#peaches x Joe quinn

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Peaches - Part 8

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Warnings 18+: Smut: choking, creampie. Fluff: baby birth, flashbacks, kissing. Angst: hospital discussion. Might be more! Let me know!

Forgive me if there are typos. English isn’t my only language

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“Oh fuck baby” Joe’s moans echoed through out, vibrating against the bed.

Your hips were rocking hard against his body, sweat glistened in the early sunlight. Your boobs bounced heavily against your chest, panting hard and hot as his cock hit your soft spot.

Gripping onto any bit of skin you could find as your body shook, you were so close to your orgasm. The sounds of skin slapping and wet squelching noises were mixed between your loud moans.

He looked so pretty as he held onto your cheeks, grinding you against his cock. His eyes were flickering between open and closed, his tip was scratching against the top of your wet pussy.

“You going to cum in me?” You panted, now bouncing heavily as your ass hit his thighs.

Your eyes rolling back slightly as his cock twitched around you, unable to reply to you as he shuddered through his high. His cock spurting hot cum inside you, it felt warm around your walls as his hand began to spank your clit.

It stung as he spanked your clit harder and harder with each movement, you loved it. Thrusting your hips against his cock, it was still hard inside you. Your body twitched as the build up to your orgasm edged closer, gasping as you suddenly grabbed his arms tightly.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum Joe” you whined loudly, shaking rapidly. He forced your body down, needing you to cum on his cock.

“Cum for me baby” He croaked, using all his force to keep you down as you came hard around him.

Wailing loudly as you felt yourself cum hard, tears dropped from your eye ducts at the intense sensation. No one had ever had you cum this hard before.

He bounced you on his cock until both of you twitched and came for a second time from overstimulation. Determined to keep your pussy full with his cum, he didn’t remove himself from you until the very last second.

This was the best sex of your life, it was also the sex that lead to the pregnancy of your daughter. You would never forget that night with him as you laid alone in the hospital bed, you were a month early.

The doctors made sure you were comfortable, gave you all the things you requested. During your pregnancy Joe had paid for a private room and private care, telling you he wanted nothing more for his baby and you.

But Joe was not conscious to see you both and it terrified you, your eyes grew heavy as no further change to your body occurred. Resting until the sounds of Emily’s voice echoed loudly throughout the hallway, you chuckled as she demanded to see you.

Sleepily, you waved as her head popped through the door. Rushing over to hug you tightly before dropping her things, she kissed your head aggressively with love.

The smell of her crowded your nostrils as she pulled up the closest chair and gripped your hand tightly, her bag rattled against the edge of the side table. Emptying about a few of your favourite things on the bed with an excited babble, she bought you tea and snacks.

As it grew later, her body was now crumpled up in the uncomfortable chair. Her hand still in yours as you felt your body dive into more painful contractions, controlling your breathing as you rolled over onto your front.

You stayed in the this position even after nurses and doctors flowed through the room, Emily had awoken many times since your first proper contractions, your daughter was still nowhere near and you were in agonising pain. All you needed was Joe, to hear his voice and his touch.

He had been in the hospital for over a month now, you had organised the rest of the house for the arrival of your daughter. Not realising that she had other plans until this moment.

29 hours later, your beautiful baby was in your arms. The room was surrounded with your family, all expect one person. The main person, Joe.

Tears began to fall with mixed feelings are she cooed, handing her round to every friendly face in the room. The nurse that was attending Joe was standing by the door with a smile on her face, she held the baby delicately before she handed her back to you.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can show her to him. He’s not awake but he can hear you” her voice was shaky as she leans forward to whisper in your ear.

Your heart breaking instantly at her words, she stays in your arms for a while. Your hospital room is crowded even after you fall asleep, her name still isn’t decided on.

When you awoke, your baby was no longer in your arms. Emily was the only in the room, her tired smile and rough eyes looked at you. She was reading her current book with her hand in yours, the startled look on your face was reassured through three gentle strokes of her thumb.

“Where is she?” Your voice filled with alarm as your heart rate increased. Jolting up in the bed, gasping for breath.

“Hey, it’s okay. She’s just on the baby ward right now, we can go see her if you want?” Her voice was calm and soothing, still stroking your arm softly.

You nodded, unable to say anything. Struggling to get out of bed without her help, you clutched onto her for support as you regained your control. Your legs shaking as you waddling through the hospital, the baby ward was calm and quiet.

Peering through the glass, your eyes scanned until you saw her. Fast asleep amongst the other babies, she was still unnamed.

With the help of Emily and a nurse, you carried her to see Joe. His machines were quick and loud as she cooed in your arms, standing close to him with her warm body.

“Hey Joe, our mini little Peaches is here.” Your voice breaking slightly as she softly began to cry.

“I haven’t named her yet but I was thinking about one of the names that we talked about. Posie sounds nice” tears began to fall down your cheeks, her cries grew louder after you said the name.

Looking down at her as her eyes opened gently swaying her side by side as her little cries filled the room.

“Posie, it’s okay. We’re seeing your daddy” Smiling down at her as she began stop crying at the sound of your voice, bringing her closer to Joe.

His monitor beeped rapidly as you leant forward, it happened so quickly as you were rushed out the room. The nurse taking Posie out of your arms and rushing her back to the baby ward, the door was closed behind you as you listened to the doctors and nurses crowd around Joe.

Your chest grew heavy, your legs buckled as you fell to your knees. Physically and emotionally in every kind of pain, Emily caught you and held you. Finally able to move you from the spot, you were weak and sad as you wondered through the hospital.

Collapsing onto the hospital bed in tears, Emily tucked you under the covers and held you until sleep found you.

You dreamt of Joe, you dreamt that he was holding your daughter.

Your sleep was broken, waking up in cold sweats. Images of Joe in heattbreaking positions with the nurses and doctors crowded around him, making you cry.  You were alone, Emily had written a note.

Hey Peaches,

Joe was stable whilst you slept so I went to check on him.

Love you

Emily

Your tears changed into happy tears, clutching onto the letter. You drank thirstily from the clear cup, laughing to yourself as your body floated with mixed feelings.

Able to walk more freely now, you delicately got changed.  Practically rushing as quickly as you could to get into his hospital room, the machines beeping steadily as you stood in the doorway.

He looked peaceful, Emily was nowhere to be seen as you entered the room. Taking what supposedly was her seat, his hand in yours. You stared at him until your head fell onto his arm asleep.

Awaking to his hand twitching in yours, gasping as you opened your eyes quickly.

“Joe?” Your voice was filled with worry as you scanned his face.

“Peaches” his voice croaked, that beautiful smile appeared on his face.

Tired looks were exchanged, and tears pulled at your tear ducts as you squeezed his hand tighter. Not wanting to hurt him, your body was shaking as you began to cry into his chest.

His smell was faintly wafting up your nostrils, exhaustion seeped across your veins as he weakly pulled you closer. His rasped breathing in your ear as you gently clambered onto the bed next to him. loosely tangling your bodies together. His fingers weaved in between your hair as you felt his body rise and fall, after long sleep found you both.

You stayed with him until the nurse came to collect you, her soft voice soothed you as you kissed Joe softly before leaving him. Not realising you were crying until Posie was thrust into your arms and Emily was wheeling you out into the light. Joe was edging further and further away from you for the first time in weeks, it felt like your whole body was being ripped up.

Settling into a routine was hard, Emily was at your side the whole time. She presumed Joe's side of the bed to assist you with everything whilst Joe healed slowly in the hospital.

A few weeks after you all went home without Joe, you decided to visit Joe with Posie alone. Your nerves were making you shake as you carried her through the hospital, he had been moved from the ICU and into a regular ward making it safer for you all to visit.

He was sat upright in the bed, the sunlight bouncing off his golden curls as he noticed the door opening. You watched as his eyes lit up at the sight of you, beaming at you as you edged closer to the bed.

Posie stirred in your arms as you bent closer to Joe, exposing her pretty face to him. He made grabby motions towards her, as you carefully transfered her into his arms.

She cooed up at him, as he gazed down at her. Smiling from the side of the bed, you fumbled around in your bag until you bought out your camera. Managing to get a shot of Joe still amazed at her, the sunlight exposing the photograph as the snap of the camera took it. You stayed with Joe for as long as you could, the night crept up on you both and 

you leant foreward to kiss him once more before sadly leaving the room. 

As you reached the hospital doors, there was a loud commotion outside. Lights flashing, a babble of voices were echoing throughout the lobby. You were not ready as you pushed the doors open, your vision was blinded from the lights and the noise got louder in your ear. 

Questions were shouted towards you, their bodies were pushing hard against you as you struggled through the crowd and out in the car park. It was the paparazzi, they had heard about Joe’s hospitalization and knew who you were since Comic Con. As you hid Posie under your coat and into your chest, you managed to make it to the car where Emily was standing. With her help you safely put Posie in the car, the fear of the voices and flashing lights made your body shake as the paparazzi gathered around the car. 

Your eyes constantly on Posie, who was gargling underneath the soft muslin clothed blanket in her seat. Emily carefully managed to avoid hitting any of people as she muttered under her breath, happy to be free of the commotion you relaxed into your chair. Once you all arrived home, carrying Posie into the house you noticed a bundle of letters sat on your front mat. Curiously, you picked them up as you rushed upstairs. You sat in the half made nursery as Posie drifted to sleep in her cot, caressing the letters that were addressed to Joe and two that was addressed to you. 

The first one, was colourful and beautiful fan written letter from someone that enjoyed Joe’s movies. After the surface about your recent child and Joe’s accident, this fan decided to send you some love and a handmade knitted baby cardigan. It was peach with white ducks scattered across it, your heart swelled as you lifted it to view it. 

You were unsure if the fan was unaware of your famous nickname or if they liked the colour but your mind drifted to Joe. Feeling happier that he was awake and able to talk, you were hopeful that he was able to come home soon. Tucking the cardigan into one of the mahogany chest of drawers, you opened the second letter. This one was from Joe, 

Peaches, 

Oh how I have missed you, I dreamt about you whilst I was asleep and I forgot just how beautiful you were and our baby. She is divine. 

I cannot wait to start this new journey together with you, I never thought we’d ever be here together but I am so happy we are. 

You will find two bracelets in the envelope, one for mama Peach and one for baby Peach. I was meant to give you them on the day of the accident but that never happened, I am looking forward to seeing you both wearing them when I’m home. 

Yours 

Joe 

Tears had already fallen onto the pages as you clutched them in your hands, rereading his letter over and over again. Until you found the courage to open the envelope further to find two pretty pearl and peach coloured bracelets. Gasping you admired them in the light, they shone brightly as you measured it up to your wrist. 

Not realizing that you fallen asleep in Posie’s room with the letters on your lap until the sound of her cries startled you. Holding her close as she fed, you twisted the bracelet onto her wrist. 

As the early hours of the morning crept through her bedroom window, her small warm body clutching to yours. You heard Emily fumble around quickly before happily entering the room, her eyes lit up with excitement for you.

“Joe has been discharged, would you like me to pick him up?” She pondered, watching as you nodded rapidly. 

Not wanting to be apart from Posie but knew that Emily would be able to avoid the paparazzi. You wandered about the house with Posie close to you, the excitement and nerves of Joe finally coming home after a month away was pulsating throughout you. 

Just as you were about to get tired of waiting, the keys turned in the front door of the house. Emily and Joe’s voices echoed in the hallway as she guided him upstairs, you placed Posie down for a second in the mobile cot as you made space in the bed. 

He looked tired but happy as he steadily walked into the room, crutches helped him before you angled him under the covers. His hair was floppy and stuck to his head, your hands ruffled it up as you let it slide between your fingers.  You were overcome with joy as you smiled at him, he patted the empty spot next to him. 

Posie cooed in her bed as you made yourself comfortable next to him, his arm was resting around your back. Relaxing into the bed, he pushed your head closer to his as you felt his breath on your cheek. You closer the gap between your faces and kissed him, you felt yourself begin to cry from intensity. 

As he pulled away from you, you watched as he grinned at you. Routing around in the bag that Emily had placed on the floor until he pulled out an object. 

“I got you a can of Peaches” his beautiful grin made you laugh with both sadness and amusement. 

It was the battered tin of Peaches that was floating around in the bottom of his bag when the accident happened. His humor was always different to yours but it was one of the reasons why you clicked. 

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Don't You (Forget About Me)

Writer's Note: More Geta coming tomorrow, only this time he's featuring someone new in the mix!! For now, here's some Eddie Munson to fill the void! Apologies for those following who aren't here for the Joe Quinn / Eddie Munson ride, there will be more differentiated writing coming soon! Thank you all so much for the support and kind messages - you're all stars. Sending all the love X

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Mentions of death / Mentions of injury/violence / Sadness / Mild mention of fear

Readers should be over 18 years of age. Anyone under this age, please do not engage nor read this account's work.

Cold. That’s all you felt. The sun was beating down, yet all you felt was numb. It was 13 days, 2 hours, and 33 minutes since you escaped the upside down. The love of your life was still there. Cold. On the hard ground. Next to him, a large chunk of your metaphorical heart. Eddie was the love of your life, there was zero denying that. From squaring up to Jason Carver and his cronies, to keeping tick at the woods entrance outside school while his ‘deals’ were happening, Eddie watched over you with heart-shaped vision. You could do no wrong, nor could he to you.

So, when you got so far to finishing the job once and for all with Vecna, your boy decided to be the hero. To save you and Dustin. Never one to stray away from a fight, he fought with those bats. You can still hear the crunching and swatting. By the time you reached him, he lay there gashes everywhere.

“Eddie!!!” you cried at his side.

He shushed you, “Baby, it’s okay – I won, I think I’m the hero.” You shook your head in sheer disbelief, “I told you this was going to be my year.” You tried to cover as many of the gashes with your coat, but he brushed you away. “I think we know my fate, peach. Just stay with me. If this world was ending, which I think it is, I’d want to be next to you” You sobbed into his shoulder, “Eddie, you can’t die on me – what about our plans? You’ve this big gig next month, you can’t go anywhere. I need you.” He just smirked to the best of his ability, with his last words being, “I love you baby, tell Wayne I love him too, and keep an eye on the kids.” The next thing you remember is being dragged off him by Steve – you must have blacked out from sheer grief.

Which takes us to now. Back to the cold. Back to the numb. Back to black. You sat in the school hall hearing the flurry of people, it was all too much. You rose and exited swiftly without causing a stir.

Little happened in the months that followed, you barely left the house. You didn’t want to see anyone. Not Steve. Not Robin. Not Dustin, not Nance. No one. The odd time you left to visit Wayne in the trailer, but even that still felt too painful to commit to any lengthy time period spent.

You kept looking for signs, anything, some sign your Eddie was still here, with you. The odd light flickered here and there but you passed it off as dodgy wiring.

It wasn’t until one evening your phone rang again, you managed to lift yourself off the sofa to take the phone off the wall, “Hello?” A panicked Steve rushes, “Y/N, it’s happening. It’s happening again.”

“Where are you?”

“We’re all at mine, want me to pick you up?”

“No, I’ll be over in 10.” You abruptly hung up the phone. Here we go again, this time you could feel it in your bones – this time it was to be over for good.

You sped over to Steve’s, breaking every kind of limit and driving rule known to mankind. Swinging into the drive, you bailed out of your car and straight into the house. You were met with an upset gang, with El blindfolded, sitting in front of a static television. You perched yourself on the edge of Steve’s sofa, and he took your hands in his, looking anxious.

“I see lights. Hawkins. Trailer Park. Energy – that’s where he gets it. From the supply there. Like home for him”

You gasp, all you could think of was poor Wayne, you had to warn him to get out of there in case things went pear shaped. Then El speaks again,

“I hear music. Sounds loud. From a movie. He’s coming. I have to go.” El comes out of her trance with a deep gasp for air, tears running down her face and blood peeping from her nose.

Steve asks, “El, what was the music, or where was it coming from?”

“I don’t know where it was coming from, but it was from the movie Mike and I watched last week.”

“The Breakfast Club?” Mike asked, with El nodding her head.

Your head shot up. “The ending song?” you asked inquisitively.

“Yeah, you know the one where the guy is walking out and goes,” she punches her arm up into the air. You walked out of the room. It couldn’t be him. You saw him die, he died in your arms, didn’t he? Robin gets up to follow you into the kitchen.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Robin, you’re going to think I’m insane, but I think that was Eddie playing that song.” Robin sighs, “Y/NN, babe, he’s gone. I’m sorry, but we are going to have to accept this now.”

A slight anger rose within you, “No, we can’t just accept this. That was Eddie and I’s song. We watched that together at the movies, and we had this running joke that we were like Claire and Bender.”

“Sweet, it’s a popular song, it could have been anyone.” She tried to sugar coat the idea it wasn’t possibly him.

“Oh, so Vecna has decided to branch into 80s pop now has he? Very cultured of him.” You spat with a degree of venom. Steve walked into the kitchen, “What’s going on?”

Robin interjected harshly, “Y/N hasn’t accepted Eddie’s death and is now fantasising that he is trying to communicate with her from the upside down.” You looked tore down once again, Robin tried to apologise, “Y/N, I’m sor-” “Forget it Robin, I’ll take my delusional ass elsewhere!”

You walked back into the living room, and asked “Okay, where do we go from here. What’s the plan?”

Dustin rolls out what looks like blueprints, with tiny figurines (which you recognised from watching Ed’s DnD campaigns) outlining who’s going where. He put you to the safe house, probably too afraid to lose you as well. You interjected. “I’m going to the Trailer Park.”

A chorus of ‘No’s’, ‘Absolutely Not’s’, echoed around Steve’s living room. “LISTEN! That thing and his minion bats stole the love of my life from me. I want to be there to finish what I can. I will destroy the power source if it’s the last thing I do.”

The room fell silent, and Dustin moved your DnD character – the Rogue – to the trailer park. It was finalised, you would be seeing to destroying the power source and tackling whatever came your way at the trailer park.

The supplies were gathered, and here you all were rallying together one final time, to gear up like some sort of army regiment. You were putting on the vest over Eddie’s Metallica t-shirt, that he just ‘happened’ to leave at your house, when Steve stood beside you, looking down on your sad frame.

“Hey. It’ll be okay. We’ll win this time.”

You looked up at him through sorrowed eyes, “What if we don’t? What if this is the last time we see each other?” Steve pulled you in close, hugging you tightly. He said nothing in response because the reality was, what if you were right?

Steve started up the engine to the motorhome through hot wiring, and Robin trying to make light of his new ‘bad-boy’ ways, after knowing the events that had went down with Eddie stealing it in the first place. “Steve, that was kinda hot. Who taught you how to do such a thing?”, she leant over him, fake-fawning like so many girls do. Nancy sitting as co-pilot giggled at her actions with you following suit. He scoffed, and brushed her off, “Go sit somewhere Buckley, I don’t need you through the windscreen.”

The drive wasn’t long, but it seemed to drone on forever. Steve pulled up to the trailer park. Eyes shot round to you. Tearily, you said, “Ok, here I go. Before I do, please be safe out there. I love you all.”

When Steve, Robin, Dustin and Nancy looked on to you, they did so with distress strewn across their faces. You blew a kiss and winked at them all, smirking, before jumping off the RV.

Entering the gates of the trailer park felt different, there was an eerie presence, and it wasn’t just because Ed wasn’t there anymore. You walked quickly trying to get to Wayne’s trailer to warn him to leave as soon as he could, but on your way there you heard something – almost like the trill of the wide fanged monster. Ignoring the warning, you kept going when all of a sudden you seemed to be pulled feet first into the ground – it swallowed you. Screaming, you fell with a serious crash and staring up, you could see the sky wasn’t as gloomy grey as it once was but illuminated with an undeniable red hue – a hue you had seen once too many times in your life.

“HELP! HEEELLLLPPP!”, you screamed hoping someone, somewhere would hear you. You ran to where you knew, Eddie’s trailer. Maybe you would be able to warn Wayne from there, use lights or some such. Sprinting, you approached the door, which still partially had the barricade you helped build with your beloved and Dustin and reached for the handle. Prying it open with force, you entered. It looked just like you remembered – dishes strewn across the kitchen; the ashtray, sitting on a tiny table next to the front door, almost like decoration; and a curly head lying on the sofa in front of the live TV.

You start to walk up the hallway, trying to find something to signal to Wayne when you stop abruptly in your tracks.

Reality hit you like a slap across the face.

Why was there a curly head lying on the sofa?

Turning on your heels, you slowly approached the sofa once more, petrified of what you might encounter when you move round toward the front. Tiptoeing, you walk round to the front of the sofa and stand firm. Opening your eyes bravely, you see an extremely hurt Eddie lying on the sofa. Eyes closed. You stared intently at him. This was so surreal. You hadn’t seen the love of your life since you had to leave him on the cold, hard concrete. Was he breathing? Was he alive? Was this some sick trick Vecna and his cronies were playing on you?

“Baby?” you bravely questioned.

Eyes began to open, and the curly haired boy looked directly into your soul.

Shock took over his face. He sat up bullet straight, as quickly as he could considering his condition.

“Y/N? Are you real, or is this one of those visions again?”

“I’m thinking the same thing about you.”

“What’s our safe word? We’ll say it together. One, two, three.”

Both in unison stated, “Teddy.”.

You loudly gasped and began to cry, and Eddie the same. You couldn’t believe your luck. How was he alive? He died. You saw him die, he was in your arms. You rushed over to him, taking his face in your hands. Observing all his light freckles, dirt specs, and chocolate brown irises. It was him. Your Eddie. He took your chin and pulled you in closer to kiss your pouted lips.

“Baby, I can’t believe you’re real. I thought I was going to live a long, lonely life down here and die by myself.”

“Eddie, what happened? I thought you died.”

“Sweetheart, so did I – but I came around. I’m cut up pretty bad, but I found Wayne’s trusty stash he hid from us, and it’s come in useful for disinfectant.”

You giggled at the thoughts of poor Wayne having to hide his own treats in his own home because of you two.

“Let me help you clean up. It’s the least I can do.”

Eddie lifted his shirt up and you saw just the damage those vile bats done to your boy. He was gauged at the side, large lacerations across his torso and back, but all in all – it looked to be healing quite well. You stared at him carefully thinking what was the best way to approach before his voice broke your thoughts,

“Ahhh okay, okay, I see how it is. You only offered to do this so you could ogle at me, you minx!” laughing at his own teasing.

You laughed in return, “Yeah, yeah, you wish. Now where’s this alcohol?”

You started to clean his wounds, and he winced the entire time. You couldn’t imagine how much pain he was in. Scouring the house, you found a large first aid kit – not surprised Eddie reached for the alcohol first before looking for such a thing. Taking out large bandages, gauzes and padding, you bring them over to him to pad him out.

“See, this is why I need you in my life. You’re the brains and the beauty, I’m just the brawn” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, kneeling in front of him again, taking in his beauty.

“Eddie, I’m still in shock. I’m so happy you’re alive, my heart was truly obliterated when I thought you were gone. Ask Steve.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Did Steve look after you?”

“Yeah, as did Robin and Nance. Dustin was a mess as well, but he’s on the mend. They will be delighted you’re safe. But Eds, this is it again. We’re going one more try. I don’t know how I even ended up in here, I was in the trailer park and then felt myself being dragged. Next thing I know, I’m in the upside down. I’m here to fight this son of a bitch once and for all. The power source is here at the trailer park, and I will destroy it, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Eddie looks at you with admiration and fear. Admiration for the fact you were determined to fight this and finish the fight, but fear as he wasn’t for losing you again.

“I need to find a way to communicate to the guys, my walkie has no chance. I need to let them know that I’m down here and need to find a gate. We need to fight this on our side. Not here.”

Nodding, Eddie takes your hand, “Well baby, I have a lot of lights…” Smirking, you run to the cupboard and take them out.

“Speaking of communicating, I did try to communicate with you, well not maybe directly but I was hoping in some strange way you’d maybe hear me or maybe so you wouldn’t forget about me. But I’m not very well versed in communicating from down here, the signal isn’t the best.” He teased.

You were confused, “How?”

“Well, I used to play a lot of music, it was how I got my day in. There must have been some sort of weird mind manipulation I was hoping to achieve, and I suppose it sort of worked? Just really played our song on repeat. Don’t-”

“You – Simple Minds. It was you. They all said I was crazy.”

He smirked in response, “No, but how did you hear?”

“El. She was trying to home in on any ideas of where to find Vecna, and any clues as to what his next move was.”

“Well, that makes me feel a bit better, there was some use in what I was doing.”

You giggled, sighing. Taking in the silence.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“I could never forget you.”

He took your face in his large hands and planted a firm kiss on your lips. How you missed them, and him in general. He was your life, no doubts. After absorbing in the pleasant aftermath of your kiss, you jump back into business.

“Okay, I know they were headed for the Creel House. We need to get there or find a portal at the very least - something. Where’s your bike?”

“Out in the yard. There’s a basket in the front, you could perch there while I pedal?”

You laugh in his face, “Oh no sunshine, you’re cycling nowhere. You’re getting wrapped up warm, and I will cycle – I can’t risk anything else happening to you here.” Eddie sighed but knew there was no point arguing with you.

Going outside, you kept check for bats or anything else that shouldn’t have been near, but it was all clear. Mounting the bike, you rang the bell on the front, summoning Eddie to the front door. He came out in a hoodie, and a red blanket wrapped right round him and his head. Jumping up, he sat in the basket while you burst out into laughter.

“Okay, E.T., let’s get you home.”

Eddie squawked out laughter, but cried, “Sweetheart, please don’t make me laugh, it hurts!”

Taking off cycling, you cycled up toward the trailer park gates when something dragged you again. Crashing onto seriously hard ground, you open your eyes and find yourself back in the real world again. Looking round you couldn’t see Eddie and broke down crying realising it was all in your imagination.

“Sweetheart?” turning round, you saw him standing behind you, still looking like E.T. You bounced up and hugged him tightly, “Tssss, watch Sweets, still sore up here.”

“Sorry, I am so sorry.” You sobbed into his blanket and neck. Bouncing up remembering your objective for coming here. Get Wayne out. Get the power off, draining the place of any energy, or as much as you could. Then? Get the hell out of there.

“Eds, I need to get Wayne. Do you want to wait here? It might be too big of a shock for him so soon.”

“No, I don’t want to be left alone.” And that statement broke your heart. You took his hand in yours, avoiding the spot which looked like a pothole, but was much more ominous in outcome, rushing down toward the trailer. You burst open the door, not even knocking.

“Wayne?! Wayyyne!!?!”

“Girl, girl, what’s the matter?”

“Wayne, thank God – we need to get you out of here, but first. I need you to sit.”

“Y/N-”

“Please Wayne, it’s important.”

You began to explain the events of today to Wayne. He just stared at you like you had lost all marbles. “Sweet girl,-”

“No Wayne, listen I know it sounds crazy, but – Eds, come in.”

Eddie sheepishly walked in, “Hi Unc…”

Wayne looked like he saw a ghost, for his mind he was witnessing just that.

“Wayne, it’s a long story and we will tell you, but for now? We really have no time. We need to get out of here.”

He just stared at Eddie, wordlessly. You helped him up out of the chair, and in doing so, he ran over to Eddie and hugged him with all his might. Eddie cried into his shoulder. The scene was so heart warming in itself, but you were on a mission. You lifted the keys to Wayne’s truck,

“Boys, I love you both, but right now – we need to get out of here.”

You took Wayne to the local shelter to reside, meanwhile you tried to hook your walkie back in again and change to the frequency the guys were on.

“Crew Crew, this is Shredder, over.”

Static sounded the air. Eddie broke the silence, “Shredder?”, you waved him off for now.

“Crew Crew, this is Shredder, over.”

Static once more. You were about to call again, when a voice broke,

“Shredder Shredder, this is Sitter, over.” You giggled at Steve’s codename. You saw Eddie’s smirk grow hearing his friend’s voice once more.

“Sitter, this is Shredder, where are you all? Over.”

“Shredder, this is Sitter, we are all at the Byers’. Where are you? Over.”

“Sitter, this is Shredder, I am back at the trailer park. Will I pull the stop? Over.”

“Shredder, this is Sitter, confirmed. Pull the plug. Meet us at Byers’ after. Over.”

“This is Shredder, copy that. Pulling now. Over.”

You start making your way to the power banks, just outside the park. Eddie closely follows, “What do you need me to do Sweetheart?”

“Pull this plug, and I’ll do the other. The wires need cut too – I buried these earlier.”

Pushing away soil from the area, you draw out a set of wire cutters. Eddie smirks, “My, my, what a bad little bird I have turned you into.” You smirk in return, “Shut up, and get cutting Bat Boy.”

“Oh, you hurt my feelings darlin’… I might just die of a broken heart!”

“Eddie, don’t even joke about dying again!”

“What are you going to do about it sweetheart?” he says smirking

Both of you turned the power off and cut all wires connecting to the power bank. It was all you could do – it was a little job, but according to El, it was vital in the success of the group. You both made your way back to the truck.

Eddie stops, “So, erm, Shredder? What’s that all about?”

You start blushing, “Well, erm, okay – you can’t laugh!” Eddie laughs and holds his hands up in defence.

“Okay, well, Dustin obviously was there for your ‘concert’.”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, I was so proud of you, and just watched you with sheer amazement at a, your talent, and b, your bravery. So, Dustin saw how I was looking at you, and told everyone else, so now I get the codename ‘shredder’ because of how I reacted when you, quote on quote, ‘shredded’ that song on guitar.”

Eddie stares at you and bursts out laughing. “Eddie! I told you, you couldn’t laugh!!” You responded laughing yourself.

“Sorry Sweetheart, sorry. I’m flattered, honestly, that little old me could have such an effect on a diamond like you.”

You lightly push his shoulder, “C’mon – let’s get to the Byers’”

Driving to the Byers’ was so pleasant, any time you had with your boy was a great win. Stopping outside the home, you both got out and approached the front door. You were greeted by Dustin, who let out “Hi Y/N-” before swiftly hitting the deck. You rushed over to him, attempting to wake him. You shouted for Steve to come and help, which he did, but he also hit the deck as soon as he saw who was standing behind you.

“For Christ’s sake!” you shouted as you entered the house, stepping over the two fainters.

“Right, before we go any further, this is as huge a shock to you all, as it was to me. Eddie, come in.” Robin half-laughs, “Y/N, please we have to get over this, Eddie is-”

Jonathan cuts her off, “Right here.”

Eddie walks in and waves to everyone. He’s bombarded with everyone rushing to hug him, ask him how he is, what happened, anything. You meanwhile were trying to bring Dustin and Steve round. Luckily Joyce had some smelling salts which you brought to the two boys and revived them.

Everyone was catching up, but you were back with all of your favourite people, planning to prepare the take downs of all take downs. This time you would all win. This time no one was getting hurt. This time it was done. For good.

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To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It’s just that… you don’t really get along all that well, do you? At least, that’s what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers, slooow burn, language, drinking, mention of vomitting, rpf, fem!reader, eventual smut

Author’s note: we get drunk in this one! and, little side note: Mark's not the worst. Stupid, sure. But we love him still.

Wordcount: 4.6K

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

Something was wrong.

The wedding shower looked great - people were chatting, drinking, laughing. Mark and Poppy were stood near the entrance to greet everyone who came in, to receive gifts, to welcome family and friends. Sometimes excited raised voices alerted everyone in the room when someone who said they wouldn't be able to make it walked in through the doors. There was hugging and there were smiles and Joe was happy, because Poppy seemed happy.

Joe found the best venue. The perfect place for a wedding shower. Not extremely formal, not too wedding-y. But nice.

Still. Something was off. It started with you showing up way later than Joe thought you would've.

Drunk.

Joe saw you enter from where he was stood by the bar. He'd been chatting to a colleague of Mark who had recognised him, and immediately had all sorts of questions. About being an actor. About the industry. About the people Joe worked with. All things Joe didn't mind talking about, but this was bad timing.

You'd just walked in, with half-lidded eyes and a dopey smile, and you were quick to sling both your arms around Poppy. You let your body fall into her fully, and Joe saw Poppy stumble back at the surprise of having to unexpectedly carry your full bodyweight. You slurred some things into her ear, things that made her look at her fiancé with a worried glint in her eyes.

Looking at the two of you hug, Joe realised he could still feel you in his arms if he thought about it long enough. The way you just... fit him so perfectly. Had relaxed into his hold so readily. You'd only sobbed maybe twice before your breathing had steadied. He fixed it. Sort of had to, Joe thought. He'd asked you a question that he hadn't expected such an emotional answer to, and he'd regretted asking it the second he saw you well up.

He'd done that. Was responsible for that. Felt awful for it, too.

How could Joe not have hugged you?

It had been such a short, quick thing. Effective, though. You'd stopped crying just as fast as you'd started. The moment had been so small, but definitely special.

To Joe, at least.

But Joe knew he was on thin ice. Joe remembered your shared moment in vivid colours, but he also remembered the fact that Poppy breaking it up by her loud knock on the window had made him feel like he'd been caught cheating.

Ever since then, he'd been riddled with conflicted feelings.

Needed to make sure he kept distance. That he wasn't going to fuck it all up.

So he made sure that this party was perfect. Perfect venue, perfect bar staff, perfect DJ and perfect guest list. Even the lighting! Brightly coloured lights, all pinks and peaches, no blue tones to be detected. Joe had thought of everything to please Poppy. To make sure she was pleased with him.

Joe saw how you squeezed Poppy until it hurt her, and then you didn't greet Mark at all. Instead, you beelined it straight to the bar where you ordered two gin and tonics.

Even though fucking gorgeous, Joe could see how you were staining this beautiful affair. A big dollop of ketchup on a pristine white shirt, and this party wasn't allowed any stains.

Why the fuck were you drunk already?

From a distance, Joe saw Mark clench his jaw as Poppy touched his arm. She seemed to tell him to calm down, or, something along those lines at least. To not pay you any mind, perhaps.

But you just necked a full glass and seemed ready to throw back the second one too.

This had disaster written all over it.

Joe had to step in.

Do something.

Mark's mother found you, and you greeted her warmly. She'd been talking to Poppy's mother, and since you were greeting and hugging already anyway, you also leant in to embrace her.

You and Poppy's mother had never hugged before, ever.

Joe saw from her face that it was a little unexpected. You really squeezed her properly before you let go and found the straw in your drink with your tongue.

Classy.

Where you'd just seconds earlier greeted the two mum's like they were your own, now, it was like they didn't even exist to you. You stood and looked across the room, eyes roaming, your mind somewhere else entirely.

"Excuse me," Joe said to Mark's colleague who was still talking to him, and he made his way over to you.

"Hey,"

"There he is," you slurred through narrow eyes, all exaggerated suspicion, and one of your hands wrapped around his forearm by ways of greeting. Nails dug in harshly, and your teeth did the same to your bottom lip as you frowned.

"What's going on, are you all right?"

None of this was normal. Not that the two of you ever were or had been, but, you were fucking plastered.

You had a hard time keeping your eyes straight, and there was something vengeful about you, Joe thought.

You shrugged, spat, "Ask Mark," before spotting Mark's brother over Joe's shoulder and quickly stepping around him to make your way over.

There was no hug for Mark's brother, but just a sloppy high five, followed by lots of giggles and spilt gin and tonic. You were barely able to keep your balance, and when Joe checked on Poppy and Mark, he saw they were watching you as well.

In fact, Joe took a scan of the whole room, and from almost all directions you had eyes on you.

You looked good, still. Banging body in a banging dress. You still smelled lovely, your perfume lingered, and you didn't have a hair out of place. Skin all dewey, all healthy looking... it did something to Joe.

You looked fucking amazing if you asked him.

But you swayed on your feet. Laughed loudly. Fell into the people you were talking to. Held onto them for balance. It was so clear that you were well past the point of being just a little tipsy.

Jesus Christ, was Joe going to have to ask you to leave?

Joe and Poppy made eye-contact, and she beckoned him with a nod of her head.

"She's pissed," Poppy said the second Joe stepped into earshot. Yea, no shit you were pissed.

"I'll go tell the bar staff to only give her mocktails," Joe said, already thinking of solutions, of how to keep the peace.

"No, she'll notice," Mark grumbled, and rubbed his face. He seemed annoyed.

"So go apologise," Poppy said, and Mark was quick to react, "I have! I have apologised! Like, seventeen times!"

Joe had no idea what was going on, but he used context clues. It sounded like Mark had fucked up one way or another.

"Make it eighteen," Poppy hissed and pointed in your direction.

Joe could see people around trying to piece together what was going on. A hushed conversation between the three of them, Poppy's extended arm pointed your way - this wasn't difficult to understand. They were figuring something out, and so, nobody interfered.

Mark sighed.

"She's too far gone, it's of no use now. Saying sorry won't do anything. It'll just kick things off again. I honestly didn't think she'd come tonight,"

"Mark, this is our wedding shower, of course she's here. Listen, I'm not going to let–"

"Don't put this on me!"

"I'm not, but, she's your best man!"

Mark and Poppy started bickering a little too loud for Joe's comfort.

"I'll," Joe spoke up loudly, shutting the two of them up instantly. "I'll take care of this,"

"No-" Mark started, one hand up to stop Joe, but Poppy shot him a glare and said, "Let him," and all Mark could do was sigh and let his hand ball into a fist that bumped Joe on the shoulder.

A look was shared between the two men. Joe thought it meant, good luck, but Mark wasn't really sure what he meant. He didn't know what he could've said that would've helped Joe before he turned and made his way back over to you.

Joe politely interrupted the conversation you were having. Mark's brother immediately helped out and diverted your attention to Joe.

"Come," Joe said into your ear, "Let's go sit somewhere,"

Compliant, you immediately followed, much to Joe's surprise. He wasn't going to let you notice that, though.

Joe lead you to seats near the short end of the bar, furthest away from the entrance. It was a little tucked away, but pretty much still out in the open. Mark and Poppy would have had to move just by a few steps to see around the bar, to see the two of you.

You fell into a seat. Nearly missed it. Joe had to reach and grab you by the arm to make sure you didn't topple over.

"Mark says he's sorry," Joe started, but said it all casually like it wasn't a huge deal, and it made you scoff at him.

"Mark can go suck a thousand dicks,"

Joe couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he signed for water to bar staff.

"I'm sure he could,"

"No, he fucking can't," you immediately argued, your face all scrunched up. "He wouldn't know what to even DO with a thousand dicks."

"Mmh, well, I don't..." Joe raised a shoulder. "A thousand is a lot of dicks, to be fair,"

Joe got handed two glasses of water, and held one out to you.

"Drink this,"

"Fuck off," you refused, but didn't put a lot of effort in when Joe forced the glass into your hands.

"Drink it." Joe said sternly.

So, you did. When you wanted to lower the glass after one small sip, Joe didn't let you. Using two fingers pressed to the bottom of the glass, he made sure you downed the full thing.

You gasped for air when you slammed the empty glass down.

"You're– dick," you grumbled.

"I– .... my dick?"

You thought it was stupid how Joe was humouring you. Like you were a toddler.

"Why are we talking about my penis?" Joe's brow was set in a deep frown, but the corners of his mouth gave away the smile underneath.

You sloppily shrugged, all annoyed.

"It's probably pretty, isn't it? You know, in dick terms,"

You got all angry again, but now it was all aimed at Joe instead of at Mark. Which was good, Joe thought.

"Golden boy Joseph," you started, speaking into the room louder than Joe cared for. "Posh little squeaky-clean Joey, with his beautiful pretty penis, ugh, you're the worst,"

Even your facial expressions were slow and messy.

"That's all right," Joe just said. It made you cover your face with both your hands, elbows up on the table, and you groaned loudly.

"You're not the worst, Mark's the worst,"

Oh. Back to Mark.

"And apparently I'm the worst for wanting a plus one,"

You slung your arms about.

"I don't even want to bring anyone!" you defended, "I just asked why I didn't get one because he'd been all vague about it, and he still hasn't fucking said why,"

You nearly hit the empty glass in front of you.

"Careful," Joe warned, sliding it away from you, just in case.

"But obviously I'm awful for even bringing it up,"

Joe saw you look around, in search of Mark, he assumed. You got up a little from your seat, and leant heavily on the small table.

Unable to find him, you opted to just shout, "I'm clearly the worst friend," loudly into the room.

With a warm palm to your shoulder, Joe pushed you to sit back down and as you fell into your chair, your head bobbled.

You looked like you could use some sleep.

Or, some food.

You sighed deeply, clearly annoyed at... everything. Mark, mostly.

Looking at you, there was an overwhelming feeling to protect within Joe. To shield, even if he was unaware of what, exactly.

He just... he needed to make sure you were safe, and he'd use the excuse of Mark keeping tabs on him again if he needed to. It was an easy cover-up. Even if the two of you were fighting, you knew Mark would still need to make sure you were all right. But the way Joe was prepared to throw his own flesh and blood in between you and whatever could do you harm felt new. 

He could’ve never seen it coming.

You were strong. Held the strength of thousands. Were stubborn and didn’t let people mess with you. You could be harsh, and sharp, and if Joe said something wrong, you would always make him feel that he did. Would just get up and leave without feeling bad about it. 

But now Joe understood it was all coping. It was how you’d been shaped. By the years. By others. And Joe wanted to undo it. To fix it. Keep you safe.

From where he was sat, he made eye-contact with Poppy's mother. She looked a little worried, but Joe just smiled. Gave her a little wave. Signaled it was all good, even though he really wasn't sure if it was. 

De-escalate. Take deep breaths. They always helped.

Joe kept looking around. Seeing if he could find Mark after not finding him in the spot he'd been in before. He either needed to get the two of you together, or needed to keep you as far apart as possible at this party. He wasn’t sure which one was better right now. But he needed to at least know of Mark’s whereabouts so that he could decide what was best later. 

A loud gulp of air next to him made Joe turn to look at you.

You were crying. Holding it in, doing deep breaths to not let any audible sobs out, but your mascara was leaving dark tear stains all the way down to your chin.

“Fuck," Joe muttered, and was quick. Looked for napkins, checked tables and the bar surface, but there were none. He then patted his pockets, and immediately screwed up his face - did Joe think he was carrying a handkerchief? Had he ever done that in his life? 

Without anything else around, he then just used his forearm and pressed the inside of it over your cheek, getting the left side of your face. 

You immediately grabbed hold of it, and turned Joe’s arm in your hands to show him what he’d done. 

Black and brown make-up stains on his white sleeve.

“I’ll have it dry cleaned,” he said, twisting his arm out of your grip, “Close your eyes,” and then, he got the other cheek. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. Of course Joe didn’t wash his own shirts. 

"I think I need to leave," you then hiccuped, eyes still closed, Joe now softly wiping the fabric of his shirt against your face. He used the hem to get real close under your eyes, letting fresh tears disappear into the cotton.

"Nah, just need to sober up," Joe said, all casual. Like you hadn't just made an awful entrance and were very clearly ruining your best friend's wedding shower.

"Here." Joe then said, and pushed the second glass of water towards you a little. You'd assumed before that that was Joe's glass, but noticed it was still full and realised he'd gotten both glasses for you to drink. 

"They want you here. You're the best man after all,"

"I'm not so sure anymore," you said after downing more water. "He said some dumb shit, about how I always think everyone's in love with me," you winced, "Knows right where to fucking stab me,"

"Joe!"

Poppy called for him, and when Joe looked, he saw she was smiling. Happily chatting away in a group of girls, some of them bridesmaids, and she beckoned him to come over.

"All right, finish that. I'll be right back, okay? Don't move." Joe said to you before he dashed off.

You watched him walk away before your eyes landed on the glass in front of you.

Water was stupid. Tasted of nothing but your own saliva.

Water could go and fuck itself, like Mark could go fuck himself.

Water could go suck a million dicks, for all you cared.

You wanted more gin.

Mark sucked. And gin didn't.

Poppy pulled Joe into conversation. The girls said Joe's suit had to match their bridesmaids dresses, since he was part of their group. Joe agreed, politely smiled, said he'd wear whatever shade of pink he had to. Poppy swore he looked good in anything, and Joe jokingly agreed that he did.

People were laughing. Having fun. Some started dancing, and Joe thought to himself that this wedding shower was fun. Poppy was smiling, and so he was happy too.

Joe didn't forget about you, but in the crowd, being amongst people, he got swallowed up into conversation for a little bit. Into jokes. Into chats with friends and family, and people were interested in him. Wanted to know all sorts of things, asked him questions, wanted to tell him things.

When Joe eventually made his way back over after a little bit, you were gone, and your table held five glasses - one still with some water in. Four empty. Three with straws in.

Shit.

You'd not listened at all; hadn't finished the water, and you'd clearly moved.

The venue wasn't huge, but it was fairly packed. Looking around, it was impossible to quickly spot you.

He spotted Mark, though.

"Hey,"

"She's vomming," Mark said,

"Toilets?"

"Toilets."

Joe nodded, but didn't walk off yet.

"Do I... should we put her in a cab?"

Mark sighed and found his phone to check the time. The party had been going for a bit already, and Joe could tell he was annoyed.

"Where's Pop?"

"Mingling,"

"Okay, good. That's good."

A silence fell where Mark seemed to think about what would be the best course of action.

"We didn't give plus ones to people we know aren't seeing anyone," Mark then suddenly said, answering a question Joe didn't ask.

"That's why we didn't–"

"Yea man, no worries," Joe quickly replied. He needed Mark to know it wasn't an issue for him at all. Joe didn't want to be the cause of more drama, just wanted to make sure the rest of the night ran as smoothly as it could. Needed to, for Poppy.

"My mum's with her now, but–"

"I'll go, I'll take her outside and get her into a cab." Joe interjected, feeling like he should be the one to handle this. He was the maid of honour who had organised the wedding shower, after all.

"You and Poppy can stay," Joe pointedly said. Then he took Mark by both the shoulders, shook him firmly and pressed, "Celebrate. It's your wedding shower."

Mark turned to see Poppy laughing loudly. Good. Mark cared about a lot of things, but right now, the most important thing was for Poppy to enjoy herself tonight.

Joe found you in the ladies. Mark's mother was stood by the sinks with you, doing her best to wash and wipe the vomit from your hair.

You were a full mess of a girl.

"I'm taking over," Joe said, smiling politely.

"Are you taking her home?"

Joe had told Mark he'd just throw you into a taxi, but his mother made him commit to bringing you all the way to your doorstep.

"Of course," Joe had no other choice.

"Darling," Mark's mother turned back to you and grabbed hold of your face with both hands. A wide grin spread across it as your eyes remained closed. "You're going to get home, eat something, and go to sleep,"

The mere thought of food made you shudder.

"Nothing crazy, just some bread or something, carbs," she quickly added.

When Mark's mother turned to look at Joe again, Joe took it as his sign to take over.

"Come on, we're leaving. Let's go,"

Joe held out an arm, which was meant to just guide you. Get you in front of him so he could maybe hover both hands close to your shoulders to make sure you didn't bump into anything on your way out. Instead, you took hold of it and curled into it, and suddenly Joe had his arm around your neck as you leant into his side and he had to focus all his energy into keeping a straight face.

Getting you outside was easy. Getting rid of the blush on his cheeks wasn't. The fresh air made you push yourself into Joe more, and it made Joe mentally have to count to ten.

Joe was shielding and, fuck, it felt amazing, but he knew he was overstepping. There was no way in hell Joe was going to let people - let you be able to accuse him of taking advantage of a situation. Nothing he was going to do could lead to accusations, Joe needed to make sure of it. Nothing.

Deep breaths. They always helped.

And Joe had to take more deep breaths when a taxi stopped in front the two of you, and you didn't really make any moves to get in by your own accord.

Joe had to use his arms, his hands, his fingers, to manoeuvre you into the backseat and get you into a seatbelt.

"Where to, mate?"

And that's when Joe realised he didn't know your address.

He knew whereabouts you lived - he had walked you home that one time, remember? But what the fuck was your address?

"Um," Joe squeezed his eyes shut for a second.

What the fuck was your address?!

He could contact Poppy, or Mark, but the second he thought of either of them receiving a text or a call from him, he knew how that would make their mood drop. Joe didn't want to be a bother. Couldn't let you be more of a bother than you already had been.

"Just..." Joe looked at you. You were already asleep.

Then, he gave is own address to the cab driver and slid across the seat to get into his own seatbelt.

All right.

This was fine.

Joe had bread. He could give you some bread, have you sleep on his sofa, make sure you were actually okay, and, Joe checked his phone for the time, there'd still be enough time to make it back to the party.

Yes.

This was going to be fine.

You were going to be fine.

But Joe looked over, and you had your head slumped forward and were hanging into every turn and it looked painful.

Protect. Keep you safe.

Joe sighed, undid his seatbelt, got into the seat next to you, buckled up again, and used careful hands to push you into him. Give you something to rest your head on.

And you fucking snuggled.

Deep breaths, Joe. It wasn't that far to go still.

Joe took deep breaths for the rest of the trip, and then Joe took deep breaths as he held you up by slinging one of your arms around his neck as he got you into his house.

More deep breaths when he let you fall back onto his sofa and he saw your dress had ridden up.

More deep breaths as he went to the kitchen to get you bread like Mark's mother had said, and water too. A paracetamol sounded like a good plan as well.

More deep breaths when Joe stepped back into his living room to find an empty sofa.

Footsteps on his stairs.

Fuck.

Joe called for you, followed where the noise came from, and saw you disappear onto the landing.

Fucking fuck. Shit.

With the bread, water, all of it in hand, Joe quickly toed his shoes off and rushed up the stairs after you. Picked up the handbag you'd dropped halfway. He heard the rustling of his duvet and knew he was too late.

Tonight Joe was going to be the one to sleep on the sofa.

Joe wasn't prepared for the sight of you in his bed, your feet still in heels that stuck out on the side. It made him feel too many things at once, your face pressed into his pillow, on his side of the bed. He didn't even care that he'd just witnessed someone washing vomit from your hair.

He placed the water, food and medicine down on his bedside table and knelt down to take your shoes off for you.

Joe was touching the skin of your ankles with his fingertips and he felt his face heat up. Your little hums did not help in the slightest, and even though Joe loved them, none of this felt right.

Joe was overstepping.

With your shoes removed, you slid both legs under the covers and moved to get more comfortable.

"All right," Joe whispered, leaning a little closer to catch sight of your face. "There's some dry bread here on the side, some water, a tablet if you need it, your bag's here, on the floor, and–"

"Mmmhm, 's just a nap," you interrupted and reached a hand up that found Joe's cheek to pat.

It burnt his skin, and he wanted to smile. To allow himself to enjoy your touch, but he couldn't.

Joe reached to draw the covers over your more, tuck you in a little before he'd head out again, and it was the worst thing he could've ever done. Because your hand found his arm and suddenly, you were holding onto Joe's shirt and pried your eyes open to look at your own make-up stains.

"Go, have a nap," Joe cooed, trying to create distance, and fully expected you to close your eyes. You were drunk, so you'd probably fall asleep fast.

Instead, Joe felt his heart skip several beats when you softly said, "Nap with me."

Inhale. Hold.

Hold.

Hold.

Joe couldn't fuck things up any more than he already had, but you were in his bed, on his side of it, and you just asked him to get in as well and, what the fuck?! Joe was just a man. One with insides that churned at the sight of you, even now, all drunk. All soft. And the pillows looked cool, and clean, and inviting. And you asked him to nap with you.  

Exhale.

Joe thought of Poppy.

Thought of Mark.

Thought of how you and Mark met. How you became friends.

Thought of how everything that had happened tonight had lead him to this exact moment.

There was no way Joe was going to go back to the party, still. He should. Probably should, you know, for Poppy. Really didn't want to, though.

He wanted to get into bed with you.

He shouldn't. Really shouldn't. But fuck, he really wanted to. And he could, maybe, if he kept his clothes on. Right? That would be okay, wouldn't it?

Joe took too long. Hovered in the space above you for too long. So you decided for him by also grabbing hold of Joe's arm with your other hand and turning over, essentially encasing yourself into his arm like you'd done earlier when Joe'd lead you outside.

And then you scooted over, further into the bed. Made space behind you, and didn't let go of Joe, pulling him in.

Yea, Joe wasn't going to go back to the party.

Gently, Joe laid down behind you, hoped and prayed you didn't notice- didn't feel the effect it all had had on him below his belt.

"I love a good nap," you whispered, all breathy and gentle, and like you'd done in the cab, you snuggled. Joe had to bite his bottom lip not to let any noise escape him.

Deep breaths.

You were in Joe's bed, in Joe's arms, and you were safe.

Joe got to keep you safe, and suddenly, it all felt right like nothing had been more right ever before.

Rest now, Joe told himself. She's not going anywhere.

---

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[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

Frantic fanfic

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FVJPGHw by Thefrayfan12 Story about unhinged celebrities and characters from different media x zombies and crack ships Words: 24297, Chapters: 8/8, Language: English Fandoms: Multi-Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Lady Gaga Fred durst Bruno mars Katy Perry and more, Justin Timberlake, Justin Bieber, Peter Griffin, family guy - Character, Fred Figglehorn, Lizzo (Musician), Megan Thee Stallion (Musician), Resident evil - Character, Beyonce, celebrities - Character, Usher, Rihanna, Korn, Fred Durst (Limp Bizkit), ninjago - Character, Spider Man, Gerard Way, brain pop, Lara Croft, Iron Man, Demi Lovato, Cardi B (Musician), Wonder Woman - Character, John Cena, Kylie Jenner, nikocado avocado, Gordon Ramsay, Lil Nas X, Billie Joe Armstrong, Green Day - Character, Post Malone, ‘kevin hart, Travis Scott, Ariana Grande, Shrek - Character, Darth Vader, Emma Watson, Hugh Jackman, Snoop Dogg, Kanye West, Megan Fox, Selena Gomez, Billie Eilish, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Freddy Krueger, Rick Sanchez, Princess Peach, Luigi, Batman, Harley Quinn, SpongeBob SquarePants, Sonic, Maroon 5 - Character, Mario, Lil Wayne, Lois Griffin Relationships: multiple Additional Tags: unhinged, Frantic Fanfic, crack ships, cross overs - Freeform, Major Character Undeath, detailed death read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FVJPGHw

[velvainee]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 : roleplays !

🎐 — yes, i do roleplays ! i dont have discord atm, so all of the roleplays will be either done in the tumblr dms or in reblogs .. im female, 21, submissive bisexual, and my timezone is EST.

𖦹 ׂguidelines for rp. i have been roleplaying since mid-2022. if you want to roleplay please don’t expect me to accept your request if you’re a one liner, since i write im paragraphs and in third person.

communication is key ! if you need a break, tell me, if you’re going to sleep/leaving tell me. don’t be afraid to notify me if you don’t like what’s happening, confused, lost, or want to change things up. i always want you to be okay.

oc x oc roleplays are also allowed, as long as you have a story or i know of the universe we’re in ! fandoms i roleplay in and favorite ships (some canon, some not), blue means the character i would play as ! my original characters are here

keanuverse. any keanu character x oc. john wick x sofia al-azwar. john wick x helen wick. john constantine x angela dodson. trinity x neo.

heathers. jason dean x veronica sawyer. heather chandler x veronica sawyer.

you. joe goldberg x guinevere beck. joe goldberg x love quinn. peach salinger x guinevere beck. joe goldberg x delilah alves

hemlock grove. roman godfrey x oc

others. patrick bateman x oc. marquis de gramont x oc.

dni if. poor communication, you’re going to ghost, minor, incest/pregnancy/pegging/anal/bodily fluids/knife play/death/necrophilia kinks.

[stuismybf]

Such a funny thought, to wrap you in cloth - J. Goldberg

day 2 prompt “what you did…it has consequences”

warnings: talking about disposing of a body, murder, hallucinations, dead bodies.

a/n: keeping up with this is harder than i thought it would be :) this also makes no actual sense.

His hands let go of your warm throat and your eyes stared into his. He loosened his grip and placed his index finger under your nose.

no breath.

he stroked your hair with his hand and inhaled sharply, what would the cover up story be? would he leave your body on the sidewalk a few towns over, a robbery gone wrong? maybe he’d shove you in a suitcase and toss you over a bridge? the possibilities were endless.

but there was one choice he liked the most.

burying you in the backyard of your coworker’s house. what was his name? mark? this could be his final fuck you to the stupid asshole. he knew how mark looked at you. like you were a fresh piece of meat and mark being a hungry wolf.

he felt a hand cup his cheek and he looked down gasping to see you with a blissful gaze staring up at him.

“joe”

your voice was soft and so sweet.

he shook his head “what?” “joey”

a smile fell over your face and you pulled his hand to your mouth placing a kiss to his thumb.

“i love you joe”

“joe?”

the voice echoed from behind him and he turned around seeing you standing there a confused look on your face and tears rolling down your cheeks.

“y/n?”

he looked back down confused, you had just been below him hadn’t you?

Joe gasped in horror at seeing Beck’s body laying under him, her once beautiful skin was grey and decaying bugs running out of her mouth. Her foggy eyes staring at him. He jumped up his hand covering his mouth, turning back around to look at you.

“you’re cheating on me?”

“what?”

he furrowed his brow in confusion.

“i can’t believe you!”

“what are you talking about she’s dead!” he shouted throwing a hand down to point at beck’s lifeless frame. “what no?” he looked back at beck who was now so full of life, her golden hair splayed out on the pillows and a hand cupping her naked breast.

you angrily stormed out of the room and joe ran after you. “y/n stop!”

as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom it changed again, he was a stranger a bystander watching from the window as joe argued with you, your hand coming up to slap his cheek, joe grabbed your hand and wrapped his hands around your neck your hands gripped his before he threw you back down on the ground and left.

y/n was violently coughing on the ground and then joe came back knife in hand. “joe please! joe no!” he turned his head not wanting to look but a cold hand grabbed the sides of his head and forced him to look back inside and watch you get murdered.

when it was over joe turned around to look at the person who had made him watch, it was you. soaked in blood with a weak smile on your lips. “what…what’s going on?” he asked rubbing his temple and you stared into the house “what you did it has consequences”

[trufflezitas]

◌⊹꒪。ꕤ 𝐘𝗈𝗎 𝐈𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌ᆝ㑽け💭

𓇼ꔵ 🈖황🦋★ ⟦ 𝙽ᧉɯ ᰍ𝗼ᩚ𝘀𝘁🝮 [..]꒳䩞齉 𝗹i𝗸ᦸᩚ 𝗼𝗿 ꢯᴥᩚ𝗯𝗹𖣠𝗀! ᭥🕊️🥨.. % 氎░⃟⃛💭⩩ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )🕷ི 🍽 ✿ ~ (𝗰.)𝗿ɘ𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗲̲ ˚•̩̩͙؁㚼顳𓍊𓋼 ⃪ 

[livelovelaug-h]

Imagine running into joe at the DMV after meeting him at Anavrin

Joe x reader ofcc :: second part to "imagine meeting a cute guy at Anavrin "

Before

Joe's pov

Y/n, this is why you're not for me.

[BELLS TINKLING in Mooney's]

Once upon a time, I believed in love.

Sure, I'd been hurt before, but I'd learned from that, and I wanted to fight for a fresh start.

The real thing this time.

So, boy meets girl, boy knows this is something special, and he thinks, "Let me do everything I can to make this right".

So, I did.

I was brave.

I was vulnerable.

I won her the old-fashioned way.

I tried to do everything right for her.

I knew you have to do anything for love.

So I did. I did whatever I had to, whatever it took.

"I love you, Joe." Beck said.

"I love you too." ....

"I heard about you and Candace."

But Beck she did not trust me.

So she started asking questions about the past.

"Candace? I think they dated."

But I can't say I was shocked when it didn't work out. "Who's Elijah? I ask Candace.

"Give me my phone, Joe."

"He's not your brother, I know that."

"I don't love you. I never have."

She started digging for stuff that should have stayed buried.

I picked wrong. I made mistakes.

[GLASS BREAKS.]

- Love had made me blind.

And now - love turned to poison.

BECK:"Tell me I'm crazy. Tell me you didn't kill Peach." She sobs. "Tell me you didn't kill Peach."

And when love dies, it really hurts.

- The bottom line is

she couldn't love me back.

[BECK SCREAMS.]

And our love died.

I thought that was the end.

A sad story.

A broken heart I'd have to heal from to love again.

But no, there was more hurt in store.

Candace.

"I think we have some unfinished business to talk about."she says.

"Yeah."

And so I realize this is what I get for trying so hard.

I can't love again.

I can't risk it.

It's too dangerous. The only fresh start is a start without love.

This is what it's come to.

I'm a troubled man changed by the things I do. True, but it's funny how Love has taken me to dark places. But Los Angeles has gotta be as dark as it gets. When you're running from someone who thinks they know you, the best place to hide is a city they think you hate because, well, I do.

I'm closing my heart, like an out-of-business bookstore, and I'm here for the moment where everyone is too into themselves to ever connect with another person. It's the worst city in the world and the last place I wanna be, and that's perfect.

It's temporary.

Regroup, get some cash together, figure out next moves, go. Never look back.

It's a chance to get back to who I really am: - a quiet guy, who just wants to lead a quiet life. I've done time in uglier cages.

Do not fixate on any one person.

Later ~~

Hello you.

No, fuck, no, I'm not doing that.

I'm not gonna try to figure out who you are, why you look so concerned about the state of that heirloom tomato.

Now

I see you working at the kitchen. You look so hot I could just "uhh" you moan "that feels good joe say my name." I fantasize us having sex.

What's wrong with me? I don't do this.

Not anymore.

I don't fantasize to some impossible version of a woman I barely know.

It's not good. No.

It's hard to have a fresh start, y/n when the past is on your mind.

~~~

"Hi, I need a driver's license."

" ID and proof of residence? "

"Yep, it's all there." She types for what seems forever.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

" Slow system."

Some woman in the back yells "that is completely unacceptable."

MAN: "Ma'am, come up to the window, please."

"Just wait, I'll fix this."

I know that voice.

"Sir? This woman has an appointment.

Just like I just had an appointment.

You just helped me five seconds ago."

What are the chances?

"she has to come back with somebody that can speak whatever she speaks."

"Arabic? I mean, it's pretty common."

"Excuse me, does anybody speak Arabic? - Anyone?"

" I can."

"Thank you, sir, please."

"Nobody's gonna skip you, right? Thank you, everyone. See? Someone who can help. Wasn't that hard to ask."

"Some people, huh? Okay, this is all in order. You'll step over there to take the written test." The lady says handing me my papers.

"Okay, thank you." I say to her & smile.

"Will." You say as you walk towards me.

"Kismet, right? I mean, what are the chances? I don't always cause a scene. "I promise." you laugh and it's cute.

"That was pretty impressive."

"Good, because I actually frequently do cause a scene."

"Well, I have to take this test."

"Well, you got this. Here. For luck." you kissed my cheek. What was that???. I'm in heaven. You walked away out of my sight.

EMPLOYEE: "Next in line, please step forward."

Are you really who you seem to be? Could anyone be that light and fearless? You know, I didn't because I promised myself I wouldn't, but now it would be weird not to, right? You're kidding me.

Are you the only woman in Los Angeles not showing off for strangers? Speaks well of you, but does make it trickier.

Unfortunately, I know exactly what I need to do.

~~~ your pov

I hope kissing him wasn't too forward. What was I thinking?? But I liked it, and I think he did too. He is driving me crazy. He probably doesn't even like me back. What if he's already dating someone? Ugh.

[sanasjen]

so..... love was a real downgrade n i miss beck

[imaginesbymonika]

The golden rule

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Plot: She always disappears in the morning and Joe has no idea what to do about it.

Warnings: angsty in the beginning but then soft !!!

Song to listen to while reading:

She had one rule and it was more than straightforward. Y/N grew up surrounded by actors and actresses, people who have dominated Hollywood for decades.

"What's the golden rule, sweetheart?"

"Don't fall in love with your co-stars."', Y/N replied, and her mother smiled at her, "Exactly, it will never end well.”

And for the last ten years, she didn't break it. Not once.

But right now, with Joe’s lips directly on her neck- she couldn't think straight, let alone follow any rules. Her back was pushed against the cold door while his hand searched for the zipper of her beautiful white satin dress. They both know that she will be gone before he wakes up in the morning and he won't discuss it with her on set. He will maintain his distance- until the following episode wrap-up party takes place.

"'Are you busy right now?", a shy voice asks, and Millie, who is laying on the couch in her trailer perks up from behind the book that she’s holding in her hands. She tilts her head as she looks at him.

"What's wrong?" ,The brunette girl licks her lips and Joe begins to anxiously scratch the back of his neck: "Am I really that obvious?"

"Well, you do have those great emotional eyes.", Millie answers and Joseph chuckles softly before he walks up to his friend. For a moment they both stay silent. Millie can see how her friend is desperately searching for the right wording.

"You told me that you know- Y/N, for quite some time now, right?", he begins and swallows thickly. Millie nods:" It’s been five years, yeah. Why do you ask?"

Joe doesn't respond. Instead he runs a hand through his hair and leans back.

Her skin smelled like peaches and her hair did too. He shut his eyes as he kissed her skin dark blue.

"You two hooked up!?", Millie’s eyes widen in shock:" Are you serious? Wait what?! Was that like a one-time thing?" But he shakes his head:" How many episodes of this season did we film yet?"

"Seven." "Well, there you go."

Joe, who is walking in loops sighs and shakes his head:" I really don't get it. Why? Why is she always leaving before I get the chance to talk to her about us."

Millie looks at the ground for a few minutes, before she begins to rub the bridge of her nose:" Oh no."

“What is it?"

"It’s ‘The golden rule’ .", she says quietly and Joe crosses his arms in front of his chest as his eyebrows furrow.

"Excuse me it’s what?"

"Her mother always warned her "no matter what you do, don't ever fall in love with your co-stars.", Millie mimics her voice and Joe swallows thickly. "She probably keeps her distance to you, because she doesn't want to fall in love with you. If she hasn't already, of course."

———

Y/N who is walking towards her car yawns, this is the third time in a row that she had filmed way past midnight. She stops walking to dig through her bag for her keys.

"Don't fall in love with your co-stars, huh.", a voice unexpectedly asks and when Y/N quickly turns around she spots Joseph. The actor slowly walks towards her, frustration is flashing up in his eyes.

"Joe. You really scared me, I-. Did you say "golden rule' ? How do you-"

"Millie."

The young woman nods in realisation:" Of course. Millie. Listen, can we discuss this maybe-?

"Tomorrow? Yeah, right.”, Joe finishes her sentence and scoffs, his voice was much more shakier than before. He pauses and looks at her for a while before he sighs in frustration and shakes his head:"There is never a tomorrow with you. You always- leave." Y/N stares at him while she begins to bite the nail of her thumb. Then she takes one deep breath:" Okay. Okay. You're right. Let's go. Let's talk about this."

Both of them walk over to Y/N's trailer in silence.

Y/N unlocks the door and takes a step to the side to let Joseph in first. She walks over to the kitchen area and turns the coffee machine on: "You want some? I feel like this is going to be a long night." He only nods.

"I am sorry, by the way.", Y/N mumbles after a moment, still staring at the silver coffee machine in front of her. Her finger hovers above the buttons:" I'm not really good at this. I just hate not being able to control my feelings and thoughts- so l guess, maintaining that one rule gave me some false sense of stability. I'm just so scared."

“Of what?”

"Of actually falling in love, Joseph. What if we don't work out?". He furrows his eyebrows. "We would still have to work with each other. We would still have to see each other. On set and on red carpets." She turns around to face him. The brown haired actor stands up from the couch and walks over to her, without saying anything he pulls her into a tight hug. Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and takes a deep breath. Inhaling his scent:"l just don’t want to lose you as a friend."

He sighs, as his heart breaks in his chest:" I get that."

“I like you, Joseph." Y/N whispers after a few seconds: “I really do."

———

A soft moans escapes his lips. The tequila of last night makes his insides turn as soon as he moves just an inch. He slowly rolls over and his stomach drops when he discovers that the bed is once again empty. The brown-haired man slowly gets up and silently puts on his shirt and pants, before he reaches for his phone. He knew this would happen, even if parts of him hoped it wouldn't.

He opens the door and his eyes widen.

"Wait. You're leaving?", Y/N asks while holding coffee and a bag of bagels in her hands:" I thought, that was my thing."

[choke-me-joey]

38 with Joseph Quinn please. Maybe he got jealous of a guy younger than the reader flirting with them

I hope this came out okay!! Friends to lovers is just 🤌🤌 I couldn't resist writing it this way!!

38. Let me show you how a real man does it.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), jealous Joe, public sex (they do it in a private bathroom but yk), flatmate reader and Joe aren't in a relationship but there's ✨️feelings✨️, unprotected p in v, creampie, friends to lovers, the usual filth

Hoe-vember masterlist

You looked good, you know you looked good. You'd had eyes on you ever since you'd stepped out of the car with Joe and Wesley at the GQ event in London. Both Wesley and Joe looked impeccable in their black suits, and Joe had given you his card and told you to go shopping to find an outfit for tonight, and found an outfit you had indeed. Both of their jaws had dropped when you'd stepped out of your bedroom in the flat you shared with Joe.

The black dress hugged you in all the right places, the lace of the bodice sitting beautifully against your skin. It showed just enough cleavage to be sexy, but not too much, and all those squats you'd been doing in the gym certainly paid off, as your ass looked like a damn peach. Your hair and makeup were flawless, having gone for a sultry smoky eye and a dark red lip.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, haven't seen you look this good since our uni ball!" Wesley grins, and you flip him off, smiling. "Scrubs up well, doesn't she Joe?"

"Y-yeah, you look beautiful love," Joe looks you up and down, shooting you a sexy smirk and a wink once Wesley's back is turned. You roll your eyes playfully at him, checking him out once his back is also turned. It was no secret that you and Joe fancied each other, well to everyone else around you anyway. It drove your friendship group crazy whenever either one of you hooked up with someone else, because there'd be some serious tension, jealousy and moping on behalf of the one who wasn't getting laid.

You'd wept into your pillow when he'd bring random girls home and fuck them, making sure to stay in your room as late as possible the next morning so you didn't have to face them. He'd slammed doors and sulked around the flat when you would bring a guy home and fuck them. It was mutual pining at its finest. And now you'd decided you'd had enough. Either he was going to finally fuck you tonight, or you would do your best to move on.

So you'd gone all out, it was your first public event with Joe, so you wanted make a fucking good impression.

The two lads were sipping on whiskey in the kitchen as you slipped on your shoes and spritzed yourself with perfume (Joe's favourite perfume on you, he'd drunkenly confessed to you on a night out once and then gone on to say it was his favourite on others in an interview) and you feel his eyes on you. You look over, meeting his eyes as you dab perfume on your neck and wrists, smiling coyly.

Oh, you'd made a good impression alright.

When you had arrived at the event, Joe had offered you his hand to help you out of the car, before being swept away by his publicist and manager for interviews on the red carpet, leaving you and Wesley to mingle with the other commoners, as Wesley had so charmingly put it.

"Tonight going to be the night you finally shag him?" Wesley asks casually over the lip of his champagne glass he'd been handed as you'd both walked into the room to find your table.

"Depends if he finds someone else to shag." You shrug, absent mindedly checking name cards on the tables as you walked through them.

"Oh come on, Y/N, you know he's pining for you," Wesley rolls his eyes, pulling out your chair for you as you find your places, sadly not at Joe's table.

"That why he's balls deep in a random girl whenever he's home?"

"When was the last time he actually did that, mate? And I know for a fact he hasn't been shagging whilst he's been abroad."

You pause for a moment. It was actually a while since Joe had been home long enough to go out and pull. "And you have been remaining celibate as well, so Zara tells me."

"For fucks sake why is my sex life being blabbed about within our friendship group?!" You hiss and Wesley snickers.

"Because we all need you and Quinn to stop being idiots and get together, you're driving us insane!" Downing the rest of his drink, Wesley gestures to your now empty glass. "Refill? Our man of the year should be joining us soon."

"Yeah, sure, sure" you mumble, and off he disappears. You get your phone out of your bag, and are scrolling through Instagram when a voice asks.

"Is this seat taken?"

You look up at and are met with a vaguely familiar, young, handsome face. He's leaning on the chair, a smile gracing his lips.

"Um, no? Go right ahead." You smile back at him. He was cute, very cute and he shot you an award winning smile as he sat down.

"I'm Harry," he says, offering you his hand. You take it, shaking it.

"Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," Harry says, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

"And how many times have you used that line?"

"Not as often as you'd think," he chuckles. "Why, is it working?"

You giggle, completely unashamed of your flirting with this total stranger. You don't even notice Wesley, now joined by Joe, coming back to the table with another drink for you as you and Harry are chatting away, you laughing at a joke he'd just made.

"Alright, Y/N?" Joe's mildly annoyed tone makes you turn around. Wesley is stood next to him, looking a little bit awkward. Joe's jaw is clenched as he looks at Harry sitting next to you, admittedly you had moved your chair a little closer to him

"Oh, hey! Joe, this is Harry, Harry this is-"

"Joe Quinn, right? Loved you in Stranger Things, mate."

"It's Joseph, actually." Joe replies with a bite to his voice, making Harry blink.

"Oh, er, sorry mate, I just thought cos she said it-um, right well I better head back to my table. It was nice meeting you." And with that he scampers off to his table somewhere else in the room. You sigh, looking up at Joe from your seat.

"Thanks, Joseph." You hiss at him. You slam down your glass on the table and grab your clutch bag. "I'm going to the loo, watch my drink."

"Nice one mate," you hear Wesley say sarcastically as you walk away.

You push through the crowds, navigating your way to the toilets, thankfully they were pretty well out of the way and not bloody cubicles. You let yourself into the vacant one, locking the door.

Jesus the bathroom was nicer than yours at home, you think as you touch up your powder and lipstick, giving your hair a bit of a scrunch to give it some more volume. A knock sounds at the door.

"Someone's in here!" You call out. Another knock. "Still in here!" Another, more forceful knock. You stamp over to the door, wrenching it open, ready to give the rude ass person on the other side absolute hell.

You were not expecting to be shoved back into the bathroom, and the door slammed shut behind said rude ass person.

And you were definitely not expecting the rude ass person to be Joe.

"Joe, what the fuck?!" You glare at him once more as he locks the door behind him.

"I could ask you the same thing." Joe says, quite calmly despite his chest heaving a little beneath his black suit. You give him a confused look. "Flirting with someone younger than you, really Y/N? I could hear your fucking giggles across the room."

"I wasn't flirting!" You definitely were. "He was just being nice!"

"So you push your tits together and up for every guy who's just being nice?" Joe scoffs. You echo him, rolling your eyes.

"Tell me you're jealous without telling me you're jealous, Joe." You challenge him, stepping forward. His eyes flick up and down you again, and you feel your skin warming under his gaze.

"Fine, I was jealous. I could see how he was fucking looking at you and I just wanted to deck him." Joe admits. "Been driving me crazy all fucking night, I can see everyone's eyes on you."

"And how exactly are they looking at me?" You goad, knowing you have him now. He grabs your hips and pulls you against him.

"Like they want to throw you down, rip this damn dress off and fuck you." His eyes are so dark they're almost black now as he backs you up against the sink. "Which is exactly what I wanted to do ever since I saw you tonight. Been wanting you for months, fucking years, Y/N, you drive me crazy."

"Then do it." You whisper, your mouth hovering inches apart. "Fuck me, Joe. I want you, always wanted you."

"Yeah, that why you're flirting with someone younger than you? Oh baby, let me show you how a real man does it."

You giggle as he lifts you onto the counter. "He was like 3 years younger than you, Joe."

"I bet I can still fuck you better." Joe grins and you grab his jacket, pulling him into a kiss. He moans softly as your lips meet. The first kiss is soft, and he pulls away. "You know I love you, yeah?"

"I know." You peck his lips. "I love you too. Now fuck me, man of the year." You reach down between you and palm at his cock through his trousers.

"Shit, shut up." He laughs, kissing you again, this time his tongue flicks along your lips asking for permission which you gladly grant him, moaning in appreciation as you taste whiskey, mint and a slight hint of smoke. A taste that is so Joe it makes your heart flutter. You continue to stroke his cock through his pants, squeezing occasionally. "Wanna bend you over, okay?"

"Fucking please." You nod eagerly, hopping off the counter and turning to face the mirror, sending him a smirk in your reflection. He pushes gently on your back, and you allow him to bend you over.

"Jesus, you look so good like this." Joe runs his hands over the curve of your hips and ass, before pulling your dress up. "Fucking hell, Y/N, no underwear?!"

"Didn't want a VPL, Quinn, would have ruined the look." You smirk over your shoulder, trying to conceal a moan as he slaps your ass. He raises an eyebrow at you in the mirror, a smirk on his face. "Shut up."

"Interesting." He says, undoing his trousers and shoving those and his black boxers down. "No time right now though."

You shudder as you feel him drag the hot head of his cock through your pussy lips, lubing himself up with your arousal. He leans over and kisses the shell of your ear. "This okay? Want me to get a condom?"

In response you push your ass back into him so his cock slips inside you, making him grunt out a breathy "fuck" that has you clenching around him. His cock slides into you with ease, the burning stretch of him filling you up had you moaning and clawing at the counter. "Fuck, Joe, so fucking big!"

He chuckles, gripping your hips as he starts to fuck into you, each bump of his cock head against your cervix sending tingles up and down your body.

"You feel so fucking good, babe" Joe sighs, locking eyes with you in the mirror. "Think you can cum for me? Wanna feel this perfect pussy cum on my cock."

"Joe..." You moan as he reaches round and strokes your clit, making your legs shake. "God, don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it, love."

Joe's phone begins to ring in his jacket pocket and your eyes snap open, staring at him.

"Don't you dare." You warn him as he grabs it with his free hand.

"It's Wesley," he says, like that's a reasonable excuse for answering his phone in the middle of dicking you down. "Think you can be quiet?"

"Joe, don't you fucking-"

"Hey, mate," Joe grins as he answers the call, and you glare at him in the mirror. He doesn't stop moving his hips or his fingers though, and you can feel yourself getting close. "Nah, just stepped outside for a smoke with Y/N....yeah, she's fine-"

You purposefully clench your kegels on his cock, making him hiss and slam into you a bit harder. He shoots you a glare. "Yeah, mate, I'm alright just burned my finger on my cigarette....yeah we'll come find you in a min-minute....yeah bad signal....alright mate, bye." He hangs up, putting his phone down and thrusting into you quicker. "You little....you did that on purpose!"

"You answered your phone whilst fucking me!" You shot back. "Besides, I really didn't want Wes to hear me cum."

"Oh yeah, you're close aren't you? Can feel how much tighter you're getting, come on baby, let go for me." Joe coos, his cock hitting that spot over and over until the tension in your body snaps and you cum, long and loud for him, moaning his name and gushing over his cock. Joe shudders, his cock twitching inside you before shooting his load against your walls, his hips pumping weakly into you still. "Christ, Y/N, fuck...." He pulls out, admiring his cum dripping from you. You're still lying across the counter, panting as you catch his eye in the mirror. Ever the gentleman, he grabs some toilet paper and cleans you up, throwing it away and pulling your dress back down for you. "You good?"

"Pretty fucking good. You?" You say breathlessly, unable to stop smiling as you straighten up, turning to face him.

"Pretty much the same, although I'm kind of pissed we have to stay here instead of going home and doing more of that." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek. "I'm sorry I was a dick, Y/N."

"I would apologise for my behaviour too, but it just got me some of the best sex I've ever had, ever, so I'm sorry but...not really." You look up at him with a cheeky grin. He laughs, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"The best sex you've ever had ever, hm? I bet I can top that. Just wait until we get home."

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Frantic fanfic

by Thefrayfan12 Story about unhinged celebrities and characters from different media x zombies and crack ships Words: 24297, Chapters: 8/8, Language: English Fandoms: Multi-Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Lady Gaga Fred durst Bruno mars Katy Perry and more, Justin Timberlake, Justin Bieber, Peter Griffin, family guy - Character, Fred Figglehorn, Lizzo (Musician), Megan Thee Stallion (Musician), Resident evil - Character, Beyonce, celebrities - Character, Usher, Rihanna, Korn, Fred Durst (Limp Bizkit), ninjago - Character, Spider Man, Gerard Way, brain pop, Lara Croft, Iron Man, Demi Lovato, Cardi B (Musician), Wonder Woman - Character, John Cena, Kylie Jenner, nikocado avocado, Gordon Ramsay, Lil Nas X, Billie Joe Armstrong, Green Day - Character, Post Malone, ‘kevin hart, Travis Scott, Ariana Grande, Shrek - Character, Darth Vader, Emma Watson, Hugh Jackman, Snoop Dogg, Kanye West, Megan Fox, Selena Gomez, Billie Eilish, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Freddy Krueger, Rick Sanchez, Princess Peach, Luigi, Batman, Harley Quinn, SpongeBob SquarePants, Sonic, Maroon 5 - Character, Mario, Lil Wayne, Lois Griffin Relationships: multiple Additional Tags: unhinged, Frantic Fanfic, crack ships, cross overs - Freeform, Major Character Undeath, detailed death via https://ift.tt/FVJPGHw

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Just Us Three (2)

++Jamie Bower x Joseph Quinn x Actress!Reader++

(Immediately following pt1, the boys show you how much they want you after the press party, making it clear you should be with them)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, poly relationship, smut, language, soft dom Jamie, soft dom Joe. Fingering, oral, penetration mentioned. A/N: sorry this took so long, I got really behind

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Pt1

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

As soon as the boys got you alone in their hotel room, they were all over you. Pinning you between them as they moved hastily to remove your clothes and theirs. Once everyone was left only in their underwear, Joseph picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, Jamie close behind.

"Joseph, I can't believe we've waited this long to get this goddess into our arms" Jamie cooed, kissing up your arm as Joe sat you on the bed, caressing your thigh. You kept looking between the two men before you, lust burning in your eyes.

"Oh I know love" he responds to Jamie, then turning to you, "we've been after you for awhile princess" he says, placing a long kiss to your lips.

"Joe" you whimpered, feeling his hand meet your clothed pussy, your body jerked forward into his touch, arousal seeping through the lace of your panties.

"Oh Jamie, she's dripping" Joe teased, spreading your legs so Jamie got a good view of the wet patch of your underwear. Jamie let out a deep groan and bit his lip in response.

Joe slid the fabric to the side, and drug one of his fingers over your wet core. He pulled his finger away, glistening in your slick, and quickly stuck the digit in his mouth, groaning at your taste.

"Jamie you've gotta taste her" Joe says, quickly running the same finger down your core again, and this time sticking his finger into Jamies mouth. Jamie quickly grabbed joes wrist, moaning onto his finger as he swirled his tongue around, lapping up every bit of your taste.

"Fuckin hell" Jamie gasped as he finally pulled away. He grabbed the back of Josephs hair and pulled him into a rough kiss, your juices swirling around on their tongues as their lips melted together.

You watched in awe at the two men in front of you, arousal pooling from you once more. You took one of your own fingers and circled around your clit as you watched them manhandle each other as they made out.

A soft moan came from you as you played with yourself, causing the boys to break away from their kiss, and gape at you. "Oh sweetheart, did you like that?" Jamie teased, chuckling as you nod.

"Our girl is dirty Joe" he says to the brunette, reaching down to replace your fingers with his. A loud moan escapes your lips as Jamie shoves two fingers into you, shushing you as he slowly pushed in and out.

Joe was in the other side of you, boxers down, roughly fucking his own fist as he watched. You look over at Joe, watching his brow furrow while he pleasured himself. You gently put your hand over his, and moved it away from this throbbing erection.

Joseph gasped as you leaned down to take him into your mouth, causing a groan to come from Jamie as well. "So needy" he teased, eyes shifting between the two of you.

"Fuck Jamie, she feels so good" Joe whined, gripping his hand into your hair. "Yeah love? Tell me about it"

"Her lips....ar...are so soft.....so...warm..." Joe sputtered, feeling his climax coming fast. Before Joe could chase his release Jamie pulled your mouth off of him, replacing it with his own. You watched as Jamie finished off the brunette, hands wandering over each others body as they moaned into each other.

As Joe finished in Jamies mouth, they both turned to look at you, eyes blown out in lust.

"Dont be jealous sweetheart, have a taste" Jamie says before grabbing your cheeks, forcing your mouth open so he could spit some of Joseph's cum on your tongue." You moaned at the taste before swallowing it down, eyes rolling back in your head at how dirty this was.....and how much you loved it.

The men were wide eyed in awe at the sight of you, seeing the girl they've wanted be as filthy as they were alone together made them feral.

"Thats enough teasing" Jamie announced, grabbing your panties and yanking them off. Him and Joe made eye contact after seeing your pussy for the first time, biting their lips at each other and smirking.

"Who do you want first baby girl" Jamie cooed, undoing your bra, leaving your angelic form completely exposed to them. They had both removed their boxers, as their eyes traced up and down your body.

You looked between the two beautiful, naked men in front of you, heart fluttering as you saw the lust they had for you in their eyes.

"Joe" you squeaked, grabbing at the brunettes chest.

Joseph let out a loud chuckle before quickly sliding himself between your legs, dragging his throbbing cock between your pussy lips.

"Did you hear that Jamie, she wants me first" Joseph teases the blonde, while slowly pushing his tip into you.

"Dont be crass Joseph" Jamie jokes, stepping behind him, laying kisses down his back as Joe thrust his full length into you. "Lets just give our baby girl the night of her life" Jamie continued, causing a loud moan to come from Joe and you.

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A/N: I'm sorry again this took so long. I have never wrote MLM content before so I wanted to make sure I did the best that I could to represent a more realistic poly situation than some of the other "love trios" I've written.

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