#dad dio

[bansept]

The child of God (AU)

I've only just started watching Jojo (part 3 episode 6 rn) and while I absolutely do not condone Dio's behavior, because this man is a Villain, I have a very big soft spot for the idea of him being a good father. Spoilers, I guess!

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The child didn't have his eyes, or his hair.

He didn't have this desire for revenge, or this craving for violence his father cultured over the years.

Haruno was a small, innocent, quiet child. Most of his time was occupied by sleeping, but then, as a human offspring, it was the most normal thing to do.

Dio's return was meant to remain a secret, to prevent any of the Joestar to hunt him down so soon. As long as he kept his livestock, and therefore the number of his victims small, his enemies would not suspect him to be back.

That was the plan : to hide in a deserted part of Italy, to retrieve his powers and strength back, and claim this world once again.

But he saw the child's mother, a pathetic woman that was clearly not clever enough to live the rest of her life grateful enough for having survived him.

She allowed this ballsucker, good-for-nothing pest of a man to hit her child.

The child of God.

He killed them all that night. The woman, the man, and any other fellow of theirs.

Haruno, apparently Giorno now, was crying silently in the small bedroom he occupied, hugging his knees tight to muffle his voice the best he could. Dio towered over him, blood dripping from his claws, scanning his face.

"How old are you?"

The child didn't appear afraid of him, the deep voice of the adult not phasing him for a second.

"Four, sir."

Dio could see all of this was a facade. He knew the act all too well. Long ago, he was the scared little boy hiding from his paternal figure, learning to speak clearly, and with few words. The reminiscence pulled a grimace on his face, and he crouched in front of the child.

"I can take you away from this place. Do you accept?"

His plan didn't change. He, Dio, was going to rule over the world, and wipe the Joestar family from existence. And now, he would take the child, his child under his wing. He would not allow the blood of his blood to cower in fear and submission.

Giorno stared into his eyes, trying to find the same malice he always saw in his mother's eyes. All he saw was freedom, strength. And care.

"Yes, sir."

Dio smiled, reaching for his son's armpits and raising him up before pulling him closer. The boy carefully joined his little hands together on his front, not daring to show affection for this almighty stranger. Dio walked out of the bedroom, strolling past the bodies in the small living room, not hiding them from Giorno.

The boy didn't react.

"I met your mother four years ago. I had to leave, at the time. But now, my son, I will not leave again." The tall man spoke out, the hand that wasn't supporting Giorno pointing at the woman's body. "What would you have me do with your mother's body?"

She was unworthy of any ceremony, of any kindness, but it was his son that should judge her. God had already punished her.

"I just want to go, sir." Giorno looked away from the ground to stare at Dio's cape, eyes starting to wet.

"Very well."

The house was set on fire as the both of them left, Giorno holding onto his father's clothing.

The child did not have his eyes, or his hair, but undoubtedly, he was his son.

He was the child of Dio.

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Part 2

#jojo's bizzare adventure #dio brando #dio #giorno giovanna #mudad #dad dio

[nikathesiren]

The end of Golden Wind, but Giorno has two dads 🤭

I had this idea in my mind since I finished Golden Wind, and I finally had the time to take it out. I love how Giorno has inherited the most remarkable bits of personality from each one... although Dio is not a good influence at all 😅

Since English is not my first language, for this one, I had help with the dialogues. Many thanks to @Jose_MFA_, they're a great translator :)

More of this Jonathan/Dio/Giorno AU! - More Jojo comics! - More of my art!

#jjba #jjba fanart #jojo comic #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #alternate universe #au #headcanon #proud dads #jonathan joestar #dio brando #giorno giovanna #giorno has two dads #funny #nikart

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

So sad they left that important scene out of the anime

#fail dad george joestar #“I don't have a favourite” george joestar #jjba #phantom blood #george joestar #dio brando #jonathan joestar #comic edit #jojo meme #lolo edit #shitty but at least it's new and not repost #work is hard lately

[flowercrowngods]

The click of the Zippo opening and closing is almost hypnotic, lulling Steve into that familiar satisfaction of just the right noise at just the right frequency as he watches Robin’s wrist flicking the lighter open and closed, her arms stretched above her like she’s trying to touch the ceiling. Steve’s hands are gently swaying next to hers, in the nonexistent breeze of his bedroom.

It’s one of their weird private moments; where they get to have everything being just right that would get them questioning and judgemental glances from everyone else. The tingling sensation in their arms as the blood flows down and away from their hands, leaving them heavy and floaty in a way that never fails to ground them. But there’s also a safety to this moment, a security that they just get to have this without judgment.

Just the flick of the lighter and not a word spoken for over half an hour now.

Sometimes Robin laments, How am I supposed to ever find a girlfriend when this is my version of quality time? This is just weird. I’m weird.

Maybe, but it’s fun, Steve had said once, staring at the veins in his hands while a large water bottle was balancing on his forehead.

She had sighed and snatched the water bottle from his face to plant it on hers, admitting, It is fun.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s like…” Robin interrupts their silence, the Zippo never faltering, Steve’s eyes still fixed on it like all the answers to the questions of the universe lie somewhere in the peeling black foil.

“Hm?”

“Like, a point?”

“A point?” Steve asks, still following the lighter with his eyes, even as Robin stops flicking it open and closed and starts playing with the spark wheel and stone. There’s no flame yet, though, and it looks like she’s just stroking it almost reverently.

“Yeah, like a reason that we’re still, like, doing things.”

Steve frowns, lowering one of his arms to feel the blood flowing back into his hand, the sensation warm and familiar. Like a reminder. There’s blood in your body. You’re alive.

Is there a point, though?

“No,” he says eventually.

“No?”

“No. I don’t think there’s one. We just are. Not like we can stop.”

“Well, we could,” she says, and in one second there’s nothing, just words hanging in the air. The next, there’s a flame coming from the lighter as Robin presses hard and fast enough on the spark wheel. It stays there, the little flame.

We could.

Steve says nothing, just watches the flame as the blood gets drained from his right arm once more.

“Sometimes I wanna burn down your house. And your car, too. I watch you die in there sometimes.”

“Huh?”

“Your car. Sometimes it’s just; there’s these thoughts. Or, like, scenarios, and they’re super duper real in my head, and I have to remind myself they’re not. Just makes me wanna drench it all in gasoline and just… boom.”

“Boom,” Steve says, and it’s not the reaction that he should be giving, not the reaction of a sane person — but then, sane people don’t play with their lighters in bed or listen to their best friend’s arsonist tendencies. Sane people don’t see what Steve Harrington see, they don’t do what he does. What he had to do. When what he should have done was fail some tests, drink some beers and kiss some girls.

Is there a point?

“I promise when I get a new car, I’m gonna burn this one with you, yeah?”

“Deal,” Robin says, and the little flame dies. The steady click is back, and Steve smiles a little.

“And the house.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The clicking stops, and before he knows it, Robin’s body is wrapped around his, her head resting on his chest.

“I think that makes for a good point, though,” she says eventually, and Steve perks up.

“Cuddles?”

“You.”

“Me? Isn’t that a little stupid? And scary? Like, choosing a person to be the point in general.”

She shrugs against him, reaching up to hold his hand and link their fingers in the air above them.

“Maybe, but I think most points are either stupid or scary. It’s why people talk about it so often without ever, like, really saying something. I think you can be my stupid, scary point, Steve Harrington.”

Swaying their linked hands gently above them, Steve smiles. “Then I think that makes you my stupid, scary point, Robin Buckley.”

“Deal,” she says again, and there’s less of a threat about it this time.

#platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve & robin #JUST LET THEM BE WEIRD #weird like my brain letsgooo #idk just some autistic stobin u feel me #except i do all of this and i’m not autistic AT ALL what are you talking about i’m not even close to being neurodivergent no sir ask my dad #these are not words idk what they are #dio words #arsonist steve harrington #arsonist robin buckley #intrusive thoughts #<- sorry i forgot to tag for this if you need a proper cw just let me know

[diospore]

I WANT THIS TWINK OBLITERATED.

refs below break

#drew this shit today in malmal #mha #mha fanart #my hero academia #all for one #afo #also help i made him look like izuku a little #can't escape the dad allegations afo #dio's art tag

[sovereignjojoz]

How they’d react if their kid told them they have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush.

Featuring: Rohan and Dio.

Warnings: readers position is ambiguous, fluff, crack.

Notes- Dio should’ve had a daughter too idc!!!! All kids are age 4. I had originally written others too but they got DELETED when I put it in my tumblr drafts, so I’ll rewrite them later.

Dio

“Hello father. Hi daddy!”

Dio glanced up from his book upon hearing Giorno and Baby Brando walking into the room. Giorno entered his peripheral vision first as baby Brando held his hand, skipping alongside him.

He closed his book and leaned back in his plush throne, “hello children,” He skimmed the room quickly, “where are your other brothers?”

Giorno shrugged in response to his latter question, “don’t know, I only walk home with her,” he gestured to baby Brando, “since she’s the youngest.”

He hummed.

“And school?”

“It was fine.” Giorno sighed, adjusting baby Brando’s school uniform collar as she smiled up at her coolest big brother, “oh and I’m going to Mista’s house in five minutes.”

Dio raised an eyebrow, “To do what? Why wasn’t I notified prior.”

Giorno clicked his tongue, his father was so nosey. “Just because. It’s not a big deal I go there every week anyway.” Giorno walked to the door, “anyway I’m leaving now, bye.”

Dio scoffed, pre-teens were so sassy, he wished all his kids could just stay at the age where they were cute and docile.

Baby Brando jumped on the couch, shoes still on, and opened the window, hanging out so she could see Giorno.

“Bye Giogio! Love you!”

Baby Brando’s eyes widened as dio lifted her up and placed her on his shoulder.

He held her securely by placing his hand on her back, “Don’t do that.”

Baby Brando smiled toothily at him, “Okay daddy!”

Dio brought her forward, hanging her upside down by her legs, “why are you so happy today stinks?” He eyed her suspicions.

Baby Brando giggled from the weird motion, squirming, causing a heart shaped chocolate to fall out of her school dress pocket.

“Because someone gave me a chocolate today in school!”

Dio’s face contorted into disgusted. What vile vermin was giving confession candy to his daughter? As if he (or her brothers for that matter) would ever allow them near her.

Dio put her down, causing her to look up at him adoringly. “Who?”

“Umm! I dunno his name! Think it started with a j but he said he really really really really loves me and I was like huh really!” She slapped her hands on her cheeks, re-enacting the scene for her father, making sure to capture the full dramatic effect of what happened.

His frown deepened, “Really?”

“Uh huh!”

Dio bent down to his daughter’s eye-level, partially smirking “shall I eat him?” He said with a guise of seriousness.

Baby Brando couldn’t believe he just said that! She covered her mouth with her hands and gasped, “daddy no! That’s bad!”

Dio snickered and lightly pulled on her blonde pigtails, “then no boyfriends.”

“Okay…”

Rohan

“Daddy Daddy!” Baby Rohan kicked her school shoes off and ran into the mangaka’s study.

His eyes flickered to the green haired girl, “Hm.”

“Look!” She came to stand in-between his legs and proudly held up a colourful piece of paper, a little bit too close to his face. “That’s me, and that’s you and that’s the cat and that’s mama!”

Rohan put his pen down and examined the drawing slightly closer, in actuality it was all scribbles yet even so he’d be framing it in his study.

“Wow, very good.” He pulled her to sit on his lap so he could resume his work, “when did you make this.”

“Today, at Josuke’s house…” she blushed.

Rohan clicked his tongue, yes, he had to send his sweet girl to that imbecile’s house yet it wasn’t of his own will, he had an important deadline coming up and his partner was at work, to say he was very reluctant to let Josuke babysit would be an underst- wait. Rohan closed his eyes, he had to have been seeing incorrectly because there’s no way he saw what he thinks he just saw.

Did baby Rohan just blush at Josuke’s name?

“Did you have fun at…Josuke’s.” He tested.

“Yes!” Baby Rohan nodded vigorously, “he’s so cool and fun!” She added, her flush deepening.

No way. Rohan’s mouth hung agape in disbelief as he pulled Baby Rohan closer to him. What did he do!

“Um daddy are you okay?” Baby Rohan asked concerned, poking his cheek.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He was so done with Josuke, when he next see him he ought to-

Ding dong.

Still irritated, Rohan dragged himself to the door, who could have even been at the door this time, it was almost 9pm!

“Hey Rohan I-”

Slam!

“Jojo!” Baby Rohan gasped, “Daddy open the door don’t be mean!”

Rohan opened the door the tiniest milli-fraction, “what.” He glared at the young jojo.

“Hi jojo!”

“Hi!” He reached to pinch the young girls cheek however Rohan was faster. He put up a finger warning him.

“Don’t.” He grit his teeth, “you know what Josuke. Take five steps back and maintain this distance.

Josuke looked befuddled but did as told anyway, “umm okay?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “anyway I left my wallet here the other day can I just-”

“Don’t take a single step in here.” He couldn’t come in and contaminate the house.

“I can get it!” Baby Rohan beamed.

“No.”

Rohan brashly grabbed the wallet and chucked it towards him. “Next time be more aware.”

“Thanks-!”

Slam!

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #rohan x reader #dio x reader #dio x you #Rohan x you #sovereignjojoz #jjba fluff #I made myself chuckle with this one #dio’s probably a good dad but like also a mean tease if ygm #and Rohan is Rohan and we love him for it

[prettyboyskeletor]

Lmao

🦇🐞

#mudad #giorno giovanna #dio brando #dio #lmao cat dad dio #cat giorno #cat dio #bro idk #a random thought #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos cat adventure #jojos cat ass adventure #dio being the dad that he is tbh

[theophagie]

I didn't watch stone ocean's anime when it came out because of the batches release so since jjba has rolled back around in my brain I was like ykw let me see what they did with the scenes between Pucci and Dio my good friend Dio. And now I'm out here losing my mind because girl. Girl. The music. THE CARESS???? Get out of here!!!!!!

And. Rip to the video (tfw tumblr limitations) but god. God. The scene on the bed...... look at diz............

#they had gay sex on all levels except physical #giorno has two bio fathers And a stepfather on his dad's side actually. and they gave him a weird green sibling together #and i don't even remember anything about their green baby is the thing because. 10ish years + shitty memory disease #all i remember is reading about and seeing that thang like WOAAAAGGG #+ for some reason i've always struggled with following along to araki's artstyle so it's harder for things to stick..... #it's why i never managed to finished pt8 in the end 😵‍💫 i really have to watch the anime pucci was my n2 jojo villain alongside kira <3 #mytext #animanga #char tag #dio brando #diopucci #jjba #stone ocean

[bansept]

The Child of God

Part 7

It has come to my attention that this story is pretty appreciated, so, I really want to thank everyone <3

Some are worried Dio might not be very good to his boy, I hope this answers your question haha

Dio was sitting on an uncomfortable stone bench, outside of the villa, in the yet-to-be-cleaned garden, with its growing weeds, grass, and pestering little creatures coming out of their holes in the dirt. The moon was high in the dark-blue sky, outlining with a stark contrast each shape, each infinitely small detail only the vampire could see, the wind softly rustling through the blonde locks of hair cascading down Dio's neck.

The plan was slowly setting into action. His followers grew more and more numerous, out of faith and devotion for him for the most, but a few remained awfully greedy and were already planning to overthrow him in a few years' time, as many people used to the mafia would do. Of course, his goal was far more important than that of the crime business in Italy, and he would learn from his too recent failings in Egypt. The world could have been his, with unsurprising ease, had he kept a clearer head, and more followers. He exhaled, eyes staring back up into the night sky. It was a great shame that more than half his followers either died in combat or simply got too scared to either fight the Joestars or return to his side. It was evident in his eyes that such foolish cowardice would have to be aborted as soon as the earlier signs would appear.

His current close servants showed only devotion as of now: only the ones worthy were allowed in his presence, and in his son's presence, and all of them knew that. From the simple cook to the one or two spirited advisors, passing to the delicate women he kept for his own pleasure, all saw him as a reincarnation of God, and obeyed, believed, and worshipped him as such.

This Buccerrati was the only exception. He was two strings away from death, and Dio only awaited the tiniest mistake to hang the man with his own bowels.

Patters of tiny naked feet pulled him out of his reverie, and Dio felt a smirk grow on his face. Ah, his little one was awake.

"Father?"

Giorno walked up to his father with his hands fiddling with the hem of his long-sleeved pajama shirt, his mouth open and his eyes bagged. Evidently, he couldn't quite sleep, although he was well past his bedtime.

"Come here, Giorno." Dio opened his side by raising his arm up, the child snuggling close with a sigh of contentment. "Why are you up?" He questioned, his eyes focusing on the small frame of his son, observing how easily Giorno could disappear out of view when his arm covered the boy.

"I can't sleep..." Giorno answered with a little voice, his whine clear from any sobs.

"Hm." His father answered, turning his head away to look at the garden with great disinterest.

Giorno didn't explain further for a few minutes, his fingers calming down, the fiddling stopping after realizing he was alright, comforted. Instead of hugging his father's side, he laid his head against his huge thigh in an effort to mimic a pillow. A quite too hard pillow, Dio would assume, for his fragile son. He passed his fingers through the boy's now completely blonde hair, untangling the growing length of each of his locks, and Giorno hummed.

"... I saw mom in my dream." He whispered, the sound suffocated in the fabric of Dio's black pants, knowing perfectly the man would still hear him. "She was smiling at me. But... It was fake. It was an evil smile. The same she'd give me before she'd ask the man to look after me while she left." The child gulped, one hand clutching the nearest fabric he could find. "I don't want to see mom. Never again."

Dio listened, carefully, his hand still combing the hair, and felt a burst of hatred for this wretched couple once again. They were dealt with. Burnt to the ground after a slow, torturous death inflicted by Dio himself. He could still smell their blood oozing out of their bodies with grotesque choking sounds, their limbs detaching from their torsos with a pleasant crack. They were dead.

But they would never be gone. He knew that for a over century now.

"It won't go away, son. Ever." Dio spoke truthfully. "But the pain will stop soon. As you grow older and stronger, you realize people who hurt you once are far weaker than you are now. You must feed on this reality, feed on how insignificant their existence is compared to yours."

"...But... I don't want to remember them. I don't want to think about bad things. Only good things. Like how I'm with you now." Giorno protested, turning his head to meet his father's eyes.

"You can't only have good things in life, Giorno. You shouldn't wish for good things only. That's the way of the weak." Dio stated, his voice warm, but hard enough to impact the soft look in Giorno's eyes.

His son was young. So young. So unfairly treated, so unfairly prepared to meet the world. Dio smiled faintly, his hand resting now on the boy's shoulder. With his fall in Egypt, the Joestars, namely that Japanese punk and Jonathan's grandchild, would not look for him. They would succumb to their own lies about their enemy's death, how they supposedly turned him into ashes before going back home to their families, living shamefully peaceful lives. Dio would never admit defeat, but he now had all the time in the world to build a real empire worthy of himself. In that, he could allow his son to grow at his own pace. At least for his childhood.

"How are things going with your tutor? Do you like him, or perhaps you would like me to replace him?"

Giorno sat up straight, eyes wide with a toothy grin.

"No! He's nice" He chuckled, the bright green of his eyes shining with malice and honesty. "He helps me with some reading, and we play sometimes. Oh, and he teaches me more Italian!"

"Hm, so no replacement yet." The seated man sighed heavily, rolling his eyes jokingly. "But if he does you any wrong, tell me. I will take care of him like the monster he believes I am."

Giorno laughed again, a sound oh so sweet and ringing in the intimate atmosphere like the chime of bells.

"I don't think you're a monster, father."

That... Was not something he thought he could hear from anyone. Surprise painted his features, his dark eyebrows raising in shock as his mouth opened with a silent gasp. Oh, Dio knew how people looked at him, how they shivered with fear, disgust, envy, or lust, how monstrous he was for stealing his adoptive brother's body, for killing men, women, children, and animals without batting an eyelid, how terrible and inhuman his actions and thoughts were to the pleb. His peace was made with that knowledge for years. He knew he was born to a great fate, and for his destiny to be realized, he would do anything. But, Giorno... Innocent little thing, pure little boy.

He wasn't a monster in his eyes.

"Really?" Dio asked, once again caressing the blonde tuff of hair on his son's head.

"Mhm!" Giorno smiled, little dimples on his cheeks before he buried his face in the thigh once again.

The man swallowed faintly, a sense of peace, of achievement like any other overwhelming him like no other before.

"Well, that's kind of bothersome, isn't it?" He wondered out loud, pulling the child closer. "What a strange child you are."

"You're strange too." Giorno countered good-naturedly. Dio chuckled, the vibrations making the boy's head shake.

"You are right."

Dio rubbed his back soothingly, wishing he could use The World and stop time forever. If only to bask in this moment with the precious, strange, brave boy that was his son.

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A shorter chapter for this one, because I wanted to write and yet didn't have lots of inspiration

This chapter is very largely inspired by this fanart, from an incredibly talented artist that you can find on Twitter! Go check out their work!

This art

Part 6 // Part 8

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio #dio brando #giorno giovanna #dad dio #mudad

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Eddie: If Dustin got disowned, would he change his name from Henderson to Hendernotson?

Steve:

Steve: If he got disowned, I'm his new mom now

#dustin just sitting across from them petting ozzy and dio the dogs #you know im right here he says #and they just look at him #we're your future parents they say in unison #but mom's fine dustin says #did you just speak back to your mother? #no eddie- sir- maam? dustin tries #he gives up #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin and his dads #dustin and steve #dustin + steddie #steddie + dustin #dustin henderson

[nikathesiren]

Giorno is doing his homework... to be a worthy mafia boss 😈

I got this idea from lasmuertesdediavolo on Tiktok <3 It can be considered as a sequel of my other jojo comic: the end of Golden Wind, but Giorno has two dads ♪(^∇^*)

More of this Jonathan/Dio/Giorno AU! - More Jojo comics! - More of my art!

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba fanart #jojo comic #jojo part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #alternate universe #au #headcanon #jonathan joestar #dio brando #giorno giovanna #giorno mafia boss #giorno has two dads #funny #nikart

[diospore]

Sketch under break because I want to brag

YEAH HALF MS PAINT HALF KINDA SHITTY SKETCH I STARTED THIS TO PUT OFF THAT OTHER DRAWING AND THEN IT TOOK ME A MONTH AGHAGJGLJFGHLDJFS

#AJFKGJSGHSJGHLSAJFH THIS TOOK ME A FUCKING MONTHHHHHH #ZOOM IN ON IZUKU'S FACE OR ELSE. anyways #izuku midoriya #bnha deku #mha deku #all for one #afo #afo mha #all for one mha #my hero academia #bnha #dad for one #all for one is a shitty dad lmao #izuku: “papa i am being bullied.'' all for one: ”kill them.'' #tw blood #tw bruises #dio's art tag

[avi17]

Steve Harrington's father's name is Richard. It was his great-grandfather's name and he's very strict about it- whether at work or among family and friends, he's Richard. Not Rich, not Rick, not any other nickname. Richard.

He absolutely does not go by Richie Rich, or Dick (or Tricky Dick on at least one occasion), or any of the other increasingly insulting names Eddie starts using for him the moment Steve tells him that he hates nicknames. It makes Steve laugh a little when he's venting and frustrated at his dad- and if a couple of them accidentally come out on the unfortunate occasion that Mr. Harrington and Eddie finally meet face to face, then it's totally an accident.

#steddie #Steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #eddie's dad's name is ronnie and he's never gone by ronald in his life #but if you ask eddie he'll say that ronnie james dio is the only ronnie in his life #and Wayne is the only dad

[mawofmeraxes]

Sneaking Out

request: No no okay but gender neutral!reader and eddie having a kid and them trying to sneak out to go to a party, and eddie catching them and being a big goof! Just some dad!eddie fluff 🥰

summary: On a normal weekday night, you and Eddie get ready to relax and unwind while you think your kids are in their rooms sleeping. But Eddie has an odd feeling about what the kids are up to, one that he knows is entirely right.

characters: dad!eddie munson x GN!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: parenting, children attempting to sneak out, dad!Eddie, parent!reader, mention of underage drinking, mention of drugs drug use, allusion to sex, eddie being a little shit

masterlist

It was a simple Thursday night, not unlike many others. Dinner had been prepared and eaten, and the kids were fully fed and ready for a good night’s rest. All that had to be done now was the dishes. After that, you and Eddie could head to bed to relax and spend some time together before the whole cycle repeated itself.

Your twins, Ronnie and Joan, sat in the living room, talking to each and watching TV before they would soon head to bed. They both had school early the next morning, and after that they would be free to relax and do whatever they pleased with their friends over the weekend. Maybe they would even choose to spend it with you and Eddie.

Doubtful, teenagers will be teenagers.

You liked to think that you and Eddie were pretty lax parents, since the two of you were pretty rambunctious yourselves during your high school years. You understood exactly what it meant to be 17 and ready to take on the world, and you wanted your kids to have the best experience they could with their loving parents supporting them and ready to help them at any turn. Both of you trusted them, more than a lot of other parents that you have come to know. You knew they would want to experiment with things like drugs and sex at their age, and the best you could do was let them know what drugs to avoid the most and how to be safe when they did, at some point, choose to have sex.

Overall, you and Eddie loved being parents and thought you were doing a pretty good job at it. And the most important thing was that you loved Ronnie and Joan and the perfect family that you had created more than anything in the world. 

Eddie stood in front of the sink, washing dishes and placing them into your open hands so you could try and put them away. Everytime he would hand you a dish his eyes would connect with yours and he’d send you a smile that would send you back to 1985, him with his warm boyish smile, his hellfire shirt and hair that rivaled Metallica. 

You dried the current plate in your hand. “I love you,” you said the next time he caught your eyes, and you watched as that smile grew larger and his warm doe eyes shined with love and adoration.

His hip bumped against yours. “I love you too, sweetheart.” And your heart warmed as your smile widened too.

“We’re gonna go to bed!” Came the voice of Ronnie, an almost exact replica of Eddie. You both turned to see Ronnie and Joan by the staircase waving goodnight to you with simple smiles and tired eyes.

You beamed at them. "Goodnight, my loves. We'll see you in the morning." They smiled back as their dad repeated almost the same words as you did.

You watched as they both walked up the stairs before turning back to the dishes that were finally almost done. Nothing sounded more relaxing right now then laying in your bed with Eddie, cuddled up to him while your favorite show played and he played with your hair.

Luckily, neither of you had work in the morning, so you could either stay up as late as you wanted tonight, or go to bed early and therefore wake up early and do something fun with your day tomorrow. Something that was rare and cherished between you two nowadays.

You turned your head to face Eddie as he watched the kids walk the rest of the way up the stairs before he made a face and turned back to face you.

He seemed to be contemplating something, as he had a weird look on his face once he turned away from the kids.

"What is it?" You decided to ask. He brought his wrist up to his face to look at the watch that rest upon it.

Once he clearly saw what time it was he brought his wrist back down then smiled at you before saying that it was nothing.

The both of you continued to finish up the remaining dishes and tidy up the kitchen so it would be ready for breakfast in the morning. It didn't take too long, and before long both you and Eddie were retiring upstairs where you would prepare to relax for the rest of the night.

Once you were in the upstairs hallway, Eddie tapped your arm for a second before whispering into your ear. "I'm gonna go check on the kids for a second, I think they're up to something." You looked at him with a questioning glance before slowly nodding your head.

He shot you a quick smile before walking down the hallway where he proceeded to stop in front of Joan's door and knock lightly, probably so he wouldn't wake her if she had already managed to fall asleep in the short span of time. You watched him open the door to her room and say hi to her before you turned and walked into your shared bedroom so you could begin your nightly routine.

As you were washing your face minutes later Eddie walked in to your bathroom and proceeded to lean against the counter so he could look directly into your face.

"So, today is Thursday, right?"

You shot a puzzled look his way, "Yeah, it is..."

He nodded his head enthusiastically before continuing on. "Isn't there a TV show that the kids are always watching on Thursday nights?" You started to piece together exactly what he's trying to say to you.

"Yeah," You nod and grab a towel to pat your wet face dry. "It starts at nine, so we let them stay up to watch it because it's their favorite." You look him in the eyes before grabbing his watch covered wrist and bringing it up to your face so you can view the current time.

9:18.

You quickly look back up to his face where he has his eyebrows raised in a 'you seein' what I'm seein'' look.

You furrow your eyebrows before walking out of the ensuite and into the bedroom as Eddie trails behind you. You grab the TV remote that lies on your side table and turn the TV on, flicking through the channels to find the exact one you're looking for.

Once you find it, there on the screen lies the newest episode of your children's favorite show, obviously playing at its normal time, with your kids definitely not watching it as they don't have TV's in their bedrooms.

You turn to look at Eddie, "This is very... uncharacteristic of them, Eds."

He throws his hands up in agreement, "That's what I'm saying!" He steps closer to you, grabbing ahold of your shoulders and pulling you close to him so he can put his face directly in front of yours. "I think our lovely little shits of children are trying to sneak out tonight. Joan had a robe on when I walked in, and her makeup bag was sitting near her windowsill instead of the bathroom where she usually keeps it."

You give him a little glare for calling your children little shits before softening it and pursing your lips. "Since when has Joan ever worn a robe? I didn't even know that she owned one." Your eyes flicker around the room as you think for a second. "Do you think that she's wearing some sort of party outfit under it or something?" He nods one too many times and then backs away from you as he goes to walk our of your room.

"I'm gonna go wait by their car," the one that you both had gifted them to share once they passed their driving test, "if they're trying to sneak out we'll catch them in the act, right darling?" He walked back towards you to grab your waist and lay a sweet kiss on your lips before backing up and turning around so he could walk out of the room. "You should wait by the front door so you can see."

You nod your head and go to grab one of your robes so that you can cover up your sleeping clothes. Of course, this is when you notice that one of your robes that usually sits with the other one is missing, and now it makes sense where she got the robe from. You're honestly not surprised that Eddie didn't notice that the robe was yours though, you barely wear it as much as this one.

When you slowly and quietly head down the stairs you see Eddie finishing putting his shoes on as quiet as possible before he slides out the front door and goes to lean back on the hood of the kid's car, looking menacing with his tattooed arms and scowl on his face.

You lean against the open front door as you both wait for a few minutes before you see Eddie's shoulders slump. Only after a few moments do you notice the two kid's walking to the car, somehow not noticing the figure of their dad resting on it. It's only when Ronnie looks up and lets out a high pitched shriek do they both see their dad there, waiting for them.

Ronnie is wearing ripped jeans with a chain hanging from them, clearly inspired by pictures he had seen of his dad in the 80's, with a band shirt and leather jacket. Joan is wearing a pretty green dress that you remember helping her pick out a few weeks ago, and you honestly feel a little proud of her for the beautiful choice in her outfit for tonight.

You watch as the twins share a panicked look before attempting to stand as casually as possible, something that you fondly remember Eddie doing often when you were younger.

"H-hey dad!" Joan manages to stutter out with a wide, scared smile on her face. Eddie lightens up on the scowl that he wore before and instead makes a "really" face at the two of them.

"Alright!" He smacks his hands against the hood of the car before abruptly standing up and walking over to the kids where he then wraps his arms around the two of them. "Where we all heading to?"

The kids start stuttering over each other, trying to mutter apologizes and excuses to their dad as he just looks at them with his eyebrows raised and shit eating grin on his face.

Once the two kids stop stumbling over each other, Ronnie looks at Eddie before mustering up the courage to tell him the truth of the twos attempt at sneaking out. "We just wanted to head to this party that Tori was hosting for her birthday today." By the time he's finished speaking he's looking down at his feet with an embarrassed expression on his face while Joan kicks her feet while holding her jacket that matches the one that Ronnie is wearing.

Eddie stares at the two of them for a little longer before sighing, looking at them both with a soft smile on his face. "I remember when me and your mother were your age." Both of them perk up and glance at Eddie as he continues talking, "Me and her absolutely loved crashing all of Harrington's parties. I'd bring the weed and he'd have the booze all ready to go the second we got there." He now walks animatedly between the twins as they look at him with little smiles on their faces.

You fondly smile as the memories start to flood your mind. Ones of you and Eddie smoking while dancing in Steve's living room as music raged on in the background, taking shots with all of your friends and party nights with Eddie leading to drunken make outs and more.

It's been years since you've done anything like that, but honestly, those years spent having a good time with the ones that meant the most to you is something that you would never forget. And god, do you want your kids to be able to have those same experiences that you and Eddie got to have. You want them to make lasting memories while having fun and experiencing these things before they were too busy to.

Only important thing was that they remained safe while doing it.

"Those were some of the most fun years of my life, let me tell ya." At this point Eddie has a wide grin on his face as he talks to them. He turns to face you before looking back at the kids. They both follow his gaze and finally notice you for the first time.

You smile at them when they look at you with shocked faces. "Let me go talk to your mother for a second." He mutters before striding towards you and meeting you at the front door.

You share a smile with him and put your hands on his arms, "We had some good times back in the day," You say, eyes meeting his while you smirk up at him. He laughs, his eyes crinkling while he looks at you with loving eyes. "I want them to have some good memories too Eds." He nods at your words.

"Let's let them go to this party then sweetheart. Tell them to be home by midnight, and..." He gives you a placating look when you go to interrupt and you quickly close your mouth, "We'll let them know how to stay safe and what to avoid. And I'll be sure they know not to drive if they're not sober."

You smile wide and press your lips against his. When you pull away, you smile up at him again, "Just make sure they know that they are going to school tomorrow, no matter what."

He nods his head and smiles at you before turning to go walk back to the kids to let them know.

You quickly shout to them, "Have fun and stay safe my loves!" And watch as their faces light up with excitement before heading back inside and upstairs to your room, where'd you would relax and wait until they got safely home.

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