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icallhimjoey · 6 months

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Lost & Found

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You take a little break, a week away to somewhere warm to relax and calm your senses. So does Joe – same flight, same hotel, same travel plans and, worst of all, same suitcase. What was meant to be a lovely trip to the sun starts off on the wrong foot when you find expensive designer outfits belonging to a man in what you thought was your suitcase.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, lots of swearing, we get a little spicy but nothing too bad, 18+ just in case though!

Author’s note: so, i wrote half of this severely sleep-deprived and half of this whilst feeling unwell, so... i don't know man, i hope that i tied it all together somewhat coherent for you all and that you enjoy! comments, likes, messages, reblogs etc. all highly appreciated, thanks!

Wordcount: 4.4K

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

The door fell into its lock behind you and the eye-contact was not something you wanted to be the first to break.

Nothing happened for a second. You just stood close in your silent hotel room and looked at each other. You tried to focus on breathing at a normal pace which seemed, no, was an impossible task.

Had you ever really noticed what Joe’s eyes looked like?

You had.

But like this?

Yea, you had, actually.

Hey, fuck you, don’t judge. See them up close first before calling someone crazy.

You had noticed his eyes. You’d noticed lots of things about him, but his eyes? There was something about his fucking eyes and he was looking back at you now, his moving between yours, and oh my God, how long were you just going to stare directly into each other’s eyes like this?

It was nearing uncomfortable when suddenly you saw his eyes shoot down, past your lips, down your body, and then back up.

“Do you…” Joe started, voice low and soft, but he didn’t finish the sentence. You tried guessing what it could have been, what he was about to ask, but you couldn’t think straight.

Not with Joe so close and the energy all thick and crackly.

Were you even breathing at all at this point?

Seconds passed, but it felt like minutes did when you suddenly felt how your whole body swayed forward. Nearly into him. So very nearly.

You swallowed, and then so did Joe, and why the fuck was no one doing anything?

His eyes moved again, but past you now. Over your shoulder. And then he reached. Leant closer to you as he reached an arm behind and opened the door to the bathroom. It made you step back a little, which was just right, because that was where Joe wanted you. The faint excuse of sand everywhere, of barely sunburnt pulling skin, of salty seawater that left your legs somewhat sticky, all enough to pull you into the bathroom for a shower.

No words were shared at all when you stepped inside. You watched as Joe turned the shower on, knew how it worked because his hotel room had the exact same one, and when Joe started undressing, you followed without question.

It wasn’t weird.

You tried to think of reasons of why it wasn’t weird, but you couldn’t come up with anything quick enough.

You decided that maybe you were just weird and the situation was maybe sort of the same amount of weird for everything to feel normal.

Well. Semi-normal, at least.

It was fine.

You were undressing in your bathroom and this time Joe was in the room with you instead of just outside, sat on a chair, listening carefully to make sure you didn’t collapse.

Steam started filling up the room when you stepped out of your bikini bottoms and for a second you forgot that this was likely not going to be an actual shower shower, but more just a sexy excuse to touch each other all over.

Just like you’d done the day before when Joe had been sat on a chair outside the bathroom door, you collected your bikini to rinse out in the shower.

Resourceful type of shit. Like your mother had taught you.

This time however, it wasn’t just your two-piece that you picked up off the floor; you also found Joe’s swimming shorts.

You didn’t realise that maybe this was a little strange when you stepped into the hot stream with all of it in hand and heard Joe huff in silent laughter.

“It’s just, I always, you know... to get them clean,” you said, holding all of it under the water, focussing on getting every inch of every item wet. It was nice to have a job to direct your focus, something to keep your hands and eyes busy and not, you know, with the naked man who was stood right behind you.

Your shoulders were the first thing two cold, only cold because the water was hot, large hands touched of you.

For a second you thought he was going to stop you like he would stop you from biting at your fingernails, but instead, his hands trailed up a bit until they touched your neck and then went down your back a little to the spots where he’d paid close attention to sore muscles the day before.

Pressing both thumbs into the flesh there worked like a reset button, it was almost embarrassing how fast your body folded.

Your head fell forward, and your arms dropped down. You went as lax as you could standing up still, and it got another soft chuckle from Joe.

Next thing you knew, the swimming garments were taken from your hands and hung over the glass shower screen before hands found your shoulders again. Before strong fingers pushed and kneaded the sore spots that needed it so.

Hot water.

Naked skin.

Hands doing exactly what you wanted them to.

Shit.

Yea, you'd been after intimacy, but you kind of expected that whatever you'd been after wouldn’t made you... oh, you know, feel things.

Just taking deep breaths wasn't enough to push down whatever was trying to make its way out of you.

It was confusing and silly - you wouldn't even let yourself come close to this on your own, by yourself, but now, here, completely in the nude with another person in the shower with you, this was the right time for emotions to let themselves be known?

No.

Not on your watch.

You scrunched up your forehead as much as it was willing to wrinkle from all sides, eyebrows doing the most, because if you didn’t, your lip would wobble, mouth showing all the emotions that resided on the inside. You didn’t even think they were real emotions to begin with - you were just tired. But a big pout and a quivering chin were things you couldn’t control, were things that would just do whatever by themselves and there was no stopping them.

Couldn’t have that, could you?

So you redirected it to the top-half of your face. Sure, it made tears spill faster, but somehow that felt fine. There was water there already anyway, the shower a perfect coverup for them. You’d rather it be this. This was prettier and felt controlled, easier to hide.

It wasn’t, though.

It took no time for you to be fucking shaking all over.

Trying to control the shaking only made it worse. And it got worse fast. Especially when you turned and you saw how Joe reacted to what he saw. Copied it. Knitted his eyebrows together like yours were and created a whole crumply mess on his face and, had you mentioned his eyes already?

You had.

Fucking stunning. Absolutely beautiful.

They weren’t helping.

This was meant to be a sexy shower for fuck’s sake.

If you could just.

Relax.

Have a drink.

Ignore whatever stirred inside.

That’d be perfect.

You took a few deep breaths through flared nostrils that you let out through your mouth and, there you went. It worked a little. Forehead stayed scrunched, just in case, but you felt yourself relax a little. Felt heavy shit ebb away a little.

“This is why, you know that, right?”

The hurt turned into confusion. Was only a minor change.

“If you’re going to keep pushing it down, it’ll affect you physically,”

You snorted. Hid the way you knew he was right with a laugh. Tried to turn it into jokes.

“Okay, doctor,”

But Joe didn’t laugh. Just swiped your hair from the front of your shoulders to your back before using large palms to push it back from your face too.

“What’s plaguing you?” He spoke so softly, you barely heard it over the clatter of shower water that hit the tiles in streams from both your elbows.

“I’m fine, it’s just… it’s just work,”

Joe didn’t respond to your answer at all. Just kept wiping hands near your hairline, in turn smoothing out all the lines of worry you’d etched in there. It made you grab onto his wrists to stop him.

He did stop, but didn’t move, and then you just stood like that a second with your forehead all smooth and you had to close your eyes because the shower water was running directly into them.

The fact that joe was staring down into your soul went ignored because it was just easier if you didn’t think about being so seen.

“I don’t…” you started, stupid lip wobbling once more because Joe’s hands prevented you from redirecting everything, “I don’t want to cry.”

“If you’ve got to cry, you’ve got to cry.”

“I’m just, I’m tired and that fucks with everything, doesn’t it?”

You kept thinking there was going to be a moment where Joe would laugh. Chuckle or softly snicker or even exhale a little louder than usual, but he never did.

Just stayed silent.

Watched what your face did and rubbed a thumb across where he saw you try to frown.

“What if I don’t stop?”

“Crying?”

“You didn’t come up here to have me cry in the shower for ages,” you laughed at yourself and then groaned loudly, all frustrated. “God, you must think I’m so fucking weird,”

Joe reached and had a squint at the tiny cursive letters of whatever small tube he picked up.

Shampoo.

Nice.

He flicked it open with his thumb and said, “Well, in my defence,” which made you laugh. “I never thought that the girl I met wearing my clothes wasn’t at least a little strange,”

He was right. You hadn’t once tried to sell to Joe that you were normal. Which was actually sort of perfect. Made you feel less bad about your laughter turning into a weird choked sob when Joe got started on washing your hair.

Made you feel less bad when you apologised, and Joe held your whole head, wide hands splayed fingers from your jaw back to the base of your skull, and forced eye-contact when he said to stop apologising already.

Made you feel less bad when you, through teary laughter, commented on the lack of sex appeal you'd dragged into the shower, that hadn’t been the intention at all, and Joe just said, “We got time.”

Made you feel less bad when, after Joe turned the shower off, all you wanted to do was curl into the white fluffy dressing gown and flop down onto the bed, ready to pass out.

Because you hadn’t lied. You were tired.

Joe let you nap there after watching you run your hands over the covers, murmuring something about clean sheet day before you drifted off.

And, listen.

Yea, Joe hadn’t expected for any of this week to go the way it had gone so far. He’d intended for the trip to be a little break from work, to simply get his mind off of everything going on at home by sleeping in, and by reading books, and by swimming slow laps in the hotel pool for however long he wanted.

Well.

He’d barely even touched the book he’d brought, hadn’t swam a single lap in the hotel pool but! But! Had this... had all of this not taken his mind off of everything?

It had.

Joe hadn’t thought of work, of his schedule, of auditions and of lines he had to learn - he hadn’t thought of any of that once.

And he got to help someone.

Well, not just someone.

You.

He got to make you laugh, got to make you eat, got to make you relax. Got to hold you as you slept. Got to touch you in the shower. Not... not in all the ways he’d wanted to. Yet. But he’d been forward about it. Said there was time still. Which, there was. He’d only met you three days ago, which, was that right? Joe had to count using his fingers to check, because didn’t that feel like weeks ago already?

And sure, you kept saying sorry for being a burden, kept telling him he was free to go whenever, you didn’t want to ruin his trip, you know?

But how was he going to tell you that, actually, this was exactly right for him right now? Have his focus be on someone else entirely instead of on himself for a second?

And the answers were so easy too, weren’t they? All basic shit.

You woke up about an hour later with your feet in Joe's lap, left foot in his hands, slowly kneading as he watched TV.

You looked up, stirred a little, felt a little dazed. Took you a second to realise where you were. Who was there with you. Who was holding your foot.

“Hey,” Joe smiled lazily at you, and for a second, he thought maybe this was too much. Maybe he’d overstepped. You’d fallen asleep in your bed, naked body wrapped up in fluffy white, and Joe’d just sat down next to you. Turned on the TV, volume all the way down, like he was in his own hotel room, and when you started twisting and turning a little, he’d taken hold of your feet. Hoped that his grip would ground you in some way.

He thought it had done, because for the rest of your nap you’d barely moved at all.

For about ten minutes, your feet had just laid there. On his lap. You had nice feet, Joe thought, you know, as far as feet went. Nice legs too. Bruised a bunch, sure. Scraped from where you’d fallen, kind of similar to your face, but nice none the less. Eyes traveled up more, and that’s when Joe saw.

He tried not to see. Actively tried his bestest best not to look.

You’d cried over things you didn’t know how to explain and maybe... maybe Joe should’ve left after. Or, at least, maybe Joe shouldn’t have sat down and dragged your feet onto his lap because now, one wrong move and you'd flash your full vagina for the whole room to see.

Joe could already sort of see it now anyway, but he was actively not looking and massaged a foot to keep himself busy.

Don't look, man.

Stop.

Stop looking.

It took you ages to slowly stir awake again. And what a way to wake up. What a view to wake up to.

Joe was sat against the headboard, just in his T-shirt and the remnants of a towel that had been tied around his waist before he’d sat down.

Slow and sleepy, you sat up, and it made Joe try to protect your modesty by going, “Oh, your… the dressing gown– you, it’s ridden up, it’s–”

It was of no use, because you paid your dressing gown no mind, no matter how much of you got exposed. It was time for bits being exposed, you thought.

You moved from sitting up onto your knees, feet sliding from Joe’s lap as you did, your hair all sleep-messy and eyes barely open.

“What are you…?” Joe asked softly, but didn’t finish his question because he knew exactly what you were doing as you inched closer, hands finding his shoulders to hold as your knees dented the mattress either side of him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, your warmth sinking into his, and you grinned. Hummed in satisfaction. There was plenty of fabric in between the two of you – the sheets, Joe’s towel, your dressing gown – but it was all easily removed, one simple swipe away from connecting skin to skin.

“Hi,” Joe softly whispered as you leant closer, and he seemed unsure on if he should sit up a little or not, his hands unsure of if he should touch you a little or not.

Was sort of endearing.

Man had taken a whole shower with you and now didn't know if it was all right to touch you.

So, you helped. Took hold of his hands and guided them to your waist, more towards your back, and when you leant down enough for Joe to tip his chin up and kiss you, his arms did exactly what you wanted them to do as they tightly wrapped around.

Yes.

Exactly.

This was exactly right.

You’d cried, you’d slept, you’d gotten your hair washed and you’d gotten your feet rubbed and now, you wanted to kiss the boy.

And kiss the boy you did.

Well. You kissed him for maybe three seconds. After that, the boy was kissing you.

The dressing gown was tied loosely enough for it to come undone when Joe grabbed two fistfuls of fabric at your back and had Joe not looked at your flesh for long enough now?

The feel of the bare skin of your chest was enough to quickly lose his T-shirt.

The feel of his mouth on your neck was enough to fight your way out of the dressing gown entirely.

You’d never had sex quite like it.

Quite so slow. Quite so loving and so tender, and you know you couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, but maybe Joe had to stop making so much eye-contact if he didn't want you thinking of them all the time, you know?

And Joe was just helping, wasn’t he?

Get your mind empty.

Undo you of stresses that had no right squatting in your muscles like that.

Make you feel good, the way he knew how.

Just helping.

And it did help.

Joe helped when he had almost agonisingly slow sex with you in your hotel room.

Joe helped when after, he suggested going down to his hotel room to enjoy room service in his bed, because hadn’t you said something about clean sheet day earlier?

Joe helped when he let you choose his outfit for the next day and laughed at how you kept scrunching your nose at the selection of clothing items he'd brought. Honestly, what the fuck had he been thinking?

Helped when he just smiled and shrugged and wore whatever you’d laid out for him.

Helped when he told the host downstairs at the restaurant that your seperate reservations for one were to be merged into reservations for two because you’d be having the rest of your meals together now.

Helped when he made sure you had water after having a fruity cocktail by the pool which he made you sip before helping you into the freezing water that hurt your bones, it was so cold.

Helped when he just let you hang onto him in there, arms around his neck and legs around his waist, as he waded through the water for a bit, sun on his back and bright on your face.

Helped when he searched for your wrist again in the night and felt for your pulse, and you'd gone, “You know I’m not— you don’t need to,” and Joe’d quietly replied, “No I know,” before adding, “Is just nice.”.

Helped when he let you wear one of his jackets once more when you went for drinks up at the rooftop on your last night there and wouldn’t stop commenting on how good it looked on you on the back-end of soft sighs.

You knew just this one week away wouldn’t fix all the things wrong in your life. Knew they’d just be waiting for you when you’d get back home. But, man, spending half this trip with Joe had made you temporarily forget about a lot of the bullshit, and wasn’t that why your boss had sent you away in the first place?

Joe had helped.

The skin around your fingers had started healing enough for it to no longer look like you dipped the tips of them into acid on the reg.

Joe had helped you beyond belief.

And so when the day arrived on which you both would be going back home, an unsaid solemnity hung in the air that the both of you tried your very best to ignore.

It was okay.

You were taking the same flight home, so your time together wasn’t over when you checked out of the hotel. And you’d exchanged numbers, said you’d both be busy the second you'd set foot back in London, but you’d keep in touch. It was a casual agreement of which you knew that potentially, it’d never actually happen.

Just a polite nicety, because what kind of rude person wouldn’t say something like that after the week the two of you had had?

But you weren’t dense.

When you arrived at the airport, you had a weird sort of more heartfelt goodbye moment in the back of your shared taxi. Where there were no other people to ogle and you didn’t feel so weird because, you really weren’t anything together, the two of you, and saying goodbye at airports was an activity strictly set aside for couples, wasn’t it?

Before you moved to get out of the backseat, Joe’d knocked your knee with his to get your attention. The look in his eyes had made you use both arms in a hug that grew tighter and lasted longer than you expected it would have. Then just a peck to your cheek, followed by a quick one to your mouth and a smile.

You didn’t sit remotely close to each other on the plane, couldn’t even see each other from where you were both sat. You kind of handled it like a big girl and told yourself this was just the transition back into the real world where you didn’t know each other at all.

Your week together could just be that. Your week together. Full stop.

It took you the whole flight back to convince yourself you were okay with that.

Joe could just exist as the bits of arm and leg in the corners of pictures of cocktails and nice meals in your camera roll.

That was it.

The week was over and done and Joe was part of your past now.

Except he fucking wasn’t, was he?

You’d forgotten there was a whole airport you needed to get out of before you'd actually part ways, and you only realised that Joe would still be in your vicinity when you looked up from your phone at the baggage claim carousel and looked him right in the eye. He was stood on the other side, the very end of the round all the checked luggage made before it’d disappear and loop back again.

You couldn’t help a smile. This is where you fucked up a week ago. At the baggage claim. You’d grabbed Joe’s suitcase and he’d grabbed yours and now, here you were. Second try. Were going to get it right this time.

Joe returned your smile and it was cute. He grew bashful and looked at his feet before biting into his lip and turning himself back into waiting-man-by-baggage-carousel, face serious and a little tired from the flight. He looked just like the business man you thought he was before you’d even met him. All stern, all posh, looking out for his suitcase, just like you were looking out for yours.

It took a second for you to spot your suitcase.

When you did, your body immediately jolted into action, but a loud clearing of someone's throat stopped you.

Joe.

You looked over and saw him look directly at you, eyebrows raised slightly, slowly shaking his head no.

Confusion.

What?

But... you listened.

Let your own suitcase pass you by, and you saw something change in Joe's expression. Something a little victorious. Something a little too glad, which he tried to hide, about you not just taking what was yours and leaving the area with it.

You watched as your suitcase looped around and... no fucking way. He wouldn't. He fucking wouldn't.

Except he would.

And then, he did.

Joe took your suitcase from the rubber belt and put it down beside him. Gave you a shit eating grin when he extended the telescopic handle with loud clicks and then just... walked off with it.

Was that his? Had you just made the same dumb mistake and had you nearly reached for Joe’s suitcase again?

You looked, saw the other suitcase come your way and were quick to take it. Checked it.

No.

This one wasn’t yours. This was Joe’s.

That little shit.

Your week together wasn’t just going to be your week together, and Joe had to make sure of it. He went about it a little drastically, sure, but in his defence, when he’d thought up the idea of taking your suitcase home instead of his own, part of the plan wasn’t that you’d actually see him do it.

You were meant to just find Joe’s suitcase and not see that it wasn’t yours until you’d get home.

Maybe this was better though.

Maybe this said, “You’re mine.” more.

Maybe this said, “You were mine the moment I saw you dressed in my clothes.” more.

Something possessive and greedy about all of it, but Joe didn’t care.

He was just helping.

And he truly had helped you!

Helped in all the ways he knew how.

Just now was the time for Joe to help himself. And so he did. Joe helped himself when he signaled for you to leave your suitcase be. Helped himself when he smirked across the carousel and turned on his heel, your suitcase rolling behind him. Helped himself when he got into a taxi and waited until it got onto the road before he texted,

“Your suitcase”

Referring back to the first words you'd said to him on that weird day at the airport.

You received the message just as you stepped out of the airport yourself and couldn’t help the way you wanted to squeeze Joe’s face in both your hands, really dig your non-existent finger nails into his cheeks because he was being such an idiot. You didn't know if you wanted to scold him or tell him you loved him for the cheesiest fucking thing you'd ever see someone do.

You knew the perfect reply though.

Joe eagerly awaited your message, was hoping he was going to get what he wanted and, yes, fuck fucking yes, his grin stretched from ear to ear when he did.

“Your jacket” the end

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masturbucky · 2 years

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Being shared between Joe and Love would include...

[!!!]it's mostly a dark and smutty profile, keep that in mind

Joe. HATES. it.

He hates how Love looks at you- He knows what a MONSTER his wife is, he CAN'T let her get to you, he can't let her know that he wants you even if she does too-

Wait. She... What?

When he picks up on the way Love looks at you — when he sees her stalking you, too, because he does the same-

They both shocked when they see each other's cars near your house.

Love tried to hide you from him, afraid that he would be mad, and he did the same because he was afraid that she will kill you-

But after a small family talk they came to an agreement.

Sharing is caring.

So when they finally have you — not without your and their fight with each other of course, not without some blood here and there, screams, kidnapping, you know, tipical Goldberg-Quinn family stuff-

When they have you the way they want you, without any fight to their love, there's finally appears the question.

How should we have sex?

Joe and Love of course didn't thought about that before, when they, you know, were busy keeping you in their cage and getting you to the point of Stockholm Syndrome-

But it does matter now, when you love them both and want them both.

So they have one more family talk, you're not included yet — they don't want to embarrass you in any way, you have such a good progress accepting them(Love says), they just need to figure it out before acting up

So they talk. Like, seriously talk about how they want you and what would be included, and how. I mean, everything should be consensual, they will take care of it.

Joe was reluctant at first when Love offered to try threesome instead of making a fucking schedule for who can take you and when, but... It's not really that bad, he can imagine that. He can feel himself getting harder on the thought of you being all sweet and messy between him and Love.

So when the time goes to action, they start it slowly. Baby steps, yeah? Love cooks a dinner with you while Joe makes sure that Henry's asleep. A simple, sweet evening of their unusual family, as it should be, as they love it to be and hope that you love it now, too.

You already expected something to happen when Love was practically buzzing with excitement, constantly hugging you and kissing your cheeks while you help her on the kitchen.

So when after dinner Joe and Love somehow lead you to their bedroom instead of yours — well, yes, both of them stayed in your room more often than in their, but still — you just know what's happening.

"Sweetheart, we..." Love starts, sitting on the bed with you, stroking your thigh with her hand softly. She's nervous, you can tell, Joe is nervously stands near the bed too.

"We want to try something new. Y/N, would you let us...?" Joe continues instead of his wife, as he kneels down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your knee while looking up at you.

You cant really say no to them. I mean, of course you can say that you're not ready, they will understand, they want you to want them and they wont force you in their bed, of course- They can always wait for you.

But you don't. You let them take your clothes off slowly, with multiple kisses and praises, with all their attention on you — mostly Love talks, Joe does — a perfect team work

And now, you're completely naked for them. They, meanwhile, stayed clothed, but oh god — you dont really care, as long as Love kisses you the way she does, and Joe eats you out like he haven't eaten in years-

You notice that you're so close to cumming only when Joe puts a thrid finger in you, and Love takes her clothes off too, so you can touch her as much as she touches you.

And yes, that's it. You're cumming on Joe's fingers and tongue, you even feel him moan, maybe he even strokes his cock on that image of you all overwhelmed by him and Love. Love, meanwhile, oh Love, she holds you close, grabbing wherever she can grab on you, and holding your hands on her chest.

It's going to be a long, great night. They waited for too long to stop so early. And from now on, you sleep only in their bed.

You don't really mind, do you, sweetheart?

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localemofreak · 2 months

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Because We’re Only Kissing When We’re Drunk.

(Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader)

Based on this song:

Low-key In Love - The Struts

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Story: You and Joe had always been this ‘friends with benefits’ thing- and you never expected anything more from it, he was there for you and you were there for him- that was that. But one night, Joseph said something in the moment that freaked you out and caused you to run off- and he instantly regretted it.. or did he??..

‼️Warnings‼️: mentions of smut, use of y/n, drinking, slight angst, slight comfort at the end, etc. (if I missed anything please tell me!)

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You and Joseph had been friends for quite a while, well I guess you can consider each other 'friends'

If hanging at each other's houses late at night every week, getting completely shitfaced, then hooking up is considered being 'friends' then yeah- you guys are friends..

Really good friends.

To be honest- you guys are totally a 'friends with benefits' thing, but you just both hate that word so much- it makes things seem weirder than they already are.

It started off with one night, your now ex just dumped you- you wanted to distract yourself.

Who better to go to then the first man you called to hang out, Mr Joseph Quinn himself.

It started off as a regular hangout, you crying on his shoulder as he consoled you, you both had a few drinks- then things escalated there.

All that you could remember was waking up, naked in his bed- the shower was running because Joe was in there and you used that moment to escape as quickly as you could.

After that night, things changed.

Soon it became once every few months, to once a month, to a couple times a month-

Now you or him were at each other's houses, hooking up on the couch once a week if not a couple times more.

But neither of you were complaining- and neither of you had feelings for each other.

It was more of a way to escape everything, to just let all the stress of the week fall out.

Through drinks and steamy, naked make-out sessions.

But this time- things were different.

It was a late, Friday night- Joe had texted you telling you how much of a stressful week he's had with work and everything.

Being the good 'friend' you were- you obviously headed over to his place to help him get rid of the stress.

Then it happened.

You were both in his bedroom, he was leaning back against his headboard, you were on his lap- you two were basically just eating each other's faces up.

Nobody and nothing could stop you both at this moment.

the sounds of lips smacking with small hums and groans, the feeling of hot breath on both your lips mixed with the hands roaming- both of you were just locked in the whole steamy moment.

Then it just fell from his lips.

"Fuck darling- I love you so much."

He moaned it out against your lips as his hands were gripping onto your waist and your ass.

Your eyes just quickly shot open at the moment, causing you to freeze-

He didn't just say that did he?- but he did.

It took a moment to noticed you stopped kissing as his eyes slowly fluttered open, his soft brown doe eyes revealing themselves.

You watched as his eyes widened, realizing what he said.

You both never thought you had feelings for each other, at least you didn't think he had feelings for you- you always would agree that this was strictly friendship only.

But apparently Joseph didn't think that way- and you weren't gonna lie, neither did you- but you never said anything.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-" he said, only to get caught off by you.

"I should uh, I should probably get going-" you said, just pretty much in shock at what he said as you quickly climbed off his lap and got off the bed.

"Wait- y/n, darling-" he said, his smooth British accent running through your ears as he quickly stood up from the bed as well.

You just quickly shook your head, keeping your gaze down as you quickly grabbed your shoes and sped out the bedroom.

"I'll- I'll call you Joe.. okay?" You said, quickly grabbing your bag while he followed you, and you refused to meet his gaze.

"Wait let me explain please-" he said, but before anything else could happen- you had left, slamming the door behind you to get to your flat as quickly as possible…

As soon as you got to your flat, you started freaking out.

He loved you?!?! No- that's not possible, you guys are just friends- hell, you guys are just fuck buddies!

You weren't freaking out in a negative way- more like in a "holy shit" way.

You never really thought about having feelings for Joe-

of course there would be moments where you would look into his eyes, noticing how pretty they truly were.

Or how hot his messy curls looked in the morning after a wild night-

Or how that little slutty chain would dangle from his neck as he hovered over you.

Oh fuck it- he was hot as shit, and you liked him.

But it was just such a shock for him to actually like you back… but what if he didn't?-

Maybe it was just an 'in the moment' thing, maybe he was thinking of another girl-

Soon all these thoughts were cut off by a loud knock on your front door.

You jumped at the sound, instantly knowing who it was- and you didn't want to answer it.

"Y/n, love- are you home?.." Joseph's beautiful voice rang out through your wooden door.

You just stood in your living room, staring at the door as he continued to knock on it- obviously eager to talk to you.

Soon enough of just standing there, silently panicking to yourself, you just sucked up the courage to go answer the door.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you headed over to the door, your hand resting on the doorknob before you turned it open.

Your eyes were instantly met with his worried brown doe eyes-

He looked anxious, nervous, like he felt like he fucked up big time- which he did feel.

Your eyes moved down to look at his outfit- he was wearing some pretty good looking flared jeans, a nice button down shirt and his brown leather jacket over it, his hands resting in his pocket as he stood there nervously.

"Can I?.." he said, looking down at you, instantly making eye contact with you.

It was an obvious habit of his with people, making eye contact whenever he talked- just so people knew he was listening to them.

You just quickly broke it, bringing your gaze down to the ground as you gave a small nod, avoiding his gaze once again while he walked into the small flat you owned.

As soon as you noticed his shoes walk onto your wood floors, you slowly closed the front door behind him, continuing to keep your eyes down.

"I- uh, I think we need to talk.." he muttered, his voice soft and smooth as you noticed his feet turn towards you- meaning he was facing you.

"There's nothing to talk about Joe.." you mumbled, your voice quiet as you were too nervous to say anything- afraid that this might be it, the end to everything..

Soon you felt two bulky, firm fingers grip onto your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes- which you did.

He had a soft look in his eyes, causing them to sparkle as they looked down into yours- god he was perfect.

You two just stood for a while, admiring each other while feeling your lips slowly move more and more closer together.

"You’re right.. maybe there isn't any words to say.." you heard him whisper, his voice was so soft as it ran through your ears.

You could feel his breath on your lips as his face basically hovered over yours, causing a small chill to run down your spine.

Finally- his lips were pressed against yours, and you leaned into the soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes fluttered shut as you stood there, his hand holding your face firmly.

After standing there, slowly but passionately kissing him, you slowly pulled away- your eyes opening to meet his which were so close to yours.

"I love you too Joe.."

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blairrwaldorfs · 3 months

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Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

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

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

Disclaimer: Mention of violence, 18+

Wordcount: 3.7K

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

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

Never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh no.

Here comes the marriage subject.

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

Joe.

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

Atleast to you.

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

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

“MUM!”

Ohmygod.

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

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

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

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

Good lord.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, do you have a boyfriend at all?”

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

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

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

It was all so terrifying.

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

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

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

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

It was always like this.

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

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

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

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

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

Was he drunk? This early?

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a dumb question.

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

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

What Ivy said was such a lie though.

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

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

Your name?

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

“What did she say?” You asked.

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

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

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

“Why would she be jealous of me?”

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

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

Jealous? Was she serious?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m really sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hiya!

Please can I request a Joseph Quinn x reader fic where they fall in love on the set of stranger things

Love on Set [Joe Quinn x Reader]

A/N: So happy I got this. It was actually so fun to write, and I hope you like it. Joe seems like such a sweetheart and also quite goofy.

You remember the day you had received the call about joining Stranger Things 4. It was definitely one of your favourite shows and it was such an honour to be casted in the latest season. You were set to play the love interest to a character named Eddie Munson, misunderstood “freak” of Hawkins. You knew you would have so much fun and couldn’t wait to meet everyone on your first day.

It has roughly been a few weeks since filming had started, and you had already become such good friends with almost everyone. You had grown close to one particular person, Joseph Quinn. You and joe had practically become tied at the hip. Maybe it was the scenes you had to film together or maybe the fact that your characters fall in love, you weren’t really sure how your friendship with him became so close, not that you were complaining. He was one the nicest, kindest souls you had ever met, and you both always had a good laugh together.

While sitting in hair and makeup, you started to talk with Amy the hair stylist about which scenes you were filming today. She began to tease you a bit, “excited to be kissing Joe today” she made a kissy face towards you. you giggled “Come on now, it’s just work.” Amy shook her head, “you know, I definitely think he might have a thing for you”. It was your turn to shake your head. There was no way he could be crushing on you. You sit there, lost in thought about whether that could be true or not. Amy snaps her fingers to grab your attention. “Hey, you good?” you look at her with doe eyes. She smiles wide “you like him, don’t you?” you got out of the chair to stretch your legs, an excuse to try to hide the blush forming on your face. “NO... I was just trying to remember if I read all my lies.” You knew she wouldn’t accept the lie. Then you hear a knock at the door. “Come in” Amy yells. In walks Joe and you suddenly started to feel butterflies in your stomach. He smiles at Amy and then at you, letting his eyes linger; fully taking in your appearance. You started to feel a little shy in his gaze. “Morning how are we?” he asks the both of you. “Morning, we’re good, aren’t we Y/N?” she elbows you softly, breaking your train of thought. “Uhm yeah, we’re good?” You’re not sure why you all of sudden feel nervous around him. You notice Joe laugh softly at your response. He sits down in the chair ready to be done.

“So how was your night?” you ask Joe, trying to seem normal. “Great, felt good to be able to finally get some good sleep.” He gives you a smile, you didn’t realise until now your feelings for him were this strong. Amy could see the tension between the two of you starting to bubble in the trailer, so she decided to excuse herself. “I just have to run to the makeup trailer really quick.” She leaves quickly, shooting you a look to say that you should definitely make a move. As she slams the door, you turn back to Joe who was watching you in the mirror. “So…” you both said at the same time. “Oh sorry, you go” you say to him, hoping he actually had something to say to cover the fact that you had no idea what to say. “Oh, I was just going to say, that you look beautiful today.” He complemented you. He would complement you almost everyday on set but this time it just felt different, like maybe there was some truth to Amy’s words. You give him a shy smile. You sit in the chair next to him. You decide to be a little playful with him, to see if you could crack him a bit about his feelings. “So, I heard a rumour that you have a crush on someone on set.” He shoots you a look, but you can’t really tell what it means. Is he nervous? “Well, did whoever tell you this rumour who it was?” you shake your head, maybe Amy was right. “So, it’s true? You gotta tell me who it is.” You try to act like your normal self, pushing any nervousness aside. “Well, she’s beautiful, kind and really smart. I always have a good time on set with her. She’s one of the funniest people I know and hopefully she’ll say yes to maybe being my girlfriend. I feel like we’ve had quite a few dates already without really realising it.” He gives you another nervous look. You look into his beautiful brown eyes, hoping he’ll reveal that it’s you he’s talking about. “I think she would be honoured to be your girlfriend if you asked her. I’m sure she would know how lucky she is.” He gets up and grabs you by the hand, pulling you to stand in front of him. You start to feel nervous yourself, he really was talking about you, and you definitely would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him too. “So, would that be a yes then?” he gives you a hopeful look. Instead of answering, you decide to answer by leaning in. He notices your action and closes the gap between the two of you. You had kissed Joe many times while filming but this kiss just felt different, it felt like the cliché fireworks and sparks you hear people talk about. After a few seconds, you both pull apart. “Definitely a yes.” You finally put into words, seeing him start to smile wide. He gives you another kiss. You could tell he felt better finally telling you, as did you. You felt like a weight had been lifted and you no longer had to hide your true feelings. You got to finally call this gorgeous man yours.

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daisydamed · 2 years

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Joseph Quinn x Actress!Reader

GENRE : kinda fluffy tbh

WARNINGS (?) : alcohol, mention of boobies

WORD COUNT : 3478

Honestly I thought this was going to be a short imagine and this is what happened, I hope it’s not as horrendous as I’ve convinced myself it is lmao

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“So Y/N, you and Joe here have actually worked together before, right?” The woman conducting your interview asked with a smile. She was nice enough, but it had been a long day for you all and it was getting more noticeable in your responses.

“Yeah, back when I was like twenty or something for a short film,” you responded politely. “It was terrifying, to be quite honest!”

The group, made up of Gaten, Maya and Joe himself chuckled and the mood lifted a little.

“You were scared of me?” Joe asked incredulously, brow furrowed slightly and his mouth open in mock shock. You giggled a little.

“I mean yeah, Dickensian had just been released, I’d binged the whole thing as soon as I could and developed this weird, like, ‘this man will never know I exist’ kind of crush! How is that not scary? It was my first proper role and everything!” The interviewer laughed along with you as you spoke and Gaten turned to you in surprise.

“I didn’t know you guys had worked together?” He said, his eyes boring into your own. “How did I never know that?”

“I knew that, I listen when people speak.” Maya had quipped, sending you into laughs again.

You shrugged in response to Gaten, and glanced toward Joe. His eyes were matching your gaze almost instantly, a smile creasing his face and the tiniest blush hinted on his cheeks. You could get lost in his eyes so quickly, and you had, on multiple occasions. The hot lights in the room didn’t show it well, but you’d seen how the sunlight on set would highlight the different shades of brown within them, on a good day, they’d sparkle with flecks of varying shades of chocolate and deep honey.

“It actually made it a lot easier to be friendly on set for this show-” He spoke, pulling his gaze from yours to face back to the camera. It had only been a second or so, but you felt you’d been swimming in his sights for minutes. “Having the kind of connection you can only get from the intimacy that comes with the sort of scenes we’d shared previously really does wonders for the relationship our characters had with each other.”

“Intimacy?” Gaten spun to Joe this time, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean? Oh my god, this is like finding out your sister had a secret boyfriend-” Your face flushed, remembering back to the way Joe’s hands had rested on your bare skin during your previous filming together and you tried to push down the knot tightening in your stomach.

“Morning!” You’d called with a false confidence as you walked onto set. The bed was lit by warm stage lights and there were set dressers bouncing around, laying down empty cans of beer.

The brief for the scene had been just that, brief.

‘Sam and Rory fall into bed together, hands desperate and kissing deeply. Sam removes her shirt and Rory gazes longingly, eyes roaming her now bare chest.’

With it being your first scene of intimacy, you were understandably pretty nervous. You’d stayed in your trailer that morning until the last possible second before making your way to set, anxious to interact with Joe. You knew full well he’d be sweet about it, make it lighthearted and take your mind away from the anxiety, but even after being around him on set for the past month you couldn’t shake the tension it brought to your mind. You were both professionals here, this wasn’t going to mess anything up between you, and he’d done this before, but the rock in your chest hadn’t budged since you’d woken that morning.

After prepping was complete and the shot was angled, you were both ushered onto set with a call of ‘rolling’. After working with Joe for a couple of weeks, your director had good understanding of your chemistry together and had begun to trust your work, she had been able to gradually decrease the amount of blocking and rehearsal between the two of you, especially for short scenes such as this.

The pair of you had taken your first positions in the doorway, Joe having already lost his shirt and your hands resting against his bare chest.

“Sorry if they’re cold.” You had joked, looking up at him. His skin was soft and warm beneath your palms and he’d chuckled lightly.

“I can manage. You’ll soon warm up.” His voice was low as you waited on ‘action’, and once it was called, it was like there was never tension to begin with. His lips crashed into your own and you moved together in synchronicity. His legs hit the edge of the bed frame as the camera moved around you, and his hands danced across your chest, moving around your body until he grabbed a fistful of the back of your shirt. You pulled back, breathing heavily and eyes full of lust, some of which wasn’t even acting at this point. You gazed down at him, a silent conversation passing between you both before he pulled your shirt over your head. Your bare chest was on display before him and his gaze darkened, eyes roaming across your body.

“You’re fucking stunning.” He murmured, and though it was unscripted, it fit the moment beautifully. Oh how you had wished it was just the two of you alone with the emotions genuine. His hands dragged across your bare skin, and he looked up at you as you sat straddling him on the bed.

“Touch me.” You’d whispered down to him, and his hands were on your breasts as your lips met again. His fingertips left trails of fire across your skin and you ground your hips against his, eliciting a moan from him. You felt the rumble of the noise with your hand resting against the side of his neck, thumb on his cheek. He had a few days of stubble and it prickled against the pad of your thumb.

“Cut there!” Came the call, and someone swooped in with a jacket for you. The mood changed instantly and his hands had lifted from where he’d been pulling you close to him. It left you feeling empty and almost vaguely disappointed at the time, but thinking back on it, you were glad it had been stopped where it had. You weren’t convinced it could've gone any further without becoming some kind of pornography.

“Fantastic you guys,” The director had spoken, watching the scene back on the small screen in her hands. “I think we got it in one!” You smiled, breathing steadying and you shoved your hands into the pockets of the jacket you'd been given. With a quick glance toward Joe, you saw he’d put his shirt back on and was speaking quietly to one of the ADs. You opened your mouth to speak, but after sharing a small laugh with the man, he’d left the room by the time you’d taken a breath.

“Dude relax, it was just a job!” You’d laughed at Gaten. “Please do change the subject, I think he’s getting flustered.”

The interviewer let out a laugh and nodded.

“So Joe, what was the weirdest thing for you with playing Eddie this season?”

He blew out a breath, considering his answer. “Probably trying to get the balance right between this kind of cocky, goofy, metal guy and this almost smitten sort of teenager. He’s still in school and hasn’t held any kind of relationship outside of that, it’s difficult for him to act his age when he’s surrounded by these kids.” He nudged Gaten’s chair with his foot and stretched out a little, his shirt lifting. You found yourself hoping for a peek of skin between the hem of his shirt and his jeans, but you were disappointed to find it wasn’t there. You moved your eyes away quickly.

“And Maya, how do you think Robin feels about having new female friends this time around? Y/N’s character Sophia seems pretty into her!” Maya shared a laugh with you and cleared her throat a little before speaking.

“Yeah I bet she’s pretty stoked at having Sophia around now. They have this kind of flirty thing going on, but of course, Vicky is still the main attraction for her. I think she just likes to have support in that respect.”

The interview continued on and you found your tired mind wandering. Luckily the rest of the questions were directed more towards Maya and Gaten, taking pressure off you. You commented here and there, shared a laugh every now and then, and before you knew it, you were all saying goodbye. The group of you reconvened in the corridor and you sighed at the relief of being out from under the lights.

“I think I’m gonna go back to my room,” You began, catching the attention of the others. “I fancy a nice long bath, and a nice long drink. Gaten, you obviously cannot partake, sorry bud-” He shrugged. “-But if you guys fancy a drink or whatever let me know? The bath can wait if it’s for alcohol.”

Joe’s arm brushed against your own as you walked down the corridor to the lifts. With the both of you in short sleeves, the sensation felt borderline electric to you and you shoved your hands into your jean pockets, pulling your arm away.

“I could go for a drink.” He replied. You turned to look at him, a small smile on your lips.

“My room or yours then? Maya? You in?” She mumbled something about a headache, eyeing you both ahead of her and waiting for the lift. She nudged Gaten with her elbow as they joined you and muttered something in his direction, they laughed and you blushed again.

“You’re on the fifth floor, yeah?” Joe’s voice pulled your attention and you realised the lift had arrived. You nodded, following him into the small space and he hit the button with his thumb. The doors began to slide shut, leaving Gaten and Maya behind in the corridor and you called out to them before they closed.

“See you guys in the morning then?”

“You will,” Maya called back. “Enjoy your ‘intimacy’!” She added, and you heard Gaten bark out a laugh as the doors bumped shut.

There was a beat of silence before Joe cleared his throat to speak.

“Are we being bullied? Is that bullying?” He joked lightly, but there was a tension in his words that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“At this point, I’m not sure with those two.” You joked back, and you saw him smile in the mirrored doors. It made you feel warm inside and you savoured the feeling as the lift pinged through the levels. It came to a stop on five, and you waited for the doors to open.

“Come on then, Joseph, I have vodka!” You chirped, breezing out of the doors and over to your door. He waited patiently for you to retrieve your key card, and you could feel that tense energy returning. “Sorry, I know it’s here-” You said, a little flustered and rooting through your purse. “I threw it in on my way down this morning- Ha!” You pulled it out victoriously and swiped it across the pad, door clicking as it unlocked.

Joe reached out and took the handle, pushing the door open and holding it for you to enter before him.

“Coke or lemonade?” You had asked after thanking him gently and stepping through the door.

“Uh-”

“It's vodka, so you want lemonade.”

“Lemonade then, please?”

“It was a trick question.”

“You’re just as sneaky as you used to be, you know?”

“Damn, I thought I’d gotten sneakier.”

The energy between you eased slightly and you pulled off your jacket, dropping it over the back of a chair as you entered the kitchenette. You poured two drinks, definitely too strong for the time of day, added ice and turned to hand him one. He was stood closer than you thought and you jumped back a little in surprise, accidentally sloshing your own glass and the liquid seeped down across your top.

“Christ, Joe!” You cried, the liquid making you shiver involuntarily as it made its way down your chest. His eyes widened a little as your black bra came into view through your thin, and now wet, shirt.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you I-”

You put your drink down on the side and squeezed past him as he stuttered his apology.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry!” He laughed, though it turned into a cough as you peeled your shirt off in front of him. Balling it up, you used the dryer side to wipe the spilt drink from your chest. Noticing his silence, you looked up to see him eyeing you from where he stood, transfixed.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You pointed out, throwing your shirt in the direction of the bathroom. Grabbing a plain tee from your suitcase, you made your way back to the kitchen side and swiped your drink, taking a gulp and wincing slightly as it burned on the way down. Definitely too strong. You held it out to him.

“Hold this for me?” He nodded, grabbing the drink. There was a mixture of emotions on his face. Surprise, embarrassment, and something you couldn’t quite place. You pulled your shirt over your head and took your drink back gently, your fingers brushing his.

“Are you ok?” You asked, and he nodded. It was like he’d broken a trance, and he shrugged a little, scooping his own glass from the counter and brushing past you to flop onto the couch.

You took a seat on your bed and took another sip, the alcohol warming your chest.

“I was kind of a dick that day.” Joe blurted, and you blinked.

“What?”

“The day we made out, I was a dick.”

“Were you?” You frowned, trying to play it off like nothing, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“Yeah, I panicked a bit actually. It was a good take, a really good take. You were fantastic, I just panicked because it felt like a lot.” He spoke slowly, considering his words. There was a faint blush on his cheeks again and you sat up a little, turning your body to face him. His arm rested across the back of the cushions, the other casually across his knee. Your eyes fixed on his hand, holding his glass. His hands were so soft that day, and you found yourself wondering if they still were.

“I’m sorry if it was bad,” You began, but he quickly cut you off.

“It wasn’t bad, Y/N. That was kind of the issue, I think.”

“Issue?” Confusion was evident in your tone and he looked over at you, dragging his eyes from the carpet to fix on your own.

He laughed a little, though it wasn’t totally genuine. The noise that escaped his lips had been for another reason. To cover his embarrassment.

“I had to leave, that day, and I know I seemed like a total bastard for just walking out… It was just that it- You had-” He sighed, frustrated, and took a drink. “I wasn’t decent.” He finished, laughing again. The chuckle fell from his lips, and he ran his free hand over his face. “You got to me and I didn’t know how else to deal with the uh, situation.”

You remembered back to his low conversation with the AD, their shared laughter before he'd walked out. Oh. OH.

The laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, and before you knew it, the pair of you were laughing together, properly laughing, the emotion welling up and spilling over.

“I’m- I’m so sorry!” You laughed, and he had to put his drink down to stop it from sloshing over the edge of the glass.

“I never knew that, oh my god.” You’d managed, and he gestured dramatically.

“I couldn’t control it! You just got to me, it was some magical bullshit you pulled.” He sighed, the giggles fading. The tone in the room was lighter now, a slight buzz between the both of you as you continued sipping your drinks. A small wave of courage overtook you and you blurted the words before you thought about how they’d sound.

“I was a bit sad we only got one take of it.” The words came out lightly, the implications going over your head. “I would've happily gone for round two, you know.”

There was a pause before he responded.

“I think I would’ve liked that.”

Another pause.

“I wish Sophia and Eddie could’ve made out.” You said, and the words suddenly felt heavy once they were out. You held your breath, and it felt like hours before his reply came. You flopped back onto the bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart beating hard in your chest.

“They still could.”

“The script isn’t even finished. It’ll be ages before we film again. What if I lose my ‘magic bullshit’?”

You heard him chuckle a little.

“I’m pretty sure it’s still there, Y/N.”

“I could still get you?”

“Y/N, you already have me.”

His voice was quiet now, and you frowned. What? Sitting up, you looked over to the couch, seeing him sitting forward, elbows resting on his knees and head dropped down. His eyes were fixed on the carpet again. There was a very faint smile on his lips.

“I do?” You asked quietly, and he nodded slowly. He still wouldn't look at you.

“I used to think about it a lot, how your lips felt against mine… I couldn’t figure out afterwards whether it had just been acting or if you’d felt it too. Drove me crazy. Then after, we’d had scenes apart from each other, wrapped a week later and then didn’t see you for ages. I just pushed it out of my mind. Auditioned for this, got cast, came over for filming and then there you were again. It was like being hit by a car.” He blew out a breath.

“Like, a Smart car? Or like a taxi?” You tried to joke.

“It was like being hit by a fucking bus.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

A few minutes passed by quietly as Joe’s confession stayed in the air. You breathed in deeply, holding it for a second before releasing, and pushed yourself up off the bed. Your feet were quiet against the carpeted floor as you made your way over to the sofa, stopping to stand in front of him.

“We could always just… pick up where we left off..?” The proposal hung between you. He looked up at you and you just about melted. A small curl had come loose and hung down over his forehead and his eyes met yours.

“Where we left off?”

You nodded, reaching a hand out towards him. He hesitated for a second before his skin met yours. The tips of his fingers brushed against your own before he took your hand and stood. He swallowed thickly, now looking down a little from his height to keep his eyes on yours.

“I think I’d need a refresher of the scene…” He smiled as though he was joking, but his eyes had darkened and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You looked up at him, pulling his hand round and placing it against your lower back.

“Well, I’m fairly sure you didn’t have this on.” Your voice was quiet but strong as you pulled at his shirt. He smiled down at you before removing his hand and pulling his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor. His hands, both this time, went back to pull you closer by your waist and he chuckled.

“You next?”

“That was your job.”

A single heartbeat passed before his lips met yours, hungry and searching. You moaned in surprise and want, your hands wrapping around his back and pressing against his skin, just as soft and beautiful as you had remembered. He pulled back a little, but stayed close enough that his nose was brushing yours as he spoke against your lips.

“Tell me if this stops being ok, ok?” He asked, eyes searching yours for even a hint of concern.

“Joe, this is more than ok.” You said, before crashing your lips against his again. His hands roamed your body and he backed up a little.

His legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto his back. You moved to straddle him as his hands searched for the hem of your shirt, and he found it. He broke the kiss to pull it up and over your head…

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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40 with Joe quinn for hoe-vember?

Obsessed with this man and blowjobs and I won't apologise

40. Good girl. Good fucking girl.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), oral (m receiving), deep throating, swallowing, praise kink idk

Hoe-vember masterlist

Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn had a big dick.

Like, a big dick.

Well, you thought so anyway. You'd only been dating for a month or so now, and while you hadn't slept together yet, you'd had a couple of pretty heated make out sessions on yours or his couch, and hands had wandered and crotches had been rubbed together. From what you'd felt, he had a big fucking dick.

And honestly you were desperate to get your hands, or mouth, on it.

Which brings you to now. Another amazing date, another "do you wanna come in for a bit?" and another make out session at your place.

Joe was on top of you, giving you the deepest most delicious kisses that made your head spin and your core clench. He grinds his hips against yours and you raise your butt a little bit to meet him, the contact making you both moan softly.

You reach inbetween your grinding bodies and squeeze his cock through his baggy jeans.

"Can I...I want to suck you off," you gasp out as Joe nips at your neck. He pulls away from you, concern etched on his pretty face.

"You don't have to. You dont have to do anything you dont want to." He says quickly. Oh, this sweet, sexy man. You smile, rubbing your nose against his.

"I want to, I really, really want to." You assure him. His face relaxes once he sees that, yes, you do really want to suck him off, and why the hell is he hesitant about getting a blowjob?! Maybe the wine at dinner went to his head.

"Okay, yes, shit, okay, I'd really fucking like that."

You stand up and lead him into your bedroom. Joe hasn't been here before, so when he's in the room he looks around studying every little part of it. "I like your room, it's very...you."

"Thanks," you smile, turning him round and walking him backwards until his knees meet the edge of your bed. He pulls you into another breathtaking kiss, hands wandering down to squeeze your ass. You giggle against his lips, hands trailing down his black shirt until you find his belt buckle. "Can I?"

"Babe, you can do anything you want to me right now," he chuckles, and you grin, pecking his lips once more before settling on your knees in front of him. "God, okay, if I cum really quick, don't laugh at me okay? I've literally been thinking about this since our first date which I know is fucking creepy of me but...have you seen you?!"

"I won't laugh, and don't worry. I've been thinking about this too." You admit as you undo his belt and jeans, pulling them down to reveal his tented black boxer briefs. You lightly touch him over his boxers, before leaning in and mouthing at his cock through the thin material. His legs shake.

"Shit." He hisses through his teeth. His hand hovers by your head, like he's hesitating. You take his hand and rest it on your head. His fingers curl gently into your hair. "That okay?"

You hum approval and flick your eyes up to him, lightly tugging on his boxers.

"Can I take these off?"

"God, yes," he breathes, his eyes watching you with such intensity it makes your pussy ache. You pull them down slowly, heart hammering in your chest. His cock bobs out, almost hitting you in the face.

Fuck. You were right. It's fucking big. Uncut, nice and thick and curving upwards slightly.

"Shit, Joe, you're fucking massive." You sit back and admire him for a second, and he breathlessly laughs.

"Yeah? Happy? Does my 'massive' cock seal deal, then?" He teases you, a smirk on his face. He tugs himself slowly with the hand that isn't in your hair, pulling back the foreskin and exposing the head of his cock. You can't help but lick your lips a little as a small drop of precum blurts out of the tip. "I'll take that as a yes then."

"Shut up, I like you for more than your impressive dick." You smile up at him, before darting your tongue out to taste him. He grunts and his grip tightens in your hair, making you whimper in pleasure. You don't hesitate before swallowing him down, taking him completely into your mouth.

"Fuck! Shit, yes, just like that," Joe groans, as you bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks. "Oh my god."

You smirk to yourself, feeling his legs trembling under your hands that were on his thighs. You move your mouth further and further down his cock, taking as much of him as you could into your throat. Joe's grip on your hair turns almost to the point of painful.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl." He growls out and you whine around his thick cock, his praise going straight to your pussy, which was definitely soaking your underwear right now. "Shit, you like that, like being a good girl for me?"

You moan out in agreement, nodding your head as best you could, before coming up off his cock for air. A string of saliva connected your lips to his dick as your jerked him off, and the sight of it makes his balls draw up; he was embarrassingly close

"Fuck, love, I'm gonna cum already, want me to go in the bathroom...?"

"Why would I want that? I'm a good girl, right? Good girls deserve a reward, and I want mine." You wink up at him before swallowing him down once more. He comes with a grunt, suddenly and hard, shooting his load down your throat, his hand holding you in place (as if you were going anywhere). You swallow everything he gives you before pulling off his cock, which, surprisingly was still hard. You look up at him and raise an eyebrow. Joe's chest was heaving and he has the sexiest smile on his face as he strips off his shirt.

"That's not the only reward you're gonna get tonight."

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #kats hoevember event #joseph quinn x y/n

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babybluebex · 11 months

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long lost love: after | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: part two of two! eight years after you break up with joseph, you reunite with him, and you grapple with the decision of if you want to get back with him and become a household name like him, or if you want to lose him again. pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf - don't like, don't read) tags: accusations of infidelity, lovesick joey, wes makes several appearances AGAIN, mentions of smut (but no actual smut lol sorry), brief mention of vomit author's note: thank you for your patience with this fic! i don't deserve y'all, and i love y'all so much!! thanks for reading this fic, and i hope you enjoy the end!

“Oh my god, babe,” your coworker started, leaning over to wipe down a table. She was young, a girl named Anna that was still in uni, and you liked her a lot, enough that you called her your work-sister. Yes, you were doing what you had to do; roles had washed up, and you needed to pay the bills somehow, so you were waiting tables at a little restaurant in the heart of London. It was a hellish job and you hated it, but you had no other choice.

After your short stint on the sitcom right out of LAMDA, you had auditioned and sent in tape after tape, but nothing really came to fruition. You weren’t as lucky as other people were, and you sometimes thought about going to uni proper so that you could get a meaningful degree and get a real job and give up on the whole acting thing, but you couldn’t possibly do that to yourself. Your pride was too strong and, after Joe, you were determined not to sabotage your own life again. You didn’t date, and you continued to send in tapes. “You’ll never guess who just walked in.”

“Is it Kate and William?” you chuckled, wiping the bread crumbs from your own table. “No, wait— It’s Meg and Harry.”

“No,” Anna laughed. “Do you watch Stranger Things?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I watched the first season,” you said. “I know the fourth one just came out.”

“Yeah, well, Steve and Eddie from Stranger Things just walked in,” Anna said. She could barely contain her excitement, and you rolled your eyes as you laughed. “Will you take that table from me? I can’t serve them, I’m too nervous.”

“Sure,” you said; it was a slow lunch hour, and a table meant money. Especially if these guys were on a Netflix show. “But you’re taking my next table that comes in.”

“Deal,” Anna said.

You smiled at her as you tightened your apron around your middle, and you approached the only filled table in the whole place. Two men occupied it, one facing you and the other facing away. The one facing you, you recognized— He was Steve, you remembered from when you watched the first season. With his head of good hair, it was impossible to mistake him, but you had no idea what his name was. The other guy— well, you couldn’t make him out too well, not from the back of his head. “Hi there, gents,” you welcomed them, smiling first at “Steve” and then turning your attention to the other man. “Welcome to—“

You dropped your pen, your breath sticking in your chest. Joseph. It was Joseph. He looked equally as shocked to see you, dark eyes big and wide, his cheeks pale, and tears started to well in your eyes. “Oh my God,” you whispered. You couldn’t breathe, your heart ramming inside your chest. It was actually him. He was here.

“I actually get that a lot,” “Steve” laughed.

“Oh my… Wow,” Joseph said, a grin crossing his face. “H-How are you, how have you been?”

“I’m fine,” you told Joseph, and he stood up to envelop you in a hug. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him back, hand on the nape of his neck, appreciating how eight years could change a person. He smelled different, felt different against your body, he even seemed to carry himself differently. His hair looked darker, he had a bit of stubble on his chin, he had small wrinkles next to his eyes— but he still had his beautiful brown eyes, the same ones that had drawn you in, back all those years ago. “I’ve been fine, how are you?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Joseph said with a breathy chuckle. “It’s been— What? Eight years? Time flies, huh?”

“Definitely,” you agreed. You couldn’t believe it. Right in front of you was your biggest regret, smiling at you and staring you in the face, and you could only manage to be cordial. You wanted to be childish, to break down at his feet and beg for him to take you back, but all you managed to say was, “Sorry for not keeping in touch.”

“Oh, it’s—” Joseph said, and he dismissively waved his hand around.”Right after Dickensian happened, I had to change my phone number, so it’s probably my fault.”

“Crazed fan?” you asked and laughed, and Joseph pulled a face, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he gnawed on his lip.

“You’d be surprised,” he said. “Here, actually, I’ve had to change my number again since Stranger Things aired, let me give you my new number.”

“You’re blowing through phone numbers,” you chuckled. “That many crazed fans?”

“Well, this time I changed it because my old number was linked to my Hinge account,” Joseph said with an embarrassed flush in his cheeks, and your heart skipped. Had he been using dating apps? Jesus, even the thought made you ill. You hadn’t dated anybody since him, and you wondered how prolific he had been in the wake of his success, but then you stopped that line of thought. It was your fault he was single in the first place. “And I didn’t want people to find that account so… I changed it.”

“Smart,” you nodded. “Yeah, I don’t have my phone on me right now— against the rules— so just, umm—”

“Give me your number,” Joseph said quickly. “I’ll text you instead.” He gave you a crooked smile, the same crooked smile that he had given you that first day, when he still had his braces on, and it made your heart melt. You were a little glad that the onus was on Joseph to contact you instead of the other way around; you never would have texted him, too afraid of messing everything up again. “I’m not in London for very much longer, but maybe we could grab a drink before I head to Santa Monica.”

“Yeah, for sure,” you said. Joseph handed you his phone, open to a new contact card, and you quickly typed in your name and number, then hesitated before adding a small heart after your name. That would tell him what he needed to know without actually saying it, you hoped. “I’d like that a lot. Oh, how’s Wes?”

“Wes is doing good,” Joseph told you, pocketing his phone swiftly. “He and Liam got married a few years ago, in 2018.”

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed. “Oh, good for them! I remember Wes telling me all about how he thought Liam was ‘the one’ when they first started dating.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joseph laughed. “They’re still obsessed with each other, it makes me sick.”

“They always were a little into PDA,” you smiled, reminiscing on movie nights with the pair. “But they were cute.”

“You know…” Joseph started. “I was going to grab drinks with Wes tonight, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you joined. He was just talking about you the other day, wondering what was going on and everything.”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “I’d actually love that, I’ve been wondering how he is too. I haven’t been able to find him on social media. Or you either, for that matter.”

“Yeah, I had Twitter for a bit, but I gave up on it,” Joseph admitted. “I just… I don’t know, I think I’m too old for that sorta stuff. I don’t know how it works or anything; I have an Instagram but my mate runs it for me, and only because Netflix basically forced me to get it. I don’t even know the password to it.” He laughed, and so did you, and you caught “Steve” out of the corner of your eye, suddenly remembering that he was there too. “Oh, fuck, sorry, where are my manners? Y/N, this is Joe Keery, he plays Steve. Joe, this is Y/N, she’s my… Well, it’s a long story, but we went to LAMDA together.”

Wow. What a way to simplify your relationship. Although, you suppose it was easier than explaining “We used to date and then she broke up with me because she thought I cheated, which I didn’t, but she knows that now”. Long story, indeed. “We were pretty much best mates,” you added. “But after we graduated, we just… Drifted apart.”

“What a shame too,” Joseph mumbled, then, before you could react, added, “I’ll text you about tonight, yeah? Time and place and all.”

“Alright,” you said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

You ended up introducing Anna to Joe and Joseph, telling her that they were good people and would tip her well, and you excused yourself to the server alley. Your hands were shaking as you sat down on a cardboard box and buried your head in your hands, and you tried to control your breathing. Joseph. No longer was he the awkward, blond, braces-and-glasses thing that he had been— he had matured nicely, luckily seemingly keeping his sense of humor that you adored, and you sniffled as you extracted your phone. You saw a text from an unknown number that just said “Joey” with a heart, and you frowned it away as you went to Instagram and typed in his name. Sure enough, his account was the first one to pop up, only one post so far, of a heavily made-up Joseph. He wore a long wig, giving the camera his best Blue Steel look, looking more serious and deadly than you had ever seen him before. Apparently, according to Anna, this was Eddie.

Before you could do any more research into Eddie or Joseph, a new text came through from the same unknown number, Joey’s number. Wes and I are meeting at Soho House at 8 o’clock, he texted. I’ll be there a few minutes early, to make sure that you can get in.

You had heard of the exclusive Soho House before, although you had never been in it, and your heart skipped. Joseph had definitely moved up in the world. Cool, you answered back. I can’t wait.

Wes says he’s excited to see you, Joseph told you. It’s been a while, huh?

Yeah, for sure, you answered. And you stopped, debating what to say next. Should you apologize? Would he even know what you were apologizing for? Maybe you should wait to apologize and explain yourself in person. But Wes would be there, you wouldn’t be able to say exactly what you wanted. You wished that you could be alone with Joseph and talk, but you would take drinks. You would take anything that he decided to give you.

You went home after your shift and instantly started to fret as you got dressed. Would it be awkward? Would you even enjoy the drinks with your old lover and friend? Or was tonight bound to be a disaster? You decided to try to look at it with as much positivity as you could— if he was inviting you out for drinks, he couldn’t hate you that much, right? Maybe he had forgiven you. Maybe he was still in love with you.

No. Put that thought away. He was not in love with you. He had been dating since you, and probably had had girlfriends since you. He probably had a girlfriend now. He was the ultimate full package, kind and thoughtful and smart and funny and handsome and interesting, he was everything, girls should swoon over him. He should be absolutely rolling in women; there was no way that he still had feelings for you.

When you arrived at Soho House, you saw him sitting outside instantly. He was looking as handsome as ever, smoking a cigarette and sipping on a drink in a short tumbler, and he took your breath away in a brown suit. God, had he grown even more handsome in your years apart? It didn’t feel real. “Joe!” you grinned as you approached him, and he smiled back at you, putting his cigarette out in an ashtray.

“Hello!” he crooned, opening his arms for you. In an instant, almost as if you were drawn magnetically, you fell into his arms, hugging him tightly and pressing your head into his neck to smell his warm and earthy cologne. Joseph rubbed your back as he hugged you, just the same way he always used to, and, when you pulled away from the hug, Joseph gave you a warm, blushed smile. “Well, darling, you look stunning.”

“Thank you,” you laughed breathlessly. “Says you! You— Fuck, you grew up! You look so good!”

“Aw, well,” Joseph shrugged bashfully, tugging at the thin silver chain around his neck. “I mean, a lot can change in eight years.”

“True,” you said. “But… A lot can stay the same… I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Joseph asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I…” you started. “For… You know what for. Don’t make me say it. It was humiliating enough the first time around.”

“Let’s not have this talk here,” Joseph said softly. “Just come home with me later, we can talk there.”

“Okay,” you agreed softly. “Can I just ask one thing?” Joseph nodded, and you carefully took his hands in yours, pressing your palms against his. You were scared to even ask, knowing that he would reject you, but you kept your resolve. “I know I hurt you. I know you probably want nothing to do with me, but… Please, if there’s any part of you that doesn’t hate me, just tell me. You are the best thing I’ve ever had in my life and I ruined it, and—”

Before you could say more, Joseph leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was quick, you could hardly call it a kiss, but your heart pounded in your chest like it did with your first kiss with Joe, all those years ago. You sighed and laced your fingers with Joe’s as he broke the kiss, and you started, “Does that mean—”

“Yes,” Joe whispered. “I never stopped loving you, sweetheart. You hurt me, but I never let you go.”

“Okay,” you said softly. “Good. Umm… Let’s go. Is Wes inside?”

“Yeah,” Joe said. “He won’t stop talking about you.” With a hand on your back, he led you inside the exclusive club. You felt lightheaded even walking beside him again, and you couldn’t help the grin that covered your face when you saw Wes. He looked exactly the same, and you hugged him tightly. Wes’s arms were just as tight around you as he laughed, and he said, “Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Y/N. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “Sorry.”

Joe helped you sit down on one of the tall stools, his hand still on your back, and he kissed your hair as he mumbled something about going to the restroom, and he slipped away as Wes showed you his hand and the gleaming silver band. “Liam and I got hitched,” Wes smiled as you squealed in excitement.

“Oh, Wes, I’m so happy for you!” you told him.

Wes hesitated for a second, looking over his shoulder at Joe retreating as he showed restraint that you didn’t remember him having, and he finally said, “Joe will never tell you, but you really did a number on him.”

“I know I did,” you cringed.

“No, like,” Wes started. “He was going to ask you to marry him. He had the ring in his sock drawer and everything. When you broke up with him, I came home to find him on the floor, sobbing. He cried so hard he threw up. He was inconsolable for weeks. Didn’t do anything other than go to work and lay in bed. He was depressed, love. I thought he’d be like that forever.”

A ring. Marriage. The thought that you had ruined that made you sick. You rubbed the hem of your shirt between your fingers as you nodded at your lap, and you mumbled, “What got him out of that?”

“Honestly?” Wes asked. “I don’t think he ever got out of it. I think working helps him, but he didn’t figure that out for a while. He did Dickensian, then didn’t work again for, like, a year, and he got really bad. He still really only works and goes home. I had to twist his arm to even get him to agree to this. ”

“Is it really your place to be telling me this?” you asked, halfway-jokingly, and Wes smiled.

“It’s definitely not,” Wes said humorlessly. “But you deserve to know how he reacted when you broke up with him. It ruined him. He deserves better than that, and if you’re going to hurt him again, then don’t even bother.”

“What makes you think that we’re gonna get back together?” you asked. “He wants nothing to do with me.”

“That’s not what that kiss outside said,” Wes shrugged. “Just… Don’t let him down. Like I said, he’s been hurt enough by you.”

You felt thoroughly shaken by that, but you nodded and righted yourself as Joe came back to the table, resting his hand on your shoulder. “What do you want to drink?” he asked. “I’ll get it for you.”

“Oh, umm,” you started. “I can get it. Sit down, visit with Wes, I’ll be right back…” Quickly, before he could ask questions, you stood up and made your way to the bar. You needed a second alone to absorb everything Wes had just told you, but Joe had his own idea, taking the back of your shirt in a gentle grip and following you to the bar.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” Joe said firmly.

“Nothing,” you told him. “Everything’s fine.”

“Did Wes say something?” Joe asked.

“No,” you insisted. “I just… This was a bad idea, all of this was a terrible… I’m going home.”

“No, wait,” Joe said quickly. “Talk to me, darling, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m not your darling,” you said quickly, edging past him towards the door. “Not anymore, I fucked that up so long ago—”

“You didn’t fuck anything up,” Joe told you, following you once again, out onto the street.

“We could have been married by now, Joe!” you exclaimed. “We could’ve had kids by now! We could have had entirely different lives, the lives we always wanted, if it weren’t for me and-and my— I was an idiot, I was stupid and I thought I saw the signs and—”

“Hey, easy,” Joe said softly, shushing you as he pulled you into his arms. “You’re right, our lives could be completely different, but you weren’t the only one in the breakup. I could have tried to explain myself, I could have done a million things to keep you, but I didn’t, and I’ve fucking regretted it every day since then. You were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and, if I could, I’d snap my fingers and have everything change, but I can’t do that. All I can do is beg you, please, come back to me.”

“But I did so wrong by you,” you whimpered. “Why do you still want me?”

“Because I love you,” Joe told you. “I’ve loved you since I met you, and every morning, I wake up without you next to me and it fucking hurts. I want this to stop hurting. Please.” His eyes were big and wet, pleading and begging with every inch of himself, and you sniffled as you pressed your hand to his cheek.

“Joey,” you said on shaky breaths. “I want you back too, but I can’t… I’ll just hurt you again.”

“How are you sure?” Joe asked. “You don’t know that. Maybe we needed the few years apart to find ourselves, so when we came back together, we’d be more mature and… Darling, please. What do you need me to do? Get on my knees? I’ll do whatever you need me to. I just need you back in my life, please.”

“Baby, please,” you sighed. “Stop begging. I’m… It’s such a terrible idea. How the actual fuck are we supposed to go back to being together like nothing happened? I’ll always feel guilty about the things I did to you.”

“But you don’t need to be,” Joe said. “You made the best decision you could have with the information you had. If I had the same evidence, I would have done the same. My girl, please.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as your tears fell, and you mumbled, “Everything in me is telling me not to do this, but… I’ll do it. Maybe we can do a trial run, a few weeks together casually, and if that works, we can… We can be together fully.”

“I’ll take it,” Joe said quickly. He nodded quickly, putting his hands on your waist, and he said, “I leave London the day after tomorrow for the MTV Awards, but-but, yes, a trial run would be amazing.”

“MTV?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “Were you nominated for something?”

“Well, no,” Joe started. “But me and a few other guys from Stranger Things are presenting an award.”

“My famous actor,” you chuckled lightly, knocking his chin playfully with your knuckle, and Joe flushed. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, darling,” Joe said softly. “I’ve always dreamed of hearing you say that.”

The rest of the night went by better than you expected. Joe convinced you to go back inside Soho House with Wes, and the three of you threw back drinks and laughed like old times. It felt like no time had passed, all of the same old jokes coming back to you and making you laugh as hard as the first time, all of the “Remember when Joe…” or “Do you still…”, and Joe’s hand rested on your thigh all night, inching further and further up as the night went on. Eventually, as his thumb rubbed your inner thigh about half past eleven, you sighed and put down your glass. “Well, gents,” you said. “This has been just lovely, but I need to get going. I open at work tomorrow, which means I’ve gotta wake up early.”

“No!” Wes sighed. “Don’t leave!”

“I have to!” you giggled, pulling your purse around your body. “Bye, Wessy, it was so nice to see you!”

“Wait,” Wes said, standing up and drawing you into a tight hug. You smiled into his shoulder as he embraced you, and, when he pulled away, he said, “Okay, now you can go.”

“Alright,” you chuckled. Then, you turned to Joe, unsure of how to depart, and he stood up too.

“I’ll walk you outside,” Joe said. “Have to make sure my woman gets home safe.”

“Your woman?” you scoffed.

“Won’t have anyone touch my woman,” Joe mumbled, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the seat and tossing it over his shoulders. You smiled as he put a hand on your back and led you outside, the city bustling now, and, once you were outside, you hugged Joe tightly, hand on the nape of his neck.

“Thank you, Joey,” you said. “Maybe we can see each other again before you leave for Santa Monica.”

“Come home with me,” Joe said quickly. “Please?”

“Cheeky bloke,” you grinned. “S’that all you want from me? Just a little fuck?”

“No!” Joe huffed. “I mean, yes. I mean…” He laughed a little, and he said, “Are you drunk?”

“A little,” you admitted.

“Me too,” Joe cringed. “This is a terrible idea, isn’t it? I should let you go home and go to work tomorrow, and we can save this for when I come back.”

“Or,” you started, then lowered your voice, tangling your finger in the silver chain around his neck. “You can take me home, we don’t fuck, but we can do all of that other stuff anyway.”

“I could do with a cuddle or two,” Joe mumbled, rubbing his jaw with his hand, jokingly thoughtful. “But you have work tomorrow.”

“So I’ll call in sick,” you said. “We can spend all day together tomorrow, catching up and everything.”

“That sounds tempting,” Joe said. “Can we fuck tomorrow, when we’re both sober?”

“Yes,” you told him. “Now, call a cab, and take me home.”

It was the same flat that Joe and Wes used to live in. You still remembered your way around and all of the motions you used to go through, setting your purse on the dining table and toeing off your shoes at the door— it even smelled the same as it used to, laundry soap and cigarettes, and you giggled as Joe led you into his bedroom. The things in it had changed, a different bed frame and different photographs and different curtains, but the bed felt the same as you laid on your back, looking up at the same ceiling that you used to. Everything was so different, but so similar, and you watched as Joe shrugged out of his suit jacket and let it crumple to the floor as he went for his belt. At least that hadn’t changed. Your messy little Joey.

“Joey?” you whispered, and Joe looked at you with big eyes, waiting for you to say more. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, that you had never stopped loving him, that you would always love him, but all that came out was, “You said something about cuddles?”

“I did,” Joe said softly. “Let me get undressed, love.”

You sat up and moved over to meet him by the closet door, and you nudged his hands away in favor of your own hands undoing his belt. “Let me…” you mumbled, feeling the buckle loosen, and it fell away in an instant. Joe sighed, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, and he pressed his lips to your forehead as you tugged his belt out of the loops.

“I missed you,” Joe whispered, and you frowned.

“I’m so sorry, Joey,” you told him. “I was so stupid, I should have just listened to you.”

“It’s okay,” Joe told you. “At least you came back to me.”

“I love you,” you whispered, and Joe smoothed down your hair gently.

“I love you so much,” Joe mumbled. His hand fell from your hair and went to the bottom of your shirt, and he tugged it up and off. You undressed each other with gentle love, stealing kisses and stepping back towards the bed, and you cuddled close into Joe’s warm chest as he laid down next to you. He was left only in his boxers, you in your panties, and his arm went around you, squeezing you for a moment. “Oh, my girl… I never thought I’d get to hold you again.”

“I’m right here,” you told him, gently kissing his chest. “I’ll never leave again.”

The night passed with comfort, bundled up in Joe’s safe arms. He fell asleep quickly, just like he always used to, and you slept well in his grip. You only woke up at around 7 in the morning, with your phone going off across the room, and you groaned and wiped sleepily at your eyes. Joe was still holding you in a death grip in his sleep, and you pried yourself out of his arms and carefully crossed the room to retrieve your buzzing phone. Your mum was calling. Oh God.

You slipped out of the bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind you, before you answered the phone. “Hey, Mum,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was cold, especially with your level of undress, and you went to the small laundry room to try to find a shirt or something. “Why’re you calling me so early?”

“I was looking at the news as I had my coffee,” your mum began, and you flipped up a t-shirt that was sitting in the dryer. It smelled clean, like Joe, and unwrinkled, and you slipped it up over your head as your mum spoke. “And I saw an interesting article.”

“Oh, yeah?” you asked absently.

“Yes,” your mum said. “It was a series of pictures of you and that Joseph boy on the street, snogging away without a care in the world.”

“What?” you said sharply. “Where did you see this? Send it to me! There’s a news article about us?”

“I thought that you and Joseph broke up years ago,” your mum said. You were fully awake now, setting her on speakerphone as you went to Google and searched up Joseph’s name. Just as your mother said, there was a news article, some ratty gossip mag, your picture splayed across the front of the website: WHO IS STRANGER THINGS’S EDDIE DATING? It was a paparazzi picture from last night, of you and Joseph at nightfall, kissing and smiling, and your heart fell deep into your stomach. “Are you back together?”

“Umm, it’s complicated,” you answered. You could hardly even register the hangover in your skull with the rapid panic of your heartbeat, and you went back into the bedroom to find Joe now awake, squinting as he looked at his phone screen without his contacts in. “Kinda? It-It’s hard to explain.”

“Did you see—” Joe started to ask, and you frowned as you nodded. “Shit, darling, I didn’t think—”

“Well, explain it,” your mum told you. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You sighed. “Joe and I are back together,” you said. “But he’s leaving the country tomorrow and won’t be back for a while, so it’s a lot more… Casual, than I think either of us want it to be.”

“But I thought he cheated on you?” your mum asked.

“I can call my publicist and see what we can do about getting this removed,” Joe started. “Do you want me to do that?”

You felt sick. Everyone talking to you at once, the upset in your chest, an odd feeling of betrayal— it was too much. “Joe, stop, please,” you said quickly. “No, Mum, Joe didn’t cheat on me. I thought he did, but he didn’t. I-I have to go and sort this out, I’m sorry. Bye.” You hung up the phone and sighed, and you sank down onto the bed and covered your face with your hands.

“Darling?” Joe asked. “What can I do?”

“I didn’t even think that there would be paparazzi,” you admitted. “I’m so stupid, of course there were paparazzi around…”

“Stop, love, don’t do that,” Joe said quickly. “I should have warned you that it was a possibility. I didn’t think about how… I’m still getting used to being a celebrity, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, God,” you mumbled. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. This might be more than I’m cut out for.”

“No, what?” Joe asked. “Darling, no, don’t say that. Just because we were outed by a trashy website doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be together. I-I think we were made for each other, don’t let this little thing discourage you.”

“It’s not a little thing, though!” you said, your voice wavering. “It-It’s a big thing! I was okay living in anonymity, but this is— I was fine not being well known, but you— You’re the most talked-about guy on the planet right now! I’m not sure I’m meant to be Joseph Quinn’s girlfriend, maybe it was good that we broke up before you got super famous.”

“What do you mean?” Joe asked. He looked hurt, like a little puppy, and he said, “Do you not want this?”

“I want this more than anything!” you said. “But I’ve only ever had a handful of acting jobs before, I’m a fucking server for God’s sake, I don’t think I’m ready to give that up! Right now, my options are to date you and lose my anonymity, or keep it but lose you!”

Joe sighed, shaking his head. “Well, love, I can’t make that decision for you,” he said. “What do you think is best?”

You sniffled. “I don’t want to lose you again,” you whimpered. “But I… I don’t know.”

Joe was quiet, and he took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb across your palm, and he finally said, “Let me make some calls and see what I can do about getting those pictures taken down.”

“No,” you sniffled. “Leave them up. I want everyone to know that you’re the man I love. I’m not ashamed of that.”

Joe nodded quickly. “Darling,” he started. “I don’t want to leave tomorrow if you’re this upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you told him. “Not anymore. It’s not something that either of us can control, so why bother being upset about it? Or at least I can try to believe that… I don’t want you to leave either.”

“What if I don’t leave?” Joe asked. “What if I cancelled and stayed here with you?”

“No, you can’t cancel the day before,” you said softly. “I wish there was some way I could… I don’t know, go with you. So that we didn’t have to leave each other right now.”

Joe’s eyes lit up, and he said, “Actually… There might be a way. When I was first asked to present the award, they asked if I had a date, and I said no, but I wonder if it’s too late to say yes.”

“The day before?” you cringed. “They’d have to shuffle around so much shit. And so would you. And I don’t have a dress or anything to wear, and I’m awful at doing my makeup—”

“Let me call my team,” Joe asked. “I wonder if Fabio can put something together for you, and my makeup artist might be able to… Don’t count this out, let me call my manager and see what we can do.”

Whether Joe had a silver tongue or what, you had no idea, but, by the time you had called into work to ask for the day (and next few ones) off, you were officially a guest at the MTV Awards. He had managed to secure you a spot— “you may not be sitting next to us, but you’ll be there”— and he was calling his stylist as you slipped out of the flat to go back to yours to pack. You couldn’t remember the last time you had done something spontaneous like this, and your heart thumped when you returned to Joe’s flat, luggage in hand. He was still in his boxers, although now he wore a t-shirt, and he smiled and opened his arms to you. “Tell me I’m the best boyfriend ever,” he said.

“Why?” you asked.

“My stylist, Fabio, said that he got permission from Valentino to loan him a dress for you last minute,” Joe told you, and you gasped. “I’m wearing Valentino, and now, so are you. I still have to call my makeup artist and see if she can do anything for us, but, baby—“

You jumped forward and hugged Joe tightly, laughing and smiling along with him. It felt like a dream, and you could hardly believe your luck as you pressed your lips to Joe’s. You got to kiss him again. You got to hug him again. You were the luckiest girly in the world. He sighed as he kissed you, gentle and loving, and his lips parted from yours all too soon for your liking. “Let me make more calls,” he whispered, his eyes intensely watching you. You didn’t feel small or inferior under his gaze, only loved, and he kissed your forehead before he parted from the hug. “See what I can do for you.”

“I love you,” you told him, and Joe’s ears tinged pink as he blushed. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you too,” Joe said. “I… Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but I was… I was in a bad place when you left me. It was… I didn’t eat. I hardly slept. I could only think about how badly I had fucked up.”

“Stop,” you said, shaking your head. “You did nothing wrong at all. You’re literally the least guilty person in this situation, you did nothing at all, and I was… I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. And I will, for as long as you want me to. I didn’t listen to you or let you speak when it happened, and you were right to, like, cut me off and out and shit, I would have done the same, and you’re remarkable for forgiving me and wanting me back, and then bending over backwards to help me so I can wreck your plans. I don’t deserve you.”

Joe stepped back close to you, and he wrapped his arms around you and touched his nose against yours. “All I’ve ever wanted is you,” he told you. “And now I have you again.”

You thought about what Wes had told you, how Joe was so close to proposing all those years ago, and you whispered, “Did you… Keep it?”

“Keep what?” Joe asked.

“The ring,” you said, and you swallowed thickly. “Do you still have it?”

Joe nodded slowly. “I always thought that, one day, I’d have you back to wear it,” he said. “Do you want to see it?”

“I’d like to wear it this weekend,” you told him, your heart beating up in your throat and nearly choking you. “If that’s okay with you.”

“That’s…” Joe started,, and he scoffed and smiled that movie-star smile. “That’s more than okay. I’d love nothing more. Let me go get it, a-and if you end up hating it, we can find a new one for you.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” you told him, and Joe nearly tripped on himself as he hurried out of the living room and back into his bedroom. You followed him, albeit at a slower pace, and you leaned against the doorframe as you watched him rummage in his closet. He checked the topmost shelf, pushing his hand all the way back to the wall, and he finally closed his fingers around a small box, dragging it out of its hiding spot. The velvet on the outside of the box was a little dusty from eight years in his closet, and he blew on it and gave you a sheepish grin as he handed you the box.

You cracked it open and was met face to face with a silver diamond ring, not gaudy but big enough for it to be obvious that a large chunk of money went into purchasing it. Your mouth fell open, and you gasped softly at the sight of it, and you frowned instantly. “Joe—”

“Oh, you hate it,” he whispered. “It’s too big, isn’t it? I can get you something smaller.”

“No, no, I love it,” you said quickly. “It’s just… You kept it this whole time?”

“I told you,” Joe said. “I always thought that you’d come back and want to wear it.”

“Well, you were right,” you chuckled. “Put it on me, darling?”

Joe stepped forward, and he took the ring box from your hand and carefully lifted the ring from its velvet home. He took your hand in his and carefully slid the ring onto your finger, and you held it out for both of you to admire. “What kinda ring is this?” you asked. “A promise ring, or… More?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” Joe told you.

“Can I be honest?” you asked, and Joe nodded, and you finally let your thick throat win, and you began to cry. “The thought of you being with any other girls makes me sick. I get so jealous a-and I know it’s not healthy, but I need to be your only one.”

“Have you dated since me?” Joe asked, and you shook your head. “I told you that I’ve been on dating apps, but it… I was chasing something like what you gave me, and I could only find your kind of love with you. I don’t want anybody else’s love, just yours. So… This ring?”

“I’d marry you in an instant,” you told him, pressing your hands to his cheeks. “My sweet, amazing Joe.”

You helped Joe finish packing that day as he finished his phone calls, securing a makeup artist for you the next night, and he didn’t answer his publicist’s hounding for a response to the articles. Your flight left early in the morning for Santa Monica, and you spent every second with Joe. It felt nice to be surrounded by him again, and, before you slept that night, you gave him a kiss and bundled up in his arms.

The day felt like a whirlwind. You barely had a second to breathe, and you followed Joe blindly the entire time, holding his hand and letting him take you wherever he needed to. It was good to be able to blindly trust someone again, especially after spending so long apart from each other; the fact that you were able to slip right back into that meant the world to you. Finally, you reached the hotel where preparations were being made for the awards show, and you met Joe’s favorite stylist, Fabio. Fabio was kind and silly, joking all the time and making you feel right at home, and he dressed you in a dark brown dress that complimented Joe’s suit. You smiled, watching your lover get dressed and get confused by the long scarf-like accessory attached to the shirt, and you held him close as his publicist nearly demanded to take pictures by the large window. He buried a kiss in your styled hair, and you grinned as you presented the ring to the camera. It felt special to be able to share your love with everyone now, and, as you held Joe’s hand as you approached the red carpet later that night, you felt like your heart would burst.

You had to run the gauntlet of photographers and interviewers before you could go inside and escape the sunshine, and Joe held you firmly, cringing in the sunlight but smiling at you. You were very aware of the photographers calling your name, only knowing it because of the most last-minute change to the guest list, and you grinned as best as you could with your professionally-done makeup and soft lipstick smile. Your heart was lodged anxiously in your throat for the entire time (which was really only maybe 5 minutes, but felt like hours), and you sighed as Joe approached the first woman with a microphone. You tried to step away from the camera, to give him the limelight and let the focus be on him, but his arm snaked around your middle and kept you close to him.

“Mister Joe Quinn!” The interviewer smiled as he approached. “What a sight you are! How’s your night so far?”

“Oh, God, bless you,” Joe chuckled. “I-It’s alright. Stressful, but good.”

“And who is this?” she asked, and Joe looked at you with his gaze playful, a look you recognized, even years on.

“This is my wife,” Joe said, and you laughed, squeezing your eyes shut.

The interviewer grinned at you. “You’re married to the most desired man in the world right now,” she said. “How’s it feel?”

You stammered over your words as you spoke, acutely aware that whatever you said would be broadcast all over the world. Your few roles had the same effect, but this was something different. “I-I can hardly believe it,” you said. “When I first met Joey, we were kids, and he wasn’t… Watching him grow and mature and become what he’s always dreamt of being, it’s rewarding. I love this cheeky bloke, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.”

“And what do you think of Eddie?” she asked. “Did you like him?”

If you were lying already… “Well, someone didn’t warn me about the ending,” you chuckled. “And that would have been nice.”

“I told you you’d cry,” Joe scoffed.

“Well…” you sighed, and you smiled at the interviewer. “I loved Eddie. He’s my favorite thing Joe’s ever done.”

“So, Joe,” the interviewer said. “What’s next for you?”

Joe shrugged, pouting his lips. “I’m not too worried about what comes next,” he said. “I’m gonna sit in this sun and bask for a while.”

You leaned in and softly whispered, “You deserve it.” Joe looked at you with a small smile, and he kissed your cheek softly.

“Alright, well, you’ve got a long night, so don’t let me keep you too long,” the interviewer said. “It was nice to meet you.”

“You too, love,” Joe said kindly, and you smiled and waved at her as you stepped forward towards the next well-dressed interviewer and camera.

“Wife?” you mumbled through a smile, and Joe nodded.

“I’m off the market,” Joe shrugged. “Is that so bad?”

“Not at all,” you said. “I like you being off the market.”

“Good,” Joe said. “I like you being off the market.”

“My man,” you hummed, and you leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you. For absolutely everything.”

“Thank you for giving me someone to give everything to,” Joe said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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talaok · 2 years

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More jamie x reader x joseph content please. I'm literally drooling and growling at your fic about them. God even these stupid fucking emojis can't describe what I'm going through rn >:|

Pairing: Jamie Campbell bower x Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: This is a sequel to stressed but you can read this without having read that. basically, you are at the fan expo Canada instead of Grace Van Dien, and Jamie and joe want to replicate what happened last time.

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex( female receiving), bit of fingering, and...anal

A/n: This is loooong but trust me it's worth it. Also disclaimer, I wrote the first part half-drunk(dignitosamente brilla) so beware. Yes, this is a 3 months old request and no, I do not care God, I wanna go to sleep.

Having fun

"Hi" you whispered awkwardly as you arrived backstage. You'd had a problem with the car and now you were late. Everyone was waiting for you, ready to announce the beginning of the panel. You were mortified and angry at yourself as you stood there in front of Joe, Jamie, and Finn, expecting them to be mad or at least annoyed for making them wait, but to your surprise, you were met with the complete opposite reaction. "Hi y/n" Finn greeted you with a smile, immediately going in for a hug. You felt relieved, suddenly feeling able to breathe normally again. "Hi darling" Jaime said, placing a hand on your back, taking you by surprise. "Hi sweetheart" Joe's low voice made you turn your attention to him as you were politely smiling at Jamie. Joe was leaning back on the wall, looking at you with a slight smirk. All this worrying about being late and you had forgotten about what you really needed to be stressed about. You could feel the ability to breathe normally disappear again. "We were worried" Jamie said in a low voice. "Yeah y/n, we were really missing you"Joe added We. You knew what the sentence meant grammatically, but you couldn't help but see another sense to it. You knew what we, really meant. It had been a while since you had seen Jamie and Joseph, and well... your last encounter hadn't been exactly the most usual. It wasn't every day you got fucked by both your cast mates. You had no idea how they were gonna handle the situation. Maybe they wanted to pretend that nothing happened, maybe they had forgotten about it, or maybe they didn't even think of it as much. You had no clue, and so you decided to just follow the direction they were going in. "I-I'm sorry I'm late" you cleared your throat" I had a problem with the car" you explained shyly. "Oh it's fine" Finn said reassuringly. "all that matters is that you're here now" Joe said, stepping closer to you. "Yes, that's right" Jaime agreed, stroking your back with his thumb. "Mh-mh" Joe smiled as he brought his hand up to caress your cheek. Oh fuck, you thought just as you heard your names getting called on stage.

For the first time in your life, you were relieved to be interviewed. As much as you hated being the center of attention and having people looking at you expectedly every single time they asked a question, and as much as you hated the weight on your chest when you looked at the audience, as they waited for you to say the most extraordinary thing they ever heard in their life. It was all much better than the alternative. All it took was one second of being in the same room with Jamie and Joe, and you had already forgotten how a normal human being acts. And as if that wasn't enough, your original plan had failed miserably. You wanted to see how they were gonna act so you could have just followed their lead. But, since that stupid car decided to arrive late, you now had no idea how they wanted to handle the situation. The greeting had been very weird, to say the least. But the problem was that you didn't know if they were flirting with you, making fun of you, or if that was just the way they had always acted, and you were just now noticing it. You were feeling nauseous and at the same time, you wanted to cry. You had spent the past week angry at yourself for having made such a stupid decision. At the moment it felt like a good thing they were both so hot and you hadn't really thought about the consequences. For all you knew, that was the last time you were gonna see each other. But as it turns out, your plan wasn't so foolproof since you were part of the same TV show, that was still on air. You wished you could be chill about this, and not be bothered by it, you really really wished you could just chuckle thinking about what had happened, but that wasn't you. What was you, was panicking just at the thought of having both of them sitting beside you, one on each side. God, it was like they were doing it on purpose. "princess" a faint whisper startled you. You widened your eyes and turned your head to the right, finding in front of you Joe with an amused look on his face, his lips twisted up in a thin grin. "She asked you a question" he whispered, holding the mic far from him. "oh" you said mortified "I-I'm sorry" you smiled, trying to salvage the situation "W-what was the question?" you turned towards the interviewer. "oh don't worry" she waved her hand to emphasize her words, "I asked you about the recent press tour you went on in Brazil. How was the country and how was it being left alone with these two?" she asked, nodding towards Jamie and Joe. You have got to be fucking kidding me. You were certain your cheeks were the same color as what the flames of hell probably look like. You swallowed nervously as you kept your eyes on her, desperately trying not to make eye contact with the men beside you. It was like you could feel the smirks on their faces. "I-I" you cleared your throat. just be professional y/n, and pretend for a second that nothing happened. It really isn't that hard. you smiled nervously"Well, Brazil was amazing, really, and so were the people there. And you know, Jamie and Joseph are-are great, so... yeah, everything was good" you finally did it. "Just good?" Joe asked, a wide grin on his face. You were gonna kill him. "Yeah, from what I remember, you seemed to think it was more than just good" Jamie added, with the same expression as the other fucker. Oh please, not him too. You gulped, trying to at least look like you were breathing normally. "I-I, N-no you are right." you gave in, trying to make them stop. "It was actually really good" you said, staring at your shoes. "That's better" Joe whispered to you. Making an involuntary familiar feeling pool in your lower belly. Oh, you were so fucked.

"Guys, I gotta go, it was really fun though. We should hang out more often." Finn said, standing up. Oh no, your life jacket was escaping. You were sat on some couches in a room backstage. After the panel had finished you had decided to stay together a bit more and obviously you had found yourself sandwiched between guess who? You guessed. them. And that hadn't been that much of a problem because Finn was there, but it wasn't looking so good now. "Already? We see each other so little" you asked Finn, trying to persuade him to stay "I know, I'm sorry, but I really gotta go" he said with a sad smile. You smiled anyway, you didn't want to push it and make him feel guilty or anything. "It's nothing Finn, it was really nice seeing you" "You too" he hugged you before leaving. Now the fun started, and by fun, I mean absolute panic. The room fell silent the moment the door closed. "I-I should probably go" you said. "But sweetheart" Joe placed a hand on your back "we just got here" You swallowed thickly. "I know,b-but I'm tired" "you are not avoiding us, are you y/n?" Jamie asked, amusement clear in his voice. "N-no, I just didn't sleep a lot last night" "Darling" Jamie put a hand on your thigh "You seem tense" "I-I" you stuttered "Just like last time" Joe murmured, making you shiver. "You know... We'd be happy to help you again" Jamie continued. "More than happy" Joe said leaning closer to you, so close you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. Your brain had melted, just like the rest of your body. You were hearing a distinct buzzing in your brain, and suspected that was all that remained in your cranium. It was all so confusing and strange at the same time. You needed air. "Guys," you said faintly "y/n" answered joe "I need to go" You said decisively, looking at them. They were both still grinning, which made you mad, hadn't they heard you? It wasn't gonna work this time. It was just too much. "y/n" said Jamie, caressing your thigh. "No" you stated "I'm sorry but this is wrong ok? I'm not saying that I didn't like it last time, because I really did, but I just can't do it. I'm not cool or calm or any of that shit. I've been panicking all day because I had no idea how to act, and it was so tiring and I don't wanna do it again. I'm sorry but I can't do it. I can't have casual sex with people I know I'm gonna see every day for 6 months starting in 2 weeks. I'm simply not made for it."You caught your breath"So no, I'm sorry but no. I'm going." You stood up and walked away, proud of yourself for having finally gotten it all out. You didn't know what this meant but you were just happy to have done what you knew was the right thing.

You were laying on your bed in your pajamas, watching Gilmore girls on the computer, when you heard a knock at the hotel room door. You were expecting this, it wasn't a surprise. What actually was surprising was that on the other side of the door was only one of the people you expected to see. "Hi" said Joe with a genuine smile. "Hi" you answered There was an awkward silence as you tried to understand what to do. "can I come in?" he asked, making you raise an eyebrow in suspicion. "I'll behave, I promise" he raised his hands in defense. "All right" you said, opening the door for him. You pretended not to notice how he checked you out as you sat down. His eyes traveling slowly from your bare legs, covered only by some very short shorts up to your bra-free tits, hidden only by a little pink tank top he very much wanted to rip off of you. "So" you sat on the bed"Why are you here?" He set beside you, making the bed squeak "I wanted to talk to you" You smiled "please do, then" He reciprocated your smile as he started "Ok. I'm really sorry we made you feel uncomfortable y/n. And I hope you know that it was not our intention at all. Really. And if we knew that it would have made you feel this way we would have never proposed it in the first place. So I just wanted to apologize, that's all" You hummed, taking it all in "Why isn't Jamie here?" you asked, genuinely curious. He smiled "We didn't want to put too much pressure on you. So we thought that only one of us should have come here first, and the second would join in later." he explained "that's smart" "The other thing that we wanted to say is that" he cleared his throat "It doesn't have to be weird. we could keep doing what we did last time without making it a big deal. Just see it as occasionally having fun, in an adult way, and outside of that, we can just act as we have always done around each other. It would be easy don't you think?" he asked. You frowned "I-I don't know Joe, I mean it's not as easy for you as it is for me. You saw me today during the interview, I looked crazy" "you did not. and" he shrugged "that was partially our fault, we were taunting you " "But it's not just that,y-you have this effect on me. It's weird" He chuckled "And what exactly do you think you do to us?" he licked his lips "You know, it's very hard to concentrate on an interview when you look at me with those eyes and bounce those pretty legs or smile so innocently" he confessed, making your heart flutter. "Ok" you said "So if I wanted to do this, we could just be normal around each other in everyday situations and you guys will stop taunting me, right?" you waited for him to confirm "Absolutely" "And it would just be us having fun?" "Yes, sweetheart" he grinned, putting a hand on your bare thigh. "And could we have fun now?" you whispered "It's solely up to you princess" he said, leaning closer. There wasn't much thinking to do having his face a few centimeters far from your face. After all, It was a good plan and you really, really wanted to kiss him. So you did. You gently placed your lips on his, closing your eyes and starting to slowly melt into the kiss. You put one of your hands on his strong chest and the other one at the base of his neck, toying with his hair. You smiled, breaking the kiss. "You liked that?" he asked, gently moving some of your hair behind your ear. "Mh. Mh" you hummed, making him smile. "Good" he said, leaning in to kiss you again, this time his tongue slipping through your lips, and exploring your mouth. "And you liked this?" he asked "Yes Joe, I really liked that" "good" he said again, leaving a quick kiss on your lips again. "Tell me what you like" You swallowed nervously "I-I don't know" he kissed your neck, making you whimper "Tell me what you liked last time then" "I-I liked everything Joe,it was amazing" He smiled as he was sucking your neck "I know it was amazing princess, I just want to know what you liked" You bit your lip nervously and he came back up to look at you. "C'mon y/n, I know you can do it" he said, before kissing you briefly and returning back to work on your neck. "O-Ok," you said, your breathing ragged "I-I liked when you-" you didn't know how to say it. "Well, you know" "No, I don't. I wanna hear you say it baby" "I liked when you-When you licked me there" you explained "I'm gonna need you to be more specific sweetheart" "Joe, please" "y/n please" "When you licked my pussy" you whispered, making him groan. "Good girl" he said, his hand traveling down to your panties, only to toy with the hem of them. "Please Joe" you pleaded "Please what baby?" "please touch me" "I can't" he said, retrieving his hand and making you frown "not until Jamie gets here" "That's mean" "it's only right" he kissed you "but that doesn't mean we can't do other things in the meantime" he stroked your cheek with his thumb. you smile curiously "like what?" he kissed you again "well" he looked at you "you could let me undress you" the idea intrigued you "Would you like that?" "hm-hm" you nodded "I need you to use your words baby" "Yes, Joe, I would really like that" you said, earning a proud smile from him. "very good" he said, kissing you one last time before kneeling in front of you and putting his hand on the hem of your shorts. "raise your hips princess" he ordered, and you eagerly obeyed, finding yourself completely naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds. He hissed at the view, his eyes fixated on your pussy. He couldn't control himself as he bent down and left three spread kisses on it, making you moan faintly. "I thought you weren't supposed to touch me" "Well, Jamie doesn't need to know about everything, does he?" he looked at you as he came back up to sit on the bed. "No, he doesn't" you agreed, making him bite his lower lip "God, you are perfect sweetheart" he said, before kissing you again, this time his tongue exploring your whole mouth. he leaned away eyeing your shirt. "You don't wanna take that off?" you asked, making him chuckle "Oh trust me, there's nothing I want more on this planet than to do that, sweetheart" he said, placing his hand on each side of your torso, making you shiver, and bringing his hands up to meet the shirt. He gripped it and agonizingly slowly took it off, leaving you completely vulnerable. You had never seen him smile so widely in your entire life. "You are a masterpiece y/n y/l/n" he said, gently touching your boobs "I hope you know that" You smiled giddily at the compliment as you heard a knock at the door. You gasped softly, but before you could say anything Joe spoke "I think you should get that". you smiled shyly as you stood up, feeling Joe's eyes glued to your ass. You took a deep breath and very slowly, opened the door. The look on Jamie's face was the perfect mixture of shocked, pleased, and horny. "Now, This, is the way I like to be greeted" he joked, making you smile, before coming into the room and closing the door behind him. You walked towards the bed as he followed you. "So I understand you like our plan?" he said, placing his hands on your waist. "I do," you said gently "Very good," Jamie stated, looking for one second at Joe before crushing his lips with yours. His hands explored your whole back as he walked you toward the bed. He pushed you on it, making you notice how Joe had gotten up. "What were you watching?" You turned to see Joe with your computer in his hands, looking curiously at you. "Gilmore girls" "Figures" he smiled to himself. You would have gotten mad at him at another moment but you were feeling particularly frustrated right now. "C-can you touch me now, please?" you begged to no one in particular. Jamie raised an eyebrow at Joe "You were really able to stop yourself?" he asked incredulously. "I know" he eyed your body "Trust me, it wasn't easy," he said, winking furtively at you. You whined, trying to make them bring back their attention to you, and like clockwork, both of the men turned towards you. "Of course darling, today is only about you" he said, spreading open your legs. You bit your lip as he bent down and kissed your clit. "So pretty" he murmured, kissing it again "such a pretty pussy for such a pretty girl" he whispered again, before licking a stripe between your folds. You whimpered as you shut your eyes closed. "And soo desperate" he smirked before attacking your clit with his mouth, sucking and liking like it was his life long-duty. "oh god" you moaned, as he continued undaunted. "tastes good doesn't it?" Joe asked, his eyes never leaving yours. "better than anything I ever tasted"Jamie responded, looking straight at you. A wave of pleasure cursed through you at the scene. You moaned loudly as you started grinding on Jamie's face. "And sound soo good too" Joe said, as he took off his clothes. You turned your head towards him as he got out of his shirt and as he slowly unbuckled his belt, clearly wanting to put on a show for you. You moaned again as he slipped his pants off, remaining only in his boxers. A very visible tent, prominent under them. He smirked as he stepped closer to you, kneeling down on the side of the bed. "Such pretty sounds" he whispered against your cheek. "From such a pretty mouth" he continued before meeting his lips with yours. His tongue immediately made its way into your mouth as his right hand found your cheek and his other one your boobs, starting to gently grope them. You moaned into his mouth as he pinched your nipple, making him chuckle. "So sensitive" he whispered against your mouth before starting to work on your neck, leaving hot opened-mouth kisses all over it, just to finally start focusing on a spot under your ear, sucking and kissing it desperately. You were a moaning mess, between his hands on your tits, his mouth on your neck, and Jamie's work of art you were surprised you had not already lost your voice from how hard you were moaning. And just when you thought it couldn't have gotten any better you felt Jamie's fingers at the entrance of your hole. "Jamie" you whispered "Yes, darling?" "please" "Please what?" he kissed your clit, making you cry out "Please use your fingers" He smiled against your pussy "At your orders" he purred before sloooowly pushing his digits in. "Oh god" you screamed "God has nothing to do with this" Joe murmured to your ear, before going down and taking your nipple into his mouth. You were either gonna die or ascend to another dimension. You felt a bubble form in your lower belly as Jamie started to work his fingers in and out of you, while his mouth resumed its impeccable work. "I-I'm coming" you stuttered, expecting Joe to object like last time, but were surprised when you actually heard him say "Please do princess, let us see you come undone baby", and who were you to deny him of his wish? You let go as the bubble burst in your belly, making you shout incoherently as thousands of little fireworks went off inside of you. "Oh shit" you smiled blissfully, as you caught your breath, making them both grin widely. "so it was good huh?" Jamie asked, making you roll your eyes. "it was amazing" you sighed "That's better" Joe smiled before kissing you passionately. "So" Jamie stated, as Joe leaned away and you propped yourself up on your hands. "Who do you want inside you, sweetheart?" Joe continued for him. You blushed, which was stupid considering the situation, but you couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed being asked it so bluntly. "I-I" you stuttered "It's just a question baby" Jamie said, sweetly. "I-I don't know" you said "There are no wrong answers princess" Joe murmured, stroking your cheek. "I-I know it's just-" you bit your lip "Just what darling?" "I-I want both of you. I can't decide" You said shily. A thin grin appeared on their lips. "well..." Jamie started, sitting on the bed with a hand on your thigh "You know, there is a way we could do that" "You mean like last time?" you asked innocently. "not exactly" said Joe, looking at Jamie for a brief moment before turning back to you. "Oh" you frowned "then how?" Joe looked at you hungrily, biting his lip. "Well, we could use both of your pretty holes" he murmured sultrily. You gulped. This was new. You had never done that before and definitely not like this. "We'll be gentle" Jamie interrupted your train of thought. "really really gentle y/n" Joe followed. "you wouldn't have to worry about a thing" Jamie added. "We'll take care of you princess" said Joe. You bit your inner cheek as you pondered the proposal. You would be lying if you said it didn't attract you, imagining both of them in you at the same time... heaven. You looked between them, both staring at you hopefully before speaking up "you'll go slow?" "of course" Jamie reassured you. you took a deep breath "ok" you exhaled "I wanna do it" They looked at each other with the same faces children have when they enter a candy shop, it was almost cute. "You won't regret it sweetheart" Joe said, grinning widely, making you smile shily. Jamie took all his clothes on in a matter of seconds as Joe took off his boxers. His cock springing out of them. making you instantly rethink your decision. how was all that gonna fit? "I'll go slow princess, I promise" he said, noticing the shift in your expression. You nodded, as Jamie laid down on the bed beside you. You turned towards him and were met with an adoring look. "Come here" he said sweetly before kissing you hungrily, his hands immediately finding your hips and guiding you on top of him, without ever breaking the kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you felt him positioning his length at your entrance. "you ready darling?" he made sure. You nodded eagerly, and he didn't waste any time, pushing his tip in and slowly raising his hips until he had bottomed out completely. "Feels good?" he asked "Amazing" you sighed, as you bent down to kiss him. Your hips involuntarily starting to move on their own accord. It felt soooo good already, and you wondered how it was gonna feel with Joe too. Just as you did, you felt him getting beside you. You swallowed nervously as his tip touched your other entrance. You heard him spit on what was probably his hand and then another time directly between your cheeks, making you gasp. "Relax princess" he purred as he used his fingers to spread his spit all over your hole. "O-ok" you stuttered, as you stopped moving on Jamie's cock. "It's gonna feel good baby" Jamie assured you. "mh-mh" you nodded, as joe positioned himself. "It's gonna hurt a bit now, but it'll be worth it" Joe said, taking a moment before veeery slowly starting to tear you apart. You hissed at the feeling. he wasn't kidding about the pain, you thought as he continued to push himself into you. "Good" he murmured "You are doing so good princess" he said as he kept going. You felt a single tear stream down your face, and Jamie immediately went to wipe it off "You're doing great darling" he said sweetly. "J-joe" You cried out "I know baby" he cooed, using one of his hands to stroke your back reassuringly "You almost did it" "and..." he finally pushed himself fully into you, making you gasp as his balls hit your ass "there" he said proudly "You did it sweetheart" You bit your lip, as you took in the feeling of having both of them so deep inside of you at the same time. "Can I move?" he asked gently. you turned to look at him, a smile appeared on your face, as you nodded at him, making him groan with enthusiasm. You chuckled at his reaction, but were soon interrupted by an animalistic moan you let out as he thrusted into you. It was like nothing you ever felt before. it still hurted a bit, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure you were feeling. "oh f-fuck" you cried out as he did it again. and just as you were starting to get used to it, without any warning, Jamie started moving too. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as they both pounded into you more and more fast. You were completely filled, and unable to say or do anything. it was like you had fallen into some kind of ecstasy-provoked trance. "Shit, you feel so fucking good y/n" Joe groaned "You really do" Jamie agreed as he gripped your hips to thrust into you even harder. You cried out his name as he smirked smugly. "It's so tight" Joe whispered, putting a hand on your back to gain more traction, making you literally scream. You were completely useless, a doll at their mercy, unable to even move. If heaven was a real thing, this was probably what it felt like. "You're perfect y/n" Jamie purred, as you kept bouncing up and down or left and right. You had no idea at this point, you just knew it felt absolutely incredible. "So fucking beautiful" Joe groaned "taking us so well" Jamie complimented you "So.fucking.hot" Joe continued, as he kept his pace. Their words together with this feeling were really pushing you over the edge. "I-I" you wined, not able to form a coherent sentence "You're coming?" Jamie asked gently, his breath ragged. "Mh-mh" you hummed weakly "fuck" Joe swallowed "fucking cum princess" he painted "cum all over us" "Yes darling,please do" Jamie continued. "I.I" you failed again, as a familiar pressure formed itself in your belly. "cum y/n" Joe commanded "do it baby" Jamie whispered, sending you over the edge. You screamed their names as your orgasm hit you so strongly that everything went black for a moment. "F-fuck" you heard Joe stutter "Imma fill you up sweetheart" he breathed out, as you were still riding out your orgasm. "me too darling" Jamie said, "gonna fill this pretty pussy with my cum" he said, just seconds before, with a loud grunt they both came, one just a few seconds after the other, making you moan loudly at the undescribable feeling. Everybody remained still as you all tried to calm your breathing. Joe chuckled lightly as he pulled out of you, making you involuntarily laugh a bit too, as you pulled yourself off of Jamie, who was also smiling widely. "Well" said joe "Well" Jamie continued, as you all looked at each other amused. "I'm glad we made this work" you finally spoke. "So are we" "Definitely"

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faithinus · 1 year

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Eyes Open

Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader 🤍

Summary: Starting out with a classic friends to lovers blurb. The reader and Joe are close friends. She wakes up in his bed one morning and overthinks everything. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: nothing too serious in this piece, just good old friends to lovers, but there are suggestions of past smutty activities, and of course this is real person fiction. Apologies in advance. This is my first time writing in years!

Word count: 2.1K

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There was a subtle hum, like someone was yawning but with their lips pressed together. It was almost inaudible but you caught it. The bed shifted from weight lifting off of the mattress. You became suddenly aware that the pillow smelled different than the one you had at home. That’s when it hit you that you were in his home, sleeping in his bed.

Eyes still shut, you tried to orient yourself in the room. If you opened them, you risked being face to face with Joe. Sure, you wondered what he looked like still sleepy. Oh god, Joe probably had cute puffy eyes and messy curls and a woolly morning voice. As much as you wanted to find out, you weren’t ready to confront last night and all of its potential consequences just yet. So, you kept your eyes shut and tried not to move. Feet padded across the wood floor and the bathroom door creaked open. How long could you lie here until you had to confront the elephant in the room?

Then, the door clicked shut. Your eyes shot open.

Last night’s silky black dress had been haphazardly tossed on the floor next to the bed. One of the straps was clearly broken, collateral damage from your fit of passion. You couldn’t remember whose fault it was, and quite frankly didn’t care. The two of you stripped each other so quickly. It was almost ravenous. So many months of being friends built up a palpable tension that burst as soon as you stepped through his front door.

Thinking about last night brought back the feeling of your spine against the wall, his breath on your neck, his hands snaking up your torso -

The door clicked open, snapping you out of your thoughts. You forced your eyes shut immediately. It was your only defense.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

Not quick enough. He must’ve seen.

“No,” you whispered “s’okay”. With eyes open again, you got the chance to take him all in. Joe stood across the room, curls disheveled, last night’s slacks sitting loosely on his hips.

“Want a coffee?” he chimed, pushing a few strands off his forehead. For the record, Joe’s morning hair was just as noteworthy as you thought it would be, but his nonchalant attitude was confusing. He just slept with one of his best friends. How was he acting so calm about this?

“Yeah, sounds nice. Thank you.” You tried to match his cheery tone but the words came out more groggy than intended.

“You tired? Didn’t sleep well?” Joe teased and threw open a curtain. The sunlight hit your eyes. You squinted and dramatically threw your head in the other direction in protest. His phone screen lit up with a notification. Time: 8:20 am. It’s not that you didn’t sleep well. In fact, you were out like a light once your head hit the pillow. It’s that you didn’t sleep very long. Joe had your undivided attention until the early hours of the morning and he knew that. He was taking this opportunity to poke fun. You were trying to decide if him finding this situation amusing was a good sign for the status of your relationship or not.

“No s’fine,” you said rolling over on your side. Your bra sat cockeyed on your chest, partly exposing a nipple. The air caught in your throat and you tugged up at the fabric. Joe looked away and chuckled under his breath. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I haven’t seen.” He smirked and inspected the street outside the bedroom window. The satisfied look on his face made you roll your eyes. If it was anyone else, he would’ve sounded too proud, too fuckboyish. However, his confident attitude secretly made you want to pull him back to bed for round two.

And you understood. It was comical that you were rushing to cover yourself up when hours ago you had been shuddering under his touch. He had seen the full buffet, but now you were desperate to hide... at least until you could figure out where Joe’s head was at. He opened a dresser drawer and took out the first t-shirt he saw. It was black with a design on the front from an old band you barely recognized. Joe tossed it at the bed and it landed in your lap.

“Lemme go get that coffee, yeah?” He slipped out of the bedroom door. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around how casual he was acting. It was as if he was going through his normal routine. He acted totally content with sleeping with his best friend and carrying on with business as usual. Joe offered you a coffee, tossed you a shirt, and waltzed off like he had done it 1,000 times before. I mean of course he had done this before, but did he regularly bring friends home? Oh god, did you just accidentally fall into a friends with benefits situation? Wait. Did that mean he just gave you his hookup shirt?

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and slipped Joe’s t-shirt over your head. You brought the collar up to your nose and inhaled, half expecting it to smell like another girl.

It didn’t, of course. But it didn’t particularly smell like Joe either. Tie game.

You looked over your shoulder at his bedside table. Three of his rings sat in a little pile. You had to hold yourself back from focusing on them. If you let your eyes linger too long, you could almost start to feel the metal pressing into your hip, hands desperately pulling you in. You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. If this was all simply a one-night stand to Joe, you were going to curse yourself later. A one-night stand meant you need to go back to acting like friends. Acting like friends meant you would spend god-knows-how-long trying forget about the damn rings and all the places they touched you.

How had it even happened? The scenes of last night came back to you in bits and pieces, but not because of the alcohol. You were just in shock.

The two of you were out at a birthday party. Many of your mutual friends were in attendance. You had greeted Joe when he arrived and he didn’t leave your side during the entire event. From the outside, anyone could have mistaken it for normal, friendly behavior. Everyone knew you two were close, but you noticed the difference. Joe didn’t make his usual rounds. He spoke to you until someone else went out of their way to come up to him. His presence felt more intense. Each time you two would lock eyes, it was clear neither person wanted to look away. Everyone else had faded into the background.

Somewhere along the way Joe had gotten more touchy than normal. He had complimented your dress and played with your shoulder strap in a way you didn’t expect. When you walked through the crowd, his hand found your lower back. One of your favorite songs came on and he laughed at the way you sang. You teased him for the way he moved his hips when he danced.

As you swayed back and forth, your fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt. Joe encouraged you to undo a few, making a comment about how hot it was getting in the crowded room. You knew that caring about the temperature was a lie by the way he got closer. Joe let your breath hit his face. His forehead was nearly touching yours and his palms slid down your back. At that point, you were sober enough to make your own decisions but intoxicated enough to act on your true feelings. One thing led to another and he was leading you out the door to call a cab.

He had one hand on your thigh the whole way home.

Joe’s head popped through the door frame, two coffees in hand. “I didn’t know if you wanted cream, so I made one with and one without.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Joe held out the mugs in front of you and raised his eyebrows, begging you to pick. “Thank you,” you whispered, taking your preference. With your other hand, you picked your dress off the floor and examined a tear along the seam. “I’m no good at sewing. It’s a shame. I really liked this dress”.

Joe lowered himself onto the bed next to you. He suppressed a smile at the work you two made of your outfit. “I know a good tailor up the street. I can have it done for you.”

“Is this what you do for all the girls? Rip their clothes and take them to your tailor friend?” You said it like a joke but were secretly dying for answers. It would be totally unreasonable to assume Joe never brought a girl home. That wasn’t the point.

As difficult as it was to admit to yourself, you were just sick of it. Sick of stealing glances across rooms and brushing it off. Sick of taking an interest in every one of Joe’s hobbies, opinions, or whereabouts and chalking it up to “being a good friend.” Sick of searching for a new movie to watch and your first thought being: “I wonder if Joe likes this one?”. Sick of rethinking every past interaction from a romantic standpoint. Sick of acting like other people are a legitimate option.

For a moment, a flash of genuine hesitation was in Joe’s eyes. He looked away from you and sipped his coffee.

“The girls? And who might they be?” he mumbled into his cup.

There was an instant pang of regret in your chest. Your question was definitely not a pleasant conversation starter.

“I don’t know Joe…you are a hot commodity these days,” you bumped your elbow into his, trying to play it off as a joke once again.

He furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. The air in the room was noticeably heavier. Ah great, you made it awkward already. Joe took a few steps and then paused, back still facing you. “Did you think- is this… a one time thing?”

You didn’t respond. Joe may have been looking for your confirmation, but you couldn’t give that to him. Your stomach was doing flips, urging you to say no. The way you looked at each other over drinks, in the cab, in his bed, even now, none of it was consistent with a one-time deal.

“You didn’t have to come back with me,” Joe spoke up. His hands went to his hips and eyes dropped to the floor. “If you are regretting this-” he trailed off nervously.

And then you laughed, which only confused him more. The last thing he did was pressure you or give you anything to regret. In fact, he was impressively attentive. The way he whispered “y’sure?” breathless between kisses, the way he glanced up at you looking for clues of your pleasure, the way he squeezed your hand and mumbled “I know” into your neck. It was all so attentive.

“No Joe,” you shook your head as you laughed. “That’s nonsense. You were lovely, really.”

He spun around to face you. “Then what are you on about?... ‘All the girls?’” he mocked your tone.

Now it was your turn to go shy under his gaze. You looked down to fidget with the hem of your - well his - shirt. You hoped you wouldn’t grow to regret this moment, but it was too late to turn back now.

“Am I crazy or was last night the result of a lot of built-up feelings? I don’t want to lose this friendship… but I don’t know if I can pretend like this never happened either. I need clarity here.”

He stood in front of you silently for the next several seconds, lost in thought. Way to leave someone with a cliffhanger, Joseph.

In an effort to cover your tracks you stood up and began rambling “I’m just worried about our friends, Joe. They probably saw us together last night. I don’t want things to be awkward between everyone. They are going to find out and-”

Joe stopped you in your tracks when his hand reached out and gently made contact with your cheek. His fingers tilted you up to face him. If Joe was anyone else, his steady gaze would be intimidating. But it wasn’t like that. It was admiration not a challenge. Your bodies drifted closer together. You lingered with your lips open, dangerously close to his, but not yet kissing. The corners of his mouth turned up. “Let them.”

“What?”

“Please. By all means, let them find out.”

One more glance at his eyes and Joe was pulling you in by the collar of his shirt. The way his lips pressed into yours was dizzying. One of your hands slid up to his shoulder and drew his body closer. Sugar and dark roast were still on his tongue. It was going to be a while before you wanted to open your eyes again.

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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All Goes South

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe is overworked, tired, exhausted and just... he needs a break. Everyone knows it, too. None of it is really exciting to him anymore. Then, he meets you, and something reignites within him.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: Here's part 2! I know this might be going from 0 to 100 a bit fast, but listen, you're very intriguing and it's very difficult not to become completely obsessed with you, you know? Enjoy! :)

Wordcount: 4.1K

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

“So, what do they make you do?”

Joe coughed into his drink, getting some of it onto the table. You immediately moved in and offered hands that didn’t really do much instead of hover in space in front of him as beer dripped down Joe’s chin.

“You make it sound like I’m forced into labour,”

“Well, are you?”

Joe wiped his chin with his forearm before using both his hands to grab onto yours for a small squeeze, thanking you for the useless bit of help as they clearly weren’t needed. You gave a small smile, but Joe frowned as he went on to answer.

“I’m not, it’s just...” he trailed off, sighed, thought for a second, and then squared his shoulders. “You know what,” he sat up the straightest he could sit up. “Let’s not talk about work.”

“All right.”

Not all right. Not talking about work swiped every single topic you thought you could talk to him about off the table. Great.

“What about you? Do you work at that restaurant?”

It was your turn to hesitate to answer.

“You just said, let’s not talk about work,” you challenged, a small smirk playing your face.

“Oh, right,”

“But, I used to. Was there to grab a quick bite, they never turn me away. I ate stood in the kitchen, and then had a quick drink behind the bar... that’s when I noticed whatever you had going on at your table.”

Joe nodded, took another sip. An awkward silence took over. It dawned on you how stupid of a situation you’d placed Joe in, and you realised that Joe probably was thinking the same thing.

“Did I overstep? I don’t want to prod, but you looked functionally depressed back there,”

Joe sat back in his seat, looked at you a second, then said, “You did overstep, actually. But I went with you, didn’t I?”

He couldn’t really explain why either. But he had done. And now he was here, and Joe took in that he also could’ve gone home. You lead him through that kitchen out into that alleyway, and he could’ve just gone home. Crawled back into bed, like he’d wanted to do when he had been staring at himself in the bathroom for a couple of minutes at that restaurant. He could’ve gone home, but he hadn’t, and now he didn’t really want to anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you said, but Joe’s face was sort of... beaming, so you smirked, your apology definitely not sincere.

“Nope, not good enough,” Joe spoke into his drink before he had another sip, eyes on you as he drank. If Joe thought it hid his smile, he was wrong.

“Ah, man. I was afraid of that,” you giggled. “How will I ever make it up to you?” you asked, and when Joe didn’t answer fast enough, you added, “I got the first round,” implying it had to count for something. Because you wanted there to be- hoped there’d be more rounds. Many more rounds.

“You did, but this is only going to get me in more trouble, I’m afraid,”

A small silence fell where you both smiled at each other, each of you narrowing your eyes. It was playful in a way Joe hadn’t encountered before, not in a good while anyway, and although a little suspicious of it all, Joe was kind of into it. This whole flirtatious vibe he had going with a pretty stranger he somehow was now having drinks with. Instead, he was meant to be listening to people tell him about the upcoming three months of work right now... but this was definitely more fun.

Joe noticed that whenever he’d take a sip, you’d take one. He took a huge gulp to check, and when you copied him, he laughed. In silence, he raised his eyebrows at you, challengingly so, before he put his glass back to his lips.

Oh shit, you thought, he’s not going to down it, is he?

But of course, he fucking was.

And now so were you, taking down big gulps of lager as you held eye contact, eyes growing larger with each swallow because, surely, he wasn’t going to really finish the full full pint?

Joe slammed his empty glass down, releasing a loud guttural grumble as he exhaled loudly, clearly struggling as he caught his breath. You weren’t even halfway down your drink yet.

“No, you don’t have to–” Joe laughed, but you persisted. “Oh, yep... no, you’re doing it,”

Seconds later, with your face contorted like you were in actual pain, you too set down an empty glass with a shaky hand and were met with a set of admiring eyes. Joe seemed impressed, a little.

“Okay,” your voice came out all constricted, barely there, face all scrunched up. “Another one?”

And before Joe could complain about you getting the next round too, you’d already stood up and made your way over to the bar. Two more pints, two more tequila shots.

In a bid to get to know each other better, Joe said he was going to ask you five questions you had to answer truthfully, alcohol absolutely fueling the conversation.

After three kind of normal questions about the best meal you’d ever had, if you preferred baths over showers and what your favourite thing about your mum was, Joe cleared his throat loudly and rubbed a thumb over the condensation of his glass. He seemed to stall a little, shifted in his seat, and then went and asked anyway.

“You know who I am... how?”

“Stranger Things, of course,”

“Of course,” Joe raised his glass as if to cheers you before he took another sip.

“But I must admit, I just... I only really watched it because Steve, he’s just... Steve’s very– Steve’s very Steve.” You sighed, sort of lovestruck, and perched your elbow onto the table, your chin then planted into your palm.

Joe’s face broke into a smile slowly as he eyed you over his glass.

“You know?” you asked for confirmation and got it immediately.

“Oh no, yea,” Joe furrowed his brow as he nodded, agreeing. “Steve is very Steve, you’re right.”

You grinned at each other, and you asked if you could ask him a question now, if it was your turn yet. But Joe said he had one more. Arguably the most important one.

“And be honest... all right, Steve or Eddie?”

“Steve.”

You said that entirely too quickly. Too definitively. Didn’t even leave a fraction of a second to pretend that you had to think about that.

Joe was shocked and gasped loudly as he clasped a hand over his heart. Couldn’t believe it. Made a whole show of it, face contorting in fake cries, a sleeve pulled over his hand to wipe away fake tears.

“Do you need my reasons?”

“No, no,” Joe was instantly laughing. “No, I’ve seen him. I get it, I suppose.”

“Sorry,” you scrunched up your nose.

“No, s’fine,” Joe pretended to be hurt still, looked down at his glass as he took a deep breath with big eyes. “I’m so fine,”

“Do you need a moment?”

“Please,” Joe fake sobbed, and it had you giggling away until Joe also broke.

There was something about Joe that completely pulled you in. You tried to figure out what it was, and concluded that alcohol was probably half of it. The other half, perhaps... his charm? Joe was very cute when he giggled. Little handsome, too. Okay, but maybe... maybe a lot handsome, actually.

You couldn't really think about it too long, because you would turn shy if you did.

Anyway. It was your turn now.

“Come on, have at it. Shoot!” Joe beckoned you with both his hands. You took a moment to think about what you should ask. Couldn’t be about work, like you’d agreed upon earlier. You shifted in your seat and sat up a little when you thought of something.

“Okay, here’s the question, have you ever killed anybody, be honest.”

Joe was lucky he’d just swallowed a sip down as a chuckle immediately ruptured from his throat.

“Even on accident. Tell me the truth, right now.”

But then his own spit seemed enough, and Joe kind of nearly choked on it, coughing and laughing at the same time. You carried on.

“Okay, no, do you want a real question?”

All red-faced and voice strained from the coughing, Joe answered, “Yes.”

“Here’s a real question. Do you, okay... If you...” you narrowed your eyes up at the ceiling.

“Yea?”

“What is...? All right,” you shifted in your seat, pretended to know where you were going with this but very clearly, you didn’t have a fucking clue.

“Here we go,” Joe rubbed his hands together in anticipation, absolutely wholly aware that you had no idea what question you were about to formulate.

“If you could have– what if you could have... okay, wait. So, if you took... all right,”

Joe could barely keep it together, his face reddening as he tried to hold back his giggles. This was fucking hilarious, and anyone listening in thinking otherwise could fuck off, Joe thought.

“If you knew, if you knew for sure... that no one would ever, ever, ever find out, would you...”

You looked at Joe, laughter escaping you now too.

“Would you?” You finished. None of it made sense, which was exactly the point.

Joe raised a hand, palm up and made big eyes.

“I probably would.”

“Yea?”

“I think so.”

“Same.”

You eyed each other for a moment, nodding, before you burst out laughing.

Briefly, you felt drunk on this joy between the two of you. It was addictive in its nature, and you knew that things like this never really lasted, that maybe you should reel back a little, pace yourselves... but you really didn't want to. You felt too greedy for it, needed more of it, and when you saw Joe's face very suddenly drain of all delight as he looked behind you, it shocked your system a little.

It was only for a second, because just as quick as Joe's face read utter doom, it flooded with sheer relief right after.

You looked over your shoulder and saw that people had come in. Saw the type, and realised Joe must've thought they were members of his team. You'd forgotten that he was on the run, still. Hiding from the people that wanted to cage him back up. That was probably more dramatic than what was actually going on, but that was what it felt like, anyway.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t really know what to ask you,” you said, speaking in truth as you returned to your conversation.

“I have another one for you,” Joe finished his beer. “Where to next?”

You checked the time on your phone. You could definitely still get a slot in, make it in time, but you would have to leave right now.

“Ever heard of this place called Swingers?”

Joe cocked an eyebrow, gave you a face that read, Swingers?! We've only just met!

“Perfect. You haven’t. Let’s go!”

Like children afraid of their parents catching them whilst sneaking out of the house, you snuck out of the pub, hunched over and bent into each other, laughing as you made your way to a main road to stop a cab.

You kept darting your eyes around, scanning the streets, as if there were still people after you. Logically, you both understood that there probably weren't, but it was fun to pretend.

Getting out of the car, not even 10 minutes later, Joe eyed the neon sign in the window and looked at you a little suspiciously.

“What am I about to walk into?”

You just smirked, grabbed hold of him by the sleeve and pulled him inside.

Nothing really gave away what kind of place you were dealing with until you were fully inside, and got a good look around.

“How's your swing?” you grinned at Joe as he let his eyes scan the room. There was a lot to see.

“Clever,” Joe said, his face reading that he kind of fell for it a little. But who wouldn't have? From the outside, nothing about the location gave away that there were four full 9-hole crazy golf courses inside.

You had to wait a little bit, got to have more drinks as you did, and watched from the side lines a little. You were definitely selling the idea that you were amazing at golf. That Joe was going to have to come in hot from the start if he wanted a chance at winning. Joe silently took in all of your boasting, your bragging, and the lack of retaliation would've usually made you simmer down a bit, but not this time. You kind of took it even further, started saying things like you were a record holder here at Swingers, that's how good you were. In fact, maybe it'd be best to just leave all together because Joe wasn't going to have any fun losing to you. You were unstoppable in your bigmouthing, but only because it very much was all complete lies.

You fucking sucked at crazy golf.

Joe found out soon enough, when you hit your first ball way too hard, launching it from the course entirely.

“See? I'm fucking fantastic at this game,” you joked sarcastically and made Joe laugh.

It took you 8 hits for your first hole, which was meant to be the easiest one. Joe got it in 2.

You made your way through the holes, and Joe was annoyingly quite good at the game. He even got a hole-in-one, entirely unexpected, proven by the way he cheered for himself. You looked around, yelled, “Ref! Ref!” at a non-existent referee and tried to secretly give Joe a higher score on your little form which Joe wrestled from your hands to make sure you wouldn't.

The both of you seemed determined to be present in one another's space a bit too much. Be a little closer than normal people would be, than even friends would be. You literally only met a few hours ago, but you gravitated towards each other like the moon and the earth did. Joe thought you kind of controlled his tides like the moon controlled the earth's too.

He wasn't complaining. All of it was actually rather exciting.

When you got to a particular difficult looking course, Joe suggested he'd help you. To teach you his ways, Joe said, like he was in fact a professional whilst, quite clearly, he was mediocre at best.

“Come here, you've... there's a system you've got to understand,” Joe beckoned you to step into his arms a little, and in one of the most stupidly cliché moves ever, Joe swung his arms around you and placed his hands over yours so you were both holding your small crazy golf club.

With his head on your shoulder and his breath hot in your neck, Joe lowered his voice.

“See, there's a tunnel... and it goes up a bit, so we can't hit it too gently, it needs a little speed to make it up there, but,” Joe guided your arms back a little more, ready to make the hit. “If we don't aim correctly, it'll bounce back,”

Joe moved slow. Too slow. Stretching the moment of being pressed up against you. You swung the club back and forth a couple of times, each time nearly touching the ball in a bid to level your eye-hand coordination. You heard Joe inhale deeply, sniffing up your scent, and it was followed by a shuddery exhale. Then Joe turned your whole body with his, swung back more and hit the ball.

It clanged loudly against the side and bounced back immediately, making the both of you snicker silently.

That was definitely done badly on purpose.

“It's okay, we've all got our talents,” you quipped, suggesting that this just wasn't one of yours. You shrugged and smiled as you went to get the ball back into place.

“No one saw that try, come on, we can do this,”

You bit back a smile at how painfully obvious Joe's moves were. Joe wanted you back in his arms and wasn't being particularly secretive about it.

Every shot for your turn you took after that, you took together.

And then when Joe messed up on the last course, you stepped in. Threw Joe's moves back into his face when you went to stand behind him, arms curled around his waist, blindly patting around to find his hands on his club. “You see, there's a system,” you said, your cheek pressed tightly against his back as you did your best to take charge, to lead Joe's movements.

Joe didn't help. Didn't crouch down. Didn't try to make himself smaller for your sake, so you ended up snaking your head around him on the side, making him lift an arm to then help you see. You couldn't even hit the ball like this, completely missing it as you swung.

This playful flirtatious behaviour was the type of shit that could make Joe fold. Make him fall to his knees, be entirely at your mercy, weak for your attention and even weaker for the giggles he could pull out of you with a single stupid move. A stupid joke. A stupid face. The whole thing was so stupid, but you were laughing and touching and it was perfect.

When you were done, Joe, who was in charge of the score, added everything up and then, after a drumroll on the bar, declared you the winner.

“You have way more points than I do,” Joe beamed, completely ignoring that in crazy golf, the lowest score won.

“Told you. I'm undefeated,” you were well aware you lost, but if Joe said you'd won, you'd won.

It was nearing in on midnight, and stepping out back onto the street with Joe, one thing kept repeating in your brain.

Let's keep going. Let's keep going. Let's keep going.

“So, where to next?” you said, peering down the street.

Please don't say home, please don't say home.

“I think...” Joe narrowed his eyes in thought.

Please don't fucking stop the night now, we're having too much fun, don't stop this, please don't stop this.

“I think I know a cool place,”

Oh, thank fuck.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

You cocked an eyebrow, just like Joe had when you'd asked him if he'd ever heard of Swingers, gave him a face that read, heights? Why is that relevant?

“Perfect. You're not. Let’s go!” Joe reached for your hand, pulled you to the kerb and hailed a cab.

You drove east, made a joke about birds usually flying south, and Joe commented about how he'd show you south, but from up high, like actual birds would do.

The further east you went, the higher the office buildings became, and down from inside the taxi, you looked up at them through the window. Tall, shiny buildings, with so many lights still on, no matter that it was past midnight now. It was sort of mesmerising, and it fit the night perfectly. But after being touched so easily and frequently at Swingers, sitting in the cab at either side of the backseat almost felt like you were suddenly very distant. And you didn't like that. Didn't want to be so distanced from Joe.

Your touches had been fine within context, all easy to be explained, to be excused. All accidental. Somewhat inadvertent. All fitting within the context of everything.

Sitting in the back of a black cab? There seemed no real excuse, no matter how much you, or Joe, thought of reasons to reach out––

Oh.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand that wrapped fingers around the back of your neck and scratched up into your hair a little. You had to work hard to not let any noises slip out when you released a contented sigh.

“Nearly there,” Joe spoke softly, barely above a whisper.

You turned your head to look at him, and saw Joe lazily smile at you. He had his arm fully outstretched in order to reach you, and your eyes panned down to the middle seat.

Fuck it.

You unbuckled your seatbelt – dangerous, you were just turning a bend – and slid down the seat until your thigh pressed up against Joe's. It gave his arm enough room to now fully wrap around both your shoulders as you buckled up again. Joe looked at you with a grin and eyes that sort of couldn't believe you, but then pulled you more towards him and let you snuggle up a little.

It was fine. Not weird at all. You were nearly there anyway.

You pulled up outside of a tall building that had an elevator located on the outside of the building, all glass, all brightly lit with colourful lights that went all the way up to the top.

“Are you ready to be torpedoed up into the sky?”

“How high are we talking, little bird?”

“Duck & Waffle is on the 40th floor. Come on,”

The lift was a ride. It went so fast, you felt a little dizzy after, and your ears needed popping. But the view was... the view was something else entirely.

You were lead into the bar where you got seated. You were shown your table, and you both thanked the host, but then before you sat down, you stepped towards the windows. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave an incredible view of London at night. You stared past your own reflection, and looked down at the Gherkin. Right behind it, saw the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, The Shard... it all seemed a bit tiny. Much less intimidating from up here.

“Oh my God,” you thought maybe you were too drunk to really process the view.

“I know,”

“This is gorgeous,”

“It is,”

You heard Joe inhale sharply.

“It really is,” he then said more softly, and you let your eyes focus on Joe's reflection next to you and saw he was staring at you. It made you bump your shoulder into him, making him chuckle slightly.

Duck & Waffle was amazing. You had cocktails, tried fancy sounding drinks Joe suggested, and then suggested your own weird concoction to a waitress that you made Joe try. It was awful. So very, very bad. But Joe drank it anyway, insisted that it was actually amazing because he was a trooper like that.

You pointed in different directions and asked each other, if you'd ever had a weird experience somewhere that way, guessed if you grew up somewhere that way, dared each other to soon go somewhere that way and to share a picture as proof. It made you exchange numbers which took so much fucking longer than it should have, because Joe had a lot of missed calls and messages he did his best to ignore, and then you added your phone numbers into your contact lists manually, and were both, well, drunk.

Joe was touching you near constantly, hands finding your arms to grasp, your shoulders to sling around, and even at one point, your thigh to rest on. He was being unbearably affectionate for a famous guy out with a girl he didn't know, but you leant into it.

Loved it.

Invited more of it through body language Joe seemed to pick up on immediately.

The tides, the moon, birds with flapping wings, gravity - all of it wrapped in sugary sweet drinks and silly flirting. It made your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

There was a moment when Joe'd pointed in a direction and said, I live there somewhere. He had to lean in close a little to be able to see it from where you were sitting, and it was close enough for you to lean forward and kiss him. You noses almost touched, and that's exactly why Joe did it. You knew that was why, because he lingered. Pretended to look real hard into the distance of slightly reflective windows and hovered in front of you, the air charged, making your eyes flutter, until you pointed a finger in front, said you lived that way, somewhere.

It was just after 2AM when you stepped out, back onto the pavement again.

“So, are we going to your place? It was this direction, was it?” Joe jokingly pretended to start walking, but you scoffed loudly.

“My place?”

Joe looked at you a little sheepishly.

“Seriously? You think I'm going to invite a... random guy-” Joe frowned at that, “-I just met and invite them over to my place? So he'll then know where I live? Have my actual address? Where we'll then be alone? That's insane. That's not safe. That's how people literally get murdered.”

Joe waited until you stopped rambling, then looked you up and down, shrugged and said,

“All right... my place it is, then.”

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The Tonight Show; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: please write about costar reader and Joseph, maybe Joseph being on the fallon show and they both go drinking out later and some pictures get out of them being really close, and the next day is reader's turn on the show and she gets asked about Joseph

Hi, I love what you write, I was wondering if you could make the reader helps Joe when he is drunk at a party in New York

a/n: hi loves!! here's the tonight show blurb (finally!!), this can be read as a standalone, but i recommend reading '"Friendship" Test' first, i'll link it

SYNOPSIS: Joe and Reader's privacy bubble is finally popped while they're in New York for the Tonight Show

WARNINGS: drunk Joe, some uses of y/n, a little bit of swearing and kissing, it's chill

"FRIENDSHIP" TEST

The lights of New York City were really something else. Something about the haze of the trip there–being detained by customs–and the excitement that you were going to be on the Tonight Show sent shocks down your spine every time you thought about it.

And it wasn’t just you, you were lucky enough to get to experience it with your boyfriend and costar Joe, who was also being interviewed on the show–though the night before you were. He was nervous, of course, and that showed in the way he would not let his hand leave your thigh on the car ride to 30 Rock, while he tried to keep his breathing even as you rubbed small circles on his back the whole way there.

You didn’t have much to say to him–and he wasn’t all that talkative either–as you both set up in a small dressing room, when you met Jimmy, and as he was preparing to face the audience of screaming fans.

“You’ll kill it! Break a leg!” you said to him with a quick peck before he went out.

And he did kill it–he was his regular, charismatic self and charmed the audience with his smile and big, brown eyes, as well as his handful of accents–which you loved.

One part of the interview caught you off guard though, when Jimmy mentioned that you were backstage.

“Now, you’re very good friends with Y/N, aren’t you?” Jimmy asked, as Joe nodded with a cheeky grin on his face. “And they’re here tonight, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they decided to come along tonight, because they’re on the show tomorrow, so we were both going to be in New York at the same time, so we decided to hangout…” Joe said.

“Oh, that’s so nice!” Jimmy commented, with an accompanying applause from the audience.

“They knew I was pretty nervous tonight-”

“-Because this is your first talk show interview?”

“Yeah, so they came along to make sure I was alright and I could manage…They’re just so great like that, like even when we were filming, they always made sure I wasn’t too overwhelmed by everything and I was okay, and they’re just really great…” Joe rambled, ending with a sincere smile.

The interview was quickly wrapped up and Joe was meeting you back at the dressing room where you’d watched the interview, pulling you into an excited hug.

“You did amazing! I’m so proud of you!” you said to a very bashful Joe.

“I was worried I talked too much about you, but was it okay?” he asked, brows furrowed.

“No, it was perfect!” you answered, pulling him for a kiss. “Now, let's go out.”

It was about six drinks in that you noticed Joe was smashed–his hair had become a nest of dishevelled curls, there was a thin layer of sweat that you swore covered his entire body, and somehow during the night, a couple of his shirt buttons had come undone, showing of his chest and chain. And if that wasn’t enough, you were sure if he didn’t have his arm around your shoulder, with you tucked into his side, he would’ve for sure fallen flat on his face.

It was a little bit chilly as you walked back to your hotel, even in the summer air, so you were walking as close as you could to Joe–who was doing more of a stumble trying to keep up with you.

“Where are we going next?” he slurred, trying to pull a cigarette out of his pocket, which you promptly confiscated–drunk Joe and fire was not a mix you wanted to watch.

“We’re going back to the hotel, and you’re going to bed,” you calmly explained.

“Aw, are you trying to get me into bed, darling?” Joe teased, stopping to lean on a shop front wall to pose as jokingly alluring as possible.

“Wouldn’t have much trouble, would I?” you said, leaning close to him. You couldn’t help but place your lips on his. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss, while you place both of your hands on the back of his neck–feeling the warmth of the chain he always wore. After a couple minutes, you remembered you were on a busy street in New York.

“Let’s get you to bed, hey?” you said, making Joe groan as you began to pull away from him, resuming aiding him in walking to your hotel. It was a labour, but you eventually got Joe into bed, not before a slew of drunken, slurred compliments from Joe–mostly consisting of ‘I love your face’, and ‘you smell so good!’.

You tried to get a good night’s sleep, but it was difficult when you had a snoring lump next to you, not to mention your phone wouldn’t stop going off all night. At about 5AM you decided you couldn’t take it anymore and the few hours you’d managed to scrape by with would have to do. You made yourself a cup of coffee and sat down with your phone, though you were very quickly perturbed.

‘so ur telling me y/n’s secret bf is fkn joe quinn??? this whole time??’

‘oh to be y/n making out with joseph quinn on a random street…’

‘wait wtf???? are we SURE that’s y/n and joseph?’

Oh fuck, you thought, scrolling through the thousands of tweets, DMs, and texts–referencing a couple of blurry paparazzi photos of you and Joe from when you went out the night before, including ones of the two of you very close.

You didn’t quite know what to do, your publicist was texting you, asking what you wanted to do, deny or just come clean, and what the procedure would be, but you couldn’t stop staring at the man dozing away, hair all a mess and drooling on the pillow–you thought about how your little bubble of privacy had finally popped and it all felt so real all of a sudden. Yes, you were in love, and committed to each other, obviously, but now that your love was a public thing, it changed the way you thought about it all, everything you did now would be under scrutiny–not to mention the hoards of jealous fans that you’d now have to combat. Before you made any decision, you wanted to speak to Joe, after all, he was one half of the equation.

You took a few minutes working up the courage to wake him, knowing what kind of state he’d be in. With a few gentle shakes he opened his eyes, and you were faced with the fact that you had to break the news.

“There were some photos from last night…” you started, while Joe just looked confused. “Of us… Together…”

“Oh shit…” Joe mumbled, putting his head in his hands.

“And they’re basically everywhere and it’s very obviously us…” you gave your phone to Joe, opened on one of the photos. “So it’s up to us whether we say something or just leave it…”

Joe was silent, just looking at the photos on your phone, chewing on his bottom lip with stress in his eyes.

“I guess we should say something…” he eventually said. “Do you want to say something tonight?”

Shit, the Tonight Show. “Yeah, that’ll be good I think…”

Your publicist told you you should say something on social media, so you and Joe brainstormed for a short while–going between some long, serious statement, and something less so, you decided to go with the casual option, it made more sense to not make it blow up even more, so you sent out a simple tweet.

‘whoops? now you know ig…’

Your whole day felt like it was set to fast forward, and before you knew it, you were in front of a clapping audience, decked out in a designer outfit as Jimmy Fallon was going on about how good of an actor you were.

“Now, we actually met yesterday, didn’t we?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, you had my lovely friend Joseph Quinn on the show yesterday and I came with him to the taping!” you said, enthusiastically, knowing where the conversation was leading.

“Friend?” Jimmy asked with a smile. “Because there’s been some paparazzi photos of you guys…and you’re definitely very close friends…”

“Yeah! Aren’t you close with your friends like that, Jimmy?” you joked, getting a laugh from the audience. “No, uh, we are very close, and I love him very much and he loves me and…yeah, we didn’t intend for those photos to get out, but it was going to happen eventually so…I guess the time is now.”

After the loaded question, the rest of the interview was a breeze, and just as quickly as you’d gotten ready, you were back in your pyjamas, in bed next to Joe, who’d made it almost impossible to escape his hold around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, y’know? Without how calm you’ve been, I would’ve been a mess..” he said, breaking the tranquil silence in the room.

“Just ready to show everyone how much I love you…” you explained, thinking about all of the photos you could post now that you didn’t have to hide Joe’s identity online. “And I was shitting myself by the way, just did a good job of hiding it.”

“Well it’s a good thing you’re an actor then, baby…”

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