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In 20 years he’s going to be to us what Tom Cruise was to our mothers
I just needdddd to be in an airport with joe all sleep deprived and jet lagged and hanging onto him in the baggage claim. I think that photo of him in the airport has brought hat out int me
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joe keery x reader
val speaks - need to be w a sleepy joe
the plane lands with that dull thud that runs through the floor and up your spine. it makes a few people around you stir, seatbelts clicking, overhead bins opening too early. you’re still half asleep, forehead leaning against the window, brain foggy from too many hours in the air.
joe’s hand has been resting on the small of your back since the plane started descending.
it’s warm there, steady, like he forgot it was even there. every now and then his thumb moves a little, slow and absentminded, like he’s barely awake too.
“we home?” he mumbles beside you, voice rough with sleep.
you glance at him over your shoulder. his hair’s a mess from leaning back against the seat, eyes still half closed.
“pretty sure” you say quietly.
he hums, not fully convinced, but doesn’t move his hand.
getting off the plane feels slower than it should. everyone shuffling forward, stopping, starting again. joe stays close behind you the whole time, his hand never leaving your back as you move down the aisle and into the airport. the place is bright in that harsh early-morning way, and your brain is still somewhere over the atlantic.
neither of you talk much while walking to baggage claim. you're both tired enough that words feel unnecessary.
his hand slides from your back only when you stop near the carousel.
for a second you think he’s finally letting go.
instead, he steps closer behind you and wraps both arms around your waist.
you laugh softly in surprise as his chin settles on your shoulder, his head tucked into the crook of your neck. his hair brushes your cheek.
“joe” you say, amused.
“mm” he answers.
he sounds like he’s about two seconds from falling asleep standing up.
you can feel his breath against your neck, slow and warm, and when you laugh again you feel something shift, the small curve of a smile pressed lightly into your skin.
“you’re using me as a pillow.”
“you’re the right height” he mumbles.
the baggage carousel starts moving with that loud mechanical clunk. people crowd a little closer around it, but joe doesn’t move. his arms stay loosely around you, fingers laced together over your stomach like he forgot he’s in public.
you lean back into him slightly without thinking.
eventually your suitcase rolls around.
you nudge him with your elbow. “there's ours.”
he groans quietly but lifts his head, blinking like the lights are too bright. he grabs the suitcase off the belt with one hand, then yours, and immediately drifts back to your side again.
by the time you get outside to the pickup area, the cold air hits your face and wakes you up a little.
your friend’s car pulls up a minute later.
“you two look dead” they say through the open window.
joe doesn’t even argue. he just opens the back door and gently nudges you inside first.
you start to slide toward the window seat, but he stops you.
“middle” he says softly.
“why.”
he gives you a look like the answer is obvious.
you sigh but shuffle into the middle seat anyway. he climbs in after you, stretching his arm along the back of the seat behind you before letting it drop around your shoulders.
as soon as the car starts moving, your head tips toward him.
he’s already half asleep again.
your friend starts talking about the drive and traffic and something that happened while you were gone, but the words blur together.
joe’s head leans against yours.
his arm tightens slightly around you, instinctive, even though his eyes are closed.
ten minutes later you’re both asleep in the back seat, pressed together, still holding onto each other like neither of you noticed the trip ended.
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pilates princess
you tell joe it’ll be “a chill little workout.”
those are your exact words.
“it’s just pilates,” you say casually while tying your hair back. “it’s mostly stretching.”
joe keery — a 33 year old man who thinks he’s in pretty decent shape — nods confidently.
“yeah ok. easy.”
fast forward thirty minutes later and joe is lying face down on a yoga mat staring at the floor like he’s just seen god.
the instructor claps her hands.
“okay everyone! hold the plank!”
joe slowly lifts his head.
“again?”
you’re next to him perfectly balanced, calm, breathing normally like a pilates goddess.
“yes joe,” you whisper. “it’s been like ten seconds.”
“ten seconds is too long.”
the instructor walks by.
“tighten your core!”
joe whispers, horrified, “what core.”
you try not to laugh.
“the one in your stomach.”
“i have ribs. does that count.”
everyone lifts their legs for some terrifying ab move.
joe attempts it.
his legs shake like a baby deer learning how to walk.
“why is this happening,” he mutters.
you’re completely fine beside him.
“this is the easy version.”
he turns his head slowly.
“…the easy version.”
the instructor cheerfully says, “now pulse!”
joe lets out the quietest, most dramatic groan.
“i’m pulsing emotionally.”
you’re trying so hard not to laugh that your shoulders start shaking.
the instructor walks by again.
“keep your legs straight!”
joe whispers to you through clenched teeth, “i hate you.”
“no you don’t.”
“i trusted you.”
the class finally ends and everyone sits up peacefully.
joe does not sit up peacefully.
he rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling.
“i think i died.”
you stretch like you just finished a relaxing nap.
“wasn't that fun?!”
he slowly turns his head toward you.
“…fun.”
you grin.
“see? easy.”
joe struggles to sit up and nearly falls over.
“i have toured with a band. i have done 14 hour filming days. i have run on stage for two hours.”
he points weakly at the pilates reformer machines.
“that… was the hardest thing i’ve ever done.”
you pat his shoulder.
“same time next week?”
joe immediately shakes his head.
“absolutely not.”
you grab your bag.
“great see you next week.”
joe groans and limps after you.
“this is abuse.”
Good morning only to my lost puppy
Pretty Sweet - Eddie Munson X Henderson Sister Reader
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Summary: Dustin Henderson always leaves Hellfire early to keep his older sister far away from Eddie Munson’s obvious crush, but one forgotten character sheet ruins everything and gives Eddie the perfect chance to finally charm her right in front of Dustin’s horrified eyes.
Word Count: 1.5k
There was a reason Dustin Henderson always left Hellfire Club five minutes early, and it wasn’t because he had to make it back for curfew.
It was because you, his older sister, picked him up.
And because Eddie Munson, Dungeon Master with a flair for dramatics, had developed a hopeless, obvious crush on you the first time he saw you waiting by your car, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to whatever song was stuck in your head.
Dustin had caught the look instantly.
“Don’t even think about it,” he had warned Eddie that very first day, grabbing his backpack like it was a shield. “I’m serious, Eddie. She’s off-limits.”
Eddie had only grinned, popping the cap on his marker. “Off-limits? Henderson, she drove you here. She’s literally right there. In the parking lot. Breathing the same air as me.”
“Exactly the problem!”
And so a system was born—one Dustin upheld with military precision. Every campaign night: five minutes early. No exceptions. No stragglers. No chance for Eddie to “accidentally” walk out at the same time.
Until tonight.
Tonight, the dice betrayed him.
A natural 1.
Not in the game, oh no, Dustin had rolled a 20 for that, but in real life, fumbling for his bag and realising too late that he’d forgotten his character sheet somewhere in the mess of snack wrappers and graph paper.
By the time he sprinted back into the room, Eddie was already strolling toward the doors, humming something off-key, twirling his ringed keys around his finger.
And outside—right outside—you were leaning against the car, Hawkins’ sunset painting you in gold.
Dustin skidded to a halt. “No, no, no. Abort mission. Turn around. Eddie, don’t go out there!”
Eddie froze mid-step, eyes lighting up with the slow-building grin of a man who finally caught the monster he’d been chasing.
“Why’s that Henderson, you tryna hide something from me?” Eddie looked ahead, over Dustin's shoulder, with a large grin on his face. “Ah, someone?”
Eddie didn’t wait for Dustin’s answer. He brushed past him with that maddening, self-satisfied swagger, boots thudding on the linoleum as he pushed open the doors. The warm evening light hit his face, and he squinted dramatically, as if he’d just stepped into some divine realm—your realm. You glanced up at the sound, lifting your head from whatever you’d been scribbling on a notepad, and your eyes met Eddie’s.
He nearly tripped.
“Hey,” he said, suddenly softer, suddenly shy, like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed. “Uh—hi. Didn’t know you were the designated Henderson chauffeur tonight.”
You gave him a small, amused smile. “I’m always the designated Henderson chauffeur.”
Behind Eddie, Dustin groaned loudly, breaking the air. “Oh my god. Y/N disengage, get in the car, and drive”
Eddie ignored him entirely. “Well, lucky us.”
You raised a brow. “‘Us’?”
Eddie cleared his throat. “Uh—me. Lucky me.”
Dustin threw his hands up. “No. Nope. Eddie, abort. Retreat. Go back inside and pretend this never happened—”
You tugged open the passenger door for your brother. “Dustin, it’s fine, get in the car. Let him talk. You never let me meet your friends”
Eddie visibly perked up whilst Dustin visibly died inside.
Eddie placed a hand over his heart, staggering back a step like he’d just been given divine permission to breathe.
“You hear that, Henderson?” he said, eyes shining with theatrical triumph. “Your sister wants to meet your friends. Specifically me. Mostly me.”
Dustin shoved his backpack into the car with a force that suggested he wished it were Eddie instead. “I hate this. I hate both of you. I’m telling Mom.”
“You do that,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’m sure she’ll be devastated to hear that someone finds her daughter interesting.”
Eddie snorted, then tried to disguise it as a suave laugh. It absolutely failed.
You shut Dustin’s door before he could protest again and turned back to Eddie, crossing your arms lightly over your chest. “So. Eddie Munson.”
He straightened like someone had just called his name at roll call. “That is me. In the flesh. In the leather.” He gestured vaguely at his jacket. “And the denim.”
You fought a smile. “Dustin talks about you a lot.”
Behind the rolled-up window, Dustin slapped both hands against the glass. “NO I DON’T.”
Eddie beamed. “Oh yeah? All good things, I hope.”
“Depends what you consider ‘good.’” You smirked. “Lots of yelling. Something about unfair campaigns. A dramatic monologue about you killing his character two weeks ago.”
Eddie gasped, affronted. “I didn’t kill his character. He threw himself into a pit trap after I explicitly told him not to.”
Dustin yelled through the closed window: “YOU SAID IT WASN’T A TRAP!”
“I lied! That’s storytelling!” Eddie shouted back, no longer looking at him, still looking at you.
You laughed, genuinely, bright and warm, and Eddie looked like he could live off that sound for a year. He rubbed his palms against his jeans, suddenly restless. “So, uh… since fate has clearly intervened tonight—thanks for the nat 1, Henderson—I was thinking… maybe… if you’re not too busy sometime, we could… I dunno.” He shrugged, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Hang out? Maybe grab something to eat? Talk without your brother trying to tackle me?”
You tilted your head, pretending to consider it even though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away.
“That depends,” you said. “Would Dustin survive the shock?”
From inside the car, Dustin pressed his face to the window, eyes wide with horror. “PLEASE DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM.”
Eddie placed a hand on the car roof, leaning in closer, hopeful and helpless in the same breath. “I’ll take my chances.”
You cut him off. “Maybe.”
Eddie blinked. “Maybe?”
You shrugged. “Maybe we can hang out,”
Eddie grinned, slow and stunned and triumphant. “I’ll take a ‘maybe.’ ‘Maybe’ sounds like a strong ‘yes’ waiting to happen.”
Eddie’s grin was still stretching across his face, wide and triumphant, when he moved toward your car. He hooked his fingers around the handle like he had done it a hundred times before, although the truth showed in the careful and almost reverent way he pulled the door open. Inside, Dustin snapped his head toward him, eyes narrowed into the kind of death stare usually saved for mortal enemies or, apparently, potential brothers-in-law.
“Don’t you dare,” Dustin warned, his voice high with panic and disbelief. Eddie leaned down just enough to meet the younger Henderson’s eyes directly. The two of them froze, locked in an entirely ridiculous yet absolutely serious battle of wills.
Dustin’s glare promised violence. Eddie’s stare promised trouble.
The tension held for a moment. Then Eddie’s expression shifted slowly, showing a smug smile before he lifted his hand in one deliberate motion and flipped Dustin off right in his face.
“You absolute—!” Dustin sputtered, smacking his palm against the window with enough force to rattle the whole door.
Eddie had already stopped paying attention. When he turned back to you, the mischief fell away instantly. His posture straightened, and he pushed the door open a little more with exaggerated gentleness, almost as if he needed you to know he did have manners, even if he used them selectively.
“There you go,” he said, his voice softer. “Wouldn’t want the designated Henderson chauffeur to deal with any complications.”
You could not help smiling. There was something undeniably endearing about how quickly he could shift from menace to sweet. “Thanks,” you said, sincere despite Dustin’s meltdown.
“Anytime,” Eddie replied. The word came out like a promise, and his grin grew smaller and warmer. He looked like he was trying very hard not to bounce on the balls of his feet.
Inside the car, Dustin made a dramatic noise that sounded half wounded animal and half outraged brother. “I cannot believe this. He flipped me off. In front of you.”
You shut his door before he could work himself up further and moved around the car to take your seat behind the wheel. Through the windshield, you caught Eddie backing away with that same stunned, proud smile on his face. He lifted a hand in a small wave. You returned it before starting the engine.
The moment the car rolled forward, Dustin erupted.
“Why are you smiling?” he demanded. He twisted in his seat with an expression that accused you of committing several crimes. “He insulted me. He flipped me off. He is trying to date you. How is any of this funny?”
You shrugged lightly as you merged onto the road, fingers tapping the steering wheel in a rhythm you did not think about. “I do not know, Dustybun. Maybe because he is sweet.”
Dustin made a strangled noise and slumped dramatically into his seatbelt. “Sweet? Sweet? Eddie Munson is not sweet. Eddie Munson is chaos in denim.”
“It could be worse,” you said with a tiny smirk.
Dustin threw his hands up in complete exasperation. “How? How could this possibly be worse?”
In the rearview mirror, you caught one last image of the parking lot. Eddie was still standing there, fists raised, bouncing on his heels like someone celebrating a long-awaited victory. He looked absolutely thrilled.
You had to admit, it was pretty sweet.
⟶ “𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 !”
𝘥𝘢𝘥!𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
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WORD COUNT : 1.3K
Summary : An exhausting day with your toddler get saved by your husband.
Warnings : FLUFF; angst; dad!joe; no mention of y/n; toddler is a girl; crying; let me know if i missed something, possible grammatical errors, proofread
Lillie talks : Thank you so much for this request ! 💕 Let’s ignore the fact that I’m terrible at summary’s.. Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything !
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You were standing in the middle of your living room, catching your breath after running after your two years old daughter that clearly didn’t wanted to go to bed. And running with a 7 months-pregnant belly wasn’t the best thing to do. For the past hour, you’d negotiated the bath to your toddler for forty minutes, washing her took the other twenty, and when you told her that is was time for bed, you only got the time to put on her a diaper before she started sprinting down the hallway, giggling hysterically.
“Sweetheart…” you sighed, one hand supporting your lower back, “Come here, baby.”
“No !” She giggled before disappearing into another room. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly.
This day has been tiring and it wasn’t done yet. It started with your child crying because her banana broke in half and fell on the floor. Then because you gave her the green cup instead of the pink one. She’d refused her nap because she was "not tired" and then cried because she was tired. She screamed into the fan because it was making her have a funny voice.
She wasn’t really the kind of child who does stupid things every time, who screams everyday, she was in fact the calmest toddler ever. But there was some day where she would completely loose her mind and forget all the rules. And with her moving around the entire day, you haven’t got the time to do all the choirs you had to do. The apartment looks a mess and you didn’t had any energy left to clean it up.
Joe had texted you an hour ago that he’ll be home soon, you really hoped that he would be home soon. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Your back ached, so were your hips, your feet were swollen and you had the cardio of an old lady. Chasing her around the house was an impossible thing to do.
Usually she would’ve already been into bed at this hour, probably already sleeping. Putting on her pajamas was the easiest thing to do for a big sleeper like her. But today wasn’t the day, she was still full of energy and sleeping wasn’t her priority anymore.
Tiny footsteps past you again, you quickly turned around, grabbing her by surprise. Finally having her in your arms. But surprisingly, she was strong and you, completely out of force. She fought between your arms and accidentally kicked your belly, making you loose your grip on her. Your arms instantly wrapped around yourself as you watched her disappear again with an other giggle.
“You didn’t catch me !” She laughed from the room next to you.
You grabbed the kitchen counter with one of your hand to steady yourself. Then your baby kicked in, probably a reaction from the sudden hit. You rubbed your belly softly and a short exhausted sound left your mouth as your eyes stung.
“No, no…” you told yourself, trying not to cry, “Don’t cry, it’s okay.” You took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before walking toward the room your daughter was in.
But as soon as she heard your footsteps coming down the hallway, she ran past you again with another burst of giggles. You looked after her helplessly.
“Honey.. please.” You felt tears threatening again.
You loved her more than anything, of course, and she wasn’t being bad she is just a baby still. But today had drained every ounce of patience you had. You pressed your lips together, trying so hard not to cry from overwhelming.
But then the front door unlocked, “Hey girls, I’m hom-” He started before stopping immediately when she ran in his legs, “Daddy !” she screamed while hiding behind his legs, still giggling.
But then his eyes found you. You were out of breath and about to cry, your hair were messy and your hand held your belly.
“I can’t..” you whispered, “She won’t let me dress her and I physically can’t do this anymore.” Your voice cracked on the last word. You quickly turned around and went to your room.
You sat on the edge of your bed as tears began falling down your cheeks. You could see Joe in the living room, he was kneeling in front of your daughter, holding her hands and rubbing them with his thumbs.
“Baby, you should listen to mommy.” He started quietly, “I know that you don’t want to go to bed right now, but mommy’s really tired today and it would be great if you listened to her.” She slowly nodded. “You promise you will go to bed ?”
“Yea…” She said quietly with a soft voice.
“Great.. Now go apologize to mommy.” He gently tapped her back.
Tiny footsteps erupted in your bedroom as she entered the room before stopping in front of you, “I’m sorry mama.” She said quietly before hurrying in your arms.
You wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on hers, “It’s okay, baby.” You said quietly between two small sobs.
When she pulled back, joe grabbed her arms, crouching next to her. “Now go to your room, i’m coming to sing you a song.” She nodded again before running to her room.
Joe finally glanced up at you and kneeled between your legs, both of his hands grabbing your hands. His thumb brushed your knuckles slowly.
“I look pathetic.” You said quietly with a small laugh.
“No you don’t, you’re just tired.” You grinned softly. “What do you think if I run you a bath ?”
You nodded, “Yeah that would be great.” your smile widened.
Joe smiled softly, before standing up and reaching for your face. Then he gently wiped your tears away and gave you a kiss in the forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He said quietly, giving you another kiss and disappearing in the hallway.
Like promised, Joe put your baby to sleep, sang her a song and read a small story. Then he ran you a hot bath. A few minutes later he came back into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He found you exactly where he left you, but you weren’t crying anymore.
He didn’t say anything, he just sat beside you before taking your feet into his lap and starting to gently massage them. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as your head fell back.
“You need some rest.” Joe said quietly.
“Yeah. I know.” You opened your eyes and glanced toward him. He was looking at you like he always did, even after 6 years of relationship.
Tired tears fell down your cheeks again, you sniffed.
He gently set your feet back on the ground, before standing up, “Now come on, your bath’s ready.” He helped you stand up and guided you to the bathroom.
After taking off your clothes, you settled into the hot water before asking Joe to come with you. You made some space behind you for him to take. His arms instantly wrapped around you from behind and you leaned into his touch. The back of your head rested on his shoulder, your eyes closed while Joe massaged your back softly.
He gently kissed your temple, “You’re such an incredible mom.”
“But I cried because I couldn’t catch her.”
Joe shook his head, “You cried because you’d to take care of her for the entire day and you’re seven months pregnant.” He said quietly.
You began to cry again, quietly this time. You closed your eyes and leaned into Joe’s touch again.
“I’m gonna stay here tomorrow, so you can rest.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.”
You smiled through the quiet tears. For the first time all day, you allowed yourself to simply lean against your husband and enjoy the hot water relaxing your body. You listened to the peaceful silence that came afterwards, and nothing else existed in the world anymore.
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right where you belong - Steve Harrington imagine.
(Steve Harrington x F!Reader)
Summary: When you slip out of the bed in the middle of the night, Steve instantly panics.
Word count: 800+
A/N: I've written stuff before like a long time ago but this is my first fic on this account so please be nice 😊 Im not the best writer but the intent is to hopefully get better over time. 🤞
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Steve never used to be like this.
Before everything. Before the Upside Down, before the kids, before learning what it meant to almost lose people, sleep had come easy. He’d crash face-first into his pillow and be out in seconds.
But now?
He clung to you in his sleep like his life depended on it. Sometimes he felt like it did. He would do anything to protect you. And having you sleep beside him eased his nerves, as long as you were there, physically, besides him, he could rest.
Tonight has been good. You were there in his bed, curled into his side, your head tucked under his chin, your hand loosely gripping his shirt like you were scared he might drift away if you didn’t anchor him to yourself. Steve had easily fallen asleep to the steady rhythm of your breathing, the soft warmth of you pressed against him.
Request for Joe Keery smut🌶️
He writes a song about female! Reader but request that her moans be in the song.
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AN: I kinda felt like it would be cuter if it was a surprise to her rather then them having sex and he gets out his phone to record her. I hope it's still okay.
