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bad idea, right? | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? // aka your ex joseph conveniently texts you to come over just as you're missing him, and who can say no to those eyes? pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader tags: SMUT (minors dni), thigh riding, teasing, confessions of love, bareback (USE A CONDOM IRL PLEASE!!!), no ejaculation (it's ok, you'll see, just read it) author’s note: i am BACK with a new joe fic, i have been thinking about him NONSTOP ever since miss olivia dropped this song, and it's taken me forever to write this but here we are :) enjoy! follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified whenever i post new fics!

This was such a bad idea. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. It was the worst idea, one of the worst things you have maybe ever done. That bar wasn’t set too high, but the point remained. It was stupid and bad, and you just shouldn’t be doing it. And yet, here you are.

You had been out drinking with your friends, ironically trying to get over Joseph. He was a good man— good enough, at least— and had been a relatively good boyfriend to you, but he was different than everyone else and was itching for more than you were, a family and a life and shit, and you had just wanted to have fun with him, so you had broken it off with him. The breakup had initially happened a few months ago, but your friends had never been able to drag you out of your flat and to a bar until then. There was nothing to mourn, you tried to tell them. We just wanted different things and split amicably, there’s no bad blood there that I need to drink to get over.

Around 11 o’clock or so, your phone buzzed on the bar top, and you glanced down to see a text from a number that your phone didn’t recognize, but you knew all too well. I’m lonely, it said. Would you like to come over?

Your friends were absorbed in their conversation, so you put down your vodka soda and typed out a reply. Joe, you know that’s a bad idea.

I moved. Do you need my new address?

You sighed. Yeah, I do.

There was something about Joseph that you couldn’t place, but it made him irresistible. He was magnetic, he was charismatic, he was attractive and funny and kind, he was everything, but he just wasn’t what you wanted or needed for your relationship. He wanted kids; you didn’t. That was it. He was so irresistible, though, that there was no question about the fact that you would wreck your plans to see him.

“Hey, I gotta go,” you told your friends, and they all booed and awed and asked what was going on.

“Wait,” one of your friends started. “Are you going to see Joe?”

You scoffed, in a way that you hoped conveyed how crazy you thought that was. “No,” you said. “My social battery just ran out all of the sudden. Long day at work, and I’ve got another long one tomorrow and… You know how it is.”

“Alright,” your friend said with a pout. “Be safe, alright? Let us know when you get home.”

You agreed and, with a few hugs and kisses, you went on your way. Joseph had texted you his new address and you plugged it into your Uber app, and, the whole ride there, your leg was jiggling and you were nervous. It was just Joe, it wasn’t like you were going to meet some random guy you met online (although Joe had started out as some random Hinge match). You had dated him for two years, you knew him, so why were you nervous?

He was grinning at you when you reached his place on the second floor, an easy sort of smile that you remembered loving. “Hi,” he said softly, reaching out for you, and you took his hands, smiling back at him.

“Hey,” you said. “So, this is your new place, right?”

“Yeah,” Joseph said with a shrug. “It’s not much, but it’s alright.”

You stepped inside and set down your bag next to the door, along with your jacket and shoes, and you examined the front room. The new flat was definitely smaller than the one you had shared together, the kitchen all smushed up next to the den, with the smallest hallway leading down to the bathroom and bedroom, and you settled on the couch easily. “I like it,” you said, your eyes going to his bookcase next to his television. A biography of Caracalla sat open, and you shook your head. “It’s cute. Very you.”

“Thank you, love,” Joseph said. He sat down beside you and put his arm along the back of the couch behind you, and you inched a little closer to him.

“Isn’t it a little… Silly?” you started, and you began to chew on your lip.

“What is?” Joseph asked.

“This dumb little dance we have to do,” you said. “Like we both don’t know why I’m here. We have to pretend, like, ‘Oh, I like your apartment’, ‘Oh, how have you been’, y’know?”

“Well, we don’t have to pretend,” Joseph said. “We can just… Get started.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “But I don’t wanna, like, just come over and fuck and leave.”

“So…” Joseph started. “You want genuine small talk?”

You shrugged. “I guess,” you said. “How have you been?”

“Honestly,” Joseph started. “Pretty bad. I’m so used to coming home and having you here, I find myself so lonely and bored and… I don’t know. It’s been a few months, I thought I’d get over… Whatever this is.”

“That’s alright,” you said. “I’ve been missing you a lot too. I miss our old apartment… The bathtub was so nice and big.”

“Yeah,” Joseph chuckled. “You remember when we took a bubble bath together and lit candles? That was nice.”

“Yeah,” you agreed wistfully. It went quiet then, both of you trying to avoid the obvious, and you finally sighed. “This is a bad idea, right?”

“Probably,” Joseph said. You looked over at him to find him already looking at you with those damned chocolate puppy eyes, and you tilted your head a bit, your eyes lingering on his lips. That’s something that you missed about him; he was a damn good kisser.

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you said quickly, and you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His arm around your shoulders dragged you close to him, and he kissed you back, letting his lips mold against yours. You moaned softly, taking in the familiar taste of him, and you shuffled to sit across his lap. His hands went to their usual spots in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing and kneading your ass as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you raked your fingers through his hair. You don’t remember him doing his hair across his forehead like this the last time you saw him, but maybe he did, but it really didn’t matter. He was hot as fuck, and he wanted you.

“Fuck,” Joseph whispered as he broke the kiss. His focus went to your smooth neck, kissing and lightly sucking and making you moan again, and his hands drifted out of your back pockets and went to the front of your pants, popping the button open with ease. “Pretty girl…” he mumbled, and you giggled as he started to edge your pants down. The angle was awkward, definitely, and you shuffled to stand up and take down your pants. Joseph dipped down on the couch a little to pull off his sweatpants (grey, soft, the kind you once told him make his dick look good), and he discarded them to the side as you straddled one of his big thighs. This was always one of his favorite things, having you ride his thigh, and he looked gleeful when he realized that that’s what you were doing. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, and you smiled, flexing your hips down and starting to drag yourself along his hard thigh.

“I remember you liked this,” you told him, and Joseph’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, letting his head fall back as you started up a rhythm, letting yourself glide along his leg. He mumbled and cursed, his big hands falling to your hips, but he didn’t control you; he was just holding you, feeling you, loving on you.

“I do,” he mumbled. “God… Yes, sweet girl, just like that.”

You whimpered as your clit brushed your stretched panties, and Joseph looked up, a sly smile on his lips. You loved when he watched you, and you made sure to move your body smoothly— all the better of a show for him. “Yeah,” he mumbled, biting his plush bottom lip. “That feel good?”

You hummed out a positive sound, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through his jumper. “God, Joey,” you sighed, and you lilted your head to watch him as his eyelashes fluttered and he sighed with you. "Missed you."

"I missed this too," Joseph said. "Take off your panties, I wanna feel you."

You couldn't help but oblige him, and you lifted yourself from his leg and stripped off your modest underwear (you weren't exactly thinking ahead when you got dressed to go out, and you certainly weren't expecting Joe to text you). The feel of his warm skin on your pussy made your stomach swim with butterflies, and you put your hands on the back of his neck, just at where the curls ended. God, those curls. You pulled him into a kiss and moaned into his mouth, and you tugged on his curls to make him whine.

"Don't tease me, baby," he told you in a low voice, and you smiled and continued on your path, absolutely set on teasing him now. Your hips slowed, and you nestled your mouth right in the crook of his neck, setting soft kisses on his skin. "Oh, fuck, you're an evil woman, did you know that?"

"Yeah, well," you shrugged noncommittally, and Joe grabbed you around your waist and pulled you off of him. Roughly— rougher than usual?— he pushed you down onto the couch, and he settled himself on top of you, his thick thighs caging you in. You watched greedily as he righted himself and stripped off his jumper, exposing the little soft hairs on his chest; now, without the baggy jumper, you could fully see his hardening cock, rising to lay against his tummy.

"Like what you see?" Joe chuckled lightly, and you realized just how hard you had been staring at him.

"How could I not?" you asked. You reached out for his cock, taking his length in your hand, and you stroked him easily, base to tip, squeezing when you got closer to his balls— just the way he liked. He hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as his eyes grew three times their size, and you smiled.

"Thought you'd've forgotten about that," Joe laughed breathlessly, and he edged back on the couch, aligning his hips with yours. Apparently, it seemed as if speed was the name of the game tonight, and it almost hurt your heart to think that he just wanted to hook up with you. You knew that coming to his place wouldn't end with a reconfession of love and for him begging for you to stay, but it stung to know that he was just trying to get you out as quickly as possible.

"I could never forget," you said, hoping that he could see through your words and see your teary eyes, hear your thick throat, feel your loss. You loved him, and the breakup hurt, but it was better being apart. But was it really?

"I wouldn't want you to," Joe told you, and he pursed his lips for a moment before he spit down onto your pussy. "You think I can ever forget you?"

You lined up the head of his cock with your hole, watching as he throbbed in your hand, and he sank his hips forward. The feel of the stretch had you gasping, and you moaned as he slid inside you, nestling perfectly. "Hey," Joe said firmly, and you looked up from the show to see him earnestly staring down at you, his eyes... Wet? Tearful? "You don't think I could ever forget you, do you?" he asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

"Not now, Joe," you mumbled.

"Yes, now," Joe insisted.

"You're inside me," you protested, and Joe gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly as he began to fuck you. The pleasure made your breath hitch, and Joe buried his face in your neck, kissing the slender column of your throat.

"We can talk and fuck at the same time," Joe said. "God knows we've done worse and fucked at the same time."

"But talk about this?" you asked. "Joey—"

"I can't sleep without you," he said softly. "Every time I wake up alone, my first thought is that you're using the toilet and that you'll be right back. I can hardly relax without your feet in your side... You really did take up the whole of the bed."

"Joe—" you started again, but he shook his head, his curls thwipping you in the face.

"And I can't eat," he continued. "I miss your cooking, and what's the point of eating anyway if you're not gonna steal bits of it off my plate?"

"Don't say that," you frowned. You were still acutely aware of his cock inside you, ebbing and flowing with the movement of your bodies, but, slowly, you came to realize exactly what this was. Maybe this was a reconfession of love. Maybe he would beg for you to stay. Maybe he was more than lonely tonight, and was just rushing the sex to get to the part where he asked you to come back to him. "That's not... Fair. I'm doing better without you."

"What a lie," Joe chuckled mirthlessly. "You're not wearing your favorite going-out dress, you're not even wearing mascara. You didn't want to leave the house tonight, but you did. Why?"

"My friends dragged me out," you said.

"Exactly," Joe said. "You'd rather stay home and rot in bed, because you're just as miserable without me as I am without you. Admit it, we were so good together, don't you want that again?"

"Joe," you started. "We broke up because you wanted kids, and I didn't. That's not something you can compromise on, that's not a conversation you can table for later. We broke up because we wanted different things, and that's okay."

"But I want you back," Joe said. "I need you back. Please, we can compromise on this. We can... Fuck, I don't know, we can get a cat. Or a puppy, or a lizard, or whatever the fuck it takes for you to come back to me."

Before you could say more, your phone buzzed in your purse on the floor just by your head, and you sighed as you reached for it, any distraction welcome. Your friend was texting you: Make it home ok?

Yeah, you answered quickly. Going to sleep. Talk tomorrow xx.

"Joe," you started. "I... I only see you as a friend now. I don't think I can return to what we had."

"That's the biggest lie you've ever said," Joe told you. "If I was just a friend, would you have come over tonight?"

"Yes!" you said. "Because I'm a good friend! You said you were lonely, and I wanted to come help—"

"Oh, God, there was an undertone, and you know that," Joe cringed. "Don't act like you didn't know exactly what this was."

"Fuck," you mumbled. "Joe, I— Can we wait until we're done fucking?"

Joe sighed and, setting his jaw, angled his hips back and pulled out. He went in search of his clothes quietly, and you did the same, and, as you were zipping up your trousers, you said, "I guess I just don't... Don't see how we can have what we had. Not now, not knowing that we want our futures to be so different."

"We don't have to have what we had," Joe said. "We can have something completely new. We can make something entirely different, entirely our own, whatever we want. Please?"

You looked up from your jeans to see him looking at you. He had shaved his facial hair down to nothing, and you frowned to look at it. "I hate the way you do your hair now," you mumbled. "And I wish you'd grow your mustache back out."

Joe shrugged. "Maybe I will," he said. "If you want me to."

"I do," you said. "And we can get a cat, but you have to do the nasty shit, cleaning up after it and everything. We can... We can get back together, if you... If you promise you'll never leave me again."

Joe stepped towards you and wrapped you in a tight embrace, and he kissed the top of your head. "Never again, love."

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blairrwaldorfs · 3 months

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Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?

Author's Note: I'm sure you all remember this unfinished fic. I'm back in this new blog. I'm setting my boundaries. Anons are off in this blog. I'm here to have a good time and that means no hate or drama from the fandom. I'm simply here to enjoy my writing and share it with everyone. Please read this for more info.

Disclaimer: Mention of violence, 18+

Wordcount: 3.7K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

You knew going home for New Years was a terrible idea because when did you come home, and it ended up being a good quality time with your parents?

Never.

All weekend, all you heard was your mum nagging about every detail of what was wrong with your life. You sat there on the dining table as she cooked dinner for the four of you. Your dad watching some sports on the television, and your younger brother sitting next to you, giving you a “just tuned her out” look. As if you haven’t done that all your life.

“Did you know my friend’s daughter lived with her boyfriend for two years in the same flat, and he stabbed her in her sleep?” Your mum gave you her wide eyes.

“Mum!” Your eyes widened, disbelief that she had told you that. “I don’t think it's appropriate to talk about this.”

“Well, I’m just saying!” Your mum shook her head, sliding the chicken in the oven. “If her own boyfriend had stabbed her, how sure are you that you’re safe with that flatmate of yours?”

You rolled your eyes, hearing your brother chuckle next to you.

“Wait, is she okay though?” Your brother interrupted.

“She’s fine. Good thing she was rushed to the hospital right away.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as your brother and your mum talked back and forth about the incident that happened. Meanwhile, your dad was just shutting the three of you out. Your brother was your mum’s favorite, especially now that he went through a divorce. She had babied him even more. She would say she felt sorry for him for going through such a shitty and rough divorce. Your dad, however, loved to nag your brother just like what your mum does to you every time. He would tell him how he shouldn't have married too early. That he only knew her for a year and decided that he was in love when he wasn’t in the first place.

“I’ve been with Joe for a year. He’s fine. He’s barely home anyway.” You argued back.

Your mum let out a loud scoff, wiping her hands on the kitchen towel as she started working on the mashed potatoes.

“You only kept that flat because you keep spending your money on unnecessary things!” Your mum has now found a new excuse for her complaining. “That's why you can’t afford your own flat. I mean look at Sara… She and Abby just bought a new place, and they got married.”

Oh no.

Here comes the marriage subject.

You knew she was slowly creeping that subject in this conversation. She always managed to find a way to bring it up, and you should have seen it coming already. You and Sara have been best friends since college, and she has grown pretty close with your family. She got engaged last year with Abby, whom she met at an art gallery three years ago, and they got married just a few months ago. Though, before all that, you and Sara were flatmates. She moved out a year ago after getting engaged and started living with Abby. You, on the other hand, had found—you thought— a perfect flatmate.

Joe.

Joseph Quinn from that famous Stranger Things show. He was looking for a flatmate—you didn’t know why since he could afford it himself— and you thought it was perfect since he was barely home, and you could have the flat all by yourself most of the time. He wasn't too much of a hassle most of the time, and he knew how to treat your own boundaries well. It was perfect.

Atleast to you.

“Hate to burst your bubble, mother, but a flat in London is very expensive these days. I haven't been spending my money on unnecessary things.”

“Maybe put that flatmate to use and get with him instead.” Your mum murmured under her breath, but you heard it loud and clear.

“MUM!”

Ohmygod.

This woman was going to drive you nuts for the rest of the weekend. Was she that desperate that she was literally suggesting for you to get together with Joe? The woman was mad.

“What?” Your mum gave you a look as if what she just said was not something so inappropriate. “You’re almost 30, and you don’t have a boyfriend nor have you brought anyone home at all.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back on your chair. You were 28 years old for fuck’s sake. She didn’t understand how hard it was to date someone out there these days. Besides, you liked your independence. You liked doing things on your own. You liked the way everything was in your life right now. You didn’t need to change that.

“You two have been flatmates for over a year, and you’re telling me you two haven’t had sex?”

Good lord.

You got up from your chair, shaking your head. You couldn’t take anymore of this conversation with her. She needed to go get checked out or something because the woman was insane. Mental for sure.

“Mum!” Your face was all scrunched up with the idea of you and Joe doing it. “I don’t like him like that! Also, just so you know, he has a girlfriend.”

“A girlfriend?” Your mum’s eyes widened. “And they don’t live together? That’s not going to last.”

“It’s his life, mum. Let him live the way he wants it to be.” You made your way towards the kitchen doorway. “Just like how you should let me live my own life.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Stop being so stiff and having an attitude with men all the time. That’s why no one asks you out.”

You sighed and paused in your tracks, turning to face your mum. You were ready for this conversation to be over.

“I’ll try.” You told her with a sarcastic hint in your voice before walking out of the kitchen, hearing your brother letting out a sigh.

You knew he was frustrated for you too because he felt the same when it came to your father. Both of you dealt the same shit like this from your parents your whole lives. It wasn’t a surprise that the both of you were quick to move out of the house the moment you both graduated from secondary school.

You flopped yourself on the sofa next to your dad, exhaling a sharp breath. The thought of you and Joe appeared in your mind, and you just couldn’t imagine it at all. You didn’t even know Joe well enough for you to like him like that. He was just your flatmate. A nice guy whenever he was around. That was all.

“Mum bothering you?” Your dad interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh, you know, like always. She’s getting more and more inappropriate these days.”

Your dad chuckled softly, taking a sip of his beer, his eyes were still laser focused on the game in front of him.

“So, do you have a boyfriend at all?”

You couldn’t help but let out a groan and threw your head back as soon as your dad mentioned that question. It was like you couldn’t get away from that subject at all in this house. You got up from the sofa and headed upstairs to your old room and stayed there until it was time for dinner. Your dad wasn’t as harsh as your mum when it came to conversations like these with you, but you were so sick of it. So sick of hearing the same question.

Why couldn’t anyone understand that you were fine being single? It wasn’t like you didn’t like being in a relationship. You were just bad at it, and you weren’t actively looking for one at the moment. You were too focused on your career, and why were they so adamant about you getting into a relationship when the both of them would fight all the time anyway? They couldn't even handle their own marriage well. Even now, they would argue in front of you or in front of their friends with no shame at all. It was stupid and ridiculous.

How did they expect you to be in a relationship and deal with all that shit?

It was all so terrifying.

You didn’t need that kind of shit in your life right now. You were perfectly fine being alone and just hanging out with your friends. You were fine meeting some man at the bar sometimes and maybe a little hookup but that was it. No strings attached after. Just a little bit of fun for a night.

Coming home to your flat after that chaotic and terrible weekend at your parents’ house, you were so glad to be back in your own place. All you thought about the whole ride home on the train was how your bed was already calling you. You were ready to cuddle up in your fuzzy blanket, have some dinner and maybe a glass of wine, while finishing an episode of the show you were currently watching.

Joe was in town for the next however many months. Who knows what his next schedule will be. You stopped keeping track of it since it would change all the time anyway. Though, you knew he was meeting his girlfriend, Ivy, tonight because he sent you a text when you were on the train that he left some dishes on the kitchen sink, but he would clean it up after his date with Ivy.

Entering the flat, the place was dark and quiet. The only sound that you could hear was the heater automatically turning on every twenty minutes or so. Reaching for the light switch, you slapped it with your hand to turn on all the lights and made your way down the hall, dropping your duffel bag on the floor of your bedroom. You grabbed all your dirty clothes from your bag and threw it on the laundry basket before walking inside the shower to freshen up. Letting the hot water touch your skin, you exhaled sharply, letting your shoulders and mind relax.

It was always like this.

You would find your whole body all tight and tense after visiting your parents’ house because of all the shit you have to deal with whenever you decide to come home. You didn’t even know why you would expect something else from them since it was always the same. You should have known. You couldn’t help but think about how you weren’t ever going back there again until Christmas because you couldn’t take anymore of hearing your parents’ nagging about the same thing all the time.

Finally, pushing those thoughts away and reminding yourself that you were far far away from them now, you went to go make yourself some dinner and poured yourself a glass of white wine and settled onto the sofa. You figured maybe Joe wasn’t going to come home until later or better yet, he might stay over at Ivy’s place if he had too much to drink and couldn’t get away from her.

You met Ivy a few times. She was tall and thin and an upcoming successful model. She was nice when you first met her but whenever she would come over after that, she would barely acknowledge you. It wasn’t like you really cared because it wasn’t any of your business. You did your own thing, and Joe did his. He never complained when, sometimes, you would bring a guy home, so why would you?

During one of the nights that you and Joe would hang in your living room because you both ended up being bored on a weekend, he had mentioned that he and Ivy have been together for six months. From the conversation that you two had, it seemed like Joe really liked her. You couldn’t blame him though. She was pretty, confident, and a model. Who wouldn’t like her?

So, after an hour of peace, you were sort of surprised when you heard his keys dangling on the other side of the front door as he unlocked it. It was only 9:30pm, and he usually doesn’t come home ‘til midnight or even at 2 am. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home at all. You heard the front door swung open and closed from down the hall as Joe’s heavy footsteps made the wooden floors creak. You drank your wine and looked over your shoulder to see him stumbling on his feet, walking towards you.

Was he drunk? This early?

Pausing the episode that you were watching, you got up from the sofa and walked over to where he was, helping him up on his feet. He was barely walking, and he was using the wall to lean onto it, so he wouldn’t fall flat on the floor.

“Are you okay?” You asked, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulder, helping him towards the sofa.

Joe let out a sarcastic laugh and scoffed at the same time to the question you just asked. He flopped himself on the sofa and took a deep breath. He looked distressed. He could barely carry his head as he threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. You wondered if something happened with Ivy. You wondered if they fought or if she said something to make him this upset.

“Ivy broke up with me.” Joe shook his head, his voice full of despair.

You raised your brows in surprise, sitting next to him. You weren’t good at comforting someone, so you didn’t really know what to do or say.

“Oh.” It was all you could manage. “I’m so sorry. Did she tell you why?”

It was a dumb question.

Of course, she would tell Joe why. Unless she was that cold hearted that she just told him it was over and left him like this. She wouldn’t do that, right? You just asked that stupid question because you didn’t know what else to say.

“She said because I wasn’t in town all the time, so she barely sees me and when I’m in town, I barely pay attention to her.” Joe fluttered his eyes open, straightened himself on the sofa and reached for your wine glass on the table, drinking the rest of it.

What Ivy said was such a lie though.

How could she say that Joe barely paid attention to her when all Joe ever did was visit her whenever he was in town. In fact, he doesn’t even come home sometimes because he would stay over at her place, so what else did she want from him?

“You know what makes it worse?” Joe scoffed again, shaking his head in disbelief. “She had to drag your name in the argument too.”

Your name?

What do you have to do with all of this? What do you have to do with their relationship?

“What did she say?” You asked.

Somehow, you sort of afraid of what Joe was going to answer.

“She’s jealous of you.” Joe replied. “Can you believe that? She’s jealous of you! She asked why I’m flatmates with you.”

That still didn’t make sense as to why she would be jealous of you. She knew you have been living in the same flat as Joe’s for a year now and all of a sudden, she was jealous?

“Why would she be jealous of me?”

Joe shrugged, looking around his surroundings like he was looking for something. “I don’t know. She said something about you being smarter, prettier and better than her.”

What was in the air lately? Had people gone mad or something? First, your mum was saying all kinds of nonsense shit and now, Joe just told you Ivy was jealous of you?

Jealous? Was she serious?

Ivy was literally a model. Every man would fall to their knees to have her, but she chose Joe over the rest of them. Not that Joe wasn’t attractive or anything. He was attractive, nice, and a good guy, but she could literally have anyone she wanted. Now, she was comparing herself to you? That was just ridiculous and honestly, sort of got you baffled over it. You weren’t even anything special at all for her to feel that way.

You couldn’t say all of that out loud though. Joe was already upset enough.

“I’m sorry.” You told him again, but Joe was too busy looking for something as his head snapped back and forth from side to side, his eyes scanning the room. “What are you looking for?”

“The rest of this.” Joe held up your empty wine glass. “Is it okay if you stay here and keep me company? Please?”

You nodded your head as you got up from the sofa to get the bottle of wine that you left in the kitchen and grabbed yourself another glass. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea to give Joe more alcohol but honestly, he probably needed it after tonight. Sitting back down next to him on the sofa, you poured the both of you some more wine, and you immediately took a sip of it, letting the liquid burn your throat and warm your stomach up.

“All her excuses were so stupid.” Joe drank his wine before continuing, “She knew how complicated my job could get, and I warned her about it, and she told me she could handle it. Now, she’s saying that she couldn’t?”

“I mean… if she knew about it, how come she’s acting like this was all new information she was just learning?” You turned to your side, fully facing Joe.

You brought your feet up and rested it underneath you to settle yourself on the sofa comfortably and continued to drink your wine. “You’re an actor. You are bound to travel to different countries, especially if it's a big part of your job.”

“Exactly! Thank you!” Joe threw his hand up in the air. “And bringing you in the conversation? Why would she be jealous of you? She had known all this time we’re just flatmates.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. She seemed okay when I first met her. Then, she barely acknowledged me ever since.”

Joe scoffed, finishing his glass of wine before pouring himself more. You might want to take that bottle of wine from him soon because he might get even more drunk as he continues to vent over Ivy.

“I feel like you’re the only one who understands. I know we barely talk because I’m barely even home most of the time, but thank you.”

Joe was genuine and sincere and even when he was all upset, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. That was the one thing that you noticed about Joe. His eyes never lie. You could always tell the difference if he was lying or if he was telling the truth. Though, he didn’t really need to thank you. You understood how important his career was because you felt the same when it came to yours. However, it didn’t mean that he stopped caring about Ivy. You could see how much he liked her.

“You communicated with her about everything that came with your career when she started dating you. Maybe you should try and communicate with her again about all of this? You know… to give her reassurance.”

“I tried.” Joe leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. “But she refused to believe me. She said she couldn’t handle it anymore.”

You pursed your lips and stared at your distressed flatmate for a moment, not really knowing what else to say or do. Joe picked the worst person to vent about his relationship problems because what did you even know about a relationship? Yeah, you have been in a couple of relationships, but you were terrible at it. That was why you never tried to be in one. It was better that way. But you couldn’t tell Joe that. It seemed like he really wanted to fix this and be with Ivy.

“I really liked her too.” Joe played with the empty glass in his hand. “I really thought we were going to last.”

“I’m really sorry.”

You scolded yourself for saying that for about a millionth time tonight. As if your sorrys were going to help his situation. You just didn’t know what else to say or do, and you hated it. Hated the fact that you couldn’t comfort someone without feeling all cringey and uncomfortable. Giving Joe some affection was going to make it worse too.

You blamed your own mother for being so cold your whole life. Affection and comforting someone didn’t run well in your family. Though, you knew you mostly were just blaming your mother because you were still frustrated over the chaotic weekend that you had to deal with.

What a start of a New Year for you and Joe, huh?

Joe continued on to rant about Ivy, but you could tell he was just angry and frustrated with her. You could see it in his eyes that he still felt something for her. Of course, that wasn’t going to go away easily. Eventually, he had fallen asleep on the sofa. So tired from all the venting and so drunk from all the alcohol he drank that he just crashed.

You got up from the sofa quietly and grabbed the throw blanket, covering him up, so he was comfortable and warm. There was no way you were able to carry him back in his room. He was just going to have to be comfortable on the sofa. For a second, you studied Joe that was peacefully sleeping in front of you and thought how you sort of felt bad for him. You couldn’t really put the pieces together as to why Ivy would act like that, especially how she felt about you. You barely saw Joe around lately, and you thought Ivy felt the same way about him with the way she would act around him whenever she would come over.

Laying on your bed that night, staring at your ceiling, you kept comparing yourself to Ivy. She was a model, you were just someone who worked at a biotech lab. She was much prettier and taller. You were short and not at all pretty—at least you thought so— compared to her. You were nowhere near famous or known by certain people when you walked down the street unlike Ivy and Joe.

Closing your eyes and letting the subject go, you just hoped that maybe Joe would at least feel a little better tomorrow.

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munsonssub · 2 years

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Well shit- Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

Prompt: you mistake joe for friend of a friend on a night out. Luckily it leads to a meet-cute

A/n: okay this is the first fic I have written in 7 years! Plus it’s my first ever reader insert so I apologize if it sucks but THERES LIKE NO JOE FICS SO I HAD TO WRITE MY OWN. Also I wrote this on my phone so idk how to edit italics to post if someone could help me. I also don’t know how to add a read more on mobile either so that’s fun. Help me pls

My husband proof read it so if there’s mistakes blame him.

Warnings: smoking, drinking, idk if there’s anything else.

Word count: 1,975. (Whoops)

A normal Saturday night. That’s what your friends promised you when they showed up at your flat three hours ago with two bottles of wine and a glint in their eyes. You should’ve known, should’ve picked up on the fact they showed up ready to go out. Maybe it was blind optimism, thinking they wouldn’t force you out of your cocoon of misery.

Listen, you know they want what’s best for you, with things at work piling up and your stupid now ex boyfriend always texting you, you know you need this. One night off, one night of freedom, one night to say fuck you and just party. But fuck man you just wanted to be back on your couch, watching shitty reality tv, probably snacking on too many sweets to be healthy. Instead you are sitting at a new bar that your friend swore up and down would be chill vibes.

Liar.

People were everywhere. You had lost half of the group when you got here, Already a bottle and a half of wine in.

So here you are, waiting to grab a couple shots while your friend Chloe stands beside you flirting with anyone who will give her a moment because the best drinks are free drinks. Which she isn’t wrong, but you’d just gotten out of a four year relationship, flirting is a foreign language now and you weren’t about to embarrass yourself like that.

When the bartender finally came over to you, you quickly ordered four shots, if you were here to have fun you were having fun, quickly sliding your cash to the bartender you nudged Chloe so she’d take her two shots while you took yours. Honestly you wouldn’t hate this so much if it was just you and her and the friends she showed up at your house with, but as you were getting in your cab to come to the bar she informed you that they were meeting up with other people there. It was quick when you met up barely getting glances of some of the people, as you struggled to light a cigarette. It was fine though as long as Chloe was with you, you knew you could make it through the night.

Finally letting the burning of the alcohol subside you grab Chloe’s hand to go to the dance floor, the next hour passes in a flash of bodies and drinks. Stumbling, very gracefully, you yelled to your other friend, Shelly, that you were going outside, needing a smoke and a break from the music. Pushing through the bodies you made your way to the door, mumbling apologies as you went.

Finally you could breathe once you were outside, mind numb and limps tired you started searching for your smoke pack, you know you put it in your pocket after the one you had when you arrived. Quietly mumbling to yourself you finally gripped it your back pocket. Pulling it out you let out a breath of relaxation only to groan when you flipped the top and realized it was empty.

“Mother fucker, I knew I was forgetting something. Stupid wine.” You sighed leaning against the wall.

Then you saw him. Standing a couple metres away, smoking a cigarette, you recognized the outfit, white button up with loose light wash jeans. You swear he was with your group, or at least a part of the half you met up with. So with the energy you could muster you pushed yourself off the wall, wrapping your arms around yourself and silently hyping yourself up.

Not fully paying attention to what he was taking about you wandered over. you patted his shoulder like a friend who hasn’t seen him in a while would. Smiling as he cut his sentence short, turning to look at you, smoke half way up to his mouth, big brown eyes staring at you as you smiled back.

“Hello good sir,” You mock bow, slightly stumbling towards the wall.

Fuck I swear I’m smoother than this. You thought to yourself.

You look back up at him and smile again as he subtly checks you out, probably wondering why a random drunk girl had wandered up to him.

“So funny thing. Chloe and Shelly made me come out tonight because work is fucked and max non stop texting me is fucked so they decided that I needed to come out and have a good time but my smart self forgot to get smokes before,” you flash him the empty pack with a pout. “And I was wondering because you know them apparently if I could steal a smoke off you.” You ramble, barely noticing his empty hand coming to steady you at your waist as you looked back up at him.

He had a smirk and for a second you wondered if he was apart of the group because you swear you would’ve remembered him, with his beautiful eyes, curly hair, and slight facial hair. Must’ve been one of the guys at the back.

“Uh yeah yeah, sure love, here yah go.” He handed you the lit half smoked cigarette for you to take a drag off of.

Jumping with excitement to finally have a sweet hit of nicotine you grabbed it from his fingers, your warm skin slightly rubbing against his cold fingers. You mock bowed again then took a long drag before blowing it up between the three of you.

“Fuck I’m so rude, I’m Y/N, Chloe didn’t introduce us. Not surprised that girl knows everyone.” You slurred, sticking your hand out for him and his friend to shake.

A moment of realization hit him and his friend, looking at each other as you took another drag before offering it back to him.

You thought they were someone else.

“Nice to meet you love, I’m Jamie and this is Joseph,” his friend gestured to himself then to the man at your side.

Joseph.

You quickly looked over his friend as Joseph grabbed the smoke from your hands. Longish blonde hair, sharp features, beautiful blue eyes. Damn you gotta give Chloe more credit, she sure knows how to get pretty people to be her friends.

“How’s your night been going?” Joseph asks you, turning more towards you as you lean on the wall, his hand slowly leaving your waist. Quickly grabbing his cigarette pack and offering you a full one as you fish for your lighter in your other pocket. Thanking him you took it and quickly lit it up, taking a full pull before exhaling.

“You’re a fucking lifesaver,” you flick the smoke. “It’s going, my feet hurt, and I have done enough shots to probably kill a small horse, but hey, at least I still remember my name. But you Joseph I’m curious about, how’s your night?”

“Could say the same, though I’m nowhere near as drunk as I want to be, this sap here,” he pointed to Jamie, you followed his hand looking at the sole ring on his finger before looking at Jamie. “Wanted to call his girlfriend to check in on her.”

“Oh that’s so cute, fuck I wish my boyfriend did that. All he did was cheat on me during night outs,” You rambled, not noticing how the two men slightly winced at the harshness of your voice, taking a puff and continuing. “Anyways, that’s why I’m out tonight because fuck that guy, you guys wanna do a shot with me?” You spoke quickly before losing your confidence.

“I would, but speaking of my girlfriend she’s almost here to get me but you can steal this man for the night I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Jamie winks at you. You giggle slightly, turning more towards Joseph and putting your hand on his chest.

“What do ya say josi? Wanna do a shot? Join me on my level?” You flirt, well you hope you’re flirting, if Chloe knows these guys you know they are used to good flirting.

Joseph laughs to himself, rubbing his thumb on his lip before dropping his cigarette and squishing it out.

“Finish that up and I’m all yours.” He winked at you while pointing at your now half a cigarette.

“Hell yeah, hope you are ready to party.” You drunkenly finish the smoke as Joseph says goodbye to Jamie.

Waving at Jamie as he walks down the street to meet his girlfriend, Joseph pushes himself off the wall to stand in front of you. You giggle slightly before dropping your cigarette and stamping out as he did before. Wiggling your eyebrows you stand to your full height, still a few inches shorter than him.

“You ready for the night of your life?”

“Do you worst darling.” He sticks his hand out for you to start leading him inside.

Another hour passes, filled with Joseph catching up with shots as you tried to keep your buzz at the same level. You had filled the time with talking and getting to know him, he told you about his week that was full of work, never really telling you what he did for work though. You told him about you too, about your job that honestly at this you point you just wanted to quit just so you didn’t have to see your bosses face anymore. Giggling and smiling at each other as you slowly inched closer around the table you were sitting at as you talked. Honestly you were a little peeved Chloe kept this man hidden for so long with how well you were getting along.

Suddenly you felt a weight on your back and the smell of Chloe’s sweet perfume.

“Y/N! There you are. Shelly said you went for a smoke and then you never came back! I thought you died!” She slurred into your ear, hanging off you.

“I’m good clo, met one of your friends outside.” You gestured to Joseph, who looked a little panicked as he sipped on the water bottle he grabbed for the both of you.

Chloe looked over at him, sizing him up for second before turning to you.

“Y/N babe, I don’t know who this is,” Chloe giggled. “though you do have the same style as our friend Scott.” She directed at him.

Joseph paled as you shook your head stopping for a second.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck OH FUCK

That’s why he looked familiar, Chloe’s friend Scott, Scott who wore almost the exact same outfit. Scott who you had only met once. Your eyes widened before you full on started laughing.

“Oh my god. I am so stupid,” you got up and leaned over Joseph, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hand came to sit at where they crossed. Leaning down you kissed the side of his head. “You are such a sweetheart, letting me have a cigarette when you don’t even know me.”

“Oh thank god I thought you were going to be mad, I’m sorry love. Didn’t know how to tell you I didn’t know your friend here when you told me about her dragging you out.” He breathlessly said into your ear and you leaned on him. You looked a Chloe and gave her a quick look of ‘get out of here ma’am’ before leaning back up and patting Joseph’s shoulder.

“Well charmer, we can either pretend this didn’t happen, or we can go back out for a smoke and see where the night takes us.” You say to him as he turns in his chair.

“How about this. We go for a smoke,” he hands you his pack as he stands. “And, I take you out on a date next week to apologize for not telling you I don’t know you.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal josi.”

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lucybronzey · 2 years

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you deserve better - joseph quinn

author’s note: had a request from a lovely user here who wanted to read about single mother and joseph quinn being a stepfather. also, bear in mind that i might have got very personal and way too open with the intro storyline (no, i don’t have a child) so no judgement. feedback is always welcomed! also, I haven’t done proof-reading so be patient with that one because my dyslexia is the worst lol

pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader

rating: i would say 18+ so no minors!

warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of birth, miscarriage, shagging, cheating and depression, lowercase letters

summary: you had a child from your last relationship but you had to leave your ex behind due to his cheating with another lass and him being a control freak. some months later, you meet up with joseph quinn through mutual friends.

it was a nightmare relationship with your ex-boyfriend mark. during that relationship, you both were having multiple fights until you realised why these were happening so often. first, the reason was because you had to fly to your home country to visit your parents and he lied to your face about his location. you knew that he was not at home while you were waiting to board the plane but he was shagging around with another lass in a hotel. the arguments and stress from the lies also led you to have a miscarriage but this is something you had never told anyone about. but when you came back to the uk, you and your ex had a pity shag which was an unprotected one. after that you knew you had to push yourself away from that toxic man. but this did not stop him verbally manipulating you. you wanted to keep the pregnancy from him because he did not deserve to know it even though he had seeded his warm liquid in you. but something broke in you and you had to tell his fucking idiotic ass that he was the father of the child you were carrying.

the labour part of giving birth to your child was long and tiring. at the end of the day, you had given birth to a healthy baby girl, morgan katariina (y/l/n), who brought the smile on you for ages. you were mentally killing yourself with the thought of having a child with a cheating ex-boyfriend because you could not tell your child that her father is a daft bellend and fucked around with another lass. it had to end there. you didn’t even allow him to enter the labour theatre as you could not face his presence and it would make all other pain and situation more painful and unbearable as giving birth and pushing out an actual human being was already too much for your body.

the first three months were mentally and physically just fucking awful and exhausting. your ex’s constant text messages were becoming very fucking annoying and made you madly anxious because he wanted to see his child as well but you said to yourself that it would hurt you and morgan as you had already gone through so much shit. obviously, there were some baby morgan problems as well - she couldn’t poop properly which meant she had some gastrointestinal problems and it physically hurt you to see your child being in so much discomfort but at least these started to have an end when you realised that it’s a common thing, actually. you gave yourself a hard time constantly because you didn’t know most of the things how to be a mother.

the first three months were mentally just fucking awful. your ex’s constant text messages were becoming very frequent because he wanted to see his child as well but you said to yourself that it would hurt you and morgan as you had already gone through so much shit. obviously, there were some baby morgan problems as well - she couldn’t poop properly which meant she had some gastrointestinal problems and it physically hurt you to see your child being in so much discomfort but at least these started to have an end when you realised that it’s a common thing, actually. you gave yourself a hard time constantly because you didn’t know most of the things how to be a mother.

the next other three months when morgan katariina was turning six months old, she started to babble a lot and roll around on her play mat. it was those teeny tiny moments that made you realise that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. you just wanted the best for your child. also, on the positive side, you had not heard from your shitty ex-boyfriend for a while which gave your mind some peace but it didn’t mean that his actions were probably finished - you were still terrified that he might just come and knock on your door to “justify” his bullshit excuses.

you truly wished your own mother could come and assist you but she could only do it on different video chat platforms. you were indeed grateful for these important events but it was not the same as her being right next to you and holding her granddaughter. you wanted and yearned for that motherly love yourself.

as you felt depressive enough, you finally took the courage inviting some of your friends over. it was a huge milestone for yourself as you wanted to move on and live in a “world” where you did not feel afraid to push yourself forward. you held morgan on your hip and hugged her softly, saying that mum has some friends visiting today and of course, as she was only some months old baby, she just bursted out different babbled sounds which melt your heart.

you had put morgan into her crib to have some nap while you were preparing the table and made the house look more cosy so it didn’t look like you had been living in a shithole for months after your child’s birth. some snacks, decorations and bottles of drinks were set on the table here and there in the dining room. most of the household stuff were just thrown into the room where you hold just some weird stuff that you don’t use anymore. it is obviously “prohibited” for the guests to go there but there’s nothing explicit that they should be terrified of.

the guests had arrived as you heard the knocks on the door. you quickly adjusted your outfit and smoothed out the wrinkles in your top. you opened the door and you met the exciting faces of your two friends from your teenage years and also one strange lad.

“oh my days, it is so good to see you,” said (your/best friend’s/name no.1 - y/bf 1/n) as they hugged you, holding a cheese plate in one hand. the other best friend, (your other best friend’s name - y/bf 2/n) was waiting impatiently behind (y/bf 1/n) and thrilled to give you a hug as well. the stranger lad was just giggling to himself and couldn’t stop smiling. you invited them all in and placed the plate full of cheese next to our food products on the table. you told them to feel like at home.

“so, y/n,” (y/bf 2/n) murmured, “this is joseph - he is a friend of mine from LAMDA times, he had a massive role in that netflix show, what was it called?” they turned to joseph to give out the answer.

“stranger things,” joe responded and licked his pinkish lips. you nodded and kept listening to your bestie’s story about how crazy their drama school years were and how much they missed you. you responded with an astonishing emotion and said the same, explaining why basically everything had changed in your life. they both, not joe though, were aware that you had given birth and of course, they wanted to see the little miracle.

“morgan should be awake any time soon. sometimes it varies a lot how long she naps - but generally, she is very great sleeper now. obviously, she wakes up during the night and stuff but that’s normal, i guess.”

you were enjoying the different types of cheese that your friends and joe had brought, clearly brought some ratatouille moments in you. the tasty moment was cut short with morgan’s wake up cry.

“excuse me, i believe someone has woken up,” you giggled and paced up the stairs to get your beautiful child. you held morgan in your arms, rocked her a bit and made it your way downstairs to introduce her to the guests. every single guest of yours went “awwwwww” on a soft note like she was a superstar in the dining room. you told them not kiss her because you were not sure what bacteria they were holding onto and like that. you positioned morgan into her high chair and gave her some carrots and strawberries to feed and crunch.

you noticed that morgan was trying to hold on the carrot but she dropped it on joe’s knee which made you geniunely chuckle. his quick glimpse at you made him feel joyful. it literally just felt like there were only you, morgan and joe in this bubble, like your own little world. he had been a bit quiet but i guess morgan’s carrot dropping opened him up a bit. he created some funny airplane moves with his hand while holding the piece of carrot and placed into morgan’s hand. the little child was enjoying way too much as she was bouncing with her arms on the high chair’s desk.

“it seems like morgan is really enjoying your company, joe,” you mentioned it to him, feeling very sound that your daughter is finding comfort in someone. she is usually very bossy around majority of the people who she meets with but this is pretty much the first time you have seen and noticed that your child is being relaxed someone or some people.

joseph couldn’t stop noticing how pleased and composed you were. he did catch you looking at him occasionally while you were chatting with your friends and also just make sure that morgan is doing alright. joe admired how strong and adequate single mother you were as he has not really met someone like you. he wished he had child or children of his own but he was just single and also the previous pressure and stress from work would not let him to be at home at all times. joe is a family-oriented man but respectful when it comes to having a child because he understands that he wouldn’t go through the pain and weight of having a baby smashing organs and shit, it would be his future partner doing that and he wants to be there every step and moment for them, if it ever happened.

you cleaned up all the mess that morgan had created and took off her pinafore so she could be put on her play mat. you invited the guests into the living room as well, your besties were enjoying that cheap tesco chenin blanc wine you had bought and just admiring you taking care of morgan. you sat down next to her and gave her a soft choo-choo train toy so she could just chew it and shit. because you only had two-seated sofa in your living room, joseph took a seat next to the other side of the play mat. morgan was cooing and babbling to herself - that’s what you believe, but actually she was trying to have a conversation with joe. you couldn’t put your finger on it why she kept doing that - by that you meant: wanting to have a “chat” with joe. maybe it was because she had never met or still had a father figure in her life? you were glad to see that she was liking joe a lot but you both had just met him.

morgan katariina was moving her eyebrows up and down while doing her “aah”, “uuh”, “oooh”, “eeeh” sounds. joe was just so amused and all over it. he also answered in his own way.

“i know, little one, you’re very lucky to have such a loving and beautiful mum.”

you fetched up your head to look at joe because of what you heard. you haven’t perceived those words for a long time. this made you realise that you might have started to develop something for a complete stranger.

joe continued with his conversation with morgan: “if your mommy is allowing and will agree with it, maybe we can meet again and also your gorgeous mommy will agree to come and have some coffee with us, uh? what do you think?” morgan just responded with “ahh prffff” and something you have never heard - “dada”.

you were in a shock. “she has never said these syllables!” you ran your fingers through your hair, absolutely speechless what has just happened. both y/bf 1/n and y/bf 2/n were just in a silly goofy mood from the wine and adding that maybe joe is the one for you. you took it as a joke initially but maybe this was the heureka moment for you to realise that this was the turning point of moving on and actually finding someone, again.

you called upon joe and asked him: “do you want to go out for a coffee or something?”

joe didn’t even hesitate with his response: “i was literally about to ask if you are going to answer my question because two of us have been waiting for that!”

you laughed and gave your affirmative acknowledge. the evening ended with morgan falling asleep, your besties calling uber, but you let joe stay a bit longer as you wanted to know more about him. that one night changed your mood completely and you were proud of yourself for organising that little meet up. joe described his actor life and what pros and cons are there. you spilled the beans about your previous relationship and how everything happened and blah blah.

a few months later, when morgan had turned one year old, joe and you were officially in a relationship. initially, you were sceptic about it but joe took his time to earn his trust in you. he was also able to see morgan katariina to take her first steps which is a core memory of yours both now. the little morgan is a happy, bubbly, sometimes sassy toddler who has finally encountered that (not like she can detect or remember this) joe is the father figure that she needed in her life. of course, he is not the biological one and the time where she starts asking all the “important” questions, joe is certain that he is capable of answering them truthfully and logically. you had understood the fact that you had managed to find love in yourself and obtained the peace within your body, mind and self. it’s not like your depression was fully “cured” but you didn’t feel hurt, isolation and morose on daily basis anymore. you loved joe, you truly did. he was the one who you had been looking for. someone who is there for you and morgan katariina. you didn’t feel like being a single mother was a shitshow, now it felt like being something positive and loving.

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jenniquinn · 7 months

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Joseph Quinn X FemReader Reader

You were currently out to a bar with your boyfriend Joe. He left you with your friend to go to the bathroom. He is walking back when he hears you say "I don't understand how he doesn't see that I don't want him touching me all the time". Instantly he is taken back. "Did you find him clingy?" He wonders. He decided to cut back the affection. He walks towards and takes a seat at the bar next to you. You thought something was off when he didn't immediately kiss you. You reach a hand towards his he moves it away. And that goes on for five days.

Five days was all it took for you to have enough. What happened to your cuddly boyfriend you loved. For five days all you could think was that he didn't you love anymore. He's at his desk when you walk in. You look at him sadly. Wondering why he was ignoring you. Maybe he needs space. You decide that you were gonna take a break and go see your mom. Walk away and head to your shared and walk to the closet. You grab your suitcase and start going through your clothes. His ears peak at the sound. Confused he gets up and walks to the bedroom.

"What's going on" he asks and you sigh stuffing clothes in the bag. "I'm going to visit my mother" you say and now he's more confused. "You haven't spoken to her in months" he says. You move to the bathroom and pack the necessities. "Well you don't want me around so I figured I'd give you space" you say walking back to the suitcase zipping it, placing it on the floor, grabbing the handle.

"Why would you think I wouldn't want you around" he asks and you look at him. "Well for starters you haven't kissed or touched me in any way for five days. What am I supposed to think" You ask. He sighs walking towards you. "Because you said you don't want me touching you all the time" he says and you tilt your head confused. "When I say that" you ask. "The other day at the bar" he says sadly and suddenly it all makes sense.

"Oh baby" you walk to him and grab his face "that wasn't about you. That was about my ex. He shows up at my work all the time wanting to touch me and talk to me even when I tell him I am so crazy in love with a man named Joseph Quinn" he smiles slightly. "So not me" he asks to make sure and you shake your head.

Instantly you are in his arms and you melt into him. He lifts you up so he can kiss you. You moan into his mouth. You break apart. "I'm gonna have a talk with him. I can't have him bugging the woman I love" he tells you and you grin. "Good maybe he will finally take the hint". He lifts a hand to stroke your cheek. "I'm so sorry sweetheart I should have asked. I shouldn't have shut you out" he says.

"Yeah you should of. I thought maybe you didn't love me" he sighs when you say that. "I will always love you sweets" "good" you start. You lean up to his ear and whisper "will you fuck me now" you ask and suddenly you are lifted to the bed and laid down. Luckily you only have a dress on he lifts it up to see you on left in your panties since you hate wearing bras. His hands move and you lift your hips and he takes them off. You watch as he strips with you then comes down to hover over you.

You grab his necklace and pull him in for a kiss. You moan when his lips leave yours to leave nibble on the sweet spot on your next. You know there will be hickeys in the morning but you could care less at this point. He moves down to leave kisses on your chest all the way down your stomach as moans leave your lips.

He slowly makes it to your pussy. He gives a lick to your clit before two fingers enter you. You gasp, back arching. He moves his fingers as his tongue licks your clit. "Fuck baby I've missed your mouth on me" you moan out. After a few minutes of this attack his fingers and mouth leave your pussy. You look down and groan but then get excited when he sits up and pushes his cock in you. You bite your lip and you move your hips to get some friction. "Joe Joe I need you to move" you look him in the eyes and he does.

Your eyes roll back and you meet his movements. "Oh fuck I've missed fucking you" he groans out. "I'm so close" you yell, legs shaking. "Fuck! I'm gonna fill you with my cum you want that" he yells fucking you harder. "Yes. Fuck. Fill me sweets" you scream and together you both cum. He waits a minute as you both come down from your orgasms before pulling out. He lays next to you and pulls you close. "I'm sorry for everything" he says and you lift your head to look at him. "It's ok but please don't do it again you promise. He chuckles when you lift your pinkies and he interlocks his with yours "I promise".

"You realize that if anyone is clingy in this relationship it's me. I'm always needing your touch, your kisses. Always needing to be close" you tell him. He agrees. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his fingers play with your hair. "I love you Joe Joe" you mumble. He smiles looking down at you falling asleep. "I love ya too sweets". He falls asleep, regretting what he did to you for five days but you forgave, you always do.

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Part 1 > Part 2

Angst to fluff. Break up to Make up.

Summary of Part 1: Joe and reader break up due to a drunken kiss Joe had at a party one night, she tells him to come over to collect his stuff but ends up sleeping with him one last time, both now sharing a broken heart, he tries to beg for forgiveness but she tells him to leave. He blocks her number and it's time to move on...

Summary of Part 2: It's four years later and Joe and reader bump into one another in the street, catching up she invites him over but instead he gets a surprise that is deemed life changing...

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Life was never the same again after that one afternoon that you said goodbye to someone you thought you'd love forever for the last time. It was not goodbye in the respect you'd never see his face again, plastered all over social media and various new movies you'd see him, reaching new levels of fame and soaring high in his career, that was the only way to see the man you once adored, yet it was a farewell all the same and a chapter you'd now closed in your life.

Four years had passed and everything had changed, you no longer cried yourself to sleep at night, you were in a job you didn't necessarily mind, you'd moved into a house, had a few dates here and there that didn't really last long for one reason or another yet above all that; you had the greatest gift of all. You were comfortable to say the least.

You wandered around the streets of Soho, London one sunny morning, not somewhere you went too often but your free day saw you in the mood for exploring your own city. Finding a quaint little café on a secluded part of town, the smell of fresh pastries and patisseries, coffee and the chatter of friends and people minding their own business were scattered around, you entered the glass door with the ring of a bell above it with the hope of a decent breakfast. You smiled at the scents around you, the warmth of the sunlight shining brightly through the big windows behind you, the queue was slightly long but you had all the time in the world, not an often occurrence in this day and age but you'd make the most of it.

Ordering a large coffee and pain au chocolat to go, you stood by the side of the counter before the barista called your name to collect your order, your stomach rumbled as you watched others devour their breakfast just as you were about to. Heading outside to bask in the sun and people watch, another of your favourite past times, you bit into the oozing French pastry, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head when the first bite hit your tastebuds.

Finishing it off quickly, you took the lid off of your coffee and began to walk back along the streets, your phone buzzed and you were too preoccupied staring down at it when you came to a sudden holt, stumbling and slamming into the lower chest of a person before you, your coffee spilled all over you and the stranger in question.

"Shit I'm so sorry!" You began to wipe yourself down, your chest burning from the clutch of the hot beverage, stains seeping down your summer dress.

"No, please I didn't look where I was-" The voice broke through your ear drums like a curse, a familiar sound if ever you'd heard one but you weren't quite sure where you'd heard it or why, scared to look up due to the pause of the low male voice, you instead sauntered to a nearby bin, throwing away the coffee cup, only to hear the voice catch up with you once again.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

You turned around and finally brought yourself to look a few inches up. Your ex boyfriend also known as Joseph more formally.

"Jos- Joe. Hi, oh my goodness. I didn't recognise you in-"

"This hat? No it's a disguise." He smirked playfully, god had you missed that look. You had to do a mental shake of your head, though it was years on you still needn't forget what he'd left you with.

"A pretty rubbish disguise if I ever saw one." You chuckled a small laugh his way, earning one back in return. Joe rubbed the back of his neck in an awkwardly shy remark.

"So what're you doing round my end?" He asked.

"Didn't realise Soho belonged to you." Your sarcasm showed and Joe noticed it right away, watching you glance around the area.

"You haven't changed a bit." He laughed again.

"I didn't intend to, good or bad?"

"Good. Always good." Joe smiled. It was like you were old friends, everything fell into place like something you'd never lost. But you had lost him, you'd lost him all those years ago and you were willing to forgive but you'd certainly not forget.

"So what're you doing here?" He was trying his best to keep the conversation alive, just awaiting the next sarcastic move.

"Well I was enjoying my coffee but apparently it had other ideas."

"Can I get you another, you know to make up for the one you lost?" Joe offered that smile that made you melt, the one you'd see on social media a lot of the time, the one that you couldn't ever say no to, a free coffee though? What's there to lose.

"Sure. It's the least you can do." You walked over to a different cafe, as much as to save the embarrassment of going back to the previous one to show off your stained clothing. Joe remembered your order, which was surprising due to the amount of time that'd passed, but it was sweet nevertheless.

Sitting down at the nearest table, you gazed out of the window once more, feeling not just the warmth of the sun anymore, but the burning of your blushing cheeks from the brown eyes that burnt into you, staring intently.

"So what's new with you?" Joe asked.

"Life's life. Decent job, new house-"

"Love life?" Wow. He had to drop the L bomb.

"Non existent." He looked somewhat relieved and surprised at the same time. That was clearly the one answer he wanted.

"Honestly, the same."

You talked for hours, catching up and bringing up old memories and times when you were happy together, teasing one another about silly little things, you'd not smiled like this in a long time, yet little did you know, in the same respect; neither had Joe.

He took a glance at his phone, whispering under a short breath shit, looking back up to you with sad eyes. "I gotta go, got a photoshoot to get to at the other side of town in 15 minutes."

"Duty calls." You smiled miserably, anyone could see through that smile, you were sad the short and surprising meet was coming to an end so quickly.

"C-could I maybe get your number? You know so we can maybe see each other again?" He dared ask the question that made your heart beat through your chest, the whole phone situation was a delicate one with you and him, especially because the last time you tried to contact him in desperation, he'd blocked you.

"Of course." You tapped your number in his phone and he quickly sent you a little smiley emoji so you had his in return.

"You're looking great by the way, I've missed you love."

"You too." You meant that in both ways, but keeping it short and sweet as a way to not get the wrong message from one another, you just agreed. Joe left swiftly, looking back once to offer you that beautiful yet reluctant smile.

Your head was in sub space for a while after, you couldn't quite believe what'd happened and it felt so right. After all this time, there was something you couldn't quite put your finger on, a coincidence, the universe sending you a message maybe? The second chance could've been there but you weren't rushing too quickly into it, you would only go as slow as your heart was telling you to but still your mind was racing ten to the dozen.

You'd just finished your house chores when your phone buzzed and you ran over to it like an excited child. It was exactly who you wanted to be on your notifications when your phone lit up.

Joe: Hey, it was so good to see you again x

You: Wasn't so bad to see you again either x

Joe: Maybe you could come over tonight? x

You: Let me check my schedule... x

Joe: Okay miss popular x

You: Appears I have space to fit you in, send me your address and I'll be there x

Joe: *Joseph shared location on maps*

Joe: See you at about 6pm? x

You: Looking forward to it x

A quick invite lead to you losing your mind, again, what had you got to lose? There was nothing wrong with hanging out with your ex from years ago, plus other secrets that you held, it was just something that maybe was meant to happen, something you'd silently dreamed of for a little while, gotten out of your head and then it reappeared again like a hidden surprise.

You turned up dead on 6pm, checking your phone to make sure you'd got the right address and knocked at the door. You didn't knock a third time before the door swung open and there stood him. Looking slightly more casual than earlier, glasses firmly a top his head, a warm and welcoming smile as he gestured for you to come in.

You don't know quite where the moment started or where it ceased to end, but a lovely meal cooked by the man himself, followed by a few glasses of wine ended in you getting a little too comfortable with Joe, maybe it was the liquid courage or maybe it was the feeling telling you to go with it. A what will be will be kind of situation. You were unsure how you'd managed to find Joe's lips plastered to yours, moulded perfectly as they moved in unison. It hadn't even been 24 hours since you met again for the first time and already sparks were flying between you. They say you never truly get over your first love and it showed in the situation you'd found yourself in.

Joe had caged you beneath him and the sofa and you were in full make out mode, tongues dancing and gliding around each other, hands roaming over each others bodies, the most intimate and beautiful moment you'd felt yourself getting into in such a long time, butterflies flipped in your stomach and your heart was racing in full panic attack mode, but you were happy and to your knowledge so was the man kissing you, you could almost tell by the smile you felt in the midst of the passionate encounter.

Joe pulled away, scanning your features, stroking his fingers down your cheek, enjoying the softness of your skin against his digits. "Maybe I didn't realise how much I'd truly missed you darling."

"Me either." You took a short sigh, content nonetheless but still a little scared. Focusing on the present and the most handsome man you'd ever laid your eyes on, you stroked your fingers along his jaw, he relaxed in your touch and closed his eyes, coming down immediately to plant sweet sloppy kisses along your own jaw and down to your neck. A small whimper erupted from your throat, which egged Joe on further, his hands now pressed firmly to your clothed breasts.

A crashing reality hit you when your phone rang, the vibration running along the coffee table next to you, you tried to ignore it but then the vibrations came again, and then again.

"Maybe I should answer that."

"Just ignore it."

It rang again. You moved up as a sign for Joe to get off of you. Moment ruined. It was your mum, you swiped your phone off of the table quickly and ran into the kitchen so Joe couldn't hear the other end. He tried his hardest to listen to the conversation and the tension rising, he swore he heard the sound of a faint cry coming from the receiving line, making his brow furrow.

"Yes mum, I'll come right away." You ended the call, rushing back into the living room standing a couple of metres away from the area where you had just been underneath Joe minutes before.

"I have to go, I'm so sorry, I'll text you though. Tonight's been amazing Joe. Thank you." Joe noticed the apprehension in your voice, tilting his head to the side in a worried manner.

"Everything ok?" He said in a concerned tone.

"Yeah, absolutely. Just need to get to my mums."

"I can take you if you-"

"No, it's fine. See you soon." You ran out the door with nothing but a blunt reply, slamming the door and rushing to the tube station to get to your mum's house. Luckily she didn't live far from Joe's so it made the journey all the more shorter.

Your phone had buzzed a couple of times upon your return home, it took you some time to look at it this time around, not being able to reply as quickly as you wanted too, your head full of stupid thoughts on what Joe could've been thinking about your quick exit.

Sitting on your bed, exhausted and with full intent to go to sleep, first you read through the messages.

Joe: I hope everything's ok? I hope I didn't take it too far. I know we have history and all that but I was really happy to see you again, even in that way... x

Joe: Let me know you're good. It's been a while and you haven't replied x

Joe: Y/N. Regardless of you not replying, just let me know when you're ready, if everything's ok at least, I'm worried about you x

You tapped your fingers fast, feeling quite apologetic in your reply.

You: I'm sorry I had to just leave like that. It wasn't you and I'm fine. Reality called and I had to answer it. There is one thing you really do need to know and if you're certain you want to be in my life, it now comes with a package deal... x

Your hesitation to press send almost made you want to vomit, now you were the one who was worried.

Joe: Package deal? What're you talking about... Of course I want to be in your life, friends or maybe more again someday, we can take things slow x

You: Come over tomorrow. I'll send you my address, please don't be scared but there's something you need to see x

Joe: I'll be there. I'm not scared of anything, I'd just be scared of losing you again. There's no worse feeling than that x

Tomorrow would come too soon, you were the one who was scared, scared of his reaction to what you needed to show him. Something that belonged to him, not the sweater of his you'd kept all of these years in the back of your wardrobe, something a lot more close to home. It was your own decision to bring this up too quickly, but he needed to know the truth as soon as possible.

Your phone buzzed and your hands shook in its grasp.

Joe: I'm on my way, I'll be 15 minutes if I don't hit traffic x

You: Ok x

You put your phone back on the kitchen counter top and bent with your elbows firmly pressed against it, rubbing your hands over your face and taking a huge inhale of oxygen, it was almost time.

You didn't hear it at the time when you were upstairs in the bathroom, but there was a knock at the front door. Behind it stood a slightly nerved Joe. The front door slowly opened and where your face should've been stood all he could see was through into your home. He double took when he looked down to see a little girl staring back at him.

"Hello are you mummy's friend?"

Joe's jaw dropped, his hands became clammy and his mouth filled with saliva, the type that you feel when you're about to throw up.

"I-I am. I'm Joe." You had literally gotten to the doorway and watched the love of your life meet the other love of your life, your eyes grew as wide as Joe's in that second and you felt paralyzed from head to toe.

"You can come in if you want" she said politely, totally oblivious and innocent to the tension between yourself and him. Joe couldn't take his eyes off of her, he was stunned, practically the last thing he could've imagined.

Your daughter ran over to you and you swooped her up in your arms, carefully watching Joe's every reaction. "Joe, I'd like you to meet my darling girl, Madison."

For the first time in his own life, he was speechless yet full of questions, not necessarily questions he could be asking in front of the little girl, but there was enough time for that.

You gave her a quick peck on the cheek and set her feet to the ground. "Why don't you go and watch some tv whilst I talk to my friend Mads?" She nodded and took a brief wave at Joe before skipping off to the living room.

You felt so close but yet so far away from him in this mere moment, waiting for his response; whether it be good or bad something had to come of it.

"So you had a baby?" Joe asked, his eyes firmly pressed to the ground.

"I did. She's amazing, the best thing in my life." You smiled sympathetically, you knew this was going to be a lot for him to take in.

"How old is she?"

"She's four going on fourteen. Sassy little madam at times."

It didn't take a genius to work out the timings, but Joe was still taken back and couldn't get the hint.

"She's definitely a cutie."

"Just like her dad." Joe glanced at you, his eyes filling with water, tears clung to his eye lids like his life depended on it.

"Wait what?" Joe whispered. You took his hand and lead him into the kitchen/dining area, sitting him down and making a drink of water for the both of you, god knows he needed it.

"Just shy of five years ago, we ended things for the last time Joe. We did what we did and then about a month later, I found out I was pregnant. She's yours Joe." He ran his fingers through his curls, his eyes boring into you like daggers.

"How do you know-"

"Can't you see it? She literally looks just like you. The eyes, the smile, the curls, her mannerisms. Everything about Madison is you. Whether you want to be a part of her life is up to you, we will tell her in good time, but please make the decision quickly because I don't want you to change your mind and break her heart like you did mine."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He looked like he was gasping for air. Your hands that were laid flat on your dining table were now clutched by his, a small part of his lips and a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"I was scared Joe. But fate brought me to you yesterday and you needed to know the truth even if it is four years too late."

"All this time, after all this time..." Joe sniffled, tears of your own now matched the ones staining his cheeks.

"So you will?"

"Of course I will. I've never wanted anything more. It's a god damn shock don't get me wrong, but a surprise of the best kind and quite the relief that she's mine." Joe snorted a shy laugh and you returned it.

"You'd be blind not to notice that she wasn't yours."

"Madison..."

"Quinn, I gave her your last name. It was only right, even if you weren't there through it all. You're still her father."

"Has she never questioned it?"

"I think she's a little young to notice right now, but in time she would have and I would of told her the truth. But all in good time now, just get to know her at your own pace, she's very forthcoming with people, she'll love you."

Joe gave your hands a reassuring squeeze and a swift nod, getting up from the table and taking a head start into the living room. You took a long gulp of your water and a sharp sigh, smiling to yourself at the positive vibe you got from him, that he was willing to step up, that he was able to go through with this even though it was a shock to his system, for now it gave you such hope.

You tiptoed to the doorway of the living room, setting your sights upon Joe and Madison sat on the floor in front of the tv, she was showing him her favourite teddy bear, one she'd had since she was born, telling Joe all about it's backstory and that she took it everywhere.

"You can hold it if you want" she passed the bear over to Joe and he put it on his lap, cross legged they both turned their attention to the tv screen.

"This is my favourite, mummy watches it with me all the time. Will you stay and watch it with me Joe?"

"Of course I will." Joe smiled, feeling the presence of you behind him, turning his head round to shoot a smile your way, the softest most purest smile you'd ever seen.

You mouthed at him a thank you with a sweet grin in return, wiping a tear from your eyes as Maddie reached for the blanket at the side of her, offering Joe the corner of the small sheet. He gladly took it, their shared mannerisms shining through, you shook your head when you watched them tilt their head to the side in unison as if it were some form of telepathy. She was definitely her father's daughter.

Nothing could be certain of where you and Joe would head in the next chapter of your lives, whether it be a good friendship, or something that would go further, but sticking to your guns and focusing on the present was the best idea and the view of it was perfect from where you were standing.

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pedroschka · 1 year

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not my type

Joseph Quinn x reader

words: 1.9k fluff

Summary: one sided feelings can destroy friendships, so you and Joe make it very clear that you both are not each other's type, pinky promise clear

A/n: @ghostinthebackofyourhead grab your favorite bread and (hopefully) enjoy because I'm your secret Santa!! thanks to @quinnyfairy for organising this <3

Mid laugh, brown eyes crinkling and his head thrown back, that's the blurry image of your best friend in front of you for the last two minutes.

"Joe as much I love to see your little potato head but your screen is frozen."

" ugh, shit! The bloody wifi connection at my parents' is the worst. Wait a second!" his voice on the other end is a bit muffled as he seems to be moving around, trying to fix it.

It was one day after Christmas and you and Joe are trying to have your own little celebration via video call while you both are at your family's and didn't want to wait till you eventually see each other in person again, unpredictable with Joe's busy schedule nowadays anyway. So you both had sent each other's presents via post and now wanted to unpack them together.

So now you sit on your bed in your old bedroom, presents scattered around you and your tablet in front of you with the frozen image of your laughing friend.

" OK, what about now?" Joe's face finally in time again and him waving at the camera

" yes, now get started I already tried peaking but you really are serious about your sticky tape"

" and see how it came in handy" his cocky little smile makes you roll your eyes while grabbing the first present on your left which already has a bit of wrapping paper ripped out, but sticky tape all around it preventing you from making out what it could be.

At the end, you both sit in a colorful mass out of wrapping paper, presents sorted in a little pile beside you, and now updating each other on the newest family tea.

" no! I swear my aunt was full-on gushing about how Eddie looked like her ex-boyfriend's when she was a teen and started showing pictures of you as Eddie all around the dining table, it was soo uncomfortable!" you comically shuddered and Joe's snickering like a little kid at your theatrics.

As comfortable and at ease you were now around him was the complete opposite when you first met each other a year ago.

You sat on your friend's couch, phone in hand, and playing some stupid game, that only seems to come to use in social situations out of ultimate boredom, but trying to look very busy for the people around you. Questioning why your friend even thought it was a good idea to invite you to one of her parties, celebrating whatever with a bunch of her actor friends, when you were the epitome of socially awkward and just overall really bad at meeting new people.

You tried, you really tried to be a part of some conversations, standing in a group full of, on first sight, cliché book extroverts, all of them with interesting lives and using big words talking about different plays, with you just standing there and fake laughing at their jokes you didn't understand and attempting to stop comparing yourself with them. Which didn't work so after a few exhausting hours in which you've been ignored or got an awkward "was nice meeting you" after you ranted too much about a topic you finally could understand you gave up. Your social battery drained and you loathing in self-pity.

Loud cheers and greetings make you look up from your phone, great even more people. The new guest is a very ordinary-looking guy, plain light washed baggy jeans hanging low on his hips, a plain white shirt, sneakers. Not bad on the eye with tousled brown curls as well as brown eyes but not really your type.

Still he held an aura around him that forced you to keep your attention on him, apparently the people around him felt the same effect as they were hanging on every word that was coming out of his mouth. Or is he... Famous around here?! And you are just the only one who has absolutely no idea who he is?

But you're already admiring him for a different reason, Looking so awkward but at the same time so charmingly charismatic and being able to find the right words and topic for each person. You couldn't help to be slightly jealous.

Forced to look down again as he looked across the room and dangerously close in your direction you continued your game, only looking up again as you felt the couch dip as someone sat themselves beside you, and you hastily tried to turn your phone away to not get caught.

"well, that looks fun" shit.

Unknown ordinary looking /maybe famous guy is smiling at you and nodding at your phone

"uggh, kinda" and your brain is letting you down again.

But he doesn't seem bothered by your brain-dead state and tried again to engage you in a conversation, ending up with him having your phone and you, hanging half over his shoulder, explaining to him how to play the game.

"oh, I'm Joe by the way!"

You met Joe a few times after that again and eventually exchanged numbers which resulted in a weird and chaotic friendship. With his ability to make you feel so comfortable around him and just being yourself, he has to endure your ranting over the most ridiculous topics or oversharing the most private things, but it doesn't seem to bother him, on the contrary, he seems to even encourage your weirdness and just adapt to it.

Because of this connection between you both, you lost count of how many times people thought you both were dating or how many times your friends and family tried to play matchmaker, so a pinky promise between you and joe was made that you both are on the same page, that you are not each other's type, both of you already familiar with how one-sided feelings can destroy a friendship, so better making sure at the beginning right?

It was now new years eve and like you planned with Joe in your last call you both were gonna drive over to a friend's house who's throwing a party to celebrate it together, in person this time.

Joe's gonna be at your place to pick you up in nearly 20 minutes and you're still sitting in front of your wardrobe in only your bathrobe and still wet hair, nibbling nervously on your fingernails and looking over all your clothes, eyes wide with panic debating what you should wear to look presentable for him.

Which is absolutely ridiculous because Joe has already seen you in your absolute worst states, coming over to you with pimple cream all over your face, greasy hair, and sloppy oversized shirts with holes and stains you couldn't even explain.

But you haven't seen each other for nearly a month now, well except for the few video calls but that's just different, and now you are a nervous mess, suddenly worried about your appearance and you hate it.

The buzzing of your doorbell makes you jump slightly, spraying the last bit of hairspray on your head and turning the music off, which you needed to hype yourself up, and speedwalking to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

Joe's standing in front of you in black slacks and a slightly striped white shirt, the last button undone and a necklace peeking out of it, and you feel your heartbeat throbbing in your ears.

With a happy call of your name, he went straight into a hug and you suddenly felt distracted by the smell of his perfume, still the same one you smelt a thousand times but different regardless, Like his arms around you, squeezing you firmly into him, it's like your sensory perception is on high alert and suddenly everything feels more intense.

The car ride to the party is awkward to say at least, your nerves preventing you from coming up with anything other than occasionally humming or nodding as an answer, and after a few more tries from Joe he gave up, thinking maybe you're just nervous again because of all the people that are gonna be there and needed a few more minutes for yourself, so the car becomes silent and you hate it because that was your least concern right now, you felt like a bad friend, not seeing each other for a month and you can't even talk to him because this bloody nervous feeling just won't go away. So you both just stare at the road in front of you.

It's loud and full and lights flickering everywhere and you're so overwhelmed and tense that the weird feeling is forgotten for a moment and you're clinging to Joe, following him around like a lost puppy. Him ordering drinks for you both and chatting with people, trying to include you, taking you with him for smoke breaks, the only time when you both are separated is when one of you has to go to the toilet.

A few minutes before midnight a group of people had gathered on the balcony, with them you and Joe, shouting the countdown to the new year and watching fireworks exploding and illuminating the night sky.

" happy new year!" you screamed in each other's faces and laughed as you tackle each other in a big hug. People around you doing the same or walking around and giving the traditional New Year kiss.

Observing this you both looked at each other and shrugged while giggling, both slightly tipsy, and pecked each other on the lips. Physical contact wasn't unfamiliar to you, both being touchy when around people you feel comfortable enough, small kisses when saying goodbye, or cuddling together on your small sofa when watching some movies weren't new either. What was new was the feeling you felt as your lips met his.

As you separated you looked into each other's eyes, you always thought that his eyes were beautiful, even told him so, but you never felt such strong emotions when looking into them, unable to hold eye contact your gaze trailed to his lips, so full and soft looking and you never felt such a strong urge either to be near them. Subconscious you both lean in again and your lips met again but this time for a real kiss.

Warm flooded your body and you can't think of anything else other than the feeling of his lips against yours. His hands found the back of your neck to bring you even closer and you copied him, trailing your fingers through his curls, both of you starving for each other's presence and hungry for more, captivated and lost in your own little world.

Until a person stumbles into you and you remember again where you are.

Both of you catching your breath as you separated again, waking up from the trance-like state, emotional chaos whirling up in you again because you just made out with your best friend, with which you made a silly pinky promise and made very clear to not be each other's type to save this friendship but now you experienced the best kiss you ever had and when you look at his face now he is so beautiful and you can't help to want to kiss those lips again but you were also so overwhelmed because what the fuck does this all mean now.

Luckily Joe answers your questions as he leans in again for a third kiss, shorter but still as breathtaking.

" I know we promised to be not each other's type but do you wanna go on a date with me?" he asked against your lips and you both giggled as you nodded 'yes' before going into another kiss.

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That's Where You Loved Me II (Joseph Quinn x gn!Reader)

a/n: so i did write a part 2, and i'm going to write a part 3 now as well. as always, any feedback it greatly appreciated! kisses!

SYNOPSIS: Reader and Joe decide to meet for a drink, after all, they're both not clearly still in love with each other, right?

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, some yelling and arguing but nothing violent!

In just over a month, you’d managed to regain a somewhat well adjusted life after the rollercoaster that was your breakup with Joe. After moving out and staying with a friend for a while, you’d carried on and found yourself a new place. And it was better, closer to your work, in a bit of a nicer area, and you finally felt like you had some independence by yourself–you were stronger for it.

That’s not to say you didn’t still think of Joe from time to time–it was frankly impossible not to. He was the next biggest thing in pop culture and it seemed he appeared every way you turned, you could barely have a conversation with a coworker without them bringing up the fact that they’d binge watched the new season of Stranger Things over the weekend and ‘that new guy, Eddie, he’s really good, I almost cried when he died!’, and you’d abandoned wasting time scrolling through social media altogether–it just wasn’t as fun with every second video talking about ‘the English newcomer on the scene’ and speculation about his personal life.

It was a precarious position you were in–it felt like a secret, that you were still hung up on a guy who apparently half the world deemed the new hottest thing. Occasionally you felt sorry for yourself, after a few glasses of wine you often thought about sending him a text saying you missed him, you should go for a coffee some time–even when it seemed like a bad idea, there was nothing your heart wanted more than to lay your eyes on him again, just to see if was the same between you. Though who didn’t think that when they were still in love with their ex-boyfriend?

It was late on Friday night–you weren’t exactly sure of the time as you were tucked up in bed about to go to sleep, still thinking of your new life in your new apartment and how much you’d changed in such a short time.

You weren’t sure if it was arrogance or cockiness, but somehow, without processing it, you’d typed a message to send to Joe, who’s contact was still in your phone–a mistake, you knew.

‘Hi Joe! Not sure if you still have my number saved or not but I finally finished your new show and was wondering if you wanted to catch up and get a drink? There’s that place in Soho we went to for your birthday that you loved that had those really strong martinis? x’

You kicked yourself as your brain went on autopilot and sent the message–what kind of person does that? Send a text like that to their ex after only two months of being broken up? And the kiss at the end? Stupid! You hurriedly closed your phone and placed it on your bedside table, mortified, when it chimed back at you twice.

‘I’ll call you in the morning’

‘x’

You barely slept a wink that night, how could you? You felt a little silly waiting like a sitting duck for Joseph’s call. You’d even checked your mobile plan to make sure he could call, and nothing would go wrong on your end.

In all honesty, you didn’t have high hopes when it came to what Joe was going to say to you, but something about the excitement, the anticipation, the suspense of what could be.

There was a pang in your chest as you thought about the last time you were in this position, not too long ago. When you and Joe first met, he was only just beginning to make a name for himself–he’d been in a few projects and was a standout in almost every single one, but he wanted more. It inspired you to see him so passionate about his job, and it was exciting being able to attend all these fancy parties as his plus one–where you’d end up making a fool of yourself in front of some hotshot producer but it didn’t matter because Joe would just laugh when you’d tell him before pulling you into the nearest closet for some privacy.

The sound of your phone ringing jolted you back into reality. With palms sweaty and breathing uneven, you answered the phone after a couple rings.

“Hello?” You could hear wind blowing the microphone on the other end of the line–Joe was probably outside for his morning smoke, you thought. “You there?”

“Yep,” was all he said at first. “How are you going?”

You let out a sigh before you spoke–it all felt somewhat trivial, small talk and all. “I’m doing okay, sad about Eddie.”

Joe chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, ‘m a bit sad about that one too…”

You didn’t know what it was about Joe, but somehow the silence between the two of you never felt gauche–the pair of you would settle in the quiet like it was your natural state, and you could sit for hours together not saying a word but being right on the same page.

“Are you free tonight?” Joe said after a second of contemplation. “We could go to Duke’s, like you said. Have a chat?”

You tried to fight the smile on your face. You knew it wasn’t wise to see Joe–it hurt when you broke up. It felt like your world had been torn to shreds, your comfort was gone, you couldn’t function thinking Joe hated you.

“I just don’t understand what you mean!” Joe yelled, following you as you packed up your things in a rush. “When did I say I don’t want to spend any time with you?!”

You were emotional, and probably not thinking straight, but watching Joe stumble into your apartment well past midnight once again, still tipsy from whatever get-together a costar of his had held that night, pushed you over the edge. “You didn’t! But for an actor you’re not good at hiding your feelings! When was the last time we went out somewhere together? Christmas? Six months ago?” You rambled, putting a final handful of clothes in the overnight bag you were dragging around.

“Is that really what this is about? I’m ‘neglecting’ you? Well unfortunately some of us are trying to work hard in a career that isn’t very welcoming, so I’m sorry if I seem to be putting in some hard work I can be proud of!” Joe’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, and he slurred a little, still.

“I’m staying with a girl from work for a couple days, until you decide to grow up and take this relationship seriously.” And with that you walked out of the apartment, slamming the front door louder than you probably should have at that time of night.

Soon enough, neither of you felt the urge to call and apologise, a few days away turned into weeks, and before you knew it, you were telling your distant relatives that ‘no, you weren’t seeing anyone’ when they asked at family parties. It happened without you even realising it.

“Meet me at eight out the front, and wear that blue blazer you wore to the Catherine the Great premiere, remember?” you said. You always thought he looked good in blue.

“Yes, drill sergeant!” he joked, before you both said goodbye and hung up on the quick conversation.

You didn’t want to jinx anything, but it felt good to call Joe again, and you’d most certainly hoped the feeling would persist as you saw him standing out the front of the upscale bar, scrolling on his phone with a half-smoked cigarette in his hand–he wore the blazer.

He looked better than the last time you’d seen him, whatever he was doing was agreeing with him, whether it be the travel or the success. His face looked a little rounder than the month prior, and his hair was starting to grow a touch longer than you knew he liked it, though you always preferred when he let his curls start to get unruly, and his favourite pair of sunglasses were perched atop his head–why? You weren’t sure since he was squinting, trying to fight the bright rays from the sunset.

“How are you?” he said, slipping his phone into his pants pocket and pulling you in for a brief hug, where you couldn’t help but inhale the scent of the aftershave you’d bought him for Christmas the year before. And if your eyes didn’t deceive you, he took his time looking you up and down with a glazed-over look you’d seen before, a look mostly reserved for when the pair of you would go out somewhere and the night would quickly become a race to see who could get the other riled up first–you missed his playfulness, as well as his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the establishment and onto a stool at the bar.

You both ordered, going over pleasantries–him asking how your work was going, you asking if his family was well. It wasn’t until your drinks arrived that you’d finally moved onto his work.

“It was truly amazing, Joe, seriously.” You tried your hardest to look into Joe’s eyes as you were being sincere, though he was making it difficult by looking only to the ground to hide the blush growing up his neck. “Even better than what you told me about it! Eddie is a cultural icon now!”

“You’re too kind, love,” he said, taking a sip and swallowing before continuing. “Was that all you wanted to really talk about? My work?”

It was now time for the inevitable, you thought. Admittedly, you still weren’t one hundred percent sure why you did text Joe to begin with–perhaps a wicked cocktail of self pity, loneliness, and introverted behaviour wanted you to reconnect with seemingly one of the only people in your life who truly understood you, at least for a while.

All your memories together were constantly swirling in your head, the good and bad, and maybe you thought seeing him in a low-pressure environment would remedy that. Because the more and more you mulled it over, you just wanted Joe back in your life, you were tired of missing his voice and his smile, not to mention his cooking.

You hesitated on answering for a moment. “Partially.” You declared. “Wanted to see you as well…missed talking to you.”

It pervaded you as to what omnipresent force made you immediately spill your guts to Joe, but that was the way it always went–you couldn’t think of one gift you’d given him that he didn’t manage to get you to spoil for him during the week leading up to whatever occasion called for it, and any and every piece of gossip you knew–regardless of whether he knew the subject or not–was common knowledge shared between the two of you. It periodically made you feel contemptible, though you figured since Joe was part of you in a sense, it didn’t matter anyway.

You knew you should’ve been wary, you felt so desperate and clingy–part of the reason you broke up was those very qualities, why did you have to bring it all back up again? You cursed yourself in your head.

“It’s been weird not seeing you,” Joe admitted. “Feel like I’ve got FOMO or something…”

He could always find a way to make you chuckle. Soon enough, the conversation began flowing smoothly–almost like you were old friends catching up, which in a way, you supposed you were. Sooner or later, you’d both finished your martinis and were begging the bartender in the nicely pressed, white jacket to make you another round, which he refused, stating bar policy was only one martini per patron because they were so strong.

You were sceptical on the apparent five shots of alcohol in the drink–it had barely gone to your head, at least until you remembered the bottle of vodka sitting in your freezer.

“D’you wanna just go back to mine? ‘ve got all that bartending stuff, still so we can just make our own drinks?” you were quite certain your voice was even and steady, and that it was just Joe who was beginning to sway in his seat, though something told you in the back of your mind as you subconsciously placed a hand on his, the buzz was just starting to reach you.

Joe intertwined his fingers with yours and jumped up from his seat. “To yours it is.”

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alonetimelover · 1 year

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Pairings: Joseph Quinn x Director!Reader (ex!Harry Styles)

Warnings: dilf - talk (is this worth a warning?)

Summary: Years of YN celebrating Joseph's birthday. From social media posts to their one special moment during a rather hot January.

A/N: celebrating Joseph's birthday a little something from me to you.

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2020

yourinstagram

♥️ 💬 ➤

liked by harrystyles, joekeery, florencepugh, ynupdates, hArryshoe and 5 292 294 others

yourinstagram two amazing people share today's date as their birthday, the legend - Eddie Van Halen, and another legend that you don't need to know about... just yet. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, J!

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joekeery 🧑🏻‍🎤🎸thank you, thank you

⤷ yourinstagram you love spotlight, don't you?

⤷ joekeery you know it

⤷ harryshands WHAT DOES IT MEAN??????

ynsmybestie who is J, and since when YN listens to Eddie Van Halen????? another reason to love her

harrysmoustache yn loving another rockstar??? so true

⤷ yourinstagram who's the first one?

⤷ harrystyles thank you, my love

⤷ yourinstagram someone needs to take care of your ego

⤷ harrysmoustache please don't look at my profile, im a different person today

⤷ harrysbtch babes, your last post about harry's thighs??? yn probably agrees 🤭

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2021

yourinstagram

♥️ 💬 ➤

liked by josephquinn, tchalamet, florencepugh, taylorswift, ynupdates, ynshands and 9 103 394 others

yourinstagram this is his year. this is his day. happy birthday, you metal head!!!

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josephquinn thank you, yn. 🩷

ynupdates happy birthday joseph!

ynsmybestie did she return to instagram to post about her bestfriends birthday?

⤷ ynsmybestie best friend that you toxic fans accuse her of cheating on harry with????

⤷ ynsmybestie i love her more each day. QUEEN.

⤷ user202 you're appreciating her for cheating on her long time boyfriend?

⤷ ynsmybestie no, im applauding her courage to post something that people would take the wrong way just to meet their agenda and beliefs

ynshands hello you sexy woman. welcome back!

florencepugh are you giving private concerts, joseph?

⤷ josephquinn only for special friends

⤷ tchalamet would you give one if yn was with us?

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⤷ ynsmymama please tell me you'll saw that too!!!!

⤷ ynsmybestie I did!!!!! Joseph has a crush on yn ...

⤷ harrysbtch who doesn't?

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2022

yourinstagram

♥️ 💬 ➤

liked by josephquinn, tchalamet, joekeery, taylorswift, annetwist, jcbower and 14 292 303 others

yourinstagram wherever you are, you little human behind the screen, wish this man a happy birthday. he deserves the world and more. happy birthday, i love you, j

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josephquinn don't make me cry, lovie. i love you and thank you, for everything.

florencepugh best man's birthday 🎂

tchalamet the one who took her away...

⤷ yourinstagram jesus, timmy... behave yourself!

⤷ ynshands i love how in love timothee is with yn and she treats him like a brother 💀

harrysmoustache and H is spending today in his and YN's favourite park in Coney Island...

⤷ ynsmybestie let's not mention him under the post about her actual boyfriend

annetwist Happy birthday, Joseph. 🎂

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2023

ynshands

♥️ 💬 ➤

liked by ynupdates, harryshoee, harryupdates, ynsmybestie and 18 294 others

ynshands WTFIWJBDKS DO YOU GUYS SEE WHAT I SEE???? yn and joe spotted near the coast celebrating his birthday. THE YAHT???? it's giving war flashbacks...

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ynsmybestie they called me single in every language... fuck you guys. im happy for you, but like... leave something for me

ynsmymama well... they're this touchy feely couple, huh?

joeandynfann so happy they're celebrating together!

harrysmoustache harry's punching some bag after seeing it 💀 this man can't find happiness after her

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ynsmybestie

♥️ 💬 ➤

liked by ynupdates, harryshoee, harryupdates, harrysmoustache, josephmyman and 20 201 others

ynsmybestie yn and joe spotted at the resort...

i can't do this anymore, guys. i can't.

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ynshands the backmuscles????? i didn't know this man was this packed 🤤 sorry, i drooled a little

ynshands yn's 🍑??? girl...

harrysmoustache im wondering how much joseph just wanted to untie it completely. i wouldn't have a willpower...

joemyman a very happy birthday for joe 🍑

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"I'm absolutely exhausted. I forgot how much heat is wearing me out," Joseph sighed after falling onto their hotel room bed.

"You tell me. We're too British for this climate." YN laughed, sitting next to Joseph, caressing his thigh.

"Mhmmm. What do you say about taking a nap, now? Then we'll shower, go to some nice restaurant, drink wine and see where it brings us?" He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking.

"We'll see. Gimme a minute."

YN stood up from the bed and moved towards her bag. Joseph immediately opened his tired eyes and searched for her, not liking losing her touch from his body. Call him cuddly, clingy or too feely - he didn't care. There was nothing as good as his girlfriend's loving touch. Maybe her words. Or passion. Love. There was nothing as good as her presence next to him.

YN was fishing around in her bag, trying to remember where had she put it. It was small, but not hard to find.

"What are you looking for, lovie?"

"Your present."

"My present. You mean this trip, this morning when you-"

"Joseph," she almost screeched, as if there was anyone that could hear his dilatation about their shenanigans.

"What?" Teasing smile on his sun-kissed skin. "Okay. You know you don't need to give me anything, yeah? You are my present, every single day."

"It's not a material one. And stop it, I'm going to cry. I'm too emotional today." She pouted and moved from the floor, having found what she had been looking for.

"Oh, it's a little one. Is it what I think it is?" Joseph questioned hopefully.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Maybe a new keychain. The old one's got all greasy from the last week's oil change. It just won't clean. Oh! Or maybe that crocheted book cover we saw on the Internet? It was so nice," Joe wondered aloud, putting a nervous smile on YN's face.

"Well, let's just open it."

Joseph sat straighter and put his hands out to take the box from YN's hands. It wasn't heavy. Almost feather-like. He untied the bow, perfectly made by YN, and peaked inside.

"Is it a card?"

"Open it fully, love."

He did as YN said and widened his eyes.

A card with just three stick figures. Two big ones and a smaller one.

"YN -," Joseph tried saying something, but words died in his mouth.

"Take your time," YN encouraged, stroking his left hand.

"Oh my God," Joe whispered, shocked by the message. "Is it, is it real?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Oh my God, " he repeated, just louder. "Oh God. My love, my sweet love."

Joseph put the open card on the bed and scooped YN to place her on his lap, squeezing her into a loving hug. Tears landed on her naked shoulder, making her pull away to look him in the eyes.

"Happy birthday, Joseph," she breathed, making the tears disappear by kissing them away. Her soft fingers massaging his scalp and neck.

"Couldn't ask for a better one. I love you." He kissed her lips sweetly. "And you, too," he added, placing a hand on her stomach. "I love you both so much."

"I love you."

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2024

yourinstagram

♥️ 💬 ➤

liked by josephquinn, taylorswift, florencepugh, tchalamet and 21 291 394 others

yourinstagram best dad, best friend, best husband. happy birthday to you, my love.

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josephquinn i love you more and more with every day passing, lovie

taylorswift the haze was strong. almost lavender 💜

florencepugh happy birthday to Mae's father!

tchalamet happy birthday, man. take care of my goddaughter, i love her more than i love you

⤷ josephquinn thanks, tim. can always count on you.

ynshands little Mae!!!!!! happy birthday Joseph!

ynsmybestie happy birthday daddy!

⤷ ynsmymama girl-

⤷ ynsmybestie ups...

joemyman a true dilf. happy birthday!!

ynupdates have the best day, joseph and yn ❤️

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@hesvoid34

@tiaamberxx

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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See now I want more cheater Joe, even if it kills me! Who did he even cheat with? Could we get like when the reader found out and with who?

Hiiii babes!! I give you…more cheater Joe lol you’ll find out who it was with, how long it’s been going on and how the reader found out! Enjoy😂💖

-this is the prequel to this post✨

TW: mentions of cheating and lots of cussing

*Joe is an idiot and you don’t want to see him ever again*

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talaok · 1 year

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Joseph Quinn & characters

♡ = smut ☆ = fluff ➹ = angst

JOSEPH QUINN

1) Long overdue → You're famous and a part of the stranger things cast.You joined the show this season together with Joseph, whom you have a huge crush on, and even though you always thought he didn't like you that way, turns out, you might have been wrong all along... (♡)

2) I’m yours → You are part of the stranger things cast and in a relationship with Joseph. One day during shooting he sees you being a little too friendly to Keery for his liking, and he is determined to clarify who you belong to. (♡)

3) Bad Influence → You and Joe are in a relationship, and you have never had any problems with being professional during interviews. That was until you met him. (☆)

4) A good deed → You work in a music store and when one day Joseph comes into the shop he remains mesmerized by your knowledge of music and guitars. (☆) (pt.2)

5) Tired of resisting → You are a part of the stranger things cast and even though you never admitted it, you and Joseph both like each other, and one day, when he invites you to his house to "practice a scene" your true feelings find a way to come out. (♡)

6) The proposal → Today's the day you have to shoot the infamous sex scene with your least favorite co-star, Joseph Quinn. And even if you certainly didn't expect it, you find yourself confusingly turned on by it. (♡)

7) Out of your league → You're the lead singer of a famous band composed of you and your friends Christian, and Martha. You've always had a huge crush on Joseph Quinn, and have never hesitated to render it public,but at the same time, you've convinced yourself to not have the slightest chance with him. As it turns out, you might have been wrong all along. (☆)

8) Be quiet → You and Joe have sex in his trailer in between takes(♡)

9) Distracted → You wear a revealing outfit for a scene and Joe can’t seem to concentrate... (♡)

10)Costumes → You visit Joe on set and find him in his Eddie costume (☆)

11)The slut and the hunk → the paparazzi take pictures of you and Joe having not-so-vanilla sex and people's opinions are very different for the two of you. (♡ + ☆)

12)Private lessons → You've had a huge crush on your math professor since the beginning of the year, and it would have been a waste not to use the opportunity presented, once he offered to give you private lessons. (♡)

JOSEPH QUINN AND JAMIE CAMPBELL

Stressed → You, Jamie, and Joseph are on the press tour in Brazil, and when they realize you're feeling stressed, they offer to help. (♡) (kinda pt.2)

EDDIE MUNSON

1) Steve can’t know → Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

[ Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII ]

2) I thought we weren't supposed to be heroes → Fix it fic where Eddie cuts the rope that connects the real world with the upside-down to buy more time and you and Dustin find a way to reach him anyway.( ➹ + ☆)

3)A one time thing →Your ex-boyfriend Eddie invites you over totally innocently (♡)

4) A special arrangement → Steve Harrington × Eddie Munson x innocent!reader (♡)

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Only Temporary

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe needs a temporary living space, and you happen to have a spare room to let. One plus one equals two, baby.

CW / disclaimer: rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, swearing (lots), so far fluff only

Author’s note: this is the fourth part out of five. I’ll add onto the summary as the story grows, if it needs it. If this is the first part you come across, go read the parts in order, I beg of you (ive gotten asks about this and its just... read all of it! you'll understand the story!). (rewritten on 15 nov 2023)

Wordcount: 4.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

As it turned out, Joe was an instant hit with your family.

Which, yea, of course, he was. But to be fair, any person you would’ve brought would’ve been the prefered guest over you.

This instant liking of Joe included your stepmother, who, from the moment he walked into the kitchen, shook her rubber-gloved hand, and passed her the bottle of champagne – “Stepmother? Surely not! You look like sisters!” – was eating out of his hand.

Blushing like a teenager, she poured him a drink in one of her best crystal glasses and never once told him to take his shoes off.

The rest of your family crowded around him, shaking hands, or in the case of your father, slapping him vigorously on the shoulder as if he was beating dust from a carpet.

Yea, they fucking loved him. And it had only been a minute.

Meanwhile, you were left to pour your own drink and weren’t allowed off the doormat until you had removed your boots.

Honestly, everyone made such a fuss over him that you almost felt miffed. You were waiting for the comments, or side-eyed glances at you for not bringing your friend, and instead bringing a stranger, a flatmate you hadn’t even bothered to tell your family you’d gotten, but none of those came.

You didn’t mind, you thought, but, upon closer inspection, you did mind, actually.

Joe didn’t steal attention the way your friend would have done.

She would’ve made an ass of herself and made a seemingly innocent but secretly nasty comment towards your stepmother, or your brother’s girlfriend.

She would’ve said the things everyone would silently be thinking and break the stiffness in the room you would so often feel when you were around these people.

But to be fair, it had been a while since you’d brought a boy over to meet your family. You thought back to when you’d introduced your last boyfriend and they had reacted similarly to how they were talking to Joe now.

They’re just being nice, you then thought.

“Wait,” you caught your brother narrowing his eyes at Joe, then doing a double take before snapping his fingers and pointing at him.

“Eddie fucking Munson?”

All eyes landed on Joe, you know, if they weren’t already on him, seeing as the shiny new toy in the room seemed to be eating up all the attention.

“Yea,” Joe smiled like a shy schoolboy and scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, my God,” your brother’s eyes were about to pop out of his skull if they grew any larger.

No one else in the room really knew what was happening, but the excitement in your brother’s voice ate up the atmosphere.

“What?” you didn’t get it.

“Your flatmate’s an actor?” your brother looked at you, his big, excited eyes turned very judgemental towards you. It made you furrow your brow in further confusion.

How did he know Joe was an actor?

“Ooh, she has a type, doesn’t she?” your stepmother nudged your dad, and you wondered if it was scientifically possible to undergo some sort of surgery to be able to shoot real-life daggers from your eyes at her.

She’d serve right to leave your ex-boyfriend out of this. Out of everything. Forever.

“Babe!” you brother called out to his girlfriend who was in the kitchen.

“Oh shit,” he was quick to cover his mouth.

“She’s not finished watching it yet– no spoilers everyone!”

It would’ve been really cool if someone was going to clock you in on what they were talking about. Your brother noticed your confusion that hadn’t let up yet.

“Don’t tell me,” he swung an arm around your shoulders, and it made you want to hurt him physically.

Kick him in the shins.

This faux affection was only to smugly shove something into your face, you knew it, you’d lived with your brother long enough to see right through his tricks.

“You’ve not seen it, have you?”

You looked at Joe, suddenly scared you’d been living with the likes of someone like Tom Holland, or Tom Felton, or Tom Hiddleston.

Why all famous actors that came to mind were Tom’s, you weren’t sure.

Except you were, but it was something to dissect another time. Not right now, stood in your father’s living room with your three-week-old flatmate who suddenly seemed… different, to you.

“Seen what?” you scoffed.

“She hasn’t,” Joe answered your brother as if you weren’t in the room.

“Of course, she hasn’t,” you brother laughed, and Joe joined in.

You hated every second of it.

Your brother was quick to google Joe on his phone, and still under his arm, he showed you images of Joe on red carpets, in character, from photoshoots… it made you look up at Joe, utterly in shock.

Because, what the fuck?

Joe seemed a little flustered, uncomfortable almost, and you stepped forward to hit him in the arm with a fist. Got him right on the bicep, right on that line between muscles, where it really hurt.

“You could’ve said!”

“Wha–” Joe comically scoffed with big eyes and a smile, before shaking his head and scrunching his face at you.

How stupid would that conversation have been?

It took a minute to get over the initial shock of your family knowing Joe – it was just your brother and his girlfriend at first, but then when more people started arriving, it was your brother’s introduction of Joe to everyone that guaranteed that after dinner, everyone was aware that they were in the proximity of a celebrity.

In a house filled with people, not a single person had asked you about your work, or about your relationship status.

You were merely an afterthought and... yea, all right, you weren’t being subtle about it, so what about it? The lack of attention annoyed you to no end.

You were all huffd and puffs and glares and scoffs. Kept rolling your eyes at everyone a lot, too.

The only thing people were talking to you about was your flatmate. And you realised you didn’t really have answers to any of the questions they were asking you.

“What’s he working on now?” Not a clue.

“A movie?” Maybe.

“Or maybe a TV series?” Honestly, you didn’t know.

You’d seen Joe rehearse lines, but you’d never gotten close enough to actually hear what he’d been saying, too scared he’d ask you to help him out and read lines with him, like your ex-boyfriend used to do.

“How long will he be staying?” Actually, you weren’t sure about that either.

Joe’d said a month, but he’d also said six weeks. He could be halfway through his stay, or he could be walking out next week.

What you did tell people, was that it was only temporary.

He would leave as soon as they wrapped filming and saying that aloud to several family members made you miss Joe.

Already.

You could retch at yourself, it didn’t make any sense at all, but... that’s how you felt.

Cool time to realise it too, given your location and the people you were surrounded with.

Jesus.

“Why is he staying with you?” A rude question, but one that you’d started wondering yourself, now suddenly very aware that Joe could probably afford better accommodation for himself.

One without a hag of a flatmate, for one.

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed at Joe who was held in a death grip by one of your cousins as she slurred words into his ear.

Joe gave you a small smile before looking down, trying to focus on following whatever story he was being told by her.

That protectiveness- no, possessiveness you felt when your best friend first met Joe and kept flirting, had found its way back into the pit of your stomach.

Your cousin was a nice girl, but this didn’t sit right with you at all. When you caught Joe’s eye again, you nodded towards the garden, and you saw Joe excuse himself and wiggle free from what to him were stranger’s hands as he followed you out.

Outside, Joe took a deep breath and immediately reached for the packet of cigarettes in his pocket.

“Give me one,” you demanded and held your hand out. Joe froze for a second and eyed you curiously.

“You don’t smoke,”

“I’m a social smoker. We’re at a party. Give me one,” you sounded stressed out as you shook your open palm at him until he obliged and handed you a cigarette.

You made eye-contact as Joe held out a lit lighter for you to use, and Joe could feel your breath on his fingers.

“Your family’s nice,” he then said, after lighting his own cigarette.

You scoffed at him.

Sure, they were nice. To him, maybe.

“My family’s a lot, I think is what you meant to say,”

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive,” Joe laughed, and, you sort of felt bad for him.

“Honestly, I’m sorry, but I’ve tried warning you-”

“It’s fine,” Joe smiled warmly at you. “I’m having fun.”

A silence fell where you both puffed at your cigarettes, and you took a few slow steps into the dark garden.

“Are you?” Joe then asked, following you.

“Hmm… define fun,”

Another silence fell, and you could feel the air grow awkward between you. Then something clicked inside your head.

“So, Eddie Munson, was it? Are you... are you fucking serious, Joe? Eddie?” you referenced your cat. The one that had taken such a strong liking to Joe, you weren’t sure how he’d cope once Joe moved out.

Joe grinned.

“And you didn’t think to mention that at all?” you grew playful in your motions, reaching a small patio at the back of the garden, just beside the shed that still held your old bike.

“What would I have said?” Joe defended, and you agreed. “You asked a lot of questions, but my work didn’t come up, so I didn’t think it was important.”

True. You hadn’t even thought of asking him about his job until after he’d moved in already.

Joe was right, there was no way that chat could’ve gone well.

You imagined Joe telling you about one of his characters and the only reaction you could think to have was to shove him out the door immediately.

You’d have never let him move into your spare room had you known beforehand.

“Well... you could’ve at least let me know that my new flatmate’s been on covers of magazines and that,”

You tried to think how you had been able to not have known, and the answer was simple. You never really set foot outside of your flat with Joe.

There’d been no way for you to see how others reacted to him.

You also didn’t really consume much new media. You were still stuck watching romantic comedies from the 90s and early 2000’s whenever you felt like watching TV. Just, something about Hugh Grant and his stuttery, idiotic, beautiful self, you know?

“I did say I was an actor, and you’ve not exactly shown much interest to be fair,” Joe pointedly said before taking a long drag from his cigarette.

You couldn’t help but think he was attractive like this.

He was right.

You’d very muchly refrained from asking questions about Joe’s profession, simply because you didn’t like what he did. You felt a pang of guilt; it would’ve been polite of you have at least asked some surface level questions.

“So,” Joe loudly said, blowing out smoke into the darkness. “I heard you have a type?”

You immediately wanted the ground to swallow you up.

“I don’t,” It was quick out of your mouth.

For a second, you didn’t want to explain yourself further. Let him guess at what your stepmother had meant when she’d made the comment earlier. But Joe didn’t speak and gave you questioning eyes, and you succumbed far too easily to his silent pleads.

“My ex-boyfriend was an actor,” you winced, and it made Joe raise his eyebrows up high.

“Oh? Anything I would’ve seen him in?” it was a question Joe had gotten all night, and one that your brother had answered for him every single time.

Joe now asking you the same thing made you laugh out loud.

“No. Well, there was the one Go Compare ad he did,” you thought back to how proud he’d been to land a TV ad. And then how pissed off he’d been when you’d made fun of him for it.

Come on, Go Compare? It was the funniest thing you’d ever heard.

“But no, I don’t think so. It was a lot of long evenings reading lines with him and helping him do self-tapes, and then having to pay all of his bills because he wasn’t landing anything,” you took a sharp breath before sarcastically adding,

“Great memories.”.

“Yea, well,” Joe pulled the corners of his mouth down and cocked his head to the side. “It’s a tough business.”

Another silence lingered. It was a little chilly outside, but you noticed that your body was glowing on the side closest to Joe. Good thing you were fairly sober still, otherwise you might have mistaken it for a crush.

“Hey-” Joe started. “Are you a good-” You spoke at the same time.

Both of you were interrupted by the patio doors opening.

“Shit,” you hissed and were quick to step behind the shed to hide.

“Hello?” someone called out as you were frantically waving over Joe to hide behind the shed with you.

When he didn’t, you lurched forward, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into you until you were both out of sight of whatever family member had stepped into the garden.

In the shadows, with two lit cigarettes still, you held a finger over your own mouth, signaling for Joe to keep quiet.

“What are we doing?” Joe whispered, but you made big angry eyes at him.

You were stood very close together, and your grip on Joe’s collar remained strong. Joe could smell your perfume, and even though your eyes looked heated, what he could see of them in the dark looked beautiful. He could lie to himself and say he hadn’t noticed them before, but he had. Being so close to you now, kissing-distance, honestly, just meant he had no way of denying how beautiful he thought you looked.

“I thought I saw them step out,” your family member spoke to someone inside before the patio doors closed again and you sighed with relief.

“Thank God,” you let go of Joe and stepped around him to peek around the corner of the shed to see that you’d been left alone.

You looked back at Joe, who was giving you a look as if to say you'd gone insane.

“They don’t know I smoke,” you simply said, and if Joe hadn’t gotten the full picture of your position within this family, this surely did it.

You finished the cigarette and looked around to see where you could hide the bud. You ended up throwing it over the hedge where you knew it’d land in an alleyway.

“Give me another,” you then said, not ready to go back inside yet, and saw that Joe was still stood behind the shed, eyeing you from the shadow that made it hard for you to read his face.

“Are you sure you want to risk it? Might lose out on some pocket money if your dad sees,” Joe then said sarcastically holding one up for you.

You thought back to how your parents had gotten their best parenting in when they’d caught your older brother sneaking cigarettes into the house at sixteen. Ever since they you knew that you’d absolutely be in for it if they’d ever catch you with one.

You knew it was weird that you operated on something you’d seen happen when you were nine years old, but, alas. It was what it was, and you could never let your family know you sometimes enjoyed inhaling literal tar.

You snatched the cigarette from his hands and noticed when you held out a hand for the lighter, that Joe wouldn’t just give it to you, didn’t just hand it over, but instead lit it again for you to lean in closer to him like he’d done before.

It gave you a better look at his hands, and you felt the muscles in your stomach tighten.

Oh, no.

Shit.

You took a long drag and hummed as you exhaled, trying your best to keep the air between you and Joe light and casual, ignoring whatever it was you felt brewing inside.

Because something was definitely brewing inside.

It was a good thing you hadn’t asked for a cigarette from Joe when he’d just moved in. You’d have developed a cough by now if you had.

“Am I a good what?” Joe suddenly asked.

“Huh?” you’d spoken too soon, because the second the word left your mouth, you knew what Joe meant.

You were about to ask him something when you’d been interrupted by a family member stepping out into the garden.

“Oh, yes. Are you a good football player?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him in question, face all serious, no hint of banter.

The question threw Joe off completely.

Was this your idea of flirting?

“Because I’ll trade you for another player if you’re not.”

You hadn’t told Joe about the football game your family would always play on Sunday mornings. It was a rite of passage: Sunday mornings on the beach meant a game of football before you were allowed near the breakfast table.

None of you were any good, but it was the one thing you always enjoyed when visiting your dad on a weekend.

Even when you were hungover.

Even when it would be shitty weather.

Even when bloody injured – you thought back to a time when your uncle in a wheelchair with a broken foot had been forced to be a goalie on your team one time – whoever stayed the night on a Saturday would be called out of bed and be dragged out onto the sand the following Sunday to have a go at kicking a ball back and forth.

You liked it even more because you knew your stepmother really didn’t like the tradition that your family had started when you were younger and your parents had still been together.

So, the next morning, when you were harshly awoken by your father opening your bedroom door and flicking on the lights to illuminate the two of you in your wooden bunkbeds, you hung your head over the side to look down at Joe in his bunk.

“Good morning,” you said through squinty eyes, hair cascading down the steps of the ladder.

“You ready for this?”

You knew he wasn’t which, if anything, brought you great joy.

The skies were grey overhead, but it wasn’t cold at all, and bar a lone person walking their dog, you were the only ones on your patch of beach. You had decided you didn’t want to be on Joe’s team, but more so because you didn’t want to be on your brother’s team, and he insisted he wanted to play with Joe rather than against him.

One of your brother’s friends had made his way over too, and you decided that he could be your best teammate.

Your brother immediately claimed the game was rigged as he put together the plastic tubes of one of the little goals, but you dad was quick to shut him up.

For teams to be equal, you dad had been made the referee and you grinned at Joe from your side of the field before it all kicked off.

Joe didn’t know what he was in for: none of your family were known to play a fair game.

In fact, the aim was more to prevent the other team from playing a normal game of football at all.

It was a game of football with rugby rules. Sort of. A contact sport, as far as all of you were concerned.

When both goals were in place, your dad threw the ball into the game and you were quick to launch yourself at your brother in order to take him out.

Absolutely not what Joe was expecting to happen.

Toppling over in the sand, Joe threw up both his hands at the two of you and looked at your father to see if he was going to say something.

He didn't.

This wasn’t how Joe thought you played football.

But you wrestled your brother in the sand and shrieked at his friend when you saw a cousin dive for his ankles.

Luckily, he was fast, and when his feet found the ball, was quick to score a goal. You cheered, and you saw your dad hold a hand towards your side of the make-shift field.

“One, nill!”

“Get with it, Quinn,” you shouted, walking backwards to your side of the pitch, as you high-fived your teammates.

Joe caught on fast, though.

This was a feral version of football; a weird mix of footy and rugby, but no rules, apparently. Very hands-on.

It was how your family had played ever since you were little and you couldn't match up against the adults playing. You and your brother would just launch yourself at their feet and hold onto their legs until adults started hurling themselves at each other too.

You were allowed to kick a ball into a goal whilst holding someone's limbs tightly against their body, trying to swipe their feet from under their body to take them down.

You honestly believed this was how all football matches should be played - it was so much more fun than just kicking a ball across the beach feet only.

When you finally got hold of the ball midway through the game, Joe ran over and grabbed hold of both your arms behind you. Digging his feet in the sand and leaning back, he prevented you from taking any more steps, but you weren’t easy and wiggled your hands free. This prompted Joe to grab hold of your waist, and it only took a second for the two of you to hit the sand beneath you, screaming as you did.

You were laughing when Joe yelled for your brother who swiftly ran over and took the ball.

“No!” you cried when your brother scored a goal, and Joe finally let go of you.

Joe got up and looked at you as you laid on your back still, completely out of breath, with pieces of hair stuck in your mouth.

Still pretty, Joe thought, as he held out his hand for you to grab to help you up.

You’d forgotten how scraped up you could get from Sunday morning football on the beach.

The amount of tackling and falling you’d done had really done a number on your knees and elbows, but it was all overlooked, because in the end your father concluded your team to be the winning one.

Entirely unfair.

For the last few goals, he hadn’t even been paying attention.

It had resulted in a huge pile up on top of your dad, after which no one argued as you all made your way back to the house for breakfast high on endorphins.

Joe wondered why you disliked your family so much - this was the most fun he'd had in a good while.

When back at the house, you noticed Joe’s knees looked worse for wear too.

“Come on, we need to get the sand out,” you said and nodded your head for him to follow you up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Any more scraped knees?” you called, not to make it too weird that you’d be slipping off to upstairs with Joe by yourself, but no one else joined you.

Both still fully dressed, you stepped into the bath and used the shower head to rinse your legs free from sand, doing your very best not to get your clothes wet.

For a second you thought Joe was going to fuck around and spray you, but the look you gave him, along with a stern, “Don’t!” made him reel it back in.

One of your knees in particular looked gnarly. There were a bunch of tiny little scrapes on your skin that, all clustered together, made quite the patch.

“I hope you weren’t planning on wearing a dress today,” Joe commented when he saw you dab at it with a facecloth.

“Huh?” Why should he care what you wore today?

“For your date, tonight?” Joe said kindly, his voice soft in case you didn’t want your family to hear.

“Oh.”

You then realized you’d completely forgotten about your neighbour Tom.

“Yea.”

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𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓬𝓼 !

˙✧˖° — name: raven “tiny” fischer.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: sports journalist for the nhl.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: n/a.

˙✧˖° — love interest: william nylander.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “ballad of a homeschooled girl” by olivia rodrigo.

˙✧˖° — summary: after her cfl player ex-boyfriend publicly cheats on her, raven decides to take a job as a hockey journalist and move to toronto, moving on to interviewing nhl players and covering their games. though she quickly becomes popular among the players, even earning the affectionate nickname “tiny” because of her small stature, she is certainly not ready to date again after what she’s been through… but a certain right winger is making it very hard for her to keep her promise to herself.

˙✧˖° — name: valeria “ria” cortez.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: country singer and songwriter.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: rachel zegler.

˙✧˖° — love interest: nico hischier.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “always sing” by raelynn.

˙✧˖° — summary: despite being born and raised in kentucky, ria has always had a close relationship with her cousins quinn, jack, and luke hughes, and by extension their love for hockey. even after being signed to a country music label at the young age of nineteen and quickly gaining success in the music industry, fulfilling the dreams she’s had since she was a little girl writing nonsensical songs in her journal, her support for her cousins remains, as does her appreciation for the sport they play, with the young woman making every effort to go to all her cousins’ games that she can make it to and even attending home games for the nashville predators when she can. and it is while attending a devils game to support jack and luke that ria meets her cousins’ captain, who might cause her to form another connection to the game of hockey.

˙✧˖° — name: casper mallory.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: he/him.

˙✧˖° — occupation: defenseman for the philadelphia flyers.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: tom holland.

˙✧˖° — love interest: jamie drysdale.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “northern attitude” by noah kahan.

˙✧˖° — summary: for nearly the entirety of his hockey career, casper has been brazenly defying the stereotype of all canadians being overly nice; at only twenty-three, he’s one of the most common fighters in the nhl, and his fellow flyers scarcely see a game go by without him being shoved into the penalty box. he’s certainly not nice off the ice either, with his barely repressed disdain for the media and tendency to get into bar fights after games. truly, casper mallory seems to make it his mission to push everyone away with his anger - but his team’s newest member, a trade from anaheim who seems to be perpetually smiling, has made it his mission to tear down the other boy’s walls, and casper isn’t entirely sure that he wants to stop him from doing it.

˙✧˖° — name: allison “ally” tanaka.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: tattoo artist.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: lyrica okano.

˙✧˖° — love interest: joseph woll.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “team” by lorde.

˙✧˖° — summary: ally has never really been the girl that most people have wanted to date. with her dark wardrobe, tattoos, and perpetual so-called “resting bitch face,” she was more likely to send a cute person running away than to draw them closer to her. and while she likes to tell everyone she’s fine with that, and while she would never change her appearance for anyone, there has always been a part of her that yearns to actually have someone look at her the way the girls in the romance novels she secretly reads are looked at. so when a cute hockey player who is almost ally’s exact opposite comes into the tattoo parlour where she works late one night, chasing after his drunk teammate and trying to discourage him from asking for a tattoo… well, she might not expect it at the time, but she’s about to begin a journey that will lead her to exactly what she’s always wanted.

˙✧˖° — name: benjamin “ben” bradshaw.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: he/him.

˙✧˖° — occupation: center for the vancouver canucks.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: kit connor.

˙✧˖° — love interest: matthew knies.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “clementine” by halsey.

˙✧˖° — summary: ben has been alone for most of his life. whether it has because he was left to look after himself while his parents went on yet another business trip, or because he was eating lunch by himself in high school yet again because he was too shy to make friends, or because he was ignored by his college hockey team any time they were off the ice because none of them wanted to associate with the division’s only openly gay player, he’s never really had friends, anybody he can lean on and count on; all he’s ever had is hockey. so when he finally, after what feels like so many years of working for it drafted to the nhl and finally finds a group of supportive and caring friends with his new team, even striking up unlikely friendships with a few players from other teams, it’s hard to describe how ecstatic ben is that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore. but then his feelings for a certain maple leaf start to grow into more than just friendship, and all of a sudden ben is terrified - he doesn’t want to be alone again, but if he doesn’t figure out what to do about his feelings for matthew knies, he just might find himself in danger of it.

˙✧˖° — name: morgan jennings.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/they.

˙✧˖° — occupation: pop singer and songwriter.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: reneé rapp.

˙✧˖° — love interest: quinn hughes.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “you’re on your own, kid” by taylor swift.

˙✧˖° — summary: a proud vancouver native - and a lifelong hockey fan, thanks to her mother - morgan has adored the canucks since they can remember, and relished getting to go to games whenever she could as a kid. but ever since their success as a singer skyrocketed and she became one of the most recognizable pop stars on the planet, they haven’t exactly had a lot of time to go to hockey games - so after ending her relationship with their most recent ex, she decides to run back home under the excuse of writing songs for a new album about their home city, determined to attend as many canucks games as she can while they’re at it. the ultimate goal is to reclaim the things she loved as a kid, to find their way back to who she used to be - they just don’t quite expect to develop a bond with the captain of the team she’s been loving their whole life while she’s at it.

˙✧˖° — name: harriet “harri” chadha.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: university history major.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: avantika vandanapu.

˙✧˖° — love interest: jack hughes.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “bubblegum bitch” by marina.

˙✧˖° — summary: harri had been making a habit of subverting people’s expectations for a very long time. after all, nobody had expected a girl who wore as much pink and cared about her appearance as much as she did to have graduated high school early; nobody had expected her to be studying history in university so that she could be a professor herself some day; and certainly nobody had expected her to become friends with one of her male classmates without dating him, much less one of the school’s best hockey players (although of course that was a stupid assumption, she had always thought, that girls and boys couldn’t be friends without being attracted to each other). but it was very much true; harri and luke hughes had clicked and become good friends not very long after knowing each other, understanding each other on a very important level, with luke being one of the few people who saw through all the pink and makeup harri wore to who she truly was. and when harri is able to attend a devils game to support luke and finally meets his older brother jack, it doesn’t take long for her to realize that the middle hughes brother truly sees her as well… the problem is that, unlike with luke, harri doesn’t think she’ll be able to be happy just being his friend.

˙✧˖° — name: kelani “lani” halia.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: right winger for pwhl minnesota.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: auli’i cravalho.

˙✧˖° — love interest: luke hughes.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “that’s my girl” by fifth harmony.

˙✧˖° — summary: it has been obvious to almost everyone who knows the two of them that luke hughes has been in love with lani halia since she first creamed him in a shootout on umich ice… everyone, it would seem, but lani herself. lani has always been too focused on hockey for romance, too focused on achieving her dream of making it pro so she could finally prove everyone who had doubted her wrong, which had left luke, try as he might, unable to really find a way to act on his feelings. and now, with the two of them both finally playing in the professional leagues, luke’s path to lani’s heart has just been made that much rockier… but a hughes is nothing if not determined, especially when it comes to the youngest son and the girl he’s head over heels for.

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