Good Neighbors Part 5 (Steddie X Reader)
A/N: I bare you a cute Steddie story :)
Warning: No smut in this one. Just fluff <3
Word count: 2810
Dylan laid curled up on your side in the hospital bed. Steve was sitting on the end by your feet shaking his leg anxiously as Eddie crashed in a chair behind you.
“Alright, Dylan Y/L/N?” The doctor came into the room looking through a chart before smiling warmly at you and your son. “What’s going on, Bud?”
Dylan coughs before he responds. “I don’t feel good.”
“You don’t feel good? Oh no.” The doctor sticks a thermometer under the boy’s tongue as he speaks to you. “What else has been going on besides the cough?”
“The cough has gotten worse. He’s been having some trouble catching his breath and then yesterday he caught the fever. This morning I went to check on him and his temperature was 104 so we rushed down here.” You cleared the phlegm from you own throat and Steve glanced at your worriedly.
“Hm. How have you been feeling?”
“Oh, I’m fine. Just stress.” The thermometer beeps and he shoots the cover into the trash. He places a new one on and holds the device out to you.
“Humor me.”, he smiles. “It seems like the antibiotics we gave Dylan earlier are helping. His temp is now 102.” The thermometer beeps as he looks at the number. “And congratulations so is yours!” He chuckles as he starts making notes. “From the tests the nurse did it seems this young man got a good case of bronchitis so I’m going to send you home with some medication that will help. For both of you.” He looks at Steve. “If either of their fevers spike or if you notice he's just getting worse go ahead and bring them back here.”
The doctor grinned again and headed out to find the nurse to get your paperwork.
“I’m going to try his father again.” Eddie rubs his eyes as he grabs your phone from your purse and walks out the door.
Steve gently rubs your leg. “I told you you were sick.”
You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Thank you for coming with us. Both of you.”
“Still no answer. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” Eddie places your phone on the bed.
“Mommy, I want to go home.” Dylan starts to whine into your chest.
“I know, weirdo. We’re almost done.” You stroke his hair absently.
Suddenly he disconnects from your side and crawls over to Steve, climbing onto his lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him as he rests his head on his shoulder. Steve lifts the boy to get a better grip and rubs his back comfortingly.
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By the time you four got home you were completely wiped out. Eddie carried Dylan while Steve carried you up to your apartment and into your bed. As soon as he placed your son down the boy immediately wrapped his arms around your body, clinging to you.
“Hey. Before you crash take this.” Steve hands you a glass of water and one of the antibiotics.
You shake your head. “Too tired.”
“Yeah, but Dylan took his like a big boy. You have to be a big girl.”
You giggle at him. “You’re so fucking stupid.”
“I know. It’s one of the reasons you like me. Now here.”
You take the pill and gulp down the entire glass he hands you.
The next couple of days are extremely rough. It took a while for Dylan’s fever to break and he hated the inhaler the doctor prescribed. For you the medicine brought up all the phlegm making you nauseas and with that and the fever the room always felt like it was spinning.
One morning you woke up crying because you just wanted it to be over. Eddie flew to your side, holding you to his chest. “It’s ok, baby. I know it sucks. You’re almost through it. You both are. We’re right here.”
A couple of days in, banging on your door startled you awake. You heard the door open and Steve raising his voice. You shuffled out of bed and leaned against your doorframe.
“She called you two days ago when he was at the ER. You can’t just show up whenever you feel like it.”
“I’m sorry who the fuck are you to be telling me anything when it comes to my son?!”
“Why didn’t you answer?” You slurred as you stalked towards the front door.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N. Are you ok?” Charlie looks at you with concern.
Eddie tries to stop you from moving forward but you feebly push him away. “Why. Didn’t. You. Answer? He was scared. He was asking for his father. These two,” you gesture to your boys, “they were here no questions asked. They are more of parent to him than you will ever be, you fucking dick.”
Charlie starts to respond but you stop him raising your hand in the air. “Don’t worry. I’ve heard it all before and this time I will gladly see you in court. Steve?” Steve grins at your ex as he slams the door in his face.
“Um, someone catch me.” Your knees start to buckle as Eddie catches you before you hit the floor. “Eddie, I think I’m going to be sick.” He carries you to the bathroom and you lean over the toilet as he holds your hair back in a ponytail.
You hear the bath water turn on and look up lazily to see Steve near the bathtub. Eddie gently removes your sleepwear before Steve delicately lifts you, placing you in the water.
“Fuck! It’s too cold!”
“I know. It’s as warm as I can make it. You still have a fever.”
You whine as you turn and place your cheek on the edge looking over at both of them with glassy eyes. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the tile floor against the wall.
“I love you.” Both heads shot up to look in your direction. “I do. I’ve never had people in my life like you two before. All the men I’ve ever dated have been selfish assholes. I don’t know why I thought Charlie was different. Maybe I didn’t. I just wanted everything to work for Dylan.” You glance back at them to find them watching you intently. “You don’t have to say anything or tell me you love me to. I just wanted you to know.” You exhale deeply as your heavy eyes close.
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Four long days and nights later, Dylan’s personality started to shine through and you both felt like you could breathe. You opened your eyes that morning and were met with your son’s beautiful brown ones.
“Hi.” He whispers and you whisper it back. He smiles as he points behind you. You quietly roll over and see the boys passed out on the floor. Steve is leaning against the bedroom wall with his head back and mouth wide open. Eddie is on his back with one arm slung behind his head, snoring lightly.
“I think we wore them out.” Dylan giggles at your remark making you want to cry. You missed that sound. “Hey, I have an idea. We should do something nice for them. What do you think?”
He nods enthusiastically as you both whisper your secret plan.
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That following weekend the boys hear a tiny knock on their door. Steve opens it to find Dylan in a tiny suit. “Hey Eddie! Come look at this.”
“Hey dude. Got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks as he comes up behind his friend.
Your son smiles as he places his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “Eddie Mumson and Steve Harrton. You are invited to dinner at our place.” Dylan turns and gestures at the apartment with his small hand.
You open the door and saunter out taking your place behind him. You were wearing a yellow sunflower dress your son had picked out with your hair down pulled back with a matching headband. You placed your own hands behind your back and lifted one of your feet in the air.
“Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington.” You tilted your head with a smile.
Dylan turned to look at you. “I said it wrong.”, he whispers.
You pretend to hide your lips behind your hand. “It’s ok, baby. I don’t think they care.”
“Um, what’s going on?” Steve asks with an amused but bewildered grin on his face.
“Is this a formal affair because I don’t think I’d look half as good as this kid right here.” Eddie winks at Dylan.
You walk forward taking both of their hands and leading them across the way. “Mr. Munson, it is not a formal affair. However, the little gentlemen of the house insisted that if you make a thank you dinner the people doing the thanking should look their best.”
The smell hits their nostrils as soon as they enter your place.
“Fuck, it smells good.” Eddie takes a seat at the dinner table.
Dylan giggles at the curse word and you lightly smack the metalhead’s shoulder. Steve looks down at you as you pull out his chair. “What are we being thanked for?”
Your son climbs on Eddie’s lap and he helps him using his tattooed arm for support. “For taking care of us when we were sick.”
Steve eyes shift to look at Dylan. “Oh, Little Man, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”
“I know we don’t have to, Steve. But we’re family. That’s what families do. Right, mom?”
“Right, baby.”
Steve’s grin grows as he laughs to himself and takes a seat. You bend down, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before heading back towards the kitchen.
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The energy that flowed through out the evening was electric. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the meal that you and Dylan made together. Occasionally you would sit back and shift your gaze between the three of them. They all looked so happy especially your son. He never really got to have experiences like this with his father because Charlie was barely ever home.
“Can I try some of your juice?” Dylan points to your glass of wine.
“Oh, it’s not juice, babe.”
“It’s adult juice.”, Eddie smirks across the table.
You playfully sigh as you gesture for him to come sit on your lap. “You can have a little but you aren’t going to like it.”
You hold his head and tip the glass till a small amount of liquid touches his tongue. His face scrunches in disgust causing Steve and Eddie to cackle.
“My dad used to give me whiskey when I was younger than Dylan. Said it helps make you a man and cures any pain!” Eddie smiles but his eyes glaze over slightly at the memory. You rub your foot against his leg, throwing him a soft smile.
“My daddy says stuff like that about sports.”, Dylan declares as an annoyed growl reverberates from your throat.
“So did mine, Little Man.” Steve takes a swig from the wine in his glass. Dylan looks up at you as if he’s waiting for you to affirm.
“My dad wasn’t like that. Grandpa really didn’t care. Now grandma on the other hand, she hated that my dad got my sister and I into ‘manly activities’ like working on cars. Kierra still tries to get her approval. I’m too old so I don’t care.”
“Mommy, you’re not old.”
“For real. Calm down over there.” Eddie tosses his napkin at you and you catch it throwing it back.
Dylan yawns in your arms and rubs his eyes. “Ok, weirdo. You want to go get ready for bed?”
“Can I read with them tonight?”
You look at both boys, shrugging your shoulders.
“Sounds good to me. Maybe you can teach Eddie because,” Steve blocks his lips with his hand but speaks loudly so everyone can hear. “I don’t think he knows how to read.”
“Excuse me! Says the guy who works in a video store where zero reading is required. Also please remind me, what was your GPA when you graduated?”
They rise with their plates, heading for the sink as they continue to banter. “What was yours?!”
Dylan giggles as you jokingly roll your eyes and shake your head.
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After clearing the rest of table and doing the dishes, you head towards Dylan’s room, leaning against the wall just outside of his doorframe. You hear your son’s soft voice as he pronounces words on the page from one of his favorite books. He gets stuck and Steve helps him sound it out. You quietly poke your head around the corner. Eddie is on the end of the bed with his back against the wall, his feet dangling over the side, as he leans on the elbow closest to Dylan who is lying in the middle of the mattress with Steve on his other side.
You make your way towards your bedroom and change into some comfy clothes. After finishing your nightly routine, you notice the apartment is now silent. You poke your head into Dylan’s room again and see that all three boys are completely knocked out. You tiptoe in and gently cover Eddie and Steve with one of the extra throw blankets you have in the closet. You carefully pry the book from Dylan’s fingers, placing it back on his shelf before turning off his bed side light and heading back to your room.
A couple of hours later, your bedroom door opens, and Steve pokes his head through. When he sees you’re awake, he and Eddie come in the room, flopping down on your bed.
“Why are you still awake?”, Eddie asks lightly slapping your foot.
You flip around, placing your head under his as he leans up on his elbow. “I slept a lot these past few days.” Steve arms wrap around your stomach as he rests his head on your chest. You reach down, running your fingers through his hair when you suddenly feel him sigh against you.
“Steve? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just happy is all.” Your eyes flick to Eddie’s and he smiles down at you. “Do you remember anything you said while you were sick?” Eddie’s smile faulters slightly at Steve’s question making you worry.
“Um, I remember Charlie coming over. I don’t remember what I said to him but I imagine it was along the lines of ‘fuck off’.” You laugh but when they don’t your brain starts to panic. You sit up and turn to face them, Steve leaning up on his elbow. “I remember Eddie holding me while I cried and you making me a bath. Did I say something mean? I’m sorry if I did.”
They glance at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. You wave your arm in front of them. “Hey. No, no, no. Don’t do that. You two do that all the time when you don’t want to tell me something. What happened? What did I say?”
Eddie sighs and gestures his hand towards you giving Steve permission to speak. “You, uh, you said you loved us.”
You blink, trying to force yourself to remember. “Oh? And what did you guys say?”
Eddie chuckles under his breath. “We didn’t get a chance to say anything. You said we didn’t have to say anything back and then you fell asleep.”
You pull your legs up, pressing your knees under your chin. Steve fidgets with his thumbs. “No one has ever said that to us before.”
After what feel like a long silence, Eddie clears his throat, smacking his hand down on the mattress. “Well, you know what? Fuck the bullshit. I love you, Princess.” You and Steve look at him with wide eyes as you smile at his energy. “I do. I love you. I love your clone. I love your smile. I love—”
You cover his mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Eddie! Shhhh… I get it!”
“I love you to.” Your head turns to look at Steve as Eddie pulls your hand off of him, holding it in his own. He flashes you a shy smile. “Look, I’m not good at this kind of thing, ok?” He laughs at himself before his eyes settle on yours. “I love you and your spawn and everything else Eddie was going to say.”
You lean forward, placing a peck on both of their lips before laying back down next to them. “I love you to.” They smile as Eddie repositions himself to your other side. “My clone and spawn? Dylan’s going to kick your asses when I tell him you guys called him that.”
“Not if we kill you first. Stevie, do you know a good place to hide a body?”
“No, but I do know a little town in Mexico we can hide out in.”
“Oh my god. Never mind. I hate you both.”
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