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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 6 months

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Love Me, Anyway

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Request: Joseph may have always grown up dreaming of having children and being a great father to them, and he plans to propose to his long-time girlfriend soon, just in time for her to find out that she will never have children because of a health problem related to her, and she decides to leave him, even though she loves him very much, thinking that she cannot give Joseph the life he wants.

Trigger Warnings: Infertility

You dragged yourself up the stairs of your apartment complex, each step feeling like a journey of a thousand of the most difficult miles of your life. Your body was a balloon and you were trying to keep all the air inside. Your arms wrapped around your stomach as if you could hold yourself together, keep yourself from falling apart. The news you’d received an hour ago had been a deep and crushing blow to your soul.

You failed. You were a failure, broken, incapable of doing the one thing that a woman was supposed to be able to do, that women had been doing since the dawn of time. Your entire world, the future you’d envisioned for yourself, crashing down in an epic, heart shattering explosion before your eyes. A piece of yourself was gone and you would never get it back. You’d failed yourself and worse than that, you’d failed the person you loved more than anything.

On autopilot, you dug in your purse for your key but when you inserted it into the lock, you were surprised to find the door was already unlocked. Shit. That could only mean one thing. You couldn’t do this. Not yet. You’d been hoping to drown in your misery, sob in silence where no one could hear you, prepare yourself for the inevitable second heartbreak, the one that was going to shatter your heart into a million pieces that could never be repaired again.

The briny smell of garlic and the tang of tomato fills your nose as you push open the door and enter your apartment. Jack Johnson’s ‘Better Together’ plays over the speakers in the kitchen as you catch sight of Joe, his back to you as he stirs sauce in a pot. Just the sight of those brown locks, curling gently at his neck, those broad shoulders underneath a cream sweater. Not just any cream sweater, your favorite one, the one that feels like you imagine a fluffy cloud would feel under your fingers.

“And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings,” Joe sang softly as he swayed, pouring the contents of the saucepan into the skillet.

He always said he couldn’t sing, that no one would want to hear him. But that was a lie because you loved to listen to him. His voice was your favorite sound in the world, usually so soothing, a balm to your soul. But tonight it was like torture, a voice that hissed in your ear, reminding you of all the things you couldn’t have. That picture the two of you had painted, the plans you’d made, the future you’d longed for, it was all gone. A blade had been taken to the canvas, shredding it until nothing was left and you were going to lose everything that mattered to you in a matter of hours. How would you ever survive such unimaginable loss?

Joe would never stand in this apartment again after tonight. He would never cook another meal for you, the two of you would never spend the night cuddled up on the couch watching movies, you would never tumble into bed with hands desperately grabbing for each other. This was the end. No happy ending for you. No prince whisking you off to your happily ever after. Your story was going to end painfully, brutally, and you had to accept that because you couldn’t do this to him. You couldn’t deprive this man you loved so much of the one thing he’d always wanted so much.

“Joe…” you said softly, three small letters, one syllable that your voice struggled to make.

The pan clanged as he spun around, his hand coming up to his chest, “Jesus darling, you scared me.” He laughed, his hands finding your arms, pulling you in, tucking you into the safety of his chest. Your cheek ran over the soft material of his sweater, your nose breathed him in, trying to absorb every minute detail of this moment that could be your last. “I was trying to surprise you with dinner but you surprised me. I didn’t expect you home so soon. Don’t you normally get off work at five?”

“Yeah,” you managed, unsure how, his arms the only thing that was keeping you from sinking to the floor. “I had an appointment today so I left early.”

“Appointment?” Joe pulled back, hands gripping your biceps, chocolate button eyes full of concern, concern that only fractured you that much more. “What kind of appointment? You didn’t mention anything. Is everything alright?”

“No…I mean, yeah…I mean, everything’s fine,” you lied, your eyes closing as you inhale slowly through your nose. You had to stay strong. You had to hold yourself together just a little longer, enough to do what you had to do, and then you could let yourself crumble. “It was just a routine appointment with my gynecologist. It didn’t seem worth mentioning and I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“Well, I didn’t say anything because I wanted to surprise you.” Joe releases his hold on you, leaving you cold, slipping under, into the darkness, desperate for his arms again. He waves his arm toward the stove. “I am making puttanesca, your favorite, and I got us a great bottle of wine.”

“Fancy. What’s the occasion?” you mumbled, your hand grabbing onto the counter, bracing yourself. You were drowning, flailing, struggling to keep your head above water.

“You,” he mused with a lopsided smile, his hands locking around the small of your back. Soft, plush lips brushed over yours so gently that you had to swallow down the tears that were fighting like a flood raging against a dam. “You’re the occasion, my love. You’re always the occasion. Do I really need a special reason to have a romantic evening with my girl?”

“No…of course not…”

“Have a seat and relax. I’ll make you a plate and pour you a glass of wine.”

Just do it, you told yourself. Get it over with. Rip off the band-aid and let the wound bleed. It would only be harder if you allowed this romantic evening he had planned to continue. Better to just do it. He would leave. You could fall apart and Joe would have the opportunity to move on with his life, to find someone who could give him everything he’d ever wanted because it wasn’t you. It couldn’t be you. Not anymore. You were broken, defective, and this man deserved a woman who was whole.

Your brain may be on board but your body was not. Your feet took you to the table, your knees bent as you sat in the chair. Your heart was desperate for one more evening, one more dinner, one more moment where it could pretend that everything was okay. Where it could gaze upon that perfect face, the face you never tired of looking at, and know that it was yours. Just a bit longer and then you would let him go because it was the right thing to do.

Joe set your plate down in front of you, the pasta dish looking delicious, but your stomach twisted violently. You didn’t think you could put anything in your mouth right now, bile rising up in your throat. Shit. Were you going to be sick? No. You swallowed it back. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth, inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. The urge dissipated and you sighed in relief, picking up your fork, moving the food around, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you weren’t actually eating.

“How was your meeting?” you asked, hoping it would get Joe talking because you didn’t trust yourself to say much. You were hanging on by a thread, a breath away from completely coming undone.

Joe took a sip of wine, grinning widely, “Really well. Really well. I am excited about this project. The script is amazing, really dark and unique. It’s a real psychological trip. Great fun but also mind fucking in the best way. It’s different from anything else I’ve ever done.”

“Good, I’m glad. I know you’re trying to have a really diversified body of work.”

“I am. I don’t want to get pigeon holed, you know? If you’re not careful in this business, you get typecast. I was worried after Stranger Things. Don’t get me wrong. That was great fun. I loved the cast and crew on that show and I am so grateful for the doors it opened. I wouldn’t have the opportunities I have now if it weren’t for that role but the way it blew up, the love the fans had for Eddie…it just concerned me that I wouldn’t get taken seriously as an actor. But I feel like I’ve done a good variety of roles now that have shown the range of my skills.”

“You have,” you mumbled into your glass, taking a long drink of your wine, willing it to calm your nerves, to relax your muscles. “When will filming start?”

“In four months,” he answered, mistaking the look on your face, thinking it was concern about him traveling for work. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve been through this before. I’ll fly back when I can and I’ll fly you in to visit. Filming will probably take a little over three months. Besides, I predict you could be quite busy while I’m gone.”

You looked up at him in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Joe’s lips pressed together for a moment and he suddenly looked nervous. His head tilted to the side, those beautiful lips curving into the sweetest smile. Leaning forward, elbows resting on the table, those soft brown eyes meeting yours.

“Darling, I love you so much.” A weight so heavy it was going to crush your heart slammed into your chest. “These past two years have been the most amazing year of my life. I can’t imagine doing any of this without you. I want you by my side always. You make me better. It’s been so hard knowing who I can trust, who is genuine but never with you. I know you love me. You don’t care about the fame or the money or any of the celebrity bullshit. You just want me. You’ve been my safe place. You’re my home and I know, without a single doubt, that you always will be. You’re the person I want to come home to. You’re the person I want to sleep next to every night and the face I want to see when I open my eyes every morning.”

He rose from his chair, coming around the table to stand in front of you. Your heart hammered in your chest, blood rushing so forcefully you could hear it whooshing in your ears. Joe’s hand slid into his pocket, revealing a small velvet box and you whimpered. No. This could not be happening. Not now. Not today.

This beautiful man lowered himself to one knee, opening the box and presenting the most beautiful, simple princess cut ring to you. Emotions lodged in your throat, strangling you, cutting off your air supply. Your eyes widened, hysteria taking over. Hand clutched at your shirt, pulling it away from your body as you tried to tell yourself this wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening.

“I knew from the moment I met you that night at the pub that you were my forever. I told Wes I was going to marry you one day and I don’t want to wait even one more moment to start the rest of my life with you. Darling, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“I…oh god…Joe…I…this is…what…” you stammered, tears flooding your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Grief as you had never known crashed down over you like a tidal wave. This man, this beautiful, wonderful, perfect man was asking you to spend the rest of your life with him and you couldn’t even if it was the one thing you wanted more than anything in your life. You couldn’t do that to him. You couldn’t condemn him to a life that was lacking, a life that wasn’t what he wanted. You couldn’t stand to see resentment in his eyes years down the road, resentment directed at you because his life wasn’t what he’d pictured. You were going to drown in this grief, the tidal wave pulling you out to the deepest depths of the sea.

Joe chuckled nervously, his thumb running over your cheek, collecting some of the tears, “I hope these are tears of joy that you are shedding, sweetheart.”

“Joe…”

The word was a plea, a grief-stricken cry, a desperate sob and then your shoulders were shaking. Your body folded in half and Joe’s arms were instantly around you, pulling you to him. You slid off the chair and down into his lap. His breath was warm against your ear, lips brushing over your cheek.

“Darling, what’s the matter?” he questioned, his voice panic-stricken.

“I can’t,” you cried, shaking your head, your face buried against his neck.

All you wanted to do was stay here, in the safety of his embrace, surrounded by his warmth and comfort, but you couldn’t. You had to do this and you had to do it now. You pushed away from him, wiping your eyes and rising to your feet. Joe followed, standing in front of you, hands reaching out but you backed up before he could grab you.

“Love, what is this? What’s happening?”

“Joe, I can’t marry you,” you rasped, body trembling as you fought back the tears, fought to regain control of yourself.

“What?” He stepped forward and you stepped back again. “Why the hell not?”

“Because…” What reason could you give him that would make any sense? There was none. There was no reason in the world why you shouldn’t marry this perfect creature. No reason you should be causing the pain that was etched onto that beautiful face. “Because it wouldn’t work, Joe. There’s no way this works.”

“Why not?” he demanded, his hand closing around the velvet box, squeezing it so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “Is this about my work? I know my job is…different. I have to be away sometimes but we’ve made it work so far.”

“Joe, I know but it doesn’t work for a long term marriage. I need stability. I need someone I can depend on to be here. I…” You were lying through your teeth but you knew you had to make it hurt if he was ever going to believe you. You needed him to walk away because you weren’t sure you were strong enough to do it. “I need someone that I can trust.”

Joe reeled back as if you’d slapped him, “And what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re always traveling. You’re always surrounded by these beautiful women. Your co-stars and the models you’ve done shoots with and the fans that throw themselves at you. How am I supposed to sit at home all the time, wondering what you’re doing?”

“When have I ever given you cause to doubt me?” he pleaded, his hands open in front of him as if begging you. If he didn’t stop, you were going to give in. Your heart couldn’t handle this.

“It’s only a matter of time, Joe. What celebrity has ever had a successful marriage? You’re a man. You can only resist temptation for so long. It’s inevitable.”

Those eyes that were usually as warm as a cup of coffee turned ice cold and you knew you’d succeeded. You’d broken the two of you, shattered it irrevocably, just like your heart. Joe would hate you. He would despise you for thinking such things of him but that’s what had to happen if he had any chance of being happy in the future.

“That’s what you think of me?” he hissed, stepping back. “You really think I’m capable of doing something like that to you? You doubt us so much that you can’t see this working? You think we’re doomed?”

“I do,” you insisted, lifting your chin in defiance, putting on an air of strength and resolve that you didn’t have. “Joe, this has been fun but that’s all it was. That was all it was ever going to be.”

With two long strides, he stepped into you, tilting his head, eyes boring into yours, “Bullshit.”

“Wh…what?” you gasped.

“Bullshit. I don’t believe you. You just told me you love me. Fun does not last for two years. I’ve felt you, darling. The way you kiss me, the way you cling to me when we make love, the way you want me,” he growled. His nose brushed along your forehead, moving down your cheek and you shuddered. “I’ve heard you, the things you whisper in my ear while I’m inside you, the promises you’ve uttered while we lay in bed. That’s not fun. That’s forever.”

“Joe, I…please…” you begged, eyes slipping closed when his hand slid under your shirt, splaying over the skin of your back. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Make what harder? Your bullshit break-up? The lies you’re telling me?” His lips molded to yours and your own responded, betraying you, instantly recognizing and wanting him. His forehead pressed against yours with a smile. “See? You love me. So, what is this really about? Why are you trying to destroy a really fucking good thing?”

“You don’t want me,” you cried, eyes slipping closed, tears creating trails of heartbreak down your cheeks. “I can’t be what you need, Joe. Trust me. This is the best thing.”

“Why would you say that? Why would you even think that?”

His arms were around you again, crushing you to his chest. His chin rested on the top of your head, the insanely soft sweater caressing the skin of your cheek. The sweater you were currently soaking with your tears, probably ruining with your smeared make-up but Joe didn’t seem to notice or care as he held you. His grip was like iron, keeping you from pulling away, as if he could stop you from leaving.

“Darling, I want you with every fiber of my being. I have never wanted anything more than I want you, the future we have planned together, the life we’ve dreamed of. You are what I need. You’re all I need. I can’t do this without you.”

“But I can’t give you that future. That dream is nothing but that, a dream, if you stay with me.”

“What are you going on about?”

A sigh of defeat rushed from your lips, knowing you would have to tell him. There was no escaping this. You’d thought you could anger him enough to make him walk away but he’d called your bluff and it was time to put all of your cards on the table. You pulled back as much as you could, tilting your head up to look into his face.

“That doctor’s appointment…it wasn’t just a routine exam. I missed my period. I didn’t think much of it because my periods have always been irregular. But then I missed another one. I thought I might be pregnant but I’m not…I never will be. I’ve also been so tired lately. I’ve had trouble concentrating at work. They ran some tests and I have primary ovulation insufficiency. I don’t ovulate. I can’t have kids, Joe.”

His lips parted, eyes widening in shock. There it was. Now he would know. He would understand. Joe would agree with you. The two of you had dreamed of a future with children. He wanted at least three, a big family. He wanted to be a dad so badly and you couldn’t give that to him. Of course he wouldn’t want you.

“I’m defective,” you whispered, attempting to pull back from him but he simply held on tighter. “I’m broken. You don’t deserve that. How can we be together when I can’t give you the one thing you want more than anything?”

“The one thing I want more than anything is you,” Joe stated, one hand sliding along your back to cup the back of your neck. “I am so sorry. You went through all of this alone? Darling, why didn’t you just tell me? I could have been there for you. I would have gone to the doctor with you.”

“How could I tell you? You’ve made it very clear that you want children, Joe. You have always dreamed of being a dad. You’ve gone on and on about all the things you want to do, the experiences you want your kids to have, when you’re a dad. I knew I was going to lose you if the test didn’t go my way.”

Joe’s face scrunched and you fought the urge to kiss his nose, “Why would you lose me?”

“Joe, are you even listening to me?” you groaned.

“I am. I’ve heard everything that you’ve said. I didn’t fall in love with you because of your ability to give me children. I fell in love with you because you’re perfect for me. You’re everything I could have ever wanted, everything I’ve dreamed of. If we want kids someday, there are ways. We can always adopt.”

“But they wouldn’t be yours,” you argued.

“Of course they would be. Genetics are not everything, sweetheart. Love is. There are so many kids out there who need loving homes, need someone to treat them like the most important person in the world. And we would. You will be an amazing mother, if that’s what you want.”

“I do. I just…I feel like such a failure. My body is incapable of doing the thing that essentially makes me a woman.”

“The ability to birth children does not define who you are,” Joe stated, shaking his head. “Your strength, your kind heart, your beautiful soul…those are what makes you who you are. Anatomy has nothing to do with that. You are the most perfect person I know. There is nothing defective about you.”

“You still want me?” you asked, hardly daring to believe it, terrified the rug would get pulled out from under you the minute you allowed yourself to.

“Of course I do. Darling, there is no one else for me but you,” he asserted, pulling the ring from his pocket once again. “Now, can we try this again?” He opened it, holding it out in front of him. “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me because you are my absolute everything?”

You looked down at the ring and then up into the face of the man you loved. Your friends rolled their eyes when you gushed about how perfect he was but it was true. There was not another man out there who could hold a candle to Joe and there would never be another man for you.

“Yes,” you grinned, nodding. “Yes!”

“That’s the correct answer,” he laughed, one hand grabbing onto your waist, pulling you in for a soft, sweet kiss.

“I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too and we are going to have the most amazing life together,” Joe breathed, sliding the ring onto your left hand. “You and me forever, darling.”

“You and me, forever,” you agreed, wanting nothing more.

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lokis-army-77 · 1 year

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Left behind

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1884

After a funeral, Eddie feels he's being left alone and says some hurtful things to the reader. After some time apart at home, he comes to apologize and is assured by the reader that she will never leave him.

Warning: Talk of death, at a funeral, angst, fluff, Eddie says some mean things.

A/N: I'm so sorry..

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The wind whipped around us and the chill it brought stung like ice. My cheeks had already started to turn pink from the cold, my nose numb and as red as could be. A December afternoon in Indiana is a dreary thing, put a funeral on top of it and it's the physical manifestation of Depression.

I stood just behind Eddie, who was dressed in his only suit with his long hair pulled back in a bun out of his face. My own black dress clung to me in the wind, the bottom hem whipping around at my knees.

The pastor provided by the funeral home spoke in a bored and monotonous tone, by this point I had drowned him out. I was too concerned for Eddie right now to worry about being led to christ while we buried a loved one.

He was hiding it well. No emotion showing on his beautiful face. His eyes almost glazed over as he bored a hole into the casket.

It was a simple thing, the cheapest we could afford. Grey aluminum with the smallest casket spray on top. Those flowers weren't even the nicest and the wind was doing a number on the soft white petals.

Quietly, I placed my hand on Eddie's shoulder, letting him know I was there for him. I felt him stiffen before reluctantly pulling my hand away.

Looking around us, only a hand full of people were gathered. A few guys who worked at the plant and a waitress from the diner we visited almost every Saturday morning.

They all gave me sad smiles when they caught my eye. I gave them one back.

I hadn’t noticed the preacher had stopped talking until a hand was cupping my own. Turning around it was the waitress.

"Saturday mornings sure aren't gonna be the same without him." She squeezed my hand. "I've got a casserole with your name on it, just come on by the diner and I'll bring it out to you."

I shook my head. "No, no, Mrs. Janice, that's too much. You didn't have to do that."

"Oh Hun, you shouldn't have to worry about cooking or finding food when you're going through a loss." She pouted. "Come on by and I'll give it to you and if you need any more, just give me a call."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you." I gave her a tight smile and she left.

Next were the three plant workers who introduced themselves as, Randy, Carl, and Jimmy. They gave their condolences as they shook my hand before taking off.

The Pastor was last. "Mrs. Munson," he started. I only nodded not wanting to correct him on the fact that I wasn't married to Eddie yet, only engaged. "They are going to start lowering the casket. I don't know if you want to watch that but you can if you would like."

"Thank you, I think we might."

"Well then, I'll be on my way. I'm very sorry for your loss." He turned on his heel and followed the others through the cemetery to where all the vehicles had been parked.

I went back to Eddie, who hadn’t moved to talk to anyone.

"Eddie, sweetheart, why don't we go? Hum?" I linked my arm with his.

He didn't budge when I pulled on his arm so I stood there with him as he stared and I watched the men begin to lower the casket into the ground and shovel the mound of dirt back into the hole.

Once they were finished and gone we still stayed standing, looking at the grave with the casket spray decorating the dirt. It was getting colder by the minute since the sun was starting to set and Eddie still hadn't given any sign that he wasn't a statue.

"Eddie?" I question, going to stand in front of him, eyes searching his face. "Eddie please, I need you to say something, move, anything." I couldn’t hide the wobble of worry coming through in my voice.

He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it, then closed it again.

"Want me to give you a minute alone?" He nodded. "Okay. I'll be in the car when you're ready to go."

Slowly I let go of him and braced myself against the wind towards the car. Slipping into the passenger seat, I hurriedly turned the key and started the ignition, thankful for the heater.

Ten minutes later, Eddie opens the driver's side door. The rush of cold air taking away the warmth had me shivering once again.

He sat quietly for a few seconds before suddenly slamming his hand shown onto the steering wheel.

"Fuck!"

I jumped, startled at his outburst. That was the only sign of emotion he had shown since this morning.

"Fuck! fuck! fuck!" Each shout was emphasized by him hitting the wheel.

"Eds, be careful, don't want you hurting yourself."

I reached over pushing his hands down into his lap. His breathing had become rapid and his eyes were no longer glossed over. The haze cleared up and nothing but anger shone through.

"Why do I keep being left alone?"

I place my hand on his shoulder and rub my thumb into the tissue. "What do you mean, baby?"

"Everyone fucking leaves me all alone at some point or another. First, it was my old man, then mom died, and now Wayne." His words were warped with anger and frustration. "You'll probably leave me too. You might at well go now while I'm already in pain. Rip my heart out while it's already broken, it would be better than leading me on."

I shook my head at his words. "Eddie, what are you saying? I'm not going to leave you, ever."

He looks up at me, eyes rimmed in red as tears he's been holding in for days begin to pour.

"Didn't you fucking hear me? Everyone always leaves me." The crack in his voice was only the beginning of Eddie’s breakdown. "I'm just a worthless kid from a worthless family and if you knew any better you would run like hell."

"Eddie don't say that, please. I know it's hard right now but we'll get through this." I tried to comfort him but I didn't know what to say.

"That's easy for you to say, Wayne wasn't your Uncle. He didn't take care of you when you were dropped off at his doorstep because your dad was an abusive asshole and your mother had you get you away from him. He didn't struggle, morning, day, and night just to keep you fed and let himself starve. He wasn’t yours then and he’s not yours now."

Eddies hand came up to swat mine away from him and when he did I placed it in my lap. Too stunned by his words to speak I just sat quietly.

I thought to myself, He doesn't mean to be rude. The man who raised him just died. He needs time and space. He doesn't mean it.

We sit in silence while Eddie drives us back to our apartment. I fiddle my thumbs and sneak careful glances over at him. Silent tears streamed down his face and my fingers itched to wipe them from his cheeks. My heart ached at the sight of him barely holding it together.

“Eddie, maybe I should drive?” The statement came out more as a question as I watched him struggle to stay on one side of the road.

“No.” It came out in a rasp then he cleared his throat. “No, I’m fine. I always drive.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes and stepped on the gas more. After that, the drive went more smoothly. No more veering into the other lane or stopping too long at a red light turned green.

Finally home we went inside. The darkness added to the somber mood and the quietness rang in my ears.

“I’m gonna heat up some dinner, okay?” I spoke, heading into the kitchen to take the leftovers out of the fridge.

Eddie only grunted in response, kicking off his nice shoes and languidly undoing his tie. I listened to him slowly walking to our room before the door clicked shut.

As I stood there, the refrigerator door wide open, I let the slip. A choked cry erupted from my chest and my hands came up suddenly to cover my mouth. I had wanted to be strong for Eddie, a shoulder he could come cry on if he needed, a support for him to fall on. But honestly, I was almost as broken as he was.

Wayne might not have been related to me but when Eddie and I became the best of friends in Junior High, he took me right in. He had looked after me like I had wanted my own father too. He’s the one that finally talked some sense into Eddie and I, separately, and made us realize we liked one another.

None of that was equivalent to what he had with Eddie but what Eddie had said to me in the car had stung and although I knew it was coming from a place of grief, I couldn’t help but cry.

Staggering back into the counter, I slid down them to the floor, head hanging into my knees as I let myself weep, body shaking. It felt good to cry even if my face began to feel puffy and my throat had a huge lump in it.

I don’t know how long I stayed like that, but when the fridge door finally closed and a warm body sat next to me on the kitchen floor, I realized that my body ached from being there and my tears had all but dried up.

Eddie slung his arm over my back, pulling me in closer to him, his other hand smoothed back my hair, fingers catching in the knots.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” He apologized.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled into my legs. “You were just letting out your emotions.”

“Even so, I shouldn't have said what I did. It was unfair of me.” He sniffled.

Looking up my puffy swollen face met his and I gave him a short sorrowful smile. He gave me one back.

“Eddie, truly, you don't have to apologize.” I sit up and lean into him. “I should have just given you some space.”

He shook his head but didn’t reply, I think he knew arguing with me would yield nothing. We held each other on the floor for a while longer before finally I stood to my feet, reached down for his hand, and pulled him up.

“I love you Eddie Munson and I promise I will never leave you.” I gently lace my fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, he had let it down from its bun at some point, and pulled him down to my lips. Kissing him like this, soft and sweet and full of all the love I could give, felt wonderful. Like being cleansed of all your worry and strife with white-hot fire.

“God, you’re too good for me Sweetheart. I really don’t know what I would do without you.” He pulled away, cupping my face in his hands.

“You won’t ever have to find out.”

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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Joe with those glasses 😩 the whore in me came out! Anyways imagine the reader being like woah the first time she sees him with his glasses on. He’s usually in his contacts but let’s say he got tired and decided to wear his glasses for the day, and reader knew she had a sexy and handsome boyfriend but she didn’t knew how him with glasses would make him more sexier than he already is. Let’s just say Joe know the effect it has on her and well and well now the rule is that the glasses stay on during sex!

my requests are closed but fuuuuuck ok here we go Wordcount: 1.3K

His glasses

"Stop giving me those eyes," Joe warned after asking you a question, two jars in his hands, right in the middle of a supermarket isle. You hadn't answered but instead had perched an elbow on your shopping cart and rested your head in a hand, granting yourself a moment to stare at him as he studied the backs of two pickle jars.

It was only 10 in the morning, but you were all sorts of riled up. It was those glasses. You knew it. Joe was sexy, but Joe in his glasses? Oof. Illegal. Straight to jail. Joe wore them around the house for brief moments sometimes, but today, Joe'd decided to take them outside, past the threshold of his flat, and you couldn't believe it.

"Wait, what are you..." you'd asked him when you saw him ready to walk out with them still on.

"What? Oh. It's just easier, come on, let's go,"

Suddenly, Bedroom Joey was out in public, stood here in front of you in the middle of a supermarket, fretting over what difference two pickle brands made besides the price of them. How could Joe expect you to separate the frames from their usual surroundings and... activities?

"Which one do you think looks better?" he asked, holding both jars up to you again, like you cared at all.

You kept staring with an impossibly wide smile on your face and with thoughts far away from the conversation Joe tried to have with you.

Joe waited two more seconds for you to answer before he sighed with annoyance and removed the glasses from his face, pushing them up into his hair, making you almost whimper at the loss of them on his nose.

"No-" you whined.

"Which one?" Joe interrupted, looking at you like a disappointed schoolteacher and you were quick to grab one of the jars from his hands to place in your cart.

"Please put them back on," you were about to reach for them yourself, but Joe swatted your hands away quickly before lowering the specs back onto his face himself.

"You're ridiculous," Joe laughed, linking arms with you. And maybe you were. But had he not seen himself? Had everyone not seen Joe Quinn in glasses?

"Pub lunch?" he offered after your morning shop, and a small gasp left your lips. Joe was going to take the glasses into a pub with you? You were going to stray even further from your bedroom with Bedroom Joey? Was this man even fucking thinking straight? "Sure," you casually replied, hoping any sign of you being too into it would prompt him to leave them at home.

But he hadn't.

You were sat across from him as his eyes scanned over the menu, and your mind ran wild with the most inappropriate of fantasies. Up until this point, you'd been very above having sex in public. But now, everything was up for debate. It didn't help that Joe was wearing a fuzzy jumper too. Holy hell, what had gotten into his head this morning?

"Don't!" Joe said sternly as you used a foot under the table to press onto his seat in between his thighs, not even looking up from the menu. You only stilled for a second before carrying on, sliding down your seat slightly to be able to reach, making Joe jolt in his seat.

"Oh my God, stop," Joe laughed as he tried to keep his voice down.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom..." you said, elongating your words to really bring your point across as you moved in your seat, getting ready to get up.

"Meet me in-"

"No, you're not," Joe made big eyes at you, a smile playing at his lips, absolutely shocked at your behaviour. "We're having lunch. Sit." Joe looked at you over his glasses, and what the fuck, it just made everything so much worse.

"Meet me in 3 minutes." you finished your sentence, your face showing a weird mixture of arousal, anger and confident determination. Joe hadn't seen it from you before and watched you walk away, disappearing up a set of stairs to the toilets. He then looked around, checking to see if anyone had either seen or heard what had just transpired at his table before abandoning it completely and flying up the stairs, taking two at a time.

You stood waiting in the women's bathroom, praying that the first person to walk in after you would be Joe and not a random woman who actually had to use the facilities for what they were meant for. You sighed a breath of relief when the door opened and you saw Joe carefully peep his head around it. His beautiful head. With those beautiful glasses. Upon seeing you he scurried over and before you could even close the stall door behind you, Joe's lips were on your mouth in a heated kiss. Not wanting to break away, you fumbled your hands around until you were able to lock the door.

You used both hands to pull at Joe's collar that had now made its way out of the neckline of his jumper, pressing your lips harshly into his. Your nose pushed into his cheek, just underneath the rim of his glasses, and Joe made the grave mistake of reaching for them to get them out of the way.

"Don't you fucking dare," you panted into Joe's mouth, yours wide agape, his spread into a wicked grin that bit into his bottom lip as your hurried hands made sure he kept those specs in place.

"Yes ma'am," Joe complied, rushing to quickly unbutton his trousers with the gentlest touch he could manage. They were expensive and he wasn't going to be the one to explain to his stylist how he broke the zipper in the toilet stall of a pub. Joe breathed heavily and it fogged up his glasses a little. It made you moan at the sight.

"Thinks he can just casually walk around with them on, out and about, like it's no big deal," you had already hiked up your dress and had stuck the bottom hem of it into your cleavage so it would stay out of the way. It made Joe snicker a little.

"Resourceful," he said, shifting your panties to the side with the tip of his tongue stuck to his upper lip.

"Always," you said, sneaking your hands past the waistband of his boxer briefs, gasping at how hard he was already. "Jesus Christ, Joe," he was quite literally throbbing in your grip. "You've been groaning at me for hours," Joe reasoned, revealing he was well aware of the effect he'd been having on you all day and he didn't waste any more time, gripping one of your legs and placing your foot onto the toilet seat.

"Gross," you mustered before Joe captured your mouth in another hungry kiss, slowly tilting his hips to slide himself slide along your folds a couple of times.

"Don't think about it," he said before he let himself find your entrance, locking eyes with you and then slowly sliding in, making your jaw drop. Joe was fast to plant a palm over your opened mouth, knowing sound would escape it any second.

"So I guess I'll wear these more often," he whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours, locking his glasses in between your faces, the plastic rim of them leaving marks on the both of you and he steadily picked up his pace.

You shook your head, barely able to get the word no past your lips as you looked at him, making strong eye contact through the lenses.

"It'll be the death of me," you panted, trying your very best to keep your voice down, moans and groans held back in your throat, fighting their way out of you any chance they got.

Joe chuckled lowly, "And what a heavenly way to go.".

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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I firmly believe with my whole heart that Joe is a little manwhore in bed. 💀

He’d give you the best head of your life. He wouldn’t stop until you begged him to, constantly latching onto your clit, tongue flickering, lips sucking and teeth nibbling down onto it. Plunging his tongue through your aching hole and lapping up your slick, vibrations go through you at his humming approval. His main goal in life is to please you and when his thick fingers make an appearance and he curls them upward, stretching out your walls slightly, making you hiss yet arch your back in a heavenly state; you could simply die a happy girl.

His communication skills are next level, nothing short of a top tier listening experience. He’d go from whispering sweet nothings in your ear, letting you know how much of a good girl you were to calling you a slut in a minute. He’d praise you yet shame you. He’d love you yet defile you. It’s the best of both worlds. You just know that his moans and little whimpers and above all the full on use of profanities that bounce across the walls during would be enough to make your core explode.

He’d rather give than take, yet you see a whole new side to him when you’re on your knees sucking his length. His submissive side comes out and he’s groaning for you to fuck him with your pretty little mouth and when he practically begs for you to stop and you don’t, the way his breathing hitches and his whimpers become small cries, it’s the most demeaning yet sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You love to edge him and let him blow up, watching his body shake, toes curl, bottom lip bit down and eyes rolling back is a whole show he puts on, it’s a whole view and it’s worth the watch.

He doesn’t let you ever settle when he pushes inside of you, instead just rams his dick through your sodden entrance and fucks you senseless even if you protested that you couldn’t take anymore, breeding you in any and every position until he was completely spent. It’s evident that he’d worship the ground you walked on and one of his ways to show you is just by railing you into an eternal bliss. He’d still not feel like he’s shown you the true entity of his feelings, but you know you’ve got forever and there’s a whole load more where that came from; no pun intended.

And yes his favourite place to cum is inside of you, but he’s not opposed at making a mess elsewhere on your body, but he loves to see it when you clean up your own and his mess afterwards, sucking on your own and his fingers makes his eyes beam and his smile cheeky when you swallow the contents of your actions.

Just an assumption of course, though also the complete and whole damn truth 😵‍💫

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demonsanddemogorgons · 4 months

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Most Precious Gift - A Joseph Quinn Christmas One-Shot

Just a little Christmas blurb I came up with. Enjoy.

It's almost Christmas and you just aren't in the mood for it without Joe around.

Word Count: 2k

18+ for language and mild/implied smut

It was the day before Christmas Eve, and you were at home getting dressed for your ultrasound shift at the hospital. Joe had been away for about a month for filming his new movie. You missed him beyond description, but you knew he still had work left to do. You walked through the kitchen to your entryway to put your shoes on, completely ignoring the undecorated state of your house. There was no point in decorating since Joe couldn’t be there to enjoy it with you. Your friends kept asking what you were doing for Christmas, and you were tired of responding with I don’t know, probably just stay home. They encouraged you to fly to where you grew up to be with your family since Joe wasn’t home, but you just weren’t feeling it. Spending the holidays without him just didn’t feel right, even if you were still with people you loved. You couldn’t wait for it all to be over so everyone’s cheer would stop making you want to vomit. Scrooge wasn’t half bad; he just wanted everyone to shut up about how happy they were. Holly Jolly was waaaaaay on the other side of the emotional spectrum from where you were.

You headed out to your car and began the drive to work, losing focus, wondering how Joe was doing, what he was doing right now in Malta, how filming was coming along. He hadn’t called or texted in two days; you tried not to be upset about it because you knew he was busy, and it was difficult with time changes. It was just hard being alone for so long and so close to Christmas.

You got to work and tried distracting yourself by indulging in it. If a patient arrived, you took them for their scan before a coworker even had a chance to get out of their chair. After a few hours of this, they began to notice.

“You’ve done like double the number of patients today that is typical, and we haven’t done anything. Take it easy, there’s three of us here today. You don’t need to overwhelm yourself,” your coworker Maddie said to you. You let your lips turn up into a small, not very reassuring smile.

“I’m just trying to focus on something else besides Joe,” you replied, feeling tears well up in your eyes and trying to hold them back.

“I’m sorry,” she said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “Being apart is never easy, but you don’t have to be alone. I’m having a Christmas Eve party tomorrow night. Why don’t you come over? I’m planning drinking games,” she smirked, nudging you with a giggle.

"I really appreciate that, Maddie, but I’m just not feeling it this year. I’d rather just stay on my couch and pretend it’s any other normal day.”

“Ignoring something doesn’t make it go away,” she said, her tone changing. You knew she was trying to be supportive, but you were getting that from everyone lately, and you were a bit over it. You were too emotionally disconnected at this point for anything to make an impact. You nodded and turned back to the computer to finish your paperwork on your last patient, trying to politely signal to her that the conversation was over. “Please let me do the next one. I really don’t want the supervisor asking why you did way more than the rest of us today,” she said as she walked back over to her chair, realizing you just needed left alone in your element.

You finished out your shift after trying to let Maddie and Lexie share some of the work, regardless of your apprehension.

“If you change your mind, the party is at 6 tomorrow at my place,” Maddie said as you were gathering your things and putting your coat on.

“Thanks,” you said somberly. You did appreciate her efforts deep down; it was nice to have someone to look out for you.

You headed home, eager to put on your fuzzy pajamas, fix yourself a cup of hot cocoa and plant your ass on the couch for the next two days. When you pulled into your driveway, your eyes were drawn to the front window where you could see twinkling lights. Upon looking closer, you saw your Christmas tree decorated and lit.

“What the...” you said out loud to yourself, trailing off. What? Who? How? You climbed out of your car and headed towards the door. Once getting inside, you took your shoes off on the welcome mat in the entry way and hung your coat on the hook, making your way into the kitchen. It was decorated with Christmas knick-knacks and tea towels – all kinds of things you had packed away in the basement and didn’t bother to get out this year. You passed through to the living room, seeing the Christmas tree decorated and lit, an evergreen garland lying out over the fireplace mantle with lights strung throughout it, stockings hanging, more knick-knacks set out, a Christmas blanket laid neatly on back of the couch, the works. Your heart swelled at the sight; you could feel that familiar feeling you normally got during the Christmas season washing warmth over you. But who-

Just then in your peripheral vision, you saw a figure pass into the room through the doorway beside the Christmas tree from the stairway. Your eyes changed focus to see Joe standing there, dressed in a Christmas sweater and jeans. It took you a minute to process what you were seeing so you were frozen, staring for a moment as your eyes widened.

“J-Joe?” was all you could muster out.

“Hey, lovey,” he said, making his way closer to you. He put his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. You rested your head on his chest, pressing your face into him as he hugged you. Okay, he really is here. I can touch him, feel him, smell him. You pulled away and looked up into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you were filming.”

He put his hand on your cheek and brushed his thumb along it.

“We got some things done ahead of schedule, so they gave us a break for the holiday,” he responded quietly and soothingly, looking down into your eyes with the most loving look.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re actually here,” you said with a giggle.

“Maybe this will help then, yeah?” he said with a smirk as he leaned in and put his lips on yours. Fireworks exploded in your head. You’d missed him so much, and every time he kissed you felt like the first time. Your lips parted slightly to allow his tongue to enter, running along your bottom lip. You hummed in response, moving your arms up to be around his neck and pull him closer as your lips worked in unison. You pulled away slowly and leaned your forehead against his.

“God, I’ve missed that,” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled, rubbing his hands on your lower back as he held you close.

“I’ve missed you so much, too, darling.”

You pulled back a little to take another look at your freshly decorated house.

“Did you do all of this?” you asked even though you already knew the answer.

“Of course I did, baby. You love Christmas, why didn’t you decorate?”

You sighed and put your hands on his forearms, running your thumbs over them lovingly.

“I couldn’t, not without you. I hate celebrating knowing you’re working and can’t be here to enjoy it with me.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“I’m here now, love. I was hoping to catch you before you went to work, but my flight got delayed. I arrived not long after you left and saw the house undecorated. It made me so sad, darling; I know how much you love it to be. So, I decided to surprise you.”

You smiled up at him and pulled him in for another hug.

“Thank you. God, I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve everything, my love. And this isn’t the whole surprise.”

You pulled out of the hug and looked up at him in confusion.

“C’mere,” he said, dragging you to the kitchen pantry. He opened the door to show ingredients for cookies. “I thought we could spend the day together tomorrow baking Christmas cookies. I got everything for snickerdoodles, peanut butter cookies, those ones you like with the chocolate kiss in the middle. And for tonight, I got out the electric blanket and some chocolate covered pretzels. I’ll make up some hot cocoa, and we can watch Rudolph and Frosty together.”

Like the Grinch, you could feel your heart growing three sizes at his words. He was bringing the Christmas excitement back into you.

“Joe, that sounds perfect.” You pulled him in for another tender kiss. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

“I love you so much, and I’m so glad you’re home. That’s the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

You looked up at him with a smirk.

“I have to be honest, Joe. I had a Christmas surprise put away for you that I didn’t expect to need, but now that you’re home...” you trailed off as he looked at you with a confused face. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll meet you in the living room.”

“Alright, love.” Joe reluctantly headed for the couch while you ran upstairs. What could she possibly be doing? You were gone for over five minutes when he began to wonder what was going on. He walked over to the bottom of the stairs and looked up.

“Darling? You alright?” he called.

“Yeah,” your voice echoed from the bedroom. “Almost done.”

Joe stood there confused, but his attention was quickly caught by you standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a red bra and panties with white fluffy borders under an open red silk wrap, matching thigh high socks, and a Santa hat. You’d gotten a Christmas lingerie set to wear for him but didn’t expect to be using in this year since he wasn’t supposed to be home. His mouth fell open a little and his eyes widened as he watched you make your way down the stairs. Once you got to the second step from the bottom, he stood in front of you and looked up at you, as if to worship you, while reaching for you. He wrapped his arms around your thighs under your butt and lifted you to him. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked down at him. He placed kisses on your collarbone and chest.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your skin as he kissed, making you shiver. He was reacting exactly how you’d hoped he would. “Darling, I’d like to live to make it to Christmas,” he joked, earning a giggle from you.

“I don’t know, I think you’ll feel pretty alive after this,” you smirked, leaning down to kiss him.

He carried you back to the living room, his lips continuing their work on yours. He pulled away to throw you on your back onto the couch, and climbed down so he was hovering over you.

“I’ve been such a good boy,” he said softly, earning a smile and a giggle from you as he began kissing down your body, unwrapping his most precious gift with extreme care.

My Master List

The two cups of hot cocoa he had made while you were upstairs sat forgotten on the end table as red fabric was tossed onto the floor. Joe managed to bring the Christmas warmth and spirit back into you in more ways than one. You were truly a different person when he was around; he made you better in every aspect – sight, thoughts, actions. You didn’t need gifts to feel loved and appreciated. Joe was good at making you feel that way all on his own. He was the best gift you could have ever received, for any holiday.

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pedroschka · 10 months

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Baby got a temper

Joseph Quinn x reader (but basically just pure dad!joe)

Summary: a day in life of Joe and his toddler

it's been a while I'm sorryyy, I hope writer's block is unblocked now and I can finally finish all my Wip's, I feel much better right now

Surrounded by various pieces of paper and crayons Joe lies sprawled out on the living room floor with his little mini me beside him, both more or less concentrating as they busy themselves with drawing

You've been gone to a birthday party for your friend and that leaves him with a hopefully unadventurous father-and-son day, enjoying the quietness of his kid beside him while it lasts.

Unbothered as his son keeps walking around, looking for another colour, waddling over his paper before plopping down onto Joe's back and watching for a few seconds what his father's drawing before getting bored and sitting down in front of his own paper again, mimicking his dad by poking his tongue out while trying very hard to draw a perfectly round circle.

"Tadaa" Joe holds up his finished drawing, a scrawly drawn teddy bear with a green head and red bow tie, and shows it to his son, getting an unimpressed "humph" before holding his own paper up, a big mess of color and forms

" Oh this looks fun, what is it ?"

Wrong question.

His little face turns into a frown and he throws the crayon in his hand down in frustration, right on the paper in front of him leaving a bright red stroke over his painting, making the situation even worse and tears flooding his eyes

"A teddy!" the wailing begins and his small face starts to turn red, and Joe quickly tries to deescalate the situation again

"Of course! Silly me, Daddy forgot his glasses again. It's a very beautiful teddy! And so colorful!"

grabbing the eraser he demonstrates to his son that the stroke is now gone and everything is fine again, promising to show his art right when mommy comes back home and pinning it on the fridge so everybody can see

Cuddling his mini-me into his chest and drying his tears he reckons that now is the perfect time for lunch, carrying the little highchair to the kitchen island so his son can help prepare his food.

Talking him through the steps as he helps him hold the butter knife while cutting the banana into slices, both of them keep snacking and leaving the plate a little less full-looking.

As his attention span seems to be at his peak again Joe let him go off to play again, keeping an eye on him as he continued preparing lunch for the two of them

Joe still makes the mistake of opening the wrong drawers and cabinets, always forgetting that you two had to stack up everything in the highest drawers after the flour fiasco a few weeks ago when his baby was very set on helping you bake and accidentally spilled the flour all over him, leaving you and Joe a frantic mess trying to calm him down again which required a full bath and a cuddle session after to stop his hysterical crying that started to hurt your ears and your heart.

After lunch it's potty time, a routine you both try to stick with to potty train him, sitting him down and having to stay with him in the bathroom, Joe often gets told how intense his eye contact can be but his son is a whole new level, looking up with his deep brown eyes, probably pooping while staring into your soul.

Joe as always loses the staring contest when his son informs him to be finished with a small "done", praising him like he just won an Oscar he grabs a new toilet roll, ripping off a few sheets before hanging it back onto the wall not expecting the screech that followed his action and looking startled at his son

his son looks at him with a comical shocking expression before starting a whole tantrum, screaming, and shaking his arms around while Joe watches helplessly and completely lost of what just happened that could cause this complete mood change

" hey hey what's the matter little man, did you hurt yourself?"

Shaking his head and hiccuping, emotions flowing over and making it hard to articulate properly, leaving Joe to play the guessing game

After a few more questions and checking on him to really make sure that nothing was hurt his little one nearly stabs him in the eye with an accusing finger at the toilet roll and screeched "It's the wrong way!!" Before stomping his tiny feet into the floor in frustration

Like a light bulb going off in Joe's head he puts two and two together, wanting to facepalm himself, having had the discussion of the " wrong side facing toilet roll" with you already on your first date but a whole tantrum about it was new to him, but he was sure he learned his lesson now

joe quickly fixes his mistake "I'm sorry I didn't know, here now it hangs the right way"

but his son just folded his little arms in front of him and pouted back at his dad, shaking his head again

"No, it's dirty now!"

"It's not, look? It hasn't touched the wall yet, all clean for your little butt "

Joe showed the few toilet paper sheets to him to inspect, wanting to roll his eyes when his son even looks under the paper before reluctantly letting Joe finally clean him up

But no matter how challenging life with a toddler could get there are also always these moments he wanted to treasure, laying in bed at night with you snuggled to his side, getting woken up by clumsy tiny feet trying to navigate through the dark until his son is crawling over him and starfishing himself right in between you two and falls asleep with a content sigh and Joe swears he's the happiest man on earth.

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ediewentmissing · 1 year

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“eh, what the foock is this?”

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harrywavycurly · 10 months

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Sarah I just need some random fluffy Joe texts please🥺 I miss him.

Hiii babes!! I get it, I miss him too so I hope you enjoy this!💖

*You just wanna know if Joe is busy or not so you can have dinner together*

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munsonsgirl71 · 1 year

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Part 1: Satan

A/N: Hehe I told y'all I had something new! Enjoy!!

If you don't like RPF keep scrolling... I do not care. 🤎

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 9 months

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Easy Like Sunday Morning

Pairing: JoeQuinnXFemReader

Request: No pressure but can I request joe Quinn x reader we're it's Joe's day off and he wants to spend the day in bed with reader can it fluff maybe with some smut 🫣

18+ Only

The morning sun struck your eyes and you turned your face, burying it against the warmth next to you to avoid the offending rays. Arms came around you, pulling you in close, you gladly allowing it, melting into the comfort of your boyfriend. Your cheek rested against his skin and you were fading back into sweet oblivion with each rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, still slumbering deeply.

An hour later, you stirred again, the sun was now past the point of offensively glaring through the blinds. You made to roll away but iron arms held you tightly, refusing to let you go. Glancing up, you noticed the smirk that lifted the corner of your boyfriend’s mouth, letting you know that he was no longer asleep and was very aware of what he was doing right now.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as you soaked in the sight of him against the pillow. Soft brown curls that felt so good between your fingers, mussed and wild after a night of sleep. Long lashes rested on his cheekbones, lids concealing those beautiful eyes from you, eyes the color of a soothing cup of a tea after a long day. Full lips, damn they were so perfect, molding to yours, devouring you like a delectable dessert. You ran your finger along every feature of his face as you just laid and admired him.

A hand caught your wrist, bringing your palm to his mouth, planting a kiss in the very center, “What are you doing, love?”

“Just thinking about how goddamn beautiful you are,” you replied softly, “and wondering how I got to lucky that I get to be the one to call you mine.”

Joe’s head rolled on the pillow, sleepy eyes opened, and there they were, those brown eyes dancing with amusement as he booped your nose, “You’re absurd.”

“Nope, am not,” you insisted, resting your chin on his chest. “Trust me, I am by far not the only woman in the world who thinks you’re perfect. You’d think you’d realize that by now.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes, “Please, they’re absurd too. I am just some normal bloke from London. I’m not Brad Pitt or something.”

“No, you’re better,” you grinned, pushing off with your toes to get closer to his face. “Brad Pitt, who?”

You pressed your lips to his and his arms came around you, rolling you onto your back as he laughed, a rumble deep within his chest that you could feel vibrating through your entire body. Pressing his fists into the mattress on either side of your head, he gazed down at you with the most adoring expression. It was hard to doubt how Joe felt about you when he looked at you like that, like you were the most precious thing in the entire world to him. You cradled his face in your hands, running your thumbs over the short beard he was sporting.

“So, what should we do today?” you asked with an eager smile. “A whole Sunday to ourselves…nothing on your calendar. What would you like to do with your hours of free time, Mr. Quinn?”

Those lips curved into a mischievous grin before he ducked his head, nose running along the line of your jaw. “I want to do bugger-all, darling, but lie in this bed with you all day.” His nose followed the line of your throat. “We can watch movies, order in, and just lie around all day. But there is one thing I would like to do with my free time.” Joe’s teeth raked over your neck, his hand tracing the curves of your body, slipping under the sheet, fingers moving along your ribs. “How does that sound, beautiful?”

“Perfect,” you gasped as his fingers grazed your breasts, thumb moving over your nipple, teasing it into a hard, firm peak.

Your fingers moved through his hair, gripping as his lips traveled along your body, moving ever south, dragging the sheet down as he exposed each inch to his lips, tongue, and teeth. Everywhere they touched ignited your body, tiny fire licking at your skin, scorching you, your center aching with need.

Joe’s fingers slid your folds as his teeth nipped at flesh, leaving love bites, marks that you would marvel at later in the mirror, flushed with the confirmation that you were his. When he circled your clit, you cried out, hips rolling.

“Does that feel good, darling?” Joe asked softly, kissing his way back up your body.

“Yes,” you whispered, one hand still tangled in his hair when his tongue ran along your lower lip and you opened yourself up to him completely, allowing him to invade your body, willing to give him complete access, whatever he wanted.

Joe’s fingers expertly teased, circling, rubbing, flicking, squeezing as you gasped and writhed beneath him. His nose nuzzled over your cheek, his lips pulled your earlobe, teasing it between his teeth before he whispered, “That’s it, darling. I fucking love the noises you make.”

“Joe,” you whimpered, your hips now rocking on their own, out of your control, your body seeking the release it so desperately needed.

He reached out, grabbing your chin with his free hand, turning your face to his, “Look at me, love. I want to watch you lose control. You’re close, aren’t you darling?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m so close…I’m so…shhhiiiittt! Joe!”

Your hips bucked off the bed, back arching, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your body shuddered through your release. Joe was right at your ear, praising you, whispering, as if you had any control of what your body did in this moment.

“So good for me, darling. Fuck, you’re stunning when you fall apart for me.”

And then he was pulling you into his body, your back pressed against his chest, his cock pressing into you, filling you, stretching you before you’d even completely come down from your high. The sensation was ever more heightened as your walls continued to pulse, this time with something to grip around.

Your fingers grabbed onto the sheet, clawing, desperate for purchase as Joe gripped your hip, rocking up into you. He grunted, rutting deep within, hitting that space inside you that had your vision going white before your eyes.

“Fuck, love, you feel so good,” he groaned, pressing deep within and stilling, fingertips pressing hard against the flesh of your hip. “So bloody good…Jesus…”

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, needed him to move, to do something, he did. Joe’s hips rocked again, harder and faster, his pelvis smacking audibly against your ass. His hand slid from your hip, along her stomach, coming to cup your breast, gripping it like a handhold as he thrust forcefully. You could hear his breath, ragged and raspy in your ear as he wrapped himself around you, letting you know he was close.

“Darling…shit…damn…Jesus…” he muttered, a string of curses brushing over the shell of your ear. His hips came crashing against yours once, twice, and the third time he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him as he filled you with his release, his body trembling around you. He gasped, brushing the hair from your neck, burying his face there. “Jesus Christ…fuck me…”

You giggled, nestling yourself into him, still buried deep inside you, thinking you wouldn’t mind staying like that for a while, just being connected at the most intimate level possible. He nuzzled against your neck, rumbling, a deep satisfied sound.

“Mmm…you hungry, darling? Want me to make us some breakfast in bed?”

“Yes please,” you nodded, turning your head to kiss his lips.

“Alright, coming right up. Got to get some sustenance and some caffeine, build that strength back up before round two, huh?”

He rose from the bed, completely naked and not caring, shooting you a wink before heading in the kitchen. You laid there, head on the pillow, admiring your boyfriend’s cute ass as he walked away, once again asking how you got so damn lucky to call that yours.

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munsonfire · 4 months

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i love him.

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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I've Got You

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your flatmate have perfected the art of wingmanship for one another. It's a great system that seems to work every single time, until you're left unsatisfied.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, eventual smut

Author’s note: baby's first smutty series - no smut in part one yet, but there's four more coming and i'm eXCITED (rewritten on 13 nov 2023) Wordcount: 2.4K

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

“Hey, I’ve got the flat tonight,” Joe leant his full upper body onto and over the bar, making sure you could hear him over the music, interrupting your focus on whoever was kissing your neck.

I’m busy fuck off, was your first thought, and you frowned in annoyance. You didn’t need Joe so close, shouting so close to your ear.

You turned your head slightly to meet your friend’s eyes and saw the pretty girl behind him that you’d introduced him to about an hour earlier. You were sat on a barstool on the short side of the bar, with a man who you’d smiled at about fifteen minutes ago latched onto you.

That’s how it worked.

You smile at a guy, get him to order you a drink, then reward him by allowing him to suck love bites into your neck.

Easy maths.

Joe just needed confirming you weren’t going to be taking this random dude back to your flat.

He didn’t want you walking in on him with his hook-up later.

Joe bit into his bottom lip as he smiled at you, amused by how cross you seemed, and you waved him off with a frown. Couldn’t Joe see you were too busy focusing on the lips that were sucking bruises into the area between the back of your ear and your hair? Too busy focusing on the hand that was inching up your inner thigh below the bar?

Joe’s grin grew at your dismissal of him.

Good.

He had the flat tonight.

“Have fun you two,” he slapped the bar with a flat hand and made your hook-up break free from you to look at him.

“She’d love another gin and tonic,” Joe said to him as he pointed at your empty glass.

With two people glaring at him now, Joe smiled before holding his hand up in a wave and walking out, dragging the pretty girl out behind him.

You held up your middle finger at your flatmate until he was out the door.

It had been a long, exhausting week, and when you’d gotten home from work that day, there’d been loud music playing. You’d heard the shower going, and upon slamming the door shut, Joe had shouted “Hey! We’re going out!” at you from the bathroom.

“What did we say about bathroom activities and locking the door?” you fanned through some closed envelopes you’d taken from your mailbox as you stood in front of the open bathroom door.

“I’m not on the toilet,” Joe quipped as he popped his head around the shower curtain, the shampoo in his curls leaving suds on the plastic. He looked you up and down, the wear and tear of the day clearly visible on you.

“Have a beer, then start getting ready.”

You sighed deeply, dragged it out until your lungs were completely empty. You could feel how tired you were in your bones. In the balls of your feet. In the pressure you felt throbbing inside of your skull.

“I’ve got a pint of ice cream that’s been telepathically sending me messages all day,” you were absolutely ready to get into your pyjamas and fall asleep curled up on the sofa watching bad TV.

“No!” Joe frowned, pouted a little.

“No ice cream. We’re going out! Tonight!” Joe revealed a wet arm from behind he curtain that he used to tensely point down at the floor.

“It’s caramel core, Joe...” you gave him your best tilted puppy dog face.

Joe paused a second to scan you.

You looked like you needed ice cream, if he was being honest. Then, he quickly disappeared behind the shower curtain again.

“Okay, fine. Have a little ice cream, but then after, start getting ready!”

You huffed a laugh as you closed the bathroom door and rolled your eyes at your flatmate. You hovered there a second, gave yourself time to consider the options here before concluding that you didn’t really know who you were trying to fool.

You hadn’t had sex– wait, no. You hadn’t had good sex in a while, so going out and chancing getting some didn’t sound like the worst idea.

You made sure to get a couple of good spoonfuls of caramel core ice cream into your system before cracking open a drink and getting ready for a night out.

About an hour later you were stood in the hallway, slung your coat back on, and let your flatmate guide you out of your flat into the night.

On your way to get drunk.

It was weird how this household worked, but this is what you and Joe did. It was weirder that you called it a household, it being just the two of you, but, it was whatever.

It was busy at the bar you ended up at. There was a good crowd out, and you were quick to get an order in.

Sitting down on barstools and facing out to scan the dance floor, you sipped your drinks as you both let your eyes make snap judgements of strangers. You were always looking for the golden triangle in a man: strong arms, kind face, and tall. Taller than you, at least. How quickly they could then chat you into bed would completely depend on how drunk and giggly they’d leave you.

“I’m so sorry,” Joe said, and you turned to see him give you an empathetic look.

“I’m afraid everyone here’s uglier than me, so,” he sighed, then said, “I guess I'll have to do. If you want, we could just call it a night right now?” and Joe pretended to want to get up to leave.

You grinned, plastic straw slotted in between your teeth, and you gave him a shove.

“Idiot.”

It hadn’t taken long for Joe to nod his head towards a girl he’d spotted. You’d followed his eyes and when you saw her, you dropped your face and gave him a deadpan stare.

“Of course,”

Men were all the fucking same, weren’t they? It was always the impossibly slim, incredibly gorgeous girl. The girl that was pretty in a way you couldn't really ignore. The type of girl you knew also looked stunning three seconds after waking up, hungover or not.

You were not that type of girl.

“What?” Joe asked defensively, but you detected his smile. Stupid little smirk that tried to hide just under the surface, but couldn’t. Never could.

“You’re so fucking predictable,” you held both your hands up as claws in front of his face in faux frustration, and you laughed.

When you saw that the girl Joe’d gestured towards was on her way to the toilets, you were quick to get up to follow her.

“Get me another gin and tonic, and order some shots, I’ll have her here in a minute,” you were nothing if not a good wingman.

“I’ve got you.”

Joe smacked your ass as a thank you, making you throw him a scolding look over your shoulder. And just like Joe, you couldn’t hide your smile either.

You’d been right.

Befriending her had been easy; you gave her lots of compliments and laced them with jealousy so she felt the need to compliment you back.

Boom.

Instant best friends for life, because that was how that worked with drunk girls.

Then you asked her if she’d already done shots that night and dragged her over to Joe without waiting for an answer. The vague idea of a fun time was enough to have her follow you blindly.

Then you’d introduced her to Joe, gave your best casual sales pitch before taking your gin and tonic and slipping away from them, leaving Joe to flirt his own way into her pants.

It worked.

It worked every single time.

Early the next morning you felt worse walking up the stairs to your flat than you’d done the night before, when you’d gotten back from work.

Bones more achy, head more throbby.

You were going to spend the whole weekend in bed and couldn’t fucking wait to get inside.

Just as you were about to fetch your keys to open the door, you heard it unlock and were greeted by the girl from the bar from the night before.

“Oh, hi,” she jumped slightly when she saw you, and then awkwardly smiled. You weren’t sure if she even remembered you.

“Hi,” you said back, and for a moment, she just stood in your doorway and looked at you expectantly.

“Sorry, I live here, Joe’s my flatmate,” you said, pushing the door open beside her, and she immediately stepped aside for you, to let you in.

“Sorry! I’m just, I’m on my way out,” she smiled apologetically, sort of embarrassed, and looked just as disheveled as you did.

You would’ve mentally made fun of the fact that she was in fact not one of those girls that looked effortlessly amazing in the morning, but you weren’t one to talk. You were both in outfits from last night, both had hair all out of place and both had thick mascara smudged underneath your lashes.

You smiled politely as you stepped around each other, her onto the doormat in the communal hallway, you in your own flat.

“Hey, um,” she stopped you just as you were about to shut the door.

“Could you… could you give me his number? I just realized he never gave it to me...”

For a second you just looked at her, admiring the balls she had to outwardly ask you for Joe’s phone number. Just for that alone, you really wanted her to just have it. But the fact that she didn’t already have it meant that Joe probably didn’t want her to have it in the first place, so you couldn’t.

“You know what? Give me yours. I’ll pass it on.”

A classic line that you had used many times before. Girls were always eager to write their name and number on a random scrap piece of paper you’d rip from an old envelope to give to Joe. Which you then never did.

After closing the door behind you, you took heavy, tired steps into Joe’s bedroom and let yourself fall onto his bed face first, still in your coat and shoes, on the spot where seconds ago someone else had woken up. The creaking of the mattress made enough noise for Joe to jolt awake, and he groaned a little at the movement of his bed.

“I’m getting the flat for at least the next two months,” you spoke into the pillow when you saw Joe carefully open a squinty eye to check if it was you beside him. There was a second of relief at the fact that it was just you, but then your words registered, and it was replaced with a small, sleepy smile.

“What was it this time?” Joe grunted as he rolled over onto his back.

“I had to share the bed with a dog,” you moved in as Joe’s arm found its way around your back, cuddling you into him for some early-morning comfort.

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle softly, and you felt it in his chest below your cheekbone.

“Was it at least a cute one? Like a border collie?”

“Oh, it was adorable, but there’s something I can’t quite explain about making eye contact with a dog when someone’s going down on you,” you tilted your head upwards to catch Joe’s reaction.

“Oh no, the dog was there during–”

“The whole time.” You deadpanned.

Joe groaned for you in sympathy, then yawned. “Yea, alright, that grants you the flat for a bit.”

The two of you had been flatmates for long enough to have come up with rules surrounding hooking up. You’d walked in on Joe with a girl on the sofa once, and you’d been absolutely livid with him for it. It was bad enough having to hear Joe have sex through a wall from your adjoined bedrooms, but seeing it with your own eyes in a shared space lifted the issue to a whole new level. Joe had been embarrassed in the moment, but had been able to laugh it off fast. Afterwards he'd continuously made fun of your reaction at seeing him plow his dick into someone from behind, a girl that you’d made eye-contact with when you stepped inside after you’d unassumingly gotten back from a food shop.

Joe hadn't been able to laugh it off quite as fast when the shoe had been on the other foot, and he’d walked in on you getting eaten out perched up on the kitchen counter.

It was when and why you’d established the rule of letting the other person know that you had someone over, just so the other person could avoid witnessing anything they didn't want to see. Or hear.

Slowly, it had evolved into what it was now: you’d tell each other to get out and fuck off for a bit because you needed the flat. Or, like last night, whoever was first to claim it, usually got it.

A silence fell where you both stared at the ceiling for a bit. You knew you desperately needed a shower, but Joe’s bed was comfortable, even if you were still in your heels.

“At least someone went down on you, though,” Joe said, trying to make you feel better by throwing some of his own misery your way.

“Oh no, she didn’t suck you off?” you were genuinely surprised. You thought she had looked like a girl who would have. Not that you could put into words what gave you that impression. She just... she just did.

“Said it wasn’t her thing,” he grunted, somewhat annoyed, but clearly joking.

Maybe that was the reason why she didn’t end up with Joe’s phone number, you thought.

“Poor Joey,” you pouted sarcastically through a smile and patted him on his chest softly. “Do you want me to quickly do it?” you hadn’t even finished your sentence before you’d started laughing.

“All right,” Joe groaned and shoved your face away from him with his palm covering most of it, rolling you off of him, which only made you laugh louder.

When your giggles died out, you sat up. Time for a shower, you thought, and you moved to the edge of the bed to take your shoes off.

“If it’s any consolation, I might as well not have had any head. He wasn’t any good.”

Your heels dropped onto Joe’s bedroom floor with loud thuds.

Joe huffed a laugh, and you looked over your shoulder to look him in the eye.

He looked tired still. Sleepy.

“Are they ever?” Joe asked, and then, you both laughed.

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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DRUNK JOSEPH DRUNK JOSEPH DRUNK JOSEPH

Okay so I conjured this one up especially for this ask.

SO. Joe and Jamie are on a night out together (the pictures used are from the party in Brazil, so let's pretend it's a normal night out ok?) Reader is fast asleep due to time difference so Joe spams her phone with rambles of nothingness due to alcohol intake. Get the plot? Enjoy 👀

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demonsanddemogorgons · 4 months

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Decided to write a little Joseph Quinn something with an idea I had bouncing around in my head 🥰🤟

One Day At A Time (Joseph Quinn x Reader One-Shot)

Eight years. That's how long you have been with your husband, married for the last three. You had spent years pushing your feelings down your throat and feeling like a broken record from repeating yourself all the time with no change. You were exhausted with having one-sided conversations about your feelings. Nothing seemed to stick with him. If you had interests, to him, they were obsessions. If you wanted to go out on a Saturday night with your friends, you were an alcoholic. If you were upset, it was an inconvenience that earned eye rolls as he asked, what now? No matter how many times you sat down to try to be civil and explain how he made you feel, it was either dismissed or he would be better for a week or two and then go right back to his usual self. This ongoing cycle had gotten old, and you decided enough was enough. You sat him down and said you were done; you couldn't take anymore. You knew deep down it was the right decision, but it still hurt. You spent eight years with him after all – since you were nineteen. You didn't know how to exist without him, how to be single. So much had changed in dating life since you had met him; it felt like you were suddenly dropped into deep water in which the waves were a little too high. How do you handle this? Beginning the divorce process was stressful enough and then you had to worry about the shit show of a dating pool that existed these days on top of it. One step at a time, you told yourself. One worry at a time. Easier said than done.

You had agreed to let your soon-to-be ex-husband keep the house. He had paid for most of the renovations that had been done since buying it, so you felt it was only fair and you preferred a fresh start. The two of you didn't have children together so there wasn't much to sort out other than that. You found an apartment that was just enough for you. You didn't need much; the newfound space you had was quite refreshing, but your mind also struggled with the new sense of loneliness as well. You knew things would get better; it was just a big adjustment. After a Saturday afternoon of going through your things and packing at the house, you decided you needed a break, and perhaps a few drinks to relax your rushing mind and crushed spirit. You grabbed what you had packed so far and stacked it in the trunk of your car, heading towards your favorite bar, one you frequented when you were in the particular mood to not pay any mind to your husband's "alcoholic" comments and enjoy some time with your friends.

You pulled into the only remaining parking space left. Hands still on the wheel, you shut your eyes and sighed. I can do this. You tried reassuring yourself on occasion, but it didn't help much; it just felt like you were lying to yourself. You opened your eyes, grabbed your purse, and headed inside. You found a seat at the bar and were greeted by Sam, the bartender that was always here when you were in the past.

"How's it going? Been a while."

"Hey, Sam," you replied to him a bit dryly, your eyes looking down at the bar top. He sensed you weren't yourself. You wouldn't consider Sam a close friend, but close enough. You'd only known him from going there, but he had enough conversations with you over the bar that he could tell things were off with you, and from prior drunken nights and talks, he was very much aware of your home issues you'd had. He had been a set of ears when you needed them, even though he didn't have to. It was a bit embarrassing for you. He dealt with so many drunk people on a daily basis; your problems were probably the last thing he wanted to deal with, but he listened and supported nonetheless, and that's more than you could have ever asked for.

"You seem down. You good?"

"I left him," was all you could force out in monotone, finally looking up from the bar to his face. His eyebrows raised and eyes widened slightly at the realization of what you'd just said.

"Tequila sunrise coming right up," he said as he turned without missing a beat to go mix your favorite drink, knowing you needed the alcohol in your system sooner rather than later. He really did get you most of the time.

You were nearly done with your second tequila sunrise when a guy made his way to the bar and sat in the empty seat beside you. You didn't bother looking up; you just stared at what was left of your drink, swirling the bottom of the cup against the bar top absentmindedly. You could see him watching you in your peripheral vision as he took his coat off and hung it on the back of his chair, but your eyes stayed fixed on your glass.

"Rough week?" you heard come from his direction. You finally looked over at him, trying not to look smug but not too happy either; you didn't need the whole world to know you were going through some shit, but it must have been plastered all over your face, nonetheless. He was rather cute. He was dressed in black trousers and a maroon button up shirt that was partially unbuttoned at the top to show a bit of his chest. He had short light brown hair with longer slicked-back curls on the top of his head, one rogue one hanging down over his forehead, and short scruff for facial hair. His eyes, however, are what grabbed your attention - big chocolate brown doe eyes. You had never seen such a beautiful sight on any man. You finally noticed you were lost in him when his expression turned to confusion from you taking too long to answer him. You blushed and cleared your throat, looking away from those damned eyes so you could focus.

"Y-yeah, that's one way of putting it, I guess," you responded through a breathy embarrassed chuckle, swirling your drink again and taking a sip. He just looked at you for a second before extending his hand out to you.

"I'm Joe," he said with a small smile. You told him your name as you sat your drink down and shook his hand gently.

"I've never been. What's good?" he asked. Your eyes widened. You'd finally caught it, the British accent. You were in the middle of wondering what a cute British man was doing in the middle of small-town America when you had to remind yourself to answer him. You didn't need a repeat of what just happened a minute ago.

"Uh-umm, I like the tequila sunrise," you answered, gesturing to your nearly empty glass. Joe smiled as Sam made his way over.

"What can I get you?" Sam asked him.

"I'll try a tequila sunrise," he said as he smiled at you. "And put another one on my bill for the lady, yeah?"

You looked at him with a shy smile and your cheeks flushed red as he winked at you. As Sam turned to start making the drinks, he gave you the look - the wide eyes that say, are you seeing this shit? Go for it. You looked down with a smirk as you read Sam's expression, trying not to let Joe see.

"So, you're British," you said awkwardly in attempt to start a new conversation to distract you from what had just happened. Joe chuckled at your observation.

"Indeed, I am, last I checked," he smirked. Oh, a jokester. Alright.

"What are you doing in the middle of nowhere in America?" you asked him. He adjusted himself on his chair to make himself more comfortable to talk.

"I'm here for work."

"Your job brought you here?" you chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm an actor. I'm working on filming a movie close to here. Just enjoying a night out in a less chaotic environment."

"That's really cool. But let me warn you, this place can get pretty rowdy on Saturdays. Sam breaks out in song with the karaoke machine, Jerry over there dances on the bar," you joked, giggling at the smile forming on Joe's face. He was more so excited that he had just told you he's an actor and you didn't get too overly excited about it like a lot of other women had. It was nice for someone to enjoy Joe's company for once, not Joseph Quinn's. You were also surprised at your sudden mood boost. How did someone you just met five minutes ago make you forget about your problems so easily?

"So, what about you, love? What's your story?" he asked as Sam sat your drinks down in front of each of you. Your heart sank. Where would you even begin?

"I grew up here. Just having a Saturday night to myself."

"Well, I hope I'm not intruding," Joe said with concern. You shook your head.

"No, of course not."

"You seemed a bit depressed when I came in. I know I'm a bit of a stranger, but if you want to talk about it, a bar buddy you may never see again is a good place to start," he smirked. You smiled at him and sighed. This man was something else.

"I just recently left my husband," you started. Joe's face turned serious as he readjusted himself in his seat. He leaned closer to listen intently as he then knew the gravity of your sadness. "Things just weren't working, and for a really long time. I just kept lying to myself by saying he would change eventually, but he never did. After I spent so much time being undervalued and unheard, I just decided enough is enough. I thought it would make me feel better but it's just so new that it still hurts. I wanted more than anything to make things work but his ego was more precious, I guess."

Joe just sat in silence for a moment to process what you'd said. He could tell you were upset but he never guessed it would be because of something that severe. He felt guilty for asking and making it all cross your mind again. You were there to forget, after all.

"I'm so sorry, darling," Joe said, reaching over and placing his hand on your upper arm in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"It's been hard. I'm just trying to put myself first now, but I don't even know how to do that. I've just been settling and dealing for so long."

"Leaving was the first step to putting yourself first. I'd say you're doing alright so far," he reassured you. "Just take one day at a time."

You smiled up at this complete stranger, who was listening to you more in one evening than your husband ever listened to you in eight years. It made tears well up in your eyes.

"One day at a time," you repeated. Joe saw your tears forming and put his hand on top of yours.

"What a wanker," he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to catch.

"What?" you asked with a giggle. You had heard him, but you weren't quite sure you'd heard him correctly. He looked at you and moved closer, leaning his elbow on the bar to put more weight into holding your hand.

"I said 'what a wanker,' your husband is, for pushing a beauty like you away. Has no sense of pride, and bloody terrible judgement."

You blushed as you placed your other hand on top of Joe's that held yours. You could see Sam watching from across the bar, pretending to wash pint glasses but looking at the two of you through his eyelashes, a smirk on his face. Bastard had to encourage you, didn't he? Even if it was wordless.

"Remember how you said you would be a bar buddy that I would never see again?" you asked Joe. He nodded, his eyebrows perplexed. "Can we change that?"

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pedroschka · 1 year

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Flatmates with benefits

Joseph Quinn x reader

Summary: Having the perks of a relationship while still staying single sounds like the perfect combination until it just doesn't cut it anymore.

words: 2,3 K

warning: SMUT 18+ , the Poll has spoken and you shall receive the filth (can't blame y'all after the Dior ad)

dropping his keys onto the little table beside the front door and slipping his shoes off before making his way through the small flat, haphazardly throwing his jacket over the next chair, fancy trousers and expensive button-up joining on the floor, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he stepped into his bedroom and let himself fall face first into the mattress, too exhausted to even roll himself under the covers.

Stepping over the line of clothing scattered around like a scavenger hunt, not even thinking about tidying up after him you walked into his bedroom and were met by the sight of Joe starfished on his bed with his sock-clad feet dangling over the edge, using this opportunity you slapped his cute little boxer clad arse before plopping yourself beside him, mattress bouncing from the impact

"Long day?" You leaned onto your elbow, an amused snort leaving you when the only response you got was a tired groan into the bedsheet

turning his head a little to the side his squinty eyes meet yours

" So glad to lay in my own bed instead of sitting on an hour-long flight first, back's killing me "

Your lips pressed into a frown and you got up on your knees, pressing your hands into his shoulders, getting a relieving moan from him.

While massaging his stiff back you carry on with light conversation, updating each other on your days, Joe getting the bigger part of course, due to his return of his comic con weekend, telling you about the most rememberable fan encounters, promising you to go through the presents later together, your favourite part.

"Better?" You asked him as you spend approximately 10 min kneading his back like pizza dough, hands feeling all tingly.

" So much better " he sleepily replied, eyes barely open before moving his arm behind your neck to tackle you down beside him, squeezing you into his chest. A non-negotiable invitation to nap with him that you can't resist

balancing on a very thin line between relationship and hook-up, you two jokingly call it flatmates with benefits, due to your living situation, but the benefits part steps more and more into the background , making room instead for sharing the bed for naps, cuddle sessions on the sofa, daily updates on your days, basically creating a whole routine for you two together, clinging onto each other like magnets on a fridge.

The absurdity of your situation is both of you clear, sleeping together, living together, spending your time together as much as possible, and still too cowardly to call it what it is. A relationship.

Not feeling ready to fully commit while always having the last bad relationship in the back of your mind, lying to yourself thinking the only way to feel really happy is to not let anyone else too close to you and steal your independence and freedom, not daring to emotionally commit to something that's so fragile.

Benefiting of the perks of both single and relationship life seems like the perfect answer until you realize that you're not even interested in exploring with other people, or not even feeling restricted in your freedom or life choices, content with just this one person who seemingly already ticks off all your boxes and makes you feel safe.

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Flat a mess again and you both running around like headless chicken trying to get ready before the uber arrives to bring you to a get-together thingy with the stranger things cast , you as usually beeing Joe's plus one.

Meeting him at the front door last minute, raising your eyebrows at his mismatched outfit again and regretting not laying out an outfit for him, but as always he managed to look good anyway so you let it go for now.

Arriving at the event and promptly getting a glass of champagne pushed into your hand before following Joe around, letting him introduce you to everyone, making quick small talk, ordering more drinks, more socializing, a constant buzz of tension in your body and the pressure of presenting yourself to everyone just right, not wanting to destroy the picture of Joe that everyone has on their own already with you rubbing them the wrong way and letting them associate this with him.

Joe excused himself to the toilet after whispering to you that he might have pissed himself a little after laughing too hard, as always too much information but making you snort and shoo him away, getting yourself comfortable on the nearest bar stool and busy yourself with people watching until Joe's coming back.

a tap on your shoulder making you jump lightly, forcing yourself to look away from the couple in the back heavily making out and instead looking eyes with a familiar face but already forgotten name, instantly putting your welcoming smile back on.

" Finally someone with the same fashion sense as me! "

Looking at him questionably and then looking down at your outfit and indeed finding the same striking colorful pattern as his shirt

" yeah Joe hates this one so that's why I'm wearing it"

snorting he leaned onto the bar " because he's one to talk"

" right?? Look at him stumbling through the world like a toddler who was allowed to dress himself for the first time"

Getting a chuckle in return he introduced himself as Joe Keery, getting a fake annoyed groan from you for yet another Joe introduced to you as if one wasn't enough already.

Laughing together when he gives you insides on a few behind-the-scenes stories of your Joe that he seemed to forget to tell you about, jokingly punching him in the shoulder when he's making fun of his Eddie wig.

Joe watches from afar, an ugly feeling forming in his stomach making its way to his heart, weighing it down like a bag of bricks. He knew it wasn't for Kerry himself, being absolutely loyal to his partner and just being the friendly guy he is, trying to make you feel more comfortable in a sea of unknown and famous people but making him realize again how you are free to be with whoever you like, taking back into the flat whoever you desired to, with Joe just a wall away, torturing himself with listening instead of plugging in his headphones and blasting his sorrow away with the heaviest music he can find.

Being reminded that no matter how close you two become, how many secrets were whispered into each other's ears before crawling back under the covers, giggling like naughty teenagers, knowing that he can't feel secure with you because you are not only his to be held by.

A mix of anger, sadness but mostly frustration starts to boil inside of him as he makes his way towards you two, happily chatting with each other, but he wouldn't be an actor if not using it for his own benefit, and nothing is easier than putting on a happy face and Inserting himself into a conversation like nothing happens, exhausting himself while pushing his true feelings back down, not the right place nor the right time.

the night finally neared its end and you two are going your rounds again, saying goodbye to everyone, how great it was to meet each other, sleekly going around the forgotten name dilemma.

You hugged Joe 2 goodbye, a genuine smile on your face and making promises of meeting up as soon as possible, jokingly reminding him that Joe has his number so there's no running away from you.

finally stepping out into the cool night air you breathe out an exhausted sigh

" Gosh I'm in need of a week of as little human interaction as possible after this evening, like another quarantine but voluntary you know?"

" Hmhm "

You gave Joe a strange look, watching him seemingly lost in thought, a deep frown forming between his brows and fidgeting with his ring around his finger.

"Maybe we could invite Joe 2 the next time we go out eating with Jamie, so I don't feel like I'm third wheeling between you two again" you joked and checked Joe's reaction, hoping for a small jest back as always when mentioning Jamie and him but the frown just seemed to deepen

" Yeah…maybe "

"You good? Too many dirty martinis again?"

This brings a small smile to his lips, eyes twinkling when he finally meets yours again

"never"

Joe felt something shift inside of him, an urge growing inside, like that night was the last straw he needed to say fuck it, wanting to say fuck it, fuck it to all his insecurities and fears that stopped him from living out his true feelings for you, always restraining himself from the next step that could lead to something stable, he needed something to hold onto, a firm foundation under his feet when everything else in his life was just loose and unpredictable.

But Joe was never the best with words, learning them of a script, speaking them out as someone else, sure, but when it comes to being himself and being vulnerable he found it easier to just show it in physical actions, using his body to talk, or like now letting his body take control and not his mind.

Stopping at the front door to fiddle out your keys with Joe standing suspiciously close behind you, just managing to click the lock open before loosing the ground under your feet and letting out a surprised squeak as Joe manhandles you onto his shoulder, feet swinging widely, screeching at him to let you down while giggling with your head hanging on the same height as his butt.

Joe's loud laughter fills the foyer, warning you to hold still before speeding down the hallway to your bedroom and plopping you down on the bed.

Your Hair a wild mess around you and wide eyes staring up at Joe, the air between you grew thicker, switching from childish laughter to heating gazes and before you could blink you were all over each other, breathing each other's moans, tongues fighting for dominance while hands grabbing desperately at hair and clothes, fingers fiddling with his damn buttons on his shirt and letting out an impatient whine when it won't come open and he had to clumsily do it himself before his hands start to roam over your body again, taking your top of and throwing it in Joe fashion somewhere behind him, leaving kisses and nibbling all along from your neck to your breast, licking over your nipples before continuing his journey down your stomach

Finding the hem of your pants he didn't waste any time shoving them, together with your underwear down to your knees, pushing your legs up to your chin and making direct eye contact before going down on you like it's his last meal.

Throwing your head back with a surprised moan, fingers searching for something to hold onto, pulling on his curls and thrusting your hips up, riding his face and feeling your high already creeping close.

two of his thick fingers gliding inside, parting you all while continuing to play you with his tongue like his favourite instrument, leaving you with shaking legs not long after.

With your mind still clouded you yelped as you suddenly got dragged forward, pants and underwear gone with a swift movement and his hands under your thighs, Lifting you up and leaving you no chance than to cling onto his shoulders

Painfully slow he eased himself inside, finding his lips again, muffling both of your moans when he starts thrusting up. You increase your grip on his shoulders as he kept going faster and harder, his heavy breathing beside your ear as he has you jumping and yelping on his cock, still sensitive from your first orgasm he leaves you in no control of how fast the second one arrives, leaving scratches across his upper back in return.

Joe throws you onto the mattress again, breathing heavily, chuckling as you blinked up at him with this hazy look in your eyes.

"can you take more?"

"Can you?" You asked him in return, challenging him.

Fueled by all the pent-up emotions, and feelings he still doesn't know how to properly articulate yet Joe crawls over you, needing to see your face and giving him all the answers he needs.

every thrust a word, holding your face tenderly in one hand while pounding into you without mercy, taking in every moan and whimper you breathed out.

Your body is moving with every thrust and every thought or doubt that was once occupying your brain leaves you, fully emerging in the feeling of Joe and only him, trying to hold his gaze but it's all getting too much and you're curling your arms around his neck bringing him down to you, desperately clawing at his back when the third wave of pleasure washes over you, body getting stiff and you hold your breath before falling slack against his arms.

" I love you " the choked confession comes over him as he makes his last thrusts into you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, slightly embarrassed but also relieved to finally got it out, just not the moment he had in mind for it

Eyes growing wide at first, needing a few seconds for your brain to register the words, feeling his heart beating heavily against your chest, you stroked over his back to his neck before moving his head so you can see his face, needing a confirmation that he meant it

glazed brown eyes looked unsure into yours, looking so vulnerable beside you and making your heart leap inside your chest

"I love you too"

Relief visible relaxing his body he touched his forehead with yours before going in for another kiss, still needy but more at peace with the world around him, feeling secure in your hold and loved.

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