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pedroschka · 1 year

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I have a request 🥺

Reader and Joe are back from their honeymoon. Their back home opening all the wedding gifts they got for their wedding. Joe opens up one from his best friend (might be wesley) . And it's sex book with all these different positions . So you and Joe start going through all the positions every day. Make it smutty lol

The butterfly

Joseph Quinn x wife!reader

warnings: 18+ IT'S SMUT

A/n: sorry in advance if this isn't as sexy as you maybe imagined it but that's just not how it works (this was a fun one to write)

"Alright, the last one is from Amy" after checking the name tag, your handing over the thin rectangle-shaped package to Joe while you keep munching on one of the cupcakes from the last present, almost too lavishly decorated to eat but also delicious.

Joe and you just came back from your honeymoon and like Christmas but for newlyweds, you now sat in your living room opening up your wedding gifts.

As the wrapping paper was gone Joe choked out a surprised laugh, his ears turning red and a bashful look crossed his face

" What is it?" You scrunched your eyebrows together, crawled over to Joe's sight, and looked over his shoulder

You clapped your hands over your mouth, shocked but not really surprised, hiding your face in his shoulder giggling.

"Omg I knew I shouldn't have told her that much"

In Joe's lap lays a small red book, bold letters reading "position of the day, sex every day in every way" under it the outline of two people in a position your brain couldn't really imagine as possible

" Wait what did you tell her ?" Joe's head snaps towards you, looking quite scared which made you chuckle a little

" Nothing bad I swear! Just things you talk about with good friends over a small glass of wine you know ?", He gives you an even more shocked expression, "oh come on as if you don't talk with Wesley about our sex life !"

"Of course not! Why would he want to hear about that?!" Surprised by his genuine confusion you quickly switched the attention back to the book, the cover especially

" How is this even possible?! Is he holding her up like that or…?" You both examined the cover before Joe quickly shook his head, getting rid of the mental image, and begins to flick through the pages

Some of the portrayed positions at the beginning you were already familiar with, tapping on each with a proud "we did this one already", to which Joe hummed in agreement or gives a side comment of how his back hurt after it or that he really enjoyed this one.

As the pages neared the end so continued the more unusual and quite acrobatic ones, making you feel a little prudish of seeing them for the first time

"Do you…do you think we are too boring in bed?" You asked Joe unsure

"Pff no, of course not" he flipped to the next page, eyes wide at what he was seeing " I mean, I never felt the need to complain about it " sounding now a bit unsure himself

"We should try this one!" Determined in your decision you stand up and held out your hand to Joe. jokingly helping him stand up and dragging him in the direction of your shared bedroom

"Maybe something more on the easier side for the beginning…"

"No, I believe in us Joe!, we are totally capable of doing this"

-a few minutes later -

"Maybe we go back to missionary for today?"

Joe asked you out of breath while sweat starts dripping down his temple, his legs bend to an uncomfortable height while holding you like his own human wheelbarrow

"No no keep going I think you're hitting something now" you tried looking over your shoulder, red-faced and panting but not in an erotic kinda way, more like after running a marathon, your arms starting to shake but you force yourself to hold them up longer, stubborn determination. Joe started pounding harder again and you imagined feeling a spark of pleasure, letting out a small moan, which seems to spur on Joe even more and giving one harder push into you, surprising you, leading to your arms giving out, and you tumbling to the floor with a thud when your upper body makes contact with it, with Joe still holding your legs up

" Shit, you alright?!" He asked concerned and slowly lower your legs to the floor too, carefully pulling out his member first

"No" you mumbled into the floor, content with just remaining there and lying very still.

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With a sly grin, you walk up to Joe, laying on the couch with his head tilted toward the TV, his eyes wander towards you and he groans and puts his arm over his face when he sees this bloody book in your hands again

"No honey, have you already forgotten what happened yesterday?" He nods towards your elbows, both adorned with plasters.

"It doesn't involve arms today, don't worry " rolling your eyes playfully, he gives you a skeptical look but still lets you drag him towards your bedroom again, never opposed if something involves seeing you in all your naked glory.

And he's quite enjoying the view of your behind pressed against him, giving the illusion of a plump peach, caressing it with both hands like the holy grail

You however huffed irritated, not capable of finding the right rhythm, feeling quite awkward on Joe's lap but with your eyes on your closet in front of you

" Can I turn back around? I just don't feel comfortable like this "

" Of course, c'mere" he patted your butt jokingly

Crawling back around, finally face to face again, you hovered over him for a moment before slowly sinking down again, your hands finding stability on his chest

" Oh god so much better " you moaned out, slowly starting to ride him again with new confidence of the familiarity of the movement and the satisfaction to admire his pleasure-painted face, bending down to meet his lips, breathing his moans, and rocking your hips harder, muscles tensed

" shit I have a cramp in my big toe, take over!"

Joe snorted into your shoulder, watching you wiggle your foot against his leg

But instead of grabbing your hips and thrusting upwards, he rolled you both over with a grunt, getting a surprised gasp from you, positioning you on the edge of the bed with him standing over you now and grabbing both your legs and draping them onto his shoulders, hands softly massaging your feet

"good again?"

"uh huh" perplexed, lust blown eyes watching his every move

Watching him spread your legs wider and position himself inside you again, oh so slowly sliding in with a throaty moan, making you throw your head back and eyes shut, overwhelmed, letting him stretch you out in the most bittersweet way before sliding out again

"this good?"

Only capable of rapidly nodding at him, mind clouded in pleasure

Sliding back again, faster, harder, every thrust turning your moans more high-pitched, desperately clawing onto the bedsheet, wetness dripping down between you and creating a squelching sound.

One hand leaves your leg and you open your eyes again, taking in the view of Joe's naked upper body, shiny with sweat and flush spreading down his neck and chest, making him glow in arousal.

Holding eye contact with you while taking his thumb between his lips, coating it with his salvia before moving it down to your pulsing clit, your breath hitching in anticipation and your eyes rolling back when his thumb slowly drew circles on it, mixing your own fluids with his and combined with him still thrusting into you without mercy you felt your inner walls clenching around him, tension building up and you move your pelvis up, nearly holding in your breath to not let this feeling go, bringing you over the edge, arching your back and your head falls back into a silent scream, toes curling and suddenly all that tension is released and pulses through your body leaving you with ringing ears and your head empty.

Only coming down from your high again when Joe plopped down beside you with an exhausted huff, both of you next to each other on your backs now, body heaving with rapid breaths and eyes blown wide looking up at the ceiling not fully comprehending what just happened

After a few minutes of catching your breath, you turned your head towards joe, a satisfying smile on his face

"so...what was the last position called?"

" the butterfly"

" I like it " he only hummed in agreement, high on life.

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Unintentional Distraction

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, SMUT, filthy shameless smut (Lord help me if Sebastian ever sees this lmao.), fluff, Sebastian’s hands (is that a warning?), some talk about Civil War but I don't think there are any spoilers, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight dom/sub, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, choking, overstimulation, explicit language, crying, teasing, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,805

Beta: T. Thompson

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This was based on yet another TikTok and the encouragement of my amazing friend @madashatters18

It was way too early for your phone to be ringing, so you couldn't be blamed for the slight irritation in your voice. It was your day off and all you wanted to do was sleep past eight in the morning.

"Hello?"

So much for that.

"Y/N/N? I'm sorry to wake you up, love. I need to ask you a huge favor though."

You squinted at your alarm clock, propping yourself up on your right arm. "Sara? 'S like six-thirty. What's wrong?"

She sighed and took a moment before responding. "You know that Marvel panel I was supposed to attend today?"

You groaned and sat up against your headboard, "you need me to go and film it for you, don't you?"

Sara gave a sound of affirmation as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "You owe me. Where is it and what time do I need to be there?"

She squealed and you were suddenly thankful you had her on speakerphone. "Thank you thank you thank you! The panel starts at noon and it's at the Hyatt Regency hotel. The one right outside of downtown."

You hung up with her and set an alarm for nine before sliding back underneath your covers. If you were going to endure a thirty-minute long panel with a room full of people then you needed more sleep.

Two and a half hours later you reluctantly crawled out of bed and shuffled to your bathroom. A hot shower and six outfit choices later, you finally decided to wear your black cocktail dress and a pair of red stilettos. You straightened your hair and applied some makeup before grabbing your red clutch. Checking to make sure you had your driver's license, debit card, chapstick, and cellphone, you locked up and took the elevator down to your car.

Traffic was light and before you knew it you'd parked in the hotel's parking garage. The gentleman at the front desk gave you your credentials and a seat number, which happened to be in the middle of the front row.

Great, I'm gonna be right in their line of sight.

Taking your seat, you crossed one leg over the other and prepared your phone so it was ready to record. It was about ten minutes until noon and the conference room was buzzing with activity. There were four chairs spaced evenly, and a man with dark hair and glasses sat on stage right with a microphone in his hand. He smiled at the crowd and gestured to the empty chairs.

"Please welcome the directors of Captain America: Civil War, Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, and Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan!"

Everyone in the room, including you, applauded as three other men took to the stage. The first man also had dark hair and glasses. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt with a black vest. Next to him was another man, but this one was a bit shorter than the other one. He had salt and pepper hair and wore all black. Finally, Sebastian, who apparently played the character, Bucky Barnes, took the seat next to the host. He was tall, probably around six feet, with longish brown hair and cerulean eyes. He was also sporting all black, but his jacket was leather.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, and you silently thanked Sara for asking you to take over filming this panel. Oh, shit! That's right! Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone, accidentally dropping it in the process. It slid across the wood floor coming to a stop right in front of the stage.

Sebastian smiled softly, bent down to grab it, and held it out to you. If you could sink into the floor, you would.

"Th-Thank you."

He winked and your breath hitched. "No problem, darlin'."

Things went smooth for a little while, mostly standard questions about the film itself: how the idea of Civil War came to be, the way they reversed the roles of Captain Rogers and Tony Stark, and the process of incorporating Bucky to be the center focal of the film. You noticed Sebastian’s sense of humor right away. His little jokes about Bucky's metal arm and how waiting on the Russo's is kind of like waiting for Christmas making you giggle.

You'd never seen a Marvel movie, but you had to admit Bucky's backstory seemed quite interesting. Characters with a good dynamic and a damaged past always seemed to draw you in.

About seven minutes in, you found yourself continuously watching Sebastian’s hands. He fidgeted a lot, sure, but the fact that they were so large, and the thought of them touching you, made you squeeze your thighs together with want. God, this man was sexy without even trying.

He'd occasionally make eye contact with you, offering you a little smile each time, and it made you think that he was aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn't until about eighteen minutes in that your previous thought became a reality.

A woman was called on to ask a question and she directed it towards the Russo brothers. It had something to do with location, but you couldn't really be sure because it was apparent that Sebastian was teasing you.

He had to be. His ankle was draped over his left knee while his right hand rested in the crease where his leg was bent. He had his middle, ring, and pinky fingers stretched out, the tips of them tapping a staccato rhythm. The moment his index finger curled inward and moved in a come-hither motion you nearly moaned out loud. You were so focused on his movements that you didn't realize he was staring straight at you, watching you worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

When you finally moved your eyes back to his, he was smirking deviously.

Fuck! There was no way he wasn't reading you like a book right now.

The last half of the panel continued normally for the most part. It was hard to focus on the questions, but you did recall someone asking Sebastian what he'd say to Bucky if he had a chance to talk to him before he became the Winter Soldier.

He chuckled and said, "don't worry. It's gonna be alright." Then someone else asked one of those hard-to-answer questions. It was something along the lines of what they wanted for Bucky's future. Sebastian shook his head and the whole room gasped when one of the brothers said that he didn't have one.

The last few questions weren't directed at Sebastian, so, of course, he kept stealing glances at you. He was clearly flirting now, and it made you wonder what his plan was after this event was over.

You didn't have to wait long because the host finally announced the panel's end. Everyone clapped as the guests walked off stage and you were honestly surprised that Sebastian didn't give you any inkling that he wanted to continue your little cat and mouse game.

Well, at least you could pair your disappointment with the bottle of rosé in your fridge. Sending the video link to Sara, you followed the crowd of people towards the exit. Before you were able to push your way out the door someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?"

You turned and met the eyes of the host.

"I was told to tell you that Sebastian would like to meet you."

You blinked, "he um…he does?"

He nodded and pointed to the curtain they went behind just moments ago.

"Yeah, if you go through there and hang a right you'll come to a hallway. His green room is the second door on the left."

You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly making your way across the room. The closer you got the more your legs shook, and by the time you were outside the door all you could hear was the loud thumping of your racing heart. You knocked lightly, picking at your nails in anticipation.

"It's open!"

His voice made you shiver as you opened the door with a shaky hand.

The room was cozy, probably ten by ten, and was well lit. There was a table with an assortment of finger foods, soft drinks, and champagne, a flat screen TV mounted to the wall, and a coffee table surrounded by two chairs and a couch, which Sebastian was sitting on. The way he was staring at you made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. You weren't scared per se, but everything about his demeanor exuded dominance.

"What's your name?"

It was a simple question. You shouldn't even have to think about it, considering it's been a muscle memory answer since you were a toddler. The thing was, this was not a normal situation, and right now your brain has decided that it no longer wants to participate in this conversation.

You heard him get up, his shoes making a soft sound on the floor as he stalked toward you. He was so close now, the intoxicating smell of his cologne surrounding you making you dizzy.

"Look at me, doll."

As nervous as you were, you still did what he asked and slowly let your eyes travel up his body. Your gaze raked over his toned calves, thick thighs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and finally his insanely beautiful face.

"There's no reason to be scared. I don't bite...hard." He chuckled and watched as you played with your hands.

"I um…Y/N…"

Three words. Three little words were all you could manage and when his fingertips touched your arm it made your knees buckle a fraction.

"Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf, sweetheart. C'mere. Come and sit with me."

He brought you to the couch and sat down, pulling you with him.

"Would you like something to drink? There's water, Diet Coke, Sprite, and some champagne."

You looked at your lap and licked your lips. "Just um…w-water is fine, thank you."

He poured you a glass and handed it to you, watching as you sipped at the cool liquid.

"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you were lookin' at me earlier." He took the cup from you and set it on the table, his thumb and index finger tilting your chin up. "Especially my hands. You seemed…quite focused on the way I moved them."

Your eyes were hooded, full of lust, as you nodded. "Well," his baby blues flicked down to your mouth, "I can assure you they move well in other ways too."

You whimpered and held your breath as he leaned in. "Just say the word and I'll stop, but," his thumb swiped your bottom lip, "I don't think you want me to."

Sebastian closed the distance and immediately slid his tongue against yours. The hand that wasn't cupping your cheek wandered south, grabbing underneath your left thigh. The moment you whimpered into his mouth his grip tightened possessively.

He pulled away, staring at your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Can I take this off of you?"

He was obviously referring to your dress, but the reaction time of your brain was practically nonexistent so you just nodded dumbly.

"Oh, princess," he chuckled, "I can't believe how wrecked you are right now. Can't even speak and all I've done is kiss you. I'll bet," he curled a section of your hair around his finger, "you're absolutely soaked."

Your eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from your parted lips. He stood and pulled you to your feet. "Turn around, baby."

Once your back was to him, he moved your hair to one side. "You have such pretty skin. So smooth and soft under my hands."

He planted a kiss right where your neck met your shoulder and that was the moment you finally found your voice. "...please!"

"Oh," he cooed, "there's that sweet voice. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

Instead of answering him, you reached behind you to tug at the zipper. "Patience, Y/N," he admonished as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll give you what you want, but it's gonna be at my pace. Is that understood, doll?"

Fuck! You'd never wanted someone so bad in your entire life.

"Y-Yes…"

He leaned down right next to your ear, "yes what?"

You whined as another wave of arousal made your panties even wetter. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

He slid the zipper down torturously slow, your newly exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. Sebastian made a low appreciative hum at the sight of your matching bra and panty set.

"I like this color on you, baby. Can't wait to see you in more though. I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in red."

Your mind was still trying to process the fact that he'd just insinuated there was going to be a 'next time', so you couldn't help the needy moan when he began peppering kisses between your shoulder blades.

"Mmm, that was a pretty sound," his teeth nipped at the base of your neck making you suck in a sharp breath. "Gonna have to see if I can make you do that again."

"Sir, please… please touch me."

He smirked against your skin. "I am touchin' you, sweet girl."

Now there was no doubt in your mind. This man was trying to kill you.

"T-That's not…I need…"

He laughed softly, "I told you to be patient, honey. I'm busy admiring what I've decided is now mine."

His words made your brain short circuit and you were about to start begging for more when you felt his fingers slide the dress over your shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor leaving you almost bare to him.

"As much as I love the way lace looks on you, I have to admit it'd look even better on the floor."

Once he was done undressing you, except for your red pumps, he turned you back around to face him.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

His kiss was bruising, possessive like he was marking his territory. His left hand trailed down over the pulse point of your neck, barely grazed your nipple, and finally came to a stop right above your clit.

"How bad do you wanna cum around my fingers, princess?"

You didn't answer right away so he got closer, his lips inches from yours. "I mean, if you don't want to then I can stop. We could watch a movie instead. How 'bout that?"

Your eyes shot open, the mere thought of him leaving you like this made your eyes fill with tears. "No! P-Please… I… I'm so… Sir, I can't… please. Just please!"

His right hand brushed a loose tear from your cheek, "oh, baby. Shh, I was just teasing."

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Don't worry about how loud you are. Let them hear. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."

He swirled one thick digit around your clit pulling a loud, desperate sound from your throat. "Jesus sugar, you're fuckin' dripping. Did I do all this? You really got this wet from watching me move my fingers?"

Your left hand gripped his bicep like it was a lifeline. "Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please make me cum! Wanna cum so bad, sir! Want you t-"

He pushed your feet apart and cut you off with another kiss. "Breathe, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?"

Sebastian alternated between rubbing your clit to circling your entrance for a few minutes. It wasn't enough, but at least he was doing something. Finally, he shoved two of them inside you, starting a steady pace.

"Oh, fuck yesssss," you hissed and threw your head back.

"Yeah, honey? 'S that what you needed? Needed this pretty cunt stuffed full of my fingers?"

He quickly added a third one making your eyes roll back. "Oh, my god! Oh, f-fuck! More! Please I-I want more, sir!"

Sebastian took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. "You sure you can take all four, doll? I don't know if this tight little pussy can handle that much."

You dug your nails harder into the leather of his jacket, your moans now echoing throughout the room. "Fuck! Yes, just… - oh, god - … I can take it, sir!"

He stopped moving, his pinky rubbing along your folds until it was wet enough. There was a blunt pressure that made you squeeze your eyes shut, but soon Sebastian had four of his thick, long fingers buried inside you.

You clenched around them making him moan with you.

"Shit, honey. You love this don't ya? Love havin' me fingerfuck you like a needy little whore."

You cried out as he began moving again, the obscene sounds of how wet you were mixing with your desperate pleas for more. "Oh, god! You're gonna make m-me cum!"

Sebastian moved his hand faster, his fingers curling while he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Do it, Y/N. Drench my fuckin' hand, doll."

He scraped his teeth against the skin just below your ear and that was it. Your legs shook, his name a guttural scream as your cum coated his hand, your inner thighs, and the floor.

He held you up, kissing you breathlessly while aftershocks of the best orgasm of your life sparked through your body.

"That was so damn hot, baby. Got me hard as a fuckin' rock watchin' you squirt all over me."

You raised a shaky hand to his chest, "please I need it… please I need you inside me so bad."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Listen to you, sugar. You sound so pretty begging for my cock. You want me to fuck that tight little hole, hm? Fill it full of my cum?"

You couldn't take it anymore. Dropping to your knees, you undid his pants just enough to free him and wrapped your lips around the swollen head.

"Son of a-, fucking hell, Y/N!"

He moaned sinfully and it only fueled your desire to hear it again. Taking him down your throat, you looked up at him and swallowed while swirling your tongue slowly.

"Oh, my fucking god, baby! Stop, honey I don't wanna cum yet. Sweetheart, stop-stop-stop I- fuck - babydoll…"

As much as you loved seeing him a babbling mess, the need for him to stretch you open was much greater.

"Fuck me until I can't remember who I am, sir."

He growled and pulled you to your feet. "Bend over. Hands on the wall. Now. I won't ask twice."

You didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his pants off and took off his leather jacket before coming up behind you. Sebastian grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and smacked it hard.

"I mean it. I want this whole hotel to hear you scream my fucking name. 'M gonna absolutely ruin you, princess."

The part of your brain in charge of forming a response was rendered useless as he snapped his hips upwards until they met the back of your thighs.

"Fuck, Sebastian!"

He didn't give you time to adjust, his fingertips holding onto you tightly as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. It was so good, he was so good, and you were one hundred percent certain everyone in a five-block radius knew it too.

"This what you wanted, doll? My cock stretching you open? Fuck, you feel good."

He smacked your ass again, the action making your walls contract around him. "Shit! Yeah, baby. That's it, Y/N… take it. Take my fuckin' dick."

You could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His filthy words, the sounds he made, the way he was slamming into your sweet spot, it was all too much.

"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!"

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, the new angle making your vision go white. "Yeah? Gonna cum, princess? C'mon, give it to me. Soak my fuckin' cock, Y/N. Right fuckin' now!"

He held you by your throat and applied delicious pressure making your second orgasm crash into you with the force of a hurricane. A gush of slick covered him and your legs as you shook uncontrollably in his arms.

"FUCK! You're such a good fucking girl." He didn't stop, but his thrusts slowed considerably. "I know you've got one more, sweetheart."

You whimpered. "I-It's too much… I can't… Please, sir…want you to cum."

Sebastian moved the hand that wasn't around your throat to your clit making you thrash from overstimulation. "You're gonna give me another one. I know you can do it, sugar. Can feel this pretty pussy tightening around me."

The harder he fucked you the louder you got, and when he bit your neck you swore you were going to pass out. "That's right, doll. Scream. Scream my fuckin' name. You feel like heaven, Y/N, so warm and tight. Swear you were created just for me."

Sebastian turned your head to the side, clumsily kissing you as he sped up his movements again.

"That's it, honey. You can do it. One more. Gimme one more, baby. Oh, shit...shit, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' fill you up! C'mon, pretty girl, let go one more time for me. Fuck, Y/N! Fuck, I'm gonna…"

He came with an animalistic grunt, the feeling of him coating your walls sending you over the edge a third time.

Both of you were panting wetly against each other’s lips, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies as he pulled out of you.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ that was amazing. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're perfect."

Words failed you. Hell, you could barely stand up, but you still gave him a blissed-out smile anyway.

"C'mere, love. Come sit and drink some water. I'll get you a blanket too."

Sebastian got you situated before putting his clothes back on. He sat next to you and pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of your face.

"You with me, babydoll?"

Your head turned to the side, your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him. "Mmhmm. 'M sleepy."

Sebastian chuckled and unlocked his phone, "I promise you can rest soon, but for now, I need you to stay awake for me."

"Kay…," you took another drink and licked your lips. "Whatcha doin'?"

He tapped a few times on the screen before he answered you. "I just extended my hotel stay for four more nights."

You downed the rest of the glass and let it rest between you and the couch. "Why? Big plans?"

Sebastian smirked and pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Big plans to fuck you over and over into the king-size mattress."

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Dad!Joe on his birthday 💞

Birthday Boy - j.k

hello angels! thank you for your request pretty! i hope this was okay- i made it into a blurb. probably has a few mistakes but i’m too tired to read back through it. enjoy reading angels 🩷 happy birthday my sweet boy Joe(who’s also my twin🤪) 🩷

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"be really quiet sweetheart, daddy is still sleeping" you whispered to your Penny, five year old as the two of you walked up the stairs after eating breakfast. your seven month old Tilly was cooing in your arms, chewing on her clenched fist. Penny held her card close to her chest being careful to not crease it, wanting it to be perfect for her dad.

you wanted to make this day as special as you could for Joe. he had been working so hard, too hard even and he deserved at least one day where he got to relax. you opened the bedroom door, seeing Joe still sleeping, his hair all over the place making you smile. he was facing the door with his face smooshed into the pillow and he was snoring slightly.

you and Penny tiptoed around the bed, making sure you didn't wake him up as you snuck past him. you placed Tilly on the bed first, sitting her up against the headboard. you ran your finger over her cheek making her giggle loudly, your heart swelled with adoration. her little laugh was just the cutest thing in the entire world.

you next picked up Penny and helped her onto the bed before sitting down yourself, taking Tilly into your arms, giving her a few small kisses before setting her in front of you. "you wanna wake up daddy sweetie?" you asked Penny as you ran a hand through her disheveled hair. she nodded, handing you her card before she crawled toward Joe's sleeping body.

Joe felt the bed dip behind him as he slowly woke up from his sleep. "daddy" he heard a little voice say in the quiet bedroom. he turned around to see Penny, you and baby Tilly. his eyes adjusted to the bright room, looking around slightly confused that it was you guys waking him up and not his alarm.

"morning sweet girl" he turned his body around to face his small family and smiled sleepily. he felt Penny fall into his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck as she gave him a hug. "happy birthday daddy" she said as he hugged her back, his eyes half open. "thank you honey" he kissed her forehead before rubbing his left eye.

you picked up Tilly and moved to lay down next to Joe instead of sitting at the end of the bed. you turned your body to face Joe and Penny whilst Tilly was sat against your stomach, also facing Joe.

"happy birthday" you lent down to kiss him which he reciprocated, now more awake and aware of his surroundings. "thank you baby" he smiled, his hand rubbing up and down Penny's back. "what do you want to do today? i wanted you to choose" you ran your hand through his hair being careful to not tug harshly on any knots.

he sighed in contentment as your fingers continued to run through his hair. "can we just have a lazy day? i just want to be with you guys" he hugged Penny closer. Joe had always been cuddly in the mornings even before becoming a dad and it was lucky that your girls (and you) loved cuddles just as much as he did. "we can do whatever you want, it's your birthday" you smiled, looking at Joe and Penny cuddling.

the bedroom was filled with balloons with a few gifts and cards on your bedside table “daddy open mine first” Penny said leaning over you to grab it. Joe was now sat up against the headboard and he had Tilly in his lap facing him, she was looking up at him with her huge brown eyes smiling widely as her dad pulled faces at her. she was a carbon-copy of you but with Joe’s hair and eyes.

he looked up from Tilly, his focus now on Penny. she was sat in between the two of you holding the white envelope in her hands. Penny was old enough to write on her own, obviously with the help spelling a few things and you made sure it was readable but her writing was really neat for a 5 year old.

Joe opened the card and was amazed at how much neater her handwriting was from the last time he saw it. he pulled Penny into his side and started reading his card out loud. Penny and Joe read the card together, feeling yourself tear up and how grown up your first baby was.

“wow honey your handwriting is amazing and your words were so beautiful, thank you” he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “you’re welcome” she said, her sweet voice melting your heart. “this one’s from me” you turned to the bedside table where your card was and passed it to him.

Joe opened the card and read it. you thanked him for being an amazing husband, an incredible dad who always puts others before himself and how talented he was. you also wrote that you wouldn’t be the person you were without him and that you were thankful that he was in your life.

he carefully pulled you into his side, careful to not squish Penny too much, and kissed you passionately. “thank you sweetheart” he kissed you again, keeping his arm around your shoulders. “it’s not even eleven and this is already my favourite birthday ever” Joe kissing your forehead again and stroked Tilly’s cheek. she squealed and cooed at her dad. “i’m glad you’re enjoying it baby. you deserve it” you kissed his cheek and placed your hand into his, his smile widened and his cheeks blushed brightly.

Joe felt content with his girls around him, he’d never forget moments like this and this was truly the best birthday ever.

#fanfiction #imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine #joe keery x you #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery blurb #joe keery one shot #joe keery imagines #joe keery au #joe keery fanfic

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materassassino · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

Am I a week late? Yes. I forgot. I'm sorry. BUT! Today is a Wednesday, so I can make up for it.

Tagged in the circle by @emmalostinwonderland

Sharing a different Old Guard fic this time, one I'm procrastinating because of all the research I have to do for it.

One final, snatched kiss and they step away from each other, the last thing to release is their hands. It is agony to turn away, and Nicoló keeps looking back, over his shoulder. Yusuf, he can see, does the same, until the sun drenches the land in the pinks and light reds of full dawn and the cliffs of the wadi separate them. Finally Nicoló turns away, head bowed. Quynh is surprisingly quiet through all this. Nicoló chances a look at her, and for once there is no glint of mischief in her eyes, just a small, indulgent smile. “We must look quite pathetic,” he murmurs. “It’s young love,” she says, squeezing his arm fondly. “It is new and bright and beautiful and you’ve never felt anything like it before, have you?” Nicoló shakes his head, flushing slightly. No one has ever moved his heart like Yusuf has, changing the very shape of life for him. “It’s easy to lose yourself in it,” Quynh says, and she sounds like she knows how it feels. “It can devour you, drown you in it until you forget who you ever were without it. He may complete you, Nico, he may be the other half of your soul, but you must also be yourself even without him.” The prospect isn’t appealing at all, and Nicoló says so. Quynh’s smile is a little pitying now, and it rankles. “I mean it. When I met Andromache, I knew I’d found the person I would love for the rest of my life. It was perfect, it was fire and madness, and I realised that if I continued like this, I would lose myself. I would forget to be Quynh. So we separated, walked different paths for twenty years. And I remembered who I was, what I could do alone.” She releases Nicoló’s arm and dashes up a boulder on the side of the path, standing atop it like a mighty conqueror. “I was Quynh! Tiger of Au Lac! Scourge of Nanyue! The Heavenly Arrow of Lam Ap! I still am! Quynh of the mighty bow and fast daggers! She who laughs as she kills!” With a snarling laugh she leaps from the rock and lands beside him, and he can’t help but smile at her. “And I am still Andromache’s, as well. When we reunited, it was all the sweeter. Knowing who I was alone helped me love her more.”

Trying to explore any differences between Andromaquynh and Joenicky and also because I want to write reunion sex. This entire fic came about because I had a mental image of Nicky and Joe rolling down a sand dune as they kiss, which amused me.

Tagging uhhhhh @non-un-topo @dangerouscommiesubversive and @veradragonjedi

#wip wednesdays #pixie writes #the old guard #joenicky #andromaquynh

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Request Part 3)

Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Part 3)

Warnings: Mentions of emesis (vomit), mentions of sex, mentions of labor, mentions of menstrual products.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ADULT THEMES DISCUSSED.

Author’s Note: Don’t hate me lol. I was going to leave this at three parts but there was some ground I wanted to cover. I will have one more part and that will officially be the end of this little series. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read this, love it, or reblog it. It means a lot to me. My inbox is open for requests for Joseph x reader or Eddie x reader, however, it may take me a few days to get them out as I have four in line. I’m sorry if this is not as good as the others but the last part will be the best. :)

Request: Could you write one where the reader and Joseph are trying for a baby? Could it be smut including unprotected sex? (I will put the rest of the request in part four—the last part now since I don’t want any spoilers lol) @thomas-ellis

Since you asked to be tagged dear! @kellysimagines

Another month had passed, making you an estimated twelve weeks pregnant. You documented every week with a picture of your still barely noticeable bump. Your morning sickness was at its peak, happening almost every morning. You usually climbed out of bed in a hurry, causing Joseph to jar out of his sleep, quick to come behind you and hold your hair back. You usually skipped breakfast which you knew you shouldn’t be doing but you couldn’t keep it down.

This morning was no different. You snapped out of your sleep, immediately feeling nauseated. You threw the cover back and sprung out of the bed. You barely made it before you began throwing up. This was your new morning routine. Just a minute later, Joseph was behind you pulling your hair back. Most men couldn’t tolerate it but he didn’t seem to mind it. He hated you were having morning sickness, the one symptom you wish you could have skipped.

You closed your eyes, flushing the commode before leaning back against the door again, the cold tile on the floor feeling comfortable in contrast to your warm body.

“Love, I’m so sorry.”, he sighed as he rubbed your shoulders.

“It’s fine.”, you coughed out as he handed you a towel.

“This is kind of my fault.”, he chuckled easily, trying to make you smile.

“It’s really okay, Joe.”, you smiled lightly, wiping your face with the towel before attempting to stand up.

He helped you stand up and you walked over to the vanity, eyeing yourself in the mirror. You looked rough but you felt even rougher. Today was your monthly appointment and you were glad you made it in the afternoon after how you were feeling. You all had been debating when to tell your all’s families. You were still hesitant, wanting to make sure everything was okay.

Joseph was going out of town in a few days for a week and this would give you an opportunity to decide when to tell them. Joseph had a bigger family that consisted of his mom, dad, brother, and two sisters. They liked to go out to dinner and on holidays so you all thought about a trip to break the news.

“Do you want anything to eat, love? A banana? Apples? Grapes? Toast?”, he listed a few things easy on your stomach.

“Just toast, Joe.”, you breathed easily as you began brushing your teeth.

“Anything on it?”, he asked.

You shook your head and he kissed your cheek before going downstairs. He was really encouraging you to eat something. You knew you needed to. But it was so hard when you always woke up sick every morning. You spit out your toothpaste before rinsing your mouth. You reorganized your side of the vanity before going downstairs to buy Joseph a couple of minutes to make his food before yours. You couldn’t stomach the smell.

After you felt satisfied, you made your way downstairs to see him getting your toast out of the toaster. He gave you two pieces, hoping you would eat them both. You smiled at him, appreciating his effort. He had already placed his breakfast on the table. You sat down at the table and he brought your toast over. He gave you some water to drink as he knew you didn’t want anything else.

You all talked through breakfast, excited to see the baby again and this time hopefully you’d be able to hear its heartbeat. You all wouldn’t know the gender of the baby for a few more weeks but you all had debated keeping it a surprise. It would be harder for the family to buy anything but sometimes ultrasound technicians were wrong. You were able to make it through one complete piece of toast, an accomplishment for you at this point.

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You sat in the doctor’s office once again. You checked in and sat back down beside Joseph. It was calmer today with just a couple of pregnant women. They were noticeably pregnant unlike you. This made you feel slightly awkward. Joseph picked up an expecting parent magazine, flipping through it to pass some time away while you all were waiting. You giggled at him easily as he raised an eyebrow at you playfully.

Thirty minutes passed before they called you back into the office. The nurse checked your weight and blood pressure, both normal. The nurse explained you had actually lost two pounds instead of gaining, raising slight concern in you and Joseph. You were asked about any new symptoms before the nurse instructed you to pee in a cup to make sure there were no early signs of gestational diabetes.

Dr.Bennett came in a few minutes after you had come back from the bathroom. She listened to your heart and lungs again, everything checking out. She asked if you had been having nausea and you explained to her it was every single morning with maybe an exception of one. She reassured you this was normal and the probable cause for losing a few pounds and not to worry right now. She prescribed you some Zofran to have at home to help alleviate that feeling of nausea.

This made you feel better. Dr.Bennett asked you to lay back and she felt your abdomen, measuring it easily. You were on track according to her. She asked if you needed anything else before sending the ultrasound technician in. You denied any further needs and she stated she would see you back in another month and for you to make another appointment at the front desk on your way out.

You went ahead and laid back on the table, anticipating what would happen next. Joseph smiled over at you as the door opened just seconds later. It was the same ultrasound technician you had last time. She once again squirted some of the cold gel on your stomach, causing cold chills to appear. Joseph took your hand as she began running the transducer over your stomach again. All of a sudden instead of a bunch of high-pitched noise, you heard a strong, steady heartbeat. Joseph smiled at you, already wearing the look of a proud daddy on his face. Tears were noticeable in his eyes and yours.

“Baby has a nice, strong heartbeat. 142.”, she smiled.

“That’s our baby.”, you smiled.

“Yes, love. Our Baby Q.”, he smirked, blinking his tears back, running his free hand over his face, sniffling.

You all had gotten into a habit of calling your baby, Baby Q as a little nickname. This time the ultrasound showed the baby had gotten a little bigger, its head becoming more defined. You could see its little nose and mouth. You could see its legs more this time, even its little foot. Joseph getting emotional was so sweet and made you realize you had made the perfect decision by choosing him as your baby’s father.

“Your baby is being very cooperative. They usually are shy.”, the ultrasound tech laughed.

She was busy taking some pictures for you all while you all admired your little baby. You all were head over heels. She printed the images as you wiped the gel off, sitting up. Joseph helped you off the table as she handed you all the pictures. You all scheduled yet another appointment which would be your 16-week check-up. Then would be your 20-week check-up. It was hard to believe it would soon be your halfway mark.

Once you got home, you admired the pictures of Baby Q. It was so hard for Joseph not to tell his parents. He and his mom FaceTimed quite often. While he was gone to cons and doing interviews, she called often and checked on you. It was nice that his mom liked you. You dreaded that Joseph was leaving in a few days but you were proud of him. He asked you again and again if you would be okay while he was gone. You assured him you would.

He told you if anything happened to you or the baby, he wanted to know and he would be home on the next flight. You told him you’d be okay but assured him if anything happened, you would let him know. He was satisfied with that answer. That dreadful morning came when he was leaving and you began to feel overly emotional. He grabbed his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

Joseph was delayed for his flight by a few minutes. You began crying and sobbing, begging him not to go. This ripped his heart out and he debated canceling last minute, but you quickly dried your tears. You knew it was the mood swings beginning and told him the fans needed him and you didn’t want to stand in his way. Once he felt you were okay, he left for the airport. You would count down the days while he was gone.

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Your 20-week check-up went well. The baby’s heartbeat was normal and Baby Q was measuring a week ahead now. Your nausea was still intense but the Zofran was giving you some relief from throwing up. You had gained a pound back since your last visit. You and Joseph had decided once he got home you all were going to take a trip to his childhood home in South London, England. His brother and sisters were going to be in and you both figured this would be a perfect opportunity to tell his family.

At 20 weeks and three days, you and Joseph had been in bed, his hand on your stomach as you all watched television. He always talked to the baby before bed. You thought it was the cutest thing and you brushed through his curly hair as he got close to your growing stomach. He rubbed your stomach just like he always did as you fell asleep. All of a sudden, he gasped and his eyes lit up.

“Did you feel that?”, he asked, excitedly.

You nodded. “Felt like a kick. Man, this kid has got some power behind it.”

He chuckled. “Baby Q is showing out for mommy and daddy tonight, aren’t you?”

You were now 22 weeks pregnant and it was becoming slightly obvious. It would be harder to hide while you were on your all’s small holiday. The baby was active during the day, sometimes even active as you were trying to sleep from pure exhaustion. You seemed to stay tired all the time, barely feeling like doing things around the house that had to be done. Joseph jumped in and helped as much as he could. You all also decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise until its birth.

You all were leaving in the morning for London and you were nervous about flying this time. Especially being pregnant. You zipped your suitcase, feeling your back aching. Joseph came into the bedroom, noticing you.

“Hurting love?”

“Yeah, a little. But I’m done packing.”, you smiled.

You packed a lot of dresses, babydoll tops, oversized shirts, and leggings. Your jeans would hardly zip nowadays. Joseph grabbed your suitcase and took it downstairs with his. Your all’s flight left early in the morning. You honestly dreaded getting up, praying maybe for one morning you wouldn’t be sick. How were you going to hide your morning sickness at Joseph’s parent’s house? His mom was over the moon that you all were coming to stay for a week.

You all mentally went over a list of everything you needed to take with you. Your Zofran was a must-have. The only thing you were waiting to pack was your make-up. You all fell asleep by seven-thirty that evening, exhausted from packing. The alarm clock went off sooner than it should. Joseph yawned, hitting the snooze button before sitting up in bed. You laid there, feeling him get up and begin getting dressed almost immediately.

For once, you didn’t have nausea waking up. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. London’s time zone was five hours different and it would take you some getting used to. Jet lag was in the cards for you and Joseph. You eyed the alarm clock. Four-thirty. You groaned, throwing your covers back before stretching, feeling the baby move easily.

“Good morning Baby Q. We are leaving to see Nan and Grandad and tell them all about you.”, you laughed as Joseph came back into the bedroom.

Joseph said his mom and dad would prefer Nan and Grandad and you all had got in a habit of calling them that already, careful not to in front of them yet.

“I see you’re feeling better love.”, he said kissing you before touching your stomach.

You nodded. “I hope it lasts.”

Joseph kissed your cheek before going downstairs to load the suitcases in the car. You quickly slid on black leggings and a flowy white top. It hid your growing baby bump well enough for now. You quickly did minimal make-up, and put earrings in before you met Joseph downstairs. He had loaded everything and you all were ready to go to the airport. It was still dark outside as you all drove to the airport.

Joseph yawned, still visibly tired. He focused on the road, making small conversation with you along the way. You all parked at the airport, unloading your suitcases. You all went through security checkpoints which took a little while. Soon, they called for your flight and you boarded with no problems. You both slept for the majority of the flight before waking up for the last few hours of your flights. It was already daytime and that was messing with your head.

His parents were meeting you all at the airport so you wouldn’t have to rent a car. You all landed and got through customs before getting your luggage. You were nervous meeting his mom and dad again, even though you had met them in Paris after your all’s engagement. He held your hand as you all waded through the crowds of people before he spotted his mom and dad waving wildly.

He chuckled as you all neared them, his mom taking him into a huge hug.

“Joseph, we missed you so bad dear.”, his mom kissed his cheek, causing him to blush.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N. How was the flight?”, his dad asked you as he hugged you lightly.

“Good, just I feel so tired.”, you laughed.

“Time change is a wanker.”, his father agreed.

His mom finally released him before turning her attention to you. “I’m so glad you and Joseph came to see us Y/N. You look beautiful—just glowing.”, his mom smiled as she hugged you.

The last sentence made you shoot a glance at Joseph with wide eyes before smiling. He picked up on it too. She released you and you prayed she hadn’t hugged you too tight to notice your stomach. They helped you all with your luggage. You had the ultrasounds in your purse. Every set you had. You were nervous to tell them but Joseph seemed to not be as nervous.

His mom already informed him his sisters and brother were waiting for him at home, excited to see their brother. It didn’t take long to arrive to their house and there were several cars parked in the driveway. Joseph grew up in South London and you were excited to see his childhood home for the first time. Joseph helped you out of the car as his parents unloaded your all’s luggage.

You all cleared the door, and immediately were met with his two sisters running to hug their brother. They almost tackled him with hugs, teasing him easily about getting a girl as pretty as you. His brother came to the door, instantly grabbing him in one swift motion, holding him under his arm, giving him a noogie, and messing up Joseph’s perfect hair. He quickly went to smooth his hair back down, beginning to introduce you to his siblings. Everyone made you feel right at home.

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The week seemed to pass all too quickly. Joseph’s mom and dad had made you feel right at home. The time change really messed with you, causing you to sleep in most of the second day but after that, it got a little easier. Baby Q didn’t like the time change though. Tonight was the night you were going to tell his parents. You admired the dress you had chosen to wear since you all were going out to a nice restaurant. You checked your make-up one last time as Joseph slid on his loafers to match his grey suit.

You had gotten sick a few times while at his mom and dad’s house but Joseph helped them chalk it up to the time change. You had the ultrasound pictures in your purse. Joseph had already called the restaurant ahead of time to order a dessert to surprise them. His siblings were joining with their spouses.

“Joe, I’m so nervous.”, you laughed easily.

He smirked. “It’ll be okay love. They’ll be over the moon.”, he reassured you.

The restaurant was private. It was a warm evening, so you all opted to sit outside. You all joined everyone at a huge table. You sat down beside Joseph, nervously running your hands over your dress as the waiter asked for your drink selection. Everyone else including Joseph’s parents ordered an alcoholic drink—that was except for you.

“You’re not gonna drink dear?’, his mother questioned beside him, looking down the table at you.

“No, thanks. I’m still not feeling the best.”, you excused, politely, opting for water instead.

Joseph eyed you from the corner of his eye. The waiter brought everyone’s drinks and your water before going around the table asking for everyone’s food selections. Everyone began reminiscing, sharing stories about each other. His family had a strong bond and that was refreshing to see in this day and time. You laughed, smiling at Joseph throughout dinner especially when his mom told a funny story about him.

You knew soon you all would have a baby and get to watch it grow up, developing its own unique personality. You knew it was getting closer to dessert and your stomach was twisting in knots. You were unsure if the baby didn’t like dinner as you were not used to eating food from England or your nerves. Personally, you hoped for the latter.

“Are you all ready for dessert?”, the waiter asked.

“I’ll take care of it.”, Joseph spoke up, the waiter already informed of the surprise.

“Joseph.”, his mom interjected. “You don’t have to do that.”

He quickly dismissed her, ordering a few different desserts for everyone. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you felt the twisting feeling in your stomach intensify. It seemed like an eternity passed before the waiter, followed by another came back out, bringing all the desserts. One waiter went around the table serving a small brownie with ice cream or vanilla cheesecake to each of his siblings and their spouses.

The other waiter went over to Joseph’s parents, sitting down a large brownie with icing on it before stepping back. Joseph grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling at you as his mom and dad squinted to read it.

“We-love-you-Nan and Grandad.”, his mom spoke slowly.

It took them both a moment to register what they had just read. His mom’s eyes instantly lit up and she jumped up from her seat. All of his siblings and their spouses wore surprised looks but quickly turned into excitement as they cheered.

“You’re pregnant?!”, she eyed you.

You nodded, not being able to avoid the tears welling up in your eyes as you smiled.

“Oh my God. I had no idea!”, she exclaimed as she came over and kissed Joseph and hugged you both. His dad followed suit, congratulating you both.

Joseph was proud of this and it warmed your heart to see him like this.

“How far along are you?”, his mom asked, wiping her tears back before laughing.

“She’s twenty-two weeks and six days now?”, Joseph eyed you.

You nodded.

“I’m gonna be a nan. My baby boy is having a baby. Do you know what it is?”, she asked.

“We are keeping it a surprise until the baby is born.”, you smiled at Joseph.

“Imagine a little girl. A granddaughter.”, his mom smiled at his father.

“We might get a little grandson.”, his father smirked back to his mother.

Joseph had been right. They were both over the moon at the news of Baby Q. His mom and dad were playfully debating whether it would be a boy or girl, causing you and Joseph to laugh. His mom and dad insisted they would fly to the States and be there for the birth of their grandchild.

“Show me your baby bump.”, his mom insisted, her excitement evident.

You stood up at the table and pulled your dress tighter, making your growing bump visible. It was significantly bigger than it had been. You ran your hand down it. Joseph was smiling, beaming just like a proud daddy.

“Oh my. Look at that.”, his mom beamed at his father, them both smiling.

She asked if she could feel your bump to which you agreed and tried to guide her hand enough where she could feel the baby kick because Baby Q had been kicking like crazy. Joseph kept his eyes on both of you, slight tears noticeable in his eyes, him wiping them away every few minutes. He was already a proud daddy. Her eyes lit up when she felt it, laughing with pure joy as she felt the baby kick.

“Joseph used to do that to me all the time. He give me the hardest time.”, she looked at him.

Joseph’s cheeks grew red as he brushed a hand through his curly hair. A motion he did when he was embarrassed but you thought it was cute as ever. His mom immediately followed by asking if you had any ultrasound pictures. You informed her you had all of them with you. You opened your purse, pulling them out before handing them to her in order.

“Oh my God. Look at it.”, his mom smiled as she showed his dad, making over your all’s little peanut.

They took their time looking at each ultrasound image, making over Baby Q. Joseph motioned for you to come over to him. He stood up, kissing your cheek and holding you. His brother and sisters got up, and began looking at the pictures, making over the fact their baby brother was having a baby. You smirked at Joseph thinking this was the cutest thing. His mom and dad hugged you both, congratulating you and handing the ultrasound pictures back to you.

His mom made it clear that at the next appointment she wanted pictures texted to her immediately and she wanted to FaceTime with you all every now and then to see the progress of your bump. You all agreed immediately. Dinner was soon over and everyone went back to the house. The night was filled with photo albums and home videos. Joseph seemed a little embarrassed but you assured him he was absolutely adorable. You couldn’t wait to have memories with him and your baby.

Before you knew it, it was time to board your flight home. The week had been a nice getaway but now it was time to go home and focus on your all’s growing family. The next few months flew by as Joseph was gone for a few weeks every now and then working on some new projects and doing meet and greets. In the next few appointments, everything looked good and your glucose test came back good with no signs of gestational diabetes.

You were now 36 weeks pregnant and feeling every second of it. You only had four weeks to go if you could make it to 40 weeks. Baby Q was still measuring a week ahead. It didn’t feel as though the baby had dropped yet so labor was still a ways out. You had felt Braxton Hicks contractions quite frequently. Dr.Bennett assured you that real labor pains would be in your back and not so much in your stomach. Baby Q was more defined, even being able to see facial features. Joseph couldn’t believe how clear the 3D ultrasound was. You all had decided Baby Q had Joseph’s nose. No question about that.

After that week, you had an appointment every week. By week 37, Baby Q was still not head down. You could feel the baby in your rib cage, making it harder to breathe and sleep near impossible. Joseph loved that he could feel the baby kick more and the baby’s movement was much more defined. You were ready to have this baby in your arms. You had your baby shower, realizing you were cutting it close. All of your friends and Joseph’s came, amazed by the fact you hadn’t gone into labor yet. You and Joseph took the cutest pictures, some you framed immediately.

Week 38 came and your belly had dropped according to Dr. Bennett. Baby Q was also head down, a sign labor was imminent. Joseph helped you with the baby’s nursery as you began nesting mode. You all had decided on grey and white for the nursery as the gender was a surprise. You all had decided to wait to buy the crib bedding. You all had diapers, wipes, pacifiers, blankets, bottles, and gender-neutral outfits galore. His mom and dad were going to buy a few things once they flew in and found out the baby’s gender.

Joseph added finishing touches as you sat in the floor organizing everything. You both felt satisfied as you stood back and admired your work. You and Joseph had the hospital bags packed and were prepared at any time. You had ordered an outfit for a baby girl and one for a baby boy. This would be the baby’s going home outfit. It was exciting for you both to be surprised with the gender of your all’s first baby. You all had decided on names for either a boy or girl.

Week 39 was uneventful. Dr.Bennett decided to give you another week before she would induce you. Everything was perfect with Baby Q. You groaned as you left the doctor’s office in the car.

“What’s wrong love?”, Joseph asked, already knowing the answer.

“So miserable. I just want to have this baby already.”, you groaned.

Joseph took one of his hands off the steering wheel before holding your hand, lifting it up to his lips, and placing a gentle kiss on it. “I know love. Maybe we should take some of Dr.Bennett’s advice?”

Dr.Bennett had given you all a few ideas to help induce labor. Exercise, relaxation, eating spicy foods, and even sex. You had relayed to her that you would like to go into labor naturally and hopefully have a natural childbirth if you could withstand the pain.

“Maybe go for a walk this evening?”, you sighed at him, trying the simplest idea first.

He agreed. You all arrived at home and you decided you were going to take a nap first. Joseph sat in the living room with you, stroking your hair as you fell asleep with your head in his lap. He allowed you to sleep for about an hour and a half before waking you up for that walk. Part of you was slightly pissed at him at first but you remembered you really wanted to have this baby.

You all went for a walk, enjoying the nice fall weather. Leaves were on the ground in front of you, crunching underneath your all’s tennis shoes. You both talked about how exciting Christmas would be, now that you all had a baby to share it with. Joseph’s parents were flying out first thing in the morning and would be staying with you all for a little while. His mom made it a point that she didn’t want to wear out her welcome, however, you both knew you would value her help with a newborn baby.

The walk didn’t help. You tried to sleep on your body pillow but couldn’t get comfortable no matter which way you tossed or turned. You groaned in disgust.

“Can’t sleep, love?”, Joseph yawned as he flipped on the lamp.

You shook your head. “Nope. Baby Q thinks mommy doesn’t need sleep apparently.”

He chuckled. “You know we could try the other idea to help induce labor.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Seriously, Joe?”

“Dr. Bennett recommended it, you know.”

You thought for a moment. “Yeah,but look at me. I’m a cow.”

You were a little self-conscious of your changing body but Joseph reassured you that you were still beautiful and you were carrying his child.

“You’re beautiful, love.”, his eyes filled with desire.

“Really?”

“Really.”, he beamed, slowly tracing your hip.

It didn’t take much convincing before you found yourself on top of Joseph, you all making love most of the night until you both passed out from exhaustion. It was the some of the best sleep you had gotten since your stomach had gotten bigger. You struggled to ease out from Joseph’s arm without waking him up. He stirred slightly but turned over, grabbed his pillow, and settled right back down.

You waddled your way to the bathroom, flipping the light on. You felt like going to the bathroom may ease some of the pressure and pain in your abdomen. It didn’t. You sighed as you made your way to the mirror, looking at yourself. All of a sudden, you felt a gush of fluid and looked down in the floor.

“Joseph!”, you yelled out, fear in your voice.

It didn’t take him a second before he was in the bathroom after hearing the panic and fear laced in your voice.

“Whats going on lo-oh my God. Is that—?”

“My water broke.”, you interrupted him, panic taking over you.

He was going to keep his head about this. He grabbed a towel from the closet, tossing it in the floor to dry up the excess so you wouldn’t fall.

“Love just go to the bathroom and wash up real fast and we will go to the hospital, okay?”, he kissed your cheek as he helped you into the bathroom.

“Joe, I’m scared.”, you breathed, tears on the brink of falling.

“You’re going to do fine, love. We get to meet Baby Q soon. Do you need me to help you?”, he asked calmly.

You nodded. He helped you into the shower before going and grabbing your clean clothes, towels, and washcloth. Dr. Bennett had you if your water broke to come in immediately to be checked. You were shaking as you turned on the water, trying to get your senses back. You had seen this happen on television but it was different in real life.

Joseph stayed in the bathroom to help you as you needed. Your shower felt like it was in slow motion as your mind was realizing this was real. Joseph handed you your body towel to wrap up in as he helped you out of the shower, ensuring you didn’t fall. Once you were finished drying off, you grabbed your clothes and slid them on.

“Can you hand me a pad Joe?”, you asked sniffling.

Without hesitation, he handed you one. This would help until you got to the hospital. He helped you downstairs to the couch while he quickly loaded your all’s bags. He immediately made a phone call to his mom and dad as he went out the door, hoping he would reach them. He came back in for you, helping you to the vehicle.

He knew you were scared, frankly, he was too but he was excited to finally meet his son or daughter.

“Love, you’re going to do great.”, he held your hand again.

“I’m just nervous. I want everything to be okay.”, you sighed. “Did you get in touch with your mom and dad?”

He nodded. “They’ve landed and they’re going to the house first until we hear from the doctor if you’re in labor or not.”

You once again admired your engagement ring before looking up at Joseph driving. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was a dream.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?”, you asked hesitantly.

Joseph snorted easily. “Do I think? I know you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

He smiled over at you and you looked up at him, smiling. It didn’t take just a few more minutes before you all turned off near the hospital. It was early morning that the sky had light blue hues with some pink and yellow mixed in. Joseph parked near the ER entrance. He came around and helped you out of the vehicle, allowing you to move at your own pace. You all walked across the parking lot, wondering if this was the moment you all had been waiting for.

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson hc #stranger things #eddie imagines

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nicolos · 2 years

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i understand that certain people in this fandom have grown extremely brave, and that this whole event is the result of that, nevermind individual works in the event, which have made it impossible for me, at least, to go into the tag for long since the start of october - however, this, the work in the tag today, is just the absolute fucking depth of depravity.

for one: having been here for over 2 yrs now, i am familiar in some way with the way this fandom has operated, and i know that works like these are in some way almost engineered out of spite, like saying "look what i can do and you can't stop me." i am sorry to anybody that feels this is an appropriate response - it's not. it's... i hope you understand that this is not [just] angering, it's horrifying and frightening, the fact that people would bring in such a level of awfulness, this degree of it, for the sake of shocking people or spite.

to those of you who have been a part of this event and are trying to be "mild" or "normal" about it - this is the company you're in. this is what the people you are willingly associating yourself with, apparently, are doing. this is what they're creating! even if you haven't had reason to so far, please really, really think about who and what you're aligning yourself with. what it is you claim is alright or acceptable or even remotely appropriate. what you're saying about yourself by being friends with these people!

and it's not about optics or friendship or sides - if you think this is about "position" at this point, or even about the dramatic and god-awful history of this fandom, i would urge you to reconsider that not from the perspective of what's happened before, but purely from the content being created and what it reflects.

please consider what these people believe - not about fanfiction, not about artistic representation, but about characters like joe, and by extension, about real people. to anticipate the argument that these are fictional characters and that fiction isn't reality - even if that was true, your readers are real. the people looking for fic in the tags are real. the harm you cause to those people is very real

please have just a moment of thinking what it means that even one (1) person was brave enough to post something like this in the tags in this event, and what it says about how they think of this character - one of the only brown muslim mlm in all of media to be in a happy and loving long-term relationship

to those of you that have had even a moment's pause when seeing this in the tags or in some server or anywhere: please, please think about it seriously and honestly and consider why that is, and why other people haven't had that pause.

if this has been explained to you at any level, told that this is to draw out those who are trying to censor or police fanfiction and creativity, consider why that might be when clearly, any attempt that has been made has been in vain if such fic exists. and maybe have a think about why this degree of violence is considered appropriate as a way to spite naysayers - and if it should be, and if you agree with that. and what it says about those explaining it to you that they are willing to accept or offer those explanations.

#the old guard fandom #tog fandom #tog discourse #// throwing myself into the lions den huh. but i just cannot take it anymore #// i am at my limit i crossed it sometime in the first week of october

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theminecraftbee · 1 year

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sometimes I think a lot about aus that exist only in my head that I’ll probably never write. today I’m thinking about. AU where joe is a mostly normal human who just happens to have the weirdest supernatural luck. one day he accidentally stumbles through a fair circle while trying to dodge a debt collector on the way home from work, and catches the eye of two notorious fey, scar and cub. despite the fact he’s otherwise a normal human, he also manages to get back out of the feywild, despite scar hunting him for sport and cub trying to entrap him.

cub and scar, fascinated by this, then start bothering him in the human world. scar is more the wild hunt kind of fae, cub is more the “entrap with trickery and wordplay” kind of fae. joe, being joe, keeps on escaping being got by either of them. however, also joe being joe, he slowly starts to actually befriend them. he starts having regular lunch dates with cub in which cub only barely bothers trying to entrap joe. he and scar end up basically playing tag. and scar and cub end up starting to feel the very strange sensation of starting to become slightly more human, thanks to proximity with joe so constantly. meanwhile, joe’s own morality is becoming slightly more inhuman, as he spends so much time hanging out with cub and scar.

they form a weird equilibrium, right up until joe shows up to a lunch date in disarray. his only human friend, cleo, has gone missing while investigating a series of supernatural murders, and there’s someone after him, too. he doesn’t have the money or resources or anything to escape it. so, like, if he shows up dead, hey, at least he’s probably found cleo? haha. sorry he knows you two are immortal but he’s not but he’d assumed he had like, at least another decade in him before dying tragically young and teaching cub and scar about death, changing the trajectory of their lives forever—

cub steeples his fingers on the table, and he’s both more straightforward and less than he’s been in a long time with joe. and he asks joe: well, true, you alone don’t have the resources to fix this. but cub and scar—they’re powerful in their own right. and right now, they don’t have enough jurisdiction over joe to actually help, especially if there’s another powerful supernatural entity killing things right now. but what they do have is…

hey, joe, cub knows it’s been months since he last even bothered asking, but desperate times. how are you at contract negotiations? how would you like to sell yourself to the fae?

and things then go from there,

#anyway cleo manages to claw her way to undeath after her murder for the record and is an undead monster hunter #but our protagonists Don’t Know This Yet #if I didn’t ALREADY have a sprawling joe hills-based urban fantasy au though…

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THE BRIDESMAID PROBLEM

Summary: Y/n and Joe's friendship, much like the war, came to an abrupt end in Berchtesgaden. Years later, in their close friend's wedding, fate provides them a second chance to mend what they broke off.

Pairing: Joe Liebgott x Reader

Genre: fluff-ish

Tags:

Band Of Brothers: @mavericksparky @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language and that's about it? Damn who am I

A/N: credit for the smacking on the nose goes to @itswormtrain thank you very much for putting that vivid image in my mind. I'm very aware of the fact that Liebgott didn't keep in touch with anyone from Easy Company after the war, but bear with me. Side note, this was originally going to be a Malarkey fic but I rewrote it entirely for it to fit Lieb lmao. That said, hope you enjoy <3

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C'mon, Y/n, you can do this, I spurred myself, hand on the metallic door knob. You were a paratrooper, for God's sake.

Knock knock.

"It's open!"

With a slow push on the wooden surface, I was able to walk into the narrow estance at the back of the chapel that currently served as changing room for the groom and groomsman.

Before me, a very hopeless Floyd Talbert attempted in vain to do his tie knot, and a stressed Joe Liebgott muttered profanities whilst pacing.

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen." they both ceased their actions and turned to me with a surprised face. "Arlene told me to tell you that the... bridesmaid problem? Is solved."

Ah, the bridesmaid problem; Floyd's soon-to-be wife had gotten into a serious argument with her friend a few days prior to the wedding, which led to Arlene Hunt finding out she lacked a bridesmaid last minute.

Chaos had unleashed, until the bride's mother had laid her eyes on me. Soon enough, I was dragged into the ceremony even before I could go and greet Tab.

"Apparently, I'm the bridesmaid?" I announced, rubbing my hands with nervousness. "I don't-"

"Y/n Y/l/n!" Tab claimed my name with a smile, stalking across the room to give me a quick hug. "Didn't know if you'd make it."

"Matter of fact, I almost didn't." I laughed softly, returning the affectionate gesture. "The trip was dreadful. I just got here."

"Joe could've brought you here. He came all the way from San Francisco, too." That statement made us both spare a proper look at a starstruck Joe, half forgotten in the room with his mouth agape. "Right Joe?"

"Huh?"

"The cab. You two could've come together."

"Oh! yeah." He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll... drive you back to your place after the wedding."

"You don't have to." I assured him.

"No, I will— don't fight me, it's fine."

I gave him a tight-lipped smile, clutching my purse as if my life depended on it.

Floyd puffed, his eyes traveling from Joe to me, and back to Joe. The tension heaved over us so visibly that it could have been cut with a knife.

"Okay I'm gonna go... Attend groom's matters." Talbert announced, gently moving me out of the way in order to reach the door.

"Ain't that supposed to be my—" Liebgott's words were cut short by the abrupt shut of the door behind me. "He's a mess."

"He is." I agreed, taking my hands to my back. "Floyd Talbert marrying. Who would've thought?"

"Fuck, not even him." Joe remarked, triggered an quiet amused chuckle on my part. "You look beautiful, by the way." He added, nonchalantly motioning at my form.

My cheeks heated ever so slightly, my gaze casted down to check the way I looked myself. "Why, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

He clicked his tongue, briefly giving his head a side tilt, eyes wandering off to the side of the room while he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Had to look sharp for today."

"Well, you sure do."

We both shared a nervous look and seemed to wander the same thing. Gosh, where was this awkwardness coming from? Floyd, Joe and I used to be as thick as thieves. Now we couldn't even hold a proper conversation.

Drifting apart, time and the war were to blame, sure, but Joe and I had had a hand in it too.

Spring of '45

"—Y/n for fuck's sake!" Liebgott's hand made the door come to a halt and pushed it wide open, shortly after I had attempted to shut it behind me.

"I don't wanna hear it!"

"Too fucking bad!"

"Leave!"

I was very much aware that our shouts were most likely echoing through the whole hotel, which was the opposite to what we both would have liked, but the panic led me to have a very irrational response to Joe's words.

With a huff, he turned, not to leave but to close the door behind him. At least we'd have some privacy. "If you don't wanna hear it then why'd you fuckin' ask?!"

"BECAUSE" I clapped my hands together. "I didn't THINK the response to 'what's wrong with you today' would be 'I think I'm IN LOVE WITH YOU'!" Throwing my hands in the air definitely added unnecessary dramatism to the situation, but I couldn't stop myself.

"I know that wasn't the ideal love confession you expected but—"

"What you're implying is unethical." Outloud sounded even more absurd than in my head, and I had to mentally facepalm myself.

"The hell— that's— feelings are not unethical, you stupid fuck!"

"Hey!"

"What a poor fuckin' excuse! You've always been bad at handling your feelings—"

"Look who's talk—"

"—but this one takes the cake!" He took a couple of steps in my direction and I could tell he was about to spiral. "I'm your fucking friend! The least you can do is reject me properly! And instead what— you run upstairs and try to shut the door on my face! you coward. selfish. assh—"

Smack.

Not giving a single thought to the impulse I had just felt sent us into an abrupt silence.

Joe lips parted in shock as he took a step back with his hand on his nose, while my own covered my mouth, eyes widened.

"Did you just... Smack me in the nose?!" His tone held outrage and disbelief in such a way that it was almost comical.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out in a whisper. "I dunno what—"

He had taken advantage of my frozen state to smack me back. Talbert's voice echoed in my mind; 'you two behave like middle schoolers'.

"Why would you do that?!"

"You smacked me in the nose!" Running his hands through his hair, he did a half turn and, after letting out a frustrated groan, faced me again. "Listen, if you don't feel the same way, just say it."

"Okay!" My mind buzzed with an answer that was so définitive, so simple, that it became difficult to voice. So instead of speaking the truth, I didn't speak at all.

" 'Okay' what?"

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until the only coherent sentence I put together fell from my lips. "Fuck you."

I didn't stay to listen to his response. Needless to say, that chaotic argument we had in Zell am See, had been the last time we had spoken to each other.

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"what kinda bridesmaid bails the day of the wedding?" I commented with a frown in an attempt to make a proper conversation from a scratch.

"A stupid one." I an amused smile tugged on the corner of my lip. "Mind helping me out with the tie?" I shook my head in the negative before taking a few careful steps to reach Joe. "I told Tab I didn't like that broad." He explained while I passeohim my purse and reached for the undone tie around his collar. "Always saying shit to Arlene 'bout—"

"Alright, Joe, let's not speak ill of future Mrs. Talbert's friend." I warned with a quirked brow.

"Aye, Sarge." His mocking tone earned him a warning glare, which, as soon as I looked up at the ghost of his cocky smirk, turned into an endeared glance.

Oh, what I would do for that smile.

"You're staring." It was nothing more than a whisper, but it did the trick to snap me out of my daze.

"Am I?" My voice was just as quiet, my eyes leaving his face in order to focus on finishing the knot of the tie.

He hummed affirmatively. "Not that I mind it." Done with my task, I straightened the tie over his chest, giving him a pat on it. "I missed havin' those pretty eyes on me."

'And I missed you', I wanted to say, but a quick yet loud knock on the door made me step away from Joe. "Y/n, the bride's callin' for ya!"

"Comin'!" I gave my old friend an apologetic smile and stepped backwards to the door.

"See ya out there." He threw me my purse and I nodded, swiftly turning around to exit the room.

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The church ceremony flew by; before we knew it, pictures had been taken and we all have a considerable portion of cake in our plates. The banquet had been simple— a frugal meal by the church, and lots of laughs and drinks.

As endearing as the couple of newly weds were, my attention seemed to keep drifting off to Joe, who kept wandering around, jumping from one conversation to another, occasionally having a drink alone.

"He hates talkin' 'bout the war." Floyd had explained to me. "Whenever someone brings it up, he leaves."

Understandable, I thought. The war was still a hot topic —to the dismay of most soldiers—; people would inevitably bring it up in every conversation.

Eventually, I joined Joe in his nomadic demeanor. We stuck together throughout the remaining of the celebration, much like we had done back in the church, due to our duties as groomsman and bridesmaid. The more we talked, the more my regrets weighed on me.

We had spent years without contacting one another, despite living in the same city. I knew I couldn't blame it all on my reaction to his confession, but it surely had something to do.

That memory, along with the last moments of our friendship back in Berchtesgaden, played in my mind during our trip back to San Francisco.

For better or for worse, we didn't travel alone until we were getting to California.

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"There—" I leaned over the cockpit seat to point at the next turn the taxi would have to take. "That's my street."

"Huh."

"What is it?" I questioned, leaning back again for my own safety right before my very personal taxi driver turned the steering wheel in the direction I had pointed.

"I just never realized how close we live."

"Funny, isn't it?"

"I dunno if 'funny's the word." Joe muttered, slowing down the cab midway through the path. From there, it would be a mere three minute walk to my block, which was not bad, considering that Joe had brought me home from Indiana. "It was good to see ya Y/n."

"Joe?" He hummed, looking at my reflection in the rear-view mirror, the same in which I could see his eyes. With a deep breath, I shifted nervous in the backseat, unnecessarily accommodating myself. "I..."

Another sigh escaped my lips again when my eyes met his in the mirror for the second time. There was no trace of the previous curiosity in his look; his brows were now furrowed.

"You know what I'm gonna say, right?" His hand tightened around the steering wheel at my ominous tone.

"I think so."

Should I say it then? I thought. Maybe— no, not maybe; surely at this point it was uncalled for, unnecessary.

"Hold on, I'll pull up." Joe stopped me even before I could open my mouth, which I was thankful for. Purposefully or not, he had given me a couple of minutes to figure my thoughts out while he parked the vehicle.

Soon enough we both were climbing off the taxi with bowed heads.

"Okay, go ahead." He prompted me, leaning against the side of the cab.

"First of all, I'm sorry."

"See? That's how you should've started." "Not by smacking me in the face."

"I did not start by smacking you."

"My bad, you started by running away."

"I— okay yeah." I looked away in shame, an embarrassed smile twisting up my lips at the sound of a soft chuckle escaping Joe's. "Anyway."

"Go on."

"I'm sorry."

"You said that already."

"Gee, true. Okay I..." As hard as I fought the urge to avert my eyes from his, I ended up looking everywhere but at his face, rubbing my hands together in an anxious manner. "You're right. I'm horrible at handling emotions. I panicked. I— I loved you too." I finally met his gaze, relaxed and softened, and let out a relieved sigh. "I still do, I think. Just letting you know in case you don't wanna talk to me ever again."

I didn't mind what happened next, now that I had had the opportunity to get that information off my chest.

There was a moment of silence, after which Joe nodded. "Okay."

" 'Okay' what?"

He leaned on me with a shit-eating grin, hands still behind his back, pressed on the car's window, and whispered. "Fuck you."

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO PETTY? OH MY F—"

We had always seemed to have a habit of cutting off each other's sentences. Normally, it would play on our nerves, but in that moment in which Joe took a hold of my hands to bring me flush against his frame— in that moment in which his lips danced with mines under the stars of San Francisco, I didn't mind it at all.

By the hold he had on me, I don't think he minded it either.

#joe liebgott fanfiction #joe liebgott x reader #joseph liebgott fanfiction #joseph liebgott x reader #joe liebgott fluff #joseph liebgott imagine #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fandom #hbo war fic #band of brothers headcanons #ross mccall #band of brothers x reader #hbo war #floyd talbert

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f;lakjfd tagged yesterday by @socially-awkward-skeleton for wip whenever. i didn’t have much to share yesterday, but i do today! i love it when i can get some writing done during my lunch break. the syb+joe fishing fic took the wheel and i gladly let it :3

anyway, tagging: @natesofrellis, @thomrainer, @funkypoacher, @adelaidedrubman, @strangefable, @noetikat, @strafethesesinners, @aceghosts, @confidentandgood, @harmonyowl, @schoute, @purplehairsecretlair, @sstewyhosseini, @deputyash, and anyone else wanting to share some of their wip(s)!

“I wasn’t aware that you fished, either.”

Sybille shrugs. “As a hobby, it’s new, I guess.”

“Under what other circumstances did you fish?” he asks.

She’s a little taken aback by the question. “Same circumstances most people throughout history fished. Survival.” Not in the literal sense, of course. She wasn’t taking the fish she caught home with her. The boat she worked on when she should have been in high school wasn’t that kind of operation. But they paid her money that kept the lights on and a roof over her family’s head while her mom was going through chemo. They wouldn’t have gotten by without that income. So…survival.

Joseph hums thoughtfully. “You’re a provider,” he says. “A breadwinner. You hunt so others may live comfortably although you yourself suffer.”

She grits her teeth, the fine hairs on the back of her neck prickling and standing on end. “Is this an observation or a comparison?” she asks.

He’s been doing this more, recently. Comparing her to his own older sibling, and she’s not sure whether he’s caught on to her and Jacob’s illicit little affair, or if he’s just gently trying to coerce her into sympathizing with him. With them.

“You’re just like me, Jackrabbit,” Jacob had once laughed at her through a mouthful of blood. She’d had him pinned to the ground, and she’d nearly scratched his eyes from their sockets. But she’d maintained her control. She’s disciplined. She doesn’t allow her emotions to get the better of her.

So, instead she leaned in close, grabbed him by the collar and hissed, “You and I are nothing alike. I’m nothing like you, and I never will be.” Then she’d taken his face between her hands and smashed the back of his skull against the ground, leaving him bloody and unconscious on the forest floor.

She’d never been more fucking wrong in her life, but she’ll be damned if she ever admits it to anyone. Especially one of the Seeds.

“Simply a statement,” Joseph answers. “You care deeply for the people in your charge. You go to great lengths to ensure their safety.”

“Not great enough, apparently,” she says bitterly and her gut twists itself into knots at how she’s still yet to find any trace of her brother, Augustine. Then, she realizes just how thoughtless her words were, and wishes nothing more than for a fish to bite at her lure so she can reel it in. Anything to avoid the questions she knows she’s just invited.

“What makes you say that?” Joseph asks gently, and she can fucking hear the furrow of his brow.

“None of your goddamn business,” she answers moodily. Her grip on her pole tightens.

“You’re troubled by something.”

“Yeah,” she barks. “You. Your cult. Your fucking questions and how you’re acting like you’re my fuckin’ therapist.”

“So, I am two of the things that trouble you?” he asks, but there’s a playful lilt to his voice.

The smile she gives him is wry at best. “So he can joke. I think I just lost a bet.” She probably owes Sharky ten bucks. “But yeah. I guess. You and your behavior. Which I suppose are two different things, but one controls the other, so I’ll count it as one.”

He looks…oddly amused. A faint smile ghosts his lips as he returns his attention to the water. “I believe I have just lost a bet, as well.”

There’s no denying that piques her interest. Joseph Seed makes bets? With whom? That wry smile turns into something a bit more genuine. “Ain’t it a sin to gamble?”

He still doesn’t look at her when he says, “I have never claimed to be without sin, Miss La Roux. Quite the opposite, actually.”

She scoffs and shakes her head, but then she looks at him curiously. “How do you do that?” she asks.

Now he looks at her, cocking his head to the side. “Do what?”

“Whatever this is,” she says and gestures broadly to him with one hand.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

She pauses for a moment, drawing her chapped lower lip between her teeth. “This whole humble and unassuming persona. You and I both know you’re a snake in the weeds. But, I mean…If I didn’t know who you were -- if I thought you were just some plain old fisherman and not --” she cuts herself off. Calling him the Return of Jim Jones probably isn’t the best idea at the moment. “You have that priestly quality that makes people want to tell you things, is what I’m sayin’.”

She’s not sure whether she means that as a compliment.

The more time she spends with him, the looser her tongue becomes. And it’s not just because of the faint perfume of Bliss that follows him the same way incense followed her old Catholic priests. There’s something about him. Something that makes her want to kneel in front of him and bare her soul for judgment. She doesn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, but if she’s not careful she might just confide in him with something she might regret.

Hell, she’s already said too much.

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #wip wednesday

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leopardmask-ao3 · 2 years

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NHHP 2022 Day 14: Joe Hills, Joe Hills, Joe Hills

Link to the challenge Today’s Word is: Possession Characters: Joe, Cleo Season: ambiguous Other tags/warnings: Beetlejhost, astral projection sorta? Word Count: 1071

Summary: Joe enlists some help to deal with an unexpected, unwanted, undead visitor.

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Joe's spirit hovered above a build with a frown. The math of the floor plan wasn't working out, and he couldn't figure out why.

He double-checked to make sure his body was safe from hungry zombies, then circled around to view the structure from another angle, pushing the limits of his tether. No, not there, either... Wait, actually, the repeating pattern here skipped a bit. Aha! Joe made a mental note of the spot and floated back toward the tiny hut he had built to rest his body in.

Just in time to see himself open the door and walk out.

When Joe was projecting himself in jhost form like this, his body should have been, by most definitions, dead. It couldn't become undead with him tethered to it, but it was technically not alive. Dead things didn’t tend to walk around and use doors.

Joe's body stretched luxuriously and looked around with hands on hips. Not zombie behavior, anyway. Which left one other big possibility.

"Hey!" Joe yelled. His body startled, then glared directly at him, a green glow behind the eyes. Most ghosts minded their own business, but every so often, one came along who was a little too interested in him. Usually Joe checked for such malignant entities, but he had been distracted by the mistake he was looking for, it would only be a few minutes, he had thought it would be fine!

"What's your problem?" the ghost growled through Joe's mouth. Joe winced internally at the raspy voice. His throat was probably going to be sore tomorrow. That'd serve him right, he supposed.

"Well, my problem is that that's my body you've got there," Joe replied.

"Uh, I don't see a label on it," the ghost argued.

Joe glanced at the large dyed @ symbol on the front of his shirt, but chose not to comment on it. If he pointed that out, he'd just have to explain what it meant, and that just wasn't something he wanted to deal with at the moment. "I only left it for a few minutes," he said instead. "Surely you don't expect everyone to hold on to everything they own constantly, every minute of the day?"

Speaking of minutes and days, it was getting late. Hmm. That could turn out very good for Joe, or very bad - he wasn't sure yet.

The ghost barely responded, too busy going through Joe's pockets. "Ooh, what's this?" They pulled a shiny object out. Joe's communicator. "Is this how you go to other places? It is! Oh boy, this is exactly what I was looking for!" He laughed. "Beetle, you have outdone yourself this time!"

"So, you're looking to travel, then?" Joe asked, trying to distract the ghost - Beetle. "See the sights, go to fun new places? I'm sure we could arrange-"

"This piece o' junk isn't working," Beetle grumped.

Joe looked over his shoulder. Indeed, Beetle's ghostly presence was making the electronic communicator glitch and malfunction. "Well, of course it isn't working."

Beetle poked at the screen, getting no response. "What's the matter with it? Does it need a living soul or something? No, 'cause I saw that pretty zombie lady using one too..."

"Well... why don't you go ask her?" Joe suggested. Ideally, he didn't want this guy to meet any of the hermits at all. But left to his own devices, he'd find hermits anyway, so Joe's plan B was to send Beetle in the direction of a hermit he knew could handle the guy.

Cleo sensed Joe approaching well before she saw him. She almost didn't recognize his footsteps, nor his scent, hidden behind that of something... less friendly. She turned to greet him - and noticed a harsh green glow behind his eyes.

Ah. "Hi, Joe," Cleo greeted tentatively, fully aware that Joe would be around somewhere, but was probably not in the body she was talking to. "What brings you here today, then?"

"Well, I've got a problem, you see." Yep, that was definitely not Joe's voice either. Problem, indeed. "I was, uh, hopin' ya could help a pal out a little here."

Cleo surreptitiously checked the position of the sun. "What... seems to be the problem?"

Not-Joe showed Cleo his communicator. The screen was flickering and turning photonegative every few seconds. "This thing is the problem. You'll help fix it, right?"

Cleo nodded slowly. "Yep. Sure. I am... definitely the person to come to for communicator problems. Let me see it and I'll. Fix it. Right away."

Not-Joe handed over the device. As soon as it left his hands, the screen cleared, and everything on it started acting normally again. Cleo made a show of pressing buttons, flipping aimlessly through menus. "Hmm. Okay. Yeah, this got... pretty messed up."

She checked the communicator clock. She held up her own communicator, as if comparing the two, then started pressing buttons again. She typed a message to herself on Joe's device, then paused to check when hers buzzed. She turned the brightness down, then back up.

The clock rolled over to 6:00.

Not-Joe cried out and arched his back, clutching his hands to his head. Cleo paused what she was doing, watching with wary concern.

Joe hunched forward, hands still up, and froze, still tense, a wince of concentration on his face. Cleo stepped close, hand hovering worriedly over him. "...Joe? Are you okay? Are you back?"

"Like I said - it's mine," Joe grated. He relaxed and looked up at Cleo with a sigh. "Yes, I'm back. Thank you, Cleo."

"I mean-" Cleo protested, then hesitated, seeing Joe about to argue with her. "...You're welcome." She handed Joe's communicator back. "I wasn't sure that would work, by the way."

"Neither was I!" Joe replied brightly. "As it turns out, we both assumed correctly that my being forcibly returned to my physical form at 6:00 every day would supersede anyone else's presence. Or rather, mostly correctly, as I do think he is still here, but fortunately the force keeping me tethered to this mortal plane has granted control back to me and severely weakened his influence for quite a while."

"Great. So he'll be back?"

"Probably! Some time when I'm projecting, I imagine, since if he were a strong enough spirit to take control directly from me, he would have done that."

"I don't suppose this is going to keep you from using your astral-projection-y ghost power, either, is it?"

Joe just grinned. "Cleo, you know me too well."

#nhh 2022 promptober #hermitcraft #my hc fic #joehills #zombiecleo #beetlejhost #6:00 punxatawney phil time #I'm still working out my joe headcanons

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We're the new romantics... heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly. We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet.

SWEET HEARTS WEEK - VALENTINES DAY EVENT

For the residents who were here last year, it may be hard not to take note of the crisp chill in the air or the way the temperature seemed to drop overnight. Last year, V-Day was a horrifying reminder of how safety, for anyone outside of Lunar Cove or within, was not guaranteed. But, this year, marks a glimmer of hope. It's a time of new beginnings.

The protective barrier around Lunar Cove once again needs to be reinforced. But, to kick off the newly rebranded as Sweet Hearts Week (formerly known as 'Single's Week'), your leaders have decided to band together and show their support. Rather than have the Fae Court and Coven work to restore the magic of the barrier while the rest of the town celebrates, the barrier restoration will be a town wide effort. While the fae and witches pool their magic together, the werewolf and vampires will parole the border acting as guards to prevent any intruders from sneaking in. Meanwhile, back in town, the humans will be in charge of gathering supplies, passing out refreshments to make sure no magic user faints under the toll the barrier can take to reinforce, acting as medics and making sure every resident is wearing a protective charm to prevent any other spells from taking over residents.

Once the barrier is safety back up, the true celebration begins! Sweet Hearts Week is offering a number of fun activities around town where residents can enjoy themselves. From ice skating to a potentially traumatizing game of paint ball, Sweet Hearts Week has something for everyone of every species and is a chance for the town to come together and embrace what makes each and every resident unique.

REMINDERS

This is a character-driven event starts today and spans from 2/12-2/18 in character, though the event will run from 2/14-3/3 out of character.

Please keep your eyes out for multiple plot drops that will be happening throughout the week which your characters can continually react to.

The tag for the event is lunarcoveevent10. Everything from pictures, outfits & threads etc. should be under this tag. Starters should have both the starter and event tag.

This event is totally optional, we just wanted to give you some starter ideas/fun activities your characters can participate in for February/for the start of March.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we will continue to have regular acceptances throughout the event.

Feel free to react to or post starters for any of the below in whichever order you would like.

Last, but not least, we hope you have fun!

ACTIVITIES

Lock & Key - The fan favorite event is back- unlock your heart and stomach down at Joe’s Pasta & Pizzeria! Each participant will be paired by Joe himself. Half will be given a key and the other half a lock. Once you find your pairing, you and your partner will be given a romantic candlelit dinner to share a pizza your heart. Disclaimer: There are no discounts for entry.

Love, Laughter, and Latte - Have you ever seen someone cute at a café, but were too nervous to say hello? Have you ever found yourself people watching while you wait for your coffee and wonder how the people on the table in the corner all know each other? Well, this year, the Daily Drip will be hosting a Secret Message party all week long. If you're getting a bite to eat and a cup of coffee for here, your table can write secret messages or conversation starters on slips of paper for one of the employees to pass along to a person of your choice anonymously. The person can then write back and you can have a full conversation via notes, only to get to chose whether you want to reveal your identity or not before you leave. Planning to take a cup of coffee to go? The Daily Drip is also accepting call secret messages that they will write out on the sleeve of your intended's cup (and if the person of your choice doesn't swing by the coffee shop all week, they'll deliver it to your intended's door. You can even customize the foam design & include pastries with your order).

Sweethearts and Sweet Tarts Galentine’s Day Brunch - During your lunch break, swing by Rose Tinted to enjoy an instagram worthy Thirsty-Thursday brunch with bottomless mimosas and 90′s Girl Band playlist running on repeat.

Be Mine or Wine Tasting- Swing by Ambrosia for charcuterie and wine tasting. This event is Black Tie attire and will have a menu tailored for each guest from a number of different cheeses, chocolate-themed dishes and beverages. Reservations only. They won’t accommodate any walk-ins.

Break-Up Bar & Exhibit- For any newly singles out there who aren’t ready to get into something new just yet, swing by the Break-Up Bar & Exhibit at Art in Motion. Enjoy a wide variety of comfort foods, settle into one of the many bean bag chairs set up in the exhibit and watch classic break-up scenes in movies. There is even a Wall of Broken Relationships set up along the back of the exhibit where you can add a memento of a relationship you are grieving or are moving on from.

Kiss & Tell Kissing Booth Mixer - Swing by the Starlight Bar for half-off cocktails if you visit the Kissing booth. Donate a dollar to get a smooch from the town’s most eligible bachelor and bachelorette volunteers at the Kissing Booth. All proceeds from the night go towards cleaning up the Cove’s beaches.

The Polar Plunge- With a fresh layer of snow on the ground and a chill in the air, this is the perfect excuse to take part in the town’s annual Polar Plunge hosted by the Wolf Den. Get some Valentine's themed cocktails and or shots in you, provided by Bad Moon Brewery, before stripping down into your underwear and taking a dip into the sound.

Decades of Love- Don't miss the decades themed pop-ups all over town where you can go on a date in 'the past'. Swing by Hero Comics to be transported back into the 90s, Roller Rocket will be 80's, Broken Records will be all things 70's, Victory Lane for the 60's, Peggy's Diner for the 50's, High Tide for the 40's, the Stingray Boathouse for the 30s, Cabaret for the 20's and New Leaf Bookstore for the 10's. Each establishment will come equipped with decade themed cocktails, food and historical costumes are required upon entry (though if you don't have an outfit that fits the decade, clothes can be provided for you by Blush Boutique as long as they are returned on your way out).

Wanna Dance with Somebody Soiree- Get ready to dance the night away! Swing by Follow My Lead for dance classes where you can learn a number of different styles of dance as a couple. If you already are in a relationship, make it a date night and, if you're single, it's time to mingle! Follow My Lead will pair you with a dance partner per song so you can have a chance to meet some of your fellow neighbors you might not have bumped hips with just yet.

Cupid's Getaway- The Hideaway is bringing your big romantic gestures to life. Teaming up with other establishments around town, the Hideaway will transform any establishment around town for two hours into a private venue of your choice. If you want to have the library to yourselves for a date, the hideaway will make it happen. What to have a private spa day for the girls, the Hideaway will turn your Galentines' fantasies into a reality. But, just remember, once your time slot is up you must vacate the premise as its time for your carriage to transform back into a pumpkin and the staff will take apart the decorations around you if need be.

Love Sucks - If Valentine's Day isn't your thing, swing by the Country Club for an Anti-Valentine's Day Birthday Bash celebrating none other than Meena Raja's birthday. The dress code is all black though you are encouraged to dress in full black-tie or wear as many or little clothes as possible. This is a night of debauchery and fun with heated pools, hot tubs, gambling tables, a chocolate fountain and endless champagne. All are invited (whether you are a member of the Country Club or not) except for J.C. Carvalho who has been banned from the Country Club and will be escorted from the premises on sight.

Don't Burst Our Bubbl.- Bubbl. will be open all week offering blankets to bundle up in where you can sit around the fire, roast smores, indulge in all you can eat chocolate desserts and pastries and watch the snow fall overhead.

Love on the Horizon- Swing by Pier Pressure for arcade games and fun. You can win a friend or loved one a stuffed animal, ride the Tunnel of Love, or meet at the top of the Ferris Wheel to take in the views of Lunar Cove from up above. Legend has it that whoever you end up with at top of the Ferris Wheel will change your life for better or for worse.

Melt Your Frozen Heart- Join Broken Records at the Ice Skating Rink to be able to skate to your hearts content to your favorite tunes.

Cupid vs. Frosty- Swing by the Beach to partake in the Snowman Building Contest. Best snow creation will walk away with all you can eat Ice Cream from Happy Scoops.

ACTIVITIES TO COME

Painted Love- Plot Drop to Come.

Snow on the Beach- Plot Drop to Come.

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