Anytime Steve Goes On Vacation By Himself, With Phil, Or With His Parents, He Returns To A Pouty Eddie

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.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Mechanic

Summary- When Y/N's truck breaks down on the side of the road in Hawkins, she calls a mechanic, who happens to be Eddie Munson, and he comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- talk of injury, cussing

Word count-2.3

"No, please no, not now!" Y/N cries as her truck comes to a sputtered stop. She drops her head onto her hands that rest on the steering wheel, willing herself not to cry. Her day could not get any worse. A strange noise made the girl raise her head from her hands, seeing the engine emitting black smoke from under the hood. Spoke too soon, Y/N thinks to herself.

The upset young adult throws her truck door open, stepping out of the vehicle, but not before popping the hood open. She walks to the front of the truck and opens the hood to look at the damage. She props the hood on the hood strut, waiting for the smoke to clear so she can get a better look at the engine.

The girl has some knowledge of cars, only learning how to fix some problems because of her truck. The truck was older than her, meaning she got it from her parents before they moved halfway across the world, but not before mentioning all the problems the old vehicle has, just as they were walking to the plane, stunning the poor girl.

"Stupid piece of shit! Shoulda scraped you with the rest of dad's shit vehicles!" Y/N yelled at the truck, kicking the tire while she ranted. In turn, the truck let out a whine, almost as if it was replying to the flustered girl.

She went back to looking at the engine, sticking her hand down into the heart of the truck, but quickly pulled it back when the hot metal burned her hand, leaving a nasty red mark on the back of her hand. The girl kneeled down, her hand still sitting on the truck where the hood sits. Her left hand rested over her eyes as she took deep breaths, trying to figure out what to do.

Deep in thought, the girl didn't hear the sound of the hood strut snapping in two, causing the heavy metal hood to fall, landing on her burned hand. Y/N cried out as she shot up from her kneeling position, opening the hood as fast as she could to get it off her hand. Once it was finally off, she cradled her clearly broken hand to her chest, letting a single tear fall down her face.

Y/N slammed the hood closed, cussing under her breath as she got back into the cab of her truck, cranking the key with her left hand, seeing if by some miracle the vehicle would start, but to no avail. The truck sputtered slightly before going silent, refusing to turn on. Y/N sighed, looking at her surroundings, and seeing a gas station not very far up the road. She grabbed the keys out of the ignition, picked up her wallet, and exited the truck, slamming the door with force, making the metal groan when it hit the frame. Y/N didn't even care, she just started her walk to the gas station, cradling her hand to her chest.

When the angry young woman got to the station, she saw a pay phone, walking into the building to ask the clerk a question. "Welcome to John's quick stop gas station and cafe, how can I help you?" The older clerk asked from behind the counter when Y/N stepped up.

"Yeah hi. Do you have the number for a mechanic in town? My truck broke down, then decided it wanted to break my hand with the hood. Someone reliable would be preferred, please." She said, resting her hand on the counter. The sixty-something-year-old clerk gave her a worried smile, before she wrote something down on a sticky note, handing it across the counter.

"This is the best shop we have in Hawkins, but ask for Eddie Munson, he won't charge you an arm and a leg to fix your car. Payphone is right out there. Come back inside when you get off the phone and I'll get you something for your hand darlin'." The sweet clerk said to the younger woman, smiling sympathetically at her. Y/N smiled at her, walking out to the payphone to call the number on the paper.

Y/N dialed the number, putting the phone up to her ear, waiting for someone to answer.

"Greasy hands car mechanic, this is Eddie speaking." Y/N heard a deep voice say on the other end.

"Yeah, is this Eddie Munson?" She asked in her best phone voice.

"Sure is, sweetcheeks. What can I do for you today?" The guy said on the other end.

"Yeah, my truck broke down and I need a mechanic. I was told you're the best in town. Do you think you could come out and tow my truck for me?" She asked, hoping the clerk was right about him not charging tons for a fix.

"Sure can. I just need your location and name and I'll be out with a tow truck in no time." 'Eddie' said to Y/N, causing her to sigh out in relief. She proceeded to give him her location, thanking him before hanging the phone up. Y/N then walked back into the gas station, smiling at the clerk as she disappeared into the back, only to emerge a few seconds later with an ice pack for her hand.

"Go on and get yourself a drink and something to eat, it's covered darlin'." The clerk smiled at Y/N, shooing her to find something she liked in the store.

"Thank you so much. You're so sweet." Y/N said when she found what she wanted. As the older lady turned around, she fished some money out of her wallet, placed it on the counter for her, and walked out the door to sit and wait for this 'Eddie' guy to show up.

"Oh, you sneaky little thing!" The clerk said once she turned around and saw the money on the counter, but nonetheless put it in the cash register.

~*~

Y/N sat on the tailgate of her truck, eating the sandwich and drinking the soda she grabbed, watching the different cars drive by.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only half an hour, she saw the tow truck pull up, backing up to her truck to hook it up. The driver's side door opened, and out stepped a guy not much older than Y/N, walking over to her. He had long, curly hair that just hit his shoulders, framing his face perfectly. He wore a grey uniform, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing a bat tattoo on his left arm.

"You must be Y/N?" He asked, receiving a nod from said girl. "I'm Eddie. What seems to be going on with this thing?" He asked, walking to stand in front of Y/N to talk.

"I'm not sure. It just died on me. I just replaced the carburetor and fuel line less than a month ago, so it's not that. I'm not sure what it could be, to be honest." Y/N said, looking at Eddie as he nodded his head.

"Well, let's get it back to the shop and I'll have a peek at it for you." The long-haired man said, smiling lightly at Y/N. She nodded her head, letting him do his stuff.

Once the truck was hooked up and in position on the back of the tow truck, Eddie told Y/N to get into the passenger side. She did as told, closing the door and buckling her seatbelt. Eddie got into the driver's seat not long after, starting the vehicle up and putting it into gear.

Neither Eddie nor Y/N talked for a while on the way to the shop, sitting in silence, the only sound coming from the tape Eddie had put into the tapedeck on his drive over. Y/N sat, still cradling her injured hand to her chest, trying her best to stop the throbbing pain she felt in it. Eddie noticed this, and questioned her about it.

"What'd ya do to your hand?" He asked, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him.

"Oh, I'm pretty positive I broke it. I was looking in the engine earlier and stuck my hand down into it, but got burnt so I kneeled down with my hand still on the truck, and the stupid hood strut snapped in half, causing the hood to fall on my hand. I shoulda scrapped the piece of shit a long time ago." Y/N replied, snorting softly at the end.

"Well, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital or something to get that looked at?" Eddie asked, concern lacing his deep voice.

"Nah, I'm fine. I can wait a while." Y/N simply countered, gently resting her hand down on her jean-covered thighs.

~*~

"Well, it looks like the alternator and a few spark plugs went out. I took a look at the rest of the engine and the oil filter and water pump are going out. The engine looks like it's about fifty years old, so everything is running on its last legs. I would suggest a whole new engine at this point." Eddie said to Y/N, gauging her reaction.

"What happens if I don't do the whole new engine?" She asks, standing at the counter, looking at Eddie, who stood on the other side, behind the counter. She was watching Eddie with interested eyes, her eyes scanning his face, down his neck then back up, looking at the bun he had thrown his hair into when he got back to the shop.

"Well, if you don't replace it, everything is just going to keep going out, giving you problems, making it harder for the truck to run until it just stops altogether like it did today." Eddie explained, waiting for the girl to reply.

"If I replace it, how much are we talking it'll cost?" She questioned, scared of his answer.

"We're lookin' at around three grand. But that's with new everything. The whole engine will be brand new, right from the factory." Y/N eyes widened, a heavy sigh falling from her lips. She rubbed her left hand on her forehead, thinking everything over. "But, I can make a couple calls, see where you can buy a new engine at the best price here in town. I know a few people that will give me a good price on one." Y/N nodded her head, Eddie pulling out some papers from a filing cabinet behind him, and starting to write on them

"Alright, I guess we'll have to do that, I don't have much of a choice here. When can you start on that?"

"I'll have to call a few people and as soon as I do that, and determine where the engine will come from, it will take about a week, two at the most to get it in, swap the engines out and tune the new one to your truck. I can work fairly quickly once the engine gets here. I can start today, pulling the engine out and seeing what I can save from it to maybe sell, get you a little bit of cash from what is salvageable, scrap the rest of the engine and get money off of that too. Let me finish this paperwork and I'll do that. Do you have someone that can pick you up, take you to get that hand looked at?" Eddie asked, pointing his pen at her bruising hand.

"Um, no I don't have anyone. I was just moving here when my truck broke down. I don't know anyone here. Do you have a phone book I could use to call a cab?" Y/N asked, rubbing the back of her neck.

"No, I'm not gonna make you call a cab. It's actually passed quitting time for me, this is all overtime. I can take you to the hospital and take you to your place after." Eddie explained, smiling up at Y/N, making butterflies erupt in her stomach. Said girl nodded her head, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

~*~

"Alright, what's your new address so I can drop you off?" Eddie asked once Y/N got back into his van from the hospital, a dark blue cast on her right hand.

"Um, you can just drop me off at a motel, I don't actually have a place to live yet." Y/N said, a blush once again creeping up her cheeks.

"What? I can't let a pretty girl like yourself stay in a random motel here! You can stay with me. My uncle works nights so he's not home at night and sleeps through the day when he gets home, so he won't mind."

"No, I can't let you do that. I'll be fine in a motel, you've already done so much for me." Y/N said, giving Eddie a very faint smile.

"Please, I insist. It would make me feel better knowing such a beautiful girl like yourself is safe at my place, not in some creepy ass motel in the middle of town. Just let me take care of you. I mean, after all, you're making my paycheck with your broken-down truck. It's the least I can do. Please?" Eddie begged, trying to convince the girl in front of him. If he was being totally honest with himself, he just didn't want to let Y/N go, he found her incredibly beautiful and sweet. He wanted to get to know her more, maybe take her on a date. But he wouldn't admit that out loud.

"Okay, I'll stay at your place. But you have to let me cook for you. It will be my way of saying thank you, even though it's not much. And I won't take no for an answer!" Y/N said, a smile pulling on her lips. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing to what she said, deciding it wouldn't be so bad to have a homecooked meal instead of the same microwave meals he has every night.

"Yeah alright. I can live with that. Now, if you're going to be living with me, I need to know a bit about you. Tell me about yourself, pretty lady." Eddie said, looking over at the girl next to him, a smile of his own on his lips. Y/N looked down, her smile widening as she shook her head, starting to tell Eddie about herself.

Happy Birthday Chris! 🩵

Imagine comparing Bucky to a cat. And it absolutely offends him. How dare you compare his metal and muscle to something small and fluffy. How dare you.

But you do dare.

And so does Steve, Sam and Tony. 

Every single time. 

He can’t help that he has many kitty like qualities. Disliking loud noises. Falling asleep mid day under a patch of sunlight. Slinking away from crowds. Soft, shiny, well kept, hair. Clean. Picky with meeting new people. Stretches. Grumpy. Liked his alone time. 

Still.

He was a trained assassin, how dare any of you. 

“Look, hes doing it again” Sam can’t even hold back his snort, watching Bucky cock his head curiously while cleaning his gun, eyes laser focused on the intricate little spaces, “If he had a tail, it’d be swishing back and forth right now” 

“I’ll show you a tail” Bucky shoots back a glare, having heard Sam’s poor attempt at a whisper, a deep growl emitting from his chest, which only makes everyone else laugh harder. 

“Is that a purr I hear” Tony sasses, and for a moment, Bucky considers pouncing over the sofa. 

“I think that’s his version of a hiss” you giggle, his eyes narrowing at you in response. 

“Not you too, doll” Bucky grumbles, ignoring the way your teasing makes him blush. His bottom lip juts out into a pout he has no control of and you can’t help reaching over to gently scratch his scalp. 

“Awww, c’mere” You massage his head, cooing when he lets out a satisfied hum, his eyes closing at the feeling of your nimble fingers. 

“Now that’s a purr” Sam mused, reaching over to pet Bucky’s head, only to have his hand swatted away. “See?!” He’s picky like one too” 

“M’not picky, just don’t want your feathery hands on me” Bucky mumbled, eyes still closed, nuzzling more into your touch. 

“Oh, but y/n’s hands are fine?” 

Bucky responded with another content rumble, setting down the gun he was cleaning and stretching his long legs out, laying his head onto your lap, letting you continue your gentle scratches. 

“Such a punk” Steve shook his head, giving Bucky’s hair a ruffle as he walked by only to have Sam and Tony scoff when his hand wasn’t wacked away. 

“C’mon!” 

“He’s worse than we thought” 

Bucky snickered to himself, closing his eyes and curling further into your lap. 

Maybe being so cat like, wasn’t so bad. 

Joseph Quinn for Wonderland Magazine

Y/n : Did you have to stab them?

Bucky: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.

Y/n : What did they say?

Bucky: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

Y/n : That’s fair.

somewhere only we know

a/n: i accidentally made this so long & ran with the request in whatever way my heart desired! hope this is enuf hurt/comfort for all ur needs <3 word count: 5.6k summary: You haven’t seen Steve in a few weeks, barely a couple phone-calls keeping your relationship beating. You assume the worst. Steve does his best to make it up to you. [hurt/comfort + miscommunication + established relationship]

It’s hard to not think he’s avoiding you.

Steve never seemed the type of boyfriend who would be foolish enough to ice you out without so much as a word about something being wrong. He wears his heart on his sleeve — more than anyone you know.

You’d also like to think you would know. That by now, all these months together, you’ve would’ve somewhat memorised the twists and turns of his emotions. But if he’s dropped any clues about being upset with you, you certainly hadn’t picked up on them.

You think you’d prefer his iciness to this odd avoidance.

It has to be that he’s upset, you reason. You would prefer he’s upset; that’s fixable, doable, and completely normal for a couple. The alternative is harsh, a cruel thread of insecure thoughts; perhaps Steve has suddenly decided he doesn’t have time for you.

And it’s a lot harder to pretend that thought doesn’t sting terribly.

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Happiness Will Come To You.

JOSEPH QUINN as ENJOLRAS BBC Les Misérables 1.06, dir. Tom Shankland

Attention

Steve Rogers x GN!Reader

Summary: Steve’s sick and craves your undivided attention, problem is, you’re babysitting the Barton kids.

Request: Anonymous - original request here

Warnings: illness?, just a very needy Steve

Word count: 1.0k

A/N: I only got this request a couple days ago, but I felt very inspired. Enjoy needy Steve

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

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“Baby, you need to stay in here. We can’t risk you getting the kids sick.” You implored Steve, who was currently wrapped in not one, but two blankets.

A week ago you promised Clint and Laura you would babysit the kids, so they could go out on a long awaited date, their first since little Nate came along. You were excited at the prospect, that was, until Steve had fallen ill and left the responsibility of minding three young children, including a three month old, solely to you.

“But I wanna cuddle.” He complained, his throat gravelly and hoarse with illness, but still managing to sound adorable with a blocked nose.

“And get me sick too? Not a chance. Clint and Laura won’t be back for at least a few more hours, and one of us has to be healthy enough to care for Nate.” Your heart sank as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. He knew his baby blues were your weakness. “Sweetheart, I have to take care of the kids.” You reiterated, even though you wanted nothing more than to take care of your precious boyfriend.

“Babyyyy.” He whined in a high pitched voice, one which you knew was reserved for days that he was extra clingy, where all he wanted was to tangle himself with you and not let you go for hours - you mostly heard it when he returned from gruelling missions and your touch was a necessity in fully bringing his mind back home.

“Get some sleep darling, I’ll check on you soon - I promise.” You blew him a kiss from a safe distance, waiting for him to get into bed before turning out the light and closing the door.

Part of you initially thought he might be faking - children seemed to make him a little nervous, he claimed he hadn’t been around many kids and wasn’t sure how to act. It was slightly ironic, Captain America could fight off an alien invasion and an army of genocidal robots, but three kids under the age of ten were going to be Steve Rogers’ undoing. But when you saw him huddled over the toilet that morning, puking up the previous night's dinner, you were positive he was genuinely sick.

You had fun with the kids while Steve remained in your bedroom, board games and pizza were definite highlights. But throughout the entire night, part of your mind was distracted from the fun, concerned with Steve’s welfare. Was he feeling better? Was he getting any sleep? Was his fever getting too high?

Once you laid Nate down to sleep and Lila and Cooper were preoccupied, happily watching Shrek, you poked your head into your bedroom to see how Steve was holding up.

“Honey, how are you feeling?” You asked quietly, fearful of waking him if he had managed to get some shut eye.

“I’m jealous.” He sulked and even though the room was dark, you could feel the frown on his features. This was not the answer you were expecting - you anticipated he might feel nauseous, or chilly if his fever spiked, perhaps he was hungry from not eating all day and wanted chicken noodle soup, but jealous?

“Stevie, jealous?” You sat on the edge of the bed, using the back of your hand to feel the temperature of his forehead. He was burning up.

“‘Cause you’re out there with them instead of in here with me.” He pouted as if he were a five year old who you had just refused to feed ice cream for breakfast. He quickly grabbed your wrist before you had the chance to pull away, holding you hostage in your own bedroom.

“Honey, you’re an adult - I know you're not feeling well, but they’re kids, they need me to look after them.”

“I do too.” You sympathised, when you felt ill all you wanted was to be doted on by your loving boyfriend, and right now you weren’t able to reciprocate that love and attention.

“Alright, so you’re telling me you want me to let a three month old baby fend for himself while I take care of you?” You questioned satirically, smiling softly as you brushed the sweat covered hair from his forehead with the hand he didn’t have in a vice-like grip.

“Yes.” He said, although it sounded more like a question.

“Clint and Laura aren’t too far away, then you can have me all to yourself.” You mentioned, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to his warm forehead.

“Promise?” Steve asked, bottom lip pushed out in a sulky pout. How could you resist that face?

“Pinky promise.” You said, locking your pinky finger with his, knowing it would be the only way to get him to release his hold on you.

It was only another hour before Clint and Laura arrived to pick up the kids, who smiled tiredly, mumbling ‘thank you’s’ as they shuffled out the front door of your apartment, Nate sleeping peacefully in his carrier. As soon as the door shut behind them, you made your way into your bedroom.

“‘C’mere.” You whispered, climbing into bed beside Steve. He was covered in so many blankets it was difficult to determine where his body was underneath them all. Eventually you found his bare torso, and pulled yourself impossibly close to him. A strong arm lazily found your waist, Steve mumbling his thanks for finally giving him your undivided attention into your hair.

You could feel both the sweat trickling down his bare skin and the shivering of his muscles as his fever spiked. You felt a pang in your heart at ever thinking he could possibly be feigning illness, he was clearly very sick.

You rubbed gentle circles on his back, sliding one of your legs between his, humming a made-up tune in his ear in attempts to soothe him to sleep. Guilt grew in your chest every moment you spent pushing him away earlier, and now was your time to make up for it, even if you would wake up sick in the morning.

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