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Could you do a steve x Byers reader where she finds out she’s pregnant after she moves to California pleas

omg stop this hurts my heart. also i don’t know how to stop writing so this is longer than i expected. (also not proofread)

read part 2 here

when you left hawkins, it shattered steve harringtons heart into a million pieces. he begged you to stay, tried to persuade you to live at his parents house until you both could find a place to move into together.

the idea was so tempting, but you couldn’t dare to leave your family. especially, el. after everything happened with hopper, she needed you and so did your mom.

steve, of course, broke down when you left. as soon as he walked into your empty house, his emotions hit him. but he stayed strong as he helped load the moving truck. time went by too fast and soon it was time for the byers family to leave.

standing outside of your childhood home, steve embraces you. his hands held onto your body so tightly, refusing to let go. his tears soaked your skin where his head refused to leave your neck.

you’re his best friend, and most importantly his girlfriend. how could he not be sad? especially with the rest of the kids crying around him.

“please promise me you’ll come back to visit.” steve sniffles loudly, pulling back to look you in the eyes. his hands move from your back to cup your damp cheeks.

“of course. i could not, not come back, steve.”

the look in his eyes makes your bottom lip quiver. tears spilling over your waterline when you blink so you opt to look down at your feet. “hey…” steve’s voice croaks, bending down slightly to catch your eyes with his.

“it’s gonna be okay. just call me whenever you guys stop somewhere so i know you’re okay. i’m a big worrier, you know that.” he jokes, rolling his eyes in a playful manner.

even in this terribly dreadful moment, he tries to liven it up a little. you yank him back towards you, his body slamming into you from the force. “i love you so, so much, steve.” you sob into his chest, his back quivers under your touch from crying into your hair.

“i love you.” his voices rasps into your ear, pressing the longest kiss to your cheek. your fingers dig into his back, savoring the feeling of his body around you.

“alright, honey, we gotta hit the road.” your moms voice is soft as her hands rest on both of your backs.

you suck in a sharp breath, trying to keep in your emotions for steve’s sake. your bottom lip continues to tremble, which gives away how distressed you really are. your hands drop down to his to squeeze them, which he reciprocates.

“okay, i’ll be over in one sec.” you sniffle, wiping your snot and tears on your sleeve.

once joyce walks away, steve’s hands fly to your face to pull you in for a kiss. his familiar lips slot against yours, kissing you as if this is forever your last kiss. both of your tears mix in between, both of you slightly weeping.

“i love you. i love you. i love you.” he mumbles against you before pulling you back in for one last hug. you take one last deep breath to hold onto his scent.

you slowly pull away, holding his hand as you reluctantly walk away from him. your arms are outstretched from each other, holding teary eye contact.

he’s the first to let go, taking a few steps back to stand with the rest of the hawkins group; dustin, mike, lucas, and max. you wipe your face as you shuffle over to jonathan’s car, hopping into the passenger seat.

“you alright?” your younger brother asks. all you can do is nod since you’re afraid if you talk, you’ll have another breakdown.

you stare at your feet, fixating on how dirty your shoelaces are. maybe you should clean them.

the ride to california was long and strenuous. you switch out with jonathan to drive a few hours, and with your mom in the u-haul truck. every time your family would stop, whether it was a gas station or pit stop, you’d call steve on a pay phone.

his voice is music to your ears, keeping you sane between being occupied by your brothers odd conversations. even eleven was annoyed. she refused to ride in the same car with both of them.

“so other than your brothers being total dipshits, how are you?”

“i’m okay. i’m just- actually really nauseous. i’m not sure if it’s because of my nerves, or whatever…” you trail off, leaning against the warm brick wall next to the phone. the sunset beams against the side of your face.

“nauseous? go buy some soda and a snack. are you sure you’re okay?” steve’s voice grows concerned.

“yeah, yeah.” you laugh.

“i love you.”

“i love you. talk to you later?” you hum.

“yes, i’ll talk to you later.” he confirms.

you sigh before hanging up the phone and walking into the gas station. you grab some chips and a soda before walking down another aisle. you spot condoms, smiling to yourself as memories with steve replay in your head.

your eyes spot a box of generic pregnancy tests, blinking at it as you zone out. when was your last period?

each one of your fingers tap the your thumb as you count the days in your head, “shit.” you hiss under your breath. you snatch the box off the shelf, peeking over the aisles to make sure none of your family is inside. you quickly check out at the front and tuck the box deep in your backpack.

“i’m guessing steve’s still okay?” will makes a dig at you as you walk up to the parked cars.

“shut up.” you grumble and hop into jonathan’s car, buckling yourself in. your mom shrugs at will’s protests against your attitude and shoos him and eleven into the truck as jonathan climbs in beside you.

“what’s going on?” he asks as his hand turns the key to start the engine.

“i’m fine. just drive.”

your brother grumbles something to himself before pulling off behind the moving truck.

a few more hours pass by, the time being sucked up by multiple power naps and a few mixtapes. you can’t help but worry about anything you could possible think of. your brain convinces what you’re experiencing is motion sickness, or maybe you’re just steve-sick. your heart aches for him, all you want to do is be with him. maybe you made the wrong choice, maybe you should have just stayed in hawkins.

finally, you reached california. you pull out your camera, snapping a photo of the state sign as you drive past it. you can’t believe this is actually happening right now.

you lean back in your seat, watching the trees and other cars fly past your window. soon, the sounds of tires on the pavement lulls you to sleep.

“hey, wake up.” someone shakes your shoulder, making you jolt awake with your fists up in attack mode. it’s just eleven.

“we’re here.” she gives you a sad smile before reaching a hand out to help you out of the car.

“thanks, el.” you mumble as she hoists you up. your eyes instantly take in the much larger home, the sun is warm but the air is refreshing. the tall palm trees above you rustle in the west coast air.

all five of you instantly make yourselves at home throughout the few first weeks. you unpack and set up your room. not without a polaroid of you and steve on your beside table- and also a few tacked to your wall- and on your desk. let’s just say, there’s a lot of reminders of hawkins in your room.

you’ve begun to worry about your nausea that comes and goes, and is especially worse in the mornings. the pregnancy test box sits hidden in the original plastic bag in your bathroom cupboard. you refuse to look at it because you’re not pregnant. at least, that’s what you tell yourself. you end up confiding to your mom about you being sick, but she also agrees it’s just you being homesick and missing your boyfriend.

speaking of your boyfriend, you and steve talk so much. in the morning, during the day whenever you need to tell him something new happened in your life, and right before bed. sometimes, you both even fall asleep on the phone.

you’ve started a new job at a nearby bookstore. which isn’t terrible since you get to see what freaky novels people are purchasing. one day, when you’re stocking the new books in the fantasy section, a title catches your eye. ‘dungeons and dragons.’

from the mention of the game, something twirls uncomfortably in your belly. flashes of your home life rolls behind your eyes, playing d&d with your brother and his dumb friends. your feet instinctively take you to the bathroom, sprinting through the aisles of books with a wild look in your eye.

you barely make it to the toilet, hurling up the contents of your lunch in the porcelain bowl. god, you hate puking. panic settles in your chest, this time just feels different from the others. whether you’ve puked because of an excessive amount of alcohol or a stomach bug- this time contrasts to the others. you can feel it in your gut. (no pun intended)

your manager, thankfully, let’s you go home early to rest. jonathan, eleven and will are at school and your mom is most likely running errands, so you have the house to yourself. you decide it’s time to take the pregnancy test. just to soothe your mind, not because you actually think you’re pregnant…

you read the instructions over and over, until you finally give up and pee on the damn stick. you cover the soiled part and lay it on your bathroom counter. it’ll be negative, you guys used protection every time.

every. single. time.

you pace in your bathroom as you replay every instance you’ve had sex with steve in your head. vividly remembering each time he put a condom on. oh no, except one. your heart drops and your ears start to ring instantaneously. you can’t tell if you’re suffocating or having a heart attack.

oh god, you remember it was week you found out you were leaving, both of you were completely plastered. the memory fades in and out of your mind. you were at his parents house, drinking and watching a movie, ended up listening to some music and drinking some more. the memory jumps from dancing with him, to fucking on the couch, then in his bed.

your eyes glance down at the test, seeing there’s a line. your heartbeat drums in your ears as you grab it to bring it closer to your face. an evident pink plus sign is etched into the window.

you gulp down the rising bile in your throat, and throw the test away from you. it lands directly in the sink, clattering as it slides around.

“holy shit. no way. oh my god.” you ramble to yourself as you blindly stumble into your bedroom to your phone. you need to call steve.

the phone rings into your ear, hand shaking as you hold it up to your face. hot tears are already trailing down your cheeks as you drop down next to your bed.

“this is steve!” his happy voice chirps on the other end once he answers. your voice refuses to come out, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“hellllloooooo?”

“steve.” you croak out, voice shuddering expectantly.

he calls out your name, worry obvious in his tone. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“steve…” you whimper, shaking your head, “i’m…”

“baby what’s wrong? do i need to go to the airport and buy a goddamn plane ticket right now? seriously tell me what the hell is going on!”

“steve! i’m pregnant!” you blurt out, voice raising.

the line goes silent, and you don’t hear his breath anymore.

“steve?”

“you’re… pregnant?” his voice is hushed. you expected him to question you to see you’re prank if him, but he sounds quite serious.

“i’m pregnant.” you reassure.

“but… how? i- we always..” he stumbles over his words.

“the week before i left. we got drunk, and i think we might have forgotten…”

“forgot to wrap it before i tapped it, huh?” he chuckles softly on the other end.

“seriously?” you laugh through your tears, sniffling loudly.

“am i really gonna be a dad?” his voice perks up.

“i think so, yeah.” you mumble, hand resting on your belly. your head leans back against your bed.

“you’re in california. how is this going to work?” he breathes out.

“i’m going to come see you.”

and he does. he finds the next flight out to california from the indianapolis airport, and he’s there by the next day. you rush out of your house, stealing your moms keys.

“hey where are you going?” she whisper-shouts at you, holding her work phone away from her mouth.

“picking up steve!” you groan as you slip on your sneakers.

“what?! steve? i-i gotta go.” she talks to the person on the phone and hangs it up. your mom stands up from her desk to walk towards you as she talks, “steve? i didn’t know he was coming! i mean- i- look at this place! it’s a mess!” she talks with her hands as she looks around.

“he’s doesn’t care. i need to go.” you lean forward to peck her cheek before running out of the house. you completely ignore her protests as you hop in her car. you take off towards the airport, thankfully it’s not far away.

you pull your car next into the arriving lane, parking your car on the side where people are flooding out. you jump out to stand on the curb, eyes scanning the swarm of travelers, looking for his infamous hair.

“oh my god.” you mumble once you see a glimpse of his face. you start to sprint, dodging multiple people and hopping over luggages.

“steve!” you screech, his head whips towards your voice. his round eyes widen, mouth turning up into the biggest grin. he drops his bag and sprints towards you, his body softly collides into yours.

your hands fist his tee shirt under his jacket, gripping the fabric desperately. you breathe in, taking in the scent of his cologne. the one you’ve grown accustomed to, the one you missed so much. his hand cups the back of your head as you smoosh your face into his chest.

finally, you grow enough courage to look up at him. he’s still your pretty boyfriend, standing in the glory of all his freckles and bronzed skin. “hey, there’s my baby.” he mumbles, his chocolatey eyes glance over your face.

“still as beautiful as always.” he presses his lips to yours sweetly before pulling away. his other hand gently caresses your lower back, “i missed you so much.” you voice shakily breathes out against his lips.

steve taps your butt softly before his hand slips between your bodies, resting on your belly. “my sweethearts. my babiessssss.” he says in a sing song voice.

your hormonal emotions take over, tears instantly springing to your eyes. “i’m so scared.” you admit.

steve’s eyes look down at you pitifully, giving you a sad smile. “everything will be okay. i promise you, i won’t let you do anything without me by your side. i’ll fucking move here if you want me to.” he laughs, squeezing your hip for comfort.

“i love you so much.” you sniffle. steve brings his sleeve up to your eyes to wipe your tears. “wanna go tell your mom now? like we planned, yeah?”

you nod silently, slipping your hand into his. he grabs his luggage and loads it into your car, before getting in the passenger seat. the whole ride, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. whether it was holding your thigh, your hand, or rubbing your belly.

once you pull into your driveway, you see that the pizza van is parked in the grass. which means, jonathan’s stoner friend is here and the kids are home.

“surfer boy pizza?” steve almost laughs.

“jonathan’s friend. he drives them everywhere. all they do is smoke weed.” you grumble and get out of the car.

“smoke weed?!” steve follows you, face screwed up with confusion and mostly shock.

“steve?” eleven’s voice sounds. she’s standing on the porch, staring at you both.

“hey, kid!” he rests his arm over your shoulders as he walks up to her with you.

“is this a… surprise?” her statement sounds more like a question.

“yeah.” steve glances at you, “well! we got some more surprises, let’s go inside.” you mumble, leading her through the front door.

the smell of pizza instantly hits your face, “hey guys! oh, steve! it’s so nice to see you! look at you!” joyce exclaims as she hands a paper plate full of food to will.

“oh hey, bro-chacho’s!” argyle’s eyes are hooded as he sits at the dining room table, waving slowly to you. jonathan just nods at steve’s presence as he shoves food into his mouth.

“wow, they’re totally baked.” steve chuckles in your ear.

“el, come get some pizza!” your mom calls for the girl standing behind you.

“okay, guys. can everyone stop eating for a second? we have something to tell everyone.” you call out over the chaos.

all eyes are now on you and steve.

“uh oh, bro.” argyle blurts out.

you can feel your chest constructing with anxiety, but steve continues to rub comforting circles into your shoulder.

“are you guys getting married?!” eleven shouts a question at you from the table, pure fear in her expression.

“uhm- no…” you clear your throat, looking up at steve who’s beaming down at you.

“maybe…” he whispers into your ear secretly, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“i’m… i’m…” you take a shaky breath before continuing, “i’m pregnant.”

everything goes silent, even the loud chewing sounds emitting from the two stoners.

“pregnant?” your mom is the first one to speak.

jonathan swallows his chewed up pizza that’s sitting in his mouth, “congrats, sis.” he continues to eat nonchalantly next to a quiet argyle. a sight you haven’t seen before.

“why didn’t you tell me?” your mom is on the verge of crying.

“steve is going to be the… papa?” eleven asks will, and your little brother vigorously nods his head as he stares at you and steve.

steve gulps as joyce grows closer to you both, “mom. i should’ve told you earlier, i’m sorry. i just got so nervous.”

“don’t be nervous, honey. everything will be… uhm- fine.” she nods to herself, her hands grabbing yours to hold.

“mrs. byers…” your mom gives steve a look, “sorry.. joyce. i just want you to know that your daughter means a lot to me, and so does this baby. i will make sure they’re both looked after, and i’ll be by her side through everything.”

joyce stares at him with a look you can’t decipher before she surprisingly pulls him into a hug, “you’re such a good kid. thank you, thank you, thank you! you guys are so cute together, and i’m gonna be a grandma!” she squeals happily, stepping back to look at you both.

“you guys want to eat now?” she starts to walk away towards the numerous pizza boxes.

you glance at steve who shrugs with a little smile that says, “your mom took that better than i thought.”

having steve by your side while you broke the news to your family truly kept you sane. you can’t help but imagine what he’ll be like when you’re in labor nine months down the road. most likely erratic, but in the best way possible. you gaze up at your boyfriend who’s chowing down on pizza, and he raises his eyebrows at you from your staring. you know he’s going to be the best dad ever, just by how he cares for all the kids and protects them.

it’s hard to put into words, how much love is shared between you both. steve harrington fell for you even harder than he could’ve ever imagined. what was just a simple friendship in kindergarten, blossomed into something so much better. now you’re starting a little family with him, and everything seems to be falling into place.

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