#joey quinn imagine

[saltnsugarbear]

you're intertwining your soul with somebody else (18+)

summary: you and your boyfriend invite someone new into your bed...

title from: "Somebody Else" by The 1975

word count: 5.2k

content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! oral (r!receiving), cuckholding, protected sex (JOEY DONT PLAY SORRY YALL), squirting,,,,, multiple positions 🕺

side note: literally actually snatched a dialogue line from chats with Olive but it was just too good. update I've taken another. this fic co written by Olive Berzattosgf. 100% caters to me and Olive today sorry guys <//3

this first divider from @/strangergraphics and the cigar and whiskey from @/thecutestgrotto

This is how it starts. With a simple 'thank you.'

"What was that?" Joey asked you when Lip walks away.

"What was what?" You frown at him.

"That," He gestures at where the bartender had been.

"Joey, I don't know what you're talking about." You tell him, glancing at your boyfriend before taking a sip from your drink.

"'Thank you,'" He tries to mimic the way you had thanked Lip for your drink. Tries to mimic the way your voice dips into that sultry tone you usually use against him.

"I did not say it like that.." You grumble, face flushing. Joey scoffs next to you and you don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes. A moment passes before Joey sits up straighter, flagging down someone. You follow his gaze and your breathing catches when you spot Lip down the bar.

"Hey, come'ere," Joey flicks his fingers towards himself when he grabs Lip's attention. He slides down the counter, grabbing a new glass assuming Joe wanted a drink. When he shakes his hand no, Lip puts the glass back with a furrowed brow.

"You wanna fuck 'em?" Joey gestures to you when he says it. Your face flushes at his words, mouth falling open at his vulgarity.

"Quinn," you hiss. You only call him Quinn when you're pissed.

"I'm sorry?" Lip chokes out, tilting his head and furrowing his brow. You're beyond embarrassed by his behavior, sitting up to cut in.

"He's had to much to drink, I'm sorry-" You start.

"I'm asking you, if you want to fuck 'em. Cause they sure wanna fuck you and I'll let ya both," Joey starts again. "Unless you don't wanna fuck 'em, which then there's somethin' wrong with ya.."

"Joseph!" You slap his shoulder, thoroughly embarrassed by your boyfriends behavior.

"You said you wanted to try inviting someone into our bedroom. I choose this guy," Joey tells you, dragging over a dry napkin. "Gotta pen?"

Lip pulls a pen from his pocket and hands it to Joey. You watch as Joey writes out the hotel and room number your both staying in tonight. He pushes the pen and napkin towards Lip across the bar, jabbing it with a finger.

"Come by, or don't." Joey tells him. "'S your choice."

The walk back to your hotel room is silent. Your heart is thumping in your chest as Quinn leads you back to the room, fingers tucked in your belt loops. You think of a hundred different ways to approach the situation. What were you expected to do if Lip the bartender actually showed up later. All possibilities make your stomach squirm anxiously until you're behind the hotel room door.

The one you don't consider is Joey crowding you against the door. His hands are rough as he drags you into a kiss. You're pliant in his hold, bringing your hands to fist at his shirt and tug his hips close. He groans into your mouth, nipping softly at your lower lip.

Joey seems reluctant, when he pulls away. You trail after him until he appeases you, giving you one last firm kiss before backing away. You huff as he turns away, leaving you against the door.

You watch as Joey goes to the table and chair in the corner across the room. Tucking your hands behind you as he takes his gun out of the holster, placing it in the table.

"Really?" You snicker, eyeing it where it sits next to him. "You're gonna start swingin' that around?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' about," Joey says, sitting down in the chair in the corner. You roll your eyes as you walk over to him, framing his legs with yours when you stop in front of him.

"You sure you're okay with this?" You ask him, bringing your hands to rest on his shoulders, smoothing your thumbs over the fabric of his shirt.

"'M sure," He tells you, tracing his fingers along the tops of your thighs. "Need you t'go sit down now, otherwise I'm gonna fuck you before he can get here."

You scoff, stepping away from him, going for the bed and flopping down on it. You rest your hands on your stomach while you trace the patterns on the ceiling.

Your head perks up at the knock on the door, sitting up and looking at Joey.

"Go on. Open the door," Joey flicks his fingers at it, leaning further back into the seat. Your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest as you get up and cross the room. When you peak through the peephole, you can't help how you inhale softly. Lip stands in front of the door, hands in his pockets as he waits.

"It's the bartender.. Lip," you turn to look at Joey, making sure he's actually on board with this.

"Open it," Joey nods, legs spread wide where he sits.

You have no choice, at this point. You made this bed. Time for you to lie in it.

You start to open the door slowly but Lip is quick to shove it further. You can't help but make a noise of surprise and it's like he's on you in an instant.

Lip’s hands are warm on your face, tugging you towards him until he's kissing you. And he's kissing you like he needs you to breathe. It catches you off guard and forces a squeal of surprise from your mouth. He takes the doorknob from you and closes the door quietly when Joey clears his throat across the room.

You can feel the reluctance in Lip when he pulls back, breathing heavily through his nose.

"Joseph," he sniffs, looking at him across the room.

"Don't fuckin' call me that." Joey says sharply, sitting up quickly. "You call me Quinn, or you keep your mouth shut."

The way he's being so direct with Lip makes something flutter in your stomach, watching how like fights to roll his eyes. There's something that tells you to kiss Lip, and you do, surprising both of the boys. Lip grunts against your mouth before pulling you close, nipping gently at your lower lip. Joey doesn't interrupt this time, giving Lip time to tug your mouth open a little.

You pull back first, breathing heavily as you blink open heavy eyelids. Lip's face is slightly more flushed than before when you take him in but he's looking behind you.

"This ends when I come, right? Not when they do?" Lip asks over your shoulder, still holding your face close. You can't see Joey's reaction but Lip is speaking again.

"I can make 'em come as many times as I want?"

The question makes your brow furrow and you can hear Joey scoff behind you.

"Yeah, you can- you can fuckin' try." You can practically hear the way he waves his hand like he's dismissing it. It's a moment before you look back at Lip's eyes. He's already looking at you, blue eyes darting around your face like he's assessing you. You tilt your head at him, moving just enough he knows you're confused. Lip gives you a quick smile before he's kissing you again, hands moving to your hips to press you up against the door.

Lip is eager to get your pants off, making quick work of the button and zipper before he's tugging them down your legs. He helps slip them over your feet, throwing them to the side before he gets further settled on his knees. Your brow furrows softly, glancing at Joey across the room. He looks just as confused as he watches Lip pull your hips closer to his face, nosing at your underwear gently. Neither one of you expected to find a giver.

The feeling of Lip's tongue over your clothed clit makes you inhale sharply, eyes rolling as he traces down to prod at your entrance. You can't help but groan softly, stomach turning at the hand Lip places over your mound, brushing his thumb over your clit. He continues to prod at your slit through the fabric, lapping softly at the cotton. The feeling of his teeth against your underwear makes you shudder, rocking up into his mouth.

Lip uses this as an excuse to tug down your underwear, slipping it off one of your legs and pulling your leg over his shoulder. He's warm as he prods his tongue at your entrance. You moan softly, quickly cut off with a gasp as he slips the tips of his fingers past his tongue. Lip pushes up until the knuckles, curling his fingers against your walls in a way that makes you sigh.

Lip hikes your leg further over his shoulder, jostling you farther up the door as he holds onto your thigh tightly. The movement has you scrambling to find something to keep yourself steady, fingers digging for purchase against the door.

Your eyes catch Joey's, face flushing as he watches you. His eyes don't stray from your face, taking in every reaction you give. Your jaw drops and head falls back when Lip somehow licks deeper into you. His nose is pressed up against your clit, driving you insane as he thrusts his fingers in deep with his tongue.

Your hand finds purchase against his scalp, trying to push him closer. "Oh my fucking God.."

You can feel how Lip is kissing and licking at your core, like he's making out with your cunt. Joey was good with his mouth but this is something else.

Your leg around his shoulder pulls Lip closer. You should probably be more courteous to the way you're pushing Lip impossibly closer, but you can't find it in yourself to care. He doesn't seen to care either. Lip grunts softly as you push against the back of his head, licking around where his fingers stretch.

"Fuck- fuck-" You choke out, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips jerk, grinding into Lip's face as you feel your release wash over you. Your head feels fuzzy from it and the way Lip is licking around his fingers, curling them against your walls as you rock against his hand. You can't help but whine when he slips his fingers out, groaning as he licks up from your slit to your clit.

Lip parts from your cunt with a kiss to your clit. He trails kisses up your stomach, shoving your shirt up to find more skin. He nips softly at the skin until he can bite at your jaw. Lip trails kisses along your jaw until he captures your mouth, prying it open with his thumb to slip his tongue in.

The taste of your arousal makes you groan, tugging his hips closer to you.

"Y'gonna let me fuck you in front'a him?" Lip asks against your cheek, pressing his thigh up against your exposed cunt. The denim of his jeans is a stark difference from his mouth and fingers. You nod quickly but it's not good enough for him.

Lip pulls away to look at you, pupils blown wide. "Hmm? You gonna let me fuck you in front'a him?"

You nod again, eager to please. "Yes... Please.."

Lip gives you a small smile before he takes a few steps back, dragging you with him by your hips. He's quick to turn both of you so you're now the one walking backwards. He leads you until the backs of your legs hit the bed, pulling you into him. He brings a hand to your face to kiss you, guiding your mouth open with his thumb on your chin.

The kiss is messy and slow. Like he's trying to show off..

Not caring for it, you pull away from him and lay back against the bed. Lip tsks softly before grabbing at your hips to move you closer to the edge of the mattress.

"No, fuck you, I want to see as little of you as possible," Joey says when Lip tries to pull you further down the bed. Lip scoffs from where he stands in front of you, grip tightening on your hips at Joey's words. You sigh softly, leaning your head back into the mattress to look at Joey across the room.

You watch him for a few seconds before you look back at Lip, "Get undressed, I'll deal with him.."

You don't give Lip much choice, so he's backing up and working off his shirt before undoing his belt. You turn back to Joey, grinning at him from where you lay on your back.

"Joey," You sigh, reaching your hands out to grab for him. Joey's up in a moment, crossing the room to you and sliding his hands into yours.

"How do you want me?" You ask him with a grin. Joey huffs, trying not to roll his eyes at your request. You hum softly until he finally gets the hint, sliding his hands up your arms and lifting you up.

"Want you facin' me.." He says quietly, turning you to face the chair in the corner. You hum quietly, settling down where he's placed you.

"Y'sure?" You ask him innocently enough. "Y'don't wanna watch him... Y'know.. Put it in?"

Joey groans quietly at your words, grip on your upper arms tightening a little. You give him a small grin, watching as Joey composes himself after your words.

"Can't be sayin' shit like that.." He grumbles, setting your hands in your lap before bringing his hands to your face.

"You still okay with this?" Joey asks you softly, studying your face for any signs you want to back out. You smile softly and nod quickly, placing a quick kiss to the inside of his wrist to cement it. Joey hums softly before leaning down to give you kiss. He's slow to depart, tugging your lower lip into his mouth.

"Taste good.." Joey mutters after you pull away, running a thumb over your cheek. You chuckle softly, giving him another quick kiss that has him trailing after your lips.

"Gotta wait your turn.." You tell him, giving him one more kiss before you settle more comfortably on the mattress. Joey grumbles before he retreats back to his chair. He isn't too much of a fan of you turning your back to him. Less of a fan of how Lip kneels on the mattress and ducks down to kiss you deeply. You tease softly at his waistband, tugging at it and tracing your fingers over his v-line. 

"Mmm, gonna fill you up nice, huh?" Lip asks you, nipping at your jaw before pulling away. You look back at Joey, grinning at him while Lip shucks off his boxers.

"The fuck you are," Joey grumbles from his seat. He lifts his hips and pulls out his wallet, thumbing out the condom he keeps stored in there. It hits Lip in the chest when he tosses it at him, landing softly on the bed between you and Lip. You don't miss the tent forming in his pants, or the way Lip eyes his jeans when you turn back to him.

"Joey can be very territorial.." You mutter to Lip when he snatches up the condom from the bed. Lip mutters something under his breath as he tears the packaging, tossing the wrapper to the side in favor of rolling the rubber down his length.

"Turn around for me," Lip asks you, handling your hips when you turn over. He's gentle but firm as he manipulates your body, facing you towards Joey.

The feeling of his tip poking at your entrance makes you inhale sharply. You have to bite down on your lip as he pushes forward, stretching you in a way that makes your eyes roll. You have to duck your head down, stifling a whine as Lip sinks into the hilt. You absentmindedly rock back into him, rolling your hips into his as you adapt to the stretch.

Lip sets a mild pace before he slows to a stop making you whine. You can hear him scoff behind you before his hands are on your ass, pushing your hips forward to see where he sinks into you before pulling them back against his own hips.

"You can fuck yourself on my cock, can't ya?" He asks, and you can hear the condescension in his voice. You whimper, looking up at Joey for some sort of support but his face gives nothing away. It makes you whine again before rocking your hips forward and rolling backwards. A groan falls from your lips as you feel the head of his cock brush that spongy spot along your walls, rolling your hips slower to hit it again.

You rest your forehead against your arms, continuing to roll your hips the same way until you can't think outside of the small circles of your hips.

"Fuck- shit-" You choke, hips stilling back against Lip's. When you stop, Lip starts again, slowly fucking you through your orgasm.

You have to bury your face in the sheets as Lip fucks into you. The feeling makes you squeal softly, rocking your hips back into his movements. None of your words come together coherently as he thrusts into you, focusing on how he stretches you open.

Lip brings one of his hands to your face, leaning his weight on his other one. The hand on your face squishes your cheeks together, lips puckering as he lifts you up. Lip huffs when he sees your face, gaze flicking quickly to Joey, "They get this brainless when you fuck 'em?"

And you want to feel bad. You want to find it in yourself to feel bad.

But Joey knows as well as you do that it takes Joey longer to get you like this. You're almost two orgasms deep and Lip has your head cleared. You can't form a single thought outside of how good he's fucking you. Walls clenching around his length as him rocks his hips into you.

Lip sets you back down when all Joey does is clench his jaw. There's a hand in the middle of your shoulders that slowly slips to the back of your neck. You whine softly as Lip uses his hand placement to get a better angle. He uses his free hand to guide your hips back into him, rough handling you in a way that makes you moan quietly.

"Careful, asshole," Joey mutters.

"Fuck you," Lip says softly.

Lip is good at keeping you on edge. Giving you just enough pleasure to tease you with an orgasm before pulling out or stopping. He does this so many times you can't count them anymore. At a certain point Lip gives you a shallow thrust punctuated with a grind up against your walls that makes you choke and bury your face in the the mattress.

"Joey.." You whine, half-muffled by the comforter. Your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, you know Joey's not the one fucking you. You fist the sheets in your hands, rolling your hips back. "Joey, Joey.."

Lip scoffs behind you, rolling his hips into you. He slips his arm around your middle, bringing his had to your shoulder and lifting you up. Lip brings you to lean back against his chest, letting him manipulate you as he pleased.

"Not Joey, baby.. Give it another go.." He mutters roughly, punctuating his request with a sharp thrust. You give him a muddled whine, leaning your head back against his shoulder. Lip rolls his eyes, bringing his hand from your shoulder to your face. He turns your head to look at him, tapping your cheek until you open your eyes.

"Tell him who's making you feel this good, baby.. Cause it's not him," Lip glances at Joey across the room as he says it.

"Fuck you," Joey bites out and Lip snickers.

"Come on, baby. You gonna tell him?" He asks.

"You.. You are.." You whine out, heart dropping when Lip rolls his eyes.

"Don't need t'tell me," Lip scoffs before turning your face towards Joey. "Tell him."

You're all but blinking back tears, watching as Joey clenches his jaw as he watches you. You can't help as your lower lip juts out, "Feels so good, Joey.."

"I know, sweetheart," Joey's eyes soften. It's not his fault he happened to pick the bartender that knew how to fuck. "You're doin' so good, though.."

Joey's gaze flickers to Lip briefly when he rolls his eyes. He holds your jaw tightly, bringing his face close to yours.

"Now tell him who's fuckin' you this good.." He grunts, rocking his hips into you.

You whine softly, trying to roll your own hips in time with his. Lip's palm cradles your neck gently and it's driving you insane, on top of everything else he's doing. You groan softly as he thrusts up into you, bringing one of your hands to grab onto his thigh.

"Joey.." You gasp softly, rolling your hips in a way that you hope will entice Lip back into fucking you. You feel like a child, whining because they're not getting what they want.

Lip stays still while you squirm in his hold, wiggling your hips a little. You can't bite back the groan you let out, opening your eyes to find Joey. The moment you spot him, you're pouting.

"Joey, he won't move," you whine. You roll your hips as if to prove your point to him.

Joey huffs softly, biting back a smile. "Tell 'im that, baby. 'M not the one fuckin' ya, y'gotta use your words."

You can hear Lip 'tsk' behind you, can practically see how he rolls his eyes and you're whining again. "Please move, Lip, please, please, please.."

You're wiggling your hips forward again, trying to persuade him further. He huffs through his nose at your movements, in seemingly no rush to listen to your pleading.

That's when the pouting gets really bad. You sigh pathetically, feeling tears start to well. Lip watches how you roll your hips forward, trying to coax some sort of stimulation out of him.

"Joeeyyy-" You choke out, blinking back tears as you look at him. "Y'gonna let 'im tease me like this?"

Quinn has to keep himself from jumping out of the chair, covering his mouth with his hand. Your sniffling is one of the only sounds in the room as Joey holds on tight to the armrest.

"Move, or I'm gonna fuck 'em," Joey says, making eye contact with Lip. He can see that glint in his eyes, like he wants to challenge if Quinn will actually do it. But there's something else eating away at the inside of Lip, something that wants to challenge Joey deeper.

You can't help but cry out when Lip lifts you off his dick, laying you back on the mattress. You whine loudly, prepared to cry to Joey before Lip is pushing the tip back into you. Lip pressing up against that spongy spot is enough to satiate you while he reaches behind himself for a pillow. You watch passively as he brings it round and lifts your lower back off the bed and slipping the pillow under you. The new angle makes you groan softly, rocking your hips up to change the stimulation.

Lip perks up at the noise that leaves your mouth at a particular thrust. His lips quirk up as he repeats the motion, setting a steady roll of his hips. You choke on the whine that escapes you, leg jerking up gently.

"Yeah? Right there?" Lip's voice is taunting as he continues his shallow thrusts. All you can do is nod, whining loudly as he grinds his tip up against your walls.

You're reaching for Joey before you can think, left hand slipping off of Lip's arm and over your head. And Joey's up in a second. Joey is out of the chair almost the moment you started to reach for him. He slips his hand into yours and up your arm, gripping your elbow gently. His other hand comes to your face, tracing over your features softly.

Lip's hands tuck under your knees, pushing your legs to your chest as he thrusts into you at a steady pace.

You keen and squeal loudly when the band in your stomach breaks, hips jerking upwards. A groan tears from your throat as you lurch forward, pressing your forehead against Joey's while your eyes flutter shut.

"Shit.." Joey whispers while you whine, walls clenching around Lip's dick when he pushes back into you. You can hear Lip huff softly from above you, but you miss the glance he gives Joey.

"Didn't tell me they were easy t'squirt.." Lip grunts, punctuating that with a firm roll of his hips.

"I didn't know they could..." Joey's voice sounds amazed next to you. The meaning of Lip's words settles on you when you lay back down. You can't help but inhale sharply, opening your eyes to find Joey. He must see it on your face because he's smothering your face with kisses.

"No, 's okay, baby. Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart, so fuckin' good.." He mutters into your skin. You exhale heavily, leaning into his affections and melting further into the mattress while Lip rocks into you slowly. Joey places one last kiss to your cheek before pulling away to take you in. Your eyelids feel heavy as Lip buries his face in your neck. You hum shortly as the rocking of his hips picks up it's pace while he kisses up your neck and nips at your jaw.

Lip’s mouth is right next to your ear as he holds you close, rocking his hips up into you rhythmically. His voice is low when he speaks up, making you glance at Joey quickly.

"You been keepin' that a secret from him? Hm? Do that jus' f'me?" Lip mutters quietly before placing a quick kiss to your neck, his words making your head fuzzy. After that, Lip picks up his pace. Thrusting up into you with deeper strokes and more erratic timing. He nudges nicely deep inside you and you know when Lip comes by the way his hips stutter before giving one last rough thrust. The feeling of his release trapped in the condom adds an extra warmth that makes your jaw drop, turning to look at Joey while you come back together. Joey places soft kisses over your face as you breathe slowly, trying to string your thoughts together outside of just /Joey/. Lip places soft bites to your chest and shoulder, rolling his hips a few times before rocking to a standstill. He sighs heavily before he pulls away from and out of you. You whine at the loss, shaking your head slightly. Lip huffs softly at you as he tugs off the condom, tying it off and grabbing his boxers off the bed.

Joey gets up once Lip has his boxers on, getting up and collecting his own things while Joey unbuttons his shirt. The two of them side eye one another while you push yourself over, catching your breath as you stare at the ceiling.

Once Lip is dressed, he crosses to the side of the bed. He brings a hand to your cheek and places a soft kiss to your forehead.

"See ya later, sweetheart," Lip mutters. You hum quietly, raising your hand goodbye as he leaves. The door opens and shuts, leaving you and Joey alone again.

Joey's in just his white tank top when he sits on the bed next to you. His hand is gentle as he brings it to your face, caressing you jaw gently.

"You doin' okay in there?" He asks you softly, eyes darting around your face. It takes you a moment before you nod, turning to press a soft kiss to his palm.

"Very okay," You whisper, watching his face. Joey nods, biting softly at the inside of his cheek. You bring the hand closest to him and set it on his thigh, tapping it gently.

"Thank you... I know you didn't like the idea," You tell him, watching as he thinks. Joey shrugs and leans down to give you a soft kiss.

"Just don't get any ideas about leavin' me.." He mutters. You huff at him, giving him a much firmer kiss than he did.

"Wouldn't dream of it.." You tell him after he pulls away. He hums, turning your head so he can place soft kisses to your jaw. You can't help but whine when he bites softly at your neck, feeling the familiar warmth stir in your stomach.

"Joey," you sigh, catching a glance at the very obvious tent pressing out of his unzipped jeans.

"Just need ya t'give me one more.." Joey tells you softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "You can do that for me, right?"

You're nodding before he even finishes his sentence, opening your legs wider for him to climb between.

"Y'did so good," he sighs as he settles between your legs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Let me take care of you now.."

"Hey," Joey flags down the bartender that looks most like him. He skims the name on his tag quickly and huffs at it. "'Lip.'"

"You got'a problem with that?" He raises his brow like it's a challenge.

"No," Joey huffs again, straightening up as he prepares himself. "Got a favor to ask ya."

"What is it?" Lip side eyes him, taking a rag from the counter and wiping down a glass. Joey sighs heavily, leaning against the counter and looks down at his hands.

"So... So my partners got this fire under their ass about maybe bringing someone into the bedroom," Joey starts. Lip furrows his brow, looking up from his glass. "I don't think it's a good idea. And I want to prove 'em right."

Lip huffs quietly and Joey wants to throw a fucking peanut at him. He doesn't. But he wants to.

"So," Joey starts again. "The favor is, you flirt with 'em. I make a fuss and we invite you in. You prove I'm right."

"You want me to fuck your partner?" Lip furrows his brow, looking at Joey like hes got two heads. Joey clenches his jaw, swallows his pride, and nods. He watches Lip as he processes this information, nodding absentmindedly.

"This like uh.. Like a trick question? You gonna come back and kick my ass if I flirt with 'em?" He questions. What a bizarre fucking request. He doesn't get paid enough for this.

"Why would I kick your ass? Literally asking you right now, I didn't say anything about kicking your ass." Now Joey's confused.

"You're asking me to fuck your significant other, sorry if I'm a little skeptical." Lip jabs, resting his palms against the counter.

"Both clean so that's not an issue. Unless you.. You clean?" Joey leans forward like it's a secret.

"I'm clean, asshole," Lip huffs. Joey rolls his eyes, how is he supposed to know if some stranger he just met was clean.

"Let me think about it." Lip says, setting down his rag. "Let y'know when you come back in."

Joey wants to groan, throw a fit, roll his eyes. But hes just asked a stranger to fuck is significant other with no prior background so he can't blame him. So, he instead pushes away from the bar, rapping his knuckles against the surface.

"Yeah, you let me know.."

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Killers' Big Spoon vs. Little Spoon! HCs

Everybody has a soft spot. Even killers in the fog... right?

AN; still very conflicted over some of 'em but fuck it we ball. monstercuddlers, your time is now

TW; none i can think of

Big spoon

CALEB QUINN, Frank Morrison, Ji-Woon Hak, Albert Wesker, Herman Carter, Pinhead

Little spoon

Philip Ojomo, Max Thompson Jr.

Both

EVAN MACMILLAN, JOEY, Pyramid Head, Danny Johnson, Kazan Yamaoka

Would never be caught dead cuddling with anybody (or so they say)

ALBERT WESKER, Danny Johnson, Kazan Yamaoka, Evan MacMillan

...What do spoons have to do with cuddling?

Freddy Kreuger, Michael Myers, Pinhead, Max Thompson Jr.

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[icallhimjoey]

In 120 Hours

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work as a temp and are offered a very exclusive interview for a very exclusive job. You see, someone needs a personal assistant for a very eventful week, and you happen to be the perfect fit.

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

Author’s note: part four! this is where we get unprofessional, but, you know, it's not just you. for all my new readers, know that my joey is soft joey first and foremost - if you were waiting for some filthy smut, im sorry to disappoint!

Wordcount: 4.5K

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

At 6AM sharp you grabbed the remote control from Joe’s bedside table and turned his TV off before placing a cup of coffee down.

“Get up, Joe,”

You were still in pyjamas yourself, bedhead, barefooted, voice groggy and sleep still stuck in the corners of your eyes. On your way out of Joe’s bedroom, you said, “We’re leaving in about thirty minutes,” and then didn’t get a response.

You stopped in the doorway, looked back and couldn’t help but imagine what sleeping in that big bed with Joe would be like. The bed looked like it was a twelve-year-old Ikea piece that had been taken apart and put back together too many times - like it would wobble unsteadily any time someone in the bed would turn over. Good thing his new bed was coming in today.

You found the switch for the big light, slapped it, and flushed the room with bright white, hurting your own eyes as well as probably Joe’s.

“Joe?”

Then a thumbs up shot up from the big pile of white duvet, and you scoffed, huffed a laugh, and said “Coffee’s on your bedside table, we’re having breakfast at the shoot.”

In the car on the way over it was quiet. You were both freshly showered, and you’d even had the time to blow dry your hair, but it was still early, and the both of you were still tired. You imagined it was mostly because of the loud TV – there was no way Joe was getting any better sleep than you were with that thing blaring. At least your new earplugs worked just fine and you’d managed to get a lot more sleep than the night before.

The morning felt a little heavy, because with all the driving around London, getting to see so much of it, you had started thinking about why you hadn’t actually moved back yet. Memories of your ex wanting to move away, back to his hometown, his estranged nan dying and leaving him the house... it felt like you’d hit the jackpot at the time. And your family was relatively close too, so it was fine. But you’d had real withdrawal symptoms from leaving the city, and now that you were no longer actually with him, you tried to think of reasons why you’d bought a flat in his hometown after you broke up, but you came up empty.

“Are you all right?”

You looked at Joe whose eyebrows quirked, giving away a polite bit of worry.

“There’s going to be a lot of deliveries today, I’m doing mental math to figure out how I’m going to do this,” you lied in truths. “And I’m really hungry.”

Joe was asked to go to a workshop after the photoshoot, just for an encouraging word, nothing insane, but it meant you were going to be rushing a bit. After the appearance at the workshop, there’d be a phone interview, and then there’d be another screening.

Joe sighed.

“I don’t want to be rude and skip it, but, I kind of want to skip the film screenings today,”

“You’ll still have to go to be seen, talk to some people,”

“Yea, don’t really want to do that either,”

You paused, looked over Joe’s schedule, at how many things there were, saw that tomorrow was his film premiere with the Q&A straight after, and then the day after that, the awards ceremony. You understood the want for a short break, looked at Joe and said, “Let’s have breakfast first, before you make any rash decisions,”

But then Joe smiled wistfully, and you knew this wasn’t a rash decision at all.

Fine.

You could come up with a vague excuse for him, no problem.

A busy morning passed you by, and you'd made a deal with Joe’s driver. You said he could have the evening off if he would go back to Joe’s house to sign for furniture deliveries, and then you’d call if you needed him to come pick you up and bring you somewhere else.

A tricky deal because this was power you definitely didn’t yield. But Joe had said he didn’t want to go to the screenings, which effectively meant that he wouldn’t need to be brought anywhere from the workshop forward.

You were lucky the driver seemed to like you, with a sneaky wink and a small smile, the driver dropped you off, accepted the front door key you handed him and drove right back to Joe’s address.

And then you spent the whole photoshoot on the phone to him, because the men moving the furniture in had also been paid to place all pieces in the correct rooms, and then when you heard the driver walk up all the stairs, you felt like you were crossing a thousand boundaries letting all these people into Joe’s house without you or Joe being there.

“They want to take the big bed out of the master bedroom,”

“Yea sure, can they disassemble it and leave it in another room on the first floor? Just so it’s out of the way. We can maybe use it for another guest room, or whatever, don’t let them take it away. Wait. They can take the mattress; can they take the mattress? There’ll be new ones coming in. Not having to haul that thing off ourselves will be a huge help.”

“Yes, ma’am,”

You crossed your fingers that everything would work out fine, and that you weren’t going to walk into a huge unfixable mess of a house later that day.

Joe basically had a full day of picture taking. The shoot was obviously very camera heavy, but the appearance at the workshop was basically a fan meeting in and of itself. It was all teenagers who either already went to film school, or really wanted to go to film school, and Joe was the only big celebrity that people who weren’t into film would also recognize in a selfie. So, they all wanted selfies, and who was Joe to tell them no?

On the way back to Joe’s house in the late afternoon, you asked him if he wanted to do the scheduled phone interview, and just when Joe was about to say something snarky about you asking him if he wanted to, you had the phone already ringing for him.

Joe narrowed his eyes at you with a small sneaky smile, and started a mild insult, “You little– hello!” but wasn’t able to finish because someone picked up on the other end. You grinned, couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat, and this time, Joe didn’t grab your knee to squeeze, but his fingers found your forearm to scratch before he focused all his attention on the lady on the phone who asked him questions about previous and upcoming projects.

Deep breaths, everyone. It was just a scratch. One that made your belly somersault, but you know, t’was just a little scratch. Nothing major. Shit. You had to calm down.

When you rounded the corner into Joe’s street, it was time to face the music. See what state the house was left in by the delivery men.

Downstairs in the living room, there were three rolled up rugs, still in its plastic packaging, a new TV unit, another sideboard that was meant to become a little bar area for Joe, and there were large ceiling lights, still in their boxes – no sofa yet. In the dining room, next to the clothing racks, were ten dining room chairs, lights and a long shelf – no table yet.

You knew upstairs Joe’s new bed would’ve been delivered, and you were about to tell him about it, but stepping into the kitchen you could see Joe hunched over the counter, reading a script, and munching on a banana.

When he saw you, he looked up and asked, “Do you mind if I go sit in your room to read this?”

Your room.

“Of course not, go ahead, it’s your house.”

And Joe left you alone. Which was great actually. It’d give you time to unpack furniture, drag things into their right spots and, you know, see your vision come to life a little. You texted Joe’s management a weak excuse for Joe not going to the film screenings or the industry happy hour that day and got to work.

At 6PM you called, “Joe, you hungry? Should I order some food?” up the stairs. You heard movement, saw him appear at the top and he said, “I’ll cook us something,” as he made his way down.

You watched him jog all the way down, and when stood next to you at the bottom, he gave you a confused look, asked, “What?”

You looked down at his hands.

“How are your wrists doing?”

Joe looked down as well, rotated both hands, completely unsure of what you meant.

“Because you’ve got a lot of signing to do tonight,”

About two hours later, all furniture had been unpacked, all plastic and cardboard had been sorted and taken out, Joe’s clothing racks had found a new home in an empty room upstairs and you had both eaten a beautiful home-cooked meal.

Because there was no sofa and no dining table yet, the two of you found yourselves on the floor, laid out on one of Joe’s new rugs. You were passing Joe photographs of himself in costume, one by one, and Joe signed the same squiggly ‘Joe’ on all of them, laying on his side, hanging into one of his shoulders.

It was boring assembly line work. But there was wine. A lot of wine. And music. Although, you had real strong doubts about the playlist Joe’d put on, but whatever, people liked different things. It was fine.

“If someone had told you five years ago that you’d be signing five thousand pictures of yourself the night before your film would premier at the London Film Festival, would you have believed them?”

“The person I was five years ago was a lot more confident than you’d think,” Joe said, having a sip of wine, giving his hand a 5 second break from holding the sharpie before getting right back into the routine. Dangerous game this, having red wine on a brand-new rug.

“I probably wouldn’t have believed them, not deep down, but I would’ve definitely pretended they’d been right,” Joe continued.

“Sort of, blind confidence, you’d have been like, me? oh yeah,”

“Yea, me? famous in five years? yes, absolutely,”

You both laughed.

You had a nice rhythm going, working in a big triangle. You would slide a photo over to Joe from his left, Joe would sign it, and slide it away from him to your left, where they all gathered in a huge pile that you’d later organize into neat stacks to go back into the boxes. But there were so many photographs, you’d no idea how you were going to finish them all with tomorrow and the day after being busy days.

“You’re a fidgeter,” Joe suddenly said, and you immediately stilled your fingers and balled your hands into fists.

“I’m a fidgeter?” emphasis on the I, you reached for your wine and took a sip, giving Joe some accusatory eyes. You’d seen Joe fidget his way through his days – thumbs finding the underside of his rings, teeth biting into the skin of his lips, sweaty palms being rubbed over his knees, whatever there was left of his nails scratching into his scruff... you wondered if there was anything left of the confident Joe from five years ago he’d just described.

“I’m not saying that I’m not, I’m just saying that you clearly are too,”

You looked at your hand – at your ring, and kind of wished it would’ve just reminded you of your grandmother by now, but it didn’t. Of course, it didn’t. Would it ever?

“That’s a nice ring,” Joe observed, making polite conversation, but carefully, because your face would do this thing whenever you looked at it, or touched it, and Joe didn’t like how he’d lose you for a second.

“Thanks, it um... it used to belong to my grandmother,”

And that’s when Joe thought he understood.

“I’m so sorry,”

You looked up and saw two ridiculously empathetic eyes look at you, displaying far too much pure, raw emotion, especially because it was totally misplaced, too.

“Oh no, she’s alive still. Very alive. Probably making a poor kid behind a bar somewhere cry because he’s mixed her drink wrong,” you chuckled, but it died quick, got stuck in the back of your throat somewhere as it constricted. And Joe didn’t speak, which, honestly, if he’d really been this kind dude that he was portraying to be, he would’ve said something by now so you didn’t feel the need to fill the silence yourself.

But he didn’t. And now you were going to have to share personal information about yourself.

You waited a second longer, looked at Joe to see if maybe he was going to say something, but he’d stopped signing, even capped the sharpie, and just looked at you.

Fuck.

“No um, so, this used to belong to my grandmother, and then she gave it to my boyfriend to propose to me with it, and he did, but then, that... we didn’t work out, so, I’m not engaged anymore, but I can’t give the ring back to him, can I? It used to be my nan’s!”

You were rambling a little, not making eye contact as you reached for the bottle of wine to refill your glass. Surely Joe had left it out here because the expectation was that you were going to finish it, right?

“My nan’s, not his... so I turned it into a normal ring, started wearing it on another finger, and now I... I kind of wear it to prove to myself that it’s something that ties me and my nan closer together, and it's not, you know, the engagement ring my ex-boyfriend gave to me,”

You moved the bottle over to Joe’s glass, and he gave it a small nudge to get it closer to you for a top up.

“But it just, it obviously just reminds me of him all the time... I’ve convinced myself there’s going to be a moment where it won’t, and maybe that will actually be the case, at some point,” you were talking with your hands, waving the bottle around and it made Joe reach a fearful hand over. That was red wine, and you were on a new rug.

“Oh, sorry,”

You knew how expensive this rug was, too.

“Go on,” Joe said softly, as he silently slid your glass away from you a little too.

“No, um, yea...” You shook your head to get back on track. “It’s not been that long anyway, so who knows. I don’t want to give up on it yet, it’s just stupid that it was an engagement ring before it was anything else to me, you know?”

Joe nodded, asked, “How long has it been?”

“About a month and a half,”

“Since you broke up?”

“Um no, since I secretly bought myself my own flat.” You huffed out a laugh. You knew it wasn’t funny, but you also knew that you sounded like a clinically insane person.

Joe didn't look at you as if you were crazy, but he also didn't say anything.

“I knew,” you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. “I knew it wasn’t going to work out. I should’ve never said yes, I should’ve never – honestly, I should’ve never even moved out of London for him, but you know... things happen.”

You slid another photograph of Eddie over to Joe, and it prompted Joe to uncap this sharpie again, sign the one that was still in front of him before moving onto the next. Slower pace now though.

“I only ended the engagement last week,”

“You had your own flat for over a month and he didn’t know?”

“Yep. No clue.” you smiled a painful smile, then cleared your throat. “So, that’s why I’m single.”

Another photo for Joe. Another sip of wine for you.

“What about you?”

“Why am I single?” Joe’s eyes shot up at you, a little playful smile underneath.

“Why do you fidget, you idiot,”

Joe laughed.

“But sure, that too. What’s got you all fucked up inside?”

Joe then grinned, silently signed a few more photographs, then took a deep breath and closed his sharpie again before leaning down further, head now supported by his hand.

“At the risk of sounding like the biggest twat ever,”

“Okay wait,”

You moved, positioned yourself to lay on your stomach, feet up behind you, leaning heavily into your shoulders, ready to listen.

“I’m ready, go,”

Joe laughed silently, then nodded to himself, and said, “You know how fizzy drinks, sparkling drinks, how they go flat if you leave them out long enough?”

Fantastic. An actor using a metaphor.

“Yes,”

“That’s kind of... that’s kind of what tends to happen with me. I’ll really like something, or someone, and then... it loses the bubbles. And I don’t like coke without any bubbles in, you know? I’d rather not drink it, just, get something else instead.” Joe groaned as he heard himself say it. “I don’t mean, I don’t – you know, I don’t shove someone out and just get someone new in immediately, that’s not...” Joe didn't finish the sentence.

You looked at Joe for a second, then clicked your tongue.

“Easy fix, you’ve just got to stop going around and leaving bottles uncapped,”

And Joe laughed. Threw his head back and let the rest of his body follow, rolling onto his back, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. “What? Tell me I’m wrong!” you challenged him.

“Well, I can’t keep all the bottles closed the whole time either, can I? I’ve got to fill up some glasses,”

Joe was slowly losing you with this metaphor.

“Sure, so, fill up a glass, put the cap back on, and back in the fridge it goes!”

A more tentative silenced followed next. Joe flipped back onto his side and reached for his wine.

“Or maybe we could just have wine forever.”

Your conversation carried on, and you talked about all different kinds of things. Joe had you explain the full vision you had for the room you were in, had you dart around gesturing where the sofa would go, which light had to be hung where, what paint colours to use for each wall, which Joe had to get painters in for, because these ceiling are too high to do that safely yourself, buddy. And Joe said he loved it, but you didn’t believe him, because Joe didn’t seem like the guy who could visualize the way you could. He’d confessed being bad at that when it came to his outfits, how was he ever going to convince you that he could do it for his interior? But fine. You could accept a compliment, even if it didn’t mean anything. They were kind words anyway.

When you finished the bottle of wine, Joe asked what time you needed to wake up tomorrow, and it wasn’t until 10 that a stylist would come over with clothing for the premier, so you said 9AM and Joe promptly opened the second bottle before sitting back down and filled up both your glasses once more before getting back into signing.

There was a brief moment where Joe tried to teach you how to forge his signature so you could help, but it was very obvious which ones you’d done, so that plan was quickly given up on.

And when that second bottle was nearing its end as well, somehow, the conversation lulled back onto singledom, and you talked about how being single was actually really quite nice.

You had all this time to yourself, no one to answer to. The place would actually be quiet for once. No mess from other people to clean up after – fully ignoring your current temp job in the moment, you’d been cleaning up after Joe all evening – and no person to yell at you for making a mess.

But then it quickly took a turn, and you both became sarcastic.

“It’s great having dinner by yourself all the time,” Joe spoke into his glass.

“Waking up in empty beds is so fine,” you gulped your last sip down.

“Going out and being the only single one in your group of people is not weird at all,”

“13th wheeling is so fun, isn’t it?”

“Oh, the best,”

“It’s great reaching for a hand to hold in bed and finding that the only other hand in there is your own other hand,” you said, and Joe winced at that, laughed because that felt too real.

“And it’s easy to fight off any loneliness by just turning on the TV to pretend there’s people around and you’re not so fucking alone all of the time,”

And you gasped a sad breath, making Joe freeze just as he was about to take his last sip, and he pointed a finger.

“No, don’t,”

“Oh no... you have that TV blaring because...”

“Don’t,”

“Because you’re lonely?” Your eyebrows couldn’t possibly knit together any further. “Joe, that’s really sad,” you said, but you burst out laughing straight after.

“Yea, well,” Joe emptied his glass, let the last bit of red slide down his throat. “At least I don’t hold my own fucking hand in bed,”

You erupted into full belly laughter. Just, raw joy from the deepest pits within you. It all bubbled up and out, and you laughed until you couldn’t anymore because it started to hurt your stomach too much. You were tipsy, sure, but you hadn’t been able to laugh at yourself like this in ages. Felt great. Sort of cleansing, in a way.

You’d not even gotten through half a box of photographs.

Time for bed.

There was something nice about tidying up before bed, moving things into the kitchen, turning off all the lights and walking up the stairs together. You said goodnight as you walked into the guest room, and Joe made his way up another flight, but you’d only just taken your socks off when Joe called down for you.

“Um... I think we have a problem?”

Joe’s bed.

You ran up the stairs and found Joe, staring at his new bed. Flat-packed, still. There were dressers, nice armchairs, and bedside tables too. But all still in boxes. Wrapped in plastic. New mattresses nowhere to be found.

Shit.

You’d forgotten all about Joe’s bedroom, and the two of you just stared at it for a moment, trying to think of what to do.

“Take the guest room,” you suddenly said, opting a very sensible solution. “I’ll go... I don’t know, find a hotel to stay at for the night,” But then Joe was already scooping up his pillows that had been left in a pile on the side, and said, “Or, we could pillow-wall it?”  

After asking maybe fifteen times if you felt comfortable, if you were okay with this, if you really were fine, which, “Yes, Joe, shut up, this bed is massive, I won’t even feel it if you turn,” you were in bed together with Joe’s pillows strategically placed in between you underneath the covers. Like you were children who both thought the other was gross and touching each other in your sleep would be the death of you. It was fine. Cute even, but you kind of wished they weren’t there. They had to be. Obviously. You were his PA. Ew, gross. Were you getting paid to sleep in the same bed? Technically you were, weren’t you? Disgusting - that was a thought to push down immediately and to forget about forever.

You were right about the bed, though. It really was wide enough for you to move around freely and not have it be weird. But, you know, it was still a little weird. And you were both a little awkward about it, so you found solace in humour as you got comfortable in the dark.

“If someone had told you a five years ago,” Joe started, and already had you giggling. “That you’d be sleeping in the same bed with me, would you have believed them?” Joe asked, and you could hear how he tried to hold back his own giggles.

You were two ten-year-olds at a slumber party, that's exactly what this felt like.

“You were nobody five years ago,” you laughed. “I would’ve gone, who?”

“Who the fuck’s Joe Quinn?” Joe said in a high-pitched voice.

“I’d also probably say, that won’t ever happen, I would never let my boss talk me into bed with him,”

“Oi, fuck off,” Joe laughed. “I’m only here because you fucked up,”

Oof, shots fired over the pillow wall.

“I’m sorry there’s no TV in here for you to deafen your own sad thoughts with,” you fired right back.

“Good night,” Joe spoke sternly, and then you both laughed until silence took over.

“Good night,” you then said back in a softer tone of voice and turned over onto your side. Joe yawned, said good night in a nice way too, indicating that it really was time to sleep now. No more chatting, no more joking. Just silence, and sleep.

You didn’t know how much later it was when you suddenly snapped out of thought – one of those moments where you were like, oh I’m still awake? I could’ve sworn my thoughts were dreams – by something touching your wrist.

“Stop fidgeting,” you heard Joe whisper drowsily, his voice muffled by duvets and pillows. He’d snuck an arm over to your side and let his fingers wrap around your wrist. Almost in a reflex, you twisted in his grip and took hold of his wrist too.

You laid like that for a little while, until you had the thought that, if you were to fall asleep, your grip would loosen and you’d lose each other. You didn’t know why that pained your chest the way it did, but it was enough for you to move your hand down, fit it into his, and Joe followed your lead as your fingers laced together. You inhaled a sharp breath, and you felt Joe squeeze tightly. You could cry at how comforting this was.

“Don’t let go of it,” you whispered into the dark.

“I won’t.”

And without trying to overthink about how you’d gotten here, which steps you’d taken throughout the past three days that lead up to this moment, you fell into a deep sleep, sunk all the way into the plush softness of the bed, holding hands with Joe, with only fifty-six hours on the clock still.

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[dykeza]

@dromaeo-sauridae I’m just gonna @ your main not side account anyway. This is a giant wall of text let me break it down.

For starters: I made a joke like 2-3 years ago that Quincy (at the time, Quinn) looked a lot like a mix between Sakanade (a humanized sword woman from a bleach AU I made with Fawn Fawnatrix and Squish LongLastName) and the Sniper from tf2. Well, I got into tf2 for real earlier this year, thanks to Squish, and it became, not a joke anymore. Now it’s for real. And since it’s For Real that those are her parents, we started making lore for them and their kids (which started out as just Quincy, but then became her, her younger brother Kit, and her even younger identical twin brothers Stephen and Joey).

So, Sniper is from tf2, the 2007 fps game. Sakanade is from Bleach, which could be the anime or the manga, it depends. And their genres clash! Their styles clash!! So their kids get stuck with both. The “Anchoring Style” they all share is the tf2 comics, because technically, the Sniper who is Quincy’s dad is a version of the Sniper from the comics (Mick Mundy, the Red Sniper). So when they’re all within a certain loosely defined area, they all just, appear in their minds as characters in the tf2 comic. They can interact with the world normally and stuff, they just perceive it in that artstyle (while still retaining some level of imagined realism and interacting with their environment organically, it’s weird idk how to explain it without sounding insane).

It’s when they get too far away from the Anchoring Style that things get weird. Quincy is an assassin, like her dad, and she took a contract to, well, kill Mr. Sands. Thanks to her nepotism of being related to The Sniper Guy from The Team Fortress Two, she got offered a lot of gigs and just happened to pick that one. But, she… didn’t account for or anticipate the genre and style shift to Star Stable Online. So she’s stuck in Jorvik, aware that she’s in the wrong genre but also not entirely aware (she doesn’t fully grasp the “in a video game” part bc, to her, video game is just, real life). And she really really wants to leave and go home but she’s stuck until she either Completes the Story (don’t tell her that sso is forever) or Kills Mr. Sands (virtually impossible bc of the genre of sso).

[g0blintears]

Request Rules

Salutations my little night horrors! I am Captain, and I am here to introduce to all of you to my oneshot requests! Now before we go into the requests, I would like to address a couple of rules and notes:

♡ I only write reader inserts

♡ Please specify if you want a oneshot, headcanon, or an imagine

♡ Please be specific on which characters you want me to write for (I have a list at the bottom) and if you see a character is not on the list, please don’t take it personally. I most likely have the character not on the list because I don’t think I can do them justice ;-; that’s really it lol

♡ I do write NSFW but nothing too hardcore (check list below)

♡ Most of my stories the reader is gender neutral, however, I can still write for either a f!reader or m!reader. This also includes fxf pairings and mxm pairings. Also, if a character is canonically LGBTQ+ Then I’m writing them as so 

♡ All romantic plotted characters will always be 18+ 

♡ I mostly write in second person P.O.V (you/your) but sometimes I will do third person P.O.V (she/her/him/he/they/them/etc) however, I will not write in first person (I/me/my/etc) because that just isn’t my usual style lmao

♡ I do take plot requests, however, I may tweak it a bit depending on how specific you are with the details so if you want something specific, please, be specific 😭

♡ AU's are also accepted. So fantasy AU, Soulmate AU, modern day AU, etc are fine by me

♡ I will possibly take only 10 requests at a time, but I can't promise I'll write them all since I do have other stories I’m working on :’) Writing oneshots is honestly just more for practice and to satisfy any story idea I probably can’t turn into a full chapter book lmao 

♡ When it comes to my yandere stories, I want to be clear that I am extremely against the romanticization of toxic relationship and mental health. So please remember not to seek out these kind of relationships in real life or show some of these ‘yandere’ tendencies to your significant other. The stories I write are just that: stories. Fiction. These relationships are toxic and not healthy. If you do find yourself in these kind of relationships, please seek out a domestic abuse hotline near you

♡ I also don’t just write yandere stories. I am down for a normal healthy relationship and platonic friendships/found family and fluff

I Will Write

Yandere (stalking, pervy, obsessive, possessive, the whole sha-bang)

Pegging | femdom

BDSM: Knife play | wax play | bondage | marking (scratching, biting)

I Won’t Write

Watersports | vomit | scat

Pedophilia

Incest

Mental illnesses

Vore

Beastiality

Fandoms/Characters I Write For:

Games

₊˚⊹ Dead By Daylight

Killers: Trapper/Evan MacMillan | Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. | Wraith/Philip Ojomo | Doctor/Herman Carter | Shape/Michael Myers | Huntress/Anna | Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer | Pig/Amanda Young | Legion/Susie,Julie,Frank,Joey | Plague/Adiris | Ghostface/Danny Johnson | Oni/Kazan Yamaoka | Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn | Executioner/Pyramid Head | Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak | Artist/Carmina Mora |

Survivors: Dwight Fairfield | Meg Thomas | Claudette Morel | David King | Jake Park | Feng Min | Nea Karlsson | Laurie Strode | Ace Visconti | Quentin Smith | Kate Denson | Adam Francis | Jeff Johansen | Jane Romero | Steve Harrington | Yui Kimura | Zarina Kassir | Felix Richter | Élodie Rakoto | Yun-Jin Lee | Jill Valentine | Leon Kennedy | Mikaela Reid | Yoichi Asakawa | Haddie Kaur | Vittorio Toscano | Thalita Lyra | Renato Lyra | Gabriel Soma | Sable Ward

₊˚⊹ Mortal Kombat

Kung Lao | Sub-Zero | Raiden | Liu Kang | Johnny Cage | Mileena | Reptile | Smoke | Kenshi | Scorpion |

Shows/Movies

₊˚⊹ Slashers

Scream: Ghostface [Stu, Billy] | Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Leatherface | Child’s Play [Charles Lee Ray] |

Animes

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Other

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With all of that said, I hope you enjoy my stories :)

[r3dkn0ts]

R3DKN0TS DBD KILLER MASTERLIST

Here I'll document all my headcanons, imagines, and fics that I'll write for the Dead By Daylight killers on this blog, sorted by character! Click the read more to see the masterlist in action! WARNING: THIS IS AN EXTREMELY LONG POST!

The Trapper / Evan MacMillan Headcanons - Badly flirting with The Trapper Imagines

The Wraith / Philip Ojomo Headcanons - Badly flirting with The Wraith Imagines

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. Headcanons - Badly flirting with The Hillbilly Imagines

The Shape / Michael Myers Headcanons Imagines

The Doctor / Herman Carter Headcanons Imagines

The Huntress / Anna Headcanons - The Huntress congratulating her killer S/O on their first 4K Imagines - Worshipping The Huntress ( 18+ )

The Cannibal / Bubba Sawyer Headcanons Imagines

The Spirit / Rin Yamaoka Headcanons Imagines

The Legion / Frank, Julie, Susie, and Joey ( NO NSFW WITH SUSIE ) Headcanons Imagines

The Plague / Adiris Headcanons Imagines

The Ghost Face / Danny Johnson Headcanons Imagines

The Oni / Kazan Yamaoka Headcanons Imagines

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn Headcanons - The Deathslinger with a boyfriend that has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Imagines

The Executioner / Pyramid Head Headcanons Imagines

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The Artist / Carmina Mora Headcanons Imagines

The Dredge Headcanons Imagines

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The Good Gal / Tiffany Valentine ( NO NSFW ) Headcanons Imagines

[moviemunchies]

After the critical and popular acclaim of The Dark Knight, a movie beloved by just about everyone I knew at that time, we all wondered how Christopher Nolan would follow up in the next Batman movie.

The result, The Dark Knight Rises, was a bit divisive.

Eight years after Joker’s reign of terror, Batman is still blamed for Harvey Dent’s crimes and death,, with the Dent Act having cleaned up Gotham’s streets. Batman’s gone, since he’s supposedly won, and Bruce Wayne is a recluse. But the terrorist leader Bane, an expelled member of the League of Shadows, comes to Gotham with a plan to take over Wayne Industries’ energy project, turn it into a bomb, and eventually destroy the city, cutting it off from the rest of the country and causing the violent overthrow of society.

And Batman can’t do anything to stop him.

We’ll talk about some spoilers in this review. I don’t  know if anyone cares, because this movie’s a decade old; I thought I’d throw that out there, anyway.

When it’s remembered at all, other than memes of Bane’s voice (no really, the Harley Quinn show uses it), it’s generally considered as the worst of the Nolan Batman films. And I think that’s true, but it’s a high bar, and the movie has a lot going for it. It’s more thoughtful than most superhero movies today, for sure–though that doesn’t mean all of these thoughts always work when expressed on screen.

Shortly after re-watching this movie, I saw Chris Stuckmann’s recent video on the film, and he brings up an idea that has made me think. He talks about how, in the previous movie, the Joker makes the assertion that once you get rid of the rules of society, people will tear each other apart–and what we see in this film is Gotham City tear itself apart (or at least, some of it–we don’t see much of what the average people are doing) once Bane brings down the ruling institutions. It makes me wonder. There were rumors that if Heath Ledger hadn’t died, the Joker would have played a role in this movie. And so I’m really, really curious and imagining an incredibly ambitious film that ties together both the League of Shadows storyline and the anarchy of the Joker. I’d like to think it would blow us all out of the water.

We didn’t get that though.

There are some baffling things in this movie. Bane’s voice has grown on me, but re-watching it’s annoying that the third act has two or three instances of Bruce Wayne/Batman just… appearing where he needs to be. I’m not asking for a full scene of how he got from the Pit to Gotham, I just want a throwaway line or something. I suspect that the film loses track of its characters. Miranda Tate/Talia is an example of this–at the trial scene, Bane asks her to be brought to him, and then she’s with the captives that Bruce sees when he pretends to be captured, and then later he asks where she is. Despite that he has no reason to think she’s anywhere other than where he left her. But she’s not, she’s with Bane again.

Actually, we should talk about Talia and her role in the movie. It’s fine, in theory, I guess–

[Waitwaitwait hang on! What do you mean, child Talia is played by Joey King in the flashbacks?!]

–but there’s so much work missing. We’re meant to believe that Bruce is falling for her, I think? They don’t have enough meaningful interactions for me to think that Bruce has reason to feel particularly attached to her, but after he goes broke he lets her into his mansion and has sex with her. Why? Well, so it’s a twist when it turns out that it’s Talia, and she wanted to kill him the entire time. Since her relationship with Bruce also comes out of nowhere though, it seemed as if the character only exists to make Plot Twists instead of being developed as a real person in the narrative.

Selina Kyle is an interesting character, and I appreciate her character arc here more. I don’t know if running off with Bruce is the best ending, as again, I don’t know if there’s enough work put into that romance; though unlike with Talia, but I can actually see that these two are attracted to each other, and actually grow more attached to the other as the story goes on.

[Side note that might be a Hot Take: does anyone ship Bruce/Batman with Talia? Other than Ra’s al Ghul?]

Upon re-watch, I found Selina’s character arc in this movie much more interesting. She’s someone who, over the course of the film, realizes how her selfishness has led to absolutely terrible consequences. I like that.

The fight scenes in this movie are… eh? They’re not good. I complained about it in the last movie; they’re worse here. Nolan is less interested in that aspect of action movies, I think. There are bits that are alright, but overall, it is miles behind every other superhero movie in this regard, which is a shame because this is Batman. Batman is supposed to be one of the greatest fictional martial artists of all time, and Nolan put together a very basic style for him, which is at its worst in this movie. Disappointing.

One of the most discussed aspects of the film is Bane’s rhetoric. Many took issue with how and his forces are presented. Bane gives several speeches about liberating Gotham’s people from corrupt elites, and yet he’s the villain, instead of a revolutionary hero. I’ve talked about this before, but these comments miss the point of Bane: he’s not a revolutionary. He’s a terrorist. He’s happy, like so many real-life villains, to use rhetoric about helping people get what they want or deserve in order to gain public support only to use that support for his own ends. He does not care about the liberation of Gotham’s people, he wants to blow them up because he thinks they’re beyond redemption.

Now, one could argue that the delivery of all of this is awkwardly done, or could have been done better, and I’ll accept that argument. But so often it seems like a lot of people seem baffled at the idea that villains convincingly lie to people sometimes to get what they want, or that benevolent ideology can be used as a cover for nefarious purposes. They’ve clearly never watched anything in pop culture as a religious person, I think. Look, maybe this is more right-wing than most Hollywood films now, but that’s a low bar, and as critic Jonathtan Chait put it, the movie only “submits the rather modest premise that, irritating though the rich may be, actually killing them and taking all their stuff might be excessive.” Some people find that too extremist, I guess.

The actual inspirations for the film are quite obviously the French Revolution and Tale of Two Cities, and I sort of like the idea of this story. Gotham is a mess, and horribly corrupt, even when they do get the crime off of the streets (even though the Dent Act is not how city laws work!), and so it requires fixing that corruption before things actually get set right. 

I remember some doofus on Tumblr (the same one who was like, “Joker says he doesn’t have a plan but totally does! Gotcha, Nolan fans!”) who argued that the ending of The Dark Knight was ProBleMAtiC because it involves people believing a lie for the sake of the Greater Good–welp, this movie exists! And it shows that, yeah, that’s actually a massive problem! Let’s deal with that!

No, it’s not the best ending we could have gotten to this trilogy. But I don’t think it’s bad–I think it’s pretty good. It just isn’t up to the high standards of the previous film–which is pretty darn high! I think maybe it required a couple more editorial looks before completion. Still, I enjoyed this movie! Even though it’s the weakest link in the Nolan Batman trilogy.

[fardell24b]

Quinn and Stacy - Trouble of Invitation - Part 1

Troubles of Invitation

Brittany Taylor was having difficulty in Art. She liked drawing in art, but she always had difficulty drawing three dimensional pictures. She sighed and tried to draw a cube again. She did it again! It was all wonky! “Ms. Defoe!”

 The teacher came over. “Having trouble?” she asked.

 “Yes! I can’t seem to get the cube right!”

 Defoe looked at Brittany’s work so far. “Have you heard of single point perspective?”

 “Um… Maybe?” Brittany responded.

 The teacher sighed. “Try to imagine a point somewhere.”

 “Um, sure,” Brittany said. She chose a spot above the paper.

 “Now use that as a point to draw the edges of the cube towards.”

  “OK,” Brittany said.

 “I’ll come back later and see how you do.”

  It took Brittany most of the class time to figure it out. Defoe returned and saw her work. “You did well!”

 “Thanks.”

  After class Brittany’s boyfriend Kevin Thompson was talking to his team mate, Michael ‘Mack’ Mackenzie. “Yo, Mack Daddy. You coming to Brittany's party?”

 “Don't call me that, okay?” Mack said with annoyance. “What's this party for, anyway?”

 “Um…” Kevin said as he tried to think.

 “Stop if it starts to hurt,” Mack said, not sure that he was joking.

 “Her birthday was last month,” Kevin said. “I helped her exchange all her presents.”

 “Even yours?” Mack asked with the same incredulous tone as before.

 “Yeah. Then she had a saleslady explain the difference between perfume and cologne. Interesting stuff, bro.” He paused as he closed his locker. “Now I remember! The party's to celebrate her parents being out of town.” He noticed some of his teammates approaching. “Hey, Joey, Jeffy, Jeremy.”

 “I’m Jamie!” the last named one groused.

 “Whatever,” Kevin responded.

 “Uh, if we're invited,” Joey Black responded.

 “You're on the team, dudes. When a cheerleader has a party, all the football players are automatically invited,” Kevin said.

 “It's on page six of the play book,” Mack said.

 Kevin saw the new girl, Quinn Morgendorffer approaching. “Hey, Quinn, what about you?”

 “Can I?” Quinn asked.

 “Sure!”

 That afternoon, Quinn was over at Stacy’s. She had to admit, her manga collection was a little weird, but intriguing. “These are interesting,” she said as she looked through another book. “How long have you been interested?”

 “Several years,” Stacy answered.

 Quinn turned a page. “Wow! These are hardly dressed.”

 Stacy gave a nervous giggle. “Yeah… Some are like that. Not all of them.”

 “What do you like about them?”

 “It’s the stories. About teens who struggle in their everyday lives and yet are able to overcome their difficulties with determination and the help of their friends.”

 “So, you sort of see yourself there?” Quinn asked.

 “That’s right,” Stacy answered with a smile.

 “Do you think I’d like them?”

 “Probably. I mean, the Japanese clothing designs are interesting, so there’s that.”

 Quinn turned another page and saw that the previously nearly unclad character had dressed much more appropriately. “They certainly are.”

 “Sandi thinks it’s nerdy, so I don’t talk to her about them.”

 “Really?”

 Stacy nodded.

  There was a pause in the conversation as Quinn read through the volume, finding that the story did hold her attention. It ended with an invitation to a party, reminding her of her conversation with Kevin. “By the way, I was invited to Brittany’s party.”

 “You were?” Stacy asked.

 “Yes,” Quinn answered.

 “I know Sandi is going. She was talking about it as we left school,” Stacy said. “I’m not sure if I want to go if she’s going.”

 “I’ll be going,” Quinn said.

 “I’ll think about it,” Stacy said.

 Quinn nodded.

  At home, Quinn thought about it as she looked over possible outfits for the party. “Sheer, semi-sheer, or opaque?” She picked up another one. “Textured!” Of course, that was just the skirt. ‘How to help Stacy?’ That had been on her mind most of the afternoon. ‘I guess I have to play it by ear.’ She looked towards the closet. There were 72 more hours to go.

  Saturday afternoon. Stacy was still going through her closet, when Quinn showed up. “Hi, Quinn.”

 “Hi, Stacy.”

 “I’m still not ready! I’m not sure what to wear!”

 “Oh! I’ll help you,” Quinn said.

 “Thanks!”

  It took a while, but Quinn helped Stacy get ready.

 “Thanks, Quinn!”

  Quinn and Stacy arrived at the Taylor’s place on time. Quinn found that Joey, Jeffy and the other one, were already there. “Quinn!” Joey called out.

 “Hi, Joey,” Quinn said.

 “Just because people are cliquey and snotty is no reason not to like them,” Stacy murmured.

 “Huh?” Jeffy asked.

 “Never mind,” Stacy said.

 “Sure.”

[containatrocity]

Why are you apologizing? Where is Absinthe supposed to start? The distance, the paranoia, he knows its founded- there is no good in what comes from the places that created him- Koda had failed, fled, and was seeking him to save him from the Brotherhood- They weren't part of it, anymore. Maybe Raziel wasn't either. But he was still of their ilk, surely- a need for power and control that if slighted became dangerous. In league with Quinn's beliefs- and the knowledge that the God she might worship is more present here than Absinthe's own... There is danger looming, he wanted nothing more than to protect the people he loves from it- But in his desperation he has deprived them instead, of their friends, of the truth, of being able to tell the truth. It exhausts him, he can't imagine how Deen feels- this is his grand cross to bear- he's pushed it onto them, in turn.

Their lips meet again, longer now, and Absinthe tries to take comfort in the familiar, the taste of them against their lips. "I love you. I miss you." Is managed into the space between. "I- I do not think I was wrong in my concerns, but I have done things that only made things worse for us in my pursuit of ensuring your safety, Esther's safety, Joei's safety- in my desperation to keep the three of you some... esoteric idea of away from harm I... caused it. For that alone I should be apologetic." Their voice breaking makes the cold knife of guilt twist more firmly in his stomach.

It's not much further from the hustle of main street- the remains of a building deemed un-salvageable after the earthquake the shattered backdrop for the rest of this conversation. "I- I know we have not... discussed anything of permanence... at- at least not with me. I know that you and Esther have... each other, and I am comforted to know that there is... stability, for Joei, and someone to call home for the two of you- But I am sick with myself with shame for what feels like I am betraying you- the very thing I chased you from the commune over, so terrified of what they could do I- I nearly found myself in their bed, and-" He winces, stepping back slightly. "I am a poor excuse for a servant of God, and a worse one for a lover. I do not deserve it, but I- I would ask, if I am still worth the trouble, that you hold me solely. That my home ends where you and Esth do.... I- I'll be speaking with them today, too. Telling them the truth. A-all of it. And should they still have any fondness in them for me after seeing the blood on my hands- I- I will be asking them the same. I cannot do this alone, anymore. I don't think Absinthe ever could."

sin's voice sent a shiver up ondine's spine, but it wasn't in a bad way. instead, it was a way that made their skin come alive, the grip on their wrist nearly making them fall to their knees in relief and defeat. they hadn't seen absinthe since their daughter's birthday, holding true to the instructions they'd given them in order to keep their family safe. but that distance only made ondine crave closeness, and as they tugged them into a more secluded space, it didn't take long for deen to wrap themselves around sin. the kiss was soft and brief, and yet somehow it made up for all those months they had to spend apart. but deen wasn't so willing to let sin go just yet, and they made that clear by clinging to them desperately.

"why are you apologizing?" she muttered, her voice soft in that shared space between them. sin's forehead was warm and familiar, and as her fingers traveled to the back of their neck, she couldn't help but let out a soft hum. his presence was slowly filling that absinthe-shaped hole that had formed in her heart the second she'd moved out of the commune, and if this was all she'd be allowed to have for a while, then she planned to take advantage of it. "you've been holding on for longer than any of us wanted. we miss you at home. i miss you, and i'm tired of having to keep pretending that nothing is going wrong." there was a crack in ondine's voice as she spoke, her forehead wrinkling in an attempt to keep her emotions at bay. without another word, she stretched up to catch him in another kiss, though this one lasted longer out of fear that it would be the last for a while.

his suggestion to take a walk had her heart pounding, and without having to say anything, ondine gave a gentle nod of her head. if it meant getting more time with absinthe, she'd do just about anything. "i'm yours for as long as you need me."

[manic-eddie]

why do other men even try when Joseph Quinn exists??

*I do not own any of these pictures‼️so credit to any and everyone who took these pics😙*

[sharksnshakes]

Survivor! Reader Attempting To Flirt With The Killers HCs

When running and hiding from the killers becomes too much work, it’s time to change strategies. 

AN; but... what if. what if i flirted with ‘em. think about it. also, i’ve never tried this format before, so hopefully it goes well

TW; none i can think of? it’s mildly suggestive but only if you squint

Into it and ashamed (if only slightly) 

Evan Macmillan, Joey, Philip Ojomo, Max Thompson Jr. 

Into it and not ashamed

DANNY JOHNSON, Herman Carter, Caleb Quinn, Pinhead, Freddy Krueger, Kazan Yamaoka

Confused/Doesn’t care

Pyramid Head, Philip Ojomo, Michael Myers

Act like they’re not into it, but they actually are into it

EVAN MACMILLAN, Frank Morrison, Caleb Quinn, Albert Wesker, Kazan Yamaoka

Annoyed by it (if only slightly) 

Albert Wesker

Please, they’ve been flirting with you for weeks. How haven’t you noticed? 

DANNY JOHNSON, Caleb Quinn, Ji-Woon Hak

[whorangecassidy]

next week’s aew lb is gonna be a lil spicy bc that was the one i was supposed to go to :”)

[ramona-thorns]

not me having baby fever over this-

Hello! I love your writing so much!!!!

May I request something along the lines of reader and Joey are friends and had a drunken one night stand and she finds out she’s pregnant and they decide that they will co-parent when the bébé is here but they fall in love during the pregnancy? (Only if you’re comfortable writing it tho) thanksies a lot ♥️

ok so this request fed me an ENDING and its the most awful thing because i like to let my mind wander and come to my own conclusions, so, sorry anon, but i only used the first half of your request and i dont care if you're ok with that or not... ok love you bye Wordcount: 4.8K

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Ground Rules

“I need to talk to you,”

It wasn’t as pressing as we need to talk, but the urgency felt the same when you said it. “Alright,” Joe had sounded a little confused, but he had no reason to not take you seriously when he heard your tone. “Not over the phone, face to face,” you clarified, biting a piece of skin by your nail, and ripping a chunk of it off. “Is something wrong?” Joe asked, his concern growing. You stared at the positive pregnancy test in front of you on the coffee table. “Could you come over now?”

The two of you hadn’t been in a room alone since that night. You had both agreed it was such a dumb mistake, one you’d never speak of again – you promised it, and then you made Joe pinky swear you, to really lock it in.

You’d been vulnerable, drunk, and emotional after a date ghosted you, and Joe had been there with kind words, empathetic eyes, and soft hugs for you. He spent that evening telling your friends, who only wanted to know what was wrong, to leave you alone, and you’d felt all protected by him. It turned out to be lethal mixture, all of it combined, and it hadn’t scared Joe off when you had said through laughs that one particularly tight hug had given you fanny-flutter. Instead, he’d gone, “Yea? Feel this,” and had guided your hand onto his semi. You’d left the party immediately.

Afterwards, you’d been just fine within groups. It was easy to pretend you hadn’t heard the noises Joe made when you’d been wrapped and clenched around him, when you were surrounded by other people who steered the conversation. Joe used his acting skills to make everyone believe he’d never even thought of you that way, all sweaty and panting between his sheets and underneath his hands. But if the two of you crossed paths in an empty kitchen when getting drinks, or in a hallway as you waited for the toilet, it was awkward. You were all nervous laughter and Joe was all tensed shoulders when there wasn’t at least one other person in your presence that you could both latch onto so you wouldn’t have to talk to each other. Avoidance wasn’t the right word, but careful consideration of who you’d be around at social settings was something that kept the both of you on your toes.

Therefore, calling him now, just over a month after that night, was odd. And you asking to talk to him face to face in private even more so.

“Hey, you alright?” Joe seemed like he’d rushed, not entirely out of breath, but definitely breathing heavier through flared nostrils. It didn’t take him any time to see that you’d been crying.

“I don’t think we are,” you answered, and Joe curved his eyebrows. We?

You didn’t know what else to do besides just show him. You lead the way over to your coffee table, let yourself fall onto your sofa and reached for the pregnancy test you’d taken a couple hours earlier. You rolled your wrist to hold it out for Joe to see, who, from what it seemed like, forgot how to breathe entirely.

“What the…” Joe said when he finally sat down next to you, eyes still glued to the blue plus sign on the small display. “Is it…” Joe finished the rest of his question in his mind: mine? You understood what he meant.

“Sort of has to be,” you answered, revealing you hadn’t had any other sexual partners since him. And, if you were honest, it had been a dry couple of months leading up to that night, as well. It was one of the reasons why it all had played out the way it had in the first place.

“Oh, right,” was all Joe managed to say as he placed the pregnancy test back on the table in front of you, leaving the two of you to stare at it there.

The same whirlwind ravaged through both of your minds as you remained silent for a while.

“What do you want to do?” Joe was the first to break the silence, eyes not pulling from the plastic device on the table in front of him.

“What do you think we should do?” you passed the ball right back to him.

“I don’t think I get much say, to be honest,” Joe said, and you disagreed, but you knew what he meant and appreciated the sentiment. It would’ve been much worse if he’d demanded you’d do exactly what he wanted for himself, you recognised.

You sighed deeply.

“I don’t know what I want,” you then honestly said, and turned your head to look at Joe. “I’ve got a scan tomorrow, I’m sure they’ll tell me all the options then,” you refrained from saying my options or our options, because both those options sounded far too confrontational.

“Tomorrow?” Joe found your eyes. “Is that not… I don’t know, a bit soon for a scan?”

“It’s been 10 weeks,”

Joe’s brow furrowed and you could see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he did some mental math.

“Not technically, but apparently, they count from the last time you’ve had your period, so, they scheduled me in their first available slot, which is tomorrow afternoon, at a quarter past three,”

You’d just learnt all this information yourself literal minutes ago when you’d phoned you GP mid panic attack. It had been just over six weeks ago that you’d woken up naked in between Joe’s sheets with your legs tangled together and your mouth dryer than you’d ever felt it, so you knew that biologically, you couldn’t have been pregnant for 10 weeks. But your GP hadn’t cared when you tried to explain that, and had instead just presented you with your stats. You hadn’t been able to do anything other than accept them.

“Fuck, if I hadn’t been so stupid,” you started, eyes squeezed shut and wholly blaming yourself for the position you had found yourself in now.

“Hey,” Joe’s fingers found their way around your wrist. “We’ve had this chat already,”

“I know, but–”

“We were both there. We were both fucking stupid,” Joe winced, painfully aware that what he was saying wasn’t fixing the situation, but the shared responsibility did make you feel a little lighter.

Another silence fell, and when you dared another glance at Joe, all signs pointed at him not knowing what to do. It was etched all over his face, and his body language matched it. It was exactly what you’d expected, but the opposite of what you needed.

“Will you come?” Joe snapped out of his thoughts at the sudden fragility in your voice. It sent a shockwave through his nervous system, and when he looked at you, he saw nothing but fear in your eyes.

“Yea, of course. Of course, I’ll come.”   

The next day, you decided to not go together, but to meet each other there. You didn’t need to sit next to Joe in a car without escape, so agreeing to meet in the waiting area seemed a sensible decision to make.

“Did you tell anyone?” you asked Joe, genuinely curious if there were now people inside or outside of your circle that might have a different opinion of you now, but Joe shook his head no.

“Did you?” he shot your question back at you, and you did the same, also shaking your head no.

“I wouldn’t know how to have explained it to anyone,” you said, letting out a pressured cackle, because the only other choice was to cry. You were hardly going to tell any of your mutual friends that you’d snuck off with Joe that night to let him touch various areas inside of your body with various body parts of his. And how else were you going to explain that you’d fallen pregnant with his baby?

“Oh, come on,” Joe frowned at you. “They know.”

And it only occurred to you then, that they probably did. Your group of friends wasn’t massive. The house parties you had were better described to be gatherings with background music and loud laughter. Two people suddenly having gone missing after hugging each other on the balcony a lot, must have been suspicious enough. But no one had made any comments or had even given you any looks. Then again, had you really been paying attention to how other people had been acting around you? You couldn’t have been – you’d been solely preoccupied making sure no one was accidentally going to ever step away from you and leave you alone with Joe to chat amongst yourselves.

“Judging by your faces, I’m going to have to ask you, is this a happy occasion? Are we celebrating?” your GP read the both of you as you’d walked in, all fidgety and nervous and gave you a concerned look. Now sat in front of her, she could practically smell the panic on you.

“I… we, we don’t know,” you answered, giving Joe questioning eyes as you did. You didn’t want to speak for him and be wrong, but he nodded.

“What situation are we finding ourselves in, if I may ask?” your GP looked at you over her glasses, and you were sure you looked like a pair of scared 16-year-olds who had made an appointment without your parents knowing. The distance between the two chairs you and Joe sat in opposite your GP didn’t help.

“This- this wasn’t planned,” you motioned at your stomach.

“We’re not together. Not like that,” Joe clarified.

“Well, we were,”

“Once,”

“By accident,”

“Dumb mistake,”

Your doctor’s eyes shot from Joe to you, backwards and forwards, as if she was watching a tennis match.

“Should we first check if everything’s alright, and then we can talk about what the best option would be for you, is that okay?”

And so, minutes later, you were laid on a bed with your stomach exposed as your GP pushed the ultrasound device firmly into the soft skin below your bellybutton. She moved it around and searched for what you thought was too long a time, and both Joe and you stared at a monitor, entirely unsure what you were looking at, and what you were looking for.

“Ah, there we go,” she then suddenly said, and clicked a button, filling the room with a very faint, very rapid, beating sound.

“We’ve got a heartbeat already,”

You gasped, and it was so abrupt, it nearly made you cough. Tears sprung into your eyes at a speed you didn’t even think was humanly possible. Suddenly, this was real. Very, very real. You turned to see if you could gage Joe’s reaction, and then saw that he was holding onto one of your hands with both of his – something you hadn’t even consciously acknowledged until your eyes caught it.

“That’s the heartbeat?” Joe’s eyebrows couldn’t be higher up on his face, his forehead etched with deep wrinkles, desperately needing confirmation from the GP. “The heartbeat?” he asked again, now through narrowed eyes as your GP just nodded. “That’s the heartbeat,” Joe then said to you, delivering it as if it was news to you, as if you hadn’t been there for that interaction between them.

“Shit,” you laughed, wiping a tear with the back of the hand Joe wasn’t white knuckling before it could disappear into your hair. “We’re so fucked.”

When it really came down to it, you had three options: have it and keep it, have it and not keep it, or get rid whilst you still could. All options were laid out on the table with care, and without judgement, and all options led to more choices that had to be made. You and Joe had both listened in complete silence, not wanting to miss any important details, entirely unsure and unaware of what the other was thinking. And you’d been given the gift of time; there was still time to decide. Not enough time to procrastinate it, but you were happy with every minute you were granted.

“I can’t get rid of it,” you said when you were stood outside your car, not sure how to say goodbye to each other after what you’d just witnessed inside that doctor’s office, so instead, you postponed it altogether and hovered in each other’s presence for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“So, then we won’t.” Joe simply said, and his use of the collective ‘we’ left your fingers numb, slightly tingly.

“Joe, you don’t have to– if you don’t want, I’m not going to– you could be–” you couldn’t find the right words to tell him he was allowed to opt out if he wanted to. You weren’t going to hold it against him. It was a decision you’d made last night when you couldn’t sleep, and it had been the only safe thought that had eventually let your mind stop racing enough to drift off.

“Don’t… We’ll figure something out,” Joe said, but you didn’t believe him. “It’s 2022,” he then shrugged, as if that was an acceptable answer to a question that required at least a paragraph for a proper answer. It was far too casual an approach for what was about to be a life altering choice for him. And for you too, of course, but that felt like more of an afterthought. You’d cope.

“Don’t you have to talk this over with, I don’t know, your manager… publicist… you parents?” you tried, entirely aware of what people involved in his career were going to possibly tell him.

“They can advise, but they don’t decide for me.” Joe then reached for both your hands, and it didn’t feel romantic, but it was caring, and protective. “There was a heartbeat,” he then said, and you understood what he meant. It was the sole reason why you’d immediately wiped getting an abortion of the table. Because you’d heard it now. You’d heard your baby.

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” He then said and tugged at your arms, pulling you into a hug.

It had taken you a hot minute to be able to use upfront words with each other. Yes, you wanted to have and keep the baby. Yes, you wanted to birth this child and then raise it, be its mother, love it for the rest of its and your life. Saying it was scary, but then hearing Joe echo your exact feelings was scarier. It meant you were going to actually do it. But you weren’t together – no. Not like that.

“Do parents necessarily need to be, though?” Joe had argued, making a case he didn’t need to be making against you, because you agreed wholeheartedly.

“How many people do we know that have parents that are still together?” you pointedly said, and Joe had wanted to kiss you for how much on the same page you were about this.

Your situation almost seemed better than having a baby as a couple. Being together only meant there’d be potential to end up separating, a traumatic event for any child no matter the age, which would potentially leave you hating each other and not on speaking terms. Instead, you were having this baby as great friends, on the same page about so many things, both ready to have a child and love the absolute loving shit out of it. Why was this even considered to be an unconventional decision when all the other options were clearly so much worse?

Out of everyone, your friends needed most convincing.

“But what if Joe starts seeing someone, and they get serious, and then they also want children together?” they challenged you.

“Then there’ll be siblings,” you’d smiled at all of their worried faces, which only grew more worried as Joe passed you a non-alcoholic beverage, switched out the snacks in front of you for baby carrots, and high-fived you before returning to the conversation on the other side of the room he’d briefly stepped out of when he’d seen you surrounded by friends holding beers.

“Trust me, this is going to work out better than it does for people who get married, buy a house, and then decide to start trying for a baby. We have solid ground rules set in place, it’s absolutely fool proof.” and you weren’t lying – you truly believed every single word you’d said. Your friends, however, didn’t trust it one bit, the image of Joe guiding your hand over to touch his penis over his jeans in front of the large windows on the balcony still clear in their minds.

It all seemed perfect. Until one late afternoon, when Joe’d unexpectedly dropped by with books he’d been given by his mother to give to you, and he had found you in a suggestive dress, baby bump sticking out, twisting your hair around your straightener in the bathroom.

“Oh, great! Thanks!” You excitedly said when you saw what Joe was holding. “Could you leave those on my bedside table for me? I’ve got so many books to get through, I’m going to have to start leaving them places I know I’ll actually have the time to reach for them.”

But Joe didn’t move – he hadn’t even properly heard what you’d said.

“What are you doing?” That dress was too short for the weather you’d been having, he thought.

“Getting ready,” you said upbeat, making eye contact with Joe in the mirror. “I’ve got a date tonight,” you spoke like you were speaking to a girlfriend, giddy excitement written all over your face.

“You’re wearing lip gloss,” Joe said softly, not fully grasping why it was an important detail he felt he needed to point out.

“Hey, have you checked your schedule for two weeks from now? There’s a class I really want to check out, at least go in once, you know, and it’d be great if you– Joe?” you’d seen Joe drift off in thought, his eyes trained on the reflection of your stomach in the mirror.

“Yea?” Joe snapped out of it. “Yea. Yea, um, book it. I’ll find the time,”

“Great,”

In the silence that followed, you could see Joe go through several emotions behind you, and when you turned to look at him, you found that without the distance the mirror gave, everything intensified. His eyes spoke volumes and Joe didn’t need to articulate his thoughts because you could read them from his face.

“Joe… we’re not– it’s not that we–”

“I know,” Joe interrupted you, jaw tensed. “But... would I be an awful friend if I asked you not to go?”

“You can’t…” you started, then slumped your shoulders and sighed deeply. “That’s not fair, don’t do this to me,”

“You’re pregnant, with my child,” Joe said, wholly believing he was making a fair a point, stretching out a hand to place over your pregnant stomach.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought it over a million times before finally deciding to just go for it. The prospect of having a child with a man you weren’t dating was one you’d so fully accepted, but the fact that this meant that you’d technically be a single mother rubbed you wrong. It felt lonely. From the second that you’d secretly given yourself that label, you’d been wanting to change that for yourself.

“I am.” You accepted Joe’s hand, clasped your hand over his and let it rest there for a second. “But we’re not together, are we?”

A silence lingered where Joe went over every agreement, every choice, every single reason the two of you had gone over in the past two, three months and he carefully let himself dabble with the idea that maybe he’d been wrong and you should talk about this more, and right at this second too.

“You’re right,” but then he decided against it, letting go of your stomach and taking a step back. “We’re not.”

It had left you with a bad taste in your mouth, and the pit of guilt in your stomach grew fast over the next thirty minutes until it reached a size unmanageable by you, and you ultimately cancelled your date.

You knew you were going to have to talk about this with Joe. You still thought it was unfair of him, but it felt smart to get this sorted sooner rather than later. Perhaps you could come up with some more rules, some you both agreed on, and your guilt could dwindle down so at least you wouldn’t feel exactly where it sat in your body.

“fine” you texted Joe. “ive canceled the date”

It took a minute for Joe to reply.

“you didnt need to” Joe sent, followed by, “not for me”

And you agreed, but you didn’t think Joe was being honest. Because if you didn’t cancel the date for him, then who would you be cancelling for? The moment you thought it, you knew the answer.

“did it for the baby”

And you realised as you typed it up that it was the truth. If there was one thing you weren’t going to let happen, was bringing this baby into a life where its parents didn’t communicate with each other properly. So, cancelling your date so you could first establish several more ground rules in this area with Joe seemed reasonable.

“you owe me dinner” you added, because now, because of Joe, suddenly, your evening was empty and you’d squirmed your way into your dress for nothing.

“omw”

Joe grinned when you let him into your apartment in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt you’d owned for years. Just your comfy self, the girl he knew and had come to grow so fond of.

“I’m sorry,” he started, entirely engulfed by his own cloud of guilt that hung so low over him, his entire head felt stuck in it and he couldn’t see out far past the fog very far.

“Eh,” you waved it off, acting aloof, but glad he said it. Your attention was with what he was holding.

“What did you get?” it smelled great.

“It was a hard choice between all the cravings you’ve been mentioning,” Joe put two white take away bags down on your kitchen table. “So, I didn’t choose. Just got all of them.” And if you hadn’t already fully forgiven Joe for fucking up your evening, this had certainly done it.

“We need more ground rules, specifically for dating,” it was a while later, and technically, you’d finished dinner. You were sat on your knees, butt pushed against your calves and shins pressed into your plush area rug, as you picked from the half empty tubs of take-away with your fingers, just helping yourself to the little bits you actually really liked.

“Okay, yes,” Joe was spread out on your sofa opposite you, the top button of his jeans undone, having eaten entirely too much, entirely too fast.

“Easy,” he then said and looked at you. “Rule number one: no dating.”

Your face dropped and you gave him a sarcastic glare. “For the both of us?” you then challenged, thinking maybe Joe had forgotten that he’d rope himself in on these ground rules as well.

Joe comically blinked his eyes and searched for the right words, the noises coming from his mouth a stumbling mess of wells and uhms. It was moments like these that you were reminded why you liked hanging out with Joe so much – he could so effortlessly make you genuinely smile in the easiest and smallest of ways.

“That’s what I thought,” you said and grinned at Joe’s stupid face. You loved that stupid face.

Then suddenly, your face fell. You went from all smirks and throat giggles to big, scared eyes and a furrowed brow in the fraction of a second.

Joe saw, and sat up immediately.

“Oh my God,” both your hands found the underside of your baby bump, as if you wanted to hold it up and carry the weight of it in your hands.

“What’s wrong?” Joe sounded more panicked than you, feet now swung onto the floor, ready to get up and swing into action if you said the word.

“What the– oh my God, come here, quick,” you moved up onto your knees from sitting on your calves and held out an arm for Joe to grab.

Joe was quick, moving over to help you stand up. But you didn’t need help standing. Instead, you took Joe’s hand and moved it to where you’d felt it, pressing his open palm to an area scarily close to your crotch, but that hadn’t even crossed your mind.

“Do you feel that?”

And Joe focused, staring at your stomach, now on his knees in front of you, his fingers spread wide, using both his hands too to catch more surface area, not wanting to miss what he’d been hoping to witness for weeks now.

“I felt it against my thighs,” you spoke softly, scared that noise might scare it off.

A couple of seconds passed, and nothing happened. Joe didn’t move, though.

“Felt like an elbow or a–” for the first time ever in your life, you were interrupted by your baby, and you smiled when Joe looked up at you with big, excited eyes, shocked at what he was experiencing.

Whatever limbs your baby was pushing out, it did more of it the more you spoke, and when Joe started laughing, it felt like your baby was trying to climb its way out of you through your skin well before its due date.

“Ow, Jesus, okay,” you winced. “Let’s calm down, that’s my pubic bone you’re kicking, mate,” you rubbed in the spot you felt it, and Joe copied your movements, trying to ease the pain.

“Joe,” you took hold of one of Joe’s wrists, stilling his movements. “Maybe let’s not do that so close to my vagina, alright?” you joked, and Joe smiled as he looked down at them, but kept his hands where they were.

“What if…” Joe started and shot his eyes up at you. You moved your head just a twitch, almost warning him for what you thought the end of that sentence was going to be.

“What if I wanted to?”

You swallowed thickly, immediately aware of you close you were to each other. You could smell the food Joe’d just eaten on his breath if you wanted to. “Don’t say shit like that,” you started, moving to sit back down like you’d been sitting before, moving Joe’s hands away from you. “You can’t rile me up like that, look where it got us the last time we did that,” you said, wrapping your stomach in your own arms.

“Even if I meant it?” Joe copied you, moving back to sit on his heels, his eyes riddled with big emotions you wish they wouldn’t display so readily.

“You can mean anything and everything you say when you’re horny, Joe,” you dismissed him entirely, not ready to delve back into the place you’d last visited when you’d managed to create what was now seemingly kicking your pelvis.

Joe eyed you for a minute, unsure how to make himself clearer to you.

“Okay,” he then said, “Ground rules for dating. Like I said. No dating.” Joe repeated himself from earlier, and you were ready to tut at him, but he was fast to raise a finger at you.

“Unless!”

He paused for effect.

“We date each other.” Joe pursed his lips into a small smile, and for a moment you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. But then he moved back up high onto his knees and reached for your face with both hands. You just stared at him as his fingers took hold of your cheeks, fingers curling around your jaw and ears.

“I’m serious,” Joe then said, and you could tell from his whole being that he was.

“What about–” you tried with a shaky voice as Joe got closer, but didn’t even know how you’d imagined to finish that sentence.

“What about what?” Joe knew he wasn’t going to get an answer, and when he glanced from your lips towards your eyes, he saw that you were looking at his lips too.

Joe kissed you. Slow. And soft. Then alternating fluttery kisses with longer, deeper ones. And you let him. Even though it fully went against everything you’d been spewing about to your friends for months. You’d come up with so many reasons why not being together as a couple was actually a godsend for this child, and how you were going to prove yourselves right, they would just have to wait, and see, and trust you.

Joe kissed you. Rougher after a while, like he'd grown hungier and needed more of you, but when one of his hands moved down to caress your stomach, he slowed back down and it was blissfully romantic. It was hard for you to stay and not float away.

“Fuck, how are we going to– to explain this to our friends,” you breathed, Joe's lips now pressing wet kisses into your neck as you panted. You remembered how adamant you’d been about how your situation was the absolute best one for a baby to be birthed into, but now you were very aware that this one was infinitely better.

“Oh, come on,” Joe pulled back and frowned at you, but you could detect his dumb little smile underneath.

“They know.”  

the end

A/N: hahah dumb bitches, i did use the requested ending because ultimately it was perfect ♡

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[joekeeryswife]

Please may I make a request with this description for Joseph Quinn please? You are days away from going into labor with your and Joseph's first child. The day you two get into a big argument, you essentially make him get out of the house... Only for your water to break immediately after his departure. The issue? You're stubborn and don't want him near you until you need him right before the birth of your child.

Stubbornness - J.Q

hey sweeties, i’m back! my holiday was good and bad, however, this imagine is probably terrible because my grandparents have moved away today and i honestly have no clue what i’m gonna do and i’m a bit emotional so sorry it’s terrible. i’ve changed it from immediately to about 20/30 minutes later if that’s okay! enjoy loves!

you were 5 days past your due date and honestly you were over it. you were tired, annoyed, in pain and just over being pregnant. you could barely walk from how swollen your feet were, you had to get Joseph to help you stand up from the sofa and bed so if you needed to pee in the night you'd have to wake him up making him tired which made him tired and your hormones were all over the place, making you have the worst attitude. you were sat on the sofa, legs up on the coffee table as you watched 'Orange is the new Black'. Joseph was upstairs doing god knows what when you were desperate to go to the bathroom.

you hated asking Joseph to help but you literally could not get up on your own. "Joseph" you shouted as you paused the tv. you waited for a response but didn't hear one so you decided to shout again. "Joseph could you come help me please?" waiting for the reply again.

"wait y/n" he replied, annoyance laced in his tone. you'd never heard him speak to you like that. obviously, as well as you, he was bored of waiting for the baby and he was tired. he was tired because you'd wake him up at least 6 times in the night and it was difficult for him to get back to sleep.

you heard him walking down the stairs and into the living room where you were sat, trying to get up. "please help me up, i really need the toilet" you said, pleading eyes. he sighed and walked over to you putting his arms out for you to take. he helped you up and you walked to the bathroom to do you business and came back to see Joseph in the sofa with his head in his hands. today you were feeling a lot better than yesterday. yesterday you were in the most pain you'd ever been in, you had pains in your lower stomach and back but today there had only been a few pains here and there.

"Joey, you okay?" you said standing in front of him. he sighed and looked up at you, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck. " 'm just stressed, tired and it's not you but getting up in the night to help you up just makes me more tired." he said, making your blood boil.

he was stressed? he was tired? he wasn't the one carrying a watermelon. he didn't have to get help every time you needed to go to the toilet or get your shoes on or get help getting up. the hormones moved through your body making anger swirl in your stomach.

"you're tired? Joseph you aren't the one who's been carrying a child for 9 months. you aren't the one who needs to be helped all the time and i understand you can be stressed but there's no way you can be tired from a few weeks of you waking up a few times in the night to help me. i'm the one who has to push this thing out of me and you were the one who wanted a kid and said you'd be with me through anything and that you wouldn't care what you had to do for me. are you serious Joseph?" you said, anger laced in your tone. Joseph rolled his eyes and scoffed, standing up to face you.

"yes in serious y/n. i'm sick of this honestly. i have interviews i need to be doing not caring for you like i'm some kind of slave. you're so fucking clingy. it's like i can barely breathe when i'm around you. you're annoying and just all around fucking boring now that you're bigger. now leave me alone y/n. you're really annoying me" he shouted, voice a lot louder than yours. you flinched at his outburst but stood your ground, sick of his attitude. "if i'm so clingy and you can barely breathe then get out. leave right now Joseph" you said calmly, not wanting to get the stressed inside you. the last thing you'd want is for your baby to feel stressed at such a young age.

Joseph stared at you stunned. he thought you'd react completely differently. you felt a sharp pain in your lower stomach and winced slightly as you grabbed it, great, another pain. he watched you as you winced, his angry demeanour changing slightly as he saw your face twist in pain. "hey, you okay?" he said, his anger now replaced with anxiety and patience as he awaited your answer. "i'm fine, just go Joseph. give yourself some time to breathe and get away from my clingy-ness" you quoted him as you turned and walked away to the kitchen. how could he go from being so cruel to so caring?

you didn't want to let him know that that pain hurt the most. it was intense and lasted a lot longer than the other pains you were having. Joseph watched as you walked away, feeling guilty for calling you clingy but nevertheless he left the house, guilt eating him alive as he thought of what he said. you weren't clingy, you weren't annoying and he hated himself for saying that to you. he got into his car and started driving to absolutely no where. he didn't want to drive to far away from the house just in case you would call him. he knew you wouldn't. you were way to stubborn and after seeing your reaction to him he knew he would get the silent treatment for a while.

when you reacted calmly it allowed your anger to build up inside of you as you didn't let out everything you wanted to say and this made you keep yourself to yourself until you were ready to let out your frustrations. you'd been doing it ever since you were a teenager when you'd have an argument with your friends or family and you had just kept that same trait, you were very very stubborn and you wouldn't deny it if someone called you it because you were.

you were in the kitchen hunched over the island as contractions came every 3 minutes. this was it. your baby was going to come and you needed to get to the hospital. you stood up straight up off the island and walked to the living room where your phone was. you didn't want to call Joseph, he was rude and called you clingy and he needed 'space to breathe' as he said earlier so instead you called your best friend. the only person you believed you could talk to. as you were walking your water broke all over the floor, leaving your shorts soaking wet. you knew once you’d checked the bags you’d have to change.

"Amy, do you think you could meet me at the labour ward please?" you said, waiting to hear her response. there was a loud gasp before a loud squeal before she spoke up. "now? the baby's coming right now?" she said, happiness laced in her tone. you laughed before another contraction hit, making you hiss in pain. Amy had been your best friend since year 7 and he was the most excited to meet your baby when you told her you were pregnant so this reaction didn’t surprise you.

"yeah the baby's coming now, i'll meet you there and tell you which room i'm in" you said. she said she would meet you there and once you knew you had everything you walked away and there on some of Joseph’s joggers which you found in the laundry room which wasn’t to far away from the front door. then you walked back to the front door and slipped on some sliders as you couldn't put on trainers and made sure you had the suitcase and your bag then picked up the bag from the floor, bending down as low as you can before wheeling the suitcase to the car and then opened the boot. you struggled to get the bags in the boot of the car and after a five minute struggle and a few contractions later, you finally got the bags in the car.

you drove yourself to the hospital, contractions coming closer together as you drove. you finally arrived at the hospital where you were taken to the labour ward almost immediately. they put you in a room and checked how dilated you were and as you were getting checked, Amy came bursting through the door with a wide smile on her face. her face changed when she saw the midwife with her hand under the blanket as she checked your cervix which made you giggle before wincing as another contraction came. you had a baby monitor on your stomach which was monitoring your contractions and the baby's heart rate and Amy watched as the painful contraction surged through your body on the machine.

she came around to your left side and held your hand once she saw how bad it was. "hey, you're doing great, just keep breathing sweetheart" she said, stroking your hand gingerly with her thumb. once the midwife left and said a quick 'you're 8cm. i'll be back soon. can i get you anything?' and once you said no she left you alone with Amy. Amy looked around the room, seeing no Joseph. he definitely wasn’t in the bathroom and he wasn’t in the waiting room which she walked past earlier so where was he? why wasn’t he with you? was he really going to miss the birth of his child? you were a hormonal mess, you were emotional and just upset about what happened with Joseph earlier.

“y/n, where is Joseph? i thought he’d be here with you” she said, making your face scrunch up and tears started falling. “oh y/n. what happened?” she said, wiping your tears that had cascaded down your face. “we had an argument and i told him to get out. he called me clingy and annoying and once he left my water broke and that’s when i drove here. he doesn’t know i’m in labour but i don’t wanna talk to him. he was so mean to me” you said, feeling a lot more sad than earlier.

“what an arsehole. has he called you?” she asked, annoyed at how he spoke to you. you nodded your head and turned your head to the side where your phone was. he had called and messaged you but you didn’t want to reply to him. he was worried. he’d gotten home and you weren’t there, baby bags gone and a wet patch in the middle of the floor. “y/n, i think you should sleep, you’ll be so tired when you’re pushing if you haven’t slept. i won’t go anywhere i promise” Amy said, making you feel a bit better that you wouldn’t be alone.

she pulled the chair up to sit next to you and kept ahold of your hand as you fell asleep. Amy had Joseph’s number and saw your phone by the side of you blowing up with calls and messages from him so she decided, knowing you wouldn’t want him to miss it, to message him. she sent him a quick ‘she’s in the labour ward, room 7. you need to get here’. she was seeing the contractions on the screen and she knew it wouldn’t be long before you were giving birth.

what Amy didn’t know was Joseph had just got into the shower and didn’t see her message till an hour later. he checked his phone after the shower as he didn’t hear the front door close so you definitely were not home. once Joseph saw the message that hour later, he became frantic. he was waiting for the day for his precious angel to arrive and today was the day and he’d been nothing but rude and disrespectful toward you. he ran into the bedroom and slipped on some comfy clothes before sprinting down the stairs, almost falling down them with how fast he ran, and got into his car, speeding to the hospital.

the last thing he wanted to happen was to miss the birth and this whole situation could have been avoided if he didn’t say those dreadful things to you. you were awake in the hospital bed with your legs spread as your midwife told you it was time to push. you didn’t want to. not without Joseph. you couldn’t do that to him. your eyes filled with tears again as you turned to Amy who was right by your side holding your hand tightly. “Amy i know i said i don’t wanna see Joseph but i need him here. i can’t do it without him. please call him and tell him to hurry” you sobbed, scared he was going to miss the birth.

“i know you want him here. i messaged him an hour ago and he should be on his way, don’t stress, take a deep breath” she said, stroking away the baby hairs that where stuck to the sweat on your face as you breathed, trying to calm yourself down. “Joseph will be here any minute and you’ll have your baby here, together. he’d never miss it you know that. no silly argument would let him miss this” she said, reassuring you that he would be here.

your midwife instructed you to push and you did. it felt wrong to do this without Joseph. he needed to be here. you pushed for ten long seconds, feeling pain shoot through your body. you brung your chin to your chest as you let your whole body push downward. after that third ten seconds, you couldn’t do it. it was all to much, too many people in the room, to many thoughts going through your head, Joseph not being here. you let your head fall back onto the pillow as you have yourself a chance to breathe.

“Amy i can’t do it. i know i said i was ready but i’m really not. i can’t do this” you said, anxiety filling your body. she saw the fear spread across your face. this was unusual for you, you were very confident and fearless but she’d seen a new side to you. scared. she’d hardly ever seen you scared, maybe one time in year 10 when you both got caught sneaking out by your parents but that was it. “yes you can. never doubt yourself because you’re the strongest person i know, this is just a small jump in a massive thing y/n. just think in a few minutes you’ll your beautiful baby you’ve been dreaming of since we were 14. you remember that conversation when we were in the park and you said you couldn’t wait to be a mum? this is it. you can do it” she said, making you speechless. she’d been encouraging in the past but it was nothing compared to this.

it was like the universe had listened to you and Joseph burst through the door, red faced, wet hair and out of breath. “y/n, sweetheart, i’m so sorry. im here now, im sorry i left” he said, rushing toward you. Amy moved out of the way knowing her time in the room was up until the baby was born so she left the room a wide smile across her face as she listened to the two of you speak. “Joey. i was so scared that you were going to miss it” you sobbed, happiness filling your body. he wiped the hair off your forehead and kissed it before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“never love, i’d never miss it. i’d never leave you to do it on your own” he said, stroking your forehead. “okay since everyone is here y/n you need to push again” Karen, the midwife, said as she watched the two of you with a wide smile on her face as she knew the baby would be so loved by the two of you just from seeing this one interaction. so you did, you pushed for a mere 5 minutes before your baby was out. she was placed on your chest, small sobs escaping her mouth as the midwife wiped her. “wow in record time, congratulations. it’s a girl” she said, letting the two of you have a moment with the new arrival.

“a girl. you did it sweetheart. i’m so proud of you” Joseph said, tears falling down both of your faces. he bent down to kiss your lips before gingerly kissing the baby’s head. the midwife came back over and took the baby to where she would be weighed and examined. the midwife came back a few minutes later, your baby now wrapped up in a blanket with a small pink hat on top of her head. Joseph helped you sit up carefully from laying down and pushed your hair out of your face. “7 pounds and 6 ounces. very healthy. congratulations again” she said as she placed the baby on your chest. you thanked her and she walked out of the room leaving it to be just you, Joseph and your beautiful baby.

“baby i’m so sorry for how i spoke to you. it was disgusting and you aren’t clingy, you aren’t annoying, you’re the most perfect thing to ever walk into my life and i’m so grateful for you” he said, kissing you softly. you knew he meant his apology and you were happy he apologised. “it’s okay Joey. we were both stressed and i know it became too much. but if you’re expecting me to apologise you aren’t getting one” you joked, making him throw his head back as he laughed.

“no way, no apology needed sweetheart. you gave me the best gift in the world right there. and i also wasn’t hoping to get one because i know how stubborn you can be” he laughed as he pointed to the baby who slept soundly in your arms, little snores escaping her mouth with each breath. “yes. i am stubborn and again i’m not sorry about it” you said, smiling brightly to him which he reciprocated. the two of you watched the sleeping baby in your arms. she was one of the most beautiful humans you’d ever seen. “Aurora” you whispered, breaking the silence.

“what?” Joseph said, turning his attention away from the baby. “Aurora should be her name. because of sleeping beauty” you replied, remembering the Disney film you had seen so many times when you were a kid. “well i guess she is a sleeping beauty so the name fits like the shoe in the film” Joseph said, making you laugh. “love that’s Cinderella” you said laughing again. his face turned red before he coughed and smiled awkwardly. “i knew that, i was just testing you” he said as his face was still red from embarrassment making you smile and look back down at the baby. “our little sleeping beauty”.

[discopizza86]

Baby, I’m yours.

“It’s always been you.”

Joseph Quinn x Femme Reader

Summary: You decide to go visit your best friend, Joseph. Romance ensues.

Themes: Mutual pining. Love confession. Friends to lovers.

TW: mention of cigarettes. Drinking.

Pure Fluff.

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“I need you here with me, I miss home.”, Joe said during your last FaceTime. His earnest brown eyes tugged at your heart strings. You couldn’t deny that you missed him too. After all, he has been your best friend for many years. You used to be inseparable before his life changed. You’ve kept in touch almost daily since he’s been away. You keep him updated about your life, and your dating history. There always seems to be a bit of jealousy there, but you chalk it up to him being protective over you. The romantic feelings you’ve had for him since your younger days have been buried beneath the surface, all because you didn’t want to risk your friendship. It’s been close to a year since you’ve seen each other in person. You knew, in your heart of hearts that once the show came out, that everything would change for the boy you’ve called “Joey” since your late adolescence. Of course people would love him and be enamored by him, they’d be a fool to not love him. You just couldn’t begin to imagine how much.

“Y/N, I need to just be able to look across the room and see a familiar face. Please?”

“I know you’re overwhelmed and I would love nothing more than to come see you. I have a pretty clear schedule nowadays. Just say the word and I’ll start packing. When do you want me?”

Joe’s eyes light up and a huge smile forms on his face. “As soon as you are able! I just miss you so much. Fuck, I need you here.”

“I miss you so much too! I’ll book the earliest flight I can get and come see you.

Joe puts his elbow up onto the table and rests his face against his hand. You can see that he’s tired and lonely. “You promise?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

Joe chuckles softly, “No, you could never. I can read you like a book, Y/N”

“Exactly, I’ll see you very soon”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

“Me too, love. Now let me hang up so I can start packing. Is there anything from home that I can bring you?”

“Just you.”

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Your flight to the states went as smoothly as possible. After collecting your bags, you make your way through the airport. As you walk closer to the lobby, you pull out your phone to get an Uber to take you to the hotel. You’re so preoccupied, that you almost walk right into a man holding out a sign that says “MISS Y/L/N”

“Oh hi! Did Joe send you?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ve been instructed to take you back to Mr. Quinn’s hotel. He’s out doing some press at the moment, but told me to let you know that he will join you in a couple hours.”

You hand him your bags and he ushers you into a waiting SUV. You should be tired from the long journey, but you are buzzing with excitement. Between the city skyline and the anticipation of seeing Joey after so long, sleep seems so far away.

You pull up to the hotel and immediately see a decent crowd of people waiting off to the side. The sight of the SUV draws them closer, and you can clearly make out the “hellfire club” t shirts and camera flashes. A lump forms in your throat and you can’t help but feel so proud of Joe. “Of course they’re in love with him, how could they not be?” you think to yourself.

Much to the dismay of the crowd realizing that you were Joe-less, you wave them off and make your way inside the hotel. His security hands you a room key and shows you the way.

“I could’ve managed on my own.” You say with a teasing tone as Joe’s security takes your bags.

“Miss Y/L/N, we’ve been given explicit instructions to bring you from the airport and up to the room. Mr. Quinn was very clear about that.” the security guard says with a knowing smile.

You unlock the door and walk into the room. Room is an understatement because this nothing less than a luxury suite. After making sure you are safe and secure, Joe’s security leaves you to take in the space alone. Even though he’s not here, the fact that you are in Joe’s space is unmistakable. His old favorite jacket is draped over a chair, a faint hint of his cologne in the air, and a few cigarette butts in the ashtray.

You take your luggage into the bedroom and see a hand written note on the bed.

“Forgive me for not being there to greet you the minute you stepped off the plane. Please make yourself at home and relax. I’ll be with you soon. Xo Joe”

You continue your tour of the suite and make your way to the bathroom. The desire to wash the long journey off of your body is too great to resist, so you decide to treat yourself to a long, hot shower. The water soothes your tired body while you lather up. The body wash feels heavenly as you guide it all over your body. Your mind drifts, and you can’t help but think of Joe soaping up his body in this very spot. Your hands move over your breast and down to your hips. The smell is nearly intoxicating. You push the mental image out of your mind.

Turning off the shower, you grab a large fluffy towel and begin to dry off. Just as you are about to turn on the hair dryer, you hear the door beep at the sound of a key being inserted. Before you know it, Joe is bounding towards the bedroom and yelling your name.

You run towards him and he scoops you up into a big hug. Your feet barely touching the floor and he holds you tight. You raise your arms to tighten them around his neck while the two of you giggle like school kids. He pulls back to look at you, and you can almost see tears brimming in his eyes.

“Joe, I’m getting you all wet! I was hoping I’d have a little more time to put myself together before you came home”

“You look perfect as always. Soak me for all I care. I’m just so happy you’re here.”

At that remark, you jump into Joe’s arms and nearly knock him down. His hands move to your wet hair and he cradles your face. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek and whispers in your ear. “The best thing for jet lag is to go out. Go get dressed. You and I have a date”

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After finishing getting ready, you take a look at yourself in the mirror and feel a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. Over the last few months, the tone in your conversations with Joe have seemed to have changed, like there were unspoken words. You wondered if it was all in your head.

You walk out of the bedroom and find Joe lounging on the couch. The moment he sees you, he can’t help but sit up and run his hand through his hair. His mouth instantly went dry and his breath hitched in his throat. You walk across the room to him and he immediately stands up. The look in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

“Ready?” You ask anxiously

“More than ever.”

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The two of you spend the next hour at a little bar around the corner that has become his favorite spot. You were ushered into a small booth towards the back for privacy, although you were sure the entire place could hear the two of you laughing. By the time you both are on your third martini, you notice the bar beginning to get crowded. People are beginning to look in your direction and take out their phones.

You see Joe looking a little anxious and you reach forward and grab his hand. “Hey, I have an idea. How about we take our food back to the hotel and make a bed picnic like we used to.”

Joe’s face lights up and he gives you a shy smile. He turns his hand over so your palms are touching. You both look down at your holding hands. As he moves his thumb over your knuckles he says, “ I can’t think of anything better”

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“I’ve missed this” Joe says after you finish your meals. The two of you leaning against the headboard.

“I know it wasn’t a fancy night out, but I think it did the job. Besides, we got to eat in our sweatpants” you say with a wink.

“While you looked gorgeous before, it’s nothing compared to right now. It’s how I like you best. Nothing fancy, just you and me.”

You flush at the compliment and instinctively reach out to brush your fingers across his cheek. He closes his eyes and reaches up to take your hand, planting a kiss into your palm.

Your lips slightly part and he opens his eyes. “Have a drink with me in the living room?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” You say as he rises from the bed. He looks over his shoulder and gives you a shy smile before leaving the room.

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You clear off the takeout containers and begin tidying up the room. Your palm burned with the memory of his kiss. You would’ve risked your friendship so many years ago, but you were scared he didn’t feel the same. No matter who either of you dated, you both always found excuses to stay single and be there for each other. You didn’t know if it was just the familiarity and loneliness that was talking, or if he was truly feeling something. Honestly, you didn’t think your heart could take it if it were the former.

As you walk to the living room, you hear the stereo. You make your way into the room, and you can hear Arctic Monkeys “Baby I’m Yours” playing. It’s one of your favorites. Joe stands and hands you your drink. You take a long sip of the briny liquor to calm your nerves. You glance up at him through your lashes and he is looking down at you with an amused expression on his face. You can’t help but giggle back “Staring is rude, Joseph.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” He beams.

He laughs and takes the glass from your hands. “And why is the that?” you ask.

He takes your hands and places them around his neck. His hands hold your waist and he pulls you so you are flush against him. Slowly he begins to rock you from side to side. “Because you being here with me is all I’ve wanted for months.”

You look up to meet his eyes “I know you’re homesick. I would’ve come sooner if I had known how bad.”

“I don’t think I even knew when I first left exactly what I was leaving behind. As the weeks turned to months, something inside me was beginning to ache. Everything that I’ve experienced has been dulled because I didn’t have you here to share it with me. You see, it’s you that I am homesick for. You feel like home to me”

Your eyes dart back and forth to each of his, tears begin to threaten to fall from yours. Joe leans down and kisses you tenderly while brushing your tears away with his thumbs. “It’s always been you, Y/N”.

“ In the last 10 years, there hasn’t been a single person that can do to me what you do. I’ve been yours since we were teenagers stealing cigarettes and laying on my bed listening to music. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Baby, I’m yours” he says with a smirk.

You step on your tiptoes to bring your mouth back to his. His kiss so deep, that you can feel it throughout your whole body. He lifts your legs for you to wrap around his waist, and begins carrying you towards the bedroom.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

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