#sleepy joe let this happen

[thelasagnaaquatic]

Just handed a homeless man a check for $13,706.49 so he could buy a house off Temu. The only requirement is he has to let me come over and smoke weed and host melee tournaments and have sex with prostitutes anytime I want. He got hit by a car on his way to cash my check to buy 268 cartons of Newports. I smoked 53,000 cigarettes in his honor.

[songbirdstew]

Normally I roll my eyes when someone calls my town "Springtucky," but there is currently a news article about a woman who just had her pet alligator of 13 years taken away, and the comments are full of people going, "GOVERNMENT OVERREACH MUCH??? 😤😤😤 BIG MAD CITIZEN RIGHTS SOVEREIGNTY 😡😡😡"

It's... a fucking alligator.

[icallhimjoey]

Prompt idea either for your current fic or a random one shot! Soft!Joey was VERY much not so soft Joey in your dream and you wake up in a STATE about it. Now real Joey needs to rectify his dream world bad behaviour. Angsty Smutty fluffy whatever you think is best.

Love your work!

me: save this for something longer also me: no the girlies need it right now Wordcount: 1.5K

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Boy Of My Dreams

“Come here, baby.” 

Joe was there.

Right there where you'd left him, holding the covers open for you when he heard you turn off the lights in the bathroom. 

“I’m fine. Was just a dream.” you immediately said, curling back onto your spot, close to him, but your back turned.   

Joe’s eyes were still closed as his hands roamed until fingers trailed up your back to hold onto your neck. To feel some kind of closeness, the laziest way of comforting his girl after a nightmare.  

“Talk later?” 

But his question went unanswered. No confirmation, no dismissal, because either one didn’t feel right. You let the words float and hoped they would float away, real far, hoped they’d make real distance as you both fell back asleep.

Occasionally, you’d have a nightmare that would continue the story of a nightmare you’d had years earlier. A dream you couldn’t even remember, hadn’t consciously thought of since that one morning after you’d woken up from it, but somehow it still managed to store itself away inside your brain. Somewhere deep down, a place you couldn’t reach by yourself, just... lingering there for you to revisit in your sleep eventually.

It happened very rarely, but the second you’d wake up, you’d realise, fuck, this was that same fucking nightmare you had had ages ago.

When you hadn’t even known Joe yet.

Hadn’t even known of his existence, let alone would have known the lines of his face like the back of your hand.

The plush of his lips.

The scruff of his cheeks.

His chin.

The way your mind would hallucinate awful things in your sleep that would feel so vivid and so real was absolutely terrifying, but the addition of Joe’s face made everything so much worse.

Your unconscious mind could play tricks on you.

You knew this.

But in your sleepy haze, the feelings were real. The emotions right there.

And that man who’d scared you years ago in this same nightmare now wore a face that you recognised.

Logically you knew it was an addition.

Something new that hadn’t been there before.

There was no way you’d also dreamt about Joe all those other times - every person in a dream was someone you needed to have seen before, you knew.

But still.

The hand that held onto your neck was of little comfort, and you knew it was silly, but your body still flinched and moved away from the man in your bed because he didn’t feel safe right now.

You hoped Joe wouldn’t react to the quick pull away from him. To the little shimmy you did to duck into your pillow a bit more. But you felt how he raised his head off of his own, likely to see through a squinty eye if you were okay.

“I’ll have forgotten in the morning.” you quickly reassured with a whisper into the dark, and Joe decided he was too tired to get into anything right now anyway. He’d leave it to rest and hoped that you were right. That the next bit of sleep would make you forget about any horrors.

Except it didn’t.

It took you long to fall back asleep, and when you eventually did, you slipped right back into the same awful narrative.

It was why, not that long after you’d woken up that first time, you shook Joe awake. Leant over him, sort of sweaty, big wet eyes close to his face because, you just... you needed to check.

Had to see for yourself.

To see if his eyes were normal.

Joe roused awake, confused and definitely not as alert as you were.

“What?” Joe croaked, a little freaked out by the way you frowned in panic as you searched his eyes. He saw how yours flicked between his left and right.

Normal.

Joe’s eyes were their normal big brown beautiful kind soft ones. Bit tired. Definitely confused. But not the evil pitch black giant orbs you’d just dreamt of. You immediately relaxed and fell back onto your pillow, sighing with relief. This was definitely one of the weirdest most disturbing ways to be woken up before six o’clock.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asked, voice still just as hoarse, as he turned his head to look at you stare up at the ceiling.

Why were you panting?

“Nothing. I... don’t worry, your eyes are normal.”

Just a dream. It was just a dream. Your nervous system just had to catch up to it.

“My eyes?” Joe was so confused. What the fuck were you talking about?

“You were...” you started, but shook your head instead of finishing the sentence. It was of no use explaining. Just a silly dream. “Never mind. Just...” you looked at the ceiling and even though it was dark, the rubbing of your eyes made you see spots for a second.

Joe watched as you gathered your thoughts for a second, and worry etched deeper into his features.

“Hey,” he whispered, concern thick in his voice, a hand reaching over that placed itself on your forehead. “I was what? What did I do?”

You then turned your head to look at him, moving Joe’s hand into your hair, and you immediately felt guilty. Joe looked far too bothered for your liking.

“Scary.” you admitted, scooting over closer to him. “But you’re not scary now. Was just a dream.”

For a second, that made Joe relax a little. You weren’t talking about him him, you were talking about whatever weird version of him you’d just dreamt about. One without normal eyes, apparently.

Joe accepted you into his arms as you cuddled up to him, finding his sleep warm body to curl yourself around, seeking closeness this time around, because Joe’s eyes were normal and comforting.

He was glad it had just been a dream.

But then, Joe’s thoughts caught up, and actually, Joe didn’t like that.

Joe didn’t like that at all.

Didn’t like how you dismissed a nightmare like it hadn’t affected you when it so very clearly had.

Didn’t like how hugging you tight also meant that he could feel how fast your heart was beating.

Didn’t like how, real or not, you’d been scared of him. Had felt real fear because of him.

He’d been the boy of your nightmare, and that was not okay.

“You had a nightmare about me?” Joe almost sounded hurt, voice small and soft. Like it was his fault that you were breathing the way you were right now. Like he had personally done you a great disservice.

Which wasn’t true, obviously.

It hadn’t actually been him.

“It wasn’t you.” you comforted, pressing your face into Joe’s neck, reminding yourself just as much as you tried convincing him.

“Hm?”

“Just looked like you.”

But that didn’t make it better. Not to Joe, anyway.

The way that you went from trying for a little distance before, to suddenly hiding yourself away into his skin didn’t sit right with him either.

“You okay?” he whispered, a hand trailing up your back as he asked it, ending at your neck where he held onto it like he’d done before.

“Mhm,” you confirmed, and took a big deep breath to hopefully slow your heartbeat down a little. “Need to calm down.”

“Do you want to talk about it? What did I do to you?” Joe didn’t wait for an answer to the first question. Just wanted to know how severe his crimes had been. How big his apology needed to be. How much he needed to comfort you.

But like before, when he’d suggested to talk later, you let the questions sit where they sat, and didn’t provide them with an answer at all. Instead, you just burrowed deeper. Pressed your nose into his skin a little harder. Hitched your leg over his thighs a little higher. Squeezed yourself around his middle a bit more.

Joe decided his crimes had been very severe. Maybe even life sentence sort of stuff. He tightened his arms around your frame, the hand on your neck letting its fingers slide into your hair a little.

“I’m sorry.” Joe murmured against your forehead.

That made your eyes water.

You didn’t want to talk.

That was okay.

Just needed comforting.

“You’re okay,” Joe whispered into your hair, answering his own earlier question. He placed a little kiss there too, eyes closed, determined to make you drift off back to sleep, and it made you whine.

“You’re safe,”you deserved more sleep, but nightmareless this time. No scary eyes.

“I’m here.” Joe squeezed tigther as he felt you relax. From the way you started matching your breathing to his, he knew it was working.

You could have a nice dream about him.

He could be the boy of your dreams. Good, postive, sweet ones.

“No one’s gonna hurt you. Go back to sleep. You’re safe. I’m here.”

The hand that held onto your neck was actually very comforting now, and your body fully relaxed into the man in your bed because; he was right.

No one was going to hurt you.

You were safe.

Joe was there.

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[lyrenminth]

have a request for a joe burrow fic can u do one where the reader has surgery and joe takes care of her in the hospital

Partnership

The pain started during the night. At the beginning you thought they were cramps, no big deal until the pain got worse and worse. You tried not to wake up Joe, who was peacefully sleeping next to you. You went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and you saw blood like you were in your period. You changed your underwear for a pad, but you were bleeding a lot, and you couldn't stand up from the pain. You started gasping for air, and cried silently.

Something was wrong.

Joe knocked the door and open it. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asked, when he saw you crying, sitting on the toilet his face changed from sleepy to alarmed in matter of seconds. "What's happen? Are you having cramps?" he got closer.

"I'm bleeding a lot, and I'm having a-a lot of pain" you cried "I can't stand up and I'm feeling dizzy"

"I'm calling an ambulance" he went back to the room, looking for his phone. When you started feeling wet your legs you realized it was blood. "Joe!" You called him, weakly.

After a couple of minutes, you were on his arms, he was carrying you outside the bedroom and laid you on the floor. You closed your eyes, sleepy. "Baby, hey, it's not time to sleep, baby" you felt a hand touch your face. His voice sounded distant but you could hear the worry and anxiety. "Hey, honey please, wake up, the ambulance it's closer but I need you to stay up, okay?"

You nodded, opening your eyes only to look at his blue eyes. Joe seemed like an angel coming for you. But he was frowning and talking to the phone.

You wanted to stay awake but he was getting blurred, and the world was so slow. "Baby, don't sleep, don't do this to me" fear, Joe was scared.

***

You woke up with the beeping sound of some device. You looked around, confused. Your eyes stopped on Joe, sleeping on the couch. He looked so peaceful and handsome as always. When you tried to incorporate, a pain in your lower abdomen made you flinch. You hissed and laid back again.

Joe woke up, and stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Are you up" he stated. "What happened?" you asked. "You were losing a lot of blood" he took your hand and squeeze slightly "Damn, I thought...I thought you wouldn't-" he shook his head, keeping the thought away "You scared me,bad" he kissed your forehead and looked for any sign of discomfort.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened" you apologize. "The doc said something about your left ovary" he explained a little embarrassed he couldn't provide more info. "Let me call a nurse"

Minutes later a doctor and a nurse entered the room.

"Oh, Mrs Burrow. How are you feeling now?" The doctor said, she was friendly.

"Better" you replied.

"Yes, we have to do a emergency surgery for your left ovary. You had an enormous cyst that exploded" she explained "you lost blood but we could bring you back"

Your breathe shakily. The nurse checked your pressure, while the doctor explained the process and your recovery.

"No lifting heavy things, and you need to rest. We're going to have you here for the day but tomorrow you can go to your house" she looked at Joe "I'm sure you are in good hands, he was so worried about you"

You looked at Joe but he was serious. Did you really scared him? There was a turmoil of emotions inside you.

Once you were alone, he was still holding your hand. You touch his hand, playing with his fingers. "Are you ok?" he had bags under his eyes, and looked a little bit messy.

"Yes, I'm tired. I was calling your parents and everyone to let them know the situation" he replied. "So don't worry about that, you need to rest"

Joe was with you until the last minute you left to the hospital. He helped you to get into the car, bought the medicine the doctor gave you and healthy food your dinner. "I need to take a bath, I feel sticky" you confessed, he snorted but help you to undress. He was so gently with you, you almost cry. When he tried to get into the shower, you stopped him. "Baby, I think I'm alright" you said, giving him a kiss.

"Are you sure?" he asked, but he was holding your elbows like you were leaving forever.

"Yes, I-I can do this"

"Just yell my name if you need something"

Once the shower was over, he looked for your clothes and help you to dress again. "Do you want me to braid your hair?" It was one of his hidden talents. When you taught him, he learned fast and actually like to braid your hair. "I find it relaxing" he explained.

You nodded and sat on a chair, and his hands caressing your hair relaxed you so much you were falling asleep.

"Joe" you mumbled, "Mmm?"

"Did I scared you?" silence, he never stopped moving his hand though "Yes"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize. You didn't know"

"Joe, the doctor told me she had to removed my left ovary" you starting saying, finding the courage to continue "it's going to be difficult for me to get pregnant"

"That's ok, you are here right now. That's what matters"

" I know you wanted a family"

"Yes, but I want my wife to be healthy too"

"Thank you" you cried. His reassurance was relieving. When he finished braiding your hair, he brought you a soft dinner, and while you ate he took a shower.

Joe always took care of you when he could. As you did with him. You were a couple.

A team.

Thank you for this request. I have a similar fanfiction written about Joe too, but it's shorter. You can check it on the masterlist!

[eyecandyandbraincandy-blog]

Society for the last five years (and counting)

Public health: Hey, so we're tracking this new trend of ovens possibly burning people. It seems bad, we're gonna need more data.

Scientists: On it, we're gonna learn about the oven and what causes burns.

Government: Okay, here's what they're saying about ovens and how not to get burned. Let's shut everything down until this burning passes and then we can go back to normal.

Libs: YES! You can do your part and flatten the curve so we can reduce the amount of burns!

Conservatives: I'm sticking my head in the oven. Y'all don't own me, you libtards! Even if the oven can burn you, I'm wearing this super special glove.

Scientists: That glove is for checking horse prostates. Don't do that.

Government: Actually, if you inject yourself with gasoline, you'll clean that risk of burns right out of your skin.

Scientists: Don't. Do. That.

Libs: We trust science! We care about people! They don't! Let's stay strong, people!

*months later*

Corporations: Hey, so, our profits-

Government: Say no more, fam. We got this. PUT YOUR GRANDMA IN THE OVEN FOR THE ECONOMY.

Libs: Look how callous they are! We're the good ones.

Public health: Actually, needing to be careful when operating ovens has been SO hard on the American people. You can use the ovens without mittens for a bit as a break.

*a year of rolling back measures*

Corporations: BUT MUH PROFITS

Government: Okay, y'all. This is cute, but go back to work. Tell them to go back to work. Public emergency's over.

Public health: Look, some people are gonna get burned using the oven. Mitts are cute but it's really about your personal risk tolerance. So just let those people get burned, they'll die off and we'll be good as new.

Science: Actually don't do that. Our data's clear, here's all the ways to get burned and here's how serious those consequences can be. Wear oven mitts. But we have this vaccine now and it WILL HELP. But we're not sure what the efficacy is yet. So let's be cautious until we have more data.

Public health: You hear that? Vaccines. Yummy, get them so we can be done with this!

Conservatives: God damn it, they're all tryna give us the pokey-jabby-stabby to try and convince us the earth is ROUND, to be liberal femboy sissies and get gay autistic married transes. FAUCI PLANDEMIC HOAX KILLARY CLINTON AND SLEEPY JOE. DON'T DO IT.

Libs: We trust the science! We're gonna get the jabby pokey stab and then we're done! No more mitts.

Science: Well, actually-

Libs: SEE WE'RE DONE! All vaxxed and relaxed. We trusted the science and now it's over! Back to normal! I've been DYING to do some baking. My mental health was so terrible when we couldn't use the ovens!

People following the science who don't want to get burned: Hey, I actually really liked baking too. But I can't really do it safely since there's not oven mitts anywhere and now people are just cooking with flamethrowers. That's not really safe.

Society: BUT OUR MENTAL HEALTH WAS TERRIBLE WHEN OVENGATE WAS HAPPENING AND WE WANT TO BAKE. IF YOU'RE SO FREAKED OUT THEN STOP BAKING FOREVER AND STAY HOME.

People following the science: But you just said the isolation was bad for mental heal-

Society: YEAH MY MENTAL HEALTH. MY PERSONAL RISK. MY BODY MY CHOICE I TRUSTED THE SCIENCE.

Government and corporations: Excellent.

*A few years later*

Society: New mystery burns are popping up here and there and they seem to revolve around a kitchen???? What's going on???

Government: It's nothing, shut the fuck up and go back to work. We beat the ovens.

Society: Okay!

Science: Actually, the vaccine DOES significantly reduce the likelihood that the burns will kill you, but you can still get burned, others can get burned, and you can still have long term health-

Public "health": No, yeah, it's nothing. Some people are gonna get burned. And that's bad, but also like inevitable? Make sure you wash your face before operating an oven.

Libs: It's all about personal risk tolerance. I'm not going to live in fear with oven mitts anymore! I NEED TO BAKE.

*months later*

Society: Why's everyone getting burns constantly?

Lather, rinse, repeat.

[qqueenofhades]

One of my biggest annoyances is leftists and communists beinging up Biden’s tweets during the 2020 campaign of things he said he would do, and being like “see?? he didn’t deliver on anything and this is why you shouldn’t vote for the Dems again” Like, for all the understanding they seem to have of communist or marxist or whatever theory, the idea that the President is not a king and can’t do whatever he wants without Congress’s approval is lost on them?? He still believes in those things but if Congress won’t pass the legislation what is he supposed to do? EOs won’t solve all our problems.

Yeah. Not even to mention, the claim that "Biden hasn't done/delivered anything!!!" is a big fat lie, as people keep pointing out the things he has done, with a razor-thin House majority (until 2022) and two "Democratic" senators who torpedoed everything and one of whom has now literally left the party (Manchin and Sinema). So while Online Leftists obviously don't understand the difference between "achieving all of his campaign goals" and "achieving some," for the last frikkin time, Biden has done a lot of good things in very bad circumstances!!!!!! Using "he didn't do everything!!!!" as an excuse to not vote and so enable the open and unrepentant fascists is the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard!!!!

Like. Take the debt deal. As in other things, Biden clearly learned from Obama's mistake (which was believing that the Republicans would ever negotiate in good faith about anything, and/or would reciprocate in kind if Biden made concessions). McCarthy whined for WEEKS that Biden wasn't listening and wasn't talking to him and wasn't entertaining his ridiculous proposals (22% cuts in ALL discretionary/non-military spending, including Social Security, Medicare, etc etc, while preserving the giant Trump tax cuts for the rich.) No matter that a full one-quarter of the national debt ($7.8 trillion of $31 trillion) was racked up under Trump and the debt ceiling involves paying bills that have already been spent. No sir, those Damn Free-Spending Democrats wanted to use your money on icky things like ~social welfare!! It was mean and it was hypocritical and it was blindingly obvious, and Biden just completely ignored it. He didn't try to negotiate in good faith with that, because there was no way it would work. He just let them whine.

Then, when it came down to it, Biden went in and got a deal that preserves pretty much all of the Democrats' major legislative priorities and expansions from the last two years. The only real change is raising the work requirement age for childless adults on SNAP food assistance from 49 to 54, but this has also been accompanied by a corresponding expansion of the definition "homeless" to make more people eligible, some for the first time ever. There's not going to be any major new spending for the next two years, but that wasn't happening anyway since the GOP controls the House and wouldn't agree to anything Biden put in the budget (and plus, none of the money that has already been allocated through the American Rescue Plan and other federal assistance is getting taken away). But more importantly, it raises the debt ceiling for the next TWO years and it won't come up again until after 2024. That is HUGE: the GOP really, REALLY wanted to hold the economy hostage again prior to the next presidential election. But Biden basically went in and told McCarthy to stfu and got what he wanted. Qevin was even forced, after months of "Sleepy Joe" GOP propaganda, to call Biden "very smart and very tough" in the negotiations. Soooo.

Anyway, this is what I mean: this isn't as sexy and/or as utterly fucking useless as spouting lukewarm rebaked "Marxist" propaganda on the Twittermachine about how Biden hasn't done anything, but it's the actual nitty-gritty work of government and flat-out beating the Republicans. They got absolutely shit-all that they wanted, because Biden didn't fall for their same old, same old dirty tricks and disingenuous squealing. He went in, got the job done, and will get way less credit for it than he deserves, from anyone. Dunno about you, but I like that guy. I plan to vote for him again.

[sweetprfct]

Midnight Rain

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: The glitz and glamour of Hollywood isn't always what it seems. When Joe had started working with you in a movie, he had started wondering as to why you, the famous Hollywood starlet, has been acting out lately. Was there some dark secret behind all the angry spoiled façade? And why was he so fascinated about it?

Author's Note: This is the end of it! :) I'm debating whether to come back to this or not. We'll see... You guys let me know. But for now, I will see you all in "The Hate Formula." That one will have ten parts and probably will take up most of the summer. So, in that note, I'm asking for some Autumn/Winter prompts/ideas in my box if you want to request please! Thank you for the support of this fic, and I'll see you all soon!

Wordcount: 2.9K

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

There was just something about Joe that you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. One month since that incident in Paris, and you haven’t seen your team since you fired them. One month since you haven’t heard from Skyler or any of them. The rumors had died down, but it was still out there. You couldn’t seem to escape the paparazzi outside your house whenever you needed to go out and grab something at the store. You couldn’t seem to escape the horrible articles and tweets that everyone would say about you. 

“You should delete those apps.” Joe had suggested on FaceTime one night. “It will just mess with your brain even more.”

Joe had been there for you since Paris. He had been FaceTiming you almost every night even when he was busy filming in London. Even when he finished long hours on set, he still didn’t miss to even just send a text message to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between the two of you. You knew that Joe had said that he wanted to be friends but how come it felt like there was something more? How come it felt like you knew there was something there, but you just weren’t sure if Joe felt the same too. Maybe he really wanted to be just friends. That was all. 

“I have been thinking about what to do with this career.” You told Joe, ignoring the suggestion that he just told you.

“Oh, yeah?” Joe smiled, raising his brow. 

His curly hair was all disheveled. He just woke up, and he had FaceTimed you right away. He was still in his bed, and he looked adorable looking like that in the morning. 

“Whatever you decide, I will support you, especially if it helps you mentally.” Joe added. 

You gave him a warm smile and stared at him for a moment through the screen. Your mind recalled the little scenario that happened the next morning back in Paris last month. You knew you shouldn’t be overthinking it, but what if you were right? What if your emotions weren’t betraying you this time? 

Alex had been calling Joe non-stop all night, but he had ignored it because he knew he was going to get an earful from him after ditching the movie premiere. He could handle that tomorrow morning when he was ready to face Alex. When morning came, Joe had found himself awake early in the morning. The sun was slowly rising, and he found you asleep peacefully next to him. He couldn’t help but stare at you, studying your facial features. 

Your long lashes, the sun reflecting through the window and reflecting through your soft butterfly skin. The way you looked so peaceful when you were asleep. Joe couldn’t help but gently grazed his fingers on your cheek. 

Beautiful. He thought. 

Stirring in your sleep, you carefully fluttered your eyes open and gazed up at Joe, who was looking down at you with a smile. You rubbed the sleep in your eyes as you gave him a sleepy smile.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi.” Joe smiled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 

He has never seen you like this. He kept thinking how you looked so different without the façade that you have put up. He kept thinking how you looked so relaxed and happier without it. 

“I don’t think I have woken up this peaceful in a long time.” You murmured, sitting up on the bed. 

Joe caressed your back softly and smiled, ���As much as I love to stay, I have to go. Alex has been looking for me.”

You nodded your head in understanding as Joe slid himself off the bed. Following right behind him and towards the door, you gently touched his arm, making him pause in his tracks.

“I just want to say thank you for yesterday and for… staying.” You said. 

Joe smiled, brushing a strand of hair and tucking it in behind your ear. “I’m your friend, remember?”

Seeing the twinkle in your eyes, Joe embraced you tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he planted a soft kiss on your temple. Pulling away from the hug, you found your face just inches away from his. His chocolate button eyes staring deeply into yours and suddenly, you could feel something shift between the both of you. 

Joe’s chest was heaving as he breathed heavily, and your heart was racing a million miles per hour. You watched as Joe closed his eyes, his nose gently grazing over yours. Hitching a breath, you carefully

 closed your eyes, your fingers gently running down his cheek.

“Joe…” You whispered.

He didn’t say anything as his lips gently grazed over yours. A soft gasp escaped from you and before you could press your lips against his, you were interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. Smiling softly, you pulled away and cleared your throat. You could see the pink that flushed in Joe’s cheeks as he reached for his phone in his back pocket. 

“They’re looking for you.” You said, looking down on the floor, hiding the blush that was slowly creeping up on your face.

A shy smile tugged on Joe’s lips, “Yeah, I have to go. Call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

You nodded your head and walked him out the door. That was the last time you physically saw Joe. Ever since then, you two have been FaceTiming or texting each other. That moment was never brought up in your conversation, so you told yourself that it was nothing. However, the soft graze of his lips still lingered on your lips, and your mind kept recalling what could have happened if his phone didn’t ring that day. You kept asking yourself if it was just in the moment or maybe, there really was something. 

Shaking out the memories from your mind, you focused your eyes on the road as you drove towards the studio. You had called an important meeting with your team. You felt the knot formed in your stomach as you arrived closer to your destination. You haven’t seen them or haven’t heard from them in a month, and you didn’t know what their reactions would be the moment you would walk into that room. 

But you have made your decision. 

This has been in your mind for a long time now and this time, you were going to go through with it. No more backing out or having second thoughts. This was what you have been wanting. This was what you needed right now. Swallowing all the guilt and different emotions that were caught in your throat, you arrived at the studio with your head held up high. 

For some reason, the thought of Joe was making you braver right now. 

Walking down the hall, you exhaled a sharp breath before entering one of the conference rooms. Inside, your whole team were chatting amongst each other and as soon as you walked in, the whole room turned eerily quiet. All their eyes were on you as you froze by the doorway for a moment. Your eyes studied each of their faces and then, Skyler’s presence at the back of the room caught your eyes. 

She looked disappointed and angry. 

“What’s all this about?” Skyler asked, her voice was cold. 

You could tell she was still pissed over what you pulled back in Paris and usually, you would feel guilty over it but at this moment, you didn’t care about what she felt. Walking towards the front of the room, you could feel everyone’s eyes following you. 

Exhaling another sharp breath, you said, “This isn’t going to take long. Thank you all for coming.”

Your eyes kept studying everyone’s reactions as you continued and said, “First, I want to apologize for how I have been acting this last year or so. I’ve been going through some things, and I lashed it all out on you.”

Everyone in the room was silent, and the only thing that you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest. It was pounding so hard that it was drumming in your ears, and you could barely hear your voice. Taking a deep breath, you looked down on the floor for a moment to collect yourself before holding your head up high in front of everyone. 

“I’m sorry for throwing things at you back in Paris and most certainly, for firing you all in anger. My actions the last couple years have been nothing but horrible, and I’m sorry for that.”

Cameron finally interrupted the eerie silence in the room by clearing his throat. He slowly raised his hand up like he was a student in a classroom, trying not to interrupt the teacher. You shifted your eyes at him and nodded your head, giving him permission to speak.

“So… are we not fired then?” He asked. 

You smiled softly at Cameron’s harmless question. “I wish I could say that but the decision I have made unfortunately requires you all to look for another job.” 

Murmurs filled the room as everyone turned to each other. They all exchanged worried looks as Skyler stepped forward, her eyes only to you. She looked pissed, but you expected that from her already. 

“What are you talking about?” Skyler snapped. 

Your eyes shifted towards her as the room suddenly died down. 

“I’m quitting acting.” You replied. 

Everyone in the room gasped softly as Skyler barked out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. There was a playful smile on her face as she took another step towards you, her eyes glaring at you. 

“You care too much about your career to be quitting acting.” Skyler argued. 

You shook your head, your expression suddenly turned into a soft one. A small smile appeared on your face. 

“No, I don’t.” You answered. “Actually, I haven’t cared about this for a long time. I need to be on my own for a while. Figure out what I want. Get help.”

Skyler scoffed. You could tell she was just done with you, but you have seen that expression on her face for a while now. You knew she only had been tolerating you, and you now realized that she wasn’t a good friend. She never was your friend. At the end of the day, Skyler only cared about herself and her career. 

“I’ve been trying to save your career and what happens then when you decide to come back, hm? We’re not all going to be here just waiting for you.” 

Looking around the room, you were surprised at how calm you were. You were surprised that you weren’t scared at this moment. You didn’t know what was going to happen in the future, and Skyler was right. Not everyone in this room would be just waiting around for you but for some reason, the unknown was making you calm. It was something that made you ecstatic because for the first time, you weren’t told what to do. 

You could do anything you wanted to. 

Turning back to Skyler, you said, “Honestly, Skyler, if I decided to go back, I wouldn’t hire you back.”

You saw the horrified look on Skyler’s face as soon as those words escaped your mouth. She took a small step back, her eyes filled with hurt, disappointed and offended. 

“You will regret this.” Skyler’s voice was almost a whisper. 

Your eyes stared deep into hers. Your eyes were full of hurt and disappointment. 

“No, actually, I regretted the fact that I believed your lies and thought I could trust you.” You retorted back. 

Skyler was silent as soon as you said those words. You saw her swallow all her emotions, her face all flushed as everyone else murmured to each other. Looking back at everyone else, you gave them a small thankful smile.

“Thank you again, and I’m truly sorry for everything.” You said. 

Right before you could walk out the door, you glanced over to Skyler one more time before completely walking out of the room. You let your feet lead you quickly down the hall and out the double doors of the studio, air catching your lungs as soon as you walked out. You breathed deeply, gazing up at the blue sky, the sun beaming down your face. 

You felt freedom greeted you as you closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled the Spring air. You didn’t feel anything but relief as you walked back towards your car. You couldn’t help but smile at yourself. You couldn’t help but feel proud for finally saying what you feel and for finally choosing the happiness that you deserve. 

The freedom that you deserved.

“Oh, c’mon. That’s mad.” Joe shook his head in frustration as he watched one of his shows on the television. 

He had finally found time to do laundry and catch up on his shows. As he was folding his clothes, he shook his head at the sudden revelation on the television. He had been busy filming, and he finally had a couple of days of free time to do the things he needed to do around his place. 

Putting away the last of his clothes in the closet, he glanced towards the window and saw that it was starting to pour again. Sighing, he made his way to the kitchen to make himself some soup. It was supposed to be almost Summer, but the weather in London had been gloomy and rainy. It wasn’t like that wasn't new anymore. He just missed the sun lately. 

His thoughts were interrupted on the sudden knock on his door. Glancing at the clock, Joe knitted his brows and wondered who was knocking at his door at this hour. It was late at night, and it was pouring outside. Making his way to the front door, he swung the door open and found you standing in front of him. 

“Hi.” You gave him a smile.

Your raincoat was soaking wet, and you were holding an umbrella with your luggage next to you. Immediately, Joe grabbed your luggage and pulled you inside before the rain could make you any more wet. His eyes widened, blinking and processing that you were actually here.

“Wh…What are you doing here?” Joe asked, confused and shocked.

“I um…” You cleared your throat, took your raincoat off and hung it by the door. “I quit. I talked to them yesterday.” 

Joe was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that you were standing right in front of him. 

At this hour. 

In this weather. 

“H…How do you feel?” Joe asked.

“Like I could do anything I want without anyone stopping me.” You smiled, running your fingers through your wet hair. 

Joe suppressed a chuckle as he took a step forward to you, his brows still furrowed. 

“And you decided to come to London?” 

Exhaling a sharp breath, you gazed up at him. Yes, you felt relieved and free from the industry that has been bringing you down for the last couple years. Though, there was one more question in your head that still needed to be answered. There was one more thing that you wanted to know before you could finally move forward. 

“Actually…” You looked down at your feet for a moment, a shy smile plastered on your face. “There’s one more thing I actually had to do here in London.”

Joe saw the look in your eyes, and he knew exactly what you were doing here. He knew exactly why you had flown to London and was at his front step at this god awful hour in this god awful weather. Taking a step forward, Joe slid his arm around your waist, his index finger on your chin, lifting up your head. Your eyes caught his brown eyes sparkling as he smiled at you lovingly. 

“Oh? What’s that?” Joe asked, a playful smile tugging on his lips. 

“This.” You murmured before pressing your lips against his. 

Smiling through the kiss, Joe pulled your body against his, his fingers running through your wet hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and letting yourself savor this moment. Parting from the kiss after a few moments, the both of you panted as Joe pressed his forehead against yours. 

You grinned happily and said, “I don’t wanna be just friends.”

Joe grinned widely, setting a hand on your cheek and caressing it softly. 

“Good, because I don’t either.” 

You laughed softly as you pressed your lips against his again. Joe smiled through the kiss as he pulled you close in his arms and curled his fingers on the back of your head, kissing you lovingly and tenderly. You didn’t know what was going to happen next. You knew everything was unknown, and you knew that you eventually had to face the things from your past. 

However, you also knew that Joe would be with you every step of the way. He would be there to accept you and understand you through your lightest and darkest days. 

Parting from the kiss, Joe cupped your face between his hands and kissed your forehead so softly. You knew there were still so many challenges that you both will face but right now, all you wanted was to blissfully enjoy what you and Joe have. 

Just blissfully enjoy this newfound freedom and love that you have. 

The End.

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Kinktober 2024 masterlist~

my official collection of all things Kinktober for this year! requests will be open from now until October 24th, which is one week before Halloween. prompt list and other info can be found at the bottom

posts will be happening every other day or so starting October 1st and days will be added as more requests are sent in. if you want to be tagged in anything please don't hesitate to let me know <3

Day 1: grinding with Jennifer Check x fem reader

Day 2: Monica Geller pegging a male reader

Day 3: John Bender with a gn reader who has a hand kink

Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Day 5: praise kink with the Fourteenth Doctor x gn reader

Day 6: feedism (feeding kink) with Greg House x male reader

Day 7: Gale Weathers pulling a male reader's hair

Day 8: Eleventh Doctor and River Song worshiping and giving all their attention to a gn reader

Day 9: Jennifer Check being straddled by a fem reader

Day 10: James Wilson x transmasc reader having semi-public sex that involves edging/overstimulation

Day 11: handsy makeout session with Clara Oswald x fem reader

Day 12: sex pollen with Steve Harrington x transmasc reader

Day 13: body worship, nipple play, and begging with Anthony Bridgerton x transmasc reader

Day 14: make-up sex, blood play and restraints with Joe Goldberg x fem reader

Day 15: marking kink, praise kink, and oral fixation/face-sitting with Jason Dean x afab reader

Day 16: Gale Weathers corrupting a gn reader

Day 17: Damon Salvatore fingering and praising a transmasc reader

Day 18: Eddie Munson giving oral to a transmasc reader

Day 19: Joe Goldberg x fem reader against the wall sex and praise kink

Day 20: Monica Geller overstimulating and praising a male reader

Day 21: James Wilson x male reader having morning/sleepy sex

Day 22: the Torchwood Five having an orgy with a gn reader

Day 23: threesome with Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and a submissive male reader (including: breeding, frotting, overstimulation, and nipple play)

Day 24: Dhawan! Master gifting a gn reader a special necklace that acts like a vibrator

Day 25: Missy/Gomez! Master using handcuffs and hypnosis on a gn reader

Day 26: James Wilson and Greg House having a threesome with a male intern

Day 27: blood play and knife play with Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x fem reader

Kinktober 2024 info post/prompt list

[d8nielaa]

sodapop asking you to read to him while pony is in windrixville :( he misses his brother and he can't read that well, but you have always been able to comfort him

Authors Note: yess anon omg!! Soda would actually be in a slump..thats so saddddd

Read to me?

Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

Ponyboy had ran away. That was all that you knew. Well, thats all you could get out of Soda. It was bad, Soda had been thrown into this slump, that none of you really knew how to get him out of. He was working himself to the bone, coming back home exhausted every night. Which worried you, because Soda wasn't like that.

He was always so happy, and charming and just very golden retriever energy. So it made you wonder what happened that night, but you didn't bother to ask because you knew that making him rethink it would just make the situation worse.

He had been quiet, really only talking to Darrel, you, Ace, and Two-Bit. Yet nobody could comfort him like you. Nobody could save him, like you.

It was Monday night, about 2 days since Ponyboy had ran away. And Soda, well he wasn't doing so great. You laid in Soda and Ponyboy's bed, which was empty on the nights that you didn't stay over. You were laying in the bed, having heard the door open and slam shut.

You sat up, knowing it was Sodapop. He walked through the door, looking more tired than the night before. You smiled at him sympathetically, patting the empty space next to you. He immediately climbed onto the bed, laying on top of you with a sigh. You gently laced your hand through his greased up hair, his arms wrapping around your waist.

His head was pressed against your chest, which hurt just a little, but you didn't have the heart to tell him.

It was quiet for a moment, the two of you finding peace in the storm. Then, Sodapop glanced on the floor, something catching his interest. It was one of Ponyboy's books, specifically, "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens. You had read the book once, and fairly enjoyed it. But, you didn't think Soda would care much for it.

He moved one of his arms off your waist, grabbing the book from the floor and bringing it closer to him to read the title. He was thinking about the conversation him and Ponyboy had the night before he ran away. Tears slowly began to brim his eyes, but he held them in as he shakily brought the book closer to you, his voice soft yet so emotional.

"Can you-will you read it..for me?" He asked, bringing th book even closer to you, his eyes pleading. You immediately nodded your head, pressing a soft and comforting kiss on his forehead before taking the book from his hands, and opening to the first chapter in the book. Your arms were around him, his head still pressed against your chest as you began to read.

"My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father’s family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister,—Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father’s, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. " (Dickens, 6)

As you continued reading, Soda slowly let the sleepiness get to him. Those two days of barley sleeping out of fear that his brother would return and he would be asleep when he got there. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon enough they fluttered shut.

He laid on top of you, his soft breathing and occasional subconscious squeezes to your hip, letting him know that he was okay. Letting him know that you both, were gonna be okay.

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Authors Note: Hiii everyone!!! So glad to be back! I got my nails done and they're so cutsie, but its hard to type on my laptop with them on 😭. PLEASE KEEP THE REQUEST COMING!!!

much love, dani 🩷

[vegaseatsass]

My Stand-In Episode 9

I have like 10min to ejaculate some emotions before I have to run again so lmfao /types hard and fast I adore that after twisted coercive action after twisted coercive action, Ming almost almost almost had his Kinn moment where he lets Joe go. He came SO close. But he couldn't stick the landing. He's going twisted coercion to the VERY END, BABY!!! And I do think in many ways that's a clue about whether he would have been able to let Joe go when he asked in the first life, before the baseball bat, if Joe hadn't gotten the call from Sol and given Ming a justification for spiralling into delululand. I really do think he was close to hearing Joe then too, and honoring his desperate requests to let go. But "close" means letting him walk across the street and then chasing him, not actually releasing his grip. Ming will always be so very Ming <3

Wut pissed me off throughout this ENTIRE episode but I am trying not to relapse to "the NARRATIVE doesn't UNDERSTAND what it's DOING" reactions to characters with his framing and actually just take what's on the screen in good faith. And what's on the screen is a man who never truly acknowledged his own role in getting Joe killed, doomed to make all the same choices and mistakes all over again. While carrying himself with so much unearned self-righteousness and avuncular "wisdom", augh I hate him but yeah. He thinks what he did wrong in Joe's first life is like not yell at him hard enough to keep him from driving off a cliff. Not push an abused, financially desperate man into further isolation with nary a moment of considering trying to support him or even just giving him companionship for the night while he recovered from being fuckin kidnapped. So yeah, it's not surprising he's consistently making the easy choices, the "it's not REALLY my problem" choices, that put Joe back in Ming's grasp again and again. Like okay thank you as a plot device Wut (yes I am a sick and twisted hypocrite lmao), but fuck you fuck you fuck you as a human being.

However! SOL THIS EPISODE! Oh my god this is why I needed to quickly post! The duality of this character! I made FUN of Ming for thinking that Soljoe as a branded pair was any kind of threat, but episode 9 Sol was like "no actually. Audience shipping is reality if we try hard enough to make it be so." The way the lines are so blurred for him between just desperately desperately wanting to be there for Joe and desperately desperately wanting Joe to see that Ming is the wrong choice and Sol is the right choice, and I have strong doubts about how fully conscious the latter is - he knows he still wants Joe, sure, but I think he sees his (nonexistent, sorry baby) romantic eligibility as an opportunity to get Joe away from Ming. If Joe had a partner who wasn't violent and dangerous, I truly believe Sol would back off while harboring his feelings more quietly. But if Joe is single or with Ming? Sol has to try with everything he's got and cannot see the ways that that compromises his support for Joe.

And yet! EVERY time he called out Wut for facilitating Mingjoe (SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK WUT) I was cheering for him. Helping Joe with (Joe-on-Joe) crimes??? Being his lookout??? The crowd ROARED! And there's something to be said for Joe in the middle of the grieving process for his body and life, and Sol being the one who comes by to accompany him the next morning. Again, it's that duality: he is coming because they have a music video to promote, he is coming because he's giddy about selling them as a branded pair and maybe making Joe see him as a romantic option. But being very frank, I think it matters that Joe had someone who knew what happened and knew he was in the middle of grieving be there at his side that morning. I don't think he struggled to wake up when Ing shook him because he was sleepy. I think he was carrying something a lot heavier than that, and you need community to help you carry that burden. And there's nobody trying to or thinking of offering that for Joe except Sol. For partly selfish reasons, again, that's the juice of the character, that that duality is always present for him, but for ME it still matters as a kind of material support.

Lastly, the little glimpse of Yim being bitter and fucked up about Joe's death, and how that went over Joe's head, because he doesn't expect his CHILDHOOD FRIEND to remember him and grieve him. Delicious little detail.

[monsterswithimagines]

Still don't know my name

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Me: I'm not going to write today! I'm taking a mental health break! Tee Hee!

Also me: *brainrots over this photo, inserts it into existing roleplay and then writes minor smut about it.*

Anyway this is highkey based on my character Anoniem/Adelaide ( @nietbelangrijx ) and @just-joe-goldberg but like. I'm not saying this 100% happened bc like. That feels kinda weird. But I exist to brainrot about creepy stalkers being creepy.

Warning: I guess this is technically a PWP? Porn without plot? Yes.

It would be so easy to touch him - wake him.

He is asleep on his couch. He is in a soft yellow sweater and white sweatpants. You don't think he is wearing underwear underneath. There is a book covering his face and if he woke now, he could not see you.

It would be so easy.

You want to.

You want to reach out and stroke - softly - the place where his sweats bulge. You want to sink to your knees next to the couch and oh no, now you're doing it.

Your hand strokes him and he shifts, but does not wake. If you are careful, you might get him all worked up while he's still asleep. The thought excites you, makes a hot flash shoot through your lower belly.

He is at your mercy, finally. You've waited so long.

He is hardening underneath your palm. It's barely any effort to tug him out of his sweatpants and his cock is warm in your hand, slightly heavy.

He moans when you stroke him, experimentally, skin on skin. He might be awake and any second the book could fall and he would see your face. Game over. Gone would be the mystery.

“Wha–?” His voice is sleepy, deeper than usual, making you feel all sorts of complicated things.

“Shhh,” you tell him. “It's just me. Keep your face covered.”

“You…”

He presses one hand to the book, keeping it in place. He is not always a good boy, but this morning he is and you reward him by swirling your tongue around the head, taking him slowly into your mouth, sucking him down as far as you can.

You have been dreaming about this. Or something like this.

One of his hands, the one not on the book, tangles in your hair and applies just the slightest amount of pressure as you bob your head. You drool and let spit drop from your mouth and you hope you are wet and warm enough. You moan around his dick and Joe, Joe, he twitches, and you love this. You want Joe to cum in your mouth almost as much as you want to say “fuck the mystery”.

You want Joe inside you. Your pussy feels too empty.

“I'm gonna–” Joe warns after no more than a minute and you swallow around him, swallow down everything you can. Some of it drips out of your mouth but that's okay, that's alright.

You cum, stifling your cry against Joe's pillow, and you are not in the living room where Joe is sleeping but on his bed, in his bedroom, tangled in his sheets with your hand down the front of your jeans, fingers wet from where they've been circling your clit.

You sit up slowly and you are panting and you feel stupid. You could have been caught.

But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when you saw Joe like that. Vulnerable. All yours.

“Fuck…” you whisper.

You came here to leave Joe a gift and you make sure to wipe your fingers on the pages. He won't know, when he reads, that you left your need for him in this book, though he might know what you did just from looking at his bed.

Good. Let him.

Next time, you think, it won't be a fantasy. If this game goes on much longer, I'll simply have to bring him a blindfold.

It's far too exciting a thought.

I'll ride him. Make him cum inside me before he even knows my name.

The thought is too much and you have to leave, now, or you might throw the mystery to the wind.

You close the window before you go. He shouldn't have left it open. Any creep could come inside and do whatever they want to him.

And they can't. They're not allowed. Joe's all yours.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Cherry's Favorites

Contains NSFW, blood, dark themes and more, just my personal favorites, many characters and topics

Jim Hopper NSFW headcanons

Guard Dog | Brahms Heelshire

The Stains | Eddie Munson

Fake Plastic Love | Fwb!Eddie Munson

Meet the Munsons | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

This is Wrong | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

Man of the Month | Loki

Spell gone wrong | Loki

Tale as Old as Time | Jotun!Loki

Lokitty

Haunted | Brahms Heelshire

Hellfire Baby | Eddie Munson

Dungeons and (pink) dragons | Hellfire baby part 2

The "yes" policy | Eddie Munson

Affection | Eddie Munson

Loki's Di-Llama

Good Neighbors | Steddie

Clandestine Fucks | Loki

Toy Cars and Princess Tea Parties | Steddie

Three Men, a Little Lady a Baby and Steve | Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn horny blurb

The Witchling and the God | Witch!Reader x Avenger!Loki

As the world burns | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Dusk | Joseph Quinn

Porn | Perv!Stepbro!Eddie Munson

Boobie | Joseph Quinn

Period Sex | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Morning sex | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

More boobies | Joseph Quinn

Save me | Brahms Heelshire

Letters to my (future) love | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summer | Pregnant!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Billy as a father

The boys next door | Steddie x Reader

Breeding kink with Eddie Munson

Goofy Eddie during sex

It happened one night in recess | Omegaverse Eddie Munson x Reader

Steddie x Reader

Eye contact | Steddie x Reader

Like the wind | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Having sex in the school's bathroom | Eddie Munson

Spooning with Eddie

Eddie eats you out from the back any chance he gets

Sex tape | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A new dungeon | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Waiter Eddie

Hopper loves pussy

Best boys (Steve, Eddie and Billy) with pets

I'll bite your dick | Eddie Munson

Get in line | Best boys x Reader

Eddie is strong boi

High sex drive | Joseph Quinn

Somno | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Exhibitionism | Steddie x Reader

Morning, my love | Eddie Munson

Squirting and making a mess with Eddie

Riding Eddie's face

Eddie loves pussy

Falling asleep on him | Joseph Quinn

Fucked up | Drunkstepbro!Eddie x reader

New Year's Eve with Joseph Quinn

Watching You | Modern!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Lose yourself | Eddie Munson x Reader

What is this? | Eddie Munson

Pegging Eddie

Stepbro!Eddie <3

More Stepbro!Eddie <3

Sudden dominance | Joseph Quinn

Dom!Nasty!Eddie

Steve's balls are his weak spot

Stepbro!Steve let's Billy fuck you

Best boys spoil reader

Joseph and pregnant reader

Harringrove x Reader

Eddie can't refuse a dare

Sleepy sex with Joe

Headboard | Eddie Munson

Are you leaving? | Eddie Munson x Reader

Vampire!Eddie

She's got the look | Eddie Munson x Plus size!Reader

In here loser | Steddie x Reader

Sweets | Steddie x Plus Size!Reader

Disfrutando | Brahms Heelshire x Reader

A crying shame | Prince Paul x Fem!Reader

Brahms' mommy kink

Mirror sex with Joseph Quinn

Pregananant reader with Joseph Quinn

Do Ya Wanna Taste It? | Eddie Munson

Inked | Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve

Watch me | Joseph Quinn

Goofy Steve during sex

Babysitting for Steve Harrington

This whole masterlist has a chokehold on me

Steddie getting off thinking about reader

Dinner for Three | Steddie x reader

Gamer!Eddie x AFAB!Reader

Bad Habit | Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Bad idea | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Cute poly Steddie x Reader

Steve's development

[bellewintersroe]

hi i loved part 1 of the morning after,and wondered if you could do a part two including winters,gene,toye and liedgott,and if you want to add any one else feel free,and on another note i feel like liebgott would feel so smug the morning after and lord have mercy i could only imagine toye morning voice,either way thanks for doing my first request xx

thank you for the request! Honestly you’re one of my biggest supporters so I want to thank you for filling my inbox, it always keeps me so motivated and excited to write!! Also I can’t believe I missed out so many of the boys in part 1 wtf?!?!?!?

Anyway, on with the headcanons, this will include some swearing and mentions of sex, but nothing too graphic, it’s mainly just fluff and a bit of flirting :)

Easy Boys the morning after Part 2.

Dick Winters:

Ugh, like Shifty he’s just soooo respectful isn’t he??

I think he’d be quite shy? Like he’d 100% be blushing the day after, and when you wake up and let out a soft groan but cuddle further into his chest omg he’s so soft for you.

he’d run a hand over your back, and when you’re awake enough he’d ask if you wanted a hot drink or something.

Probably gets in the bath with you and you both relax together, maybe you go for a round 2 in there? Idk but for now let’s keep it fluffy, it’s just soooo sweet and gentle and omg he’s so in love with you after.

Eugene Roe:

He’s sooo happy when he wakes up omg he’s smiling immediately remembering what happened the night before.

He really wants a cuddle and he’s feeling cheeky so even tho you’re asleep he’s sneaking a hand under you to pull your sleepy self onto his chest.

pulls the blankets over your naked chest just so you don’t feel exposed or weird when you wake up.

blushes when he sees your skimpy little underwear, like have you never seen a pair of knickers before Eugene? It’s been a really long time for him okay-

Sleepy kisses when you finally wake up.

he’d ask you if you’re okay, and later he’d probably double check he didn’t hurt you or anything?

genuinely cares about you and your comfort so so much, so if you were to go for round 2 he’d insist on pleasuring you, such a gentleman in bed seriously.

afterwards he’d probably do something really cute like wrap you in his army uniform and he can’t decide if it’s the hottest or cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Joe Liebgott:

How did I miss out Lieb in part 1 seriously?

I feel like yes, Lieb probably would have a little smug smile on his face because the sex the night before was realllll good and he’s super impressed and over the moon.

Like Jheeze, how is he with somebody so perfect? Like your all his and he’s super happy.

but then I feel like as soon as you wake up slightly a softness completely melts his heart and all the smugness kinda vanishes.

his eyes go all hazy and he’s shuffling further under the covers with you, running a hand over your bare arm and he’s all like, “hey stranger, you awake now?”

ahhhh he’d bring you in for a gentle cuddle and his real soft side comes out omfg he’s so gentle and I think you’d genuinely see a new side of Liebgott that makes you even more attached to him.

If things got a little rough the night before, he’s double checking you’re okay and making sure he didn’t go too hard or anything.

I think Joe genuinely would feel enchanted by you, like he’s seriously asking if you’ve put some kinda spell on him. Nah, he’s just deep in loveeeeee.

Joe Toye:

Why do I feel like he’d be trying to charm you all over again? Like I agree his raspy morning voice would be soooo sexy omg it’s hard to resist.

I feel like the two of you would be friends? Up until the point of last night (obviously) but you both finally cave into the tension between you both and it’s so good.

like even Joe would wake up with MF butterflies.

it’s all so romantic and sexy omfg- until Luz comes BARGING IN AND WOCOEMMFOEOW.

“Luz get the fuck outta here!!!!” Yeah the moments ruined but… Joe’s still down for cuddles and deffo would ask if you wanted to get breakfast with him?

George Luz:

Speaking of Luz…

I feel the night before would be so fun, like seriously a rollercoaster of emotions- only the good kind.

yeah he’s a massive goofball but he’s a huge softie, I have absolutely 0 doubts. Like he’d be so attentive.

so when you both wake up the next morning he’d be so happy and giggly, maybe even a little shy? Like he’d literally say out loud ‘how did I get so lucky with you, huh?’

would be a master of making you blush.

he’d then point out that you’re blushing and make you even more flustered ahhh.

but nah he just wants to make you smile and loves seeing you happy, especially the morning after, he feels like the two of you have really bonded and I think sex is important for George in fully sealing your relationship.

it would probably be a confidence boost for him as well and 1000% lingers on his mind for days after omfg.

Carwood Lipton:

Ahhhh omg such a handsome man. Waking up next to him would be a dream.

He’d be awake long before you, enjoying to wake up early and make the most of life, especially now he’s got you.

as soon as he sees your awake, he climbs back into bed with you. He’d be so chilled out and gentle, like he wouldn’t wanna embarrass you by bringing up how amazing last night was, so he just keeps it casual but he can’t hide the smile covering his face.

deep down getting laid makes Lip super frickin’ happy, but he’s so respectful, he’d never admit it out loud cos he’s just happy to be with you 😏.

he’s always cautious of squashing or hurting you, so the morning after he’s handing you a bottle of water and I think he’d 100% play with your hair because it’s so soothing.

Lingering, gentle kisses that are a reminder of the night before omg.

his hands remain a little too respectful, so if you want round 2 the morning after, just give his hands a little nudge in whatever direction and he’ll gain the confidence to take charge.

Bill Guarnere:

He’s good in bed and he knows it.

but he’s too mature to be cocky about it, instead he’d like to tease and joke with you about the night before.

he isn’t afraid to bring it up and ask how you enjoyed it??? Like he’s confident but also wants to ensure you’ve thoroughly enjoyed yourself, like it’s important for Bill to know you gained pleasure out of the sex too, if not more than he did!

Would call you his Angel and I swear to god I think he’d love to take the position as your personal slave for the day.

you want a bath running? He’s got it. You want a drink? He’ll bring 5 different ones for you to choose from.

He loves you so much, and no matter how much he’d teases and jokes with you, he’d legit worship the ground you walk on.

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: THE FINAL PART! I've had so much fun with this series and I'm glad you've all loved it. I feel like I've somewhat got the hang of angst finally. Let's gooooo, enjoy and thank you to everyone who's read it 🥰

Summary: You're marrying a man for an easy life, yet you're so in love with your best friend it hurts. What would happen if everything changed drastically between the two of you before you were due to be wed?

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Smut, Angst, Drama, Heartbreak to Happy Ending? Word Count: 3.2k

Taglist: @kayleeelena97 @eddiemunson-mylove @itsfreakingbats @joeschains @choke-me-eddie @creoleguurl @almightywdm @xlilithb @shawnamae87 @mythicalea @aysheashea @chickennug90 @figmentofquinn @sidthedollface2 @tlclick73 @chrissy-mj-stan @evansgal

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4 ✨ Part 5

The next morning was beautiful and pure, you woke up next to the man you loved instead of waking up full of dread to the so called person you were supposed to be marrying. But this was only a temporary fix, you weren't going to be with Joe every night until you'd ended things just as you promised.

The sun seeped through the peak of the curtains, you were wrapped up so securely by the sheets, no clothing, just Joe's arm tightly wrapped around your stomach as a guard.

"Good morning princess." He kissed just by the bottom of your ear, snuggling his face downward into the crook of neck, the butterflies that roamed your stomach were intense and it only got worse by the erection pressed against your side.

"Good morning to you." You tilted your head to try and get Joe into eye view, his sleepy features looked truly amazing from where you were laid.

"I need to get going soon, he'll wonder where I am." You felt Joe's lips press into a thin line, the thought of getting so close to where you so badly needed to be was a penultimate dread of leaving.

"Stay a little longer. Let me show you how much I adore you one last time." Joe whispered, already throwing himself down under the covers, almost as if he was in a rush.

"How can it be one last time when I'm yours forever?" You could almost feel the love radiating from underneath the quilt, his hands came across your thighs like you had a choice in leaving, you didn't. Spreading your legs apart, Joe slid his tongue straight down your slit.

"My forever tastes so good." You'd be lying if that didn't make your clit throb, your lips now spread wide, Joe had tucked in to his breakfast immediately, flickering his tongue over your aching bud, lifting himself slightly he spat on his fingers, edging them towards your entrance. You threw the covers back to be able to get a better look at what he was up to, your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head when two of his thick fingers shoved themselves inside of you, pushing slowly back out and back in, teasing around your hole and then hitting the spongy parts of the inside of your cunt.

"Joe oh my-" You arched your back in the immense pleasure you were undertaking, so much feeling, so much joy and so much love spread across Joe's rampant motion in eating you out the way he did it was almost like entering heaven in the most alluring of ways; nobody had ever taken care of you in the way that he was right now and it seriously showed by the way your heart was racing, not just from the heated moment but from the meaning of it all.

The more you whimpered, the more he'd intensify the way his muscle worked and you could feel that inevitable release ever growing inside your stomach. His fingers worked their magic in gaining that beautiful feeling also, circling around your cunt perfectly and professionally to the point where you had created a rhythm in you moving your hips in time and the more you were so close to screaming to his name and the whole of London practically hearing how good he made you feel.

It didn't take much longer for you to feel the full extent of the orgasm coursing through your body, your hands gripped down on his messy bed curls as you practically suffocated Joe, using him to ride out the wonderful sensation. Joe joined you back face to face not long after you finishing, the most beautiful of kisses erupted between the two of you, your hands wandering all around, feeling each other's skin, caressing each of your bodies like it was something precious.

"You like it when I take care of you like that baby?" Baby. It was the first time he'd called you that, the full definition of love had never been more true until he had uttered that cute little nickname at you, there was something so personal and endearing about it.

"Always." You took him by surprise when you spat against your hand and took it upon yourself to grab a hold of his length, slowly tugging his foreskin back, making him gasp for air.

"Yes, oh fuck just like that." Your saliva helped to set the pace, gliding your hand a little quicker, pre-cum had easily already made it's appearance from when he'd been having his own fun.

"Faster, princess, faster." You began fucking his cock with your fist, rotating your wrist in circular motion to hit all the nerves and sensitive spots along it. Hearing the sweet melodies of Joe's moans erupt from his throat showed you not just what heaven looked like, but what it sounded like also. You'd got him that excited that he didn't last long, his seed filling your hand, seeping in between where you had a hold of, his hand had slithered around the back of your neck, bringing you closer into a more desperate kiss which had all of your senses tingling all over.

"I hate to leave you, but I really have to go." You pushed the reality of the situation a little harder, really not wanting to end the fairy tale scene the two of you had created with a night.

"I understand. I'll miss you princess." The butterflies slowly corroding and the heartbreak setting in of the shit you were to now endure through the pain and pure unsettledness of having to break off the wedding and disappoint your parents in the same breath.

"I'll miss you too." Giving him one last kiss, you went to the bathroom to clean up, put on your clothes from the night before and headed downstairs to leave, but before you did, Joe had caught up behind you in a rush, gripping your arm and pulling you back, you fell slightly but landed in the safety of his front with his arms now tightly wrapped around you.

"I love you, I never knew quite how much until now." He said quietly.

You turned around to face him, the sparkle in his brown eyes seeping through your soul.

"I love you too, Joey." You uttered, reaching to your tip toes to seal a final kiss before you left, walking through the streets of London like a dirty little stop out, reaching your hand out to the nearest taxi rank to get you home quicker.

When you finally arrive home, shutting the door as quiet as a mouse, you remove your shoes and pitter patter through the hallway, hearing rustling coming from the living room, taking a sharp breath, you unexpectedly arrive to a person you were not in the slightest contemplating to be sat on your sofa.

"Um, hi?" you furrow your brow.

"Where have you been?"

"I stayed at my friends and I-"

"Don't play dumb with me, you've been with Joe haven't you? Your friend told me that you were going to find him after you looked violently upset, never mind stupidly drunk, anything could've happened to you, what were you thinking going off like that?"

The sharpened tone had you internally shaking, your friend had slipped up, the only thing left was to white lie and hopefully not forced into telling the truth.

"I went to make up with him, I missed my best friend, we saw each other at the club, had a little argument and I went-"

"And spent the night with him?"

"If you want to put it like that but I-"

"Is there something going on between the two of you that is going to jeopardise and break your poor husband to be's heart?" You stuttered your breath, not wanting to argue the situation but wanting to scream from the rooftops that you were to end things so that you could pursue your happiness and whether they liked it or not, they'd have to get used to it.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want the god damn truth out of you!"

"I love him okay, I've always loved him. Just like he's always loved me. We were just two pair of idiots never ready to threaten our friendship by rejecting the other. I can't marry him, I can't be with someone when I feel devotion for another, I can't stop and I refuse to stop, I refuse to move on when there's something so special between us, something we've craved for so long and it's the right place at the wrong time. Someone's been keeping him in the loop of where I am whilst we haven't been talking, he confessed his love to me through a letter, he made a promise of forever to me. I can't risk losing the love of my life to some pesky marriage that I'm not willing to be a part of, not wanting to remain unhappy and bored for the rest of my days, because that's what I am, I'm-"

"It was me."

"What?!" Your death stare could not have been more imminent but your features faltered when you tried to figure out exactly what they meant.

"Joe know where's you've been because of me." Your mum stood up, sighing in defeat.

"I don't want you to be a carbon copy of me sweetheart, I want you to do what's right for you. Our family has always loved Joe, someone that's always been there for you through everything. I can't expect my daughter to live a life of unhappiness as you said so when you told me the lie of why you had fallen out, I knew all along. I just had to wait for the right time to tell you."

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor, the butterflies you once had were replaced with relief but unexpected nausea.

"You knew? You were in this with Joe? I don't know whether to feel happy or deceived..."

"Just know, I'm rooting for you whatever you decide."

Your mum had only finished her response when you felt a presence from behind you, your mums eyes grew as she chewed her bottom lip.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You turned around to see your fiancé clenching his fists.

"I-I-I-" You stammered.

"Yeah. So what you're cheating on me with your best friend? You love your best friend and you don't want to marry me? What thoughts has this dickhead been putting into your stupid brain? What fucking letter? Is that why I've been trying to find you for the last two hours when you were probably in bed with him?"

"I'm sorry, I can't change my feelings I-"

"You'd better show me where he lives before I find him myself and god knows what I'll do."

"No you won't hurt him."

"I just want to talk." He gritted through his teeth, your mum removing herself from the situation, leaving you as grown adults to talk this out, she clearly felt partly guilty for all of this and didn't want to make it worse for you by speaking out.

Before you could say another word, he'd stampeded out of the door, throwing his feet onto the path, he just knew it would entice you to follow him.

"Please, don't."

"Take me now, we need to talk this out, man to man."

"Promise me you won't hurt him."

He grabbed a hold of your hand, opening the passenger door of his car for you to get into, you made your way over Joe's in the most vile of circumstances. You sat shaking next to him, he didn't bat an eyelid towards you the whole drive there, you uttered the directions in the quietest of tones, scared to death of the lengths he was probably about to go to in front of you to make sure this marriage went ahead.

He got out of the car before you when he pulled up, you'd not even got your finger up to point to the house which he lived in, you moved your way out behind him, screeching as your fiancé tried the door handle, successfully finding it unlocked and pushing the front door open, stomping inside of the house to find a confused Joe peaking his head around the kitchen door frame. Before he could realise who this random guy was that had just entered his home uninvited, Joe was pressed up to the bare wall behind him, your fiancé ragging him by his shoulders in anger. He'd truly took the violent root and you had just caught up to screech his name to stop what he was doing.

Joe pushed him away and a shouting match commenced between the two of them, strangely enough it seemed like Joe had expected something like this and remained in a calm manner even though he was obviously about to get beaten up. Joe clearly and quickly realised that you had at least tried to end things and it didn't go to plan as well as you both imagined it would of.

"First of all, can I help you?" Joe held his hands up to defend himself as your fiancé threw himself back at him, squaring up in his face, the whole situation was deafening to everybody and it felt like you were shouting pure silence and nobody was listening to a word you were saying.

"You can help me by leaving me and her alone, let us be, let us be happy. You've confused her that much she doesn't know what she wants anymore." He shouted straight in Joe's face, spit flying onto his face from the anger he was producing.

"She can't help who she loves." Joe said lowly. That's the moment he swung for Joe. His fist meeting with his cheek, taking Joe down to the floor immediately. Joe went to get back up and just as he did, your eyes swerved to the front door which opened, watching your face and the shouting echoing through the kitchen. Wes stood in a paralysed position, listening to the situation which he quickly put two and two together about, pushing through the door frame and making you fall to the side from his immediate instinct to protect his best friend.

Wes pulled him off of Joe, dragging him down to the floor and hitting him square in the face at least twice. Joe pulled Wes up off of him, keeping him back from basically killing him.

"Don't ever go for my mate like that ever again you hear me?" Your fiancé suddenly cowered that someone else had clearly overpowered him, bringing himself up to hit Wes once more, but Wes blocked it in sudden self defence, you jumped into the middle of them at once, stopping it the way you only knew how.

"Stop, please. I can't take this anymore!" You felt your fiancé grip to the back of your head to pull you away from with holding the fight to continue what he'd started, Joe promptly reaching at your hand to bring you toward him, safely placing you behind him.

"Fuck off and don't show your face here again." Wes warned, his eyes dilated with vexation, a way you'd never seen him before, but kind of loved to see, you always knew he was the defensive type, though it was clear he'd go to the ends of the earth to prevent his friends from getting hurt.

Your fiancé shot a look at you, watching you take a glimpse of him with the most sad eyes you could have ever seen. He looked back to Wes who was ready to give another punch if needed. Joe tilted his head to the door way as a means to tell him to leave in the most silent way possible, you could feel the way his hand held onto you behind him, rubbing his thumb up and down your knuckle, ignoring his evident nose bleed that had been caught from the knock of your fiancé's fist.

You put your foot out to follow him, taking a deep breath before you felt that Joe's hand was not letting go of yours, purely from confusion and want.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"Ending this properly." You sighed.

You let go of Joe's hands and ran to the front door, shouting his name for him to hear as quick as you could.

Your fiancé halted but slowly sauntered up to you, you remained in the same spot, almost scared of him doing something to you when he was in this mood, not that he ever would have gone as far as hitting you but you'd never seen him this angry before so in the moment, you guessed things could happen.

"What now?" He snarled.

You removed your engagement ring from your finger, holding it between your fingers and pushing it to his chest. He caught a grip of it when you let go.

"It's over. It was over before but your actions have made up my mind completely. My parents and I will be over to get my stuff soon and I'll leave my key behind. After that, you won't hear from me again. You won't bother me again and you won't contact me or my family or even Joe again. Ok?"

You could tell he felt beat, every confession and every truth had come out in the open and there was no going back. A weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, something in especially this day and age he would have to accept, like it or lump it.

"So this is it?"

"This is it." You swallowed your nerves back, nodding and turning to walk the other way, not taking a second look as you walked back into the house.

You took yourself back into the kitchen where Wes was nursing a bloody Joe. They both stood up quickly upon your entrance. You felt free, you felt like you had conquered and it made you visually empowered.

You walked over to Wes, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. "Thank you."

He responded well, moving his arms around the top of your back to sway you from side to side, you looked over to Joe who was smiling at you. You stood back, glancing straight back at him. Wes sighted over the two of you, nodding over at Joe he walked out of the room to give you both some space.

"I'm sorry, he insisted he came to talk to you. I didn't expect that to happen. I'm just so glad it's over. I'm sorry about your nose, I'm so sorry about you getting hurt I-"

"Princess." He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead softly.

"Mmhm?" You nestled your face into his chest.

"Nothing matters more to me than what's here now. We're going to make it now no matter what and I'm going to love you until my dying day. Who knows someday maybe we'll get married?" You shot your head back to shoot a chuckle his way.

"Maybe we'll figure that out later, no use for weddings right now."

Joe sniggered. Your happily ever after was here, it had only just begun.

[lyrenminth]

Rainy cozy day

The rain was pouring, you loved rain. Watching it through the windows and start thinking about your life and how far you have come. It made you feel a lot: happiness, nostalgia, sadness.

"What are you looking at?" Joe appeared on the living room using your matching pijamas. It was a colorful design.

"I'm thinking about life" you answered.

"Oh, gotcha" he stopped for a second "you don't regret to marry me, do you?"

"Of course not, Joe"

"Then come and watch a movie with me"

You noticed Joe was worried about you. You had a rough pass moving to Cincy and starting a new life, a public life. Many times you felt lonely and depressed, and he would listen to you and try to made you feel comfortable and at home. He invited your family for a week at the house as a surprise. "Joe pay for everything, he even gave us gift cards, and bought a dozen of beers for your dad, the good ones" your mom said, excited. You were even more excited to have them there. It was a greet week and a sweet gesture of him.

And sometimes, in the middle of public events, he would squeeze your hand, gently to let you know he was there. He would look at you and gave you a quick and reassuring smile. Sometimes friends would make fun of him, but they let you know they were glad you found each other.

"What movie?"

"A cool one"

You moved from the window and went to cuddle on the couch. He put an arm around you, and you lay down your head on his chest, using him as a pillow. He opened the streaming site and select the movie. It was a Christopher Nolan's movie. You watched the movie for the first couple of minutes, and then your eyes fell shut. The sound of the rain, the Joe's warm body and his fingers running through your hair knocked you out. You felt so secure again.

"Baby, wake up. Baby" he called you. You opened your eyes just to meet his. "What happened?" you asked, still sleepy. "You fell asleep, the movie is over"

"Really? It must be a bad movie, then" you said, rubbing your eyes, he snorted. "Are you hungry?" He asked, pulling his phone out. "Mmmm, yes"

"What do you want?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

"I'm dying for some sushi" he nodded in agreement. "Sushi will be"

You looked at the windows, the rain stopped. You sighed, stretching a little bit. "Hey, what's wrong?" Joe questioned, touching your face. "Are you ok, bae?"

"Nothing wrong, it just...the rain...i love this. I love you" you said, pouring your heart.

"Aw" he leaned to kiss your forehead. You knew how hard it was for him to be verbal, so you just hugh him, his perfume calming you down.

[godshivered]

so the discord girlies were telling me to post this… here’s a lil love confession thought/fic, based on an idea from @fat-fem-and-asian about barbara having a Christmas Carol-esque dream about the life she could have had with melissa…

so melissa’s sleepy and rolls out of bed to answer the door and barbara’s just in a state.

“geez, barb, it’s barely light out, what are-“

“i need to talk to you.”

“i- okay, yeah. come in, let me make some coffee or something-“

“melissa,” and barbara grabs her hand before she can turn around. it’s cold outside and melissa wants to drag her into the house but barbara’s afraid to enter, afraid she’ll be turned down and have to open that door and leave again. stays just outside the boundary, blames her shaking on the breeze.

“is everything okay? what’s wrong?”

barbara parts her lips, gaze stumbling over melissa and trying to get her bearings, still sleep-addled and blinking through flashes of raising the girls with melissa — of christmases and halloweens and sparkler summers and easter egg hunts — of late night leftovers and kitchen bickering and back porch wine nights and a bedroom that’s just theirs, no one else’s — of falling asleep in melissa’s arms, in her lap, against her neck, and waking up still there. she sees her missing life flashing before her eyes and she just wants the rest of it so badly that shes petrified. she can barely speak.

and melissa’s worried, takes both of barbara’s hands and tries to tug her into the house. “babe, you’re freezing. did something happen?”

“none of it happened,” barbara breathes in a daze, staring down at melissa’s hands — gripping them tighter.

“you’re scaring me; please talk-“

“melissa, i’m in love,” barbara starts, then her breath hitches between the words — she swallows, looking up into melissa’s eyes. her lip trembles, and she tries again. “i’m in love, with you.”

and melissa doesn’t believe what she’s hearing, because it’s always been a bit off the table — it’s been flirtation, maybe playful touching, playful kissing — maybe a couple wine-drunk kisses that went too long when joe was breaking her heart or gerald was breaking barbara’s spirit, but now they’re here with nothing in between, and she’s saying love, she’s stamping that word to melissa and it doesn’t compute, it isn’t allowed, it isn’t for her-

“what does that…” melissa bites her cheek hard to keep from crying or breathing or showing any emotion yet, “mean, what does- what do you want me to-“

“you, melissa, i’m- let me finish, just let me…” barbara looks melissa over, trying to collect herself, trying to take in this moment. to breathe in it. to know what she wants to say, and throw out all the other things she doesn’t. “i want you.”

“can you just come inside?”

“i want to be with you,” barbara continues anyway, breathless. “there’s nothing else; just you. i’m in love with you.”

“please come inside,” and melissa’s sniffling now, probably from the cold, and barbara shakes her head, squeezes melissa’s hands-

“and i know it’s been so long-“

“barbara, please just-“

“-and you’ve waited too long, i’ve made you wait so-“

“barb, god, just come here,” and barbara finally hears the tears in her voice, and surrenders to the pull of melissa’s hands, and sinks into a tight embrace — melissa dragging barbara into her home and collapsing against her neck, tears against her shirt and early morning hair all ruffled in barbara’s face, and barbara’s heart is pounding against melissa’s chest…

and it’s quiet for a moment, just melissa’s silent sobbing chest and barbara’s tears tracking down along her ears. and she screws her eyes shut and waits as long as she can.

“melissa, say something.” you’re scaring me.

that’s when melissa inhales a huge breath, and draws back with flushed cheeks and glossy eyes and just takes barbara’s face in her hands and looks intently in her eyes, and asks lowly, “are you sure?”

barbara wants to laugh in her sweet little face. “am i sure? honey.”

“because i am so-” melissa almost laughs too, but it’s deeper in her throat, “so miserably in love with you. you know that.”

barbara’s eyebrows arch. “do i?”

“don’t you? fuck, barbara-“

and that’s all she needs — melissa drags her by the jawline, pulls her into a kiss that’s so full of mess and tears and clumsy height adjustment and cold tile and warm breaths and the door creaking to a soft shut behind barbara — and it’s like that deja vu when you walk into real life and it’s just like your dreams. she kisses melissa and for the first time, it feels just like her dreams.