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State Your Name (for the Record) - S.R.

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert, emotional H/C

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader       Word count: 5560

Summary:  For a man haunted by nightmares, waking up was an ambivalent process.

For a man in love, the pros outweighed the cons. And make no mistake, Steve Rogers was a man in love. 

In which Steve feels blue, but he can count on his girl to raise his spirits – especially since she can convince his whole team to do something nice for him.

Warnings: implied mission going not so well, angst, crying, self-doubts,  swearing ,fluff and cheesiness of the highest order

Waking up was an everyday process most people considered unpleasant.

For a man haunted by nightmares, either made up by his traumatised mind or simply by pressing re-play on one from the stack of torturous memories, the action was both relieving and exhausting.

Waking up meant the nightmares were over; waking up meant he had to pick himself up and, despite all odds, face another day, even when his body ached and his soul seemed too tired, yet determined to continue to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

For a man in love, the pros outweighed the cons. And make no mistake, Steve Rogers was a man in love.

A woman he proudly called his girlfriend was nothing less than everything he could wish for; she carried beauty in features she considered imperfect, she never failed to make him smile for at least a fraction, her laughter filled his chest with delight as it lit up the room and she was gentle and dorky to a fault. And for he was willing to give her the world, she reciprocated his feelings to full extend.

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THREE MEN AND A BABY - Summer of 87’

(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

more dad!eddie can be found on my masterlist

summary: . . you leave eddie to watch your newborn with some ‘help’ (they don’t really do anything) from jonathan and argyle.

a/n: everyone lives in Hawkins because i said so. as always, no beta so mistakes will be fixed later.

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“Dude.”  Argyle leaned in for a closer look, staring deeply into the unimpressed, brown eyes peering up at him from her place in her bouncer, tiny fists curled near her head, fuzzy with dark curls. “You had a baby.” Eddie snickered while Jonathan shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, I know that, man.” “No—you don’t get it, man! Like, you had a baby. You’re a dad. She is composed of half of your DNA. The fruit of your looms!” Jonathan choked on the cold pizza he’d been scarfing down at that bit of Argyle’s rant. “She’s—Oh, she got your eyes, too.”  Argyle ended on a coo, a finger reaching down to run over her soft, chubby cheek. From the moment you and Eddie brought Penny home three weeks ago, you’d been attached to her. Utterly and completely obsessed with the perfect little being your body had spent months creating. While you’d been initially incredibly hesitant to meet her—coherently, at least, she’d been placed on your chest briefly when you’d been having a horrible out of body experience from the pain of having just pushed her out seconds before—it was hard for you to put her down now. You blamed that newborn baby smell. It was your weakness, if she was cradled against you, your head was angled down to sniff at her hair. You loved bonding with her in general, but your mother had made sure Eddie knew to not let you withdraw from society once Penny came, and then she’d told Eddie all about Postpartum Depression, effectively scaring the shit out of him. So that’s how you ended up having a girl’s day with Nancy, Eden and Robin. Sure, you’d started crying after showering your little baby in kisses and love and you’d had to be literally dragged out by the girls but Eddie knew you’d have a good time.

Just like he knew he could totally handle Penny on his own. Jonathan and Argyle had come along with the girls, but both were entirely too curious about Penny to leave. Not at all because Eddie had body blocked the door once they realized their ride was driving off. Alright, he was still scarred from day two out of the hospital.  Max and Lucas had come over to the trailer to visit Penny—Lucas loved holding her, you found it so cute—when you had gone to change Penny’s diaper and immediately began crying out for help. Eddie had never bolted so fast in his entire life with Max and Lucas on his heels, and the sight that greeted them was horrifying in a new parent sort of way. Penny had shit so violently once you’d undone her diaper that it was splattered on the wall, she was peeing all over your hands, and she’d thrown up, the milky looking substance also leaking out of her little nostrils. She herself didn’t look at all phased by what she’d just done. So, yeah. Maybe he needed a little back up for now. “Who’s got beautiful, angel eyes? Who’s got beautiful angel eyes? You do! You do!” Eddie watched Argyle gently tap her little nose, and his heart warmed when he could see his baby smiling around her pacifier. He knew it was probably just gas since she was starting to learn how to use her face, but he liked to imagine she knew just how much everyone loved her; that she’d never have to feel like he did growing up, unloved and alone until Uncle Wayne had stepped in when his father had been arrested and he had no one else. His kid had family. And a damn good one at that. “You can pick her up, if you want.” “Whoa.” Jonathan warned. “Hey now.” Argyle took a physical step back from the newborn, eyeing her skeptically. “And risk dropping her—man, that’s not cool.”

“You won’t drop her, so long as you hold onto her. Kind of common knowledge, but simply don’t let go.” Eddie rolled his eyes, stretching forward from the couch to slip his finger into her tiny little hand. She gripped onto it immediately, and he leaned closer to give it a kiss, inhaling the scent of her skin. He couldn’t blame you for sniffing her all the time—she did smell ridiculously good.

“Fine, man. Then you get her out of that chair thingy, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt her or something. I’m used to Eden’s siblings, they’re like uh a little older by like a lot and stupid invincible. One of her brothers came down the driveway on his bike just when I pulled up and I hit him with my car. Little dude just got right back up, kicked me and left!”  Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers as he carefully pulled Penny out of her bouncer—the three of them collectively awing in adoration when her lower half scrunched up on instinct as she brought her hands to the sides of her head— and stood up in front of Jonathan. “You get first dibs since you don’t currently have a likely hood of hitting my daughter with a car at some point in her life.”  Jonathan immediately looked like he wanted to runaway, but ended up hesitantly accepting Penny into the crook of his arms as Eddie handed her over. It had been a while since he last held a baby, the last having been Will and he’d been a kid then, too.

He took to it naturally, though, his body relaxing as he held up her hand, thumb rubbing gently over her soft palm. Her squishy little fingers wrapped over his thumb as she stared up at him, most likely curious about a face she’d seen a couple of times before, but not so often this close. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking at all. 

“She’s so. . . small.” That wasn’t what he meant, he’d meant she looked so innocent, so fragile to the world around her. She wasn’t even his kid, but the longer he held her, the more sure he became of the fact that he’d kick ass to keep her safe, something he didn’t do very often, but very effectively. “I’m an uncle.” Eddie smirked, filled with pride as his daughter won another skeptic over. Jonathan ran a hand over her head, mindful of her soft spot, in awe of how soft her hair was. Damn, she really was cute. And she did have Eddie’s eyes.  “She’s a pretty baby.” He commented, moving his thumb around in her hold. “Not gonna lie, I thought she’d you know, be a little ugly when she came out, what with having been squished through a hole, but no. She was even a pretty newborn.” Eddie admitted, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of newborn babies before Penny, but he knew they looked like little aliens fresh out the womb. “You and baby mama must have been some pretty cute looking babies, then. Any kids Eden and I have are screwed, man. I was hairy as hell and I’ve seen her baby pictures, let’s just say they’re gonna get double takes.” Argyle ranted, but he too was focused on Penny and Jonathan, looking a little envious. Once Jonathan got his fair share, he shifted her around in his hold, making sure to support her head as he transferred her into Argyle’s ready and waiting arms. He seemed to change his tune after witnessing Jonathan hold her and successfully not throw her across the room like a football.

Unlike Jonathan who hadn’t wanted to move her around too much in his grasp, Argyle sat her up right, making sure to support her head at Eddie’s prompting. Penny looked startled as her body tried to slump forward, stopped by Argyle’s hold on her. The pacifier stopped moving, and Eddie tensed, waiting for the cry but it never came. Instead, the pacifier began to move again and she let out a soft grunt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.

He relaxed, sinking into the couch on Jonathan’s other side. Argyle noticed her drooping lids and deciding to be brave, placed her back into her bouncer as gently as he’d seen Eddie handle her.

Eddie couldn’t help but grin down at her, taken with the way they’d drop completely only to shoot back up. He was reminded of all the late night conversations the two of you had, and how you always fought sleep off, keen on talking to him instead of sleeping. Your eyelids would get all droopy, you’d close your eyes, and then catch yourself, snapping up and briefly awake before doing it all over again.  Eddie wondered how many more memories of you looking at Penny would trigger for him. He couldn’t wait to figure it out.  As if she knew he was thinking about her, Penny’s gaze wandered to him and he locked eyes with a pair identical to his own. Then she forced her pacifier out of her mouth and began to wail something fierce.  They all jumped up immediately, eyes wide at the sudden drop in her mood. “What did I do? Was it something I said?” Argyle asked, blaming himself as he began to panic. Jonathan was running his hands through his hair, distressed.  “No, you didn’t do anything,” Eddie reassured him as he picked Penny back up and walked to the small kitchen, grabbing a bottle from a recent feeding attempt. “You hungry, little bitty pretty one?” He held the bottle to her lips but that only seemed to make her angrier as she struggled against it, head moving away from the nipple. Her face was all squished up and took on a darker tint as her wails died down to whimpers. Eddie knew what that meant.  He was quick to place the bottle back down, but the damage was done. Penny was silent for the briefest of moments before she began shrieking. Water started to pull in the inner corners of her eyes—a new development, up until two days ago, all she could do was cry but her body hadn’t produced tears yet—and she let her little lungs ring loud in the trailer. Eddie knew his neighbors were probably cursing up a storm but they could kick buckets for all he cared. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s not what you wanted, was it? My poor girl. Daddy’s gonna make it right.” Eddie soothed, cradling her to his chest with one hand holding the back of her head.  It seemed to do some good, hearing his voice had stopped the piercing shrieks, but she was still crying and very loudly.  He pulled her little baby bottoms back to check her diaper, but it was still clean so she couldn’t be upset about that. Eddie sighed, raising her a little higher on his chest so he could nuzzle her, pressing kisses into her sweet smelling hair.

Then it hit him. Penny was tired. That was it. She was just tired but unable to fully slip into blissful slumber on her own and she was upset about it. Eddie wanted to beat his head against the fridge for having overlooked something so obvious. He reached down to turn the knob of the radio, bringing it to life before he began searching for a station. Once he’d stumbled upon one crooning out oldies, he swayed, patting her bottom to further soothe her.

Penny’s cries died down almost immediately, turning into soft grunts instead as her lids began to droop again. It was after Eddie started singing along, his voice low and soft, that she was finally able to fall asleep, snuggled up to her daddy with a fist full of his hair that was most definitely going to be super fun getting out of her grip without waking her. Eddie turned to find Jonathan and Argyle watching them. Jonathan had a ghost of a smile on his face while Argyle stared at him in wonder. “Dude. You’re a dad. You just did a dad thing!” Jonathan grinned. “I agree. Looks like I’m the only freak in town now, you’re Eddie ‘The Dad’ Munson, now.” “Hell yeah, I’ll take it.” Eddie didn’t bother trying to hide his smile, he was cheesing’ it up.  You’d called him something similar a couple of times. Teased him about being Eddie ‘The DILF’ Munson, which was really unfair given you hadn’t been cleared by your doctor to have sex yet, so he couldn’t make that a reality.  “It’s crazy how this time last year, we were freshly graduated, you were eloping against every single adults’ opinion and now you have a baby. It’s mind boggling. But like, at the same time it’s not. . .I don’t know, help me out here.” Argyle slapped the back of his hand against Jonathan’s shoulder a few times.

“Being a dad suits you. You’re good at it. You’re a good dad and a good family man.” Jonathan supplied, meaning every word. He’d know, he had a shitty dad like Eddie did.

 That one simple statement hit Eddie hard, and he held Penny just a little tighter to his chest. “Gotta give her everything I didn’t have.” — You nearly broke the door down when you’d gotten back to the trailer. Despite your hesitance to leave Penny, you’d actually enjoyed the time with your friends. Sure, you spent every single second you weren’t talking thinking about your little family, but you still had fun.  The car ride back was spent wondering how much of a mess the place would be. Robin was expecting there to be a small kitchen fire, Eden was expecting one of the boys to be crying, Nancy was just curious to see how Jonathan had lasted in the presence of a baby. For future after college and established careers purposes, of course. You had faith in Eddie, had seen how quickly he had and still was adapting to being a dad. The others you couldn’t ball park so your money was on Argyle being the crybaby to which Eden quickly agreed.

But you hadn’t come home to any of that. The boys were all sat on the couch, fawning over your baby who had woken up in much better mood. “My baby!” You made grabby hands as they got up to greet you, and Eddie let you scoop her up from his arms in exchange for a kiss. You could hear Robin gagging when she realized she was third wheeling three different couples, so you assumed Nancy and Eden were also receiving ‘welcome back’ smooches.  You leaned down to violently inhale Penny’s new baby smell, pulling back with a look of satisfaction on your face. “That’s the good stuff. How’d it go?” Eddie laughed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and trailed a finger through Penny’s curls. “Oh, you know. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Stop, that was so cute!

Can I request Joseph Quinn being obsessed with the way you smell. Like your hair , body , perfume , after shower , before going out etc. And sometimes hugs you to smell you in public but in private he moves your hair out of your neck so he can smell you there and place a kiss there✨✨

stop i love this ima make it so fluffy 🥹

p.s , instead i’m going to make a few different blurbs just if him showing how much he loves you 🙏🏼 (if that makes sense)

joe and his ways of love ⇿ j.q <3

summary; your boyfriend, joseph, is obsessed with the way you smell, or maybe he’s just obsessed with you in general.

warnings; prepare for the fluff

pair; joseph quinn x fem!reader (she/her)

genre; fluff

PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OR COPY MY WRITING without permission - which you don’t!

you take out your keys to unlock your front door then open it, immediately seeing joseph run up to you to take all of the grocery bags out of your hands.

“come, come inside.” joe says eagerly.

he sets all the bags down by the counter to quickly went to hug you before you walked away. “i missed you, lovie.” he smiles, littering a few kisses on your neck.

“i miss you too, baby,” you give him a soft smile. “i’ve been gone not even an hour!” you giggle.

“i know but,” he nuzzles his face into your neck. “i don’t care. i missed you.” you hear his muffles.

you move his head into your view. “kiss.” you demand. he gives you a kiss without wasting any time.

“i want to cuddle.” joseph announces like a baby. “okay, love. only a little while.”

you walked into your bedroom with a towel around your body, looking into a mirror to comb your hair.

you look and see joseph pouting behind you in the mirror. “what’s with the face?” you continue to comb your hair.

“you didn’t cuddle with me.” he looked away. “you could’ve joined me.” you mentioned with a small laugh.

“no. i didn’t want to get wet.” he rolled his eyes. “okay, then.. i guess you’re going to have to deal with it.” he got up and walked over to you. he stood beside you watching you brush your hair.

“ugh.” he crossed his arms. “what now?” you turn your head to look at him.

“nothing,”

“stop being a pouty baby.” you jokingly but gently push him.

joseph’s jaw dropped in shock, with a smile. “just c’mere.” he crouched and ran for your legs, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“ay! joseph! put me down!” you kicked your legs and started throwing your arms around while laughing. he sat you on the bed and crawled on top of you, kissing your chest up to your jawline.

“all i wanna do is lay with you, okay?” he rested his face on your chest and closed his eyes. “fine.” you smiled, twirling his curls in between your fingers.

joseph and you go out to the cafe just around your flat, seriously hoping no paparazzi would show up.

“lovely, innit?” joseph looked around inside the small building.

“definitely.” you smile, looking down to grab ahold of his hand to place your fingers in between his.

he walks over to the counter and orders a piece of your favorite cake, along with his favorite type of tart.

you continue to look around, noticing a group of people outside looking through the window.

you sigh and nudge joseph’s shoulder as a gesture to look through the window.

“ay,” he turns back to the person taking the order. “actually make that to-go, please.”

you both grab your items off the counter and he drags you outside, not thinking much of it but just to get away from the people. he walked past all the people who were attempting to take pictures and ask questions but he ignored them all.

the both of you turn to this alley way, hoping no one would end up seeing joseph there.

you leaned against the wall and ate a few bites of your cake. joseph looked over to you and admired your face.

he had a light shade of pink cover his cheeks. “is there something on my face?” you ask, using your free hand to try to wipe away any crumbs.

“no. no, nothing is on your face.” he smiled and slightly bent down to attach his lips to yours. you immediately kiss him back, cupping his face with your hand.

“what’s wrong, love?” you pulled away and placed your forehead against his. “hm? nothing is wrong, i just love you.”

“i love you too.” you smile and give him a peck.

“can we go home, so we can cuddle?” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tightly. “yes, yes please.”

i wasn’t sure how i should write this but i hope it’s okay :,) currently my requests are closed because i am writing two others but they will be open again soon! ilysm 🫶🏼

reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3.

Hey

Can you write something with reader having a little daughter and one time when reader's boyfriend Bucky is around. Reader's daughter made him a bracelet and gives it to him. Bucky takes it with a smile and always has it around his wrist from now on. 💗

Thank you in advance 💖

This is absolutely adorable🥹 I had so much fun writing this🥰 I hope you like it🩵

Bracelet » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Mom/Girlfriend!Reader with daughter Hailey

Summary: The reader’s daughter makes a bracelet for Bucky.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for daughter (princess), pet names for reader (doll)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

DIVIDER IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to @firefly-graphics

“You’re home!” You smiled, hugging him. “How was the mission?” You asked.

“It was fine. I missed my girls.” Bucky says, kissing your lips.

“Hailey, Bucky is home!” You say.

“Coming, mommy!” Hailey says.

You and Bucky have been dating for a few weeks. Your 6 year old daughter absolutely loves him. She became best friends with him the second they met.

Hailey came running out of her bedroom and jumped into Bucky’s arms. Bucky was quick to catch her and give her hugs and kisses.

“I missed you so much!” She says.

“How much?” He asks her.

“This much!” She says, opening her arms.

“That’s a lot!” Bucky says.

Bucky went to the living room and sat down on the couch with Hailey in his arms.

“Were you a good girl for mommy while I was gone?” He asks.

“Yes!” Hailey nodded. “I made you something!” She says, carefully sliding off of his lap and ran to her bedroom.

You sat down next to him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, kissing your lips sweetly.

“Mmm, I missed you so much.” You say.

“How much did you miss me, doll?” He asks.

“Let me show you.” You cupped his cheeks, kissing him passionately.

“That’s a lot.” He says against your lips.

You two pulled away from each other when you heard little footsteps running back in the living room. Hailey climbed onto the couch and got on Bucky’s lap.

“Close your eyes.” Hailey says with her hands behind her back.

Bucky chuckled and closed his eyes. Hailey carefully put on a bracelet that she made on his metal wrist. The bracelet has a bunch of different colored beads with letters that spell out his name.

“Open!” She says excitedly.

Bucky opened his eyes and looked at the bracelet on his metal wrist. A smile grew on his face.

“Do you like it?” She asks.

“I love it. Thank you, princess.” He smiles, hugging her.

“It will give you good luck while you’re on missions!” She says.

“Then I’m definitely going to wear it forever.” He says with a smile, admiring the bracelet on his wrist.

You smiled to yourself. Seeing your daughter and boyfriend interact made you more than happy.

Thank you for requesting!🩵 @lives-in-midgard

-Bucky’s Doll

Wayne thought perhaps Eddie had a cold after the third sniffle sounded from behind Eddie's closed bedroom door, and made a mental note to check the date on the back of the medicine bottle left over from the previous time sickness had struck the Munsons down.

But then he heard a muffled sob, followed by a whimper and a sniffle and then -

Wayne was up and out of his seat in seconds. Didn't hesitate as he rapped with a knuckle on the bedroom door. "Eddie?"

A rough sniffle, a quiet, "shit, shit" and then rustling before the door cracked open. Eddie looked rough; his eyes all red, his cheeks damp and sticky with tears, skin blotchy, some hair stuck to his face where he'd roughly smeared tears across his skin.

Wayne suppressed a sigh, motioned towards the bed as he let himself in, sat down with Eddie. He didn't say anything; Eddie would open up when he was ready to, and not before. If Wayne tried to pry, Eddie would put his walls back up so fast he'd never know that Eddie was ready and willing to let them down in the first place.

His blue eyes were soft as he looked at the boy he had raised so well - given the circumstances, Eddie had turned out beautifully - and Eddie cracked yet again, turning his head away so Wayne could only see the dark curtain of Eddie's hair. He pinched the bridge of his nose and Wayne let him hide in himself.

He'd come out of his shell when he was ready - clearly, he wanted to talk. If Eddie didn't want to, he would have left the room or otherwise made it known.

"Do you - " Eddie exhaled roughly, shook his head, his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders, "believe them?"

Wayne winced, immediately knowing what Eddie was referring to.

Freak. Cult leader. Dangerous. Devil worshipper. Drug dealer.

Only one of those things were true; Wayne didn't necessarily approve of it, but Eddie had his reasons and he trusted him. He defended Eddie against ignorant people every day and now he had to defend Eddie on his own behalf... it put a bitter taste in his mouth but he swallowed it down, focused on his Eddie. His kind, sweet, greatly misunderstood boy.

Wayne shook his head. "No, son. You know I don't."

Eddie choked and his head whipped around to look at his Uncle, eyes wide, glistening with tears.

Wayne continued. Had to hammer the moment home.

"You're innocent." At Eddie's incredulous look, Wayne smirked, "I've seen you cry at Bambi, my boy. It's just not in your nature to be what the town says." Wayne shrugged easily, raising his arm as he saw Eddie shuffling over. His boy folded himself into Wayne's side and Wayne rubbed his hand up and down Eddie's arm, squeezing him in a half hug.

Eddie sniffled and leaned his head on Wayne's shoulder, dark curls spilling over red and blue plaid. They stayed there together for long enough that Eddie stopped crying into Wayne's shoulder and slumped down until his head was on his lap. Wayne's hands found Eddie's hair and brushed his fringe away.

"More'n you know, Eddie." Wayne patted Eddie's shoulder, "You're more'n you know. S'bout time someone showed you."

Eddie wiped a hand over his face, sat up and gave Wayne a shaky smile. It was full of gratitude and affection, soaked his next words. "You do, dad. Every day."

Wayne's heart squeezed and now he was the one who wanted to cry.

Munson family tags @hellfirebabe @eddiemunsonshoney @alliecheer007-88 missfangirl-slightly-obsessive @bakerstreethound @gemstone-roses @sweetpeapod

“I’m so lonely” - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: you finally confess to Eddie how lonely you’ve been feeling. Emotional hurt/comfort

A/N: my first posted ST fic! I’m so nervous. I hope people enjoy this, it may or may not have been heavily inspired by my own feelings of loneliness. If only I had an Eddie lol. Please reblog or comment if you enjoy my work! My requests are open, my rules can be found in my navigation post which is linked in my bio >3

Warnings: discussions of loneliness. Reader sits in Eddie’s lap but no mention is made of size or appearance of the reader. 'Princess' is used as a term of endearment but the reader is gender neutral. No use of Y/N. Not proofread sorry

Word Count: 1.3k

Eddie Munson was the best boyfriend on the planet. You were certain that no one could hold a candle to your Eddie. 

He told you he loved you a hundred times a day - quite literally, he always counted. He’d gaze at you like you’d hung the moon, even when he was meant to be focused on the movie showing in the cinema or the road in front of him as he drove his van. He’d make sure you drank enough water every single day. He’d tie up your shoelaces if they came undone in the street. He was perceptive enough to realise whenever something was wrong, and he’d listen while you vented, before attempting to kiss the hurt away. Eddie was everything to you. But that was part of the problem. 

Eddie wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was your best friend. Which sounds cute. Yet he was your best friend because he was your only friend. Sure, you had fun with Robin and Steve, and occasionally you and Eddie would invite Max and Lucas over to his trailer for a movie night. Although you loved your family, it was a small one. 

In essence, you often felt that the only person you made a difference to in life was Eddie. That the only person who’d notice your absence was Eddie. Sometimes you’d berate yourself for feeling this way - ‘why isn’t that enough?’ - but it simply wasn’t. 

Eddie made you feel loved, constantly. He made you feel seen, he made you feel heard, he made you feel beautiful. 

But whenever he was gone, the loneliness would gnaw away inside you, consuming your mind. A sense of isolation from those around you grew. You could be sitting next to someone on the sofa but they might as well have been a million miles away. The nights you didn’t spend with Eddie, you’d cry and cry until you fell into an exhausted stupor and finally drifted off to sleep. 

Loneliness had even begun to creep into your moments with Eddie. Sometimes you’d drift off into your own little world, especially when he’d mention something he’d done with his own friends, which served as a painful reminder that you didn’t really have any of your own. 

He’d noticed lately that your face seemed to pinch into a frown more often. He tried to convince himself that your sorrowful expressions weren’t because of him, but you had been pulling away lately, skipping plans and coming up with bullshit excuses. 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Eddie murmurs as he plops down on the bed next to you. You silently curse whichever member of your family had let him in the house. Because Eddie is right, you have been avoiding him. 

“No I haven’t,” you mumble back, studiously avoiding eye contact. 

“C’mon, don’t lie to me. Please.” If you hear the quiver in his plea, you don’t acknowledge it. 

“Am not.” Eddie huffs at your second lie, dropping off the bed and coming to kneel at your feet. The way his big soft eyes gaze up at you reminds you of the labrador you had as a kid and the way it would beg for treats. Eddie, on the other hand, was begging for something more serious. 

“I love you.” Your voice breaks slightly and you sigh deeply, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. You squeeze them shut, willing them away, but you can feel Eddie’s eyes glued to your face and the tears can’t help but fall. They betray you, as if your poor attempts at lying hadn’t already. 

“I love you too baby.” He knows better than to press you. Shuffling in closer, Eddie places his hands in your lap, letting you fiddle with his rings. You lean forward to press your forehead to his as you sniffle, basking in the scent of his shampoo as his curls draw a curtain around your face. You try to speak but choke on your sobs, squeezing his hands. 

He shifts back up onto the bed next to you, and pulls you into his lap so your chest is touching his. You have no idea how long you spend sitting in his embrace, willing yourself to speak. 

“I just…” Your voice cracks. Silence. He waits. You swallow. 

“I feel like a burden to you sometimes. You’re my only person.” Eddie’s brow furrows. 

“What do you mean sweetheart?” His soft caress on your face is soothing, and encourages you to continue. 

“I know I have family and sometimes we look after the kids and see Robin and Steve, but…” Deep breath. “You’re… you’re the only person who I really have. I feel like you’re the only person who loves me. The only person who’d miss me if I wasn’t here.” 

Tears roll down your cheeks but you make no move to stop them this time. Eddie does the job instead, his thumb gently wiping the moisture away, repeating the action as more tears fall. 

“And I love you so much, it should be enough that the only person I’m important to is you. I don’t know why that isn’t enough, but it isn’t. You make me feel so loved, Eddie. More loved than I’ve ever felt. But I feel so fucking lonely.” At your final admission, your throat closes and you can’t carry on speaking as sobs rack your body. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay my love.” Eddie rocks you back and forth slightly in an attempt to calm you as you sob into his shoulder. You both stay in the same position for a while, Eddie as patient as he always is with you, waiting until you exhausted yourself with your sobs before speaking again. 

“Will you promise me something?” Nodding, you pull away to face him. His thumb wipes the tear tracks on your cheeks with such a gentleness you find yourself wanting to cry again, although this time for a happier reason. 

“Will you promise to tell me when you feel like this? I know I can’t make it all go away but you don’t need to bottle this shit up, princess. You don’t have to fight it on your own.” You crash into his chest and squeeze him tight, prompting him to chuckle into your hair as he draws his arms back around you. 

“I promise,” you mumble into his torso. “I love you, teddy bear.” He flushes and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“Do you want to talk about it more?” You ponder his question for a few quiet moments, but you’re physically and mentally exhausted from the sobs that had racked your body. 

“I’m too tired Eds, but maybe tomorrow? If you’re really sure you want to listen.” 

“Of course I want to listen. You’re my girl, and that means you never have to deal with anything on your own. I’m right here, sweetheart. Always.” 

Eddie sticks to his word in the morning. Not that you ever doubted he would. 

You guess that Eddie has at least told the others that you need some TLC in the following few days when Will calls just to remind you he loves you, with a sincerity that no one could mistake; when Mike concedes that you’re pretty cool, followed by the awkwardest shoulder punch known to man; when Nancy and Robin rope you into their weekly movie nights - you’d never confess to them that the films they chose were far too highbrow for your taste. 

You don’t think it’s a coincidence either when Lucas invites you on his and Max’s upcoming pinecone collecting adventure in the woods next to Hawkins. You’re absolutely certain it’s not a coincidence when Steve offers to teach you how to drive in his precious BMW, knowing that he’d never willingly let anyone else behind the wheel. 

While Eddie would absolutely claim it’s a coincidence if you called him out, it’s entirely intentional on his part that he now tells you I love you a hundred-and-one times a day.

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Can I request a fluffy Joseph Quinn x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s Joseph’s Birthday and reader surprises Joseph with a present and inside the wrapped present is a sonagram picture and a baby onesie that has a special message on it?

( I know exactly what I want the onesie to say, so I will send you a picture of what I want it to say.) ☺️❤️

ofc! sorry I got back to you so late

here's the onesie

happy birthday - j.q. x fem!reader

You looked down at your stomach and beamed. Anxiety filled your body but you knew deep down that Joseph would be elated. 

You grinned as you heard footsteps, casting a few last minute glances at the table.

“Happy Birthday, Joey!” you exclaimed, as Joseph stepped down the stairs groggily.

“Aw, thank you, love,” he croaked, he gave you a lopsided grin as he wrapped his arms around you. “Wow, you did not have to do all this. It’s five am, baby, why were you up so early?”

“Shut up and eat,” you laughed, guiding him to the table.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, nodding. He sat down and began eating. “I should just fake sick. Stay home all day with you.”

“No, Joe, you have to go today. I still have some things to set up!” you exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder. You looked down once more before sitting down next to Joe.

+++

It was late. About nine pm. You heard the garage open. You quickly put out the couple boxes of gifts, putting the most important one in the certain. You were practically shaking with nerves.

“Hellooo!” exclaimed Joseph, walking into the living room nonchalantly. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re shaking. What’s going on? Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing your arms.

“No, no, I’m fine!” you insisted. “Are you ready to open presents?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, beaming. He sat down.

One by one, you handed him the presents.

“One left, okay?” you said, handing him the present.

“Okay,” he said, smiling eagerly. He gently pulled the wrapping paper off the gift to reveal a box. He grabbed the pocket knife that you had brought over and cut open the box and pulled out the small cloth that was inside. His face scrunched up and he unfolded it. He read it and dropped it almost a second later. His eyes were impossibly wide and his jaw was hanging open.

Your eyes filled with tears – happy tears – and you nodded. He jumped up, beaming widely. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered, his throat and eyes stinging from the tears. “Oh my god, Y/N! We’re going to– we’re parents!”

“Yeah!” you exclaimed, crying happily into his arms. He picked you up and spun you around.

“We’re parents!” he repeated, some tears falling down his cheeks as he beamed widely.

It's been what? 2 weeks since I talked about Joe being stalked here in Italy and now i find myself to post again about it

YOU HAVE TO LEAVE THE MAN ALONE

Was it worth pushing him to end his vacation sooner because your stupid need to take a picture with him?

I won't be surprised if he decide to cancel his appearance in Toronto or to not interact with his fans anymore