Eddie Munson X Reader

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.

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 not the end, I’ll see your face again

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary- Dinner at the Hargrove/Mayfield house takes a sour turn when Neil comes home unexpectedly, putting everyone on edge, especially Billy, but his girlfriend Y/N, has other plans for the abusive father

TRIGGER WARNING-TALK OF ABUSE, SCENE WITH ABUSE, KNIFE USED, HAPPY ENDING

2.2k words

Thank you to @katberk for the idea for this imagine! I hope that I did it justice!!!

Requests are open!!

Dinner with the Hargrove/Mayfields was going well. As well as a first-time dinner with the boyfriend's family can go. Billy's father wasn't there, much to the relief of said boy, and yourself. You knew all about the abuse that went on in the Hargrove-Mayfield house. I mean, how could you not when Billy would come to your house at least once a week, most times more than that for you to patch up his wounds and hold him until dawn broke through the trees surrounding your house? It didn't take very long for him to come around to you at the start of the relationship. You didn't push or pressure him into telling you what happened, he eventually told you himself, which you couldn't be more proud of him for. Ever since, you patch him up and comfort him until he would have to go home to pick up Max for school, the vicious cycle starting over again.

Dinner was peaceful. Susan asked you questions about yourself, your childhood, and what you planned to do after school. You answered the questions with a smile until Billy put a stop to the questions. "Susan, I think she's had enough of the questions for tonight." Billy chuckled, making you smile at him, reassuring him you were happy to answer any questions they had.

Dinner continued on, and everyone got along nicely until Neil walked through the front door. He walked into the dining room and saw his family sat, with a girl he didn't recognize, having dinner. "What the hell is this? I thought you worked late tonight Susan, and Max, I thought you were going out with that friend of yours, what's her name? El, is it?" Neil asked, setting his briefcase down next to his seat at the table.

"Um, dad, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my father, Neil." Billy introduced, anxiety pouring out of him like a waterfall. You could tell he was terrified to introduce you to his dad, seeing as you know what his dad does behind closed doors.

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Hargrove. Billy is so wonderful, I couldn't ask for a better man in my life." You said, getting up from your seat, standing to your true height (which was quite tall for a female), and going to shake his hand. Neil merely looked down at your hand before turning to Billy, a nasty look on his face.

"No, Billy is no man. He's not even man enough to have his girlfriend over for dinner while I'm home. That doesn't make him a man at all, sweetcheeks." Neil said, sneering at his son. Billy was backing up, trying to get further away from his father before he lashed out at him. That was the last thing Billy, or even Max and Susan wanted right now. They all wanted to have a calm and peaceful dinner without Neil ruining it by being the jackass he was. 

"Neil, sweetheart, it wasn't Billy's idea to not have you here for dinner. It was my idea. I just wanted to meet her before you to see what I thought of her before you met her and got to know her. I just wanted to make sure she was good to your, our, Billy." Susan said, trying to defuse the situation quickly. It didn't work, however, only making Neil angrier than he already was when he walked into the house.

"Don't take the blame for what this little shit did, Susan. He needs to learn his lesson and learn to respect me, in my own house!" Neil yelled, making both Max and Billy flinch. 

The short and stocky man brought his hand up, rearing it back to slap Billy across the face. But just when he was about to make contact with his skin, his hand stopped quickly, causing Billy to open his eyes when the blow never came.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a sight he never thought he would see. You held a knife in your right hand, the sharp blade of the knife pressing firmly to his father's throat, a bright glint reflecting off the silver of the knife from the dining room light, into his face. Your left arm held his chin up, keeping it facing upwards slightly so you had access to the tender skin on his throat easily. "If you lay a finger on him, I'll slit your throat right in front of your family, you got that?" You sneered, peering over Neil's shoulder to look at his face. He started to nod his head, but you only pressed the knife further into the taut skin of his neck, speaking again. "Use your words. I want to hear, and know what you understand me." You spoke in an unusually calm voice.

"Yes, I understand." Neil said in a strained and scared voice.

"Good, but if he ever, and I mean ever, comes to my house again with so much as a tiny little scrape, I won't hesitate to paint the walls with your blood. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Hargrove?" You asked in a whisper, your voice low and threatening, only speaking to him this time. Neil echoed a quiet yes, grabbing his throat and rubbing the skin when you let him go, pushing him away from your figure. You gently set the knife down on the table, grabbing the water glass from in front of your plate. You brought the glass to your lips, took a swig of it, and put it on the table as you looked between Max and Billy. "Well, I think the three of us should be going. Don't expect them back for a few days." You said with a serious look on your face. Billy walked over to you, his fingers lightly grazing yours as you whispered to him to pack himself a bag for the week ahead of you and then help Max pack herself a bag as well. The still slightly frightened young man nodded his head, pressing a light kiss to your lips, a small smile gracing his lips as he directed Max up the stairs and to her bedroom.

Not even ten minutes later, the stepsiblings came back down the stairs, bags and anything else they needed in hand, walking out to Billy's Camero to put their stuff in and get in, waiting for you.

"Well, Mrs. Hargrove, dinner was wonderful, I apologize for having to cut it short, maybe next time we can finish dinner and have a calming evening afterward. Mr. Hargrove, don't you dear forget what I said or lay a hand on your wife or Maxine, or you'll regret you ever met me," You said, a menacing look in your e/c eyes. "Have a wonderful evening and good week, I'll return those two at some point! Goodnight!" You said, a sickeningly sweet smile returning to your face as you walked out of the house, out to the awaiting Camero.

You got into the car, closing the door behind you and smiling over at Billy who was sitting in the passenger seat. You're the only person he lets drive his precious car, other than himself. "Well, Max, you can either stay at my place with me or if you want, we can drop you off at one of your friends' houses for the week. Where do you want to go, sweetheart?" You asked, turning in the driver's seat to Billy's little sister. She thought for a moment before deciding she wanted to stay close to Billy. 

The car ride to your house was silent other than the radio playing Billy's rock music in the background until Billy spoke up. "Where'd you learn to do that with a knife, babe?" He asked, turning to look over at you as you drive.

"Well, when you live the life I do, fighting to keep it at least once a year from demogorgons and other creatures from the Upside Down, you learn to use weapons, and become great at using them too." You say, your voice becoming quiet.

~*~

Pulling into your empty driveway, you help Max into the house with her things, setting them down in the living room. "We're just in luck, my parents are gone for the month so we have full reign of the house. You have three guest rooms and my room to pick from. If you want to sleep in my room, Billy and I will take the guest room across the hall from my room. Just, don't go into my parent's room, but everything else is fair game, including the game room downstairs." You say to the short redhead in front of you.

"I think I'll take your room, if that's okay with both of you?" She asks, her voice timid as she asked. You nod, helping her bring her stuff up to your room. You grab a change of clothes and your glasses to put on after taking your contacts out.

You walk into the guest room across from your room, seeing Billy stripping off his shirt, already in his pajama bottoms. You push your glasses up further on your nose, getting into bed next to Billy. 

You sit in silence for a while, deciding to just go to bed after your eventful day. You set your large-frame glasses on the nightstand and burrow down into the mattress, cuddling closer to Billy. His hand runs up and down your almost bare back, the only thing covering it is a sports bra. You shiver slightly as his hand continues to move, letting out a content sigh after a few minutes.

"Thank you for doing that at dinner. I didn't know what to do when he started going after me. One thing about Neil is, that you can't talk back to him or say anything snarky to him or you'll get it worse. I think you really put him in his place." Billy said, not saying anything else for a few minutes. "And thanks for getting us out of there. Especially Max. I may not be the best brother to her, but I really care for the little punk. I worry that someday Neil will lay his hands on her mom, or even worse, her. I don't know what I would do if that happened. I'd probably go crazy on him." Billy said, laughing dryly at the end. 

You sat up in the bed, resting one hand on Billy's naked chest, the other supporting your weight on the bed. "Well, now you don't have to worry about that anymore. Maybe I should talk Susan into moving into here to get away from Neil. She doesn't seem like she loves him, at least from what I saw she doesn't. I don't know though, I'm not there all the time." You said, looking down as your finger traced small patterns on his chest.

"I saved up all the money from my job at the pool to get Max and myself out of that house. I don't have quite enough to rent an apartment, but I'm almost there. Just a few weeks worth of paychecks this summer and I'll have enough for a year, but by then I should have another job and a steady income to provide for the two of us. We just have to put up with him for another month or two and we'll be out of there." Billy said, staring up at the ceiling. You stayed quiet for a few minutes, thinking of what to say.

"Move in here."

"What?" Billy asked, giving you a confused look.

"You heard me. Move in here with me. My parents love you and they adore Max. We can tell them about what happened tonight and I know they'll say yes. They already know of the abuse that's been going on. They know you sneak over here late at night and stay the night. They asked about it one time and I just couldn't lie to them. I told them the truth, and they said that if you ever needed a place to stay, they would welcome you and Max with open arms. They'll agree." You explained, waiting for Billy to say anything. 

"I don't know Y/N/N, that's a lot of stress to put on your parents. I couldn't do that to them, to Max." He said, sighing heavily.

"They love you, Billy. And they're never around anymore, anyway, it would be perfect. You'll get out of that hell hole and I won't be lonely anymore. Say yes, Billy. Please." You said, begging at the end. 

Billy stayed silent for several, agonizing minutes before speaking up. "Okay, I'll talk to Max and see what she says then I'll tell Susan." 

"I already say yes! Anything to keep me here!" You both hear Max shout over the video game sounds from your room, making both you and Billy burst into fits of laughter. 

"I love you, Y/N. So much. Even more now that you're helping me protect Max." Billy says when the laughter dies down, looking into your eyes.

"I love you too, Billy. I would do anything to keep the two of you safe. Always." You say, leaning up to plant a kiss on Billy's plump, awaiting lips.

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He Needs the Calories

It's just silly Steve Rogers fluff based on my favorite joke this holiday...

Summary: Steve has his own tradition the night before the Fourth.

Entirely, utterly stupid, and I don't care because it made me smile. Enjoy! WC ~1k

"What the hell is all this?" you screech at Steve, finding an eleventh gallon bag of cookies tucked in a basket at the bottom of the pantry. "Why do you have a metric ton of...what? Sugar cookies? Cutouts, snickerdoodles, thumbprints? My god, what are you doing? Running your own bake sale?"

Steve's eyes shift guiltily from where you stand to the fridge and back.

You drop the bag of peanut butter chocolate chip treats and step backward to open the french doors.

"What's in here, Steve?"

"Nothing," he rushes.

"What's in the fridge, Steve?!"

He jumps to push the door shut before you can peak in. "It's not a big deal, ok? You don't wanna see."

This is starting to feel like the end of the movie Seven. What's in the cold box?! What's in the box, man?

Steve might be clearly ashamed and hoping you give up, but he uses no force to stop you. His bright blue eyes simply plead for your understanding.

Crammed into the tallest shelf are five--count 'em, five giant pitchers of...milk.

It's not store containers though; they're the type you make your own drinks in.

"Wha...."

You look at Steve, confused.

"It's a joke," he starts to explain.

"Are you taking a milk bath for your supple skin?" you snip.

"No. In the compound," Steve tsks back. "You know, like Santa. Ha-ha, leave out milk and cookies for the patron saint of Independence Day, ha-ha...or whatever."

He looks at his feet.

"So they give you the milk and cookies on the Third."

"I--uh--I wait until the compound closes and people go home, and then I collect the stuff from all the little break rooms and waiting areas. Employees' children come in to specifically to set up the plates."

He rolls his hands around as if that settles things.

"It's cute."

"So you bag up hundreds of cookies from fifty rooms in the building, pour glass after glass of milk into pitchers, and then hoard them like the freaking Cookie Monster in the apartment...You know you don't have to consume all of this, right?"

Steve balks at the mere suggestion. He's appalled.

How. Dare.

"What? I'm not gonna throw them away. That's such a waste! The kids would be so disappointed."

"Then you share them, Steve. You put them somewhere the adults can help you finish them off. You do not eat twenty-five pounds of butter and sugar and flour in one single day."

He shrugs, defiant in his plucking of one full gallon bag back from the pantry and reaching past you for a pitcher.

"I'll run a little extra," he mutters with a pouting lip. "I need the calories."

That's the last, laughable thing the big guy says before shutting himself in a room, snacks in hand.

Well, you think, it's oddly fitting that the patron saint of America is a glutton.

A/N: Look. I warned you it was stupid. I also warned you that I did not care BWAHAHAHA

Happy Birthday, Steebie 😘

🍪🥛🍪

JOSEPH QUINN for Esquire Singapore

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…