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#you season three
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halooo! are u still taking request for love? if yes, is there a way you can do joe starting to be obsessed with reader and love got jealous and everything so she decided to stalk reader and instead of killing reader spicy things happened between them and joe thought love killed reader,,sending u hugs and kisses too because I really love ur fics
it’s you, only you
description: love is the jealous type. so when she finds out you’re joe’s new obsession, things take a turn, but definitely not how the two of you would’ve expected it.
warnings: smut (18+), oral, fingering, unprotected sex, kiss kink (i made that up), (by the beginning you’d think this was a joe goldberg fic but i promise it’s not),
pairings: love quinn x fem!reader
word count: 5114
a/n: pt.l of a fresh start you should totally read that after,
sending requester hugs, kisses, and a fic whooo hoooo!
reblogging and liking is greatly appreciated!
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
you were just a random girl passing joe by in the library.
joe just had to speak to you, your interest in his favorite book of all time attracted him to you right away.
he finds himself unable to look away; it’s like joe’s eyes are superglued to you.
after a few seconds of joe’s own self-reassurance, he’s gathered the courage to talk to you.
“the count of monte cristo…one of my favorites, a great read.”
joe interrupts, nervous about your reaction. you meet him with nothing less than kindness.
“it’s such an intricate book, i don’t think i even have enough words in my vocabulary to rightfully describe it.”
joe laughs at this, taking the opportunity to walk closer to you.
and conversation quickly sparks.
you’re smart, joe can tell by the large stack of books you hold in your arms.
one thing leads to another, and you’re giving this complete stranger your phone number.
“okay joe, i’ll tell you how i liked these books when i finish!”
joe smiles as you wave your goodbyes and check out your hefty stack of books.
from there is when joe’s obsession began, despite his claims saying otherwise.
he makes it his business to visit the library the next day in hopes of seeing you again, and he’s surprised when he sees you in the special collections section, reading the back cover of a book quietly to yourself.
your lips slightly parted as you carefully read over the words, not making any sound.
your eyebrows slightly furrow as you cross over unfamiliar words, trying to understand the particularly complex passage.
you’re delicate, joe like this about you.
you turn and notice joe’s eyes, and your smile immediately lifts at the sight of the familiar man standing only a few feet from you.
joe can see your glance from the corner of his eye, but he tries not to react. waiting to see if you’d make the first move.
you do.
“hey there, joe. surprised to see you here again.”
you say huskily yet cheerily, and joe’s eyes fall upon you. a developing smile, biting at the corner of his lips.
he lifts up a book, flashing it at you.
“trying to debate if this is a good read.”
joe replies, his eyes flashing from you to the book.
“have you read it?”
your eyes squint as you try to catch sight of the title, but once you do, they brighten.
“i have!”
“how’d you like it?”
you think for a moment, eyeing the book and squinting your eyes in thought.
“not really my favorite, i found the plot too predictable and slow.”
joe doesn’t particularly care for the book either, and it’s like the two of you were a match made in heaven.
you go scrambling inside your bookbag, joe watches as discreetly as joe can while your shirt droops.
revealing a small glimpse of your braless breast.
his thoughts trail off in all the wrong directions, yet they feel so right.
“you should try this one! it’s my own personal copy, i thought the characters were well written and felt relatable.”
hearing you talk has quickly become joe’s new favorite thing.
joe meets your hand as you hold the book out, giving it to him. unsurprisingly, he’s read that book as well, but he isn’t about to deflate your obvious excitement.
unfortunately for you, you’ve become joe’s new hobby.
unfortunately for you, joe takes pride in his hobbies, which means immediate research of all things, you.
for joe, you aren’t hard at all to find. over the years, he can rightfully say his skills have improved, and with only an hour's time, joe has nearly found out everything.
you went to school for four years to get your bachelor of fine arts degree. an achievement you hold very closely to your heart, joe was right to assume you were smart.
you’re an only child on your mom’s side, but your father has five other kids with a woman nearly the same age as you.
you don’t keep in contact with your father, joe understands why.
you live in a townhouse across town, inherited by your late uncle.
joe finds out that you’ve recently gone through a breakup with your girlfriend of three years.
why? because she cheated on you.
with her best friend’s grandfather.
you’re on three different dating sites, but it’s quite obvious you’re not looking for anything more than some…fun.
joe understands this; he understands you.
so there’s no surprise that after joe’s wife, love, is fast asleep in bed after a heated argument, he’s wide awake and prepared to make his way to you.
not to spy of course, but to look out for you.
joe isn’t a stalker.
the drive to your house is quiet and much longer than what joe expected, but that could also be because of all his contained excitement.
finally, joe is at your house, parked a block away, so you won’t be alerted. you don’t seem to like blinds or curtains, and that allows joe to see your entire house.
every room in your house from the front seems to be pristine; he’s never seen a neater living room.
his eyes widen in delight when they fall upon you, in all your glory.
joe watches as you press a small vibrator to your cunt, he can’t look away. your back arches against your bed, and it’s like a sight he’s almost never seen before.
your moans send shivers down his spine, like music in his ears.
you even wash your hands after, joe thinks he’s in heaven.
you fall asleep, and joe makes it his business to grab a pair of your underwear, but that’s after he climbs through your open living-room window.
joe promises to himself to scold you about that if the two of you get any closer.
you’re quite a heavy sleeper. joe is astonished when he drops a book of yours on the floor accidentally and you don’t stir.
joe leaves your house with way too many souvenirs than he should have.
he absolutely cannot wait until he can see your face, and your smile again.
until then he must wait.
joe comes home, and love can’t keep her hands off of him. there are no questions asked as to where he’s been, nothing but tongue and cheek.
love possessively claws at joe’s back, her teeth tugging at his lips, and it’s almost like she knows.
all joe thinks about is you, and he just so happens to have your panties in hand. sniffling the garments, his wife unaware.
joe slept like a baby that night.
only thinking about you, and how excited he is to see you again.
it’s all he can think about, even when he’s outside taking a walk with his wife and child.
an activity that love had greatly insisted on.
the sun is out, the wind blows, creating a nice breeze, and the scenery will be good for the baby.
love insists.
joe is examining the town as they walk when love begins talking.
her voice is so calm that it’s chilling.
“where were you last night, joe?”
joe looks to love, her eyes are already on him. her lips are pursed, and it’s obvious she’s upset.
“huh?”
joe replies, treading carefully.
“i’m not an idiot, joe.”
“love, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
she pushes the stroller slower, emphasizing her response. love doesn’t exactly scare joe, but she can be scary.
which means love scares joe.
or maybe her impulsivity does.
“you went god knows where last night, came back and finally fucked me for the first time in six months. what is that, a coincidence?”
joe can’t find his words, his eyes are wide while he glares at love as if she’s being crazy.
“love, what?”
joe’s stalling and fake confusion doesn’t help his case. this only makes love angrier.
“don’t fucking lie to me.”
love glares at joe, her hands tight around the handlebars of the stroller.
he can’t lie for much longer, joe knows his wife, and she’s far from stupid.
"”fine! i met a girl, she was nice, and i liked that she flirted. what are we doing, policing each other's minds? are we not allowed to have a simple, fleeting fantasy?”
joe looks around in exasperation.
“oh, don’t give me that.”
love scoffs.
“i know you. there’s nothing simple about it when someone gets stuck in your mind. i don’t even care if you fucked her!”
love has completely stopped pushing the stroller by now. she’s more than upset, more than angry.
her eyes are wide, and watery, but she’s not crying.
“sounds like you care.”
joe retorts.
“are you obsessed with her?”
love questions knowingly.
“it’s not like that.”
back.
“really?”
and.
“yeah.”
forth.
“you sure?”
back and forth.
“i’m sure, because it was like that with you, love. i married you!”
“then who the fuck is she?”
“some girl at the library. a nobody, love, it’s you. only you.”
joe seethes, practically begging for love to be rational.
because it’s nothing.
“fine.”
love sighs, and then she’s pushing the stroller, but it seems like she’s in no mood for this walk as they circle back to the house.
joe and love go their separate ways in the house.
love puts henry down for a nap, then decides to finally unpack her baking tools.
she’s stressed, and it’s much needed.
joe is in the backyard, prying for more information about you. no updates on your social media, and it’s not like he can check on you, love is already suspicious.
only it doesn’t seem like that will matter
down in the basement, love finds a box of your personal belongings stashed in a vent.
only you.
she picks up the slightly heavy box, ready to show it to joe. watching as he stammers out a bullshit excuse.
love rushes to the living room, where joe now preoccupied reading his book. she clears her throat, but joe shows no sign of moving, so instead she drops the box into his lap.
the stolen items jostling in the box as joe startles. he realizes what lies in his lap and immediately looks up at love, who’s fuming.
“what the fuck is that.”
love gestures to the box, her eyes moving frantically from joe to the items and back again.
“joe answer me, or so help me god, i’ll kill every girl i see in that fucking library.”
joe can’t figure out if love is bluffing, and he’s unwilling to find out.
“okay, love, okay.”
he huffs, taking out each item one by one.
“i lied, i’m obsessed.”
joe confesses, but only to calm love. he’s not admitting anything willingly.
“good.”
love responds simply, and it’s not at all what joe expected her reaction to be.
she walks away as if the conversation simply never happened, and this frightens joe.
it appears as though love has a few tricks up her sleeve as well, as she decides to search joe’s laptop for any sight of you that he may have left there.
luckily for love, joe hasn’t erased his tracks, and the amount of information joe has lying around could be enough to write a book, and its sequel.
love knows from joe that you visit the library pretty often; that is where she plans on meeting you.
meeting the woman who stole the attention of her husband, just by existing.
love is jealous, but she’d never admit it.
henry is taken care of by his grandmother, and love takes the time to visit the library.
she’s hoping that you’ll be there.
love knows exactly what you look like, what your name is, and the particular section of books you like to hang around.
this visit should be easy, and it is.
love instantly catches sight of you.
sitting alone, face shoved in a stack of books. it’s heartwarming knowing you prefer the physicality of paper pages.
you’re busy in your own space, headphones propped over your ears, and your head bobbing slightly to the music.
love immediately knows—it’s you.
it’s not until love sees you in person that she realizes why you look so familiar.
you very frequently visit her bakery, always settling down quietly at the farthest table. pastry in hand with a cup of coffee to wash it down.
you’re kind, you make small talk, and you give compliments good enough to make the most stubborn person smile.
so, no killing you anytime soon.
love decides then to leave the library, and for a while, the entire encounter crosses her mind.
things are still tense between love and joe but honestly, she doesn’t seem to mind.
wrapping herself up with work and henry to the point of not caring about anything else.
it’s a particularly hot california day when love sees you again, quite a while after the last time.
love struggles to carry the abundance of bags she has from shopping for groceries for the bakery. she’s so frustrated, that practically anyone could tell by the exasperated look on her face.
even more frustration comes with the fact that love still has so many more bags left.
that’s where you come in, like love’s knight in shining armor.
a helpful jogger.
“can i help you with that?”
love is thankful, relief washing over her as the sun blares down on her skin.
leaving a slight sheen of sweat in its place.
love tries to help you, help her, but you don’t allow her to. a kind smile on your face as you push love gently to lean against her car.
a kind gesture that you seem to think nothing off.
your hands linger on her waist, and love finds herself enjoying the touch way more than she should.
you’re very subtly flirting.
love likes that about you.
she finds herself flustered, still thinking about your touch on her skin.
“um, can i get you anything? it’s really hot out, and you really didn’t have to help me.”
you smile at love.
“sure, i’d love that.”
love could sit and talk to you for hours, and that’s exactly what the two of you do.
even when love gets a rush of customers in dire need of ice cream and Italian ice, you’re still sitting patiently waiting for her to come back to you.
unbeknownst to love, quite a few times do you find yourself staring at this beautiful girl you’re so elated to finally be conversing with.
“i really can’t thank you enough for helping me earlier.”
love begins, fiddling with a cardboard treat box.
“here, take this.”
love pushes the treat box your way. inside is a cool strawberry cheesecake, waiting to be savored.
you shuffle inside your pockets, finding cash to stuff inside the tip-jar.
she pulls the jar away, grinning widely at you.
“love.”
you warn.
“it’s a gift. free of charge.”
love teases, but you only gape at her.
“you can pay the next time you come.”
love saying that only solidifies your thoughts of visiting again.
“only if you’re here the next time.”
you tease, eyes gazing longingly at love.
“you know it.”
and with that you’re leaving, box in bag, bag in hand. already thinking about what you and love will talk about the next time you visit her bakery.
each day after your first encounter with love, the two of you proceed to see one another at least every other day for the rest of the month.
it’s like a breath of fresh air for love to be around someone she knows wants to be around her too.
you walk into ‘a fresh tart’ with a bouquet of beautiful, bright red roses in hand.
love knows already they’re for her, you gave her roses the other day, and if this goes on for any longer, she’ll have enough to make a garden in no time.
“pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”
you grin, satchel over your shoulder, handing love the roses as she reaches out for them.
smelling the fresh scent of fresh flowers.
“i still have the ones you gave me three days ago.”
love exchanges the fake flowers resting in a vase on a table for the ones you’ve given her.
“i think they enjoy your company better than the flower shop.”
real flowers are such a difficult maintenance task, but love doesn’t complain, and you already do so well with the upkeep of the two other bouquets resting on the other tables.
you’re already seated at your usual table with your books laid out. a flustered and frustrated look on your face that love has never seen before as you glare at your phone.
she quietly seats herself across from you. light blue apron slipping from the tie around her back.
immediately, you snap out of it.
“what’s the matter?”
love questions with care, she pouts. a habit she’d quickly picked up from little henry.
you switch the topic, and for a while, your comment makes love forget about her question.
you flip your phone upside down, but the harsh buzz on the table still rings out.
love continues talking, but it’s obvious you’re distracted.
“something’s wrong, what’s the matter?”
you huff, your eyes closing momentarily, but love grabs both your hands as reassurance.
“it’s my ex. she cheated on me and i broke it off, i forgave her for a while and we remained friends, but things got weird a bit ago when she tried to make a move on me.”
you sign, squeezing love’s hand.
“it’s shitty talking about her right now, i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine, if it’s bothering you, you should talk about it.”
she gives you a toothy, friendly grin, and you return one. kissing the back of her hand as you hold it.
things like that you do so easily, as if it doesn’t mean the world to love.
“no really, i’m here to talk to you. how’s my lovey doing?”
nicknames like that, makes love’s heart swoon.
love peers fondly at you, her head craned as she smiles.
“you’re very flirty.”
love admits and you laugh.
“i’m not!”
“you are! not that i’m complaining, it’s sweet…and sexy.”
love chides, testing the waters.
making her move, a frequent event the two of you flicker between. thankfully you're in the mood to reciprocate.
“oh really?”
love nods.
“mhm.”
“well how about we close the bakery up for the day, go to my house, and really see how flirty i can be?”
love has to purse her lips to suppress the moan she desperately wants to let out.
love doesn’t hesitate for one moment. she’s locking up the bakery, and driving with you to your house.
your hand resting on love’s lap for the entire ride. keeping love aware of how real this is.
she has you, love has you.
love wastes no time, and the two of you were a desperate, pent up mess from the sexual frustration the both of you had been treating the other with.
your hands are on love’s waist as you close your front door, pressing your back against it as love captures your lips.
she looks so pretty, eyes low and blue. trying to pull her revealing pink-top off as quickly as she can.
your lips are pressed on her neck, suckling love marks against the flesh relentlessly.
your hands tug at her long brown hair, craning her neck for more space and she moans loudly as your hands roam her body.
it’s nearly impossible to get to the bedroom without a second of you touching her. love hurriedly pulling off your shirt, and it’s like everything must happen in under 5 seconds. 
your shirt is the next article of clothing to come off, leaving love and you in only a bra and pants. 
shoes being left neglected near the front door, long ago. 
love is breathless when you push her onto the bed, she’s been here like this multiple times before, but every time feels brand-new with you. 
there’s not a second your lips aren’t on hers. 
your lips meet with love’s intimately, in matrimony. her arms wrapped around your neck, holding you close. love could never find this touch elsewhere. 
this resides with you, and you only. 
love knows that now. 
she’s not ashamed to admit how quickly obsessed she’s become with you. 
the two of you met naturally, and that’s all that matters. 
without removing love’s jeans, you stuff your hand into them. tucking your hand under her thin underwear, feeling for the slick coming from love’s wet cunt. 
you’re amazing at working her up. 
love’s evident desire for you, hissing out curses of your name as you flick lightly at her clit. 
giving not too much, but enough to leave her like putty in your hands. 
love struggles to continue kissing you back, her lips faltering for just a second, but yours are already attached to her neck by then. 
love’s moans unabashedly fill the room, along with her breathy sighs. you fingers working like magic as you tease. 
“so pretty like this.”
you whisper softly into love’s ear, she whimpers in response. desperate to connect your lips again, embarrassed by her own moans of pleasure. 
“c’mon, let me hear you.”
love is stubborn, and if she wants something, she’s getting it. 
your lips go from lingering over hers, teasing, but by now you should know better. 
in a split second, love is pulling on your collar to kiss you. 
love’s breath becomes shaky as you slowly thrust two fingers into her soaked cunt. she’s looking up at you, as if she’s ravishing your figure with just her eyes. 
you have love seated, she’s unable to move under your hold, and quite frankly, she doesn’t even want to. 
her lips are hot, and soft. undecided on whether they want to nibble or gasp. 
the tension is at an all time high, you pump your fingers skillfully. rubbing up against her sweet spot to make love’s knees buckle even with sitting. 
her pussy flutters around your fingers, and you know you’re getting somewhere. 
your opposite hand snugly placed on love’s waist. while her hands pull you closer, she wants your lips but air is needed. 
the two of you pull away completely breathless, yet your fingers continue their movements, which nearly knocks the wind out of love. 
“right there, don’t stop.”
she’s squirming as your fingers plunge inside of her, pushing them deep, right up to your knuckles. 
you curl them perfectly, pressing that lovely spot inside of her feverishly. 
over and over and over again.
she’s so helplessly wet that the sounds of her slick cunt nearly overpower her pathetic whimpers. 
schlick, schlick, schlick. 
you shamelessly pump your fingers, listening and watching as love only gets louder for you. 
you’re too good, that it’s almost too much. 
love’s pussy soaks your fingers with her release as she leans into your body. 
absolutely spent. 
she’s heavily exhaling, her brown hair ruffled, and she looks like the prettiest mess ever.
a pretty mess, you made. 
when love finally returns home, it’s way past midnight. joe sits on the couch waiting, and when he hears the front door open, he races to the door. 
“she’s dead, isn’t she?”
joe questions, but love isn’t having it. she doesn’t give her husband the time of day of a response. 
the disheveled hair, bruises, and wrinkled clothes don’t help to convince joe of the opposite. 
for all he knows. love finally found you, slit your throat, and buried you six feet deep in a hole in the forest. 
she walks upstairs, leaving joe thinking you’re dead, and why not. 
love will get to have you all to herself. 
in the short amount of time you’ve come to meet love, you’ve single-handedly turned her life around for the better. 
she’s the happiest she’s ever been, and having the best sex she’s ever had. 
each day passes with love falling harder, and harder for you. 
the more that happens, the less she seems to care for joe. 
his obsession for you had backfired, but love wasn’t going to let that happen to herself. 
she had a plan, love was going to keep you forever. 
she’d show joe just how wrapped around her finger she had you. 
love straddles her husband, leaning in for a kiss to which joe doesn’t deny. he takes a sharp intake of breath and love rolls off of him, revealing a needle she had pressed into his side.
“hey, it’s okay. relax, don’t fight it.”
love says quietly, faking sympathy. 
she caresses joe’s face as he looks around in panic, his ability to move becoming increasingly difficult.
joe rolls off the bed with some of the movement he has left, he groans loudly as he falls face first onto the floor.
“you made this easy, joe. you’re the problem, i tried. it’s not me.”
love pushes joe under the bed, she struggles, but ultimately he fits snuggly underneath.
“it’s not me.”
she repeats quietly. 
joe sits tucked away for no one to see.
“you’re gonna lay there and listen while your wife fucks the girl you met at the library. decided to keep her, i can see why you like her.”
from under the bed, joe can see love smirking down at him. 
it’s degrading, he’s embarrassed, frustrated. 
love was going to put a show on for joe. 
only he wouldn’t be able to see it, that would be too much of a luxury for him. 
love places henry’s baby monitor beside joe’s head.
“want you to hear this.”
love takes the other monitor, walking downstairs and placing the item on an end table as she waits for you to ring the doorbell.
which doesn’t take long, and you’re filled with worry when love opens the door.
“love? is everything okay? you texted me very frantically.”
love steps aside, and you walk into the house, confused.
love closes the front door, pushing you against it. her lips immediately attack your neck, and you can’t help but to lean into her touch. 
“just wanted to get you here, wanted to spend some time with you.”
love replies.    
you huff out a relieved laugh, holding love close. pecking her lips, way too many times.  
“could've told me what you wanted, i would’ve rushed to you all the same.”
now that your worry has faded, you’re finally able to take in love’s appearance. 
she’s dressed in a tight-fitting sage top with a flowery slitted blue skirt. the sleeves slip down her shoulder, but she uses it to tease you. 
“i like this, a lot.”
you hum, hiking up the skirt with a gentle hand. 
“want you upstairs.”
love compromises, pursing her lips and making deep eye-contact. 
regardless of joe listening in, it’s obvious love wants you. 
very badly does she want you. 
“lead me.”
your hands brush themselves into love’s neatly styled brown hair, cascading over her shoulders.  the rough treatment has her already moaning for you. 
a genuine reaction. 
she doesn’t need to fake how good you make her feel. 
you chase love giddily as she runs upstairs to the bedroom, your hand in hers. blue skirt, trailing after her. 
you and love stop beside the bed, she’s pulling at your clothes frantically. 
unbuttoning and unzipping any parts of clothing that might need it. 
you bide on love’s timing, moving at her fast-pace. she’s barely able to keep her hands off of you, lips nibbling at the lobe of your ear. 
whispering sweet nothings loud enough for joe to hear. her hands fondling any exposed part she could get to. 
you’re then pushing love onto her bed, she eyes you with pure desire. 
hiking up her long skirt to allow you a small peek, you’re greedy, and of course it’s not enough. 
you want love, to taste her, to fuck her into absolute oblivion, just as you knew she wanted you to. 
love’s peep-show reveals the lack of undergarments she sports under her outfit. love’s nipples harden, pressing against the tight shirt. 
you catch a glimpse as the shirt slips from her shoulders, pink nipples on display. 
you hold love close, swirling your tongue against the small bud. she moans softly, the stimulation being more pleasurable than love would’ve expected. 
her eyes close tightly, when you fully pull her shirt down. forcing the fabric around her hips as a belt, leaving love’s chest fully exposed for you. 
love gasps as you surprise her with a gentle yet harsh bite of her breast, fondling the other with your opposite hand. 
“please.”
love begs, and while she’s not normally the type to beg, you seem to have changed that mindset. 
“tell me what you want, love.”
you tease. 
“fuck me.”
she whines breathlessly, holding your head against her breast as you lick, suck and bite. 
“how do you want me?”
you question, meeting love’s gaze. she shivers, you’re giving her a choice. 
“taste me.”
love decides, crawling to the middle of the bed so she could push your head between her thighs. 
where she wants you most. 
you obey the needy girl, love’s skirt wrinkled by now as it pools at her hips. 
her cunt drools with arousal for you, she’s so incredibly sensitive that a single lick from you skillful tongue could send her over the edge. 
you’re not one to deny love of what she wants, you don’t hesitate for a second to spread love’s legs for you. 
she slouches on her forearms, carefully watching your movements. 
you take a swift lick of love’s pussy, spreading her folds to expose the slick. love's hips attempt to buck against your face, but you’re pushing her down. 
“be still, or i’ll stop. you know better.”
love whines as you blow softly at her budding clit. 
“you like that?”
the girl simply nods, too overwhelmed with pleasure to answer. your tongue licking at her cunt, a distraction that she won’t at all complain about. 
“tell me, love.”
you insist, halting your movements. making love shudder, whimpering at the loss of your mouth. 
“i like that.”
love blushes, stammering over her own words as you lick at her wet cunt. your fingers tracing tight circles onto her clit. 
“good girl.”
joe is forced into a paralyzed standstill. 
unable to talk or move, only able to listen. 
a problem that love will inevitably have to deal with later on. right now she couldn’t care less, too wrapped up in your heaven-sent touch.
you and love. 
it’s only you. 
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
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say what you want ab you season 4 but seeing joe at his peak of insanity was one of the best parts of the entire series.
it finally let viewers see him from an actual victim’s pov, such as nadia, and he was absolutely ruthless and horrifying, unlike the weirdly charming joe we’re used to.
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Happy Women's History Month
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and she looked good doing it too 😋
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headers love quinn ( YOU ) - season 3
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helloemmaz3 · 10 months
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I love this woman. I'm in love with this woman. Joe didn't know how good he had it.
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☆ imagine ☆
Joe Goldberg X married!Reader
It would set during episode 8 of YOU season 3 where Love and Joe agree to have sex with Sherry and Cary but it would involve another couple (Y/n and her husband). The things go like in the series but Joe and Y/n end up together. After that day Joe's obsession becomes stronger, he already watched her since she is his neighboor but nothing sexual or romantic happened between them. Just dark stuff, Joe's kind of stuff, and a powerful growth of Joe's thoughts and intentions.
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mariaseelie · 1 year
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I love her so much
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rheaamma · 5 months
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I'm sorry, but if he is baseball wearing former bookstore emplyee, former suburban dad, and former lit professor with an affinity for murdering his partners and for glass cages, who is currently the boytoy of an ultra-rich corporation CEO, he most definitely is NOT the one!
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Hey can you do a Joe Goldberg hc for when his s/o get pregnant
Joe Goldberg
Abort it.
No way.
Cannot handle a kid
Not again.
Absolutely not
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misguidedasgardian · 1 year
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YOU - a personal review nobody asked for
SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 & 4
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Season three of YOU, -the netflix series- , was really disappointing for me, really wanted to dive in this whole rich suburbia thing, but it didn't quite do it for me, I really wanted the whole season being about Love, slowly loosing it about Joe lusting over the neighbours, and the killing starting slowly, out of desperation and everything just... clicking, the paranoia, a little bit of cheating and stalking, and then the murder! muahaha
It didn't happen, HUGE disappointment, everything seemed so rushed and then Love just started killing people left and right and locking them up... I don't know, and then the love interest was something
But I watched season 4 anyways, because I'm super curious
And the first part was AMAZING I was really enjoying this, this British "Clue" sort of thing, Joe, "redeeming himself" and I just enjoying it so much! the beautiful british people, this man having outsmarted Joe, a true psychopath that uses him as his personal killer I WAS EATING IT UP
But the second part? I'm in the ninth chapter and I can't digest it, WTF? perhaps it gets better in the last two chapters but I don't think so. The chapter I hated the most and I can't watch even now, is that chapter in season two, when Forty drugs him and he can't remember anything he did and if he kills Delilah, this feels exactly like that. And I HATE IT, not knowing what happened and what didn't it makes me feel desperate and I don't like it. this whole things seems like a bad trip
whyyyyy the first two seasons where AMAZINGGGGG and the first part of Season 4! wtf happened??? so dissapointed!
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a fresh start
description: love quinn is determined to maintain the perfect life she’s carefully curated with you and is not fond of competition. she is committed to ensuring that nothing messes up her fresh start. so, she knocks out the competition from the source.
warnings: gun usage, themes of obsession and stalking, description of abuse, choking (non sexual), character death, joe goldberg,
pairings: love quinn x fem!reader
word count: 4028
a/n: this is a pt.ll of: it’s you, only you i greatly suggest reading that first if you haven’t! this fic was created from a wonderfully detailed request by @karsonromanoff hope you enjoy!
reblogging and liking is greatly appreciated!
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
you’d swear you’ve never felt heaven before being with love quinn. she’s a new feeling, something fresh and she never head swooning for her any chance she gets.
through months of being around love you’ve found yourself swallowed up in everything, love quinn.
you no longer find the need to visit the library daily. you now have a life outside of books, and reading.
you have love now. your life is entertaining, you actually have a life now.
while you’re having fun with love quinn, you forgot quite a few of your priorities.
one being the fact you need to bring your stack of books from the library back, they must be about a month overdue.
so, you’re taking the walk to the library.
you’re sweet, and apologetic as you return the books you’d burrowed. more than insistent to pay for your mistake, but the librarian is understanding.
she calls you young, telling you reminiscing stories of the life she had at your age. about how in love she was.
it is then when you realize you’re in love, with love.
it comes by shock, a circumstance you weren’t expecting. christ, you tried your best to avoid that happening at all cost.
your avoidance proved horseshit.
joe catches sight of you first. you’re putting away the books you’d burrowed, quietly humming to yourself but you’re struggling to put a specific book away.
it’s the same book you needed joe’s help reaching. 
he’s quickly by your side, removing the book gently from your hands. you jump, startled.
“need help there?”
quietly gasping and your eyes are wide for just a second.
joe thought you were dead, then he’d heard you fucking his wife.
he’s not mad at you.
joe knows love, she’s manipulative.
impulsive and a liar, you’d find out soon.
joe was sure of it.
he’d convince you, and you would run away with him and henry to wherever you wanted to go.
you hadn’t seen him in months, and neither had he.
joe disappeared on you.
you’re mad at him, and he can tell. you avoid his gaze, you’re no longer the friendly girl he met you as.
“i didn’t mean to scare you.”
joe softly smiles, his eyes twinkling for what seems like adoration for you.
undertones of obsession that you can’t see.
you’d known from the beginning that joe was fond of you, at least it had seemed that way before he’d mysteriously ghosted you.
now it’s still very much obvious but you don’t want the extra attention.
you’ve found someone else, and joe seems like the person you’d have to very straightforwardly reject for him to get the hint.
so, you do.
“joe…i-”
you take a deep breath, looking up to the ceiling as if it would help you find your words.
he’s listening, staring intently at you.
suddenly you feel stupid, like a high-school student fueling drama with their crush.
“you don’t have to be nice to me anymore, joe. i know you…like me? it was sweet at first but i’m in a relationship now.”
you don’t meet joe’s eyes, instead finding interest in trailing your fingers over the spines of books.
you huff to yourself.
“at least i think i am.”
your words then are directed back at joe, who’s facial expressions have changed. he looks sad and you almost feel sorry for him.
heavy on the almost.
“i don’t want to lead you on, so i’ll just tell you that much. you were kind, but i’m not sure there’s any reason for us to talk anymore.”
the words are laced with stress, as you try to speak to this man as genuinely as you can even though you’re clearly upset with him.
you’re uncomfortable and decide not to wait for any further response. there’s no need for you to visit the library anymore anyways.
the point is that you have love now.
she’s all you need.
the awkward situation love forced onto joe when he was stuffed and paralyzed under their bed put quite the strain in the relationship.
joe didn’t quite realize that love’s intentions were to murder her husband. she wanted him out the way, completely out of the picture.
unfortunately, she had to think the situation through a bit more thoroughly. something she had learned from you, so love waited.
joe barely slept in the house.
he came and went only to visit their son.
who love made obvious was doing just fine without his father.
while joe could agree you were a delight to henry, you weren’t joe’s replacement. 
no, joe wanted love gone. you would be a better love. 
the animosity towards one another grew, and so did joe’s ideas.
leading to him tampering with the security system inside the bakery. love was quickly alerted of the issue, and called you up to watch her son.
joe, of course, knew this would happen. even he knew love wasn’t crazy enough to leave their son with her spiraling mother.
you were very fond of the small child, so it wasn’t an issue. henry knew you well, you slept over frequently and visited on days you couldn’t.
henry was elated to see you, already clapping his small chubby baby hands. babbling small jumbled words of your name.
he’d grow quite a bit from when you first met him.
“thank you so much.”
love smiles but you can see the frantic stress inside swarming in her eyes.
you place your hands on her shoulders, calming her. love’s eyes pause on you and she takes a deep breath.
“don’t worry about it, go ahead and see what’s wrong. we’ll be okay.”
you lean in to give love a slow, and passionate kiss. you would’ve pulled her hair from the hair tie and ran your hands through her hair if she wasn’t in such a hurry.
love leaves and you busy yourself with entertaining henry, which isn’t hard. he’s a simple kid and finds pretty much anything you say to him funny.
he breaks out in adorable fits of laughter each time you even utter the word hippopotamus.
joe watches from the shadows, a smile on his face from what he can see and hear from the cracked open window of the house.
he imagines the idea of you, henry, and himself living comfortably together. joe owns his own bookstore and you come to visit him with henry happily in your arms.
joe has come to reevaluate the situation with you. he’ll talk to you, give you more options.
you’ll be happy and you’ll run away with him and far away from love.
joe knows it.
you’re his smart girl.
the sound of the front door opening instantly makes you perk up.
happy that nothing too wrong seemed to have went down in the bakery and also that love is back, you’re always happy to see her.
“mommy’s back.”
you exclaim quietly to a sleeping henry. you rub the toddler’s back with care, his eyes flutter in his slumber as he lays out on the soft couch. 
you pick up discarded toys as you walk to the door. 
ready to welcome love home.
you’re more than surprised when instead of love, joe enters the house. he’s so comfortable walking in that it truly frightens you.
joe can sense your unease and he’s ready to calm you down.
your emotions are already heightened by then.
you don’t want to scare nor wake up henry, so you keep your voice as calm as you possibly can which is harder than you’d think.
“what are you doing here?…how’d you know i was here?”
you question, voice wavering.
joe has his hands outreached, slowly walking your way you only keep backing up.
“how’d you get in here?”
you question louder, as joe ignores your frantic questioning.
“answer me, or i’m calling the fucking police!”
joe shakes his head this time, finally acknowledging your words.
henry stirs and joe’s eyes dart to his son. you’re quick to tell him off.
“don’t you fucking look at him.”
you spit with a grimace on your face. you’re petrified, confused, and angry all at the same time.
“okay, okay.”
joe replies.
“this is my house, i have the key. see?”
joe wiggles a small key in front of you.
this only scares you more, the only rational answer to the item is that he’s managed to make a copy of yours somehow.
you’re not thinking straight and quite frankly, it doesn’t make sense to you either.
“you’re delusional.”
joe holds up his hand, walking closer to you. by then he has you cornered and a tear runs down your cheek.
he wipes it away, and you flinch.
“love is my wife.”
joe states carefully.
“henry is my son.”
joe’s response doesn’t inch you closer to his side not one bit. love has told you about her husband before, the father to her child.
and he’s an abusive, crazy man that desperately needs to be put in jail.
love’s words.
and they play in your mind on replay as you glare at him in front of you.
joe is so close that you can practically feel the scruffy hair on his beard.
love told you they were divorcing, so if joe was her husband it no longer matters. they’re over with.
it’s you now, only you.
love jiggles her key in the knob, to her surprise she’s locked it. meaning the door was never closed, and she questions if you’d forgotten to lock the door when she left.
the thought is discarded when she hears henry’s hushed sniffles. the house looks a mess when love walks in, with broken glass all over the floor.
a vase of flowers knocked over.
love’s eyes set on joe first. his body laid out, a bleeding gash on his forehead.
he appears to be knocked out cold, but then love wonders where you are.
that’s when she sees you in a corner, clutching onto henry and cradling him through his soft cries.
your face is stained with tears and yet through everything that’s happened in the short time love has been gone, you’ve managed to keep henry somewhat grounded.
love races to the two of you, and you melt into her touch when she holds you.
“i…killed him.”
you suddenly feel small, incredibly vulnerable, and weak.
you whimper, numb with all the tears you’ve already cried. your eyes glued to joe’s slumped body.
a broken-up wine bottle clasped between your hand. blood leaks from your shredded hand from the harsh grip.
“shh, it’s okay. it was self-defense, do you understand me? you did nothing wrong.”
love shushes you, clutching onto your face.
forcing your eyes on hers.
“i’ve got this, he’s asleep put him to bed and calm down. okay?”
love's voice is soothing in the stressful situation.
you obey with a small shake of your head, carrying the small child to his room.
it doesn’t take long for your breathing to slow down, and finally, you’re as relaxed as you can be at the given moment.
love is downstairs, staring at joe with disgust in her eyes.
he’s pathetic, waiting until she was away to make a move on you.
after closer examination love realizes joe isn’t dead, he’s breathing softly but by the time love fully realizes joe is already attacking her.
she’s weaker and joe has love pressed against the floor, a hand covering her mouth.
“it’s over love, let her go.”
joe begs but love is unrelenting and he pulls his hand abruptly away when her teeth clamp down.
“love stop it! don’t make me do this.”
joe seethes, his hands tightening around love's throat. restricting much-needed air as the girl flails trying to loosen herself.
joe stops when he hears the sound of a gun being cocked.
you’re holding the gun with shaky hands, tears of every emotion running down your cheek.
“get the fuck away from her.”
you murmur and joe slowly rises from his straddled position on love. she lies there gasping for air, clutching at her throat and coughing in ungodly amounts.
you’re terrified of joe at this moment and he can tell. so joe listens to you, feeling horrible about what you’ve had to do.
“put the gun down.”
joe holds up his hands, slowly walking to you but he doesn’t get far as you nudge the gun his way.
stopping joe in his tracks.
“over there.”
you point from joe away from you and love. you’re incredibly worried for your sweet girl but she seems fine enough.
you hear a noise from upstairs, and you mumble henry’s name in worry.
love is already one step ahead of you, she’s risen from the floor and already walking to the stairs.
“i’ve got him.”
love reassures.
seeing as though joe has listened to your commands of not moving, you’re quick to turn the other way.
heavy set on grabbing your phone to call the police.
joe has other plans.
love runs down the steps but she’s too late to warn you of joe lunging your way.
he’s trying to tackle the gun from your hands, and you’re struggling to hold your weight against the man.
you don’t even realize the trigger had been pulled until the sound rings in your ears.
joe’s body falls to the floor and his hands rush to his injury, blood pools in the area making a mess of joe’s shirt. his mouth fills with a palpable amount of blood and you’re still in shock.
standing still and staring at a dying joe.
the adrenaline pumping through your chest seems to slowly wear off and reality sets in as your realize you’ve truly killed joe.
his body lays completely still.
love rushes to your side, holding you tight but you don’t even realize. too caught up in the replaying memory that plays over, and over in your head.
like a nightmare you can’t seem to wake up from.
love has been trying to get your attention for what feels like hours.
she knows the sound of the gun has to have been heard by fellow neighbors and soon the police will be at the front door.
love needs time to plan, and she, unfortunately, doesn’t have much. 
so she leaves you, wrapping a soft throw blanket around your figure which you appreciate as you hold it close.
your phone is in her hands and she’s calling the police, explaining the situation. placing lies wherever needed.
she uses joe’s box of obsessions to her favor, planting more of his fingerprints and placing the box on the table.
the sirens shortly after blare out their familiar song, indicating their arrival. love sits next to you, henry fast asleep in her arms when the police and firefighters find their way into the house.
seeing them is like a breath of fresh air for you, the emotions hits you like a bus. having love there for you brings the two of you so much closer.
despite what you’ve been through, things will start looking up. joe is finally out of the picture and love will finally have you and henry completely to herself.
weeks pass, you and love decide to start over.
giving your new family a fresh start.
months pass, you’d since then legally filed as an adoptive parent to henry.
a year passes, the house you and love had planned is finally up and running.
henry carries a small blue bookbag filled with his source of entertainment through the long drive.
he’s full of giggles, and laughter as he plops down on the couch. a stuffed elephant plush tightly in his arms.
love’s hand tightly held in yours and an engagement ring clasped around her finger, as the two of you walk into the large house.
“shit forgot the last box.”
you exclaim, jogging right back out of the house.
love watches you fondly from the front door, staring as you pick up a box of shared belongings.
a woman from across the street catches love’s eyes, she’s staring at you as well. 
a look of pure lust as she bites her lip and twirls her hair.
“hello, neighbor!”
she calls out, her voice purposely low. there’s no way she actually talks like that, love is fuming.
love quinn is not particularly fond of competition, and she’s not planning to have it for too long.
you give a kind wave and say your hello’s in response, leaving the short conversation at that.
you’re walking back to the house, leaning in to kiss your beautiful girl. 
boosting her ego an impossible amount.
you have the perfect little family, in the most perfect little house, living your perfect life with your lovely love quinn right by your side.
she’s not letting anything mess that up.
nothing will mess up her fresh start.
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bettysgarden-13 · 1 year
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i’m so love quinn
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shadowisbored · 9 months
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My worst trait is that I'm a love Quinn kinnie
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dollarvalentine · 7 months
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