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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Steve was looking around for his wallet to pay the pizza man but he couldn't find it. It was Eddie who found it wedged between the couch cushions.

"Thanks, Daddy," Steve said and went to pay the pizza man.

Eddie's eyes widened, and he whipped his head around to face Robin, whose eyes were just as wide.

"You heard that, right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, buddy, I did," Robin said. "He does that, though, calls people names that are similar to their own. He called me Bobin the other day. Although, I kind of like it. And Daddy is awfully close to Eddie."

"Oh," Eddie said softly.

"You sound disappointed. Did you want him to call you that?" Robin asked.

"What? No. I like girls," Eddie squeaked.

"Eddie, you know about me. You know I wouldn't care if you were also like me," Robin said softly.

"I like girls, Robin," Eddie said.

"Well, I'm just going to put this information out there, for anyone who's interested. . . You can like more than one gender," Robin said.

"Pardon?" Eddie asked.

Before Robin could even open her mouth, Steve came back into the room.

"You'll never believe who's delivering pizzas now," Steve said, only to find Robin and Eddie staring at him. "What?"

"My name is Eddie," he said.

"Thanks, I had no clue," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "Of course, I know your name is Eddie."

"You called me Daddy," Eddie said.

"No, I did not," Steve said and rolled his eyes. "This is just like when Robin thought I called her Bobin. Is it possible that you're just hearing what you want to hear?"

"You think I want to be called Bobin?" She asked.

"You did say you kind of liked it," Eddie pointed out.

"Okay, the pizzas are getting cold," Steve said and headed into the kitchen.

Eddie leaned forward as he stared blankly ahead. He pressed his hands together.

"Do I want him to call me Daddy?" Eddie asked, and then his eyes went wide. "Oh my God, Bobin, I think I want him to call me Daddy, and while he's in my lap, and he's. . . "

"Woah, you can stop there!" Robin exclaimed.

Eddie jumped up and started pacing. He was muttering under his breath as he did calculations in the air. Robin jumped in front of him and grabbed his shoulders.

"Eddie, this a good thing," she said softly.

"I know, it's just surprising, or maybe I'm surprised about the fact that I'm not really surprised at all," Eddie said. "Everyone's been calling me queer for years, I just - "

"Didn't want them to be right because they're a bunch of assholes," Robin said and grinned. "Well, that's understandable."

Eddie was about to open his mouth to say something else when Steve walked back into the room.

"Did I order pizza for nothing?" Steve asked and Eddie stared at him. "What?"

"Steve," Robin started to say before Eddie started crossing the room.

He didn't even go around the coffee table. He just walked directly over it.

"Eddie! What did I say about walking on the furn - Mmmm!" Steve was interrupted.

Eddie grabbed him, dipped him, and looked at him questioningly with his lips close to Steve’s. Steve nodded, and Eddie crashed his lips to his. Steve immediately gasped into his mouth before kissing him back and gripping his shoulders. Eddie quickly broke the kiss and brought Steve back up.

"Wooo! Yeah, definitely not straight!" Eddie exclaimed and slapped Steve’s ass. "You can call me whatever you want, big boy. Hell, you can even call me Big Daddy if you want to."

Eddie swaggered into the kitchen, leaving Steve dazed.

"I told you accidentally calling him daddy would work," Robin said and then winced. "I didn't know he wasn't awake yet. My bad. The hanky threw me off. Well, it all worked out. Steve? Jesus, where did that kiss send you? It couldn't have been that good."

"Leave me alone, Robin. I'm literally seeing through space and time right now," Steve said, closing his eyes.

"Hey! There's pizza in here! In case you forgot," Eddie called out.

Robin rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen.

"You Vecna'd him with that kiss, asshole!" Robin exclaimed.

"Hmm," Eddie said, his mouth full of pizza. "Maybe another kiss will wake the prince."

He skipped back into the living room.

"I'm eating all the fucking pizza!" Robin yelled.

"That's fine! I found something good to eat in here!" Eddie hollered back.

"Swallow that pizza before you kiss me, Eddie!" She heard Steve exclaim. "I'm not a baby bird!"

Meanwhile, Robin was smiling as they squabbled until it fell into silence. She was glad they both finally figured things out. Her clueless boys. She wouldn't trade them for the world. Hmm, maybe for the recipe for this pizza. Holy shit, they've never been this good before.

"Hey, who'd you say was delivering the pizzas?" Robin asked.

"Not only did they deliver the pizzas, but they also made them!" Steve hollered back.

"Name, Dingus!"

"Argyle!" Steve yelled. "I asked him to stay, but he had other deliveries to make. He said he needed to spread the love."

"Aw. I love that guy," Robin muttered.

As she chewed down on the pizza, she decided that she definitely needed to add a new best friend to her collective. Yeah, Argyle was definitely her new best friend.

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munsonsgirl71 · 2 years

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Would you do a fluffy first date with Joseph Quinn? Maybe with a split reader and joe POV?

Perfect First Date - Joseph Quinn x Reader

A/N: I have no clue what happened with this... I've been working on it for DAYS and this idea just came out of nowhere. No clue if this is what you're looking for but it's fluffy with a bit of humor. Thank you for requesting!

“Awesome first date, huh?” You smiled weakly as you rolled your head towards the relative stranger sitting next to the hospital bed you were laying in. His brown eyes were sparkling under the fluorescents as he sat back in his chair, legs spread wide with his hands resting on his stomach. “You don’t have to stay. Seriously. You can go. It’s okay.”

“Absolutely not.” He chuckled as he shook his head slowly. “I’m not leaving you here to get home by yourself, love. I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Joe, it’s nearly midnight.” You rolled your eyes at his insistence to stay at your bedside but he just continued to shake his head. “Fine! You can stay.”

“I was going to regardless.” He shrugged as his lips spread into that smile that made your knees weak and your head feel dizzy. “How’s your pain?”

“Down to a five I think.” You flashed him your own smile as you held up your swollen wrist and looked at him through your splayed fingers. “You think it’s broken?”

“If you can move it, I don’t think so.” He mused as he sat up and leaned towards you, taking your bruising arm into his big, warm hands. “You’re gonna have a wicked bruise though.”

“Will it be wizard?” You giggled and his eyebrows shot up as the corners of his lips tipped down into a fake frown. “Sorry, sorry. I had to.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes but let his fingers brush up and down your arm as he scooted to the end of his chair. “It will be wizard though. The most metal.”

“Ever?” You squealed quietly as your whole face lit up with your smile and he scrunched up his nose as he nodded.

“Ever.”

“Alright. Scans are back.” The doctor came in with a piece of paper in hands and you both looked towards him as he broke through your moment. Joe’s hands didn't leave your arm and you weren’t pulling away either. “There’s a tiny fracture at the base of your Ulna but it should heal on its own. I’m sending you home with some pain meds and some anti-inflammatories for the swelling. Try not to move it too much in the next few days, a week or so. Keep it elevated and ice it when needed. And you’ll need to set up an appointment with your primary care doctor in about two weeks just to check on things. Any questions for me?”

“No, sir.” You shook your head as he handed you a piece of paper and you took it with your good hand. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” His smile was professional as he typed a few things into his iPad and then looked up at you with amusement in his eyes. “Watch out for those curbs, okay? Don’t wanna see you back in here.”

“You got it.” You giggled as he turned on his heels and left the room without another word. You sighed with relief as you rolled your head back towards Joe and his quirked left eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m literally sitting right here and he was flirting with you!” There was laughter in his voice but his eyes narrowed as he looked towards the door. “Asshole.”

“Joe!” You giggled as you swatted at him with the paper in your head and he turned back to you with fake offense written all over his face. “You’re the one who told him we were just friends.”

“Well I can’t really call you more now can I? We haven't even finished our first date yet.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you dropped your eyes to your lap and pulled your hand away from him to join the other on your thighs. “I really fucked this up, didnt I?”

“Not at all.” He reassured as he laid both of his hands over yours and gave a light squeeze. “I’m having a lovely time. Best first date ever.”

“You’re so full of it.” You rolled your eyes just as a petite blonde nurse bustled into the room rambling about your discharge paperwork and aftercare instructions as she unhooked you from all the machines. She was talking at you while her eyes kept flickering to Joe and you felt that uneasy feeling squeeze your heart as you watched her flirt. You couldn't blame her. You’d been doing the same thing all night long. But he was there with you and she could really learn to be more professional.

An hour later after a stop off at the pharmacy you were leaning against the stone wall of your building as Joe fumbled with your keys in the lock. The pain meds they’d given you at the hospital had fully kicked in and you were a stumbling, drunk mess.

“Joey! You gotta turn it over.” You giggled as you reached for his hand but it fell short and you giggled harder. “Flat on the bottom.”

“I tried that, honey.” His eyes were focused on what his hands were doing and the tip of his pink tongue was poked out between his plump lips. “You’re sure this is the key?”

“Yes!” You nodded as you drug out the s a little too long. “Gold square.”

“You said triangle!” He shot you a betrayed look as he held up the key in his hand and you giggled again.

“I did not, silly boy!” You shook your head wildly as you grabbed your key ring from him and shuffled through the metal until you found what you were looking for. You held it up in front of his face triumphantly as he narrowed his eyes at you, “Square. Flat side down.”

He snatched the key from you and pushed it into the lock, another giggle escaping you as the deadbolt slid open and he rolled his eyes as he pushed the door open. You gave him a beaming smile as you sauntered into the foyer of your house and kicked off your shoes. He flicked on the light by the door and you hummed quietly as you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your head, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“Wh-what are you doing?” There was a bit of hesitation in his voice as you walked down the hall and started working on the button of your jeans. “Keep your pants on!”

“You keep your pants on.” You mumbled over your shoulder as you took a hard left into your bedroom. “These clothes are suffocating! I need my jammies.”

He stood in the foyer of your apartment as he listened to the sounds of you opening and closing drawers and shuffling out and into new clothes. You emerged ten minutes later to find him standing in the exact same spot with his coat still on and you giggled.

“What’s funny?”

“You’re so awkward. Take your jacket off and come inside.” You were still laughing as you crossed the hallway and pushed open the double doors to your living room. “Jesus, Joe. Relax.”

“I’m sorry.” He chuckled, more to himself than to you, as he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up on the rack next to your door. “I just thought I wouldn’t be seeing the inside of your place until the third date.”

“Our first date isn't even over and you’re already thinking about the third one?” You called back to him as you flipped on the tv and flopped backwards onto the couch just as he came into view. “That’s a little presumptuous of you, Mr. Quinn. What if I don’t want a third date?”

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing I’m seeing it now.” He deadpanned as he joined you on the sofa, legs kicked up on your coffee table like he’d been there a million times as his arm went to rest on the back of the couch behind you. “Movie?”

“Nah.” You shook your head as you clicked through the menu on the TV and pulled up Netflix. “I have a better idea.”

“Don’t you even think…” He was cut off as you clicked on the show you’d been looking for and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he threw it back against the cushions. “Don’t do this to me, love. Please.”

“Oh come on, Joey!” You looked over at him with your bottom lip poked out in a pout. “I'm in pain and he makes me feel better.”

“Eddie makes you feel better?” He pulled his head up and looked down at you with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s the whole point of a comfort character.” You looked at him with a blank stare and he rolled his eyes again.

“Fine… just… fine.”

“I'm just messing with you!” You giggled and his eyes widened as his nostrils flared out. “I just wanted to see your reaction. I would not make you sit here and watch Stranger Things with me. That’s fucking weird. And besides… who needs Eddie when I’ve got you?”

“You’re a charmer, aren’t you?” He was smirking at you as you leaned your head onto his shoulder and threw your arm over his waist, shoving the remote into his free hand.

“Find us something to watch, please.” You murmured as you cuddled into his side with a content sigh. “Is it okay if I cuddle?”

“Shouldn’t you have asked before you got comfy?” You don't have to look up to know he’s smiling, you can hear it, and the way his arm slid around your shoulders from the back of the couch told you he didn’t mind in the slightest. He flipped through a couple of movies before he settled on one you’d never heard of and tossed the remote to the coffee table.

“Can I ask you a question?” You whisper as the title credits start rolling and you pick your head up to look at him. He nods as his eyes slide from the screen to your face and you get lost in his brown irises for far too long, the clearing of his throat breaking you out of your trance. “Why’d you ask me out?”

“What?”

“That day in the coffee shop when I spilled my iced coffee all over your pants… Why did you ask me out?” You pushed against his stomach to set up a little more and a soft grunt huffed through his lips as you turned to face him. “I was a mess and I literally called you Joe before you even said anything so you obviously knew I recognized you. I’ve been trying to figure it out all week and I just… I’m coming up empty.”

“You’re right, I did know that you knew who I was but it didn't matter to me.” He shrugged as he turned to face you. “Yeah you called me Joe but you just… treated me like a normal person? I don’t know how to describe it. You got all flustered and cute and your cheeks were pink but it’s because you spilled coffee, not because of me. And honestly, I saw this beautiful girl with an amazing smile and I knew I would regret it if I didn’t at least attempt to get to know you.”

“Do you regret asking me? After the absolute shit show this night has been?”

“Darling, I would push you off a million curbs if it meant I got to have more nights like this.” He laughed wholeheartedly and his body shook with the force. “Especially with you. Stop beating yourself up. We had a lovely dinner, a great chat and now we’re snuggled up on your couch watching a film. This has honestly been the best first date I have ever had.”

“And you’re not just saying that right?” You pulled up an eyebrow as you narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious of his honesty cause honestly… How could this have been the best first date? He literally watched you step off a curb, try to catch yourself on your arm and then cry in pain when you felt something snap. He had rushed you to the nearest ED only to spend hours in the cold waiting room. It was a chaotic mess and it was your life. Shit like that happened to you all the time.

“I am not just saying that.” He reassured you as his hand came up and cupped your cheek. “I mean every word. I have had the best time and I am looking forward to a million more dates with you.”

“A million more?” Your eyes went wide as you nuzzled your cheek into his hand. “That’s a lot, Joe.”

“We’ve got time, love.” And before you could even blink his plush pink lips were on yours and your entire body just melted into him. It was soft and warm, slow and sweet.

The perfect first kiss.

And as his lips moved with yours you silently hoped for a million more.

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