The Chance To Breathe [S.H.]
Request: Hey! I saw your requests were open and itâs been a really rubbish fine for me lately, so I was wondering if you could do a Steve Harrington X reader who has depression and anxiety, sleeps a lot and barely eats, but feels like a failure for not being able to do anything productive so has anxiety attacks. I like the caring nature of steve, so can you make it angst/fluffy? Iâm really sorry itâs a heavy subject, so feel free to disregard this request if it isnât a pleasant one xx
A/N: This is sorta, kinda based off the scene in season two of Skam France where Charles helps Manon get out of her room for the night. Also, this sort of hits home because lifeâs been really difficult lately, so please be warned that this does touch some sensitive topics like depression, anxiety, etc.
Requested by: @unleashthebeees
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The sound of knocking causes you to open your eyes, staring at the blank wall before you as you remain silent.
You hear the person on the other side of the door, your roommate, sigh in response. The slight jingle of their hand falling on the doorknob causing your shoulders to tense slightly. Soon after, their voice echoes about; âY/N?â Your roommate calls, voice soft and unsure. âPlease donât kill me, butâŠâ Brows furrowing, you gain the energy to push yourself upwards, sitting upright as your eyes fall on your bedroom door. âJust, donât kill me. I know youâre gonna want to, butâŠâ
Watching as the doorknob starts turning, your eyes widen. âJulia,â you hiss, âwhat are youââ
Before you can finish your sentence, the door opens and in steps Steve, not Julia like you wouldâve expected. Your eyes widen at the sight of your boyfriend, swallowing thickly as Julia nervously pokes her head in past him, sending you a sheepish smile.Â
Pushing yourself up to your feet, you hiss out Juliaâs name, moving towards her but before you can reach her, she promptly shuts your door, leaving you alone with Steve. Silence floods the room as you glance nervously up at him, before quickly averting your gaze. Steve only continues to stare down at you with a frown, the worry evident in his gaze.
âYou canât be here,â you interrupt with a shake of your head. Briefly, you glance around the room, looking for a distraction before your eyes land on your laptop. Hastily, you walk towards it, pulling the screen up and turning to Steve. âI have a lot of homework to do and iâm just really not feeling well, soââ
âStop, stop,â Steve sighs, shaking his head as he closes the distance between you. His hand falls on your own, slowly shutting your laptop and guiding you to sit in your desk chair. You do so with a frown, lips still left parted as if to say something but all words caught in the back of your throat.Â
The moment youâre settled, Steve crouched down in front of you, setting his hands on your knees as he frowns up at you. âWhatâs going on?â He asks with a tired voice, biting his bottom lip in worry. âYou barely come to school anymore to school and when you do, you avoid me. You refuse to leave your bedroom and your roommate says that all you do is sleep. You donât answer my calls or texts.â Pausing for just a moment, Steve shakes his head; âwhatâs going on with you?â
You lick your lips slowly, feeling your eyes water but refusing to let any tears actually fall. Instead, you turn your head to the left, shrugging your shoulders. âNothingâs going on,â you lie, unable to miss the way Steve scoffs in disbelief, leaning back. âIâm fine.â
âI know that youâre not.â
âI am,â you nod, desperate for him to believe you. Meeting his eyes once again, you continue to nod. âI just⊠I have a lot of homework and iâm really not feeling well. My head really hurts and my stomach⊠and thereâs just so much that has to be done,â as you start to ramble, it becomes a little too hard for you to hold back your tears.
You start to choke on your words, Steveâs eyes widening in concern as tears begin to pour down your cheeks and your breath quickens.Â
âAnd I donât have any motivation to get it done, but I want to do it. I wanna do well, hang out with friends and it just feels like nothing is working out and I donât know what to do aboutâ.â
âOkay, okay,â Steve soothes, his voice soft as his hands fall on your cheeks. He cups them, his thumbs wiping your tears away as she gently shushes you, nodding at you in encouragement to take a minute and breathe. âItâs okay. Come on, itâs okay.â
Shaking your head in his grip, you sniffle. âNo,â you sob, voice pitching. âNo, itâs not.â
Steve only pauses a moment before standing up. Before you know it, his hands are around your waist, pulling you up to your feet and then heâs leaning back, once again cupping your cheeks and pulling you close. He leans his forehead against your own and runs a hand through your hair soothingly. âCome on,â he guides, moving to step back. âIâm taking you out on a date. Getting you away from everything.â
âNo,â you moan, shaking your head. âI told you, I have homeworkââ
âNo,â Steve interrupts, âiâm not taking a no for an answer. You need to get out of this room. You need fresh air. You need to breathe, so come on.â
You donât even get to finish arguing before youâre suddenly up and over Steveâs shoulder, a gasp of surprising leaving your lips as he does so. You grip the back of his jacket tightly, his name leaving your lips in a shrill plea. âPut me down,â you order, watching as your room grows further and further away from you. âSteve, put me down.â
âIâm taking you out on a date and thatâs final.â
Blinking slowly, you feel your head fall back into your pillows, Steve crouched over you. You watch him with tired eyes, noting how itâs much darker then you remembered it being. Your eyes follow Steveâs movements carefully as he pulls your sheets over you, tucking you in and then leaving your side, pulling off his jacket and soon following you on the other side of the bed.
He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face. You turn to him as he does, tucking your head into the crook of his next with a content sigh.
And then, just as your eyes fall shut, you let out a whisper of; âthank youâŠâ
Steve pauses for a moment in surprise, a small smile falling on his lips at your words. Then, he presses a kiss against your forehead, sighing wistfully.
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