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Lunchtime Visits

dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader [839 words]

Saturday at noon was Steve’s favourite time of day, even when he was working. More often than not, especially when he was working. ‘Cause he got to wait behind the desk of Family Video, anticipating the ding of the bell. 

And when it rang out, a little too shrill, he’d beam when you appeared, eyes already searching for him through the glass, one hand pushing the door and the other cradling your stomach. 

He’d light up like he’d just come alive, like the whole day had been grey before you’d arrived. You were growing more and more pregnant by the hour, it seemed, tummy rounding, six months in and it was true what everyone said, you were glowing. 

You’d protest when Steve told you as such, waving off his sweet intentions with a reminder of how your ankles were swollen, how the smell of most foods made you gag and your mood could go from easy going to downright monstrous in less than six seconds. 

Steve would simply shrug and tell you you looked beautiful anyway. 

Today was no different, especially when you slid a Tupperware box full of fresh pasta in front of him, a brownie slice wrapped in tinfoil on top. 

“You’re an angel,” he told you in greeting, moving out from behind the counter to lean down for you, hands on your little bump as he kissed you. “Far too good to me.”

You hummed, a soft smile on your lips. You looked tired, eyes heavy and you felt tired, back protesting at the extra weight, legs sore from the slight waddle you’d started to adopt. 

“I’ll remember that when I want something,” you joked, leaning into the boy, letting him rub at your back. 

Steve scoffed lightly, mouth pressed to your hairline as you hummed at his touch. “You say that like I wouldn’t give you anything you wanted.”

“You’re soft, Harrington,” you told him but you were delighted with his words, head tilting back up to him for another kiss that he gave you eagerly. 

“For you? Damn right,” Steve replied but his brows creased as he took in your scrunched features, lips twisting as you tried to keep the smile from sliding off your face. “S’wrong, babe? Sore?”

You gave in and nodded, face pressed to Steve’s neck to hide the way you winced but the baby was doing a full gymnastics routine against your rib cage. 

Robin appeared as Steve was coaxing you to lean against him more, your back to his chest so he could tuck his hands under your bump and gently lift, taking some of the weight off of your back. You sighed and let your head tip back against him, nose pressed into his throat in thanks. 

It was entirely too intimate for such a setting but Robin refrained from teasing, seeing the relief on your face as she stacked some tapes by the till. 

“It’s the mothership,” she said in greeting, smiling fondly when you rolled your eyes and waved. 

“Rough day?” She asked and you didn’t get a chance to reply as a small, elderly woman was shuffling her way towards the desk. 

She handed over some tapes and greeted Robin with a smile, turning to gaze at you over the rim of her glasses before she spotted the boy behind you. 

“Oh, Steven!” She smiled, hands clasped together as she took both of you in, the boy’s hands still cradling your bump. “Is this your lovely wife I’m always hearing about?”

Steve laughed and you could tell by the sound that his cheeks were pink. You lifted your hand to flash the small diamond there, shiny and delicate as Steve explained:

“Uh, almost, Mrs Levy,” he rubbed your stomach affectionately. “We were ready to book the venue when this happened. You know how it is, she just couldn’t keep her hands off me.” He grinned wide, all flirt and charm. 

“Steve,” you elbowed him in the stomach and Robin snorted, both of you aware of how the seventy odd year old woman’s eyes widened slightly behind her glasses. 

Mrs Levy took her videos and change from Robin and she headed towards the door, leaving you all to wonder what kind of complaint Keith was going to receive over the phone in the morning. But the old woman stopped just before you, patting at your hand and nodding solemnly. 

She gave Steve a quick glance, a once over with sharp eyes that left him straightening up a little. 

“I’d have struggled too, my dear,” she agreed, “all the best now for when the baby arrives!”

And then she was gone, door bell ringing, Robin wheezing and your lips parted in shock. 

You turned to Steve, trying your best not to laugh at his bewildered expression, his pink tinged cheeks and wide eyes. 

“Is there something you have to tell me?” You teased, pressing your lips together to contain your smirk. Steve wasn’t sure if he was supposed to look aghast or wildly smug. “Mrs Levy, huh?”

literally just cum inside me and don’t pull out. and just when i think we're done, you should start moving again, growling and panting into my neck, rutting into me like an animal. drag my hips up so you can get a better angle to fuck into and maybe you snarl god, fuck, your cunt as you cum again, shuddering the whole way. by the time you’re done with me my hole is dripping and im almost crying into the bed with how good it all feels

10 days. There are only 10 days until my birthday. I have been thinking of posting my first fic either on my birthday or the 31st. I hope you will like it

Getting ahold of a money tree doesn't mean that you change. (Eddie Munson x reader)

Summary: You, Eddie, and the rest of the Corroded Coffin are childhood friends, I guess the correct word is were. You and your parents lived in a trailer next to Eddie's uncle but after your dad's company took off, everything changed. Well not exactly. You never changed but Eddie thought that you did.

(The Upside Down all the monsters do not exist but all the characters are the same and alive. The Byers didn't move to California because I said so)

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, threats, stereotypes, some angst (maybe? what counts as angst?), confessions (apparently it is a warning now)

Word count: It's over 3000! (I honestly have no clue)

Also, this was going to be longer and I will add or post another part sometime around... I don't know when

Today is the day. Today is the day you were going to confess your feelings for Eddie. Having a crush on your childhood friend since you were 7 has been hard, as you have kept it a secret for 11 years. It has been especially hard when you realized that your simple crush on Eddie had blossomed into love when you were 15. Prom is only a month from now and you didn't have a date. But hopefully, by the end of this night, you will. But if he didn't want to go that was fine too. At least you would have a boyfriend.

"You got this girl." Cheered Chrissy quietly. Oh, Chrissy. She has been your friend since middle school. She was your first girlfriend, well technically your only one. Even with your popularity, it was still lonely. Fake smiles, fake laughs. Nothing felt real to you. Only Chrissy. And Eddie. God… you miss Eddie.

While Eddie was your first friend, you were his first girlfriend. You used to live in the next trailer over to his uncle, Wayne. He was, and still is, a dear friend to your parents. When Eddie came to live with his uncle, you were the first one to welcome him to the trailer park. At first, he was weirded out that a girl, a pretty one too, was talking to him with an actual smile on her face. But after a smack at the back of his head from his uncle and a little scolding, he thanked you. And then it was over. You two became best friends. He later introduced you to his band members and friends. They too were weirded out by a girl being nice to them but they quickly warmed up to you.

At first, he was weirded out by a pretty girl that was talking to him with a smile on her face, but after a smack that the back of his head by his uncle and a little scolding, he thanked you. And then it was over. You two became best friends. He later introduced you to his band members and friends. They too were weirded out by a girl being nice to them but they quickly warmed up to you.

This is it. You thought, trying to settle the butterflies in your stomach. You lightly tapped on his leather and jean-clothed shoulder.

~~

"Um, Eddie." Your voice made everyone halt in their actions. Gareth and Jeff stopped talking. Dustin and Kevin stopped mid-bite. Will and Mike stopped writing. Eddie stopped breathing. So many thoughts were running through his head. What were you doing at this table? Why were you talking to him? and most importantly, What did you want? The two of you hadn't talked since your last Snow Dance where you had taken Gareth as your date as you had already gone with the other 3 Corroded Coffin members, starting with Eddie.

"What?" He turned around in his seat only to come face to face with your tits. You were the shortest one in the cheer squad which meant that you were the one that was tossed into the air the most. It always worried him. Even if he tried not to care about you, every time he saw you getting tossed during practice and barely caught every single time, he had to force his legs to stay put and not run over to you to ask, to beg that you quit the cheer team before you broke your arm or leg or even worse, your neck.

"What?" He turned around in his seat only to come face to face with your tits.

You were the shortest one in the cheer squad which meant that you were the one that was tossed into the air the most. It always worried him. Even if he tried to not care about you, every time he saw you getting tossed during practice and was barely caught, he had to force his legs to stay put and not run over to you to ask, to beg that you quit cheer before you broke your arm or leg or even worse, your neck.

Clearing his throat, he stood up so that he could face you so that he could concentrate on your eyes, your beautiful e/c that he could just drown in and he'd thank you for it, instead of your tits that he wanted to touch, to squeeze, to burry his face into. He wanted to lick and suck on them until they were covered in purple and blue hickeys- and he has officially lost his damn mind. Geez, Munson. Horny much? He thought to himself.

While Eddie was trying and was most likely failing, to suppress his urges to fuck you until you weren't able to move your legs, you were raking through your brain to come up with anything to say. You didn't just want to shove the note into his chest and run out of the cafeteria like a coward. But since you couldn't think of anything to say, you did exactly that. You shoved the note into his chest and ran away, Chrissy not far behind.

He touched his chest because, ow! That hurt. He had luckily caught the note before it hit the dirty floor. On the folded note were doodles scattered around everywhere. Your drawing skills weren't the best, yet he still found them adorable. He could see it in front of him, you poking out your tongue in concentration. Trying not to fuck up the drawing. He opened up the folded paper as carefully as he could as he didn't want accidentally rip it.

While your drawings were a try-hard, your handwriting was beautiful. In middle school, you shared the same classes until Eddie moved to high school. His handwriting back then was atrocious, sometimes even he couldn't read what he had written. You had offered to write notes for him after he had failed his third test in a week. He never brought a pen to class again if he wasn't taking a test.

His uncle and your parents had been called in twice because the teachers had thought that Eddie was bullying you into writing his notes for him. You told them that you didn't mind because you love writing and you had the same classes. After the adults had been called in a second time, Wayne forced him to clean up his handwriting.

When it was your turn to start high school, you were never in the same room again. Your paths never crossed. When he had second lunch hour, you had first and vice versa. That was until now. He had failed to graduate twice and now, you shared the same classes and the same lunch hour once more.

Just like back in middle school, you always sat in the middle of the classroom, visible but at the same time not. You never raised your hand and never spoke unless the teacher called your name. You never stood out, until you changed.

"What does the note say?" Asked Dustin innocently. He had heard stories from Gareth, Jeff, and Kevin because Eddie had always refused to talk about you in any shape or form. If he had, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself. If he had talked about you, maybe he would have been forced or forced himself to talk to you again.

The little hope Eddie had that this note you had shoved in his chest was genuine was crushed when he saw Jason and two of his closest friends Andy and Chace, smirking at him. He quickly put the note in his black lunchbox that was covered in dents, trying his best to start forgetting about it. "Something unimportant."

Gareth, Jeff, and Kevin looked at each other with unsure eyes. They knew what he was thinking. They knew that he was going to mess up, and when he does, they weren't going to stay quiet anymore. They have watched the two of you longing for each other for far too long.

~~

"Do I look okay?" You asked for the 10th time as you checked yourself in your hand mirror again. Does my make-up look okay? Is it too much? Is my hair still looking alright? It took nearly two hours to fix because you couldn't decide how you wanted it. In the end, you settled for two small braids on either side of your bangs. Eddie used to always find a reason to play with your hair when you braided it in any way. Hopefully, he would do that tonight.

"Girl trust me. You look amazing." Chrissy reassured you for the 100th time. "His jaw is going to drop to the floor so fast that it'll break." You looked down on your outfit. You had an oversized Metalica t-shirt that covered your butt with 2 inches to spare, a pair of fishnet pantyhose, black combat boots, and to top it all off, a leather jacket. You looked good… you hoped.

Chrissy glanced back at her boyfriend to make sure that he didn't hear you before she leaned close to your ear. "Are you wearing the set I gave you?"

You groaned. Cheeks heating up and glowing bright red through your foundation. "I hate that I told you my cup size." You glanced down at your wristwatch that your grandmother had given you before she passed and gasped at the time. "You need to leave. He will be here in 10 minutes." You pushed your best friend towards her boyfriend and his car.

When Jason saw that you two were done talking he hopped into his car and started it. If it were Eddie, he would have opened the passenger door for the girl before he hopped in himself. You rolled your eyes at Jason. What a gentleman he truly is.

"We will come back in 2 hours. Hopefully, you won't be here still." Giggled Chrissy. You slammed the door shut in her face.

~~

At 5.55 pm he arrived, only to see you standing outside of the dinner already. He parked himself a bit away, far enough that you don't to see him but close enough for him to hear any conversation you may have with any of your friends that he knows is hiding somewhere close by. To catch you two together, to watch and laugh at him for thinking he had a chance with a cheerleader. For thinking that he had a chance with Y/N L/N, the richest, the prettiest, and one of the most popular girls in school.

At 6 pm, you checked your watch. He saw the way your eyes lit up and your smile widen. From out of the inner pocket of the shiny leather jacket, you pulled out a hand mirror and checked on your make-up and hair. Why did she look so excited when the clock struck 6? Why were you trying to look good when this 'date' is just a joke to you? He thought. Well, he had to admit that you looked pretty tonight, beautiful even. He had always thought that.

You started biting your nails at 7 pm. As the clock ticked by, you suddenly started a pattern. Walked around the small parking lot. Stop. Pull a hand through your hair. Bite your nails. Look down at your watch and repeat. Over and over and over again.

8 pm rolled in. You had stopped checking your watch. Stopped biting your nails. Stopped walking around the parking lot. You just stopped. During these 2 hours, Eddie had begun to wonder if this wasn't a prank at all and if you had actually asked him out. If that were true… No. That couldn't be. It can't be.

8.05 pm. Eddie couldn't see your face anymore as your head was tilted down. H/C locks covered your face completely. A sudden gust of wind danced through, carrying your locks with it, uncovering your face for just a second. But that second was enough for him to see you. Eddie's eyes widen in horror as the light from the streetlight captured your wet and shining cheeks as the tears flowed down.

"Fuck." He jumped out of his bulky van, and almost threw himself to the ground with how fast he left the vehicle. "Idiot. You're such a fucking idiot Munson." He had just walked around his van when a sports car, that looked very much like Jason Carver's, came to a halt right in front of the now, cold and heartbroken girl. The passenger door was the first to open and out of the car jumped Chrissy, looking very excited.

"Hey, girl. I see that you are still here. Is Eddie inside paying for the meal?" She greeted her second hand with a beaming smile, ponytail bouncing as she skipped over to her best friend. She stopped in her tracks as you let out a sob. "What's wrong?"

You threw yourself into Chrissy's arms as you cried your heart out. "He- He never showed."

Chrissy nearly shouted out a; "What?" not fully believing what she had just heard.

"I knew that Eddie wanted nothing to do with me, and still I gave him that fucking note." You pulled away from Chrissy's embrace far enough to dry your tears. You didn't want to ruin her jacket like your ruined your friendship with Eddie. "I hoped that he missed me. That he missed our friendship as much as I do."

Jason let out a huffed laugh "He's just a freak Y/N. There are tons of guys who are better for you."

As much as Eddie hated it, he had to admit that Jason was right. Why would you settle for someone like him? He couldn't graduate. He wasn't smart or popular or a jock. He was nothing compared to any of the other guys in high school. So many wanted you and he knew that. He had seen the guys ask you out every day, some gave up and some still haven't. Andy and Chace were one of those guys who haven't given up yet. They took turns asking you out almost every single day. Eddie suddenly found the ground very interesting as he wallowed in self-pity and hate.

A hard slap echoed into the silent night, quickly followed by a howl of pain. "What the fuck Y/N?!" Screamed Jason.

Eddie lifted his head in shock. Did you just slap Jason Carver? And he missed it?

"He is nothing like you! Or Andy or Chace!" You yelled. "He is nothing like any of the other guys at Hawkins. He is Eddie, my Eddie!" "My Eddie!" kept echoing in his mind. After everything he had done and not done, you were still calling him yours. "You did something didn't you?" You accused Jason as you jammed your ring-dressed finger. Eddie nearly did a double take. Were you wearing the ring that he had given you before he asked you to the Snow Dance? "You must have said something to him and that's why he didn't show up."

"If you two were to get together, you would lose your status. Lose your friends and respect with the cheerleaders." Stated Jason matter-of-factly as he got into your face.

You clenched your jaw and Eddie could have sworn that he heard you growl. "THEN I QUIT!" Eddie's eyes widen at the harshness of your voice. He had never, ever heard you scream or yell like that. Both Chrissy and Jason took a step back in shock. He had almost forgotten that she was there as she had kept quiet the entire time you and Jason argued. "I don't want to be surrounded by people who can think so little of others who happen to be a little bit different."

Jason scoffed at that. What? Can't handle the truth? Eddie thought a smirk threatened to grow on his lips. "You've changed Y/N. You don't belong with those freaks." Jason was trying his best to reason with you but his frustration kept growing while his patience kept shrinking.

"You have changed Y/N. You don't belong with those freaks." Jason was trying his best to reason with you but his frustration kept growing while his patience kept shrinking.

"I am the same as I was 10 years ago! The only thing that changed was my dad's money status!"

Eddie hissed at that. He knew that it was the truth, his heart knew that you haven't changed. But his mind wouldn't let his heart control him. It wouldn't let him stay by your side in fear that you would one day change and become like the other rich kids that started to hang around you. When puberty hit you so beautifully, the cheerleaders and jocks befriended you and you joined the cheer squad.

Your family becoming rich didn't change you.

Becoming a popular cheer girl didn't change you.

But he was still afraid. He started ignoring you. He stopped talking to you, and he treated you just like the rest of the rich and popular kids in school. Your mutual friends Gareth, Jeff, and Kevin were just as afraid of you changing as Eddie and started to follow his lead even though it hurt them.

Jason threw his arms in the air in frustration. "Okay, so you haven't changed. Hip hip hooray. I still don't understand why the fuck you would ask the freak out on a date?"

"Because I love him!" It was as if the world stopped spinning. The wind stopped blowing. The clock stopped ticking. You love him? You, Y/N L/N, love him, Eddie Munson? "I am in love with Eddie "The freak" Munson!"

Fuck. He messed up big time. You had asked him out and he let you stand outside of the Dinner all alone for more than 2 hours, thinking that you were pulling a prank on him. He should have known better. He should have fucking known better. Deep breath Eddie, deep breath. In and out. It's time to grovel. With his newfound confidence, he walked out of the shadows toward you.

~~

You heard his chains clinking together and got a whiff of the lingering scent of weed before you saw him in the corner of your eye. "E-Eddie?" Your eyes widen in shock. You dried your wet eyes and cheeks as quickly as you could and combed through your hair with your fingers so that you didn't look like a total mess in front of him. "Wh-When did you get here?"

He took a deep breath before he looked into your eyes. Okay, confession time. "I've been here the whole time."

Before you could even open your mouth to ask him what he meant, he continued. "I'm sorry!" He didn't look away from your eyes. He needed you to see the honesty and love his eyes held. "I thought that the girl I have loved for so long, who grew up with nothing and suddenly had everything," He took a step closer towards her. His confidence was quickly depleting but he managed to get out what he wanted to say before he averted his eyes from hers and bowed his head. "I thought you wouldn't want to be with someone like me."

Your eyes soften and your heart clenched up in sorrow. "Eddie, look at me." When he didn't move a single inch to look back at you, you gently took his face into your hands and tilted his head up. "I've had a crush on you since I was 7 and I've been in love with you since I was 15." When his eyes widen and his mouth fell open, you let out a giggle.

"It's true." Pipped Chrissy up. "I've read her diary many times."

"Chrissy!" You gasped.

She ignored you and continued to talk to Eddie. "If she's hiding something from you, just come to me and I'll tell you."

You let go of his face and took his hand instead and started to drag him away towards where Eddie had come from. "Ookay. We are leaving." That seemed to have woken Eddie up.

"But I want to hear all about your little secrets."

"There are a lot of dirty ones~" Giggled your so-called best friend.

"Chrissy!"

~~

I'm sorry if this was bad. I think that I have lost my writing skills. (or maybe I didn't have that skill, to begin with) It was supposed to be longer, and have some smut, but I just can't come up with anything. I mean I have the dialog but not the actions or anything else in between. I hope you liked it still...

I think I need a writing buddy. Where can I find one?

It is 27 days until I turn 23!