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Well, I'm back
silly Joe
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under the weather || joe keery x reader
summary: taking care of Joe when he’s sick. c.w: no use of y/n, pet names (love), established relationship. divider credit: @saradika-graphics. w.c: 678
You get home from work, and only had time to set your bag down and take off your shoes before hearing Joe's voice greet you from the living room.
can i request a joe fic where reader is babysitting his niece and he sees how good she takes care of her and he gets a baby fever. Then he rushes them home and they do it, with multiple rounds (he also kind of has a breeding kink) 🫣
Baby Fever
Pairing: Joe Keery x Reader
W/C: 4.3k
Summary: Baby sitting his family made you both, more so Joe, realise that you want this for yourselves sooner rather than later.
Warning: MDNI 18+, pinv, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding kink
The sunset started drifting between the garden trees and through the patio doors of the Keery family home. You stood in the living room, watching Caroline wrangle her kids into their shoes, and felt that familiar warmth that came with being part of this family.
"Are you sure?" Caroline asked for the third time, her hand pausing on her youngest's shoulder, "I mean, we could just bring them along with us".
"Stop" you interrupted gently, crouching down to meet her eldest's eyes, "We're going to have so much fun, aren't we?".
She nodded enthusiastically, her curls, so much like Joe's, bouncing with the movement, "Can we make cookies?".
"Absolutely" you said, and the way Caroline's shoulders relaxed made your heart squeeze. You knew how rare it was for her to get an evening out, especially one where she could actually enjoy herself without keeping one eye on her kids.
Joe's mom appeared in the doorway, elegant in a navy dress that made her look at least a decade younger than she was. "They'll be fine Caroline. She's practically family anyway" She caught your eye and winked, and you felt heat creep up in your chest. The engagement ring on your left hand, now a year old, catching the light as you brushed hair out of her face.
"More than practically" Joe's dad added from the hallway, adjusting his tie. "Now come on, we're going to be late, and you know what Martha's like about punctuality".
The house erupted into chaos of last minute lipstick checks, searches for car keys, reminders about where the emergency numbers were posted as if you didn't already know. You stood back, holding the middle child's hand while she played with the hem of her t-shirt watching along the mayhem with you. Then Joe appeared at the top of the stairs, and your breath caught the way it still sometimes did, even after all these years. He'd changed out of his casual afternoon clothes into dark trousers and a button down that made his eyes look impossibly warm. His hair was perfect in that way that looked effortless but you knew took him at least ten minutes.
"Ready?" Caroline called up to him.
Joe descended the stairs slowly, his eyes finding yours across the room. Something passed between you both, something soft and unspoken and then he smiled that crooked smile that had first made you fall in love with him at a friend's birthday party five years ago. "Actually" he said, reaching the bottom of the stairs and shoving his hands in his pockets, "I think I'm going to stay back. Help with the babysitting".
The room went quiet for a beat.
"What?" His sister laughed, "Joe, you got dressed up and everything".
He shrugged, but his eyes never left yours, "Yeah, well, I'd rather hang out with my girls I think". He gestured to you and his nieces, and your heart did that stupid fluttering thing that you thought you'd grown out of by now.
"Joe, you don't have to" you started, but he crossed the room and pressed a kiss to your temple.
"I want to" he murmured against your hair, and you felt the truth of it in the way his hand found the small of your back.
His family exchanged glances, the kind of knowing looks that made you feel simultaneously embarrassed and cherished at the same time till his mom was ushering everyone toward the door.
"Well, that's settled then. You two have fun with the girls. There's lasagna in the fridge if you want to heat it up, and-".
"Mom" Joe interrupted gently. "We've got this. Go have fun".
More kisses, more hugs, more reminders, and then finally, finally, the door closed behind them, and the house settled into a different kind of quiet. Not empty, but peaceful. Expectant.
The two year old, who'd been remarkably patient through all the commotion, chose that moment to toddle over to Joe and raise her arms, "Up Uncle Joey". Joe scooped her up without hesitation, settling her on his hip like someone who'd done this a thousand times. "So" he said, looking between you and the girls with seriousness, "What's the plan, team?".
"Cookies! She promised cookies!"
"Maybe after dinner depending on the time" you corrected, but you were smiling. "How about we play for a bit first? I saw that puzzle in the living room that looked pretty challenging..."
"I can do it!" One of them announced, thumb popping out of her mouth, "I'm really good at puzzles".
"I bet you are" Joe said, and you all migrated to the living room, where the evening light dropped more by the minute.
The next hour passed in a blur of laughter and play. You'd forgotten how exhausting kids could be, how they had seemingly endless energy. The puzzle turned into a game of hide and seek, which turned into a dance party when Joe's old iPod dock was discovered. You watched Joe spin them in circles, delighted shrieks filling the house, and felt something shift in your chest. You'd seen him with his nieces before. You'd been to countless family gatherings, birthday parties, holiday celebrations. But something about tonight felt different, more intimate, like you were getting a glimpse of something private.
When she finally demanded to be put down, dizzy and giggling, Joe collapsed onto the couch next to you, slightly out of breath. His hair was a mess, actual mess this time, and there was a smudge of something on his cheek that might have been chocolate from the candy one of them had snuck from the kitchen. "Having fun?" you asked, reaching up to wipe the smudge away with your thumb.
He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, "The best" he said, and his eyes were so soft, so full of something you couldn't quite name, that you had to look away.
"Okay" you announced, standing up before you could do something embarrassing like tear up. "Who's hungry?". Three enthusiastic voices answered in the affirmative, and you herded everyone toward the kitchen, Joe trailing behind.
Cooking dinner with three kids "helping" was an adventure. One insisted on stirring the pasta sauce, which resulted in more sauce on the counter than in the pot. The second oldest wanted to set the table but couldn't quite remember where everything went, and the youngest mostly just sat in her high chair, banging a wooden spoon against the tray. Through it all, Joe moved around the kitchen with you in that easy way you'd developed over five years of shared meals and shared space. He knew when you needed the colander before you asked. You knew he'd grab the parmesan from the fridge without being told.
"You okay?" Joe asked quietly, catching your expression as he passed behind you to get plates from the cabinet.
"Yeah" you said, and meant it, "Just...happy". His hand squeezed your shoulder, lingering for a moment before he moved away to help the kids.
Dinner was chaotic in the best way. Stories about friends at preschool, one demonstrated her ability to fit an entire piece of garlic bread in her mouth, much to Joe's amused horror whilst the youngest threw more food than she ate, but she was smiling the whole time, so you counted it as a win. You caught Joe watching you as you wiped marinara sauce off faces, and helped feed where you could, his expression unreadable. When you raised an eyebrow in question, he just shook his head and smiled.
Bath time was a production. The girls needed to be coaxed upstairs, then convinced that yes, they really did need to wash their hair, and no, they couldn't bring all of their bath toys into the tub at once. You knelt beside the bathtub, sleeves rolled up, making sure they scrubbed behind her ears while they created a story involving a rubber duck and a plastic boat. Joe sat on the closed toilet lid, holding the eldest wrapped in a towel after her turn in the bath, her damp curls making her look even more like Joe.
"You're really good at this" Joe said quietly, and there was something in his voice that made you look up from where you were rinsing shampoo.
"At what?"
"This. All of it". He gestured vaguely with his free hand. "You're just... natural with them".
You felt heat creep up your neck, "I've known them most their whole lives. It's not that impressive".
"It is to me" he said, and the intensity in his gaze made you look away.
After baths came pyjamas and teeth brushing which was another adventure, with you making silly faces in the mirror to keep them entertained while they scrubbed. Joe stood in the doorway, watching. And finally when it was time for bed, you led them to Joe's childhood bedroom, which had been temporarily converted into a sleeping space for the girls. His parents had set up a toddler bed and new bedding for the older two.
"Story time!" diving into bed.
You settled between them, and Joe sat on the edge, the youngest already drowsy in his arms. You read from a picture book about a brave little mouse, doing different voices for each character until their eyes started to droop. By the time you finished the second book, one was asleep against Joe's chest, and the other two were fighting to keep their eyes open.
"Goodnight, sweet girls" you whispered, pressing kisses to their foreheads and Joe carefully laid the youngest in her toddler bed, tucking her blanket around her. You dimmed the lights and tiptoed out, Joe's hand finding yours in the hallway. He pulled the door almost closed, leaving it cracked just enough to hear if anyone woke up. For a moment, you both just stood there in the quiet hallway, the house settling around you.
"That was-" Joe started, then stopped, shaking his head.
"Exhausting?" you supplied with a smile.
"Perfect" he corrected, and the way he looked at you made your breath catch.
You needed to do something with your hands, so you headed downstairs to tackle the kitchen. Dishes were piled in the sink from dinner, and there were still smudges of sauce on the counter that needed wiping down. You were elbow deep in soapy water, scrubbing a stubborn pot, when you felt Joe's presence behind you. He didn't say anything at first, just leaned against the counter beside you, close enough that you could feel his warmth.
"You know" he said finally, his voice quiet in the peaceful kitchen, "watching you tonight...". You glanced at him, hands still in the water. His expression was open, vulnerable. "You were incredible" he continued. "With the girls. The way you just... knew what they needed. How to make them laugh, how to calm them down. The way they held your hand during dinner, and how you did the voices during story time" He paused, running a hand through his hair. "You're going to be such an amazing mom".
The pot slipped from your hands into the sink. You turned to face him fully, water dripping from your fingers, "Joe...".
"I mean it" he said, and he was closer now, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. "I've always known it, but tonight... seeing you in action like that..." He shook his head, a slightly dazed smile on his face. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. About us. About our future".
Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. "You're going to be an incredible dad too" you said softly, wiping your hand on your clothes and reaching up to cup his face. "The way you were with them, and how you made them laugh, and how patient you were".
He laughed, turning his head to kiss your palm. "I can't wait" he said, "I can't wait to start a family with you. To have this" he gestured around the kitchen, at the evidence of the evening you'd shared, "but with our kids".
You felt tears prick your eyes, but you were smiling. "Joseph Keery" you said, trying for teasing but landing somewhere closer to tender, "Do you have baby fever? Is somebody broody?".
He groaned, but he was grinning, "Is it that obvious?".
"Just a little" you said, and then you were both laughing, foreheads pressed together in the quiet kitchen.
"I'm serious though" he said when the laughter faded. "I know we've talked about it before, about someday, but tonight made me realise... I don't want to wait too long for someday. I want this with you. I want everything with you".
You kissed him then, soft and sweet, tasting like promise and future and home. "Me too" you whispered against his lips.
The sound of car doors closing outside broke the moment. Joe's family was back, their voices carrying through the evening air as they made their way up the front steps. You quickly dried your hands and checked your reflection in the window, making sure you didn't look like you'd been crying. Joe squeezed your hand once before the front door opened.
"How were they?" Caroline asked immediately, dropping her purse on the hall table.
"Angels" you said, and it was mostly true, "They're all asleep upstairs".
"Already?" His mom looked impressed, "How did you manage that?".
"She's magic" Joe said simply, and the pride in his voice made you flush.
The next twenty minutes were a flurry of thank yous and debriefing. Caroline went upstairs to check on the kids, coming back down with a soft smile. "They look so peaceful. Thank you both so much".
"Anytime" you said, and meant it.
"Seriously, you're a lifesaver. I don't know what we'd would do without you".
"She's family" his dad said firmly, pulling you into a hug of his own, "Of course she'd help".
Finally, you and Joe made your escape, climbing into his car as the family waved from the porch. The evening had turned cool, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as Joe started the engine.
"Hotel, right? I don't fancy a drive back to New York right now" you laughed, and he nodded.
"Booked us a room at that place in town you liked. The one with the good pillows". You smiled, settling back into your seat as he pulled away from the curb.
"So" Joe said after a few minutes of comfortable silence, his hand finding yours on the center console. "How many kids do you think we'll have?".
You laughed, but your heart was racing, "Are we really doing this? Having this conversation right now?".
"Why not?" He glanced at you, and even in the dim light of the car, you could see the sincerity in his expression. "I've been thinking about it all night. I want to know everything".
So you talked. About how you'd always thought two or three kids would be perfect. About how he'd always wanted at least two so they'd have each other, like the way he had his sisters. About names you liked, and whether you'd want to stay in the city or move somewhere with more space. About the kind of parents you wanted to be, present, supportive, the kind who made their kids feel safe and loved and seen.
"I want a daughter who looks like you" Joe said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "With your eyes and your smile".
"I want a son with your hair" you countered. "Those curls are too good not to pass on".
He laughed, "What if we have a daughter with my hair and a son with your eyes?".
"Then we'll have to have more kids until we get the combination right" you teased, and his sharp intake of breath made you realise what you'd said.
"More than two?" he asked, and there was hope in his voice.
"Maybe" you said softly. "If tonight is any indication, I think we could handle it".
The conversation flowed easily, naturally, the way it always did between you. You talked about the practical things, timing, careers, logistics but also the dreams, the two of you weren't exactly getting any younger.
"I want to be the kind of dad who does voices during story time. Like you did tonight. The girls loved that".
"You'll be that dad" you assured him. "You already are with your nieces".
"I want Sunday morning pancakes to be our thing" he continued, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "And teaching them to play guitar. And embarrassing them at their school events by being too enthusiastic".
"I want bedtime routines that feel good" you added. "And inside jokes that only our family understands. And traditions that they'll carry on with their own kids someday".
By the time Joe pulled into the hotel parking garage, you'd mapped out an entire future together. It felt real, possible and so close you could almost touch it. The hotel room was exactly as you remembered, elegant and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the town. Joe closed the door, and suddenly you were alone together in a way you hadn't been all evening. He crossed the room to you slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving yours. "Hi" he said softly, and you laughed at the simplicity of the greeting after everything you'd shared tonight.
"Hi to you too"
His hands came up to frame your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones. "I love you" he said. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes. And tonight, watching you with the girls, talking about our future... I've never been more sure of anything".
"I love you too" you whispered, and then his lips were on yours, and the kiss was different from the one in the kitchen. Deeper and filled with all the promise and possibility you'd been talking about for the past hour. Your hands found the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly in your eagerness to take it off him. He smiled against your lips, helping you unbutton it and then his shirt was on the floor and his hands were sliding under your sweater.
"Is this okay?" he murmured, even though you'd been together for five years, even though he knew your body as well as his own. He always asked. It was one of the thousand things you loved about him.
"More than okay" you assured him, and then you were moving together toward the bed, shedding clothes and inhibitions, until it was just skin against skin and breath mingling with breath.
He laid you down gently, his hands tracing patterns on your skin. "You're so beautiful" he whispered, pressing kisses along your collarbone, "So perfect". You arched into his touch, your own hands exploring his body.
When he finally moved over you, settling between your thighs, he paused to look into your eyes. "I can't wait to build a life with you" he said, and you felt tears prick.
"We already are" you reminded him, pulling him down for a kiss. "Joe?" you said softly as you pulled away, tracing idle patterns on his chest.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you for staying tonight. For babysitting with me". He tightened his arms around you. "Thank you for showing me what our future looks like. For making me want it even more than I already did".
"Someday" he whispered, the word barely a breath before his lips crashed down on yours again. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was hungry, immediate, fueled by the days emotions and the thrill of the conversation you'd just shared. You opened for him instantly, your tongue tangling with his, your hands slid up his chest, fingers digging into his shoulders pulling him impossibly closer. His skin was hot to the touch, damp with a faint sheen of sweat.
He made quick work of your clothes, stripping away your sweater, jeans and panties with urgency. When his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers brushing through your folds, you gasped, your hips bucking off the bed to meet his touch.
"Already so wet" he groaned, dipping a finger inside, "You feel amazing".
"Baby please" you begged, needing more than just his fingers. He shifted, reaching over the side of the bed to fumble in the discarded heap of his trousers. The leather of his wallet clicking as he flipped it open, the foil wrapper of a condom reflecting in the light of the bedside lamp. Your hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his wrist, stopping him cold. Joe froze, his chest heaving. He looked down at you, confusion warring with the haze of lust in his dark eyes, What's wrong?".
"Nothing" you whispered, your thumb stroking his wrist. "I just... don't want to use it anymore".
The silence stretched. He stared at you, his gaze dropping to your hand on his wrist, then back to your eyes. "You sure?" he asked, his voice rougher than before.
You nodded slowly, spreading your legs wider. "I want to feel you. I want...us".
He dropped the wallet onto the floor. He positioned himself between your thighs. You were wet, ready for him, and as he pushed forward, the sensation was overwhelming and very hot, filling you without the barrier of a condom. You gasped, your head falling back against the pillows, your nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, and sank deeper until he was buried all the way. He held still for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in ragged bursts. It felt different this time.
"Fuck" he groaned, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again, harder this time, "You feel so good babe".
The rhythm built quickly. A desperate, grinding pace that had the bed frame knocking rhythmically against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles at the small of his back, pulling him in deeper with every stroke. The friction was incredible for you, the slide of his cock inside you sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
"Fuck" you moaned, your body tightening as the pressure built, "I'm close". He didn't slow down. If anything, his thrusts became more erratic, more urgent. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.
"I'm gonna cum" he growled, his hips snapping against yours in quick motion, "I'm gonna cum so deep inside you. I'm going to give you what you wanted".
The words hit you like a physical blow, triggering your orgasm. You clenched around him, waves of pleasure rattling through you as you cried out. But he didn't stop, he drove into you through the aftershocks, chasing his own orgasm. "Take it" he grunted, his body going rigid, "Take it all".
You felt the pulse of him inside you, the hot spurts of his cum filling your insides. He didn't pull out. He stayed deep, grinding his hips as if he wanted to push his load as far into you as possible. The realisation hit him then, you could see it in the way his eyes widened, the way his hands gripped your hips. He liked it. The thought of getting you pregnant, of marking you from the inside, it drove him wild.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight comforting in a way as you both struggled to catch your breath. Joe pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to your shoulder, his hand stroking your hair back from your face. "Jesus baby" he whispered, rolling onto his side but keeping an arm draped heavily over your waist, "That was...".
"Yeah" you agreed, your eyelids already drooping. The exhaustion from the day returned, alongside the intensity of the orgasm. You curled into him, your bodies tangled together, and both drifted off into a deep sleep.
Hours later, you stirred. The room was pitch black, the air conditioner still humming. You blinked, realising Joe wasn't asleep. His breathing was too steady, too alert. You felt the hardness of him pressing against your ass again.
"Joe?" you murmured sleepily, turning in his arms to face him.
He was watching you, even in the dark you could feel his gaze. His hand slid down your side, cupping your ass and pulling you flush against him. "I can't stop thinking about it" he whispered, his voice rough. "About what we did. About my cum inside you right now".
His fingers dipped between your legs, finding you already wet with both of your cum. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he coated his fingers. "You're still full of me" he said, sliding a finger inside, pushing himself back inside, "Leaking".
The dirty talk sent shivers through you. You pushed back against his hand, silently begging for more. He didn't hesitate. He rolled you onto your back, settling between your thighs again. There was no fumbling for a wallet this time and no hesitation. He lined himself up and thrusted in, the wet sound of your combined fluids loud in the quiet room.
"Fuck, you're so messy" he groaned, bracing himself on his elbows, "I love it". He set a mindblowing pace, driving into you with a newfound focus. This kink wasn't just a realisation anymore, it was the only thing that mattered to him now. He hooked your legs over his arms, folding you nearly in half, opening you up completely. "Gonna fill you up again" he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest, "Gonna make sure it takes. Gonna put a baby in you".
The words were filthy, but they only made you wetter. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails raking down his back, urging him on.
"Yes babe" you cried out, the pleasure building to a whole new level. "Fuck, do it. Cum in me again".
He let out a ragged breath, you felt him pulse, prolonging your own orgasm. He stayed there, twitching and pumping every last drop into you. As the shaking subsided, he collapsed against you, his heart hammering against you, both of you knowing that this had changed everything.
didn't mean to moan like that sorry
no thoughts head full of joe’s bicep
Jealous Girl
summary: watching other girls think they have a chance with steve hits a nerve inside of you that you thought you buried. looks like you’ll just have to remind him who he belongs to.
warnings: smut, p in v sex, public sex, getting caught during sex, finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, tiniest bit of sub!steve - actually maybe just switch!steve, jealousy, cursing, probably more!
word count: 4k
from jen: longer than i hoped but i really love this one and i hope you guys do too. as always, with love <3
Let Stevie Do all the Work..
Steve Harrington x Pregnant!reader
You were barely 13 weeks pregnant when it started. A small bump began to form on your belly, a beautiful life growing inside. Of course, Steve thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Not only did he have the knowledge that it was his baby growing inside of you, others could also see it.
Steve had always been a jealous man, so everyone knowing that he had put a baby in you was his favorite thing ever. Now he was on his knees, giving special little kisses to your belly, mumbling below his breath.
“you look beautiful darlin’”
“stuffed with my baby, my little Harrington..”
“Now everybody knows your my woman..”
“My woman”
“Mine.”
He practically growls, voice growing huskier as he rises to his feet, his hand finding its way to cup your cheek.
“Can’t even look in the mirror without thinking of you Stevie..”
You mewled.
It was all he could do not to have his way with you right then and there, but he remembered how fragile you were in this state. Now almost 7 months pregnant, you couldn’t move like you used to. Most of the time you just waddled around.
“Do you think you have enough energy to-?”
“I need you Steve”
His eyes darkened as he leaned down to kiss your neck.
“Just lay back mama, let Stevie do all the work for ya..”
He muttered, laying you down on the bed slowly. Careful not to hurt you, he reached underneath your sleep shirt. None of your pants fit you anymore with the weight gain, so you rarely wore any. Then he hooked his finger under the waist band of your cotton panties.
“You’re just soakin’ ain’t ya mama?” You whined softly, nodding your head
“C’mon baby… I want the whole neighborhood to know just who put that baby in pretty little Mrs. Harrington..”
hiiii!
can i request a scene for the Harrington Household series? maybe one where the oldest son (or the oldest daughter) tries sneaking in (or out) their bedroom window, because hello! they’re steve’s kids and he was the stealthiest ninja back in his days and knows all about climbing through windows. but also bc they’re steve’s kids, he knows and catches them.
maybe if they’re sneaking back in, when they turn on their lights, steve is just sitting there in the dark.
or if they’re sneaking out, steve is already outside their window waiting for them to climb down and makes them climb back up instead of going through the front door.
Summary: Trying to steer your teenagers down the right path makes Steve’s memories of his past stir, and you help remind him that he’s the most loved person in your home.
WC: 3.6k
Warnings & What to Expect: hargrove!fem!reader, mentions of sex (having the talk w/ the oldest) parental struggles - Steve’s parents not demonstrating enough love to him and he’s feeling the weight of it 😢
Harrington Household Masterlist
putting reqs on pause so i can catch up on what i have. feel free to still send me chats! I adore talking to y’all! 🫶🏻 this fic would take place months after the dinner imagine, and before summer starts!
Main Masterlist If Interested!
Peach’s Note: hii anon!! omg Steve would be stressing over this, poor guy! im combining this w/ another request about the oldest and his gf. i definitely went a more angsty route with Steve being hard on himself, but tried to keep it lighthearted too. hope y’all enjoy ❤️
i feel like this song sums up Steve’s feelings for his kids 😭⤵️
Your seventeen year old boy may be the kindest teenager you know, but he’s still Steve Harrington’s teenager.
hello ! i absolutely love ur writing but i’m sure you hear this a lot ;) i was wondering if you could do a steve x fem reader making out in the school bathroom (like with nancy in season 1), and then lead it to whatever you want (suggestive or smut…) tysm ♡︎
i feel so high school, everytime i look at you
pairing: steve harrington x reader
summary: request above
tags: smut, dry humping, orgasm (f & m), making out, hickey's & lovebites (they're horny teenagers give them a break), not proofread
word count: 1k
author's note: hi lovely! thank you for this request, i hope you like this! sorry for the wait x
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Loved it
Summer Steve!! Reader is pregnant and due at the end of August, so homegirl is straight up SUFFERING this summer. What is Steve doing to make her more comfortable bc we know he be doing The Most :D
summer!steve harrington x fem!reader (18+) cw: pregnancy, pregnancy kink (if you squint), allusions to sex, MDNI wc: 431 || divider by @/saradika-graphics
“This is all your fault.”
Steve’s hands still on your back at the sound of your voice, pausing where he’d been kneading soft circles into your sore muscles at your request. He doesn’t pause for long, though, and before you can complain, he continues his ministrations, his tone fond and soft when he says, “I’m sorry.”
You sigh and press your face further into your arms folded over the edge of his parents’ pool, letting the water lap at your heated skin as you petulantly whine, “Seriously, who thought that being pregnant in July was a good idea?”
This, of course, is a complaint that Steve has heard many, many times as your pregnancy progressed to the state you’re in now: Weeks away from your due date, feeling stretched beyond belief, and desperate for any form of relief from the summer heatwave that you can find.
Like with everything else in life, Steve has taken all of your grousing in stride, never once getting upset or annoyed when you were in a bad mood and simply doing what he could to make you more comfortable. Even if that meant relying on his mother’s hospitality — who, quite frankly, was more than happy to have the two of you show up at her house early in the morning and not leave well into the evening — and spending every free moment sitting in the shade of the pool, letting Steve try to work the knots from your back and hips to no avail.
“Well, next time we can plan for a winter baby,” he offers congenially.
You lift your head up just enough to shoot him a glare over your shoulder. “Who said there will be a next time?”
“If you want there to be a next time,” he corrects with a smile.
You sigh, pressing your cheek to your forearm, and announce, “I’m moving in with your mom. She has air conditioning.”
“She’d let you with no questions asked,” he says. “But we are getting it installed next week.”
“That’s too far away, Steve. I just want to feel better.”
He huffs out a laugh and slides his hand around your front, running it along the curve of your tummy as he says, “I know a way to make you feel better.”
You don’t bother peeling your eyes open. “Not in your mother’s pool.”
“No,” he says easily. “But later, if you’d like. I’ll take care of you, honey.”
“You always do,” you murmur, pressing further into his hands.
He shifts closer, and very carefully, presses a kiss to your sun kissed shoulder.
this nerd? cause yes.
I Knew It, I Knew You.
Pairing: Joe Keery x Reader
Summary: You and Joe had been broken up, but when seeing each other at a party, neither of you could remember why
A/N: This song has been stuck in my head since it came out
You hadn’t seen Joe in almost a year.
Not properly.
There had been little things, of course. His name showing up on your phone because a mutual friend had tagged him in something. A song of his playing low in the background of a shop while you pretended not to notice. A photograph online that you scrolled past too quickly because looking for too long felt like doing something wrong.
ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
summary: five times you danced with steve, and the one time that mattered most. words: 6.3k warnings: little bit of angst but a lottt of fluff tbh, grinding at some random's house party, brief mentions of alcohol/drinking under age 21, reader is described wearing feminine clothing more than once notes: this honestly was only meant to be like 1500w but i went overboard oops, i hope you guys like these lil moments between friends
─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─
ⅰ. ʜᴏᴍᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ; ▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။• heaven - bryan adams
It seemed out of place to hold such a celebratory event at a time when your town was barely holding onto the cusp of solidarity. Despite the gym at Hawkins High being decked out in sparkly embellishments and a whimsical story of banners and streamers, an eeriness still lurked in the shadows, mirroring the town's unsteadiness. Your heart stuttered at every flash of light, the room changing colours in time with the varying tempo of the music - it was as if your body was preparing, bracing for something to reach out and grab you, which is why you yelped, a sharp gasp strong enough to tighten your chest, when a hand grasped your shoulder.
"Shit - sorry, you okay?" Steve's voice was concerned as he leaned down, both hands now holding your shoulders steady, the golden flecks in his eyes shining even brighter against the yellow tone encasing the room. He was studying you, the way your breath was held and how your gaze widened in shock. He knew he had interrupted something as he watched your gaze flicker between realities, "Where were you just now?"
A forced smile clung helplessly to your lips as you faced him, attempting to shake off the darkened thoughts. Your voice was strained, and Steve tried not to notice, "Somewhere I shouldn't be. But it's okay - I'm okay."
Brown strands of hair fell across Steve's face as he nodded, the inside of his cheek bitten raw to stop him from pressing further. He understood what you were saying. Nightmares have become real figures in your lives now, and it is hard to withdraw from that. The acknowledgement didn't make it any easier, however.
Steve cleared his throat with a gentle rumble, his stance straightening before his hand was held in your direction. The palm was facing up like an invitation to feel him, to ground yourself in the real world. It was an offered distraction for your mind to be taken elsewhere. His jaw dropped slightly, and his words caught.
But your widened eyes, filled with curiosity and trust, reached in deep and pulled out a smile for Steve to wear for you.
"Dance with me."
Hi could I make you a request like Joe has a baby boy with reader and they are doing an interview together and he leans to kiss the reader but their baby gets jealous like really fluff thanks youu
"Daddy vs baby"
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!
summary: Joe tries to flirt with you during a live interview, but your jealous baby keeps physically stopping him every single time
warnings: Fluff, romance, baby jealousy, playful banter, mild language.
The interview had only been running for ten minutes and somehow Joe was already causing chaos.
It started innocently enough, the three of you sat together on the oversized cream-colored couch in the center of the studio, you tucked comfortably against Joe’s side while your baby boy sat in his lap wearing the tiniest little sneakers anyone had ever seen.
The audience had collectively lost their minds the second you walked out.
Especially because your son looked exactly like Joe.
Same curls, same big brown eyes, same pout. It was honestly a little unfair.
“And here they are,” the host grinned dramatically, gesturing toward your family. “The internet’s favorite couple and apparently the cutest baby alive.”
Joe immediately nodded seriously. “Correct.”
You laughed while your son blinked at the audience lights with complete fascination, one tiny hand gripping Joe’s thumb.
“He is adorable,” the host continued. “But I have to ask…who does he behave better for?”
You snorted instantly, Joe looked offended already. “Why’d you laugh like that?”
“Because we both know the answer.”
Joe adjusted the baby higher on his lap. “Excuse me. My son and I are best friends.”
Right on cue, your baby leaned over and grabbed a fistful of Joe’s curls hard enough to make him yelp. The audience erupted.
Joe winced. “Okay… alright… tiny warning next time maybe?”
“He keeps doing that?” the host laughed.
“All the time,” you said cheerfully. “Joe refuses to learn.”
“Because one day,” Joe insisted while carefully untangling tiny fingers from his hair, “he’ll do it gently.”
“He won’t.”
“He loves me.”
Your son chose that exact moment to smack Joe directly in the face with startling force.
The sound echoed through the microphones, you wheezed and the host physically turned away laughing.
Joe stared at the baby in disbelief. “I have done nothing but provide for you.”
The baby blinked at him innocently.
“You know what?” Joe sighed dramatically. “This is because mama likes me more.”
Immediately your son twisted around in Joe’s lap toward you, reaching both arms out desperately.
“Ohhh,” the audience cooed.
Your entire face softened as you took him from Joe’s arms. “Hi, sweetheart.”
The second he settled against you, he relaxed completely, tiny cheek pressed to your shoulder.
Joe looked devastated “You see this betrayal?” he asked the host. “I carried him for, like, twenty minutes this morning.”
“You carried him from the bedroom to the kitchen,” you corrected.
“It was exhausting.”
“You sat down halfway.”
“He’s dense.”
The host laughed so hard she nearly dropped her cue cards. Honestly, interviews with Joe always ended like this, complete nonsense. Half the time he forgot cameras were there entirely, especially when you were around.
“So,” the host said after calming herself slightly, “be honest, who’s stricter as a parent?”
Joe pointed at you immediately while you pointed at Joe at the exact same time. The audience laughed again.
“Wait,” the host said. “Really?”
“Yes,” Joe answered.
“No,” you answered over him.
Joe gasped. “BABE.”
“You literally let him do whatever he wants.”
“He’s a baby.”
“You let him eat paper yesterday.”
“He seemed passionate about it.”
“He was chewing a receipt.”
Joe shrugged. “Maybe he had financial concerns.”
Even the cameramen were laughing now, you buried your face in your hands. “See what I live with?”
Joe grinned proudly. “And yet you married me.”
“Against my better judgment.”
“You’re obsessed with me.”
“I tolerate you.”
Joe placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “That’s actually evil.”
The baby suddenly let out a loud squeal, bouncing excitedly in your lap.
Joe’s entire attention snapped toward him instantly “What? What happened?” he asked softly, like your son had just delivered groundbreaking news.
The baby squealed again and slapped both hands onto your cheeks.
Joe melted immediately “There he is,” he cooed. “That’s my dude.”
You smiled watching them together, you never got tired of it, not even a little.
Joe was so different with your son than he was with anyone else, softer, more patient and completely gone over him.
Your baby could sneeze and Joe would react like he’d witnessed the greatest event in human history.
“Has becoming parents changed your relationship?” the host asked gently.
The question softened both of you instantly, Joe looked over at you first before answering.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “In the best way.”
Your heart squeezed and Joe reached over, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against your knee while he spoke “I already loved her before,” he continued, glancing down at your son. “But seeing her be his mom…” He shook his head with a soft smile “It’s kinda insane.”
The audience collectively melted.
You looked at him helplessly. “You can’t say things like that on television.”
“Why?”
“Because then I start crying.”
Joe looked delighted. “You’d cry for me?”
“I literally gave birth to your child.”
“Not the point.”
The host laughed warmly. “You two are disgustingly in love.”
“Correct again,” Joe nodded.
You rolled your eyes fondly while your baby suddenly became very interested in Joe again, reaching toward him.
Joe perked up immediately. “Oh? Dad’s cool again?”
The baby grabbed Joe’s chain necklace and immediately tried to put it in his mouth.
“Nevermind,” Joe sighed. “I’m just an object.”
You laughed so hard your shoulders shook, Joe looked over at you then and something in his expression softened instantly. It always happened like that, one second he was joking around and the next he was looking at you like you hung the moon.
The studio lights reflected in his eyes while he smiled slowly at you.
“Oh no,” the host whispered dramatically. “He’s doing the look.”
“The look?” you laughed.
“The look,” she repeated. “The one where he forgets everyone else exists.”
Joe didn’t even deny it, he leaned closer instead, arm sliding around your waist while your baby sat happily between you both “You’re really pretty,” he murmured casually.
Your face warmed immediately. “Joe.”
“What? Am I wrong?”
“Yes because now there are cameras.”
“So?”
“So stop flirting with me on live television.”
“Can’t.”
The audience practically screamed.
Joe grinned at your embarrassment before leaning in closer clearly intending to kiss you and immediately your son shoved both tiny hands against Joe’s face with a loud offended babble.
The audience LOST it. Joe froze mid-kiss attempt, slowly he looked down at the baby.
The baby frowned back and a full staring contest began.
“You serious right now?” Joe asked him quietly.
Your son responded by turning around and dramatically burying himself against your chest.
The crowd erupted into laughter again.
“Oh my god,” you gasped between laughs. “He got jealous.”
Joe looked genuinely betrayed “Buddy,” he said carefully, “that is my wife.”
The baby tightened his grip on your shirt, the host was crying laughing now. “He said absolutely not.”
Joe pointed at the baby. “You weren’t saying that when I bought your formula.”
Another offended baby noise.
“You don’t even pay taxes,” Joe added.
You were laughing too hard to breathe properly at this point.
Joe looked at you helplessly. “Are you seeing this?”
“I am,” you wheezed.
“He blocked me.”
“With authority.”
Joe narrowed his eyes at the baby before trying again carefully, he leaned toward you slowly, your son watched him suspiciously and Joe got maybe three inches away before the baby physically grabbed his chin and pushed him back.
Joe fell backward dramatically onto the couch cushions. “OH THAT’S CRAZY.”
The host wiped tears from her eyes. “You’ve officially been humbled by someone who can’t pronounce his own name.”
Joe sat up pointing accusingly at his son. “You tiny cockblocker.”
You gasped loudly.
“What?” Joe defended. “That’s what happened!”
“You cannot say that!”
“He started it!”
The baby clapped happily like he’d won something and Joe stared at him in disbelief. “Oh, so now you know joy.”
You were crying laughing now, barely able to hold the baby upright. Joe watched you for a second, completely distracted again, his expression softened immediately “There she is,” he said quietly.
Your laughter faded into a smile. “What?”
“That laugh.”
His eyes crinkled softly “That’s my favorite sound.”
The audience gave the loudest collective “awww” of the night.
Your entire face warmed and Joe looked ridiculously pleased with himself for flustering you.
“You’re impossible,” you muttered.
“And yet,” he grinned, “you continue to adore me.”
Before you could answer, your son suddenly grabbed your face with both hands and planted a very slobbery baby kiss on your cheek.
Joe gasped dramatically. “EXCUSE ME?”
The baby smiled proudly.
“Oh, so he can kiss you?!” Joe cried. “That’s favoritism.”
You laughed breathlessly while Joe leaned over, pretending to argue with the baby.
“I knew it,” he sighed. “You’re trying to replace me as the man of the house.”
Your son squealed happily.
Joe pointed at him. “See? He admitted it.”
Joe shook his head dramatically before leaning closer to the baby with narrowed eyes.
“You know one day she’s still gonna kiss me, right?”
Your son blinked at him, then very slowly reached over and covered your mouth with his tiny hand. Joe fell back against the couch in fake heartbreak. “OH, THAT’S DIABOLICAL.”
You were laughing so hard tears gathered in your eyes while the baby proudly snuggled into your chest like he’d just protected national security.
The host wiped her eyes. “I think he thinks you’re stealing his mom.”
“I AM HER HUSBAND,” Joe cried.
The baby frowned suspiciously, while Joe pointed toward him. “Look at that face. That’s hatred.”
“He’s literally eight months old,” you laughed.
“Old enough to be disrespectful apparently.”
Your son suddenly leaned toward Joe again, grabbing onto the front of his hoodie.
Joe softened instantly. “Oh, okay. We’re friends again?”
The baby smacked a slobbery kiss against Joe’s cheek, he froze dramatically before placing a hand over his heart. “Nevermind. He’s perfect. He can have whatever he wants.”
“You fold so fast,” you teased.
“Because he’s our kid,” Joe said simply, smiling at both of you like he couldn’t believe either of you were real. “I never stood a chance.”
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hii!! what if reader is pregnant with joe’s baby and they tell his family. he’s genuinely really happy because he’s always wanted to be a dad and have a family with her, and just seeing his family’s reaction and them getting excited about it, also her with his nieces, makes him extremely happy. she also probably shows them a video she secretly recorded of his reaction when she told him abt the pregnancy (i mean or u can delete that part, whatever u want xx
“A family on the way”
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!
summary: you tell Joe’s family you are pregnant. Joe is thrilled, his family is excited, and everyone celebrates.
warnings: Pregnancy/parenthood theme, fluff
You’d been carrying the secret around for days now.
Days of almost slipping up in front of his family. Days of Joe randomly grinning at you from across rooms because he remembered. Days of him pulling you into his chest at night and resting his hand against your stomach like he still couldn’t believe there was really a baby there. And honestly, the sweetest part wasn’t even how excited he was.
It was how gentle he’d become.
Not that Joe had ever been careless with you, he hadn’t, but now there was this constant tenderness in everything he did. Like somewhere in his brain, a switch had flipped the second he found out.
Suddenly he was opening every door before you could touch it, making sure you ate even when you insisted you weren’t hungry, pulling blankets over you when you fell asleep on the couch, kissing your forehead every five minutes like he physically couldn’t help himself.
The morning sickness had only barely started, but the first time you felt nauseous, Joe looked more distressed than you did.
“Baby,” he said immediately, kneeling in front of you on the bathroom floor like his life depended on it. “What do you need?”
You laughed weakly. “Joe, I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t look okay.”
“You look more worried than me.”
“That’s because I am more worried than you.”and then, completely serious, he added quietly “I can’t stand seeing you uncomfortable.”
That was the moment you realized just how deeply this had already changed him, because Joe wasn’t just excited about the baby, he was emotional about you, very emotional actually.
About the fact that you were carrying his child, the idea of having a family together, waking up next to you for the rest of his life and getting to call that his future.
You saw it in the way he looked at you now, like he still couldn’t believe he got this lucky.
The day you decided to tell his family, he was somehow even worse. You were standing in the bathroom getting ready when he appeared in the doorway wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, just leaning against the frame watching you quietly.
You caught his reflection in the mirror.
“…Why are you staring at me?”
He smiled immediately. “Can’t help it.”
“You’re being weird today.”
“I’m excited.”
“You’ve been excited for a week.”
“I know.” he said walking over behind you then, wrapping both arms around your waist carefully before resting his chin on your shoulder.
His hands slid automatically to your stomach. You watched his expression soften in the mirror the second he looked down, and God, it melted you every single time.
“You know they’re gonna cry, right?” you asked softly.
“My mom?” he laughed under his breath. “Absolutely.”
“And your sisters are never gonna let you live this down.”
“They already don’t.”
You smiled, turning slightly in his arms “Nervous?”
Joe looked at you for a moment before answering honestly “About being a dad?” he admitted quietly. “A little.”
That surprised you enough that your expression changed immediately, because Joe had seemed so confident ever since finding out but then he smiled softly and shook his head “Not because I don’t want it,” he clarified instantly. “I’ve wanted this forever.”
The way he said it made your heart ache.
Forever.
Like he’d imagined this long before now, long before he ever admitted it out loud.
“I just really wanna be good at it,” he murmured.
You reached up immediately, touching his face gently“You will be, baby.”
The emotion that crossed his face after that nearly ruined you, because those words mattered to him more than anything. He leaned down and kissed you slowly, carefully. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours for a second and laughed softly to himself.
“What?”
“I’m just…” He shook his head slightly, smiling in disbelief. “Really happy.”
The entire drive to his parents’ house, Joe kept one hand on your thigh,like he physically needed the contact. Every few minutes his thumb would brush back and forth against your skin before he glanced over at you again with that same soft, almost disbelieving expression he’d been wearing ever since you told him about the baby.
You were only a few weeks along, still early enough that it felt surreal saying it out loud, but Joe had already slipped into this quiet kind of devotion that made your chest ache.
You’d caught him staring at you in the middle of the night once, just looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.
“You okay?” you’d mumbled sleepily.
He’d smiled instantly and kissed your forehead.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “i just really love you and I'm glad for this.”
And now, pulling into his parents’ driveway, he looked somehow even more emotional.
“Are you nervous?” you asked gently.
He laughed under his breath. “About telling them?” he continued, glancing toward the house where you could already see people moving around inside. “No. They’re gonna lose their minds.” he sounded so unbelievably fond when he said it.
Inside, the house was exactly what you expected: loud, warm, chaotic in the best way. The second Joe walked in, one of his nieces sprinted across the living room screaming his name before launching herself at him. He caught her automatically with one arm, laughing while she wrapped herself around him and the way he looked holding her made your heart twist, because suddenly you could see it so clearly.
Joe in your kitchen at two in the morning holding your sleepy baby against his chest, teaching your kid how to ride a bike or carrying them on his shoulders.
Joe becoming someone’s dad.
You must’ve gone quiet because he looked over immediately.
“What?” he asked softly.
“Nothing,” you said quickly, smiling.
But he narrowed his eyes like he knew you too well already.
The night carried on normally for a while. Dinner, teasing, overlapping conversations. Joe sat close enough that his knee stayed pressed against yours the entire time under the table, occasionally rubbing his hand over your back absentmindedly. You noticed his mom watching the two of you more than once with a suspicious little smile. She definitely sensed something, and Joe was terrible at hiding it.
Every time someone mentioned kids or family or future plans, he’d glance at you with this uncontrollable softness that basically gave everything away.
Finally, one of his sisters pointed directly at him from across the room.
“Okay, what is wrong with you?”
Joe blinked innocently. “What?”
“You’ve been smiling at her like a kid in a candy store for the last two hours.”
Everyone laughed immediately, joe just ducked his head, grinning to himself.
“Oh my God,” his mom suddenly said, eyes widening. “Wait.”
The room slowly quieted,you felt Joe’s hand immediately find yours, his thumb brushed across your knuckles once. You looked at him, silently asking if he wanted to do it now, and the expression on his face…
God, he looked emotional already.
He nodded once and your pulse jumped.
“We actually do have something to tell everyone,” you said softly.
Every single person in the room looked at you.Joe’s nieces had gone quiet too, curled up on the couch nearby. You felt Joe squeeze your hand harder.
“I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Joe looked down instantly, smiling so hard he physically couldn’t contain it anymore.
Then the room exploded. His mom gasped so loudly it startled everyone. His dad immediately stood up.
“No way.”
“Oh my God.”
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
One of his nieces started excitedly asking if there was a baby right now while another yelled that she wanted to teach it soccer.
And Joe, he just stood there for a second looking completely overwhelmed, like he’d imagined this moment a thousand times but reality somehow felt bigger.
His mom got to you first, already crying as she wrapped both arms around you.
“Oh sweetheart,” she kept saying. “Oh my God.”
His dad hugged Joe so hard he nearly stumbled backward.
“You’re gonna be a dad,” he laughed. And that was the exact moment Joe broke, his entire face crumpled into this emotional, disbelieving smile while he looked around at everyone losing their minds around him.
You saw him blink hard a few times, you saw him look down because his eyes were getting glossy, and then he looked at you, like everything else disappeared.
You watched his throat move as he swallowed emotion down “Come here,” he said quietly.
The second you stepped toward him, he pulled you into his chest with both arms, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. But you knew why, because this was real.
You were having his baby.
His hand slid protectively over your stomach almost unconsciously, not even showing yet, and he already couldn’t stop touching you there.
You felt him laugh softly against your hair “I still can’t believe it,” he whispered.
“You say that every day.”
“Because every day it’s still true.”
That nearly made you cry.
One of his nieces climbed onto the couch beside you a little while later and rested her head against your shoulder while everyone kept talking excitedly around you. Joe had been answering questions from his sisters when he looked over and saw you sitting there with her curled against you, and he completely stopped talking mid-sentence.
You noticed immediately “What?”
He shook his head once, smiling to himself but he kept staring, and there was something almost devastatingly tender in his expression. Like seeing you like that unlocked something inside him. His future. His family..
One of his sisters followed his gaze and started laughing “Oh, he’s gone.”
Joe rolled his eyes immediately. “Shut up.”
“No seriously,” another one added. “Look at him. Man’s about to start crying again.”
“I didn’t cry.”
“You absolutely cried.”
“I was emotional.”
“That’s crying.” and before Joe could defend himself again, you reached for your phone.
“Actually,” you said, smiling slightly, “I have proof.”
Joe immediately looked suspicious.
“…Proof of what?”
You ignored him and opened the video, the second everyone realized what it was, the room went quiet again. The video started shaky because you’d been trying not to laugh while secretly recording him.
Joe sat on the couch wearing gray sweatpants and one of his old hoodies, looking completely unsuspecting while you handed him a tiny gift box.
“What’s this?” video-Joe asked.
“Open it.”
He did, and then everything changed.
The second he saw the positive test inside, his entire brain visibly stopped functioning. Everyone watching the video started laughing immediately because his face was priceless.
“What…” he whispered.
You could hear yourself laughing behind the camera.
“What is that?” Joe looked up at you slowly “You’re pregnant?” his voice cracked on the word. In the video, you nodded and the expression that crossed his face afterward shattered everyone. Video-Joe actually covered his mouth with one hand while tears instantly filled his eyes.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, then he stood up so fast the camera jolted because he grabbed you immediately, pulling you against him while repeating the same thing over and over into your hair.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Baby”
Back in the present, his mom was openly crying again.
One of his sisters yelled, “HE SAID HE DIDN’T CRY.”
“I WAS OVERWHELMED,” Joe defended instantly, face completely red now.
“You were sobbing.”
“I was NOT sobbing.”
The video very clearly showed tears. Everyone started laughing while Joe groaned and covered his face with one hand, but then he looked at you again and all the embarrassment disappeared immediately.
He crossed the room toward you slowly until he was standing right in front of where you sat. Then he crouched down slightly beside you, one hand resting on your knee while the other slid instinctively back to your stomach.
“You know what the craziest part is?” he said softly, mostly to you.
“What?”
“I thought I couldn’t love you more before this.” the room collectively melted.
His sisters groaned dramatically, his mom looked ready to cry for a third time, and Joe just smiled, completely unbothered, because he meant every word.
You touched his face gently. “You’re gonna be such a good dad.”
The emotion that hit him after that was immediate. You saw it happen in real time. His eyes watered again, his smile turned smaller, shakier. Because out of everything people had congratulated him for, that was the thing that mattered most.
This.
You.
Your baby.
The family he’d secretly dreamed of.
Joe leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, laughing quietly because he was too emotional to do anything else, and surrounded by his family’s excitement, his nieces climbing all over both of you, everyone already arguing over baby names and who the baby would look like and you and Joe had never looked happier in your entire life.