He Was So Bold For This

Just Eddie Munson swearing for almost 2 minutes 😌

Steve and Eddie having to drive the kids somewhere and since there’s nine of them in total, ten if Robin is tagging along, they have to take two cars so obviously the ones with actual licenses have to drive. And Eddie is immediately like “I’ll take the boys, you can take the girls” but starts to doubt his decision right away because uhm why does Steve seem so happy about that?

Eddie really thinks it would be easier this way. I mean he knows most the boys little better and. They’re all guys? Nerdy guys too. He can handle them. Steve can try to deal with the girls. Like Robin is a force to be reckoned with and he has to have Max AND Erica in the car with him as well ? With the addition of a girl with actual super powers? Yeah sure Eddie is the one who’s gonna have it easy…

Or so he thinks. He just forgot to take into account the fact that the girls? They all get along just fine. Meanwhile the boys? Sure they are best friends but they can have a debate over EVERYTHING. And they will too.

This would be most hilarious comedy scene honestly. Showing Steve and the girls in the car. The music is nice and everything is calm and they’re all smiling and having fun. Switching to Eddie and the boys and it’s all heavy metal and screaming and rage and something might be on fire too- and cut back to Steve and girls and they’re just happily singing along their pop tunes.

Eddie is gonna need a vacation after this car trip.

Mm i just think Steve has a ton of sweaters, some snug that fit him well and some that are purposely big so he can drown in the warmth and comfort. And his mind would stop as soon as he sees you wearing one of his sweaters

went a lil silly and wrote a cutie lil blurb about steve's girl wearing his sweater, hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

Fall-ing In Love ~ S. Harrington

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 0.5K

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting, pumpkin scented fluff

extra notes: all photos in the collage are from pinterest! dividers are by @firefly-graphics!

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The air was crisp, the scent of your favorite cinnamon candle burning in the living room wafting through the air as the menu credits of St. Elmo's Fire played from the television. Freshly plated pumpkin squares sat on the coffee table next to two mugs of milk, the scent only adding to the aroma of the candle. The scene truly looked like something straight out of a romance movie, and the only thing missing was your leading man.

Just as you checked your watch, the familiar sound of the car engine turning off rumbled outside, prompting you to leave your spot on the couch and head for the door. Instinctively pulling open the door, you greeted Steve with a soft peck before moving to let him in.

The boy's jaw was just about on the floor as he took in the sight in front of him—you, all wrapped up in the sweater he'd forgotten a couple days ago, looking absolutely beautiful and perfect. It was a navy blue number, one that fit him snuggly but seemingly swallowed you whole. You had to curl the ends of the sleeves into your fists, effectively making paws out of the material, so they didn't drag or get caught in any of the snacks you'd made.

"Woohoo," you called, waving a hand in front of his widened eyes. "You good up there?"

He blinked a couple times, bringing himself out of his thoughts. "Just wondering how in the world I got so lucky enough to end up with the prettiest girl this side of the Mississippi."

A blush crept up your cheeks as you flashed a shy smile his way. "You think I'm pretty, Stevie?" you kidded, hitting his chest jokingly. "I never would've guessed."

A deep chuckle fell from his lips as he pulled you in for a hug, his lips pressing softly into your scalp. "I think you're very pretty. The prettiest girl in the whole galaxy."

You shot him a playful look, a smirk tugging at your mouth. "What made me get upgraded in the last ten seconds?"

And with that, he was back to his normal self. Not that Steve wasn't sappy or absolutely in love with you, but that was just the bonus version of Steve. The Steve you'd fallen for was sarcastic and playful and knew exactly how to create the perfect balance of charm and romance. "I take it back. Your sarcasm has you back down to 'prettiest girl this side of the Mississippi'," he joked, slapping you playfully across your denim-clad butt.

In a matter of seconds, you were back in the living room, Steve's face practically glowing as he took in the display in front of him. "Woman, you spoil me."

You brushed a delicate kiss to the sharp line of his jaw, arms wrapping around his midsection. "It's easy to spoil someone when they love you the way you love me."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he commented, lips meeting the top of your head once more.

Your eyes met his, a knowing smile splayed across both of your mouths. "Well, for one, you'd have no one to share your sweaters with. And for two, you'd die of pumpkin deprivation."

"And that, my love, is a world in which no one deserves to live."

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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.

Stealth suit appreciation post.

“I like the stealth suit from Cap 2. The dark, navy blue suit from the opening of Winter Soldier when I’m on the Lemurian Star, messing people up on that ship. And in the elevator! That’s my favourite. I have requested it every movie, but the people at Marvel really like a little red. They like a little red in there. Which is fine. It’s Cap; I get it.” - Chris Evans

OK but Eddie having already known about the monsters in Hawkins because he ALSO found a lil slug boi scavenging in the trailer park and adopted it.

Much like D'Art it did also die when the gate closed, and Eddie was for a few weeks completely inconsolable cause he figured he did something wrong, but it never left with the others, didn't attack people, or other animals because Eddie fed it properly and while it was connected to the flyer, it chose to stay with Eddie.

Eddie had it fetching sticks and asking for belly rubs haha.

all i want is a stranger things reboot where everything is exactly the same except david harbour plays eleven and hopper, joe keery wears his djo wig at all times, joe quinn switches his american & british accents between scenes and nobody acknowledges it and every time someone says something dumb gaten looks straight at the camera in complete silence like he's on the office. is this too much to ask for?

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.

•••

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 💞

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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