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Can I request a fluffy Joseph Quinn x fem. reader oneshot where Joseph x reader take their baby girl trick-or-treating for the first time?
Trick or Treat!
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Warnings; Fluff
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“I wanna go as daddy!” Your 3 year old little girl had told you for the 15th time, after she’d caught a glimpse of him on TV. “Okay, okay, baby. You can go as daddy.” You coo to her softly, “But you’ve gotta eat your veggies for me, yeah?” She nods, a big grin on her face and her big brown eyes full of excitement.
Joseph didn’t know what you and your daughter had planned for her halloween costume, wanting it to be a surprise. It was her very first time going trick or treating and you weren’t sure who of the three was more excited. “(Y/N)! You in here?” You hear Joseph approaching the bathroom door. You gasp, turning to make sure the door was locked. “Yeah! We’ll be out in a sec!” You call back, turning around to finish up the last details of your daughters costume.
You crack the door just enough to peak your head through, “Close your eyes.” You tell him and he chuckles, closing his eyes. You turn to your daughter, “Ready?” She giggles, nodding her head. You slowly open the door, taking her hand and leading her to Joseph. “Okay, open!” You tell Joseph, the biggest grin forming on his face as he takes in the mini Eddie Munson stood before him.
“Oh, you’re joking!” He laughs loudly, and your daughter follows suit. “I’m you, Daddy!” You smile as he glances over at you. “She insisted.” You tell him, and he picks her up, twirling her around. “My little rockstar!” He cheers, and she squeals with happiness. “You ready to go Trick or Treating?” He beams at her, and she nods.
As you guys make your way down the streets, looking at all the decorations and costumes, your daughter stays between you and Joseph; holding onto her little pumpkin bucket. “Let’s go to this one!” She tugs on your sleeve, and you look up to the beautifully decorated house. “Sure, come on!” You take her hand as she drags you as quick as she can to the front door.
Joseph picks her up, “Just press that, okay? Then when they come to the door.. what do we say?” He asks softly, and she pushes the button. “Trick or treat.” She answers, and he grins proudly. The door swings open, an elderly couple standing on the other side. “Trick or treat!” She giggles, holding her little bucket. The woman grins widely at her, “Well, aren’t you just darling! My granddaughter watches Stranger Things!” She glances over at you and Joseph.
“Thank you!” Your daughter giggles, and the lady drops a few sweet treats into the pumpkin. “Have fun, little one!” She calls out as you all make your way back to the sidewalk, making your way to the next house.
After a couple hours of walking around; getting candy and looking at the decorations, you finally make your way back home. Your daughter still radiating excitement. “Let’s see what you got.” You chuckle as you place her on the couch, she claps and dumps her bucket out on the coffee table.
“Woah! Look at all this!” Joseph chimes in, taking a seat next to her. She rummages around the candy, handing some to you and Joseph. “One for me, one for mummy, and one for daddy..” She states, tossing a piece of candy into each of your hands.
After she sorts it all out, the excitement wears down and she starts to grow tired after all the walking. She yawns, laying head down into your lap, her legs swinging over Joseph’s. After a few minutes of you softly rubbing your hand on her arm, she falls asleep. “I can’t believe she went as Eddie..” Joseph smiles down at her. You laugh quietly, laying your head on the back of the couch as you look at him. “She loves you..” You smile, and he leans over, softly kissing your lips. “I love both of you, my sweet girls.”
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Authors Note: I hope this was good! I don’t remember much about trick or treating, but I absolutely love the idea. 🖤
Steve Harrington x Munson!reader
Concept from @reddir14
Summary- Reader is Eddie’s little sister, she’s dating Steve but lives with Eddie and Wayne. Reader and Steve just had a baby girl a few weeks prior to when story takes place. Reader is really struggling with new baby without Steve there to help all the time. Eddie steps up and helps his little sister with her newborn baby.
WARNINGS- reader has a breakdown, reader thinks she's a bad mother, crying Eddie being a total sweetheart
1.8k words
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Eddie closed the door behind his four-year-old son and ex-fiance, sighing heavily. He walked away from the door, going to lock himself in his room like he did every time his little boy left. He didn’t get to see the little mini-me often, seeing how the boys' mother moved them out of state to be closer to her family. Eddie really fought her on the matter, but she still moved them, much to his dismay.
Y/N woke with a start, hearing the front door close, knowing right away that Ozzy (Eddie’s little boy) was gone. It made her sad, knowing she wouldn’t see the little ray of sunshine for several months. It made her even sadder knowing Ozzy wouldn’t see his only cousin, her three-week-old daughter, Cecilia, for several months. Y/N also knew that Eddie would be upset for the next few days. He rarely got to see his little boy and it made living with his younger sister and her new baby that much harder. The metalhead was still with his fiance when Ozzy was born, but they split not long after his first birthday. Eddie had found out the mother of his baby had been cheating on him for well over three years. He had even questioned if little Ozzy was his baby, but a paternity test proved him to be the father without a doubt, and especially when the boy got older, looking just like his father. He had the same brown eyes, brown, curly hair, and the same way of talking. He was undeniably his boy, Amanda, his ex-fiance could deny it all she wanted, the test results were clear, and so was Ozzy being a little mini Eddie.
Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a screaming infant. The young mom takes a deep breath before getting out of bed and walking to the crib that is set against the wall across from her bed. She bends down to pick up the wailing baby, cradling her to her chest, trying her best to calm the infant. Y/N slowly walked back over to her bed, gently sitting down while she took off her top, trying her best to unclasp the nursing bra she was wearing so she could feed her baby. After struggling for several minutes to get the bra off, she carefully set baby Cecila down on her bed, picking her back up quickly once she got the clasp undone. She brought the still screaming infant up to her breast, letting her latch onto her, sighing out when the crying ceased, now only listening to the soft little coos the baby made as she fed from her mother.
While Cecilia drank, a knock sounded on the front door, catching Y/N’s attention. She groaned, quicking throwing a nursing blanket over her daughter and gingerly walking out of her room to open the front door.
When she opened the door, she was met with a smiling Steve, her boyfriend, and baby daddy (Steve hates when anyone calls him the baby daddy. He doesn’t want to be known as the baby daddy, seeing as he actually takes care of his daughter and her mother, instead of running off like most baby daddies do.). Y/N smiles tiredly up at her boyfriend, letting him lean in a press a tender kiss on her lips. “Good morning baby. How was your night?” He asks when he walks into the small trailer that she and Eddie lived in. Y/N pulls Cecila out from under the blanket when she feels her release her breast from her mouth, handing the baby over to her father to be burped and held while she pumped the rest of the milk she has in her breast, into a bottle.
“It was okay. Ozzy held her for a while before he went to bed. When Eddie handed her back to me is when she started screaming and crying. She cried for almost two hours until she wore herself out and fell asleep. Then she was up every other hour all night long. I think she just wanted you, but I couldn’t just go over to your place. I just don’t think she likes me. She’s only ever calm for you or Eds.” Y/N said, tearing up just slightly when she looked at how calm her baby was while she lay in her dad's arms.
“That’s not true Y/N. She can tell when you’re stressed out and it stresses her out. I feel terrible that I can’t be here but you know that I’m working extra shifts at the store so we can get our own place, so I’m never home. I’m just not comfortable leaving you home alone in that huge house with a baby. It makes me feel better knowing Eddie is here to help you when I’m not around. I’m sorry I’m not here to help you with Cecilia. I feel terrible leaving you alone with her.” Steve says, looking generally upset he couldn’t be there to help Y/N with the baby.
“I know you can’t be there to help, I’m just having a hard time with her is all,” Y/N says, blinking away the tears in her eyes. “How long do you have until you have to go to work?”
~*~
Eddie had just gotten home from shopping, bringing in the few bags full of food when he opened the door to be met with the screams of Cecilia and the crying sounds of Y/N. He freaks out just slightly inside when he can’t see the new mother-daughter pair, throwing the bags into the kitchen before walking back to his sister's room to find the girls there.
He walks into the room to find baby Cecelia on the bed, surrounded by pillows to make sure she didn’t go anywhere, crying and screaming her head off. Y/N sat on the floor, head in her hands as she sobbed into her hands. Eddie could see her shoulders shaking from her cries.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” Eddie asks, walking into the room carefully, not wanting to set off his overly emotional sister. Said girl is quick to shoot her head up, more tears welling in her eyes when she sees her older brother picking her daughter up, her cries stopping almost immediately.
“She hates me!” She cries, burying her head in her hands again.
“What are you talking about? Who hates you?” Eddie asks, gently sitting down on the floor next to his baby sister. He gently rocks the infant in his arms, back and forth, watching as her eyes close and she falls asleep.
“Cecilia hates me!” Y/N says, looking up at the now sleeping baby.
“What makes you say that?” Eddie asks gently, wanting to know why she would ever say that her own baby hates her.
“She just does! All she ever does when Steve or you aren’t here is cry! She’s only content and not screaming her head off when you or Steve is holding her. She hates me and I’m a terrible mother!” Y/N cries, looking up at Eddie with teary eyes.
“Cece doesn’t hate you! She loves you more than anything or anyone in this whole world. She just knows that you’re stressed and that makes her stressed. She’s fine with Steve and me because we’re not stressing or worrying when we’re holding her. She can tell when something is wrong. She doesn’t hate you Y/N/N.” Eddie says, pulling Cecila closer to his chest as he talks. “Here, I can watch her for awhile while you go and shower then sleep for a few hours. I know you’re still healing from having her. I also know you’re exhausted and need some sleep. And when you wake up, I’ll teach you a few things I learned from when Ozzy was a baby. Does that sound good to you?” Eddie asks, helping his little sister up off of the ground and gently pushing her to the bed with one hand, the other still holding up the baby. Y/N nods her head, falling onto the mattress. She covers herself up with the blanket and is quick to fall asleep. Eddie places a gentle kiss on the crown of her head before walking out of the room and out to the living room to cuddle with Cecilia.
~*~
When Y/N emerges from her room several hours later, her hair still wet from her shower, her eyes land on a sweet sight. In the living room, Eddie smiled down at his niece and he bounced her up and down, talking to Steve who sat in the recliner just a few feet away from him, a smile of his own on his face.
“I didn’t realize she was struggling so much with her. I was so busy with Ozzy while he was here and then being so depressed when he left I guess I didn’t bother to check on her. But today, when I saw her crying, I knew I had to step in and be the big brother I’ve always tried to be for her. And I didn’t realize how much I miss the infant stage. I love Ozzy and all, but I wish he was still a baby sometimes. I just can’t get enough of the baby cuddles!” Eddie said to Steve. Y/N tuned out the rest of what he was saying to watch him with Cecilia. He was a natural when it came to babies, but maybe that was just because he’s been a father for several years now and knows what he’s doing…
Eddie is quick to turn around when he hears the floor creak under Y/N’s feet, smiling at the young mother. He beckons her over to him, looking back down at his niece.
“I was just telling Steve that Cece seems to really like to be bounced slightly like this. How was your nap? I see you had a shower too.” Eddie says, looking back at his sister, watching as she just nods her head. “Alright! Parenting one-o-one is officially in session. Y/N, sit down on the couch and I’m going to teach you a few things about caring for a newborn.” Eddie says as he hands a very happy Cecilia over to her mother. Y/N cautiously takes the baby from her brother, cradling her to her chest. “Just relax, don’t stress out or worry, she can tell when you’re not happy.” Eddie says, smiling as Cece looks at her mother, giving her a gummy smile. Y/N can’t help but smile back down at her daughter, relieved she wasn’t crying the second she was placed down in her arms.
Y/N gazed down at the baby in her arms as she listened to Eddie talk, smiling at the faces her daughter was making. She had never seen her so happy while she laid in her arms, only ever seeing her crying. She could get used to this.
Yeah, this shouldn’t be that hard…
When Max graduates she throws two caps. One for her and one for Billy, whose early acceptance to Berkely is still sitting in a closed envelope on her desk, postmarked July 23, 1985.
Dustin throws two, too. His own and one that has "86 Baby" painted across the top in dripping red paint. He keeps Eddie's lucky D20 is his pocket all through college.
My requests are open!
Requests for-
STRANGER THINGS
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
Steve Harrington
TEEN WOLF
Stiles Stilinski
Liam Dunbar
Theo Raeken
Derek Hale
MARVEL
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Loki Odinson
I won't write smut, or boyxboy, sorry if that inconveniences you, I just don't feel comfortable writing that, and I'm not good with it. I will however write up to the moment and after, but not the actual smut
I also don't write for the actor, just the characters
I will write based off of songs, scenes, movies or shows. Pretty much any concept, I can write.
If you request, please give me a few days, up to 2 days to write, edit and publish your request.
Have a blessed day!!!❤️
how about steve and his gf hearing their bub do a proper laugh for the first time 🥺
I realized when I finished this that it wasn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway ily 🥺 dad!steve owns my heart
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Connor was a vocal baby, cooing and squealing at you and Steve, or whatever caught his attention. Despite this, he still had yet to really laugh at anything. It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Steve’s part, though, as he made faces and funny sounds at his little boy, or tickled his tummy in hopes for even the smallest giggle. He’d press his lips to Connor’s tummy and blow an obnoxious raspberry, to only get a gummy smile in return. Steve would pout and pick Connor up, pressing kisses to his chubby baby cheeks, “You don’t think daddy’s funny, huh, little man?”
“He just hasn’t figured it out yet, babe,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek, “I’m sure he thinks you’re hilarious.”
“Like you think I’m hilarious?” Steve gave you a cheeky grin.
“Oh, yeah, definitely, baby.”
It finally happened one evening, though, as you were giving Connor a bath. You’d just finished rinsing him off as he splashed at the water curiously, and quickly realized you’d forgotten to grab his pajamas out of the nursery. Letting out a groan, you called out, “Steve, baby? Can you grab Connor’s pajamas from the changing table?”
“Yeah, one sec!” Steve called back loudly from the bedroom, getting up to run to the nursery.
You turned back to your little boy, wiping the pad of your thumb over his forehead to get rid of some suds you’d missed, “Daddy’s coming with your jammies, bub, and we’ll get you all dried off and cozy in them. How does that sound?”
Hearing Steve’s footsteps back towards the bathroom, you plucked Connor out of the water and quickly grabbed the towel you’d left on the counter, wrapping him up in it. You hugged him to your chest, hand rubbing over his small back to dry him off as you turned towards the door.
You’d accidentally left one of the bathroom cabinets under the sink open, and noticed it just as Steve started walking in, “Here you go, babe—“
Steve had been moving quickly, not wanting his baby to get cold, and ran straight into the corner of the open cabinet, banging his shin into it forcefully, “Fuckin’ hell! Jesus, that fucking hurts!”
You grimaced, watching as Steve bent over in pain. “Shit— I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to leave it open—“ In normal circumstances, you were both usually pretty good at not swearing when your baby was around, even if he didn’t understand it.
Before Steve could reply, though, Connor who had been watching with wide eyes burst into a loud fit of giggles, absolutely delighted at the chaos in front of him. You looked at him and then quickly looked to Steve, trying to hold back your own laughter, and slapped your free hand over your mouth. When Steve realized what was happening, his head shot up, eyes disbelieving. His jaw dropped and he let out a huff, “Oh, so Daddy’s pain is what’s funny to you? That’s what makes you laugh? You’re such a stinker.”
“Are you okay, love?” you asked, still biting back your laugh until you knew he wasn’t seriously injured.
Rubbing his hand over his shin, Steve sighed, “Gonna leave one hell of a bruise, but I’m fine. More hurt that his first real laugh was at my pain.”
You brushed your pinky down your baby’s nose, finally letting out the laugh you’d been holding in, “That’s not very nice to laugh at your daddy when he’s hurt, baby boy. You should apologize.”
Connor only laughed again, nose scrunching up towards his eyebrows, making him look like an exact replica of Steve. You pressed a kiss to his cheek as you asked, “As long as you’re not bleeding out, could you get him in his pajamas? I’ll clean up in here.” You gestured to the water that had splashed on the floor from the bath, and the towels and baby clothes that had been strewn everywhere.
“Alright, c’mon, trouble maker,” Steve pretended to sigh as he took his little boy into his arms, settling him against his front. As he walked out of the bathroom, Steve put on an exaggerated limp, not even using the correct leg, causing you to burst into laughter as you rolled your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend.
Steve laid Connor onto your bed, dropping the footie pajamas onto the bedspread next to him. He crouched down to be at a better height as he dried his little boy off and got him into a diaper. “No wonder you get along with Auntie Robin and Uncle Dustin so well, huh? You think my pain is funny like they do. They’ve been teaching you naughty things when they babysit, haven’t they?”
His son smiled up at him as if he agreed with Steve and reached up with his small hands, trying to grab at the few loose strands of Steve’s hair that had fallen into his face. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” Steve mumbled, giving in easily as he bent down so Connor could grab his hair, and then pushed his nose against Connor’s cheek. He started peppering small kisses all over his little boy’s face, fingers pressing into his bare tummy to tickle him, causing soft giggles to escape him. Not quite the same laugh as earlier, but it made Steve happy nonetheless, and instantly was his favorite sound.
It wasn’t until Steve tried to sit up again that he heard the same laugh from earlier, one from his little boy’s chest. His fingers were still clutching Steve’s hair as he’d tried to sit up, causing Steve to let out a huff, face twisting up, “Ouch! Let go, bub!”
every time someone calls Steve dumb I lose one HP
I’ve had an idea - a gender reveal party for Steve and the single mom series (I was alive in the 80’s so I know they weren’t a thing back then, just baby showers) but the idea just came to me - Robin or Nancy would know the sex if the baby (thinking boy) and they would arrange the party. Totally understand if you think it’s a silly idea! (Congrats on almost 5000 followers btw!)
Thank you!
I really love this idea. Let’s just ignore the fact that gender reveal parties weren’t a thing yet and say they were for the sake of this cuteness! Funny you say a boy because…baby #3 as I’ve written in another fic, the one daydream they had (so I’m gonna write it like that) is going to turn out to be baby 3 AND 4. It’s twins!
Robin is definitely the head of this party, she would have an absolute BLAST planning it. Especially when she knows it’s twins (because they haven’t found out yet).
Imagine this is Steve when he finds out cause he’s SURE she’s fucking with them lol
Part of the Dad Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader ‘verse
Dad Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader Series masterlist
“Daddy, auntie Robin won’t tell me if the baby a boy or a girl!”
Abbie ran up to Steve, looking frustrated, her hands on her little hips. It made him chuckle cause damnit if she wasn’t a spitting image of him when he was frustrated.
He held Arabella on his hip while she was busy eating the snack that you’d given her earlier. So far today, she’d been wanting to cling to daddy, much to your relief. Your back was hurting enough between carrying a baby both inside you and on your hip.
“Abbie, that’s the point of the party,” he smiled, “We’re finding out if the baby is a boy or a girl. That’s why auntie Robin planned this party.”
“How we gonna find out?” she asked, confused.
“Well,” he said, shifting Arabella to his other hip, “You see the pretty cake over there?”
He pointed to the table where a bakery designed cake sat with other finger foods and refreshments. Robin had really outdone herself and had been so excited to plan this party. It wasn’t something Steve was familiar with, but Robin claimed gender reveal parties were the newest “thing”.
“Yes,” she nodded, “We’ll get to eat it, right?”
“Of course honey,” he smiled, “But that cake is important. Mommy will cut it open and the color of the inside will reveal the surprise of if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“So if it’s pink it means I’m right in thinking it’s a baby sister?” she asked.
“Mhm. Blue for a boy like mommy thinks.”
She scrunched up her nose.
“I don’t want a baby brother. Boys are icky.”
“Hey,” he mock pouted, “I’m a boy. You don’t like daddy?”
She sighed dramatically.
“That’s different daddy. You the only boy that’s not icky.”
“Let’s hope she still has the same attitude in about ten years,” Steve muttered as you passed by, catching the tail end of the conversation.
You snorted, giving him a look.
“If she’s as boy crazy as her mommy then you stand no chance of that, Steve,” you smirked.
He groaned, already dreading it.
“Stay four forever for me, sweetheart, okay?”
“Sure daddy!” she smiled, “So when do we eat cake?”
•
Robin was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, she was so excited.
“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep this secret? I’m dying already, cut the cake!”
Everyone had finally arrived and they all chuckled and smiled, agreeing to her sentiment. They were all eager to find out just as much as you and Steve were.
“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, grabbing the knife off the table.
Steve was at one side of you, baby free for a change. She was happily snuggling Joyce—no shock there. Abbie was on the other side of you, watching the cake intently like it would give her clues before you even cut it.
“Go for it, babe,” Steve said.
You made the first cut, pulling the knife out to see if you could spot any colored crumbs. All you spotted was the white icing that coated the outside and most likely the inside too. You made a second cut on the opposite side then slid the blade under the slice, pulling it out.
You blinked at it, not sure what you were seeing.
You heard one of your friends gasp.
“Holy shit.”
That had come from Joyce.
“I don’t get it, mommy,” Abbie said, looking up at you.
“Oh my god,” Steve huffed a disbelieving laugh.
It was a simple two layer cake, but instead of being solid pink or solid blue, the top layer was pink and the bottom was blue.
“It’s twins!” Robin squealed.
You had no memory of depositing the slice of cake onto a plate and setting down the knife because the next thing you knew, you were flinging yourself into his arms.
Steve had wanted another girl, you had been hoping for a boy. Turns out, you were getting both.
“Twins,” you mumbled, dazed, “Can you believe that?”
The hoots and hollers were drowned out when a beaming Steve leaned down to kiss you.
“I can’t wait,” he smiled.
You heard a huff of annoyance from behind you—coming from your eldest daughter.
“Now can we eat the cake?”
i love your whole dad!steve concept it truly makes my heart burst! set in the singlemom!reader verse, could you do something where it’s steve’s birthday and the reader surprises him with an adoption certificate asking him to adopt the baby?
That would be the CUTEST THING. Oh yes, I’m so excited for this! I have to use this gif because imagine how stunned and surprised and just shocked in general he would be. My heart 😭 (also, fun fact: I ended up including my little fur baby’s name in here)
“Surprise!”
“Jesus Christ! You scared the shi- uh crap out of me!”
Steve put a hand to his chest, eyeing the toddler in your arms, glad he’d caught the swear just in time. These days, she was repeating anything she heard so he’d tried to be extra careful what he said when he was around her.
“Happy birthday, Steve,” you smiled, putting the little girl in your arms down so she could greet him too.
She went flying the short distance between you and Steve, running over to him to hug his legs.
“Happee birfday daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her small arms around his legs.
He smiled, bending down to pick her up.
“Thank you baby girl and mommy,” he said looking over at you, the smile lighting his face.
“I got you pwesent,” she said, beaming up at her daddy.
“Did you now? What did you get me? Hmm, a tie?”
She shook her head emphatically.
You raised a brow, amused, “You? I’m a tie?”
He stuck his tongue out at you, playfully.
“Let’s see,” Steve resumed his guessing game with his and your daughter, “Is it…a book?”
“No!” she grinned.
“Is it your favorite stuffed bunny named Hoppy?”
“No, silwee!” she giggled.
Still working on her pronunciation of the word, “silly” came out much cuter and funnier than it should’ve, causing Steve to laugh with joy.
“Is it a million kisses for daddy?” he asked again, then started attacking her face with kisses, giving her numerous ones all over her face.
The little girl squealed with joy. It was one of her favorite things her daddy did, was give kisses.
“Mommy have pwesent,” she finally said when Steve stopped, pointing towards you.
You held a print out caked shaped design that the toddler had “painted”. But, at the top, you’d done a little activity with her. You’d dipped her entire finger into different paints and made a few “candles” out of her finger prints at the top of the cake. It had turned out adorable.
“What is this?” Steve asked, taking the picture, looking at it.
The smile hadn’t left his face yet, but it grew even brighter as he looked at the picture.
“Did you do this for me, sweetie?” he asked.
Your daughter nodded with a smile.
“Mommy hepped.”
“Mommy helped?” he translated.
“Yesh.”
“Well, I love it,” he kissed the top of her head, “Thank you so much princess.”
“You welcome, daddy.”
“The kids, Robin, Eddie, Nancy and Joyce all dropped off their presents earlier,” you chuckled, nodding to the pile of wrapped presents and gift bags on the couch, “The living room looks like Christmas currently.”
Joyce and Mrs. Wheeler were hosting a cook out party for Steve at the Wheeler’s house this weekend for everyone to gather and celebrate your boyfriend, but most of the gang had decided to drop off their gifts for him early, on his actual birthday. Today, he was celebrating with you and your daughter.
“Well I guess that means someone is going to have to help open all those presents. Who should it be?” Steve tapped his chin, thinking.
“Meme! Meme! Meme! Pwease, daddy?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely, of course you can.”
He kissed her cheek.
“What’s for dinner? It smells amazing in here,” he said, following you further into the kitchen.
“I fixed spaghetti since the munchkin requested it,” you said, sparing the little girl an amused glance, “I hope that’s okay.”
“Pagetti!” she cheered.
“Well, then I’m in luck because your spaghetti is my favorite,” he smiled, giving you a kiss as well.
“No,” your baby whined, trying to pull Steve’s face away from you.
She was currently going through a bit of a jealous phase where she wanted Steve’s attention at all times.
“Hey, now that’s not nice, sweetheart. There’s enough of daddy to share okay? See, look. I can give you a kiss as well.”
He kissed her cheek, then her forehead to prove his point.
“Now, can you say sorry to mommy?”
“I sowwy,” she frowned, not liking to upset either one of you.
“It’s okay sweetheart,” you soothed, running a hand over her hair.
“Go get cleaned up, dinner is almost ready, okay?” you told Steve.
“You heard what mommy said. Let’s go wash our hands okay?” he bounced her in his arms.
“Oh I got a present for you, too, but I’ll give it to you later, if that’s alright?” you said.
“Oh,” he smirked, “That’s more than alright.”
“Steve!” you huffed, hitting his chest playfully, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Alright, but can it be arranged? It is my birthday after all. I deserve some dessert.”
He gave you a grin, with a suggestive little wiggle of his brows before he walked out with the little girl, heading towards the bathroom.
“Besides cake, I mean!” he hollered.
You laughed, shaking your head at the audacity of him.
•
It wasn’t until after yours and Steve’s daughter was down for the night that you got the chance to give Steve your present.
True to his word, he’d let her help him open his gifts. She was a mess after the spaghetti dinner though, so bath time came first. Per Steve’s request, you and he gave her a bath together. She absolutely loved the extra attention, having both mom and dad with her for bath time was a rare occurrence. It was usually one or the other.
While Steve got her into her pajamas, you drained the bathwater and cleaned up the bathroom, not leaving it for later when you knew you’d be too tired to deal with the mess.
With hair still wet from the bath and in fresh pajamas, Steve set her in his lap and let her help him open presents. He let her pick which one to start with and it was off from there. You had a kick watching both of them, the toddler just as excited as Steve was. You appreciated how he included her in so much; you appreciated it more than he probably knew.
It wasn’t until the last few presents that her energy drained and the tell-tale signs of her sleepiness kicked in. She was yawning and rubbing her eyes, beginning to fuss at the mention of bedtime.
She fell fast asleep just before the last present and after opening it as quietly as he could—even though it didn’t disturb her the slightest—Steve carried her to bed and tucked her in.
He was tidying up the floor when you walked back in the room, picking up the pieces of wrapping paper and tissue paper from gift bags that had been carelessly thrown by an excited two and a half year old.
You hid the gift behind your back as you entered, biting your lip nervously. You were afraid that he might not like it as much as you’d hoped he would when you’d first received it. It was a medium sized rectangular gift box, wrapped in birthday wrapping paper, but it was what was inside that was the true gift.
Steve was chuckling to himself when you first entered and now he looked up, seeing you, filling you in on what was amusing him so much.
“I can’t believe Henderson got me four cans of Farrah Fawcett hairspray. What a kid.”
“Steve? Why don’t you sit down?”
Sensing your somber mood, he sat on the couch.
“What’s up?”
You sat down next to him, revealing the present from behind your back.
“Happy birthday.”
“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into him before kissing your temple.
“I know. But I wanted to. Go ahead, open it.”
He tore into the wrapping paper at a much more normal speed than that of the excited toddler earlier. He peeled away the wrapping to see the gift box you knew was underneath. He peered at you curiously before lifting the lid.
Inside, nestled in tissue paper was a small stack of papers. Steve’s brows crinkled in confusion as his eyes scanned over the paper on top.
“What’s this?” he asked.
He looked back down at his gift, his eyes widening when they landed on the word “adoption”.
“Is this…?” he started, not quite sure how to finish his sentence.
“It’s adoption papers. To legally adopt baby girl. Make her a Harrington,” you finished for him.
He stared at you, blinking. Then he set the box aside, taking your face in his hands. His thumbs stroked your cheeks gently.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
You saw tears in his eyes. You also saw a smile on his face. He was so happy and that erased any nerves you’d felt before he’d opened it.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
He kissed you then, holding your face firmly in his hands, trying to convey his gratefulness, his happiness, his love, in the single kiss.
As if that hadn’t been enough, he made sure you knew his answer when you two had parted.
“I’d love to adopt her.”
It was the best birthday Steve had ever had.
Steddie with Nurse!steve
I can’t get out of my head the idea of Steve becoming a nurse.
Most likely he doesn’t even see college as an option, so when someone (Robin) suggests becoming a nurse, he laughs it off with “I need college to do that” and “that’s a woman’s job”.
After being kindly smacked for saying that (Robin again), he starts to think about it more seriously.
He does it when he babysits his favorite fifteen year olds, when he helps Lucas out after a minor basketball injury, but especially whenever he’s taking care of Eddie’s battlefield wounds.
He feels a sense of pride and accomplishment every time he changes his bandages, helps him out with simple tasks or relieves him from the pain, but he also grows frustrated when Eddie has symptoms he has not the knowledge to recognize and has to take him to the doctors for check ups.
«Why not a doctor?» He asks Robin one day, completely out of the blue.
«You hate doctors» she replies, after one second of astonishment.
«Do I?»
«Yes??? Don’t you remember how pissed you were when we brought Eddie to the hospital and you kept cursing at them?»
«They were all assholes! None of them cared about him, even if he was half dead! They barely spoke to any of us, and he stayed for like, a month??»
«They were fine, they helped him right?»
«It wouldn’t kill them to be a little kinder…”»
«… like a nurse?»
Steve flips her off and she laughs.
Contrarily to any prediction, he tells Eddie first.
He doesn’t want to give Robin any chance to say “I told you so” before being 100% sure about his choice. He and Eddie got insanely closer since Steve decided to take care of him until he got back in shape, and after that their routine was so entangled that felt more natural to keep it up.
Steve knows they’re weirdly attached to one another, he drives Eddie everywhere, they spend the night at each other’s places, they sleep in the same bed, they talk about the smallest things to their deepest thoughts and fears. Every time his minds wonders about their dynamic, Steve brushes it off as “Platonic with a capital P” like what he has with Robin, but he’s lying to himself.
He doesn’t look at Robin the way he does with Eddie, he doesn’t think about holding hands with her and well, kissing her. But he knows he can’t do any of that, so he buries these thoughts and hides them under the “platonic with a capital P” like he did with Robin months ago.
They will go away, he hopes.
«I’m thinking about becoming a nurse» he says, casually one day. They’re hanging out in Eddie’s trailer, lazily sprawled on the couch.
Eddie sits up, rigid, and looks at him like he has grown a second head.
«Eddie?»
«I fucking hate you» Eddie bursts «do you enjoy making me suffer?»
Steve is absolutely shocked by the reaction «w-what?»
«taking care of me daily like I had a hot personal nurse wasn’t enough?? You want to do the real thing? I bet it’s because of some selfless reasons like “I wanna help others” “think about the kids” and all of that bullshit» he gets up, pacing around the small space as he speaks «it was hard enough to make sure you wouldn’t notice how it made me feel- fuck, you’re going to wear the uniform to? Fucking hell-»
Steve stands up as Eddie is pouring out every single thought he had bottled up, pretty much like Steve Did, probably not realizing fully what he is doing.
Steve steps closer while Eddie is too busy with his stream of consciousness to notice «-just a poor man Stevie, what can I do when you take off my shirt and touch me everywhere? I even dream about it! And I don’t know why I’m telling you this and why are you so close I told you I-» his sentence dies as Steve presses their lips together.
The kiss effectively shuts him up, not that Steve wasn’t enjoying the heated confession, but knowing they feel the same about each other, he doesn’t want to waist one second more.
Bonus:
«are you ready?»
«no I’m not» Eddie groans, sitting on the bed «just come out already»
Steve steps into their bedroom, wearing his nurse uniform for the first time.
«Fuck!» Eddie groans, dramatically throwing himself on the bed. He brings a hand over his heart «help! I’m having a stroke, I need a hot nurse to do CPR on me!»
Steve laughs «there’s so many wrong things with everything you said I don’t know where to begin» but he leans down to kiss him nonetheless.
dear writers who are slower/take more time with their writing or writers who are on hiatus or writers who are trying to find their voice again, i see you and i love you and you are valid
“you’re so quiet” bro it's literally so loud in my brain.
Steve: [Gently taps table]
Robin: [Taps back]
Eddie: What are they doing?
Nancy: Morse code.
Steve: [Aggressively taps table]
Robin: [Slams hands down] YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
Wishing all fic writers a very Please Stop Using The Tiny Font I am Blind
He just wants his dad // Eddie & Wayne
Summary: as the title says - Eddie just wants his dad. Comfort.💗
It's barely noon when Wayne, a heavy sleeper, is woken up. He only got back from his shift a few hours ago and he had immediately toed off his boots and collapsed into the pull out bed which Eddie had prepared for him before he had left for school that morning. The Munson men had a quiet way of loving each other, understated to all but those who understood.
There's a heavy pressure on Wayne's chest. Sound creeps into his awareness and he registers quiet sniffles, suppressed and muffled by lips pressed tightly together. Wayne shifts and the weight on his chest freezes, the sounds of crying stops and Wayne can only hear his own breathing in the room.
The crying isn't his and only one other person has a key to the trailer, which means...
Wayne's hand lifts and moves into Eddie's hair of its own accord; so strong is his instinct to protect his nephew. Nicotine stained fingers delve into dark, soft curls. Eddie jolts at the first touch, unable to see his uncle move with the way his face is pressed into the blue shirt underneath red and white plaid, but Wayne persists. Gentler at first, to soothe Eddie's scare, but then at the pace he prefers; smooth, steady, constant.
Through his threshold consciousness does he feel Eddie nuzzle his face across, and Wayne moves his hand so he can tilt Eddie's head up. Eddie follows the upward tug and Wayne cracks his eyes open, groggy blues taking in tear soaked cheeks and molten pools of chocolate.
"S'matter, kid?"
Eddie's bottom lip and chin tremble. He shakes his head, exhales roughly, looks down and plucks at Wayne's shirt. "Too much, man. I just - " more tears drip sore down Eddie's face and Wayne brushes them away easily, his body moving by itself. He's not thinking about how to comfort Eddie, it's just happening. It's always been easy to love Eddie. Anger burns hot in Wayne but he channels it into soothing his nephew, taking care of him the way he always has. "School got too much and I didn't even get to see you this morning before I took off and, fuck, I just - " Eddie shook his head as a sob ripped out of his throat. "Got in the van and before I knew it, was here. Saw you, d - " Eddie cuts himself off with a firm headshake, not letting himself say what he was going to.
Wayne watches Eddie try to make himself smaller and touches the back of Eddie's head, pushing down lightly. Eddie gets the hint and rests his head back on Wayne's chest, his ear over his uncle's beating heart. "Finish the sentence, kid," Wayne's voice is gruffer than usual in his sleepiness but his encouragement is warmly intended.
Eddie takes a deep breath, steeling himself to say something he usually doesn't allow him to unless it's in moments like this; when Eddie needs familial love. "Saw you lying here, dad, and I just - " Edie sighs, swipes a hand over his face, "I just wanted a hug. Didn't mean to wake you but it got to me, man."
Wayne hears everything Eddie says but what he listens to is, someone was really mean to me today and I missed you this morning so I came home for a hug.
And it warms him from the inside out.
Wayne smiles and begins to sit up on the bed, making Eddie move. Once Wayne is all the way sat up on the bed, Eddie is moving from the floor and sitting beside him, totally leaning into Wayne. Wayne opens his arms and Eddie falls into the fleshy cage offered to him, more tears soaking his uncle's shirt as he shakes and cries. Wayne sits there, quietly stewing in anger towards whomever or whatever caused his strong nephew to shatter like this, unable to hold himself together in such an intense way that he has come home in the middle of the day for a hug, but shows only love and care towards Eddie. The anger is channelled into love, because that's who Wayne wants to be for Eddie.
The one who always, always steps in and steps up.
"M'sorry, I - "
Wayne cuts Eddie off, "this wasn't you, son. You need a hug, you need anything, you come find me, just like you did today. You know that."
Eddie does know that, he does, and that's why he feels no shame or embarrassment when he squeezes his arms even tighter around Wayne and nuzzles himself home. His tears slow, slow, but Eddie remains where he is and Wayne lets him. He's tired, he wants to go back to sleep, but Eddie isn't done and Wayne's not working tonight, so his body's needs can wait. Anything for Eddie.
Anything.
Everything else fades away until it's just a broken-hearted son and his gentle natured but angry dad and a whole lotta' love. It's what the Munsons always get right.
Love.
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sounds about right.
Can I please order some banana slices to share w Eddie? The scenario being that thing on tiktok where he literally just picks you up and swings you around? I feel like being rattled around like that would shake something back into place in my brain.
you are formally invited to ddejavvu's 10K dinner party, now serving palate cleansers
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One minute you're folding laundry, the next you're in the air. Eddie's arm digs tight into your inner thigh and his other winds around your waist, a soft grunt coming from him as he hoists you into the air.
"Eddie!" You shriek, a giggle spilling uncontrollably from between your lips, "Eddie no!'
"Eddie yes!" He insists, lowering his voice and giving it a dark rasp, "Rocking the baby~."
He swings you left, then right, your body slumping into his arms like sack of potatoes. You relinquish control of your limbs, letting Eddie flop you around like a ragdoll while you laugh. Your stomach twists and turns, the feeling light and airy, until finally he has mercy on you and sets you down.
His hair makes him look like he is the one who got flopped around, but your chest heaves with adrenaline and makes up for it. His eyes are alight with mischief, and he leans in to kiss the last giggle right out of your mouth.
"What was that for?" You break away, breathless.
He shrugs, the chain hung from his jeans jingling as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, "Do I need a reason to kiss you?"
"Not- You need a reason to shake me around like a jar of glitter!"
"All babies need a good shaking every now and then." He states, matter-of-factly, "Isn't that what they say?"
"Eddie, no! That could kill them!"
"Oh." His proud smile drops, "Well, you're still alive, aren't you?"
calling eddie by his name instead of the usual 'babe' or 'baby' and he thinks hes in trouble
you wandered into yours and eddies room, staring down at the assembly instructions of the coffee table you had just bought.
"hey, eddie, i know i said i could do this myself but can you help me real quick?" you asked, not looking up from the paper.
you missed the way he tensed, quickly setting aside his guitar and making his way to you.
"uh... yeah, of course."
"great!" you headed back into the living room of your new home, eyes still scanning the words on the page. "i cant get this tightened down enough, and i dont want it to be all wobbly and uneven."
eddie nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as he mulled over the day in his head. maybe you really did want him to help and he just didnt pick up on the signals? he forgot to put gas in the van and you had to go and do it, but you brought him back a snack from inside, surely you werent mad at him about that? shit, what was the date?
"you okay, love?" you laughed softly, waving your hand in front of his face to snap him back to reality.
"did i... did i do something wrong?" he asked, and the hurt puppy dog look on his face made your heart melt.
"what? no, baby, what makes you say that?" you set the paper down, handing him the little hex key that came with the table. "this one right here."
he didnt look at you, a little embarrassed at being so anxious over such a small thing, instead focusing on tightening the little screw keeping the leg in place.
"you called me eddie."
"...isnt that your name?" you laughed softly, not quite understanding.
"well yeah, but you never call me eddie." he set the key down after tightening it, taking the other screw you handed to him and placing it in the hole, tightening it with his fingers as much as he could before going back to the key.
you thought for a moment, trying to recall the last time you called him by his actual name.
"huh. i guess i dont." you laughed, grabbing his hand to get his attention. "did you think i was mad at you?"
"yes!" he sounded exasperated and you laughed more. "i thought i forgot our anniversary or something, fuck. i was freaking out!"
you snorted through your laughter causing eddie to grin.
"no! jesus, im sorry baby. im not mad, i promise."
he laughed in relief, shaking his head before leaning over the little coffee table to kiss your head.
"im glad. had me scared for a minute."
eddie’s love language being physical touch but gets all overwhelmed and shy when he feels your hands roam his chest, hips, shoulders, anywhere you can get to. he would take in an involuntarily sharp breath because it’s something he has very little experience with.
you’d notice the way his body tensed at your hot touch, gently taking your hands away. “everything okay, eds?”
eddie’s face would flush in embarrassment, not used to being vulnerable and exposed like this with somebody he cared deeply for. which, was also something he wasn’t used to.
“y-yeah, sweetheart. ‘m fine.” he’d mumble, unsure how to explain himself in the right way. a way that wouldn’t make you look at him like everybody else did: like he was a freak.
you’d cock an eyebrow at your suddenly shy, soft-spoken boyfriend. it was so unlike eddie to not say what was on his mind. “i don’t buy it, eddie. it’s like you’re not even here.” and you don’t mean for it to come out as flat as it did, but it was too late when he winced.
“i know, ‘m sorry baby,” his hand would find home at the base of your neck as he rubbed small circles with his thumb, urging you to meet his eyes. “i guess im just not used to… all of this.” eddie gestured the two of you with his other hand and hoped it made enough sense so he wouldn’t embarrass himself further.
you softened instantly, laced your fingers with his and kissed the back of his hand. he’d look at your hands all jumbled together, soft dewy gloss shimmering on his skin, and wondered if the knots in his stomach would ever go away. but then his eyes fluttered back to yours and it was like the entire world dissolved behind you, your eyes gentle and loving.
“eddie, we can go as slow as you want to. just tell me if it’s ever too much, okay?” you whispered, not ever in a million years thinking it would be you to comfort him; a metalhead who wore handcuffs on his belt and considered drug dealing a job. “i love you, even if you hate being touched by me…too soon?” you joked, trying to lighten the tension that had suddenly settled in the room.
you sat in silence for a beat, about to backpedal thinking you went too far. but eddie’s furrowed look evaporated as he laughed loudly at your joke, an incredulous look on his face when he finally calmed down. “yeah, too fuckin’ soon! christ.” but he had to stifle his laughter by biting down on his bottom lip.
you smiled at him; so gorgeous, eddie thought - and you leaned in to give him a soft but sugary sweet kiss. “i love you too, pretty girl,” he mumbled when you pulled away, hot breath fanning your mouth. without another word, eddie pulled you on top of him, wrapped his arms around your back, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
turned out, it was possible for eddie’s anxieties to completely vanish without a trace. only weeks later was he climbing all over you as you watched a movie with your friends, his hands roaming your figure and tugging you endlessly closer to him. if the two of you did anything together that didn’t involve your hands, eddie would insistently hold yours. eddie! i’m trying to eat! you’d scolded him once when he stole your hand away from the table. he’d only shrug with a well, your other hand is free, sweetheart.
and though he was often sometimes insufferable, you could never deny the intimacy that eddie had now craved. you realized you’d do anything for him, anything at all to make him happy.
JOSEPH QUINN as ENJOLRAS BBC Les Misérables 1.06, dir. Tom Shankland
JOSEPH QUINN for Esquire Singapore
can we talk about braiding eddie’s hair bc I feel like he would melt into a puddle at someone playing with his hair. mean metal man goes from >:( to :)
of course we can because i absolutely believe eddie relishes in you playing with his hair and running your nails against his scalp, massaging gently.
it starts while he sits on your bedroom floor, sifting through your mess of records and cassettes. you are as much a music junkie as he is, making dates at the record store long and very expensive.
you make your way to the edge of your bed, legs dangling on either side of his shoulders. your hands subconsciously land on the crown of his head, fingers slotting through the wavy strands and combing down to the ends.
he hums at your touch, rolling his neck to the side and bumping your calf. you begin raking his hair back, pulling it all off of his shoulders. eddie closes his eyes and forgets about finding the perfect album to put on- just wants to feel your hands in his hair.
“can i braid it, baby?”
“hmm?” eddie’s unfocused, distracted by the way the gentle pull against his roots stirs something inside of him he’s unfamiliar with.
“your hair,” you say gently. “can i braid it?”
“yeah, yeah,” he murmurs. “anything you want, princess.”
you opt for two french braids, cascading down the sides of his head. eddie finds it soothing to have his hair played with and styled in a way he could never manage on his own. you absently hum “my love, my life” by abba (a band you’ve yet to sway eddie onto) but he pays no mind to it. he just relaxes beneath your touch, warmth spreading from his chest down to the very tips of his toes as he realizes he’s never felt more safe in his entire life.
you are indeed his love and his life.
*giggling voilently*
credits by me ofc.
Joseph Quinn for Wonderland Magazine
I’m a huge fan of this gif of Dacre and Joe. What a bunch of dorks. ❤️
This was so cute!!🥹
Hey! How are you?
I was wondering if you could do one where during a Comic Con a fan ask to Joseph Quinn about some pictures that have been circulating on the internet (in the pictures you can see Joseph and reader walking on the street, holding hands or kissing), like fans are asking if the person on the pictures is his partner. And Joseph just start talking about the reader and blushing by the thought of the reader, like it’s all very fluff and sweet.
I’m sorry if I wasn’t very specific or it’s not understandable, english it’s not my first language. Take the request if you want to and take your time.
Official.
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
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A secret relationship was never an easy one to keep, and dating someone so prevalent in the public eye.. secrets don’t tend to last long.
You and Joseph had done a fairly decent job at keeping the relationship private, and out of the media. That is until one night, you’d decided to go out; in celebration of his success in Stranger Things, and to just be in each other’s company after so much time apart.
You and him had just finished dinner, and you were out for a stroll in the streets of London; hand in hand. That’s when you’d spotted a few fans across the street, lights flashing as they captured pictures of you two. You and Joseph both hurriedly made your way to his flat, but not before the photos were already being posted online.
Joseph had yet to come forward about the photos, and the mystery woman in them. Trying his best to just let it blow over instead of blow up.
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You were sat backstage, watching as the cast of Stranger Things answered questions from the audience. You’d laugh at some of the questions being asked, and adored how supportive the fans were of your boyfriend and his newfound fame.
You see a girl be handed a microphone, looking ever so nervous to be standing there. “Hi, I’m..” She introduces herself. “My question is for Joe Quinn.” Joseph smiles widely, ready for anything she throws at him. “So I’m sure you’ve heard about the photos that have been circulating the internet, of you and a.. mystery woman. I was just wondering, is she your girlfriend?” She shyly asks, and you gasp quietly from backstage.
Your eyes land on Joe, who looks just as shocked as you. You can see the blush spreading across his upper chest and face. He laughs loudly, “That’s quite the question you have there.” Clearly nervous, he looks around at his cast mates.
“But yes, that is my girlfriend. I hadn’t made it official publicly but now seems as good a time as any..” He rambles on, a shy, embarrassed smile on his face as he rubs his face with his hand.
“I apologize for putting you on the spot, but she’s very pretty!” The fans tries to save herself. “That’s okay! I don’t mind, it would be out eventually.. and yes, she is. She’s very pretty.” He takes a quick glance at you backstage, before returning his attention to the fan. His face is bright red, and you can tell he’s a bit flustered.
“Thank you, you’re amazing.” The fan finishes, handing the mic to the next person. “My question is pretty simple, for Joe as well.” The girl starts, and Joe bites his lip nervously. “Can we meet her? Like.. is she here?” Joe laughs loudly, before turning to the event manager, whispering something in her ear. The manager nods briefly, saying something back to him.
“Yeah, she’s here. Fuck it! Why not?” He gasps, covering his mouth quickly. “Can I say that?” He mentally shames himself and the audience laughs. “Be right back!” He gets up, running over to you. Your eyes are wide as he places his hands on your shoulders, “Do you want to? It’ll be quick.” He searches your eyes. You nod, “Fuck it!” You laugh, copying his comment from before. He smiles, taking your hand and leading you onto the stage with him.
The audience goes crazy at your appearance, screaming and pointing. Joe takes the mic, glancing at you with his hand in yours. “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).” He introduces, holding the mic to you. “Hi, everyone. Lovely to meet you all.” You speak shyly, earning a scream from the audience in return. You laugh before you start to make your way off stage, Joseph stops you, grabbing your hand and places a soft kiss on your cheek before letting you go.
The audience absolutely loses it, crying and screaming with joy at Joseph’s PDA. “Isn’t she lovely?” He laughs into the mic before finding his seat again. You hear someone in the crowd scream, “We love her!” Before they continue on with the questions, and you watch from the back in awe.
It’s official.
That was so cute
Uncle and nephew
How Eddie came to Wayne. This damn near made me cry, y'all.
Wayne hadn’t known what to do when his sister called him crying, her husband had been arrested again, and Eddie was nowhere to be found; at least so she though. Wayne knew she was drunk – probably worse than that – so he came running to her trailer which was just down the road of his own.
He screamed the kid’s name in hopes of finding him somewhere in the park, but to no avail. When he got to his sister’s trailer, she was sitting in the corner, knees tucked into her chest, still frantically crying. Wayne knew what had happened: Her useless husband had probably started some shit and things became physical quickly, leaving her with yet another bruise, another cut, or whatever it was this time. He had seen her in this state one too many times, feeling forlorn as to how to help her.
Wayne had made the decision then and there that if – when – he found Eddie, he would take the kid home with him. His sister and her husband’s presence was no safe environment for a three-year-old, and even though Wayne himself didn’t have much to offer, he would make ends meet.
Before resuming his search for Eddie, he called his sister an ambulance. Although he didn’t have it in him to comfort her, he still cared enough to let her be taken to a hospital to get the treatment she needed, his priority being Eddie.
Wayne found the little boy cowering beneath his parents’ bed, hands pressed against is face, shaken by the sobs that were leaving his mouth.
“Hey buddy”, Wayne whispered to him softly, “it’s okay. You can come out now, daddy’s gone. And mommy’s getting help now, too.”
The boy peaked through his fingers to look at his uncle.
Wayne didn’t have any children of his own, he wasn’t particularly good with them anyway. But somehow, he had always had a soft spot for the curly-haired, brown-eyed boy. He was looking at him, eyes blown in terror.
Wayne reached out his hand. “Come on, let’s make a deal. If you come out from under the bed, I’ll make you pancakes. How’s that sound?”
Eddie’s sobs calm slightly. He crawls towards his uncle. “Promise?” – “Pinky promise.” Wayne smiles as the boy takes his hand.
Eddie didn’t realize until late into his adulthood that that promise wasn’t just about pancakes. It was about his uncle doing anything in his power to keep him safe.
because I've seen a couple posts like this recently:
Do not be discouraged if you see someone with the same idea for a fic as you! Because that's what we want--the same exact stories, over and over, through the unique lens of each writer! That's the beauty of fanfiction: you can read the same story, slightly to the left, as many times as possible!
So please, post that fic that has the same premise as someone else. Write your version of it, and rest assured knowing that at the very least, one person will be delighted to find the same kind of story as one they just finished!