Couple: Steve Harrington x reader
Prompt: #1 — You’re not going alone.
#6 — I’m not going to leave you.
AN: Okay, im so mad bc I typed a story out for this but then realized it was
TOTALLY WRONG so i just replaced some words in the old story, to make it a new one with different prompts and wow im lazy.
It was the middle of summer in Hawkins, Indiana and you were putting on a coat. Why? Because your temperature was 101.3 degrees, and you needed cold medicine.
You were pissed because you couldn’t find any around the house, but, life is dumb, so now you have to get more sick, just to try and not be sick, again.
Your parents had gone to work for the day, so you were alone, sick—honestly, probably dying—and you just wanted some damn cold medicine and some soup.
You were on a mission. To feel better, that is.
As you went to place your hand on the door knob, there was a knock on the door that startled you half to death.
Breathing out, you attempted to remember if you’d accidentally forgot you invited someone over, but you knew you didn’t. You were sick.
You actually had to regain your composure before you opened the door, but when you did, you forgot about being mad and instantly, your eyes had softened.
“Steve.” You breathed out.
“Hey, princess.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he backed up and replaced it with a hand. “You’re burning up!”
“Yeah, I was just—”
“Oh, god, do you need anything? Soup? Water? Hospital? I don’t know what to do, Y/N! Tell me what I need to do.”
“I was just about to go to the store and get some cold medicine, honestly.” Smiling sheepishly, you wrapped your coat tightly around you, shivering slightly.
“Yeah, well, you’re not going alone.” He smiled, holding up his car keys. “On second thought,” he spoke, his arm coming down, “you’re not going to even get out of the car.”
You smiled and walked out to his car, getting in the passenger seat, and head to the store.
He was true to his as he kept the car on and tapped the door a couple times before smiling at her, saying, “I’ll be back with your soup and medicine.” Then, he walked away.
Now, this is how you are. Sprawled out all over your boyfriend, sweating as the fever was going down a couple degrees, and he couldn’t be happier.
An hour later, and with one loopy Y/N, Steve had turned on the TV while your head was in his lap. Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at the sight of you.
Mouth slightly open, eyes barely able to stay open, and your (y/c/h) messy, so he attempted to tame it and to no avail, your hair still looked like a mess.
“Hey, sleepy.“Steve muttered to you, smiling as you opened your eyes slightly to look at him.” It’s already eight, baby. Did you want me to stay or—”
Barely audible, all he could hear was, ‘stay’, ‘don’t’, and 'leave’ before he looked down at him, arching his eyebrow.
“I’m going to need English.”
“Stay, please. Don’t leave.” You whispered, embarrassed to be this way, even if you and Steve have been dating for months.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you. I can promise you that, Y/N.” He said, grabbing the blanket from behind him and wrapping the both of them in it.
For the rest of the night, they watched whatever came on TV until you had fallen asleep, finally being able to sleep for the first day since she’s gotten sick.
He kissed the top of her head lovingly before brushing the hair out of her face.
AN: i slept 5 hours last night and now it’s taking a toll on me because I ALMOST fell asleep writing this. I’m sorry I’m trash.
I hope this is what you were looking for!! Have a great thanksgiving, today /tomorrow!!
P. S. I’m sorry this is so short ):