#steve harrington x pregnant reader

[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.

[daddyharrington]

hey babes, just throwing this out here bc it feels like I’ve officially hit the bottom of the steve x pregnant reader barrel. if there are any fics you feel like I should read/add to this blog PLS do a girl a favor and share em

hope you’re all having a lovely sunday night, k thx xx

[mara-and-its-the-same]

I love this so much, I read it like a month ago or something but I’m on a dad!steve kick so I found it again and I have to tell you it’s so lovely

He’s so caring and so wonderful and I love the way you write him <<<333

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.

[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

[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 💖

[luveline]

For your kisses before dinner au, can I request a late night moment, not nsfw or anything just what their evenings are like? ty🧡

ty for ur request!! kisses before dinner ♡ pregnant!reader

You and Steve lie shoulder to shoulder in the dark. 

"You think they're sleeping?" you whisper. 

"I have no clue." 

You're both too terrified to move. Any noise at all risks waking up the girls. If you can avoid waking them up, there's a possibility that you and Steve might get some time alone. 

You have as many little ones as you do because you love them, everything about them, at all times of day. And sure, they exhaust you, but you wouldn't have had them if you couldn't handle it. If you couldn't manage the bad with the good.

You want to curl into a ball on top of him but the distension of your stomach makes it difficult. Baby bumps are made for homing and protection, they aren't super super fragile, but you've always been cautious and that isn't gonna change anytime soon. 

"I miss being able to lie on top of you," you confess. 

"You still could. Back to my chest," he offers. 

"Not the same." 

"If you loved me, you'd use me like a mattress topper." 

You fit together well when you're on top. Cheek to cheek, legs between his legs. Sometimes you hook a thigh up over one of his hips. It can't be comfortable for him and he's never complained, not once in all the years you've loved him. 

It's super Steve of him. He whines about all the wrong things. 

Case in point. "Are you gonna lie on me or am I dragging you?" 

"Can you? I'm too heavy." 

Steve scoffs. No matter what weight you are, pregnant or not, he insists that you're never 'too' anything. "Would you quit it?" 

"I don't want to lie on you like that. I miss being able to-" You shrug, tracing the barely illuminate line of his nose with loving eyes. "To cuddle like we're the same person." 

It's corny. Steve knows exactly what you mean. 

"We are the same person," he insists. He starts trying to turn your names into one, creating a hodgepodge of poorly strung syllables.

He has the unique ability to make you laugh at just about anything. He can get you giggling in the delivery room if he tries hard enough. 

You shift your arm where it's sandwiched so close to his and go searching for his outermost wrist, pulling it to your face for lazy kisses. His palm resting at your lips, you close your eyes and picture the face he's making. He's definitely turned his head to yours, giving you that "you're so crazy" expression he does, like he's startled you'd dote on him. 

"Wanna make out?" he asks. 

You're about to say yes when footsteps sound.

Steve eases up onto his elbow to kiss you sweetly, too quickly, before he takes the end of the blankets into his hand and pulls them over your heads. 

You know exactly who it is from the footsteps alone. Avery pushes open the door, and she sounds almost shy as she whispers, "Are you still awake?" 

"We're sleeping," Steve says back. You laugh as quietly as you're able to, tummy trembling under his hand with the motion. 

"I want to talk to you." 

That's not so funny. Steve moves the blankets back down. "About what, Avey-bear?" 

She's hard to make out in the dark, not with the light from the hallway at her back. You can see her hair, it's bed head frizz, and the ruffles of her nightie at her knees. 

"About anything." 

You snort. All your worry turns to amusement, and affection, and you make space between you and Steve immediately. You move too fast. 

"Be careful," Steve says to you softly, prompted by your little breathless sigh. Lately, your back has felt super sore, like somebody's taken to it with a meat tenderiser. 

"Come and sit with us," you tell Avery. 

She races around to your side and waits for you to pick her up. You would, of course, and you'd hug her to death as soon as she was in your arms, but you'd really hurt yourself somehow and you don't want to make it worse. 

"Come round to my side," Steve says. 

You smile at her unimpressed expression, "I can't move too much. Baby's kicking my spine." 

She gawps at you, tiny white teeth shining like pearls. "She's what?" 

It's important to note that you don't know the baby's gender. Avery says 'she' because her dad does. That, and it must make sense to her — Avery has felt the little kicking feet of two sisters before. It's sad, and silly, but for a split second you feel sorry that the only people who'd ever felt her kick were you and Steve. It had been one of the best (and then quickly one of the most agitating) feelings in the world. 

Avery, big sister extraordinaire, and biggest, bestest eldest daughter they ever made, climbs up onto the bed by herself and positions her face carefully over the hill of your baby bump. "You have to be nice," she whisper passionately, "you're hurting mom." 

You stroke her forehead. "Baby can't help it. She's growing." 

"You said 'she,'" Steve coos. 

"It's easier." You're not sure at all what the baby is. You have no premonitions. No inkling of one guess or another. 

"She," Steve says, "really can't help it Avery, but you're a good girl for trying to protect mom." 

"Thank you," you say, cupping her cheek. 

"You're welcome," she says. 

You're the kind of mom that some little kids can't abide — all you want, all the time, are hugs. You steal them at breakfast and lunch and dinner, in the car, in the garden, in the supermarket. You love to move in behind them and cuddle their unsuspecting shoulders. Lucky for you, they've all grown to return the same affection. Avery, amazingly careful of your stomach, crawls the rest of the way up the bed to the pillows and lays down curled toward you, pulling your arm to her chest for a hug. 

Steve moves onto his side and sidles up behind her. He moves his arm over your two bodies, his hand over your shoulder, his eyes glued to your face. 

"We've done this before," he murmurs. 

You and Steve and Avery and an unnamed baby. 

"Do you think your sisters are sleeping?" you ask. 

"Mm, Beth is snoring again," she complains. 

"Dove isn't this quiet when she's awake," Steve says. 

"Guess it's just you with us tonight, beautiful," you say, pulling the covers over Avery's shoulder. Swimming in bed sheets, she beams at you, really smiles, and her face seems like it's nearly too small to hold a happy that big. 

"What did you want to talk about?" you ask. 

"Everything." 

Steve closes his eyes and pushes his face into the back of her head. You wrap your arm over Avery to bracelet his arm with your fingers. If you're clinging too tight, he doesn't complain. 

[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.”

[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’

[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

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

steddie x afab!reader with a newborn headcanons

summary: steve and eddie’s baby girl is born and they won’t let her out of their sight

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labor/birth, their daughter is named sophia (sophie) because that’s what me and my gf want to name our future daughter if we have one so i’m sorry if that’s your name, mentions of smut

part one | part three

wanna support me? buy me a ko-fi

you live in hawkins in the 80s, so poly relationships are pretty uncommon and frowned upon. to make things easier usually only one of them goes to your appointments with you

before you found out the baby’s gender, everyone started making bets (it started by steve saying he knew it was a girl because of something he read in a parenting book about the way you were carrying)

(yes, steve buys parenting books. although a lot of the time he disagrees with what the books say to do so,, what’s the point of buying them?)

it was eddie’s turn to go to your appointment with you and he got so excited when he found out you were having a girl !!!

“i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

he’s so happy about it that you let him tell steve, and that conversation is actually the cutest thing ever, seeing them both smiling so widely and eddie bouncing up and down as he shares the news :((

surprisingly, labor was fairly easy for you and luckily there were no complications

(cue your two overprotective boyfriends panicking, while you have to be the calm one even though you’re the one in labor)

ten hours later and your little girl was born <33

it was obvious that she was eddie’s biologically because she was born with a full head of dark curls and his features mixed with yours, but steve didn’t care

she was still just as much his daughter as yours and eddie’s

everyone comes to the hospital to meet baby sophia munson <333

only dustin actually gets to hold her since mike and lucas and robin are all freaked out at the idea of holding a baby

steve already has pretty bad insomnia, so he’s always awake when sophie wakes up crying

she loves eddie playing guitar and singing for her, and you joke that she remembers it from during your pregnancy

eddie brings home this baby onesie

that starts his obsession with finding metal clothes for her. he gets her a leather jacket to match with him, cute little clothes with skull patterns, and even makes her a mini hellfire shirt

waking up in the morning surprised that you woke up naturally and not from sophie crying, and walking into her room to see steve talking to her and she’s giggling :(((

if you get postpartum body dysmorphia, they will not stop complementing you. “obviously your body looks different, you gave birth to a living, breathing human” and “you’re so strong and beautiful and amazing” and “we’re so lucky to have you, love” and “you’re so gorgeous”

calling sophie their princess and you their queen/king

she adores when eddie tells her stories. even if she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s dramatic and makes funny voices and big gestures that make her smile so wide

the “mom steve” jokes triple now that he actually has a kid

steve starts to learn now to do different types of braids and long hair hairdos. he practices on you (if you have long enough hair) and eddie

“i have to be ready for when she’s older! who else will do it? clearly i’m the only one who should be in charge of teaching her proper hair care”

for the first two months after giving birth you refrain from having sex at doctor’s recommendation (you still enjoy watching them tho)

having your first date night since giving birth and leaving sophie with max (who wont admit that she likes the responsibility) and having the house to yourselves

they eat you out until your thighs shake from overstimulation, then take turns fucking you

[cherubcameron]

You can feel yourself almost floating away, Robin is looking at you. But you’re having trouble reading her face. The stick is in your hand, and you can’t believe there’s a plus sign.

“Oh my gosh, you’re-.” Robin tries to say but the words don’t come out.

“Pregnant.” You say, finishing off her words for her. You sit down on the tile floor, feeling a bit numb. It’s not that you didn’t want a baby. But this was—too soon.

“What are you going to say to Steve? He should know—“

“No I agree. I just, I just need to process this first.” You say, trying to ground yourself. Trying to breath because you were still too young to have a baby. And your parents— what were they going to say?

It took you two weeks to finally tell Steve. You could see the way Robin had been fighting with herself to not say anything. And you were thankful she was doing a good job. But you were ready, you had a tiny human growing inside of you. One, you and Steve had created.

When you had found him, he was busy eating his lunch. Reading pieces of paper, probably having something to do with work. You approach him slowly but like always, he could hear the sound of your footsteps and know it was yours.

“Baby?” His face turning to see you. A smile grew on his face and he instantly dropped the pages back on the table. “What are you doing here?”

“I have to talk to you. It’s important.” His face scans you from head to toe. A small panic look reaches his face but he swallows and nods.

“Yeah, baby sure. It’s not—it’s not bad is it? I’ve been a good boyfriend? Right?”

“Of course you have. Steve, it’s about something else. And it’s nothing bad.”

He lets out a breath of relief and lets you talk.

“Well, remember the night I spend at your house. When we uh-.”

A small grin finally seeps onto his face and he nods again.

“Yeah I do, I had you scream-“ You hit him lightly on the shoulder and he lets out a little chuckle.

“What about it? You want another roun-.”

“Steve! Oh my god!” You say, he lets out a laugh and is staring at you with so much love. You feel like you can become one with it.

“Soo?”

“So, I was feeling nauseous a couple of days after. Well a week or so, and at first I chalked it up to nothing. Then I missed my period and obviously that’s not normal.” He’s following everything you’re saying and his brows crinkle. But still he doesn’t seem to catch on.

“I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. Plus I saw a doctor to make sure. I’m—pregnant.”

Steve’s face goes through so many emotions and finally it lands onto excitement. One minute you’re on the chair next to his. The next he’s spinning you around in his arms.

“You’re pregnant! Oh my- I’m going to be a dad?” Tears are falling from your eyes but not because of sadness. Or fear. You simply nod and he plants a rough kiss on your lips.

“I’m going to be a dad! And you’re going to a mom. Baby, I love you.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

He gives you another kiss, this one more gentler. His big hand wrapped around the back of your neck. A big smile upon his face. You were going to be parents. And you couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be parents with.

[harrywavycurly]

Now i wanna know how you’d do Steve getting told he’s gonna be a dad after a one night stand because he’d handle it so different than Eddie🥹🥹😍

Hiii babes!! So I don’t know why in this one I went more like you and Steve are friends with benefits kinda sorta and you’re besties with Eddie. Don’t ask why it’s just where my mind went 😂🙈 so enjoy💖

-masterlist here

*You have something you need to talk to Steve about and he just wants to see if this sweatshirt is yours*

[urhoneycombwitch]

thinking some thoughts about Dad!Steve

he wants kids so bad and his baby fever gets crazy the older he gets, especially as his Kids™ start to grow up and graduate and live their own lives so he's basically a 25 year old empty nester vibrating in his skin when he sees a baby in the grocery store or a little kid getting ice cream in their little baseball gear

he reads baby books and the like "What to do when you're expecting" pregnancy advise books, even before having the serious conversation with his partner that he'd like to start trying. I think it settles in pretty quick for him that even though he supplies half of the DNA, he doesn't actually do any work during the 9+ months of pregnancy and he really buckles down to help as much as he can. You ever watch Father of the Bride 2 when Steve Martin takes care of his girls and has the house the perfect temperature even though he's freezing and runs around all over town at different shops for takeout cravings? Yeah, that's Steve. Reader can't eat certain foods due to them making her nauseous/for health reasons like gestational diabetes? Steve isn't eating them either. Like he's fully committed to suffering alongside his partner and doing everything he can for them because he got them pregnant and that's his love, why wouldn't he??

And oooh, he does not stand for anyone putting down his partner and/or the baby? He lets his parents into that part of his life as a second chance, but the moment his mom or dad start to become monster in laws- nope! He packs everyone up in the car and cuts his parents out because no way are you gonna fuck up being a grandparent/in-law like you fucked up being a parent. Like he absolutely takes no shit when it comes to the people he loves.

He's just so Househusband/Dad like that's his destined role and he's so excited to fill it. Some people have dreams about riches and big houses, but he'd trade all that in a heartbeat for a family of his own - a house full of giggles and stains instead of pricey things just for decoration.

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[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." 

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

My Sweetest Downfall - Chapter Five

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Work Summary:

Eddie’s back from the Upside Down, but things aren’t exactly how he left them. Hawkins is in pieces, his friends are scattered and the love of his life is… pregnant?

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Chapters:Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2364

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Notes:

BIG WARNINGS ON THIS ONE for abusive parents, physical violence, choking, medical stuff, torture. To avoid spoilers, there are more details in notes at the bottom of the post if you want to know more before reading.

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~ TWO MONTHS EARLIER ~

When you awoke the next morning, it was to the smell of breakfast cooking. Confused, you checked the clock. Steve was supposed to be at work. Had he taken the day off?

You pulled on a dressing gown and made your way downstairs. To your surprise, your father was sitting at the dining table, his newspaper open, but as you entered, he set it down.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said, smiling at you. You just blinked at him. “Your mother is making breakfast. Why don’t you sit down?”

Slowly, you sat down at the table. It was laid for three, with a jug of orange juice in the middle. A moment later, your mom appeared with a large stack of blueberry pancakes.

“Good, you’re up,” she said, setting the pancakes on the table. She put a couple of them on your plate, and then poured some juice into your glass.

Your heart was pounding. The last time your mother had cooked you breakfast had been your twelfth birthday. You had a bad feeling about this. But then she smiled at you, and your heart clenched. For a brief moment, you remembered what it was to be a little girl who just wanted her mommy.

Did you dare hope that this wasn’t some ploy? Could it be that now you were having a baby, your parents were trying to mend bridges?

“Thanks, mom,” you said.

“I booked you an appointment at the clinic today,” said your father, taking his own stack of pancakes.

You frowned. “What clinic?”

“A women’s health clinic, obviously.”

Your gut twisted. “I don’t want to- I’m not going to-”

Your father raised a hand. “Relax. It’s just a routine check-up. I want to make sure my baby girl is getting the best care there is.”

You hadn’t been his baby girl in a very long time. “I already have a doctor.”

“Well, regardless, I’ve asked around and this guy is definitely the best. We’re sparing no expense here. Understood?”

“… Yes, dad.”

After breakfast, you showered and dressed – a habit you were still struggling to create – and then got into the car with your parents.

They were both quiet for most of the drive, which suited you just fine. The clinic was twenty minutes from your home, in another of Hawkins’ deeply suburban neighbourhoods.

The waiting room was empty. As the nurse called your name for your appointment, both of your parents stood up too.

“Oh, I think I can handle this part by myself,” you said. “Thanks, though.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said your father in a tone that brooked no argument. “We’re coming in with you.” It was evident you wouldn’t be able to stop him.

In the consulting room, the doctor welcomed the three of you in.

“Your father has already informed me all about your case,” he reassured you. You were not reassured.

You glanced at the examination bed in the middle of the room. It had stirrups attached. You felt a sinking in your stomach.

“Take these,” said the doctor, handing you a small cup full of pills.

“What are they?”

“Painkillers. They’ll make the procedure much easier for you.”

“Procedure?” Your hands were trembling now.

“The termination,” he said, as if it were obvious.

“I don’t- I’m not-”

Your father shifted over to sit down beside you and gripped your arm tight enough to hurt. “There, there, sweetheart,” he said through gritted teeth. “It’ll all be over soon, and you won’t have to worry about this little problem anymore.”

“You’re hurting me.” You could barely breathe. You tried to pull your arm out of his grip but he held fast.

So you did the only thing you could think of. You tipped the little cup of pills into your mouth. Your dad’s grip loosened.

“Alright, now please remove your clothes and put on this gown,” said the doctor, laying a hospital gown on the edge of the examination bed. “And then get up on the bed, with your feet in the stirrups.”

“Can I please use the restroom first?” you asked, trying not to garble the words around the mouthful of painkillers.

“Of course. It’s down the hall, on the right.”

“I’ll come with you, dear,” said your mom, but you were already out the door.

“Sorry, emergency,” you said. “Gotta poop real bad.” That stopped her in her tracks. As casually as you could, you walked back towards the reception area, straight past the restrooms. The receptionist didn’t even look up as you walked back out into the parking lot.

Well.

Now what?

Your dad’s car was still parked in its spot, but there’s no way he wouldn’t have taken his keys with him. If Eddie was here, he could’ve shown you how to hotwire it.

Eddie.

Your heartstrings tugged at you, reminding you of the reason you were here. This baby was yours and Eddie’s, and there wasn’t a force in this world that could take it away from you. You turned and spat out the painkillers into a plant pot next to the clinic door.

You knew that you didn’t have long. Any moment, your parents would be bursting through that door to drag you back into the clinic, and who knows what would happen then?

With the amount of money your father had at his disposal, you couldn’t be sure that the staff of the clinic wouldn’t turn a blind eye to the situation, and perform the procedure without your consent. The thought was enough to get you moving.

You started to run. There was a strip mall about a mile from here, and they would surely have a payphone you could use.

As soon as you were around the corner, away from the clinic, you slowed to a fast walk. Your side was already burning, although you’d only run fifty yards or so. The extra weight of your pregnancy was taking its toll on you.

At any moment, you were sure that you would hear your parents’ voices chasing you, or perhaps their car coming up on you from behind. You weaved through the side streets, desperate to make sure they weren’t tailing you. Thankfully, that moment never came.

You made it to the strip mall in twenty minutes, panting and exhausted. If you’d had any breath left, you would’ve sighed in relief when you saw the phone booth.

It was only once you’d made it inside that you realised how badly you were shaking. You had no money on you, so you punched in the numbers to make a collect call.

“Hello, Family Video?” To your great relief, it was Steve who answered the phone. He sounded confused, no doubt because of the collect call. You hoped he didn’t get in trouble for accepting the charges.

“Steve,” you said, and then burst into tears. He said your name, sounding confused and worried. In between sobs, you explained to him what had happened.

“Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up.” You gave him your location. “I’ll be right there, I promise. Ten minutes, tops. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He made it to you in seven minutes. You had never been so glad to see anyone in your life as when his car pulled up beside the bench you were sitting on.

You pushed down on the bench to get up, and managed to stand just as Steve reached you, wrapping you up in a tight hug. His face was still bruised from your dad’s fist. Anger flared in you again, but quickly burned away into despair.

“Steve-” You tried to speak, but it just came out as a choked up sob. He clung to you, encircling you with his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should never have left you alone with them.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes, setting his hands on your shoulders. “I want to promise you something. You’re not gonna have to raise your baby in that house, under our parents’ thumbs, okay? I’m gonna ask for a raise. I’ll get a second job if I have to. And we’ll get an apartment, just you and me. And we won’t have to answer to anyone.”

You let out another sob and wrapped your arms around him.

~ PRESENT DAY ~

A switchboard had been set up in Hopper’s cabin. It was somewhere that was far from the action, to keep it safe, and any population centres, to avoid civilian casualties. The doors and windows were all boarded up, and there was a decent supply of weapons here, in the event that Vecna did find you.

Hopper knew, as you all did, that left to their own devices, the kids would get themselves in trouble. They hated being left out of the action. That was why you and Eddie were staying with them. You were letting them man the switchboard so that you could all keep in contact, and so that they would feel useful.

Dustin was a whizz with electronics anyway. This was the best place for him.

The only child not under your care right now was Eleven, because she was needed elsewhere. She was your one chance at taking down Vecna, but she wouldn’t have to do it alone.

Hopper had brought in the police force to assist in this foray into Vecna’s realm. Steve was out there too, with Robin, and Nancy, and Jonathan, and every other person who had been caught up in the web of the Upside Down. Hop had promised you that he would keep your brother safe.

Your pregnancy was a good reason to keep you out of harm’s way. No one had said it, but Eddie was pretty sure that he was being kept here, away from the fighting, because Hopper didn’t fully trust him yet. He supposed that he couldn’t blame him.

Everyone else was part of a complex plan to draw Vecna out, distract him, or destroy him. Eddie hadn’t been paying all that much attention. He knew his part. You and he would guard the switchboard, protect the kids, and stay safe.

Your arm curled around your stomach as Dustin sat at the switchboard, relaying instructions between the teams. Eddie wondered if you would let him touch you right now. He really wanted to put his arms around you and assure you that everyone was going to be okay, even if he didn’t believe it himself.

Of course, you’d see right through him. You always did.

Your posture was uninviting. You were tilted away from him, your arms resting on your knees, staring off into space. Eddie raised a hand, tentatively reaching out for you, and then withdrew it suddenly.

The thought of your rejection was too painful. He’d rather delude himself that you’d welcome his touch and never have that belief challenged.

So he went and sat down by Max and Lucas instead. Lucas eyed him with annoyance. Max turned to face him, unseeing. He realised, belatedly, that she had no way of knowing it was him.

“Hey Max,” he said, watching as the recognition flickered across her face. “Sinclair.” Lucas nodded at him.

“Why aren’t you talking to your girlfriend?” asked Lucas, sounding pissed off. Eddie had interrupted his conversation with Max. The shine of being newly returned from the dead had clearly already faded.

“Don’t be a dick,” Max snapped. “He can come talk to us if he wants.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, by the way,” Eddie interjected.

Lucas snorted. “You got her pregnant.”

“You don’t have to be boyfriend-girlfriend for that.”

“Gross.”

“And does everyone know that the baby is mine? Did she tell you all?”

“Well, whose else would it be?” asked Max, as if it was a given that you hadn’t slept with anyone else.

Eddie thought about that for a moment. He knew you didn’t date much, and you’d slept with a couple of people before him, but there was no one else in your life that seemed to be a likely candidate.

“We all figured something like this would happen eventually,” said Lucas, shrugging. “You two used to be around each other, like, all the time.”

“And you were always making gooey eyes at each other,” came Erica’s voice from over his shoulder. He jumped, almost knocking into her. “Watch it!”

“I- We do not make gooey eyes.”

“Sure, you don’t.” She rolled her eyes at him. He was about to respond when activity by the switchboard distracted him.

He tuned in just in time to hear Steve say, “We’ve crossed the gate, but this whole place seems… empty?” His voice crackled through the speakers.

“We’re at the Creel house,” came Joyce’s reply. “And it’s empty too. No vines. No dogs. No bats.”

Eddie took a step towards the switchboard and stumbled. There was something wrong. A sudden pain shot through his eyeballs. He doubled over, clutching his head.

“Eds?” You rushed to his side, but he was already gone.

As the pain ripped through him, it all came back.

Vines sewing up his broken body. Agony as he was contorted this way and that. Vecna’s voice always in his ear.

He had been in the Upside Down for months. He had been Vecna’s personal project. Vecna tore him apart and put him back together more times than he could count. That was how he’d survived. Vecna had healed his body so that he could torture it some more.

No, it can’t have been just that. There must’ve been another reason. He tried to think, but the pain was blinding. Someone was clawing at his arms. His muscles were tensed.

“You’re going to be my little puppet, aren’t you, Edward?” Vecna’s voice was cold and low in his ear, so close that it was almost real, and Eddie snapped back into himself.

Multiple pairs of hands were grabbing at his arms, trying to pull him away or incapacitate him. He blinked, refocusing on what was happening in the room. You were laying beneath him, your eyes watering, bruises on your neck in the shape of his hands.

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Notes:

Warnings for parents attempting to coerce/force reader into getting an abortion, mind control, domestic abuse-adjacent stuff (although Eddie isn't in control of his actions)

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