Queen-honeybee-stories - Aly

I love all the eddie with pets posts but what if eddie has a Guinea pig that just roams free in the trailer? And eddie and Wayne are so protective over it like they get it the best food they can and shampoo it and it’s completely pampered but it always looks like an absolute MESS. the first time Steve comes over he almost has a heart attack because this THING barrels out from behind the couch squeaking at him and headbutts the side of his foot. Before he can react eddie has scooped it up and forces Steve to apologise for scaring dirt. The Guinea pig is called dirt.

Joseph Quinn at the opening for Tokyo Comic Con

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.

Joe Keery for ET Exclusive

Steve: I'm worried about Bucky, he thinks really low of himself.

Y/N: And that's why God created me.

Sam: A crazy person that's obsessed with him?

Y/N:

Y/N: I think the word is passionate.

every time someone calls Steve dumb I lose one HP

Highway to Hell

Just another fun little story based on a random sentence song title that came to mind. I hope you guys like it and please leave a comment below!

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Steve was a really bad driver. He knew it, his high school friends knew it, and the police knew it. He didn’t mean it in a technical way, he was perfectly capable of driving a car and not crashing it. Admittedly, he was reckless and he found driving laws to be more of a suggestion than a rule. Steve had his reasons though. 

There was very little to do in Hawkins for any sort of entertainment. One could only go to the arcade or go swimming at the lake so many times before it became boring just like everything else in the town. When the excitement surrounding fun activities wore out, Steve turned to racing down empty country roads and skidding down the highway to feel a thrill. 

And he liked it. The feeling of the wind tearing through the open windows, the exhilaration at the threat of danger, and the delight that came with gaslighting the cops that pulled him over. There was nothing better. 

All of that changed when the kids started hanging around though. Steve couldn’t race down the 25 mph roads at 70. He had to slow down and protect his precious cargo. As such, the only people that didn’t realize he was a notoriously bad driver were the kids and Robin. They considered him the safest driver they’d ever been around. He followed the speed limit to a T, didn’t have road rage like their parents, and always stopped at stop signs. What more could they ask for?

It lasted for a while, his good driving habits, enough that Hopper, Powell, and Callahan all took a sigh of relief. Not having to worry about Steve Harrington doing his darndest to wrap himself around a tree allowed them to let their guard down. Granted, it coincided with strange happenings, disappearances, and murders, but still, it was one less thing on their plate.  

When he started hanging out with Eddie after the events of Spring Break, Steve relaxed a little bit. He didn’t have to be so stringent with his driving and could start letting loose again. So he did. Whenever he was alone or driving somewhere with Eddie, he’d speed like a bat out of hell, ignore the recommended stop signs, take turns too fast, everything he shouldn’t do. 

Hopper was the one who pulled him over first after he illegally passed the police cruiser going 60 mph in a 45. 

“Harrington, what the hell? I thought you were done with this shit,” Hopper grumbled. His face was exasperated which made sense since his pseudo-son was being a little shit again. 

Steve just sent him a chagrined smile, “I’m sorry Hop, I didn’t mean to speed. I’m rushing Eddie back to the trailer because he’s feeling sick and I don’t want him throwing up in my car. I love the guy but not enough to deal with vomit, you know?”

Hopper just shook his head at him and waved him off. “Next time I catch you speeding, you’re getting a ticket. Go the speed limit, Steve.”

“Of course you won’t catch me again, Hop! I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow. Bye!” He called as Hopper walked back to the cruiser. He looked at Eddie in the passenger seat to face a deranged glare. “What’s up with you?”

“Me?!” Eddie shrieked. “You’re the one speeding like you have a death wish then blaming it on me to my future father-in-law! You’re not winning me any points here, Steve!”

“Wow hey, Hop likes you just fine. Also, future father-in-law? Let’s go back to that, as far as I know, you haven’t even proposed!”

“Gay marriage is illegal! Otherwise I would’ve-”

~*~*~*~

The next time they got pulled over, Steve blew through a stop sign. That one, admittedly, was his fault. He’d been too distracted with Eddie’s hand rubbing his thigh that he’d driven right through it. Luckily though, it was late and no one was out and about. Besides the police cruiser that was parked out of sight in the dark. 

As soon as Powell saw it was him, he told him to keep his eyes on the road and walked back to his car. He’d dealt a lot with Steve Harrington and he wasn’t willing to put up with the headache at 2 AM on a Tuesday. He’d get him next time, he was sure. 

~*~*~*~

Steve had a tactic for dealing with Callahan. His big brother could be a bit of a dumbass and as long as you muddied the situation enough, he would drop the lecture and ticket out of confused rage alone. It had worked with him every single time thus far and it wouldn’t fail him now. 

So, when he and Eddie got pulled over for speeding down an empty country road, Steve mustered up his bitchiest face. As soon as Phil walked up to the window, he started his act. 

“Phil, what the hell? Why are you pulling me over? I’m just trying to get home after a long day.”

“You were going 30 mph over the speed limit which is considered reckless driving. I should write you a ticket right now,” Callahan spoke with an air of cocky arrogance that was sure to fade. 

“Who says I was speeding? You were the one that had to speed to catch up to me. Why were you driving so quickly? Some might say that’s reckless.” The smile dropped off of Phil’s face immediately and he became defensive. 

“I’m a police officer, I’m allowed to speed.”

“Ohhh, so you think you’re above the law because you have a badge?” Steve raised an eyebrow and could only watch in delight as Phil’s face became more and more red.

“That’s not what I sai-”

“That’s awful, Phil. What would mom say right now? Or worse, what would Hopper say about his deputy mistreating the badge?”

Phil just looked at him in shock before he blinked. “How the hell do you do this every time? Do you know how many times you’ve tried to trick me when I’ve pulled you over?”

“Phil, that doesn’t sound like me at all. Why are you really pulling me over today? Are you trying to pull the annoying big brother card? Is this a prank?”

“You know it's not a prank, you were speeding!” He yelled at him.

“You were speeding!” Steve screamed back, pointing a finger at him accusingly. 

“Jesus Christ, just go home and stop fucking speeding! Fuck Steve, every time!” Phil screamed in fury before stomping back to his cruiser. 

Steve merely rolled up the window and turned his head to look at Eddie. He was once again shocked with his mouth gaping open. 

“Oh yeah, did I tell you that Phil’s my brother? Small world, huh?”

~*~*~*~

Of course no one in the Party believed Eddie when he told them that Steve drove like a maniac on crack. Every single person he told just shrugged it off and it was driving him insane. He even tried to convince Hopper to talk to the kids but he refused to get in the middle or risk fighting with his kid. 

To this day, the Party still doesn’t believe Eddie when he says that Steve is a reckless driver (and it’s infuriating because Steve smirks arrogantly anytime it comes up).

Bonus: Eddie knows Steve before the Upside Down because he almost hit him with his car when Eddie was walking home one day (Steve gave him a ride after but the damage was done)

That’s how he knew he could handle driving the RV and why he decided to throw him the reins. 

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Little ficlet for anyone having a tough time right now 🥰 Joe wants to look after you and make it better 💗

RPF - don’t like, please scroll past

Warnings: talk of depressive episode/fragile mental state/medication. Other than that just lots of gentle, loving Joe being there for you 🥰

You Got Me

Sitting on the floor of the living room, knees clutched close to your chest, you lean your head sideways to rest on the small coffee table. It’s uncomfortable against your temple, but you haven’t got the energy to care enough to move.

Every ounce of strength you have left is being used not to fall apart.

It wasn’t that anything awful had happened to trigger your episode, more that a succession of small upsets all seemed to tumble down on you at once. The weight of the continued sadness and bad feeling became crushing. You could feel the black clouds creeping in, slowly darkening the edges of your vision and seeping into your skin. It tainted everything until it dulled your senses and made you numb to things you would have ordinarily found comfort in. By the time you’d made it home from work on Friday, your chest was tight, heart heavy as a stone from a pain you couldn’t understand, let alone explain.

You feel nothing when keys jangle in the lock. Normally you’d be bouncing with excitement at Joe’s return, running down the hall to pounce on him the moment he stepped through door to shower him in all the love you couldn’t give while he was away.

He toes off his shoes and chucks his bag to one side while calling out your name. You hear him enter the room, and as soon as he spots you Joe’s on his knees in front of your legs. Reaching forward, his hand cups your face, you close your eyes as his thumb strokes tenderly up and down your cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s happened again?” His voice is whisper soft.

You nod silently.

“How bad, love?”

You’d long ago arrived at a number system to easily express how you were managing. ‘One’ was a bad day but nothing a good cuddle and a talk couldn’t help with, however a ‘five’ meant things were really bad and you were barely keeping it together.

Without looking up, you lift your hand and show him all five fingers. You hear him suck in a deep breath.

He’s only seen you this low once before, and that was a while ago. It’d scared him so much he refused to leave your side for days, until you’d been to see the Dr and finally got some different medication.

Without a sound, Joe shifts down on to the carpet and moves behind you until he’s resting up against the front of the sofa. He reaches forward and holds either side of your hips.

“Come here…”

Encouraging you backwards, he slides you between his legs, spread wide and bent at the knees so you can slot right into the gap. He twists you ever so slightly so your shoulder just presses into him, your head nuzzling his warm, solid chest.

The tears fall then, wave after wave, and you let them. His arms wrap firmly around you, hugging you tight, soft lips rest gently on your temple as he holds you through the sobs.

He doesn’t try and talk you through it, because that’s not what you need right now. He lets you bare your deepest darkest emotions to him without judgement, without expectation of reason, without needing justification. And when the suffocating fog lifts eventually, you know you’ll always love him that little bit more for it.

Joe leans over and grabs the remote, switching on one of your Spotify playlists that you save for days like this. A song comes on, and you instantly cry harder, because it both breaks you and pieces you back together every time you hear it.

When the fear takes you down

When the doubt takes you under

When you sink like a stone

And you can't breathe

When the tears take control

When the demons take over

Won't be in this alone

You got me

Joe lowers his head to yours, and he hums along to the words that mean so much to you. The sound reverberates in his chest, and you feel it seep into your skin, sinking into your bloodstream with every note. He murmurs along to the next verse…

When the walls all cave in

When the nights all get colder

When you hang by a thread

Of sanity

Rest your head on my heart

And your pain on my shoulders

Make your way to my arms

'Cause you got me

As the song ends, your breathing finally settles, and the tears ease. You feel yourself being rocked slowly in his strong arms. The movement is repetitive, predictable, soothing.

A hand reaches down to play with your fingers, thumb tracing lines and patterns on your skin to ground you and connect you to your anchor. He brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses each one as tenderly as if they were made of glass and he’s scared of making you shatter.

“I love you, baby” Joe murmurs into your hair, stroking away the strays that have broken free.

“I know…” You whisper back, because it’s all you can manage, but he knows in his heart that’s your way of reciprocating his words.

He squeezes you tight and you breathe him in. He isn’t going anywhere, and neither are you.

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The song referenced in this fic is called You Got Me, by Gavin DeGraw and I highly recommend listening to it. It’s been a favourite of mine for years 💞

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