Stranger Things x Reader Oneshots

•Sleepless In Hawkins• Steve Harrington

Requested? Nope 👎
Warnings: Nothing, just fluffy
Word Count: 1k
A/N: Everything is really crazy out there with the Coronavirus, and I just wanted to say to make sure you stay safe! Practicing social distancing is best, but if you have to go out, wear a mask and gloves. Now, enjoy the chapter!

You lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, is next to you with his head tucked in the crook of your neck and an arm slung over your torso loosely.

You glance at him, making as little movement as possible to not wake him. A little part of you hope he wakes up. If he does, you won't have to be alone with the walls closing in on you.

He was sleeping over at your house tonight. Your's and his parents worked together and went out on a business trip for the weekend, so you did what you always did, slept over at one of your houses.

Tonight it was your house. You hated when it was your house. You hated your room ever since the incident with Will and the demogorgans.

Right outside your window was a large tree branch and it looked like a hand with long claws, and the popcorn ceiling caused strange shadows. You used to love climbing that tree, and you used to love finding shapes in the ceiling to lure yourself to sleep. Now, everything about it made you nervous.

You decide you can't stand the closing in of the walls any longer, and ever so carefully move his arm off of you, maneuvering so he isn't cuddling you. You stand and slowly walk to your bedroom door. The creaking of the door startles you, and you look back to make sure Steve is still sleeping.

Thankfully, he hasn't budged. You turn back to the door and continue your late night trip to the kitchen. Once you get there, you flick on a light and snatch a pop tart to snack on.

You sit on top of the kitchen island and take a bite of the sugary pastry. You look off into space, your mind wandering to things you don't want to think about. You shake your head from side to side, hoping the sudden movement would break you from your dark thoughts.

With a sigh, you finish the treat and brush the crumbs from your hands. You take a look at the clock while throwing away the wrapper, a groan passing your lips when you see it's nearly four in the morning.

You don't want to go back to bed yet. Steve's soft snores make you jealous you can't find the peace he has. You sit down at the table this time, resting your head on your arms.

You start to get sleepy after a few minutes, and can't find the will to get up. You figure that after a little while, you'll go back to bed. Except sleep overtakes you before you can, and you fall asleep while using your arms as a pillow.

"Hey, babe?" Steve soft whispers and gentle shaking wakes you up. You let out a short whine and dig your face into your arms. "Where you sleeping out here? C'mon." You look up, sleep making your eyes droop. He helps you stand and walk back to your room.

"Why'd you get up?" You ask as you walk through your door.

"I didn't feel you next to me," he answers and lays you down. You cuddle into the warm blankets and Steve slides in next to you.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep." He wraps his arms around you and caresses your hair.

"It's ok, you just startled me a little. Now, go back to sleep, babe." You smile into his chest.

A couple minutes pass. Then a few more. And then a half hour. And now, forty five minutes of doing anything but sleeping. Steve's cheek is lightly pressed onto your head, his soft breathing blowing your hair a little.

You were growing frustrated. You were just so tired, but you couldn't fall asleep. You wish Steve left you at the kitchen table, at least you'd be sleeping.

You absentmindedly draw hearts on his bare chest. It would've been cuter if you weren't so exhausted.

"You didn't fall asleep yet?" Steve asks. You look up and him. He can barely look back at you, his eyes demand he sleep.

"No. Did I wake you again?" He shakes his head a little.

"Boyfriend instincts," he says with a smile. You laugh lightly. "Is something bothering you?"

"I just... I hate this room. The shadows on the ceiling freak me out," you pause to scoff, "and now I sound like a little kid."

"No, you don't. It's ok," Steve says while rubbing your arm up and down. "I thought you loved the popcorn ceiling?"

"I used to. But— oh, never mind. It's dumb," you say.

"Nothing you say is dumb. What is it?" You let out a shaky sigh.

"The shadows remind me of the upside down. You know, the dust stuff that floats around. I can't get that thought out of my head," you say. He kisses the top of your head.

"See? Not dumb. You don't have to be scared, I'm right here." You nod. "What was can I do to help you?" You shrug a little and close your eyes. "There has to be something."

"Well..." you start. "Do you think we could watch 'Sixteen Candles?'" You ask. It was your favorite feel-good movie. He laughs a little, your head bouncing slightly from the movement. "I know it's late, but the background noise might help."

"Who am I to deny you?" He gets up and grabs the VHS and puts it into the player before turning on the television. The one in your room was pretty small, but it worked.
Once the movie is on, Steve cuddles up to you again.

"Thank you, I love you," you say and look up at him through your eyelashes. His breath catches in his throat when he looks at you, amazed at how much love you hold in your expression.

"I love you, too." He leans down and catches your lips in a sweet and short kiss. He pulls away and settles deeper into the pillows and blankets.

You watch the movie for a while, smiling at Sam and Ted's antics. After a while of watching the movie and Steve playing with your hair, you drift off into a deep and peaceful sleep.