જ⁀➴ little monsters
steve harrington x fem!reader
cw: bugs !! not proofread (like always)
literally wrote this immediately after i saw a worm in my room and almost passed out. also, do NOT recommend searching spider infestation on pinterest bc i can literally feel them crawl over my body now i am unsafe
when your worst fear comes true and you immediately call your best friend to rescue you.
a spider infestation. in your home.
you, who’s afraid of bugs and insects alike. you, who’d gag when a fly landed on your arm. you, who almost passed out when you saw the tiniest spider ever crawl on your book when you were reading at the park.
you had an entire infestation. the first spider you saw in your room, crawling on your floor like it had the right to. before you could react, you saw another.
you screamed at ran to the phone, calling steve, your best friend, crying.
it was safe to say he was worried out of his mind when he picked up the phone at 11pm to the sound of you crying frantically. the crying only stopped to be replaced by a scream when you saw another three spiders run around your living room.
“spiders, steve! spiders!” you spluttered.
“oh, honey.” he sighed. “i’m on my way.”
you waited outside, refusing to be in the same house as probably dozens of spiders.
when he saw you shivering outside your doorstep he unzipped his jacket and gave it to you almost immediately. “where are the spiders, honey?”
“everywhere.” you teared up at the thought. “my room, the living room. everywhere. god, steve, what if they got in my closet!” you’d have to throw away every article of clothing.
“no spiders are in your closet.” he reassured. “i’ll go take a look, okay?”
10 minutes later he came back out with wide eyes. “this might be more serious than i thought.”
you sobbed. “i’m gonna have to burn my home down!”
“nobody’s doing any burning. it’s okay, you can sleep over at mine and we’ll call the bug sprayer guys to fix it first thing in the morning.”
you nodded, although unconvinced. “did you see any in my closet?”
“your closet is all good.”
you were tired. steve made sure you were all set in the guest room before he went up to his own room.
you couldn’t sleep, though. while you were tossing and turning, you accidentally threw your pillow to the ground.
when you leaned over the edge of the bed to grab it, you saw a worm right in front of your face. you almost cried. almost.
instead, you stomped up the stairs to steve’s room. you gave three harsh knocks and barged in. “steven harrington.”
he shot up, hair sticking out in all different directions. his eyes were barely open. “what- what happened.”
“there is a worm in your guest room.” you narrowed your eyes at him.
“oh, honey.” the same tone as when you called him telling him about the spiders.
“did i do something to be chased around by these monsters?” you huffed. “i don’t deserve this.”
“i don’t think a worm is a monster, honey.”
you shot him a dirty look.
he lifted up the cover and scooted. “c’mere.”
you hesitated.
“back to the monster?”
you rolled your eyes and slid in next to him. “i have a feeling you planted them.”
“the spiders?”
“the spiders, the worms. wouldn’t be surprised if a cockroach crawls on my face at this point.”
you feel something tingly on your shoulder. it’s making its way up to your neck and you scream.
steve tilts his head back and barks out a laugh.
“steve!” you groan. “that’s so not funny!” tears already made their way to your eyes.
“i’m sorry, honey.” he said, still chuckling. “don’t cry!”
“i won’t be able to sleep for the next week!” your tears are streaming freely down your cheeks. “god, i hate bugs. they shouldn’t have been invented.”
“i know, i know.” he comforted, pulling you into his chest and ran a hand through your hair comfortingly. “no bugs here, i promise.”
“you better.” you grumbled, eyes fluttering shut.
