pile of what to expect when you’re expecting-esque books residing next to his side of the bed). Paired with an extremely active baby girl with a horse strength kick who loved to make it known 24/7, this home stretch was your toughest one yet.

The telltale open and shut of the front door signaled Steve’s arrival, even before his voice. “Honey, I’m home!!!” He sang.

You made a vague noise of acknowledgement from your sprawled out position on the couch, waving your hand over your head haphazardly. You’d been stuck in the same spot for almost the whole day, seeing as every time you tried to get up, either another well placed kick or a false contraction dragged you right back down.

“How’re my girls doing?”

“Your daughter’s doing her daily karate routine against my organs, but other than that we’re great.”

“Oh so she’s gonna do karate now? I thought she was gonna be a tap dancer? Or a soccer player?” Steve teased gently, tossing his keys into the bowl on the table near the front door. He kicked his shoes off too, hanging his jacket on the hook next to yours before crossing the room to rub your shoulders with a kiss pressed to the top of your head.

“She can be all of them when she grows up, but I wish she’d stop it right now.”

He let out a snort of laughter, rounding the couch and kneeling in front of you. One hand came to rub your belly gently, the other coming to land on your knee. “Anything I can do for you?”

“Tell her to cut it out.” Another laugh from him. “How was work?”

“Pretty uneventful. Robin says hi though, wanted me to ask if you two were still on for lunch on Tuesday?”

“Oh my god, I totally forgot to call her back!” You gasped, hands scrabbling for purchase on the couch cushions as if you wanted to push yourself up.

“Hey, hey, slow your roll, sweetheart. Take it easy, I’ll give her a call later.” Steve eased you back down, shooting you a pointed look when you pouted up at him. “I promise, ‘mkay?”

“‘Mkay.” You sighed, slumping back into your previous position. Then, barely even taking a beat, you shot up straight again, this time moving to grab Steve’s shoulders as leverage.

His brows furrowed in instant concern. “What? What’s happening now? Are you okay?”

“Gotta pee.”

“Jesus, you really scared me for a second there,” He breathed, pressing a hand against his chest but going to help you up anyways.

The second you made it to your feet, you were hit with another Braxton-Hicks, this one so big that you would’ve keeled over at the strength of it if not for Steve still holding on to you. You squeezed your eyes shut, sinking back down on the couch yet again with a choked whimper. For something called false labor, the pain sure was really goddamn real. “Whoa, okay. Relax, I’ve got you. You’re alright, sweetheart, you’re doing great. Just relax.”

“Tell me to relax one more time and I’m gonna wring your neck, Harrington.” You said through gritted teeth, fisting his shirt in your hand as if it would help you ride out the pain.

Steve ignored your threat, because he knew you didn’t actually mean it. You’d been growing a whole tiny human inside you for the past eight months, the least he could do was stomach a few gripes here and there. “Squeeze my hands. Just squeeze my hands, it’ll help.”

You gladly took him up on the offer, borderline crushing his hands with a strength neither you nor him knew you had, but he’d never complain about it. A popped knuckle and temporary loss of blood flow was nothing compared to what you’d been having to endure nonstop.

Tears welled up in your eyes at the worsening spasm in your back and abdomen, like someone had taken your insides and was twisting them around in their grip.

“Just breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth.” Steve soothed, mimicking the deep breaths he wanted you to take. “Like that, that’s it. There you go. Just like that, baby.”

“This is the cramp from hell, Steve, deep breathing isn’t helping anything.”

“Okay, alright, let’s try something else then. Didn’t the doctor say moving around would help lessen the pain?” He suggested, trying his best to rack his brain despite the numbness creeping through his hands. “Or maybe drink some water? I can get you a glass of—”

“Can you just shut up for a minute?” The sharpness in your words shocked you, and should’ve shocked Steve too, but he didn’t seem phased at all, instead just nodding, gazing up at you with wide honey eyes currently filled with concern.

Guilt pooled in you as soon as the contraction finally subsided, and somehow, the guilt felt worse. Steve had been nothing less than the perfect partner this entire pregnancy, and here you were snapping at him for being supportive. Again.

You inhaled a shaky breath, bringing his hands up and pressing a kiss to each of his palms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Stevie, I don’t mean to be mean to you, I just—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, okay? You can do and say anything you want to me, sweetheart, and you never have to apologize. You’re carrying our kid, you’ve got every right to be as mean as you want.” He assured you, cupping your face. His thumbs stroked across your cheeks featherlight despite the firmness in his grip. “I’m a big boy, I can take it. Never be sorry. You don’t have to be.”

“I love you,” You sighed miserably, melting against him like a popsicle on a hot summer day.

“I love you most, sweetheart.” He replied softly, leaning down to press his lips against your belly before adding something. “And I love you most too, baby girl, even though you’re giving your mom a tough time right now.”

“I swear, she’s bullying me more and more everyday.”

He chuckled softly, smoothing a hand down your back in light circles. “I’m sure that’s just her way of saying she’s excited to meet us.”

“I know. I’m so excited to meet her and I know she’s already everything we’ve ever dreamed of, but I’d kill to be able to sleep on my stomach again.”

“One more month, baby. Just one more month and then you can sleep on your stomach all you want.” He murmured, breath ghosting across your skin with each word.

“One more month.” You echoed, curling your hand around the back of his neck. One more month of discomfort for a lifetime of anything and everything with your baby girl. That, you were excited for. Slightly terrified, but definitely more excited. “I’m nervous. Are you?”

“Oh yeah. Nearly-shitting-my-pants nervous. All the time. I don’t think that feeling is ever gonna go away, honestly.” He snorted, nodding sharply. He pressed one more kiss to your belly. “But it’s worth it. As long as I have my two girls, anything is worth it.”

“I hate how perfect you’re being right now.”

“Just right now? I think you mean always.”

You pressed your lips together suddenly, scrunching your nose at him. “Stevie, you’re about to hate me.”

“I could never, but good try.”

“I still need to pee.”

Steve barked out a laugh, heaving himself to his feet and gearing up to help you in your endless attempts at standing up. “C’mon, preggers, let’s get you to the bathroom before karate kid in there decides to try out for a new belt.”

[daddyharrington]

We missed you too, Steve

second story I’ve ever written/posted, yikes!

in this little number, Steve returns home after almost a month away(!) and is stunned to see how much you and the baby in your belly have changed while he’s been gone. I firmly believe you have to be the story you want to read in the world, so here’s my take. love you for reading, bbs.

warnings: pregnant reader, reader with afab anatomy, discussion of weight gain, body worship. as always, if I’ve missed something please let me know and I’ll add it!

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your gaze swept the parking lot as you pulled the maroon beemer into a spot near the stop where Steve’s bus was due to arrive any minute. there were a number of buses unloading right now, and you weren’t sure which direction to look first.

you couldn’t believe Steve’d been away for nearly a month. you’d talked on the phone every night, but you were very relieved he wouldn’t have to go away on any more business trips for the foreseeable future.

when he’d originally committed to the trip, you both knew it would be tough but worth it in the long run because of what it could mean for Steve’s future at the firm. that had been months ago. months before you’d realized Steve wasn’t going to be leaving just you back home. months before that perfect plus sign had appeared on a pregnancy test and turned your world upside down. it had taken everything in you to convince Steve not to back out of the trip for his own sake. it was the longest you’d ever been apart, and you were more than ready to have him back, because this rapidly-growing baby was already taking a lot out of you.

you opened the car door and your face was immediately met with the chilly January air. your movements were a lot slower these days, especially getting up from a seated position. you eventually heaved yourself out of the car, readjusted your long winter coat, and tightened your scarf under your chin. closing the car door, you began to make your way over to where all the passengers from the most recently-arrived bus seemed to be congregating and resurrecting their luggage from a chaotic beige and black pile.

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice from amongst the muddle. turning your head to follow its sound, you could just make out Steve’s hair, the top of his forehead as he bounced up and down, trying to get a clear eye-line, and his hand, waving wildly back and forth over the crowd. you beamed. just a few inches of Steve was enough to get your heart racing after so many weeks apart.

normally you’d run to him, but that was easier said than done now. you did your best, increasing your pace as fast as you could, meeting Steve in the middle of the parking lot. before you could get a word out he’d dropped his bag and had one hand gently but firmly pulling you towards him by your lower back, the other cradling the nape of your neck. your lips met in a kiss that Steve immediately deepened, your hands had reached up to caress either side of his face without even realizing, instantly falling back into muscle memory, everything fitting back into place between the two of you like it always had.

or, well. almost everything. apparently you had grown more than you thought in the last month, because you couldn’t get quite as close to Steve as you normally did. everything was just about 20° farther apart than it used to be.

Steve’s eyes said it all when you finally came up for air. “Hi, babygirl,” he finally greeted you, smiling from ear to ear. “Hi,” you replied. so relieved to have him back, but slightly shy, too. It seemed surreal to actually have him here in front of you, rather than imagining him sprawled across his bed in a hotel room, over the phone.

“worst month of my life,” Steve said, beaming as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I can’t believe I left my girls all alone for that long.” “we missed you too, Steve,” you laughed. “but we did okay here. very glad to have you back now, though,” you admitted, as you gave him another peck on the cheek and reached for his duffel bag.

“woah woah woah, what do you think you’re doin, sweetheart?” Steve admonished, quickly stepping between you and the bag so he could pull it onto his own shoulder instead. “helping you with your bag, Steve! it’s what polite people do when they pick loved ones up after long bus rides!”

“not people who are busy growing babies in their bellies!” Steve tutted, patting your bump as he starting steering you back towards the car which he’d already spotted in the lot behind you, “you’re carrying enough as is.” “oh please,” you huffed, “I’m not even that big yet. I think I can manage a bag of your dirty dress slacks and boxers, Steve.”

“I dunno, hon, I hate to say this but…” he paused in place, observing you from behind as you continued towards the car, “I think your cute little walk has turned into a waddle.”  “what! you’re imagining things, Harrington,” you said, rolling your eyes as you tossed him the keys and made your way over to the passenger’s side.

“there you go again, pretty. you think you’re opening that door for yourself, don’t you?” he asked, as he slow-jogged over and opened it for you, with a little joking bow and a stupid grin on his face.

“you’ve been gone for weeks, Steve, and believe it or not, I did manage to get into this car without your assistance during that time,” you sassed, as you made your awkward way back into the car. unfortunately, between the cold outside and the baby inside, your actions spoke louder than your words. there was an awful lot of grunting going on as you got situated, and by the time you’d gotten the seatbelt extended as far as it needed to go to circle your belly, Steve had an incredibly smug look on his face. “I just call em like I see em,” he teased, as he leaned in to give you one more peck on the cheek before closing the door behind you and hopping into the driver’s side, getting the heat turned on so his girls could defrost asap.

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you’d decided to stop on the way home to pick up some groceries—you were mostly out of the things Steve considered staples since he’d been gone, and you had a few other items on your list that you figured you might as well get while you were there. you hoped Steve wouldn’t notice that they were slightly irregular, given the season.

Steve immediately went to grab a cart as you unfolded your list, planning to meet back up with you in the produce section. unfortunately, inside the grocery store was much warmer than it was outside, and you were getting too hot for all the layers you’d needed just two minutes ago. you tugged your scarf off and, realizing that wouldn’t be enough, began to remove your heavy winter coat as well.

Steve was just walking back with the cart as you were in the middle of unzipping. when the sides of your coat parted ways, he was stunned to see the new bump that was obviously poking out between your now wider hips—his eyebrows shot up as he took it all in.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “way to bury the lead, babe!” he eyed your middle in amazement. “what, Steve?” you tried to feign innocence, knowing it was no use. “don’t you ‘what?’ me, Y/L/N! look at you!” he reached out, hands gripping either side of your belly. “you’re huge. when I left you were just starting to get your little speedbump, but now… tell me the truth, babe. how many kiddos do you have in here?” he asked, half joking, half serious, gaze still locked on the bump protruding between his palms.

you knew most women would be self-conscious about their boyfriend calling them huge, but you were actually proud of your growing belly. it was tangible proof that you were taking good care of your and Steve’s future daughter, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t know where the extra weight had come from. baby girl’s growth spurt had kept you ravenous all month—everything you ate just tasted incredible, so between her appetite and your cravings, it wasn’t a shock to you that there was a lot more to love right now. what you hadn’t considered was how much of a difference a month would make to Steve. your belly had popped and then some since he’d been gone, going from looking bloated to unmistakably pregnant in the intervening weeks.

you sighed as you looked down at your swollen belly. you’d figured this was coming, but you’d hoped you wouldn’t have to have this conversation until you got home… ideally once you could sit down and put your feet up.

“I know, I know,” you admitted sheepishly, groaning slightly as baby girl chose that exact moment to kick into your side—you rubbed at the spot, hoping to settle her down some. once it ebbed, you let one hand reach around to support your lower back, while the other stayed put on your belly—a new posture that had quickly become habit, but only served to emphasize your bump even more. Steve knew your body better than anyone—at times you thought he might know it better than you did. you’d felt your baby growing and your body changing, but having Steve notice it made it finally seem real. “I feel huge. baby girl has been really hungry this month, Steve. I can barely keep up with her. actually, you should hear some of the things she’s been hungry for. now that’s going to make your head spin.”

“cravings too, huh?” he asked, still stroking your belly, only half paying attention to the conversation. “I’ve missed so much already,” he realized sadly, looking down at you with his big brown teddy bear eyes.

“you could say that, yes,” you huffed. “although, not all of the, uh, cravings have been food-related,” you muttered out of the corner of your mouth, hoping the words would only find Steve’s ears.

his head immediately sprung up, perky as a puppy again. “oh yeah, sweets? well you know, now that I’m back, I think I might be of some help in that regard,” he grinned mischievously.

you were glad you’d been able to lift his spirits so quickly, and you still had one more card to play. you leaned in close, this time whispering into his ear, “you think my belly’s huge, babe? just wait til you see what this pregnancy is doing to my tits.”

Steve gulped, eyes instantly searching your sweater for signs that his favorite parts of you had benefitted from the new arrangement of fat on your body. “h-honey where’s that list you brought? let’s get these groceries and get outta here so you can bring me up to speed on everything I’ve missed, okay?”

“sure, Stevie,” you winked seductively, sashaying your hips playfully towards the kiwis which, out of season or not, baby girl was absolutely demanding. “soon’s we get home, I’ll give you the full tour.”

[26wh57]

Steve Harrington x Reader pregnancy:

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You nervously fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you waited for Robin to arrive at home the coffee shop. Steve had told you that he wanted to break the news to her as soon as possible, and you had agreed, though you couldn't help but feel apprehensive about how she would react.

"Hey, there you are," Robin said as she walked in, waving at you. "What's up?"

"Hey, Robin," you said, trying your best to smile. "Steve wanted to talk to you about something... important."

"Uh oh," Robin said, looking a bit concerned. "What is it?"

Steve arrived a few minutes later, and the three of you sat down at a booth. Steve took a deep breath before speaking.

"Okay, so... Y/N and I have something to tell you," he said, glancing at you for support.

"What is it?" Robin asked, her eyes flicking between the two of you.

"We're... Y/N's pregnant," Steve blurted out, and you winced at his lack of tact.

Robin's eyes widened in surprise, and then she let out a whoop of joy.

"Oh my god, that's amazing!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Congratulations, you guys!"

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension drain out of your body. You had been worried about how Robin would react, but she seemed genuinely happy for you.

"Thanks, Robin," you said, grinning at her.

"So, are you going to find out the gender?" Robin asked, leaning forward excitedly.

"We haven't decided yet," Steve said, looking a bit more relaxed now that the news was out in the open.

"I vote for a surprise," you said, feeling a bit more confident now that Robin had reacted positively.

"Me too," Robin said, nodding her head.

The three of you chatted for a while longer, discussing baby names and nursery themes. You felt incredibly grateful to have such supportive friends, and you knew that with Steve and Robin by your side, you could handle anything that came your way.

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I hope you enjoyed the story! Let me know if you have any other ideas

[stvharrngton]

Dad!Steve being a dad of one child, and having reader pregnant with their second and heavily so, and his obsession with their tits during pregnancy makes him WILD. Like the sensitivity and how perky and round they are? That man will absolutely deliver a nipple orgasm with NO issue whatsoever due to the sensitivity and i stand by that. I need it. I can’t.

fuckfhdjkd okay

guy is already obsessed with your tits anyway but when you’re pregnant and they’re bigger? perkier? and super sensitive? BOY he will go insane

and one day you’re super horny because your hormones are driving you up the wall but you’re so heavily pregnant doing anything is just difficult and maybe you’re wearing a strappy top or something and the neckline is a little low so your cleavage is on show and steve is just like full on staring at your tits across the dining table or something lmao and he just goes nuts for it and he’s pressing himself against your side as he kisses up your neck and gropes your tits over your top and you arch into his chest and moan so loudly it just sends him into overdrive so he’s pulling your top and bra off and rolling your nipples in his finger and thumb and sucking and kissing over the soft skin of your chest and he sucks so harshly on one of your nipples and he can see you rubbing your thighs together at the sensation because it’s so hot and electric and very overwhelming and he’s cooing at you like ‘oh sweet girl, you need’ta cum huh?’ and ‘such a good girl, so pretty, love your tits, fuck’

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah I’d love you a millions times more than I already do if you could show us Eddie texting Steve asking if he flirted with his baby momma😂😘😘😘

Hiii lovey!! Well I mean I’m a sucker for lover so here you go😂 I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie just wants to see if Steve met you or not*