Steve Harrington x Munson!reader
Concept from @reddir14
Summary- Reader is Eddie’s little sister, she’s dating Steve but lives with Eddie and Wayne. Reader and Steve just had a baby girl a few weeks prior to when story takes place. Reader is really struggling with new baby without Steve there to help all the time. Eddie steps up and helps his little sister with her newborn baby.
WARNINGS- reader has a breakdown, reader thinks she's a bad mother, crying Eddie being a total sweetheart
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Eddie closed the door behind his four-year-old son and ex-fiance, sighing heavily. He walked away from the door, going to lock himself in his room like he did every time his little boy left. He didn’t get to see the little mini-me often, seeing how the boys' mother moved them out of state to be closer to her family. Eddie really fought her on the matter, but she still moved them, much to his dismay.
Y/N woke with a start, hearing the front door close, knowing right away that Ozzy (Eddie’s little boy) was gone. It made her sad, knowing she wouldn’t see the little ray of sunshine for several months. It made her even sadder knowing Ozzy wouldn’t see his only cousin, her three-week-old daughter, Cecilia, for several months. Y/N also knew that Eddie would be upset for the next few days. He rarely got to see his little boy and it made living with his younger sister and her new baby that much harder. The metalhead was still with his fiance when Ozzy was born, but they split not long after his first birthday. Eddie had found out the mother of his baby had been cheating on him for well over three years. He had even questioned if little Ozzy was his baby, but a paternity test proved him to be the father without a doubt, and especially when the boy got older, looking just like his father. He had the same brown eyes, brown, curly hair, and the same way of talking. He was undeniably his boy, Amanda, his ex-fiance could deny it all she wanted, the test results were clear, and so was Ozzy being a little mini Eddie.
Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a screaming infant. The young mom takes a deep breath before getting out of bed and walking to the crib that is set against the wall across from her bed. She bends down to pick up the wailing baby, cradling her to her chest, trying her best to calm the infant. Y/N slowly walked back over to her bed, gently sitting down while she took off her top, trying her best to unclasp the nursing bra she was wearing so she could feed her baby. After struggling for several minutes to get the bra off, she carefully set baby Cecila down on her bed, picking her back up quickly once she got the clasp undone. She brought the still screaming infant up to her breast, letting her latch onto her, sighing out when the crying ceased, now only listening to the soft little coos the baby made as she fed from her mother.
While Cecilia drank, a knock sounded on the front door, catching Y/N’s attention. She groaned, quicking throwing a nursing blanket over her daughter and gingerly walking out of her room to open the front door.
When she opened the door, she was met with a smiling Steve, her boyfriend, and baby daddy (Steve hates when anyone calls him the baby daddy. He doesn’t want to be known as the baby daddy, seeing as he actually takes care of his daughter and her mother, instead of running off like most baby daddies do.). Y/N smiles tiredly up at her boyfriend, letting him lean in a press a tender kiss on her lips. “Good morning baby. How was your night?” He asks when he walks into the small trailer that she and Eddie lived in. Y/N pulls Cecila out from under the blanket when she feels her release her breast from her mouth, handing the baby over to her father to be burped and held while she pumped the rest of the milk she has in her breast, into a bottle.
“It was okay. Ozzy held her for a while before he went to bed. When Eddie handed her back to me is when she started screaming and crying. She cried for almost two hours until she wore herself out and fell asleep. Then she was up every other hour all night long. I think she just wanted you, but I couldn’t just go over to your place. I just don’t think she likes me. She’s only ever calm for you or Eds.” Y/N said, tearing up just slightly when she looked at how calm her baby was while she lay in her dad's arms.
“That’s not true Y/N. She can tell when you’re stressed out and it stresses her out. I feel terrible that I can’t be here but you know that I’m working extra shifts at the store so we can get our own place, so I’m never home. I’m just not comfortable leaving you home alone in that huge house with a baby. It makes me feel better knowing Eddie is here to help you when I’m not around. I’m sorry I’m not here to help you with Cecilia. I feel terrible leaving you alone with her.” Steve says, looking generally upset he couldn’t be there to help Y/N with the baby.
“I know you can’t be there to help, I’m just having a hard time with her is all,” Y/N says, blinking away the tears in her eyes. “How long do you have until you have to go to work?”
~*~
Eddie had just gotten home from shopping, bringing in the few bags full of food when he opened the door to be met with the screams of Cecilia and the crying sounds of Y/N. He freaks out just slightly inside when he can’t see the new mother-daughter pair, throwing the bags into the kitchen before walking back to his sister's room to find the girls there.
He walks into the room to find baby Cecelia on the bed, surrounded by pillows to make sure she didn’t go anywhere, crying and screaming her head off. Y/N sat on the floor, head in her hands as she sobbed into her hands. Eddie could see her shoulders shaking from her cries.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” Eddie asks, walking into the room carefully, not wanting to set off his overly emotional sister. Said girl is quick to shoot her head up, more tears welling in her eyes when she sees her older brother picking her daughter up, her cries stopping almost immediately.
“She hates me!” She cries, burying her head in her hands again.
“What are you talking about? Who hates you?” Eddie asks, gently sitting down on the floor next to his baby sister. He gently rocks the infant in his arms, back and forth, watching as her eyes close and she falls asleep.
“Cecilia hates me!” Y/N says, looking up at the now sleeping baby.
“What makes you say that?” Eddie asks gently, wanting to know why she would ever say that her own baby hates her.
“She just does! All she ever does when Steve or you aren’t here is cry! She’s only content and not screaming her head off when you or Steve is holding her. She hates me and I’m a terrible mother!” Y/N cries, looking up at Eddie with teary eyes.
“Cece doesn’t hate you! She loves you more than anything or anyone in this whole world. She just knows that you’re stressed and that makes her stressed. She’s fine with Steve and me because we’re not stressing or worrying when we’re holding her. She can tell when something is wrong. She doesn’t hate you Y/N/N.” Eddie says, pulling Cecila closer to his chest as he talks. “Here, I can watch her for awhile while you go and shower then sleep for a few hours. I know you’re still healing from having her. I also know you’re exhausted and need some sleep. And when you wake up, I’ll teach you a few things I learned from when Ozzy was a baby. Does that sound good to you?” Eddie asks, helping his little sister up off of the ground and gently pushing her to the bed with one hand, the other still holding up the baby. Y/N nods her head, falling onto the mattress. She covers herself up with the blanket and is quick to fall asleep. Eddie places a gentle kiss on the crown of her head before walking out of the room and out to the living room to cuddle with Cecilia.
~*~
When Y/N emerges from her room several hours later, her hair still wet from her shower, her eyes land on a sweet sight. In the living room, Eddie smiled down at his niece and he bounced her up and down, talking to Steve who sat in the recliner just a few feet away from him, a smile of his own on his face.
“I didn’t realize she was struggling so much with her. I was so busy with Ozzy while he was here and then being so depressed when he left I guess I didn’t bother to check on her. But today, when I saw her crying, I knew I had to step in and be the big brother I’ve always tried to be for her. And I didn’t realize how much I miss the infant stage. I love Ozzy and all, but I wish he was still a baby sometimes. I just can’t get enough of the baby cuddles!” Eddie said to Steve. Y/N tuned out the rest of what he was saying to watch him with Cecilia. He was a natural when it came to babies, but maybe that was just because he’s been a father for several years now and knows what he’s doing…
Eddie is quick to turn around when he hears the floor creak under Y/N’s feet, smiling at the young mother. He beckons her over to him, looking back down at his niece.
“I was just telling Steve that Cece seems to really like to be bounced slightly like this. How was your nap? I see you had a shower too.” Eddie says, looking back at his sister, watching as she just nods her head. “Alright! Parenting one-o-one is officially in session. Y/N, sit down on the couch and I’m going to teach you a few things about caring for a newborn.” Eddie says as he hands a very happy Cecilia over to her mother. Y/N cautiously takes the baby from her brother, cradling her to her chest. “Just relax, don’t stress out or worry, she can tell when you’re not happy.” Eddie says, smiling as Cece looks at her mother, giving her a gummy smile. Y/N can’t help but smile back down at her daughter, relieved she wasn’t crying the second she was placed down in her arms.
Y/N gazed down at the baby in her arms as she listened to Eddie talk, smiling at the faces her daughter was making. She had never seen her so happy while she laid in her arms, only ever seeing her crying. She could get used to this.
Yeah, this shouldn’t be that hard…
I loved your blurb on Chris x Reader with ADHD! Can you do one with the reader having bipolar disorder?
You bet-
Chris x partner with Bipolar Disorder:
It’s not an easy decision for you to tell him you have bipolar disorder, but he reacts calmly and acceptingly, easing your nerves.
First and foremost after that, he does a lot of research -- putting effort into understanding manic episodes, depressive episodes, triggers, etc.
He makes you feel comfortable enough where you can discuss with him indications of mood shifts and the coping skills you practice.
If he feels like you’re reluctant to talk to him, he makes sure to remind you he’s always there for you.
“You could never be a burden to me, sweetheart.”
Knowing stress is a common trigger, he respects when you want some time alone to meditate or do yoga, or however you practice relaxation.
Or you have a list of favorite movies that are sure to take your mind off of everything for awhile, and he never says no to a good movie.
He’s more than happy to exercise with you, or take a walk with you when you feel the need to be a little more active.
He surprises you with your favorite flowers, knowing the look and smell appeals to your senses in a way that will lift your mood.
Understanding there are times you feel too depressed to move, or other times you just need to cry, he’s right there to listen or to hold you and stroke your hair.
He gives you hand and foot massages when you want.
Since eating well helps your mood, one of your favorite things to do together is search for healthy recipes and cook meals together.
He doesn’t push you when you feel like you need to be alone though, sometimes leaving him to meet with family and friends by himself.
“It’s not you, I swear. I just don’t have the energy.”
“Hey, no. I know. I don’t want you to feel bad.”
When you’re having trouble falling asleep, he makes sure he’s not on his phone or laptop in bed.
He runs a bath for you using your favorite scents and playing slow music to help you relax.
You relish how perfectly you seem to fit at his side, head on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you.
If he wakes up before you, he makes sure not to disturb you, not wanting to mess up your routine.
Sometimes he leaves notes on your nightstand for you to wake up to.
“Good morning, beautiful. I have breakfast for you when you’re ready.”
He makes sure to never claim he knows exactly what you’re experiencing.
“I may not be able to understand exactly how you feel, but I care so much about you and want to support you in any way I can.”
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a/n: I’m absolutely not an expert on bipolar disorder. I just did a lot of reading before writing this. If anything seems off, let me know and I’ll be happy to rewrite or take it out.
Happiness Will Come To You.
I’ve had an idea - a gender reveal party for Steve and the single mom series (I was alive in the 80’s so I know they weren’t a thing back then, just baby showers) but the idea just came to me - Robin or Nancy would know the sex if the baby (thinking boy) and they would arrange the party. Totally understand if you think it’s a silly idea! (Congrats on almost 5000 followers btw!)
Thank you!
I really love this idea. Let’s just ignore the fact that gender reveal parties weren’t a thing yet and say they were for the sake of this cuteness! Funny you say a boy because…baby #3 as I’ve written in another fic, the one daydream they had (so I’m gonna write it like that) is going to turn out to be baby 3 AND 4. It’s twins!
Robin is definitely the head of this party, she would have an absolute BLAST planning it. Especially when she knows it’s twins (because they haven’t found out yet).
Imagine this is Steve when he finds out cause he’s SURE she’s fucking with them lol
Dad Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader Series masterlist
“Daddy, auntie Robin won’t tell me if the baby a boy or a girl!”
Abbie ran up to Steve, looking frustrated, her hands on her little hips. It made him chuckle cause damnit if she wasn’t a spitting image of him when he was frustrated.
He held Arabella on his hip while she was busy eating the snack that you’d given her earlier. So far today, she’d been wanting to cling to daddy, much to your relief. Your back was hurting enough between carrying a baby both inside you and on your hip.
“Abbie, that’s the point of the party,” he smiled, “We’re finding out if the baby is a boy or a girl. That’s why auntie Robin planned this party.”
“How we gonna find out?” she asked, confused.
“Well,” he said, shifting Arabella to his other hip, “You see the pretty cake over there?”
He pointed to the table where a bakery designed cake sat with other finger foods and refreshments. Robin had really outdone herself and had been so excited to plan this party. It wasn’t something Steve was familiar with, but Robin claimed gender reveal parties were the newest “thing”.
“Yes,” she nodded, “We’ll get to eat it, right?”
“Of course honey,” he smiled, “But that cake is important. Mommy will cut it open and the color of the inside will reveal the surprise of if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“So if it’s pink it means I’m right in thinking it’s a baby sister?” she asked.
“Mhm. Blue for a boy like mommy thinks.”
She scrunched up her nose.
“I don’t want a baby brother. Boys are icky.”
“Hey,” he mock pouted, “I’m a boy. You don’t like daddy?”
She sighed dramatically.
“That’s different daddy. You the only boy that’s not icky.”
“Let’s hope she still has the same attitude in about ten years,” Steve muttered as you passed by, catching the tail end of the conversation.
You snorted, giving him a look.
“If she’s as boy crazy as her mommy then you stand no chance of that, Steve,” you smirked.
He groaned, already dreading it.
“Stay four forever for me, sweetheart, okay?”
“Sure daddy!” she smiled, “So when do we eat cake?”
•
Robin was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, she was so excited.
“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep this secret? I’m dying already, cut the cake!”
Everyone had finally arrived and they all chuckled and smiled, agreeing to her sentiment. They were all eager to find out just as much as you and Steve were.
“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, grabbing the knife off the table.
Steve was at one side of you, baby free for a change. She was happily snuggling Joyce—no shock there. Abbie was on the other side of you, watching the cake intently like it would give her clues before you even cut it.
“Go for it, babe,” Steve said.
You made the first cut, pulling the knife out to see if you could spot any colored crumbs. All you spotted was the white icing that coated the outside and most likely the inside too. You made a second cut on the opposite side then slid the blade under the slice, pulling it out.
You blinked at it, not sure what you were seeing.
You heard one of your friends gasp.
“Holy shit.”
That had come from Joyce.
“I don’t get it, mommy,” Abbie said, looking up at you.
“Oh my god,” Steve huffed a disbelieving laugh.
It was a simple two layer cake, but instead of being solid pink or solid blue, the top layer was pink and the bottom was blue.
“It’s twins!” Robin squealed.
You had no memory of depositing the slice of cake onto a plate and setting down the knife because the next thing you knew, you were flinging yourself into his arms.
Steve had wanted another girl, you had been hoping for a boy. Turns out, you were getting both.
“Twins,” you mumbled, dazed, “Can you believe that?”
The hoots and hollers were drowned out when a beaming Steve leaned down to kiss you.
“I can’t wait,” he smiled.
You heard a huff of annoyance from behind you—coming from your eldest daughter.
“Now can we eat the cake?”
Texting Joseph Quinn Part 19: Muffins❤️
Masterlist: here
Tag List: @rach5ive
A/N: I got asked for you planning a little trip with Joe so enjoy✨
*Joe would pick blueberry over pistachio and you’re not totally convinced his eyes are actually brown*
your post just made me think--ok so Steve's ready with foods for every part of your cycle. he comes home from grocery shopping a couple weeks later with tampons and chocolate and is like "ok we're ready for the storm" and reader's just going "...what storm?" and he's like uhh your period should have started today, right? but it did not start today and
bada bing baba boom it's baby time
you’re so right anon!!! steve short circuits at the new info too!! cw: a couple poor period analogies and 1 bad impregnation joke
he’s come in the house whistling away with bags of groceries for your period.
“steve, did you rob a store?” he’s got way too much food for the two of you.
“you’re funny, though i might have the slight of hand for that.” he really doesn’t, “this is for shark week.”
steve jingles the bags as you polish off a glazed donut. “shark week?”
“yeah, the bloody battle between you and your uterus.” your eyebrows pinch together, “it’s supposed to come today.”
“i haven’t gotten my period at all.” you say and steve’s confused, dropping the bags to the counter unceremoniously.
“you’re pregnant.” he says with finality and you scoff.
“i’m a day late harrington, not a week.” you go to reach for another donut.
“alright, i’ll give it a week, but i’m telling you, they’re swimmers baby.”
hear me out.. stranger things 5.. it starts with Dustin sitting in his room on the edge of his bed. He’s sobbing looking at a Polaroid picture of him with Eddie and the rest of the hellfire club. He’s deep in grief, missing Eddie and wishing he could’ve done more to save him. Then, on Dustin’s nightstand, his lamp starts flickering. But it’s not Vecna.
*S…. O…. S……………… S…. O…. S*
It’s Eddie calling out to Dustin from the upside down to let him know he’s still alive.
This was so cute!!🥹
Hey! How are you?
I was wondering if you could do one where during a Comic Con a fan ask to Joseph Quinn about some pictures that have been circulating on the internet (in the pictures you can see Joseph and reader walking on the street, holding hands or kissing), like fans are asking if the person on the pictures is his partner. And Joseph just start talking about the reader and blushing by the thought of the reader, like it’s all very fluff and sweet.
I’m sorry if I wasn’t very specific or it’s not understandable, english it’s not my first language. Take the request if you want to and take your time.
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
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A secret relationship was never an easy one to keep, and dating someone so prevalent in the public eye.. secrets don’t tend to last long.
You and Joseph had done a fairly decent job at keeping the relationship private, and out of the media. That is until one night, you’d decided to go out; in celebration of his success in Stranger Things, and to just be in each other’s company after so much time apart.
You and him had just finished dinner, and you were out for a stroll in the streets of London; hand in hand. That’s when you’d spotted a few fans across the street, lights flashing as they captured pictures of you two. You and Joseph both hurriedly made your way to his flat, but not before the photos were already being posted online.
Joseph had yet to come forward about the photos, and the mystery woman in them. Trying his best to just let it blow over instead of blow up.
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You were sat backstage, watching as the cast of Stranger Things answered questions from the audience. You’d laugh at some of the questions being asked, and adored how supportive the fans were of your boyfriend and his newfound fame.
You see a girl be handed a microphone, looking ever so nervous to be standing there. “Hi, I’m..” She introduces herself. “My question is for Joe Quinn.” Joseph smiles widely, ready for anything she throws at him. “So I’m sure you’ve heard about the photos that have been circulating the internet, of you and a.. mystery woman. I was just wondering, is she your girlfriend?” She shyly asks, and you gasp quietly from backstage.
Your eyes land on Joe, who looks just as shocked as you. You can see the blush spreading across his upper chest and face. He laughs loudly, “That’s quite the question you have there.” Clearly nervous, he looks around at his cast mates.
“But yes, that is my girlfriend. I hadn’t made it official publicly but now seems as good a time as any..” He rambles on, a shy, embarrassed smile on his face as he rubs his face with his hand.
“I apologize for putting you on the spot, but she’s very pretty!” The fans tries to save herself. “That’s okay! I don’t mind, it would be out eventually.. and yes, she is. She’s very pretty.” He takes a quick glance at you backstage, before returning his attention to the fan. His face is bright red, and you can tell he’s a bit flustered.
“Thank you, you’re amazing.” The fan finishes, handing the mic to the next person. “My question is pretty simple, for Joe as well.” The girl starts, and Joe bites his lip nervously. “Can we meet her? Like.. is she here?” Joe laughs loudly, before turning to the event manager, whispering something in her ear. The manager nods briefly, saying something back to him.
“Yeah, she’s here. Fuck it! Why not?” He gasps, covering his mouth quickly. “Can I say that?” He mentally shames himself and the audience laughs. “Be right back!” He gets up, running over to you. Your eyes are wide as he places his hands on your shoulders, “Do you want to? It’ll be quick.” He searches your eyes. You nod, “Fuck it!” You laugh, copying his comment from before. He smiles, taking your hand and leading you onto the stage with him.
The audience goes crazy at your appearance, screaming and pointing. Joe takes the mic, glancing at you with his hand in yours. “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).” He introduces, holding the mic to you. “Hi, everyone. Lovely to meet you all.” You speak shyly, earning a scream from the audience in return. You laugh before you start to make your way off stage, Joseph stops you, grabbing your hand and places a soft kiss on your cheek before letting you go.
The audience absolutely loses it, crying and screaming with joy at Joseph’s PDA. “Isn’t she lovely?” He laughs into the mic before finding his seat again. You hear someone in the crowd scream, “We love her!” Before they continue on with the questions, and you watch from the back in awe.
It’s official.
TYLER HOECHLIN as Clark Kent Superman & Lois (2021) Season 2 Episode 6: “Tried and True”
Billy concept he doesn’t know how periods work lol idk I thought it would be funny
Billy was confused as fuck as he stood awkwardly next to you in the feminine hygiene aisle. When you had returned from the bathroom, insisting that you needed to go to the store now, it was an emergency. Billy had been confused and now standing beside you, and he was even more confused.
Him holding a pack of tampons in his hand as he studied them carefully, why did they have different pictures of fruits on them?
"Are these flavoured?" He asked, the confusion evident on his face. "How you would even taste them if they go.." He clears his throat awkwardly.
Sure, he knew what periods were. He wasn't that much of an idiot. But he knew girls tended to keep that stuff away from males, and he didn't ask.
"No William, they aren't flavoured."
"Then why do they have fruits on the box?"
"It's for decoration."
Billy is even more confused now. Why did these things need decoration?
His curiosity got the better of him as he opened the box and pulled out one of the tampons, his eyes widening at the plastic device it seemed to be kept in.
"For easy insertion.. what the fuck." He mutters, shaking his head.
You snatch the box off him and shake your head. "Those aren't good ones."
"What's the difference?"
They all looked the same to him, some sort of torture device that made the suffering even worst.
He'd been with you for a few months, and he'd seen you during this time, which confused him. He saw you cry over baby ducklings once and then momentarily yell at him because he didn't get the correct chocolate ice cream.
"So they aren't flavoured?"
You sigh, grab your usual brand off the shelf, and leave Billy awkwardly behind.
He knew one thing, he was getting the correct type of chocolate ice cream this time.