#rip joe but i'm not changing it

[johnnytoronto]

Week 1 of the 2021 NFL season and Ja'marr's first NFL game!

[minecraft-sideblog-tm]

To me the funniest part about the mcytblr sexyman polls is just how many of the actual content creators who’s characters are being voted for have caught on and started campaigning for themselves lmao

[pedroschka]

Baby got a temper

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

Summary: a day in life of Joe and his toddler

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

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

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

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

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

" Oh this looks fun, what is it ?" 

Wrong question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, it's dirty now!" 

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

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

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

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

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 11/04/2024

I will Never be a Redneck

Season 7 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume Sapphire

Ripped by Madinstance

Requested by Corb and uwustepanne! (Discord, Request Form) (@uwustepanne)

"I'm just kidding, this isn't a blue balls rip. However, you're going to wish it was. I warned you."

Can you IMAGINE being 601billionlazer and getting this rip for Secret SiIva 5?? You hear the silly blue balls and go oh, haha what fun, what a great little bit Madinstance, you always outdo yourself so its fun to see you've taken a funny step back here - only for the truth to be revealed and all hell to break loose? You hear the backing change and think, I swear I recognize that, there's no way he actually did it - the banjo comes in with a gleefully sinister pluck and reaffirms your suspicions. Madinstance fucking did it. The first proper rip uploaded as part of Season 7 introduced the year with a fucking bomb. I will Never be a Redneck.

And look, I've covered some One-Winged Angel rips on here already, One Winged PSYcho - V​.​S. Sepsyrop and Hen'yoku no Piraman - the latter even being made by Madinstance as well - but I feel like it needs to be stressed how thoroughly deranged this rip in particular is. We ALL know Cotton-Eye Joe, if not the original American country song then ABSOLUTELY the world-famous 1994 Eurodance version - one that, funny enough, was recorded by a Swedish band. Indeeds, its oddly befitting: A culture clash between my homeland, and the nation where a majority of SiIvaGunner's own audience and contributors live - the result is that ALL of us knew well what Cotton-Eye Joe was, a piece of our childhoods for some, or at least for me. Yet its prevalence on SiIvaGunner had been comparatively tame in comparison to that popularity, only appearing in some modest mashups and melodyswaps in Season 1 - seven whole years before Madinstance deployed the nuclear option. Realizing that this overplayed icon of a song even had the ability to be remixed in such a fashion positively blew my mind - I won't sugarcoat it, I will Never be a Redneck completely floored me.

And like, in some ways its to be expected, right? Madinstance is incredible, he continues to show up on here with rips like Initial Deluxe (I've Just Raced on this Course Before) and Fell From a High Place (Reprise) for a reason - his prowess for these large-scale projects feels like it shouldn't even be humanly possible. I remarked back in Hen'yoku no Piraman just how much the recent trend of One Winged Angel rips impresses me, how each one feels as if the ripper is truly showcasing their worth whilst dedicating it all to the glory of a single meme. That still stands, yes, but to apply it to a song that otherwise had near-no prevalence on SiIvaGunner, no standard set for how remixing it ought to go: To have my FIRST ever time hearing Cotton-Eye Joe pitch shifted be in this absolute behemoth feels downright criminal. And its even crazier how it WORKS the whole way through.

The amount of touches present to make this feel as cohesive as it does is staggering. The chorus' titular line of "Cotton-Eye Joe" replaces the use of "Sephiroth!" in the base track perfectly, the original song's violin instrumental breaks between the chorus and verses are pitch shifted into the ominous tone of One Winged Angel's equivalent instrumental breaks, the banjo going off the shits in the longer break from the main melody midway through the track...really, its incredible how much of the original track's excitement and danceable fun suddenly sound so ominous, with changes so deliberate, substantial yet conservative enough to not lose the Cotton-Eye Joe feel - this ALWAYS sounds like the right amount of both tracks in balance. I love how the song's chanting "Hey-hey-hey-heyys" suddenly sound akin to One Winged Angel's latin choir song, how the vocals of the chorus repeat in a somewhat staggered, haunting way near the rip's end - like Beautiful Dreamer or My Dr. Eggman Can't Be This Evil!, its remarkable just how drastic the change of tone becomes through rips like this.

Most of all though, it is that gradual realization of what you're listening to that has made I will Never be a Redneck such a classic for me - NOBODY could've anticipated it based on the channel's past history, and nobody would've expected THIS would be the way that Season 7 would officially "start". Yet its the kind of rip you can send to anyone - both songs are immediately recognizable, and the effort put in to making the two work in tandem is unmistakably impressive. uwustepanne, who wrote in to request this be covered, included a short anecdote with her write-in, about how this rip showing up in her YouTube feed was what made her realize the channel hadn't ended with Season 6's finale, that I will Never be a Redneck in a way represents everything she loves about the channel, the impact its had on her. And yeah - isn't it crazy how a rip as cracked as this one, still wound up facing incredibly stiff competition for rip of the Season?? 2023 was one of SiIvaGunner's greatest-ever years, and seeing a rip like I will Never be a Redneck uploaded at its very start felt almost like they'd set the bar far too high for the rest of the team. Yet somehow, someway, everyone else was up to the challenge and continued making absolutely incredible rips throughout the entire year. Madinstance continues to raise the bar of quality on the channel at almost every turn, and having him do it at the Season's very start - with a rip as out-of-this-world as I will Never be a Redneck to boot - remains as an absolute power move.

[usedtobecooler]

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors DNI), lap dances, fingering (f receiving), squirting, PiV sex, dirty talk (kind of? idk), tiny bit of tenderness at the end. Word count | 3.2K A/N: i'm totally aware that i'm way out of my depth here with this HOWEVER somebody had to write my ultimate fantasy of giving eddie a lapdance to pour some sugar on me and here i am, fulfilling it myself. this is based in the Summer of '87, a year after the goings on of ST4, and if it wasn't obvious everyone is still very much alive. also thank you so much for the little amount of love on my last fic, it spurred me on for this one <3

It's the August of '87, Summer was almost over and your job at the local record store had paid so well that you were able to treat yourself to the brand new tape Walkman that had been taunting you in the window for months. Dave, the guy you worked with on occasion, had let you know about the new Def Leppard album, Hysteria, that had been released just days prior.

"It's gonna change your life," he'd buzzed, sliding the tape across to you over the counter. It cost $5, and you were wondering if you could spare it, but the cover work and track list that line the tape taunted you into buying it. You'd listened to some of their music before but you were personally more of a Sabbath girl, glam rock wasn't really your thing.

x

"Not Def Leppard," Eddie had groaned mere hours later when you appeared outside his trailer, a hot red flush on your cheeks from climbing the steep hill to the park in the heat of the Summer sun, "they fucking suck. They're the band your mom listens to when she's horny."

"Don't talk about my mom like that," you screw your face up at him in disgust, shoving your way past him into the darkness and heat of his home, no A/C because he was a stingy asshole who paid for nothing he didn't have to. You didn't want to think about your mom getting hot and bothered over some rock dude, it was gross.

"I'll fuck your mom," Eddie quips back, looking like he's actually contemplating it, "she's hot, just an older you but probably with a nicer rack."

You shoot him a look over your shoulder, a mixture of annoyance and confusion, "Shut up about my mom, I'll fuck your dad," the hint of a smile is in your voice as you flip open the cassette deck on Eddie's boom box, transferring your tape from your Walkman into it.

"Ha, my dad's dead," Eddie folds his arms on his chest triumphantly, a smug look on his face like he's proud of the fact his dad's dick is off the cards.

"Well look who the real loser is here." you mutter to yourself, making yourself busy with fiddling around with buttons to rewind the tape back to where you need it to be. You catch Eddie throwing himself down on his sofa out the corner of your eye, with a rolled blunt in one hand and a zippo in the other. His t-shirt rumples up a bit so a little expanse of his tummy shows and his legs are spread wide. He looks comfortable.

"Prepare to have your mind blown," you smirk, turning around to grin at him knowingly as the first bars of Pour Some Sugar on Me play. He looks at you with a quirked brow, interest clearly piquing as the riff kicks off.

The song just has this feeling to it, it makes you want to dance and rip your clothes off. It makes you feel sexy. Your best friend would call it a 'stripper song', and she'd be right because that's exactly how it felt. You feel your hips swaying to the beat, Joe Elliot's raspy voice sounding so good.

"What're you doing?" Eddie asks, confusion etching his features as you slowly slide your way over to him, his dark brown eyes looking blown out whilst they drink in the sight of you before him. Your black skirt and fishnets have a rumpled up, worn in look to them from working all day, your Metallica band shirt stuffed haphazardly into the waist line of your skirt, but you look so pretty.

"C'mon, Eddie," you giggle a little, shimmying your way over to his lap, just hovering as you look into his stunning dark eyes, "have some fun with me, let loose a little. This song is just so good it needs to be danced to."

"I'm not much of a dancer," Eddie breathes out, head feeling fuzzy and he can't tell if its from the weed or you. Maybe it's both, he's unsure. His hands are trembling a little, clearly unsure of what to do with himself, unlit half smoked joint now abandoned by his side.

"Well," you hum, finger tapping your chin like you're deep in thought, "how about I dance for you?"

Eddie chokes on his own breath, spluttering a little at what you're insinuating, "Dance for me?" he asks quietly, "As in?"

You don't dignify him with a reply, there's not long left of the song and you'll lose your nerve if you think too much about what you've just said, so instead you turn around so your back is to him, hands braced on his spread thighs as you nestle between them, swaying your hips from side to side in a sensual motion.

Eddie's breath hitches, his eyes going bug wide whilst he looks at the swaying of your ass in his face like this. "Can I touch you?" He asks, the words tumbling out like an intrusive thought before he can even stop himself. He internally cringes, prepared for you to say no.

The music is flowing through your body, all nervousness disappearing as you wiggle your ass back against him, just barely brushing along his jean clad crotch. "Of course you can," you say breathily, keening into Eddie's touch as his large hands grab at the meat of your thighs, fingers digging lightly under the material of your fishnets.

You honestly have no idea what's come over you, why this is even happening. You'd never thought about Eddie in this way before, he was just your weed dealer who you'd on occasion come to pester when there was nobody else around. All you spoke about was drugs and music, with the occasional joke thrown in, but there was nothing else to it.

God damn you, Def Leppard.

Your fingers run up your sides slowly, body still swaying to the song rhythmically and your ass occasionally rubbing back further to glide against Eddie's crotch. You don't miss the way his hands dig into your thighs deeper at that, short nails biting at your flesh deliciously.

"I'm gonna take my shirt off," you breathe out, shocked by the sexy way the words roll off your tongue. Your fingers grip the sides of your Metallica shirt and you take it off in one swift motion, leaving behind just the black lace of your bra to keep yourself covered.

The song is still playing loudly but the thrumming in your ears is blocking it out, just a faint 'pour some sugar on me, ooh in the name of love' gently being heard behind the buzzing. You tilt your head back so it's resting on Eddie's shoulder, his hair tickling the side of your face and neck, as you grind back with purpose now.

Eddie's eyes are glued to your tits, barely covered by the lace covering them still, he can see your erect nipples peaking out and his hands trail up the softness of your tummy slowly, the biting cold of his rings making you hiss a little, "Can I?" he asks, lips sweeping across your ear.

You just nod silently, watching his hands come up to cup the mound of your breasts, his fingers grazing your nipples softly making you moan quietly.

"Do you like that?" Eddie asks, only a little teasing in his voice. He was a guitarist in a band, he had his fair share of women. If you looked over onto his coffee table you'd see a pack of Trojan's hidden not so gracefully under a magazine, a tell tale sign that he was used to this. But nobody had ever done this for him before and you were different, he'd never figured you'd be interested in him in this way.

He'd thought about you sometimes, in his weaker moments with a hand wrapped loosely around his cock. He thought about your plump lips, your soft tummy that was covered up all the time, your thick thighs that were always nicely covered by a skirt or shorts. He didn't think you'd ever worn jeans around him before.

Eddie couldn't believe he was actually touching you and you were letting him, whilst giving him a lap dance nonetheless. His cock jumps when you moan right next to his ear, your hips still tantalizingly grinding up against him.

The song comes to an abrupt end, your hips stilling slowly as the tape fades into another song. Eddie thinks this is it and that's as far as he'll ever get, you'll put your shirt on, steal your tape back and excuse yourself from the trailer.

Only you don't do that.

Instead you turn around, leaning forward into his chest, "Do you want to feel how wet I am?" you ask quietly, batting your pretty eyelashes at him. You take Eddie's left hand and drag his palm under your skirt, letting him feel how hot and achy your pussy is through the lace of your black panties and the nets of your tights.

Eddie gasps quietly, letting his fingers run between your lips and, yeah, you've completely soaked through them. You've gotten this wet giving him a lap dance, "You've got more of these right?" He asks, slipping his fingers through your fishnets with purpose. You nod your head quickly and he takes that as his cue to bring up his right hand to meet his left and rip your fishnets apart, leaving just the lace of your panties in his way.

With one swift movement he flips you down onto the couch so you're on your back with him hovering over you. His eyes look wild, his skin flushed red and his fringe already starting to matte down to his forehead. You can't help but think he looks so beautiful like this.

"I'm gonna touch you now, is that okay?" Eddie asks and, god, he keeps asking and making sure you're okay and you've never had that before. Maybe he's too sweet and this is too perfect, maybe this is just a dream and not really happening. You nod your head anyway, then he's pushing your skirt up your hips and slipping your panties to the side.

It's almost as if he knows what you like immediately, his calloused guitar player fingers slipping between your folds to rub at the length of your cunt, gathering up the juices on his fingers. He slowly slips his middle finger into you, loving the gasp he elicits from your open mouth when the cool metal of his ring hits your entrance. His thumb comes up to play with your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

Your breath hitches, "Oh, Eddie," you moan, eyes slipping shut as he fucks you with his finger at an almost languid pace. The feeling of his thumb on your clit is mind blowing and soon his ring finger is meeting his middle and sliding into you with ease. Your back arches off the sofa, a soft mewl leaving your lips.

"Do you like that, hmm?" Eddie asks and the teasing tone in his voice is obvious now, you can tell he's smirking down at you even with your eyes shut. You feel his free hand come up to move the lace of your bra away from your left nipple, exposing it ever so quickly before his mouth comes down to latch around it.

"M'so close," you gasp, eyes opening so you can look at what he's doing to you, one hand coming up to grasp at Eddie's hair, the tip of his tongue lapping at your nipple feeling like absolute heaven, quiet little 'uh, uh's falling from your lips as he fucks his fingers into you quicker, his thumb on your clit matching the pace.

Eddie's mouth comes off of your nipple slowly, the grin on his face so wide as he watches you fall apart, your hooded eyes looking down at his dark brown ones, blown out with lust. He's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive, like he's starved and you're the first meal he's had all week. "Come for me then, sweet girl," his voice is deep, almost primal sounding and it has you falling apart. Your legs clamp together and shake violently as your cunt squeezes around his fingers sporadically, a sudden gush of wet forcing his fingers out of you.

You gasp loudly, not wanting to open your eyes because Eddie has pulled himself away from you, sitting back on his haunches to see the damp patch left on his sofa between your legs, "What the hell was that? Did you just squirt?" he asks, confusion in his voice.

"I am so, so sorry," you whine, throwing your arm over your face to mask the red of your cheeks, "I've only ever managed to do that to myself, I don't know what happened."

You babble on and on, muttering 'sorry's until Eddie hovers over you again, pulling your arm from your face, "Hey, look at me," he speaks, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand until you open your eyes begrudgingly, "don't apologise, I didn't even know I could do that to someone. It was... it was so hot."

Eddie's voice is gravelly and you can tell from the way he speaks that he means every word, that him making you do that turned him on as much as you enjoyed it. You let your eyes wander south now, and his cock looks painfully hard pressed up against the seam of his jeans.

"Can I?" You ask quietly, bringing your hand down to the front of his belt and sweeping your nimble fingers across it. Eddie nods wildly, brushing his hair slightly out of his face to watch you unbuckle his belt. You've done this before, he can tell by the way your hands don't shake and how you pull open his belt so easily, the way you unbutton and unzip his jeans in one motion.

Eddie helps you pull his jeans and checkered boxer shorts down over his thighs, but he doesn't miss the way you gulp and suck in air sharply as his cock is freed.

It's pretty, you think, as you take hold of it in your hand. From dark, curly hair that nestles at his pubic bone, the way it curves ever so slightly to the left, the dark red of the tip, shiny with precum. It's thick, but not too thick. It's long, but not too long. It fits Eddie perfectly, you can't explain how but it just does.

You give it an experimental tug and Eddie sighs loudly, head falling forward to watch your hand slide along his length, "If you keep doing this I'm gonna cum before we get to fuck," he chuckles, but there's an edge in his voice that you know means he's telling the truth.

"Then what are you waiting for?" You ask, batting your lashes at him, not missing the way his cock jumps in your hand a little. You release him from your grasp quickly, letting him adjust himself so he's back in between your legs perfectly.

Eddie grabs hold of his dick by the base, lets the tip of his cock catch and drag between the lips of your pussy, getting it all nice and wet. You moan, eyelids fluttering a little, as he breaches your entrance, your cunt swallowing up every inch of him like he's meant to be there.

"Fuck," Eddie moans, head falling forward as he bottoms out, "you have no idea how good you feel around me."

You feel so full with Eddie buried in you like this, you can feel his balls nestled at your ass, feel the roughness of the hair on his thighs on the backs of yours, you can even feel his cock twitch inside of you, "Move, please," you beg, shifting your hips a little to get him going.

Eddie does just that, pulling back then shoving himself back in to the hilt. He already has no restraint, you know this isn't going to last long. Not by the way he's already moaning and already quivering.

"Can't believe we're doing this, sweetheart," He moans, draping himself over you as he fucks into you quicker, a rhythm finally setting in, "I've thought about you before, about your pussy, your tits, your face as you cum. I've thought about it all."

You gasp into his ear at his admissions, legs wrapping around his hips tightly as he fucks you with purpose, his cock catching and dragging on that sweet spot inside of you, his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit, "Really?" You ask, "What did I do in these fantasies?"

Eddie can't help the groan that escapes him, "Thought about your legs over my shoulders as I fuck you, thought about how your pussy would taste, how your mouth would feel around my cock. I bet you're so good with your mouth."

The moan that comes out of your mouth sounds absolutely feral, you grip hold of his chin with your hand to get him to look at you, your back arching as he fucks you deeper than before, "Fuck me until I can't remember my name."

It's like your words churn up something in Eddie's gut, because he's pushing your leg up to your chest, driving into you deeper and faster than before. The sounds are almost disgusting, the wet slap of his hips against your ass, the slick sound of his cock catching and dragging in and out of your cunt. It's delicious, he's driving you fucking wild.

"I'm gonna cum again," you pant, feeling it building up inside of you quickly, the tightening in your gut intensifying rapidly, "oh God, Eddie," when his name comes out of your mouth it's a loud cry, your cunt gripping around him sporadically as you shudder through your orgasm, hearing him grunt and moan above you as he drives into you faster than before, at an almost brutal pace.

"Oh fuck, fuck you feel so good, so good on my cock," Eddie groans, burying his face into your neck and biting down gently as he rocks into you roughly, cumming with so much intensity that he swears he's died and gone to heaven.

Your pussy is better than heaven, he thinks. He'd quite happily die now with his cock nestled inside of your tight heat.

He keens into your touch as you run your hands through his hair, burying them in when he slumps forward onto you, whole body going limp on yours.

"I take back everything I said about Def Leppard," Eddie mutters silently after a moment, mouthing still at your neck, "they clearly turn me on as well."

You can't help the little, barking laugh that escapes your mouth, that soon dies when Eddie catches your lips with his own, silencing you completely when his hand comes up to rest on the side of your neck, fingers behind your ear and nestled in your hair, thumb caressing your cheek. Kissing makes all of this real and wow his lips feel good. He's slow and gentle, kissing you slowly, completely different to the way you just fucked. It's nice, a stark contrast.

You'd talk about this soon, you were sure of it. But for now this was enough.

[lovejosephquinn]

Hey darling, I hope you're having a great day. I love your work and your writing BTW.

Since I'm a big sucker for any FRIENDS TO LOVERS theme, how about you've been in a friends group with Joe for a few years now. After all this mayhem (aka rise to fame) that happened to him this year, you finally meet him again in your group. You reconnect, still the same flirting between the two of you.

I JUST NEED ALL THE FRIENDS TO LOVERS FLUFF RIGHT NOW (no need for smut though)

Since, a touch-starved anon ❤️

Thank you so much 🥰

Absolutely joining you in being a sucker for friends to lovers, it's my most favourite trope. I'm really not proud of this however and I think it could've been much better; but I'll let you all decide! 🥺

You know the saying? keep your friends close... That was exactly your life's motto, they were for life and the close circle that you'd had over the last few years got you through anything. It wasn't until 2020 that you suddenly learnt you could be ripped apart from the person you were closest too in such a brief moment. The day that Joe got the phone call, the one that changed his life forever. You'd always secretly had a thing for him, not wanting to ruin your chances in case he didn't feel the same, but you kind of wished you'd told him before he'd got on the plane to go to America just a few days later.

Then covid hit, it just seemed to be one thing after another. Yeah you'd all manage to video call every now and then from your homes but it wasn't the same as actually being around one another. You'd have brief encounters through your phone with your friends and singular late night ones with him as if you didn't have anything else to say, you'd ramble on together till the early hours. Joe returned months later back to America to continue filming and the calls and texts came few and far between, he was busy all of the time and it wasn't entirely his fault but you got worried that this was it; that he'd forget you especially and you'd never see him again the way you always had, just merely through a television screen instead. It was different when everything he'd done had been filmed quite close to home, so you knew you'd always find him back at his flat eventually, but not having him around hurt and it made the feelings grow evermore; painful yet sinful when you'd think about him in every way possible.

You'd lost count of the many times you thought of him, keeping him in the forefront of your mind at all costs, day or night, no matter what you were doing, wondering mostly what life will be like for Joe after Stranger Things aired. You had spent countless hours over the years telling him to be patient, comforting him when he almost gave up on acting. You promised him the day that he sent his audition tape that he'd make it big, that one day someone would notice his talent and he'd take off into the industry big time. He'd just smile at you the way he did, his dimples approving of your promise but the look in his eyes, sorrowful and scared told an entirely different story.

Surely enough, the day that Season 4 aired, you and your friends were sat in your living room watching it, you all cheered when Joe came on the screen, shouts of excitement and gasps at the look of your friend with a long haired curly wig, clothes that just were not him, for example the ripped black skinny jeans, that was entirely mesmerising. Your mind was boggled at the way it didn't even look like him anymore, it was only his chocolatey gaze that reassured you Joe was behind that get up. His acting was outstanding to you all, giving him a mental standing ovation that he was on his way to stardom through his new role, he shined brighter than you'd ever known him too.

He'd stayed in America finishing off bits and pieces for Volume two, he'd facetimed you one day in his trailer after not hearing from him for a month, you stared him down the second his face filled your screen as he was in costume, ready to go film the last scene before they wrapped up. He caught you gawking a few times, he'd have you stuttering in response.

"What're you staring at?" How did he realise that was the case? Prick.

"N-n-nothing."

"You got the hots for me in a wig?" Joe barked a laugh, you instantly threw yourself into self defence mode shaking your head, your cheeks flushing in confirmation which made his smile beam from ear to ear.

You even called him Eddie instead of Joe at least twice, embarrassing yourself deeply but the laugh that erupted from his throat made it more than worth it. It wasn't until you both said at exactly the same moment that you missed one another, your voices spoke in unison and the emotion came crashing between you in an instant was electrifying, but you shook it off quickly when he got shouted from the door of his trailer shortly after and the call was ended abruptly, a pout from Joe's lips, his little puppy dog eyes giving you an apologetic look that he had to rush off. You didn't have time to speak about your feelings, you'd planned it all in your head the second you got to talk to him, but it just never came about - you were grateful yet full of regret.

Some time later, the group of you re-joined and sobbed hard through Volume 2, all decided collectively that he seriously deserved an award for this role, especially from the fact he could make fully grown men tear up at their own friend dying on camera. Your promise of 2 solid years ago came true and exactly 24 hours later, your social media was bombarded with Joseph Quinn this and Joseph Quinn that. Eddie Munson had created your friend celebrity status in the matter of a mere moment.

It wasn't until the summer that you'd all taken the time out of your busy adult lives to throw a party especially in Joe's honour for returning home, a nail biting experience for you indeed. Your friendship circle wasn't the same without him so it wasn't often that you'd all get together anymore. You couldn't wait to see him, you couldn't wait to tell him how proud you were and above all, you couldn't wait till you could utter the words I told you so. You'd done a number on yourself, making yourself look as good as possible so that he might notice. Your feelings overtaking you a little too much, maybe understandable after you'd not seen him solidly for the last year and a bit, so you thought you'd make an effort.

You watched through your kitchen window whilst you stood outside having a smoke with your friend, the front door opened and a crowd of people huddled around. A rush of nausea hit you like it was the first time you were seeing him again, the eye contact that was made between you through glass when people moved around to return to their previous conversation.

As the old saying goes in a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you, that quote was circling in your head until eventually Joe came sauntering out of the back door and you felt his presence solidly stood before you, staring, almost teary eyed from the obvious confirmation that he'd missed you the most. He looked the same, but different, his hair was curlier, face looked skinnier and body less defined from the weight he'd had to lose especially for the show but the same in the way his eyes sparkled and spoke a thousand words without him having to open his mouth.

You dropped the cigarette that was perched between your fingers and ran into his arms like some sort of romantic scene, wrapping yourself around him, your face held in position into his chest as he swayed you from side to side. You caught sight of a few people looking your way that were situated in the kitchen, one of them even mouthed get a room, mentally flipping a middle finger their way; all you cared about in that second was that Joe was around you again.

"God I've missed you Joey." You cooed, your voice slightly muffled from your face smothered into his chest.

"Missed you too love." The happiness radiated from his voice and butterflies swarmed your stomach.

People had always noticed in the past the flirty exchanges between the two of you. People had always commented that you would look cute together, there were only a couple of people out of the entire friendship group that knew of your true feelings, they'd been sworn to secrecy on the matter that Joe would never find out. There were always talks between all 3 of you, they'd always confronted their beliefs that they were 99% sure that he felt the same way but he was too damn shy and too stubborn of a person to admit it. If that was true then that made two of you.

The girl who stood outside with you had disappeared to let you have some time alone with Joe, patting him on his forearm as a brief encounter as she left to go back inside. She was one of the people that knew of your secret and had only in these last five minutes been telling you that you needed to make a move before it was too late. That you couldn't watch from the side-lines forever, twiddling your thumbs and gawking at him from a distance.

Indulging in another cigarette together, not quite being ready to go inside and share him with the rest of your friends just yet, you playfully and skilfully caught up with him, finding ways to bring into the conversation that all you wanted was him.

"You know Quinn, you've really broke the internet with Eddie. He's everywhere." You muttered and he rolled his eyes, not quite believing you.

"Stop saying silly things like that." He laughed, you pulled out your phone, showing him some of the screenshots you'd taken and they rolled back around swiftly, his lips parting at the wonderful things people had said about his character, unsure what to do with all the strange love coming from random people he didn't know.

"Did they let you keep the wig by the way?" Joe frowned, looking back to you, putting your phone back into your pocket and folding your arms together.

"I knew you had a thing for Eddie." Joe smirked. Not Eddie. You you fool.

"The wig made you think that?" You laughed over dramatically.

"I saw the way you looked at me on FaceTime Y/N, you were down bad for me with long hair." He stuck his tongue over his top lip, his stare intense waiting for your admission.

"Correction, Eddie..." You threw him off his high horse. "Yeah well, what can I say? A sexy ass metal head is just my type." You joked. His eyes grew with your response.

"I'd better get it back then." What was that supposed to mean? Your mind was all over the place in just 6 short words. "I've already got the leather jacket." He continued.

"Phew, I was scared you were going to miss that out." Stifled and forced giggles fell from your lips, you were nervous from the way Joe looked at you differently in that second, something told you it was good. You stood in silence for a few minutes and Joe looked through the window to see the rest of his friends deep in conversation.

"You wanna get going back in?" He said anxiously before moving toward the door.

"I told you so." You belted out quickly, grabbing at his hand, holding onto his fingers as if your life depended on it, he moved back towards you, a look of confusion taking over him.

"Wait, what?" He chuckled.

"I promised you that this was it for you. I told you so." You smiled, mirroring the shyness on his face, he softened in seconds.

"Don't be daft." His hand wrapped around yours, reciprocating the grasp as he swung it side to side, not letting go, even if your palms were now sweating from the soft touch, this somehow felt right.

"Well I'll always be your number one fan." You winked and his lips pursed together in the most adorable way, smiling as he looked to the ground. His free hand came up to stroke your cheek and it was like all of a sudden you'd fell into a dream that was all too familiar when you were sleeping.

Without any forewarning, Joe leaned down, replacing his fingers for his lips and planted a kiss on your cheek, his mouth hovering still against the heat from your face after, unsure whether he should of committed an act like that. Then he did it again, giving your hand a squeeze in reassurance when he stood back in his previous stance, an exhale of relief that you didn't let go or just bolt from his actions.

"I had no doubt that you would be, my darling." Your mutual stare became something intimate, you weren't sure where this was going but you were pretty sure that from that one moment, he'd always felt exactly the same and had just admitted it in his own way. Nobody had ever looked at you the way Joe did tonight.

[glittter-vamp]

Ohio Is For Lovers | J.B

CHAPTER 11

Joe Burrow x Reader.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Angst. Fluff. Mention of car accident.

Word count: 3k

Waking up the next morning in Joe's arms was a feeling that was unfamiliar yet still felt like home as much as you hated to admit it. The sun wasn't yet shining through the windows, which meant it was pretty early. You slowly tried to reach for your phone but Joe's grip on you tightened. "Nooo..." he whines against your shoulder making you laugh. "I have to text my boss and let her know I won't be coming in today." You chuckle and he slowly lets you go. You reach for your phone and it was barely 7AM. You noticed you had a bunch of missed calls from Mariana and texts as well. "I guess Ja'Marr brought the affair up." You sigh. "Why can't we have one day without drama." Joe yawns. You read the messages and you scoff. "She's basically doubling down and saying she's being falsely accused...also is saying some not so nice things about you for apparently lying to Ja'Marr about her cheating on him." You snort. "Of course she is, why would I even lie about something like that..." Joe sighs. "I'm not going to let her ruin my day today, she can wait." You say getting up after quickly texting your boss that an emergency came up and you . "Woah, come back to bed!" Joe says and you snort. "I have to pee and brush my teeth." You say slipping on the shirt he had given you last night. "Now you're getting dressed!? You ruined the moment." He shakes his head as he laid back down on his pillow. "You really thought you were getting morning sex weren't you?" You snort and Joe mimics you like a child making you shake you head before going into the bathroom.

After you use the bathroom and change you come back out and see Joe on his phone. "Ja'Marr kicked Mariana out." He says. "No.. fucking way." You look at him in disbelief. "That's what he texted me. Apparently not only was she cheating on him but she was using his money to do so. His accountant sent him charges of hotels, dinners...even sex toys and lingerie for her..." Joe sighs and your mouth hangs open. "What the hell is this girl doing..." You sigh shaking your head. "Is Ja'Marr okay though?" You ask. "He said he was going back home for a few days to clear his head and he'd let me know when he's back in town." Joe says setting his phone aside. "Well at least he seems to be taking care of himself somehow." You nod and Joe agrees. 

"Hey...I never asked you but how are you holding up with the whole baby stuff?" You ask him and he takes a deep breath. "I was a lot more disappointed than I thought I would of been...I haven't even step foot in the nursery. I guess I was starting to come to terms with it, getting excited at becoming a dad and then it was just ripped away from me." he shrugs. "I'm still really sorry about that...regardless of the circumstances I know you would of been a really great dad." You say giving him a small smile. 

"Are we still on for breakfast?" Joe asks changing the subject which you respect the hint that he didn't want to talk about that topic any longer. "Yeah but I really need to go home and change though, I don't wanna be in my work clothes from yesterday." You shake your head. "We can stop at yours on the way." Joe says getting up and going to the bathroom, completely taking in the view of his nude body. "Stop checking me out." Joe rolls his eyes. "You check me out all the time and I never say anything! Why can't I do it to you?" You say putting your hands your hips. " Cause you don't check me out, you eye fuck me. Especially when you see my ass." He says covering his bits. "Joe...your penis was quite literally in my mouth last night, stop being stupid and dramatic." You say giving him an annoyed look which made him laugh before he made his way to the bathroom and you very much check his ass out unapologetically. You then head downstairs grabbing your phone before doing so.

Joe eventually meets you downstairs wearing one of his weird colorful pieces of clothing again. You knew he wore it to annoy you but you decided to ignore it and not give him the satisfaction that he wanted. "Are were ready?" You ask him. "Yeah, your car or mine?" Joe asks. "Which ever, I don't mind." You shrug. "You drive." Joe says. "Aw, someone wants to be passenger princess?" You tease. "You damn right I do." You he says following you outside. Joe locks his door and you two get in you car. "Are you taking this car to Rhode Island?" Joe asks putting his seatbelt on. "Yes..." You eye him. "Hm..." He hums. "Are you judging my car right now?" You ask backing out of his drive way. "I didn't say anything!" Joe defends himself. "You didn't have too..." You mutter.

 "What if... you got a new car?" Joe says after a moment of silence. "Joe- No c'mon, hear me out. New state, new city, new job, new house...and you're gonna roll up in this old thing?" Joe says and you roll your eyes. "Joe, I'm looking to buy a new house there's no way I can afford that plus a new car." You shake your head. "Well I'd buy it for you." You Joe says. "What is with you and wanting to buy me?" You ask stopping at red light and looking over to him. "I like spoiling you, is that so wrong?" Joe scoffs. "Yes! You act like I'm some sugar baby..." You chuckle. "And!? Sue me." Joe scoffs. "Yeah I bet you'd like that so you have a reason to give me money." You say and Joe laughs. "What do you like? BMW? Mercedes? Land Rover?" Joe says scrolling on his phone as you drive. "Nothing, leave it alone...and your crazy thinking I can afford to maintain any of those cars." You scoff. "I'd obviously pay for that Y/N." Joe mutters seeming annoyed. "Yeah, that's gonna be so functional if we both start dating other people and you're paying for my oil changes, wheel alignments and tire rotations in another state. Be realistic here..." You chuckle. "What the hell is a wheel alignment and tire rotation?" Joe asks as if you talking another language and you snort. "I'm so glad you're a rich football player that can afford of not take care of his cars." You shake your head focusing on the road. Joe shaking his head and sucking his teeth.

You two make it to your apartment building and make your way up to your floor. Once you step out of the elevator you instantly spot Mariana sitting by your door. You stop in your tracks and look at Joe who looks at you. "Mariana?" You ask as you approach your door, she was on her phone sat by your door. "Oh my gosh, where the hell have you been?" Mariana says standing up. "What are you doing here?" You ask awkwardly. "Didn't you get my text? Ja'Marr came to me with some total bullshit about me cheating on him." Mariana says glaring at Joe who was standing behind you. "Uh, let's talk inside..." You say unlocking the door and letting them both in. "So what are you doing here?" You ask Mariana once you shut the door. "Ja'Marr came home last night and said that this one here saw me with a guy in my car and that I apparently kissed him!? He broke up with me and basically threw me out of the house! He barely let me even explain!" She says clearly fuming. "Well...did you?" You ask and Mariana scoffs.

 "No! I was just visiting a friend, we went out to lunch and that was it." She says clearly lying through her teeth. "Mariana...don't lie to me." You sigh. "Are you fucking kidding me?! You're going to take his side over mine?" I can expect that from Ja'Marr but you!? You're my best friend! " Mariana scoffs again. "Mariana...Joe described to me who it was. I know it was Cole." You bite your lip. "You have no proof!" she says. "Okay, now that's something someone would say if they're guilty." Joe scoffs getting annoyed by this conversation and you give him a look to be quiet. "You mind your own business, you have ruined my relationship with Ja'Marr for no reason! It's not my fault you fucked up any chance with Y/N and now you want to fuck up your friends relationship!" Mariana snaps at Joe. "Now Mariana, you know damn well that wasn't anyone's fault but your own." You roll your eyes hating the way she was deflecting. "Oh sure take his side, just cause he's the one fucking you and buying you stupid little diamond earrings! This is the guys that let a whole state and NFL fans call you the Cincinnati whore, do you not remember? God, you're more pathetic than I thought. Fuck the both of you." Mariana says leaving your apartment and slamming the door. You stand there stunned and a bit hurt by her comments before Joe speaks up. "I'm really sorry Y/N...she's just mad she got caught." Joe says rubbing your back. 

"She's going to retaliate." You say and Joe looks at you confused. "What?" he asks. "She's gonna go to the tabloids, sell a story about us...she knows about the baby Joe. She's gonna fuck us over....especially you since you were the one that saw her and told Ja'Marr." You say and he takes his deep breath. "Go change, I'll call my publicist to see what she says and can do...this woman is going to kill me." Joe sighs and you agree walking to your room. You couldn't help but let those words Mariana said, get to you. Even though you knew she was lying about her affair what she said about Joe wasn't that much of a lie. He did let you get harassed by his fans and let Emily lie on you. Though he apologized...you felt weird about it still but you decide to come back to that later. 

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It was later that evening now and you had spent the entire day with Joe. You didn't like the way Mariana left your apartment and you were nervous for what was to come. You were currently at Joe's with Sasha and Peyton telling them what happened with Mariana. "She went off on us too over the phone because we also don't believe her." Sasha shakes her head. You guys were having some wine with the Italian dinner Joe had ordered for everyone. "Just the way she got so defensive you know it's true." Peyton scoffs. "That's what I told her and she went off on Y/N about how she only believes me because we were hooking up." Joe rolls his eyes. "She's stupid...kind of makes me wonder why we were ever friends with her." Sasha shakes her head. "Well she wasn't always like this, she lied about petty stuff to get us out of dumb stuff but nothing like cheating on the guy she agreed to marry." You sip your wine. 

"Not gonna lie...it's making me second guess our friendship. Who knows what she's done behind our backs." Peyton says. "When she first got with Ja'Marr and I met her at an event she came onto to me." Joe speaks you and you guys all snap your head towards him. "Like...already being with him or before they got serious?" You ask raising an eyebrow at him. "They had just started dating, we went to a club and Ja'Marr went I don't know where and she started flirting with me and then she kissed me and I pushed her off. She was drunk out of her mind though." Joe says. "Oh she's messier than we thought." Peyton says. " Then something else happened at the thanksgiving dinner they had." Joe says. "Why are you just telling us this?" You ask Joe. "I didn't want to stir up drama plus I know definitely then you wouldn't have gave me the time of day." Joe says and Peyton snorts and you give Peyton a look. "But what happened? Did she try kissing you again?" Sasha asks and Joe shakes his head. "No, I went to get another drink while they finishing the Christmas decorations and she made some flirty comments which I ignored and then when she went to leave the kitchen she grabbed my ass and made some comment about how sometimes she wishes she could switch places with Y/N." Joe says, everyone shocked by what he said. "Joe, you should of said something that's...sexual harassment." You say and your friends nod in agreement. "I didn't want to stir anything up, plus she was pretty wasted booth times." Joe shrug's. "And!?" You three say in unison and Joe's eyes widen. "We're sorry...but I wish you would of said something. I would of confronted her." You say. "Confront my ass, you would of decked her in the face." Peyton laughs making Sasha and Joe laugh.

"So... you still think something is gonna come up on the internet soon because of Mariana?" Sasha asks and you nod. "100%, she was enraged! It's only a matter of time before she bites back." You sigh finishing up the wine you had your glass. "Well, we'll stick up for you. I kind of wish we would of gotten proof about the affair to throw that out there back at her if she does steep that low." Peyton says. "Maybe it's not too late." Sasha shrugs.  You guys finish up the delicious dinner and Sasha and Peyton both leave since they each had plans for later tonight, both reassuring you that everything was going to be fine. "I should head out too, it's been a long day and I'm ready for bed." You yawn as you finish helping Joe with the dishes, Joe making a weird groaning sound. "What?" You ask heading over to the door to grab your bag and put on your shoes. "You're more than welcomed to stay...I can run you a bath." Joe says giving you puppy eyes and you give him a look. "I appreciate the offer but I should really get home. I have to call my realtor in Providence tomorrow morning, he emailed me today about a few listings that had some good price cuts."  You say, Joe trying very hard to not roll his eyes or make a face. "He?" Joe raises his eyebrow and you suck your teeth in annoyance. "Yes. A He, what's the issue?" You ask crossing your arms. "Nothing...well can I call you tomorrow?" He asks. "Sure. Thanks for dinner by the way and for having my friends over." You smile at him. "Anytime...text me when you get home?" He says as you open the door and he follows you to the car. "Will do." You say opening your car door and getting into your car. 

"I still think you should let me get you a new car." Joe mutters kicking your tire. "I'm fine with my car and don't kick it." You roll your eyes and he kicks it again to annoy you. "You're so annoying." You mutter which makes him laugh. "Let me get outta here. "You sigh reaching to close your door. "Wait...no kiss?" Joe says stopping you from shutting the door. "Joe...we can't keep doing this." You sigh. "Why are you acting like...we didn't have sex last night?" He asks. "That's not what I'm trying to do, I just think that it's going to be harder for both of us to say goodbye when it comes time for me to leave Ohio... if we keep being intimate and acting like we're a couple." You sigh. "I get it." Joe says obviously upset that you said what you said. "Do you mean it this time? Because every time you say that, we end up in a bed together." You say and he chuckles. " That isn't the worst thing that could happen." Joe shrugs getting into your space and you roll your eyes. "You're so annoying." You say trying not so smile but you fail miserably. Joe goes in for a sweet kiss or two anyway, "Okay.. okay.. get outta my face Burrow." You fake a cringing face, making Joe chuckle. He obliges and shuts your door for you. You turn on your car after putting your seatbelt on and pull out of his drive way. 

Giving Joe a quick honk you wave at him, him waving back before you drive off. It was currently almost 8PM on a Friday so the streets of Cincinnati were still pretty busy. You decided to take the back roads to avoid traffic on the highway.

As you drove down the emptier roads, only a few cars in passing here and there you realize some asshole in a pick up truck riding your ass on the road. "What the fuck is this guys problem?" You say to yourself as you look at the lifted truck in the rearview mirror. You speed up just a bit more but notice the guy just gets even closer. "Pass me you fucking asshole!!" You say getting pissed off throwing your hand out and waving it to him outside the window to pass you. You focus your eyes back onto the road before you feel a hard hit on your car and your body jerk forward. You lose control of the car, it spinning out of control. Freaking out you try to regain control of your car by grabbing the wheel tight trying to stabilize it and pressing on your breaks as hard as you could. 

In a split second you see you're headed for a ditch, and everything suddenly went black. 

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A/N: This chapter was shorter than the last few but the next chapter is going to be a long one so don't you worry! Thank you for reading!!🖤

[music-orthemisery]

I’m back with actual thoughts. They’re not coherent, more rambling, but they are thoughts, so here you go!

I’ve been in the fob fandom for a while. I got into them during the hiatus, was on the very outside of fandom during srr, and joined during abap. I kinda floated in and out. This is all to say I’ve seen p2’s post hiatus interactions in various forms for years. I’ve seen people’s different theories, from they are romantically involved, to best buds, to that they are just coworkers.

maybe it’s just recency bias, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen them so close or so fond of each other. They just seem to be so… loving towards each other??? Like it’s the french cabbage comment night every night. “I’ve been reduced to the words you’ve chosen for me” who says that??? “You look especially good tonight” “play us a song, love”. and patrick doesn’t roll his eyes, or make a face. what the fuck??? Like, whatever you want to theorize their relationship is, there’s so much love there.

HIIIII ANON!

i know not what you speak of - this is perfectly coherent to me!

first off, i don't think it's recency bias at all as i've been defining SMFS as the era where they stopped giving a fuck. i'd argue that not only p2, but also fob as a whole, are the most comfortable and having the most fun than any other time in their career. their collective presence now is SO at ease and joyful - it's truly been beautiful to witness.

more specifically to p2, i think covid really challenged them and had them come to terms with what really matters in life. there has been tangible love between them since the very beginning, but i think they are less concerned about public opinion now and more willing to show that love more explicitly.

the media circus of the 00s' - which was even more cruel and invasive than it is now (IMO) - nearly ripped fob, and p2, apart. looking at sources from back then can give you a picture of that. let me tell you, though - living through it? it was...rough to witness. i'd be shocked if any fan who was paying attention then was SURPRISED by the hiatus.

sad, yes. but surprised? no.

post-h fob was A LOT more careful with their boundaries - they were still themselves, but they were definitely more reserved, especially in how they interacted with each other. p2 were especially more careful and there was definitely a particular...narrative being pushed. they loosened up over time, but. there was a VIBE...

i think the pandemic really did punt them into - fuck it, why don't we just be/do what we want? why are we keeping ourselves in this box? as pete has said many times recently - life is short, so do everything.

(i'd also....be very curious about their label change. you don't just switch labels for funsies. just sayin.)

at the same time, i don't think that trauma from the 00s will ever leave them, so, at the end of the day, they WILL opt to be more private than not, and i don't think we ever will know the true depth of their relationship.

i will end by saying that i REALLY struggle with the "just coworkers/patrick just puts up with pete/patrick is annoyed by pete/patrick,joe,andy put up with pete for the paycheck/etc." narratives that i see float around. i could go on a whole rant on that alone, but i'll keep it focused to this -

if p2 don't actually have the deep relationship they say they do, why do they keep saying it? why is the term "soulmate" being used in 2024? why are they still pushing the narrative about this if it isn't true? they could've left that in the dust YEARS ago. their fame does NOT count on that. fans are often blinded by the fact that this is a HUGE band and the majority of people who make them successful know NOTHING about their band dynamics. they don't need to engage in this "fan service" to be successful at this point, and it's certainly nothing p2 would agree to now after what they went through pre-h.

anon, this is probably more than what you were looking for, but all i'm saying is that your thoughts here are TOTALLY valid and please send more <3

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

First of all, CONGRATS on your follower milestone! 🥳💕

Second of all, could I request 11. "You butt-dialed me, and now we have some things to talk about." with Joe Velasco please? 🥰

~drabbles-mc 🖤

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Squad Room Secrets

Contains: Fluff, Fin being a fed up old man.

1.1K words

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” -  George Orwell.

"I'm going over tonight to watch the fight with her. I don't know man, I don't know where to start or what to say or how to say it."

Fin huffed, "I don't know Velasco, may start with how you feel. It's pretty simple."

Joe sat down like the world was resting on his shoulders, "Yeah Fin, that's going to go down great, 'hey y/n, I'm deeply in love with you and every second my not with you feels like torture' she's going to run for the hills."

Fin sighed, "Maybe not, maybe, you need to give her more credit than that."

Joe shook his head, "Like I said, even if I was going to tell her, I would have no idea where to start."

It felt dirty to listen to their conversation when you realised he hadn't meant to call, but after you heard the first few words, there was no stopping. You hung up the phone before Joe could realise what had happened and sat strewing for hours, thinking about whether you should rip off the bandaid or wait until tonight.

In the end, you decided it was better to face it head on and just call him. The phone rang a few seconds before Joe's voice came across the line, "Hey y/n, are we still for tonight?"

You took a deep breath, "You bet we are, but you butt dialled me, and now we have some things to talk about."

There was a sharp inhale, "How much did you hear?"

He sounded so worried, "I hung up when Fin tried to get you to role play."

Joe sighed, "Is this the part where you let me down easy?"

A little part of your heart broke that he was so ready to be rejected, "Umm, no, it's not. Look, we're both grown ups, and I'm not in the mood to hear Fin say he told me so fifty million times. We're both a fault here, I was just as chickenshit as you."

You could hear the gears turning in his head, "Are you saying…?"

"Yes Jose, I am saying that. I love you, I have for quite a while and I was intent on stewing in my own misery until you finally saw it but I see now that you are far too noble to make assumptions. I really need to get back to it but we can talk more about this tonight." It felt good to get it off your chest.

"That's great, I'd love that." There was a pause, "I love you y/n."

You sighed, "I love you too Joe."

****

You jumped and raced to the door when Joe knocked, and his face broke out into a smile when his eyes met yours, "Hey."

You waved, "Hey, you wanna come in?"

He nodded and kicked off his shoes as he walked through the doorway, "So, where do we start?"

You opened your arms, "How about a hug, we already do that." It felt different this time as his warm body wrapped around yours, "It's nice not feeling like a total perv when you hug me."

His laugh reverted through your chest like the drum beat of a well loved song, "I'm glad I wasn't the only one."

You never wanted to leave the safety of his arms, "You wanna sit down? They're just about to play to preshow."

He nodded, "Sure, you wanna talk first? We've got ten minutes."

You pulled back and shrugged, "What's there to talk about? Nothing's changed, not really. We're still going to do all the things we did before, it's just that we've added things and you can finally give up online dating."

He chuckled, "You're right. What did you cook?"

"I figured I had some making up to do, so I made your favourite." You pointed towards the oven, "And Creme Burlee."

He closed to distance again and took your face in his hands, "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, "Oh yes please." His lips didn't find yours right away, instead, he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly closed the distance. You were surprised that when your lips finally touched, there was no burst of fireworks, rather, it was quiet, like you and Joe were the only two beings in the universe.

There was a buzz in the air that you swore was coming from your own ears but Joe pulled back with a disappointed sigh, "Food's done."

The world returned in sharp focus, "That it is. I'll get it ready if you put on the fight."

He nodded, "Sure. I enjoyed that."

"Yeah, me too."

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"How is Fin going to get you back for being right?" You knew he would want something, he wasn't going to let it go with grace.

Joe snorted, "He said he's going to remind me about this until he retires."

You did your best to stop yourself from laughing, "Oh boy, you're going to be hearing about this for years."

Joe threw his arm over your shoulder and you turned your attention back to the TV as the fight continued. You flinched when a fist hit a face and Joe chuckled when your hand landed on his thigh, "You good there?"

You blinked and went to move but Joe placed his hand on yours, "Yeah, I'm good." He laced his fingers in yours, chuckling as you clenched it with every hit, "You're not normally like this, you love it most of the time."

You shrugged, "He looks like he's twelve. Plus, this ref isn't very good."

"We should go to a fight one day, on a date." There was a confidence in Joe you hadn't seen before and his smile had a certain charm.

"You don't need to convince me. Does this count as a date?" You were unsure, it didn't feel like a proper first date.

Joe shook his head, "No, this isn't a date, at least not a first date. We gotta go to dinner for that."

You nodded, "Ok, well do you want to go to dinner with me?"

Joe smiled, "Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you."

"So what does this count as?" You thought for a moment, "A get together?"

"Nah, we're just spending time together. You should get used to it, you're my girlfriend I'm going to want to spend a lot of time with you." He was definitely turning on the charm.

"I'd hope so, boyfriend." You paused, "That doesn't sound right, we're not twelve. Lovers?"

Joe suppressed a smirk, "Not yet. Significant other sounds nice."

You nodded, "Yeah it does. Which brings me to my next point, maybe you should stay the night and we can get coffee in the morning? Nothing has to happen, I just wanna make up for all the cuddling we've missed."

Joe smiled and moved closer before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, 'I'd really like that."

Fin

@mysoulisasunflower

[love-islike-abomb]

Renegade: part 23

Roman reigns x Scarlet (OC)

Warnings: smut, errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355

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Flying back home was something I always enjoyed with him. Having a gargoyle for a partner did have it's perks. The sun had set and it was beautiful flying over the city with the lights lit up.

"baby girl, you're shivering! Are you cold?" He asked

"we're little high up and it's cold up here!" I said snuggling into him. He was so warm "I don't know how you stay so warm all the time but at times like this I'm happy you are!" I smiled.

I heard him chuckle "what can I say? I'm hot stuff!"

I playfully rolled my eyes and let out a giggle "no lies detected!" I mumbled.

He reached the house and landed on the front porch "what was that pet?" He dared me to repeat.

We walked in the house and he changed back into his human form, stark naked and sexy as fuck "i said no lies detected!"

He smirked as he walked over to me with a cocky prance, my heart racing in my throat "my beautiful Scarlet!" He smiled "I love you more then you'll ever know!"

"and I love you Joe!" I smiled back putting my hand on the side of his face before he grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his lips to mine in a deep passionate kiss. Without thinking I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me up the stairs before pinning me against the wall by the bedroom door and kissing down my neck "these need to go!" He growled against my ear ripping off my shorts and panties with ease, his eyes glowing with lust "you're mine baby girl!" He growled before sliding inside me, both of us letting out loud groans of pleasure "fuucckk!!" he groaned as he slid in and out, the sound of our juices mixing filling the room.

"the things you do to me Scarlet! I can never get enough of you!” he growled, his hips snapping against mine with force.

"fuck Joe!" I groaned, biting my lip. Part of me knew when I said his name what was coming next.

"uh uh baby girl!" He smirked "what's my name?" He Angled himself so to hit my spot just right with each thrust and all in could do was scream in pleasure and throw my head back. His lips locked on my neck and after each thrust he kissed my neck. "Fuucckk!!" I groaned.

"what's my name baby?" He growled

"daddy!" I moaned out.

"that's my good girl!" He said with a deep chuckle "cum for daddy!" His dirty talk sent me over the edge "that's my good girl! Cum on my cock! Milk my cock with that pussy!!" He growled, his thrusts getting sloppier and harder "oh fuck baby I'm gonna cum!" He growled.

"cum for me daddy!" I groaned. I felt him twitch inside me and his hot cum spill deep into pussy. "Uhn!! Fuck baby girl!!" He groaned with a few final sloppy thrusts before stilling inside me, trying to catch his breath "I love you!" I smiled at him.

"and I love you!" He smiled, slowly pulling out of me.

A smirk formed on his face "let's get some sleep! I know I always wear you out but i wanna bury my face between those beautiful thighs tomorrow!"

[meetmyothersouls]

Darling Death

“You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the

Grim Reaper.”

- Robert Alton Harris

Chapter 1 - Day 1

I ran late for work that morning, but made sure to grab coffee on the way in. We normally didn't expect customers for another hour. 7 am was pretty early, even for book worms. I grabbed my mobile order from the coffee shop three doors down from my bookshop, Chapters that Change, and cursed under my breath as I saw someone already waiting outside.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" I said sympathetically as, I fished my keys out of my fringy cross body bag. I sloshed coffee on my t-shirt in the process. "Shit."

It was a man who was waiting. He looked familiar, like someone I knew or saw somewhere recently. He looked mysterious and maybe a little bit lethal in all black and mostly leather. Black leather pants, a black t-shirt topped with a light black leather overcoat that stretched down to his knees, and black boots, combat style. He didn't say anything as I profusely apologized and dropped my keys three times in the process of trying to unlock the front door. He just stared, an eyebrow arched--in amusement or confusion, I wasn't sure. When I finally opened the door, he slid in behind me, so close I should have been able to feel the warmth of his body.

"Do you need-" I started, turning around to talk to my mysterious customer. "help...with anything...?" He was gone.

I dove into my work, wondering where he may have gone, but quickly forgot about him as I processed new releases and donations. Chapter that Change was a bookstore that sold both second handbooks, and a select few new books, mostly from local and indie authors. I was able to spend most of the first hour in the backroom, scanning inventory and checking conditions of books, anything with ripped pages had to go went into a bargain bin, while anything with mold or water damage went into the garbage. Mold is like a disease to books once one has it, they all will.

Then, I felt it. He was behind me. I turned, my voice catching in my throat even though I knew He was there.

"I-you-what-"

He stopped there again. His arched eyebrow as menacing as it was attractive. He turned, looking behind him as if there was a possibility I was talking to someone else rather than the ominous stranger in my backroom.

"You can't be in here," I finally choked out.

He nodded once, turned again and walked out. I watched him through the slim glass window on the door, hoping he'd walk out of my store all together. Instead, he turned left, traveling deeper into the bookstore.

"Who are you talking to?"

I jumped, yelping as I turned around. Josie arrived through the back entrance, holding her coffee and a laptop, looking as confused as I felt.

"You didn't see that guy?" I asked looking over my shoulder. "He's..."

"Is he hot?" Josie asked.

"I mean, yeah he's hot but he's kinda creepy, like...in an ominous Joe Goldburg way, you know?"

"Oh, fuck. Where is he? Is he still here?" Josie sat down her coffee on top of her laptop, already making her way into the store. She was always looking for a causal fuck.

"He's out there somewhere," I said, waving her off. "Ask him to leave? He's creeping me out."

Josie was already gone, scoping the place out for the mystery man. I finished scanning in my stack of books and loaded my cart up, then dragged it out to the floor to stock. Most of the books on my cart were heavy, in both weight and content: Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King, Bram Stoker. I walked over to the second-hand horror section, stopping at 'K' for King. I got about four books on the shelf until I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me from the other side. I screamed, sending my cart flying down the aisle as I took quick steps away from Him. My back slammed against the spines of books behind me. Half of the books on my cart now strewn across the floor. He stood up straight, towering over the cases of books and made his way around until he was standing over me. He offered his hand in what I thought was to help me off the floor, but when I grabbed it my vision went black. Everything sounded like it was underwater and far away. I felt myself jerking on the floor, but I couldn't do anything about it. Then He appeared in the vision and behind him stood something taller, darker and evil. A cloaked figure, with seemingly no face. Boney hands appeared from baggy sleeves and held a 7-foot-tall scythe. The man from the bookstore knelt down and cupped my face gently and my convulsions stopped.

"My dear, y/n," He said, his voice backed by the dark, evil thing behind, speaking the same words he spoke, only several octaves lower. "You have thirteen days."

Then, the world came back into view, almost overwhelmingly so. The air around me was loud. The ground under me was cold and hard. My breathing was rapid and my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my stomach and ears. Josie stood over me, her eyes wide with fear.

"What the fuck is going on?" I shifted on the ground, backing myself into the bookcase again. "Oh my god, y/n, are you high?"

"What?! No! I don't..." I stood up, using the bookshelves behind me as leverage. I still felt weak, and I didn't trust my legs to support me. As the front door came into view, I heard the bell ding and the door swing shut as He left the bookstore.

"Hello?! Earth to y/n!?" Josie snapped in front of my face.

"No, no. I don't know what's happening." There was a sudden overwhelming need to follow Him. Like a gravitational pull that was dragging me toward the door. "Can you hang on a minute? I gotta check on something."

I left Josie, dumbfounded in the horror section as I ran after Him. He was easy to spot, but hard to catch up to. His strides were long, compared to my short ones. I had to run and push through the morning crowd on their way to work before I grabbed his coat and spun him around. Shockingly, he spun around, that same look of half confusion half amusement on his face.

"What the fuck was that!?" I yelled.

Passersby looked at me like I was crazy, giving me incredulous looks and side eyes.

"Whose she talking to, mama?" I heard a little boy ask, but that didn't register until much later.

"What was what?" He finally spoke, his voice the same was the one in the vision I had in the bookstore.

"Oh, for fucks sake," I said, already tired of His games and people looking at me like I was psychotic. I grabbed His arm and pulled him into the ally next to us. "You following me into the bookstore, barging into my backroom, and then grabbing my hand and giving me some fucked up vision or some shit! Who are you!?"

The man laughed, "You're asking the wrong questions, y/n."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

He shrugged.

"What was that?" I tried the question again.

"That was your fate."

"My fate? What the fuck does that even mean?"

"I wasn't expecting you to be able to see me," he said, annoyed.

"What? Can you please just try to make sense for five fucking seconds?"

The man took steps toward me, the heels of his boots heavy against the old brick of the alley. He stopped once he was close enough for me to feel the cold radiate off of his body.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means," his breath was so cold, "most people can't see Death coming."

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[hyperfixingfr]

I'd like to remind everyone that Hoagie being autistic isn't just a headcanon - it's heavily implied. It may have been intentional, it may not have been. My vote goes for it being completely intentional, however. I mean, this show does have a lot of diverse characters (even if some aren't the greatest representation for their diversity...)

I'm sure we all know this kid is like, super into planes. SUPER into planes. We've seen his room, right? Instead of hanging planets or stars from the ceiling like most kids do, he's got PLANES on the ceiling. For fucks sake, he (very passionately) wrote a presentation on the ENTIRE history of the airplane in the USA. Most kids don't have that kind of dedication for the things they enjoy. Also, no neurotypical kid, at age ten, knows the entire history of the airplane in the USA. It's clearly a special interest for him. He isn't hyper focused on it and putting his attention towards that subject and that subject only, however he does have extensive knowledge on it. That one was probably very obvious to just about every viewer. They don't really hide the fact that he's educated on the topic of planes. Something I do believe he's hyperfixated on, is anything Yipper! related. He's shown to be attached to that specific franchise, and whenever he's watching or reading something, it's almost always about Yipper!. He's never depicted showing interest in other media (beyond the Doctor Who rip off of the universe, which I'm 95% sure was SUPPOSED to be a joke about autistic people), as if he were hyper focused on Yipper! and currently unable to enjoy other media.

(Image depicts his room, which as you can see, is filled with stuff related to airplanes and Yipper!)

Onto something a little less noticeable. Hoagie has an unusual set of obtained knowledge. He can be considered mediocre at just about anything in terms of knowledge, yet he happens to know facts that not many people know (or care to know). It's not directly stated, but he doesn't have the best memory when it comes to things you literally just told him. Somehow, he manages to remember these facts, and along with that, remember minor details about his friends that they most likely told him long, long ago. This is a pretty common trait in autistic people.

This clip is a personal favorite of his facts and random knowledge. I mostly cropped this from a Tumblr because of the change in tone from Hoagie to Nigel, but I think it demonstrates exactly what I mean.

An even less obvious one is his mannerisms. He often fidgets with his hands or positions them differently whenever he's nervous, mostly near his face. He also stims a lot, vocally and physically. Things like rolling on the floor, repeatedly hitting something lightly, clasping his hands together, biting his nails, tapping his foot, and many more. He seems to have an anxiety disorder of some kind, so this stimming is mostly as a way to calm himself down.

One thing that I know is definitely overlooked is how affectionate he is, especially with his best friend. He gets very touchy with Wally, holding him close very often, standing in front of him in an attempt to shield him, holding his hand, and at one point even kissing him on the cheek in a S6 episode. He's touchy with Tommy, too, as they tend to hug very often. Some autistic people hate touching others, but there are quite a few who actually feel touch starved and need to feel physical contact with people close to them. He's also very affectionate verbally, too. He's often trying to compliment his friends, and even stated in an episode that he's "a bit of a softie" for defending Joe(?). He was shown in a very early episode feeling sad because of a mistake he made that caused everyone to feel annoyed with him, which can be linked to high empathy (along with everything else affectionate he does). He seems to avoid verbal conflicts, and seems especially emotional after any conflict he does get into. He seems to suffer from too much empathy.

Summary: he's just a silly little guy

[stanfordsweater]

Happy WW Ava! If Dean didn't go pick up Sammy at Standford to find John, do you think Sam would have eventually come around to find Dean on his own? Or do you think it always HAD to be Dean that caved first and reached out to Sam at some point?

WHAT A QUESTION for me to answer three months late

i'm of two minds-- on one hand, if dean broke in to sam's apartment a little earlier, if he had decided to check it out while he was waiting outside for hours, if he wanted to see for himself how much sammy had changed, if he knew sam's schedule and knew he'd be in class or working and wanted to stand where he stood, just for a minute, in case sam told him to get gone-- and if he saw jess' easel, their shared bed, the picture of john and mary, a conspicuous absence of anything dean... maybe he leaves. maybe he drowns saving lucas in 1x03. or maybe he dies in any of the other ways hunters die, young and bloody. maybe john gets ripped apart by demons, and sam finds out years later, knowing they died exactly how he said they would and knowing he wasn't there to bear witness.

on the other: lets say dean does all of that, in sam's apartment, and instead of seeking out hunts he throws himself fully into his search for john. lets say 6 months pass. lets say a year. lets say some strings get pulled and sam doesn't get into law school (after all, there's some powerful forces that need him raw and ready). sam takes a year off, tells jess he's going to work and think on what comes next, and he starts checking the paper again. sam and dean end up working the same case and we experience the most awkward family reunion of all time. ("A YEAR?" "okay, joe college.")

all that to say: i think that dean seeking sam out is an immutable event, and even if in his grief and rage and pain, that stays constant. whether he can bring himself to face sam is another question with very interesting answers. i don't think sam would seek him out, or at least, he wouldn't admit it to himself-- but if his Totally Normal Dreams lead him to chasing a lead because he caught a glimpse of jawline and shoulders in a dream he had-- well, that's his damage.

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

I miss Joe. The Joe and Taylor I thought was going on. I find it hard to believe it’s over and this is the new guy. It’s just not real. He must have been totally different from what we knew in the music. I think some of the music she said was fiction was actually real but disguised for privacy. Do you think she’s just distracting herself to get through tour?

That’s what my friend said last weekend. She doesn’t listen to Taylor’s music or know anything about her, but she also just broke up last Nov with her longtime boyfriend of 8 years.

They were supposed to get married in January. And he changed his mind. She said she needed a lot of distractions just to keep from thinking about it too much and that’s probably what Taylor is doing now just to cope especially with everyone watching every little thing she does.

It's a wild adjustment and crazy condensed timeline of a lot of drastic changes - I understand that it's a lot (some might even say too much!) to process and the default reaction to feeling overwhelmed sometimes is simply to reject it all. I get it.

The thing about Taylor is that one of her most truly accurate depictions of herself is in the line "Lover" itself: Swear to be overdramatic and true to my ... lover.

Taylor is a writer first and foremost. She is optimistic and passionate and fiery and loves love. We have ten albums worth of songs about people she once loved, and loved with the sun exploding, I-put-my-whole-heart-hips-body-soul into. And every single picture she captured was an emotion or a moment or a fleeting feeling she tapped into that was real to her once.

"I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep" "I loved you from the very first day" "The one real thing you've ever known" "Please don't be in love with someone else" "I realized I loved you in the fall" "I never knew I could feel that much" "We're bulletproof / You know for me, it's always you"

To be painted by Taylor's loving brush is tender and alive and real and poetry set to a score. And isn't it crazy that all of those lines are about different people and different lives and loves she's felt? And those being past doesn't mean they died there or stayed there or are no longer real. It's all still present tense because she's still here and living (laughing loving). And we're going to get the next chapter depicting this part of her life when the time is right that will hopefully provide more context and vivid shades of her life for us to get emotionally ripped apart by.

Breakups are never easy and I'm sure she's feeling a billion different emotions every single second. And truly yes a classic Taylor move is evade and distract yourself from the deep feelings you're feeling ... until you give yourself permission and space to really feel them. At which point we will get: See previous para.

[lovejosephquinn]

Hey there!

Can you make a Joe Quinn x reader where they meet on ST4 set and are good friends but are starting to be friends with benefits and later on they begin to fall for eachother but they don't know that from eachother and one night at his house he suddenly tells her in bed he loves her more then a friend and in panic she goes away and doesnt speak to him for weeks and Maya only knows about the benefits things and says why its so hard to confess her feelings and at the premiere she tries to avoid him as much as possible and later he drags her away and she explains she loves him too but she's scared cause she got hurt in her past relations and he assures her he isn't like that and they get together? :)

Oh, hi lovely. This has really got my brain working and I was mentally cheering you on for a hot second. I'm excited to see how it pans out, thanks for requesting :)

Warnings: sweet fluff, heart breaking drama, smutty smut, swearing and a mild mention of abuse

UNDER 18'S DNI x

Word Count: 3.7k

A Bittersweet Love. Joseph Quinn x Reader Requested by @kellysimagines

There was no telling when you got the role as one of the new upcoming characters of Stranger Things on what friendships you'd make and what could go on behind the scenes, but the day you met one Joseph Quinn, your world changed forever. On first meeting with him, you knew you were attracted to him in every sense. His eyes, the way they watched you intensely when you had something to say, the way his smile would soften at the sight of you, the way he would touch you if you cracked a joke or mentioned pretty much anything. Touch was definitely his love language. Joe had also newly joined the cast so that first day when you walked into the table reading, you made sure you tagged along with him and Mason, the original cast made you feel so welcome, so it wasn't long before you were mingling altogether.

Months into filming, time was going on and scenes were heftily coming together one by one for each episode. Yours and Joe's bond had grown strong since you had so many parts to film together. Between takes you'd notice Joe was always looking your way, but when you glanced over, he'd move his gaze elsewhere, you'd only notice because you were sneaking a quick glance back at him.

There was one particular day that would remain in your memory forever. The director had yelled cut and called it a day for filming. As you approached your trailer and headed in to get back into your normal clothes, shortly after, a subtle knock came. "Come in." You quickly tugged your shirt down over your chest as a too familiar face opened the door and peaked in. "Hey Y/N, got a second?" You nodded as you straightened your clothes out and grabbed your hairbrush from the side. You gave Joe a quick once over, his hair was slightly flattened down by the wig he'd been wearing all day and not seeing him in leather and ripped jeans but rather a plain white t-shirt and grey sweats was certainly a pleasant change, he was quite easy on the eye.

"Today was a lot. Just wondered if you wanted to grab a drink together?" You couldn't deny that face that puppy eyed you, hoping you'd say yes. "Sure, got nothing better to do anyway."

You waited outside Joe's trailer who'd fluffed his hair up, changed into some spare smarter clothes that he'd had left on the side from a previous day, he wanted to make an impression, you weren't the only one who had a profound attraction to the other.

Back at the hotel the majority of the cast stayed in, you went into the bar situated on the ground floor, it was empty which Joe favoured because that meant he had you all to himself. You shared a few drinks and you'd finally got a minute to actually get to know each other a lot better, finding you had more in common than you initially would have imagined.

Maybe it was the alcohol going straight to your head when you had mentioned him coming up to your room to carry on talking a little more, making the excuse that you were having a good time and you didn't want the night to come to a close quite yet. Of course, that wasn't disputing that you weren't having a good time, but you were certainly more confident once you'd got a few down you and you were a certified horny drunk. He agreed anyway.

Laughing as you had been the whole time you were around him since the moment you'd walked out of your trailer, you arrived back at your room. You both had been pretty touchy feely with each other for the whole night, at one point you could've sworn you saw a thick outline in Joe's trousers when he'd said something that had made you throw yourself into fits of laughter and you put your hand down on his thigh, rubbing it slightly as you moved away, but he crossed his legs so you never got to confirm it.

You both kicked off your shoes and sat down on your bed, legs spread out next to each other. You thought you were reading the situation right when Joe put his arm round you. "I'm so glad I got the chance to meet you Y/N, you're an amazing person." Yeah, the alcohol was definitely talking through the both of you now. You found yourself turning your heads to face each other as you got closer, little by little. Joe's eyes were fluttering between your eyes and your lips and before you could blink again, Joe's hand came to meet your cheek as you leaned into his touch and he gave you a subtle kiss, testing the waters to see if it was ok. What he didn't see coming was when he pulled away, you quickly returned the kiss back but this time, sloppily crashing your lips onto his. The kiss was hot, extremely hot for two people that were just friends. As the sudden turn of events grew stronger, Joe laid you down and leaned over you, pushing his tongue straight into your mouth, dying to taste you.

Eventually you found him moving himself to lay on top of you, feeling his extremely apparent erection move down and grind into your thigh. You moved your leg up slightly to meet his hard on which earned a hot mouthy groan from Joe, once you'd moved it back down you could feel the jolt of electricity shoot down to your core as you clenched your legs together. Joe broke the kiss first, leaning up slightly to look directly into your eyes, the guy had such an intense stare and your heart raced rapidly. "C-can I touch you?" his hand was hovering down above your left thigh, the fact he was asking permission was sweet, but you knew all dignity was out of the window now he'd got you into a hot mess. And boy were you both down for this. You sat yourself up and removed your shirt and jeans, throwing them to the side quickly to show him that you were indeed wanting him to go further with his actions. Joe wasted no time in palming his hand over your wet clothed panties. "Jesus, you're soaking already, did I do that to you?" You shot him a look of slight confusion. "Who else, you idiot." He rolled his tongue over his top lip as he let out a snort of laughter. Moving your panties down and off you quickly, he pushed his index finger between your slit and stroked up and down in an agonizingly slow motion. "More." you whined out. He granted your wish quickly, pushing his finger straight inside of you. "Fuck you feel tight, you're going to feel so good when I get inside of you." He didn't want to assume that's where this was going but the slip of his tongue got the better of him; that made you raise an eyebrow. "Oh, is that what you're going to do huh?" His fingers started to work you faster as he leaned up to use his other hand to rub circles on your clit. He was a fucking professional. "Is that what you want?" If the moans that escaped you didn't prove otherwise then the boy was clearly a moron. "I said, is that what you want?" You nodded quickly, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. "Answer me Y/N." His eyes had become darker now, there was not a glimpse of brown to be seen in them, instead a heavy black tone full of lust and want. The dominant side in him showing was extremely unexpected, but in a good way. "Please, Joe. I want you to fuck me." He grinned cheekily at you, knowing you were close when your head couldn't have fell any further back and you were whimpering for him to go faster. "Not before you cum."

"I-I, oh my g-god, I'm going to..." you couldn't finish your sentence as your orgasm washed over you, your whole body stiffened, your eyes squeezed tight, and your toes curled as you moaned out his name several times. He released his fingers from your now gaping hole and pushed them straight into your mouth without warning, you obeyed and sucked them clean whilst he was grinning right at you, pleased and so turned on by how sexy you looked doing so.

Pulling his trousers and boxers down, you eyed up his hidden body part. You'd be lying if you said it hadn't crossed your mind how big it might be, you'd clearly been internally thinking about this man for months, a little hard not to when you spent every day with him. His cock was thick and an average sized length, perfect. As he knelt down at your feet on the edge of the bed, he leaned over and yanked you up by your hand. "Spit on it, pretty girl." You did as asked, spat into your hand and rubbed it over the reddened mushroom shaped tip and up and down his shaft, pumping him a couple of times, earning a sharp breath in between. He pushed your shoulder back harder than anticipated, you were laid beneath him now. Joe didn't waste time in letting himself adjust before pushing himself inside of you, both of your moans filled the room in no time. He was brutal, he slammed into you as hard and fast as humanly possible. Fucking you was a complete understatement, this felt desperate, like it'd been wanted and waiting to happen by both parties for a while.

"I knew you'd feel like heaven, fuck you're so beautiful Y/N." Wait, did he just call you beautiful? You pulled him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could get even deeper, clawing at his back relentlessly and definitely leaving a trail of nail marks.

"Fuck, I'm g-getting close, I knew you'd be the death of me."

You were almost there again, searching for your second orgasm which came upon you quick and fast when he hit a certain spot inside of you. "Joe, Joe please, you fuck me so good." He felt your walls clench and tighten around him as you fell apart underneath him, crying out an inaudible string of words. Joe quickly pulled himself out you and began to pump himself fast, finally finishing all over your stomach. "Holy shit." You were both breathing rapidly, spent from clear desire for one another.

Joe spent the night with you in your bed, completely abandoning his room until morning when he'd sneak out unnoticed.

That was how it went on for the next few months, you'd decided from that first night this was going to become a regular occurrence, a friend with benefits kind of situation. It'd happened nowhere but yours or Joe's hotel room and you were never caught, that was until one day Maya confronted you to one side on set. "Can I ask you something Y/N?" You nodded at your friend.

"Sure, anything."

"What's going on with you and Joe?"

Shit, wait. what?

"What Quinn, or Keery?"

She let out a laugh which quickly faded when she pursed her lips together and folded her arms. "You know which Joe I'm referring to. What's going on?"

She knows.

"Save it, I already know. You know it's easy to find out when the walls are quite thin, and I can hear the two of you going at it like rabbits. I'm not saying it's a bad thing but just be careful Y/N."

Your cheeks reddened and you begged her not to tell anyone else. Maya had become quite a close friend to you during your time filming and you knew you trusted her - you just needed that piece of mind.

The attraction was growing stronger with Joe, and you had confided in Maya a few days later and told her that your feelings were becoming a more than friends feeling. She sat in your trailer with you as you held your head in your hands.

"Do I break it off, or do I carry on? Help a girl out."

She patted your back as she hooked her arm round you into a side hug and you rested your head on her shoulder, glad of the embrace.

"Do whatever you feel is right, only you know yourself."

You'd made the decision to not put an end to what was happening with Joe, because over the last nearing year you'd spent with him and the months you'd personally spent together, you'd formed a pretty solid friendship and an even higher sex drive. The thing was it wasn't just becoming meaningless sex anymore to either of you, it was the cuddling after, or the subtle personal touches on set, or taking you to one side between takes where nobody could see and wrapping your arms round his neck whilst you kissed the shit out of each other. Joe was secretly pining for you too; it had become a mutually unknown feeling between the two of you. Love.

The final day of filming was tomorrow and then you'd be returning back home until you were called out for the premiere of the new season where you'd all meet again. That night as you were both completely fucked out laid side by side in Joe's bed from the mind-blowing sex that'd just occurred. You'd got up to go to the bathroom as you did recently straight after the deed was finished, because if the feelings weren't intense enough now, Joe had begun finishing inside of you, so you always needed to sit down on the toilet after to flush his seed out of yourself. A dangerous game you knew, but it felt so good.

Walking back into the bedroom to see Joe had gotten into the covers properly to settle down to sleep. His mood seemed to have altered completely, he was twiddling his thumbs, his stare falling intensely on his hands.

"Everything okay, Joe?" you let out a small smile to see if he'd return it, he usually did. He sat up quite abruptly and looked over to you.

"What are we Y/N?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what is this. We've been doing this for a long time now."

You slowly started to put your night clothes on you'd kept in his room for when you stayed over, saving you having to go back to get anything and risk getting caught.

"It's a decision we made together to have a little fun every now and then, we're friends?"

"Friends, don't cuddle in bed and spend every night sleeping next to each other. Friends don't do all the shit we do Y/N."

You sat on the edge of the bed staring directly to him as you felt a sickening feeling erupting in your stomach, a slight hint of sadness shown in his eyes.

"What are you trying to say Joe?"

"I guess, over time. I don't want to just be your friend. I can't be someone's friend that I feel more for, way more. I-I love you."

Woah, woah woah. He loves you?! Inside you were screaming that you loved him too, but you just couldn't bring yourself to say it back.

"No, I can't hear this, you don't love me."

He looked away to anywhere but at you when a single tear declined onto his cheek, rolling straight off onto his arm.

"I do love you; I've loved you for a while now, I just couldn't risk fucking this up and now I clearly have because you don't feel the same. If you really don't feel the same, walk away now because I can't risk doing this any longer, it'll kill me."

You stood up as your heart cracked, you didn't know what the hell to do, so you walked, you collected your clothes off of the floor and left to go back to your room. You heard Joe call your name twice as you were heading out the door, but you didn't look back. Closing the door behind you slowly as to not attract attention from anyone else, you heard faint sobs coming from the heartbroken soul you'd just left. Stupid girl.

The last day of filming was so surprisingly hard to act like everything was ok, but you got on with it. Having to stand next to Joe whilst the cameras were rolling. Let's put it this way, it's a good job you both were professional actors, because the reality of last night that was stuck in your head was disgusting and if you weren't you would of surely broke there and then. When the Duffer Brothers had yelled cut and announced the ending of filming, thanking all of you one by one, you all embraced each other and said your goodbyes. Everyone except you and Joe, you avoided him like the plague.

A couple of months later of being back home and before you knew it, you were being flown back for the season premiere. Everyone looking extremely dapper and gorgeous in their get ups as you stared around, linking arms with Maya, keeping her close. She was pretty much the only one you'd kept in contact with over the last couple of months, you'd told her everything that had happened that last night before filming ended and she had scolded you for not telling Joe you felt the same way back and that she admired his confidence which you had clearly been quick to put down, although she quickly understood when you'd gave her the reasons why and as your friend, she was there for you and you were grateful for not just her loyalty; but her honesty too.

Joe was the last to arrive and you noticed him through the crowd of people as he wandered past you with Charlie and Natalia. You took a deep sigh and Maya gave you a reassuring tug of the arm when she led you over to them. "It'll be ok Y/N, you really need to explain all of this to him though, at least give him closure, it's not his fault - you both created this and it's the least you could do."

God damn it, she was a woman of sense, and she was so annoyingly correct.

You gave hugs to your co-stars, asking how they were and exchanged in light conversation, still not even taking a glance at Joe, who was constantly looking at you the whole time. From your peripheral vision, you couldn't tell if it was still a look of hurt, hate or he was just listening to what you were saying.

Maya, put her hand onto your back and gave it moderately large nudge, clearing her throat as you looked straight to her. She motioned her head subtly at Joe.

"Hey Joe, can I talk to you alone for a minute?"

"Um, okay." He pretended in front of Charlie, Natalia and Maya that he didn't know why, but Maya knew exactly why.

You found a quiet corner where nobody was around and you took a deep breath in, looking down at your shoes. "You look beautiful tonight Y/N, it's good to see you, I hope you've been-"

You cut him off quickly. You didn't know what else to do. "I love you."

His eyes widened like a deer in headlights. "What?" he gulped hard; anyone would think he didn't expect this.

"I love you; I really do."

"Then w-why, what? Why didn't you say anything that night?" It was time to confess, it was time to for the truth to come out.

"Because I was fucking scared out of my wits Joe, nobody has told me they loved me since my ex and that was pretty hard to believe in the end. Especially after what he-"

You hitched a breath in your throat, you didn't want to cry in the middle of this damn event.

"Wait, what did he do?" He was clueless to anything to do with your ex-boyfriend, and he learnt swiftly why you didn't reiterate those three words back to him that night.

"Well, clearly he never loved me, he used me for sex when he needed it, he cheated on me several times and I was mentally abused by him for years in a controlling sense. I got out when I finally figured I was worth more. It's took a while for me to get back to being me again, you helped with part of that, showing me that I was worth a damn and I guess I was terrified when you told me because I was thinking it'd just end up the same."

Joe didn't need to hear another word; he knew that the burning feeling of anger in his chest that someone would hurt you in the way was enough, but he wouldn't dare show that emotion.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry that someone would do that to you and me telling you that I wouldn't do such a thing won't just snap you into being with me. But let me prove it to you, we'll take things slow, please just give me a chance."

You were practically shaking by this point and Joe put his arms out to hug you, you welcomed it and felt the familiar strong arms wrap around you, stroking your head so lovingly. You can't deny him of the chance to prove it to you, you just had to know one thing.

"Do you still love me too?"

"I never stopped, you broke my heart that night but if you're willing to give me the opportunity, you can help heal my heart and I can break your walls down and be the best damn boyfriend there ever was. I really appreciate you telling me, and I understand now."

Oh, he loved you. He really fucking loved you. You leaned up without any word of warning and kissed him, not in the way you used to, but one that passionate and full of sentiment. He held your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt him smile into the kiss.

As you broke the kiss you took a hold into each other's arms again and spied Maya out of the corner of your eye grinning wildly at you, giving you a nod of approval, she was proud.

Since the day you'd laid eyes on Joseph Quinn, you'd not been able to deny him of anything bar that one night where it came crashing down. That was a blip that could slowly be forgotten, you were indeed his and you know that he was yours. That was more than enough.

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“Fuck!"

It's an exclamation from Nicky over the radio that makes Booker stop so abruptly that Nile runs full tilt into him; her face making acquaintance with his broad back and she just barely avoids accidentally shooting him in the ass with her gun.

"Damn it, Booker!" She hisses, heart pounding in fear of being overheard by the drug dealers who are about to be put through the wringer by them. "What the hell wa-" She begins in a whisper, irritated by what caused him to stop.

He interrupts her with a raised hand, signaling her to be quiet, and Nile obediently shuts her mouth. Of course, she knows how important it is on missions to agree upon something and trust each other, so she swallows her growing curiosity with difficulty, waiting dutifully instead.

For a handful of heartbeats, it seems like he's listening to something, but when Nile pricks up her ears, all she hears are the noises of the warehouse - the radio remains silent.

"Okay," Booker finally whispers, and starts moving again. "Let's keep going."

The closer they get to the drug dealers about to load another shipment, the sharper Nile's perception becomes, and she falls into the rhythm of objective focus that allows her not to be affected by overwhelming excitement or fear.

Booker gives her a small grin and nods wordlessly at her, silently counting with his fingers, ready to heckle the drug dealers through Andy and Joe on the other side. Three, two, o-

"Motherfucking shit!" The next curse rings out on Nile's radio and once again Booker freezes, pressing his back against one of the containers. One of his long arms also pushes Nile further into the shadows.

Booker's strange behavior deeply confuses Nile and she notices a drop of sweat slowly trickling down her temple. As he begins to retreat, pushing her further back as well, she braces herself against him with little success, but has to give in so as not to draw the enemies' attention to them after all.

Only when they are out of earshot, outside the warehouse, and the icy wind makes her shiver, she confronts him, irritated by now. "What are you doing? We were almost there! Did you get cold feet? Or did I miss something?" Nile actually always thought her perceptiveness was more than good. "We can't leave Andy and Joe alone with them!"

"Andy and Joe are on their way back to the car, too," Booker replies, his breath a bright cloud in the night air. "The mission's off."

At first, Nile thinks she has misheard. "O…sorry, what?! Are you kidding me?"

Calmly, Booker stows the explosives he was going to attach to the vans in his backpack. "Do I look like I'm kidding?" He asks, slightly amused, and Nile has no idea what he finds so funny.

"Booker?" Andy's voice crackles in Nile's ear.

"Already on our way," Booker answers her unspoken question, and Nile has the hated feeling that she is missing something important.

"All right, see you at the car."

As Booker starts walking the way they'd just taken with careful caution, Nile trudges behind, grumbling.

"Could someone explain to me what has fucking changed with our plan in there?" Even though she's been part of the team for several months, the others continue to tend to forget that, as a newcomer, she has no idea about insiders or secret maneuvers.

Booker takes pity on her with an apologetic look and slows his steps so she can catch up to him. "Nicky swore," is his only explanation, and Nile is about to punch him in the shoulder.

"I’ve noticed. So?" She asks impatiently.

"Have you ever heard Nicky swear?"

A little, Nile feels like a student that is pointed towards the answer of a riddle by a teacher who wants her to solve it independently. But as she ponders Booker's question, she's surprised to realize that she's actually never heard Nicky curse.

Part of her protests firmly, because everyone curses at some point, right? But even as she strains her brain and digs into memories, she can't find a moment when Nicky had cursed in any form.

Last Monday, half his shoulder had been ripped off in an explosion, and though Nile had been able to tell he was in great pain, Nicky had endured the healing of the injury with a stoic expression.

Yesterday he had accidentally burned dinner, but instead of swearing, Nicky had merely sighed and then made a delicious meal from scratch.

"Nicky doesn't just swear," Booker puts her thoughts into words. "Which, by implication, means the shit is going to hit the fan when he does swear."

"Makes sense," Nile reluctantly admits, suddenly strangely glad to be out of the warehouse, to which she gives an uneasy look. "But the first time Nicky cursed, you didn't abort the mission yet."

"I was waiting to see if he would swear a second time." Booker seems to have been seized by an inner turmoil at Nicky's curses, showing Nile that this is indeed a serious matter.

"It's very simple, Nile. One curse is something like a red flag, okay?Swearing twice means immediately canceling the mission, and three curses means we should take to our heels." Subconsciously, Booker's walking pace increases and Nile struggles to keep up with his long legs.

"Keep that in mind. Got our asses saved a lot of tim-"

An Italian curse cuts Booker off. Even though Nile's Italian is a little rusty it must be quite a heavy curse by the face Booker pulls.

And Nile starts running.