#Joe Quinn fanfiction

[icallhimjoey]

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♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot

Author’s note: this sort of came about after taking small little bits from several requests that i combined and then shaped into what i wanted for myself, and for a minute, i thought 'what if i don't make this one extremely self-indulgent for once' but then... why the fuck wouldn't i? so...

Wordcount: 2.7K

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

One of those days.

You weren’t going to wait until you got home to ask Joe what pizza toppings he wanted. Not today. So you texted,

“peperoni or chicken?”

And it took just a few seconds for Joe to open Whatsapp and to reply.

“those my only two options?”

You didn’t have the mental capacity to even think of any other pizza toppings, let alone get into some banter over text with your flatmate.

“joe”

There were a million ways for Joe to have read that, to have interpreted that. Yet, he got the tone of it just right.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of it”

No playing. Just quick solutions to problems of which Joe didn’t even really know what they were yet. Then another text from him followed, asking you the question you’d just sent him.

“peperoni or chicken?”

“chicken”

You remembered exactly when this pizza tradition started. Could pinpoint the exact date, time, and place.

“no i was wrong.” “peperoni”

The first time you and Joe shared a pizza as new flatmates, was when you’d gotten home one morning, still very obviously in the outfit you’d left in the night before. Joe had been cooking up some breakfast in the kitchen and had his jokes ready, already grinning to himself when he hadn’t even seen you yet.

“Well, well, well,” he called over his shoulder as you took a moment by the front door to just... breathe. You would’ve tried gathering yourself, but there wasn’t much to gather.

“I know you said the plan was to go out and celebrate Friday, but you didn’t mention anything about Saturday morning,” you could hear the joy in Joe’s voice, all chipper and lively. He’d very clearly had a great night’s sleep, unlike you.

Joe heard footsteps, and when they stopped in the doorway, he turned his head to look. Spatula still in hand, eggs just about ready in the pan in front of him.

“Look at what the cat’s drag–...” the comment died on his tongue. “Jesus, are you all right?”

Joe had expected a tired, sloppy girl to have walked in. One with messy hair, eye make-up all smudged and sort of drunk a little, still.

He’d been right.

That was exactly what he was looking at, which should objectively be funny. Hence the smile that still lingered on his face as his brow slowly furrowed in confusion.

“You look like the inside of a shoe,”

Joe tried his hand at humour, but it fell completely flat.

What he hadn’t anticipated, was for his flatmate to look quite so sad in reaction to his comments. So very drained of life. You’d obviously been crying and looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks.

For a moment you just stood in that doorway, looked a little dazed because, um, why were you going into your shared living space again?

You needed your bed.

Without answering Joe, and without even really acknowledging him at all, you took a shuddering breath and slowly turned back around, only to ignore Joe’s question and disappear into the hallway.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Joe quickly turned the hob off and rounded the island to go after you. He was too late though, stepping into the hallway just as your bedroom door closed behind you. The immediate guilt that followed his poking-fun carried him over to stand in front of it, just enough self-restraint left to not just open your door and walk in right after you.

You didn’t seem like you needed to be pissed off any more than you already were.

From just outside of your bedroom door, you heard a very faint knock, followed by Joe’s voice, asking if you were all right once more.

“Did– did something happen? What’s going on?”

All you managed to do was sigh, just loud enough for Joe to catch it.

“What happened?”

But you didn’t want to get into it.

“Do you– hey,” Joe called your name, waited for a second, in case you wanted to answer him, but then when you didn’t, he followed it up with, “Do you want some breakfast?”

And honestly, breakfast sounded nice. But so did burying yourself into your duvet for a few days, where no one would try to look you in the eye, and where no one would try to make you talk. Were you going to listen to your rumbling stomach that wanted some food, or to the rest of your body that just wanted to be horizontal?

“Some scrambled eggs? Piece of toast?” 

You milled it over in your mind.

“Or, I could make you something else? You want some yoghurt? With some berries in?”

Joe tried. Was actively trying. But it didn’t seem to work, just didn’t seem to do the trick. It stayed silent on your side of the door.

“Some pizza?”

And it was meant as a careful joke. A hopeful small little thing to at least lift the mood, if nothing else. If you were even still listening to him at all, that was.

He was about to tell you that he’d be in the kitchen if you needed anything, that you could just let him know. No worries if not. But then he heard rustling. Stumbling footsteps, followed by your bedroom door slowly opening.

“Hey,” Joe cocked his head to the side at the sight of you, his eyes all soft, forehead crinkled with worry. “I’m sorry.”

You looked right past him.

“What... what kind of pizza?”

You focused on the important things instead. Didn’t really care to acknowledge Joe’s apology.

“Well,” Joe tried to hide his smile as he looked down at his feet before stepping aside and holding an arm out, inviting you to walk ahead of him, making your way back into the living area. “I think there’s a few to choose from in the freezer.”

You’d shared a pizza that morning, you sat at one of the stools of the kitchen island, and Joe stood on the side. He hadn’t asked you any questions then, but instead had just tried his hand at light conversation until suddenly, halfway through a slice, you’d started sobbing.

And it wasn’t like you and Joe had never hugged before.

But you’d never been hugged by him like that before.

Where Joe instantly dropped his food and stepped closer to fold arms around you. Where Joe got an arm around your head to press your face into his chest whilst the other curled down around your shoulders that pressed your chest into his stomach. Where he decided he wasn’t going to be the one to pull back first, and so you’d just embraced like that for over half an hour.

He hadn’t asked you any questions.

Not when you cried.

Not when you’d stuttered through breaths as you tried to recollect yourself after.

Not when you eventually pulled back and reached for another bite of now-cold pizza.

Not when you then silently frowned at the hardened cheese and softly sighed to yourself.

Not when you did eventually retreat back into your room but came out just a minute later and asked if Joe had any plans that day.

Even if he did have plans, Joe knew that he’d cancel them all for you.

“Want to rot on the sofa with me? Watch films all day?”

And you hadn’t meant to fall asleep all sagged into his side then, but you had. And Joe had played with the ends of your hair until the warmth and comfort had pulled him into a nap as well.

You’d never talked about what had happened then, why you had been so sad, because you didn’t need to. It was nice that Joe hadn’t asked for you to explain why you’d cried, and instead had just comforted you until you managed to smile for him again.

Joe thought that maybe, if you wanted to tell him, one day you would. But he didn’t need to know why his flatmate was sad when she was. He was happy just being there to help and fix it.

And now, here you were. Two flatmates who shared a tradition of having pizza and watching a film when you’d had a bad day.

And today had just been... long. Hard. Frustrating. You didn’t want to get into all the things that had nearly pushed you over the edge, and you were glad that you didn’t need to.

Joe didn’t ask questions. Never did.

Just went to get you the peperoni pizza you’d asked for.

Would cuddle you on the sofa all night if that was what you wanted.

It was what he wanted, anyway.

He was well aware that none of that was normal though.

You were flatmates.

If Joe referred to you in conversation with a friend, with a family member, or even with a stranger, you were his flatmate. The girl that he shared the living area of his flat with. The pantry, the fridge and the freezer. The coat closet by the door. A letterbox downstairs by the entrance.

Flatmates.

But if someone were to ask you if you and your flatmate were friends too, you’d tell them yes of course. You shared dinner more often than not. If you had friends ‘round, Joe would hang out too. And vice versa.

Normal.

Just normal friendly flatmates that also knew each other’s parents by their first names, but you know, those things sort of just came with sharing a living space together, right?

And no one ever really thought there was more to you and Joe, anyway.

Why would they even assume?

You dated other people. Went on regular dates with different men. Other guys. Would even sometimes sit and watch a film with someone, and Joe would join you for a little while. Have casual conversation with whoever you’d invited over.

Normal.

What wasn’t so normal was that the second it would just be you and Joe, you wouldn’t hesitate to touch if you wanted to touch. Wouldn’t hesitate to find him, wherever he’d be, and sling your arms around his stomach from behind, just to hold him for a minute. Would wait to get comfortable on the sofa until Joe would join you there and you’d wait for his arm to find its way around you before you’d settle in.

You never talked about it.

It was just what it was like. You were close. The affection was just a natural thing between the two of you. It didn’t need any words. Any explaining.

But Joe knew you both understood that this could be interpreted very differently through other people’s eyes.

It’s why you kept referring to each other as flatmates, and why you weren’t like that in front of other people.

Which was fine.

You lived together.

There was plenty of time without other people there.

When you walked into your flat that evening, the promise of a shared peperoni pizza combined with the contrasting warmth that immediately made you feel uncomfortably hot in your coat, was nearly enough to bring you to tears.

“Joe?”

“Hey, bad news,”

Oh no.

Joe appeared at the other end of the hallway.

“They didn’t have any Sprite left, so I got you a Fanta.”

You let your shoulders drop and let your head fall to the side in relief. That was hardly bad news. You didn’t love Fanta, but the bad news revealed Joe had gone out to get a pizza instead of throwing a frozen one into the oven.

“Fanta’s fine.” You smiled. Joe easily copied it.

“Good, okay. Now,” Joe continued, suddenly his face all serious again as you took your coat off and toed your shoes off. “I know that last time, I got to pick a film, so technically it is your turn... but, I’ve already chosen something to watch, and I did go out to get us the largest peperoni pizza London has to offer, so...”

You stilled and gave an exaggerated sigh, all mock frustration, because you honestly didn’t give a shit. If anything, it was nice that Joe had made the choice for you, seeing as you didn’t really have the mental capacity for any decisions right now. If it had been left up to you, you’d hav been scrolling through Netflix for at least half an hour until settling just to watch some celebrity panel shows on Channel 4.

“No sprite and I don’t get to choose the film?”

“I’m sorry,” Joe was trying stupidly hard to hide a smile.

You blinked at him a second.

“You’re not sorry.”

“No I’m not. You made me go out and it’s fucking freezing outside today.”

You made your way over to your bedroom to get changed, and just before disappearing, you said, “Cool way of letting me know you’ve not left the flat all day.”

Like Joe’s hair hadn’t told you as much already.

You wished your job would let you work from home too. Although, with Joe spending weird stretches of time just sitting around and reading, you didn’t think you’d get much work done. Would probably be a bit weird if you logged onto a zoom meeting from your spot on the sofa, half of Joe in frame.

“I did leave the flat! I just said!” Joe argued, leaving you to get into a more comfortable outfit.

You grinned to yourself.

Joe was an idiot.

In an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of joggers, you joined Joe in the living room where you found a large pizza box on the coffee table, two cans of Sprite next to it.

Sprite.

“Surprise.”

Joe had lied.

Then you looked at the TV screen, paused at the title of the film Joe’d chosen and, fuck all the way off, did he want you to cry?

“I know it’s not your genre...”

It was. It absolutely was. It wasn’t Joe’s genre, though. “But I promise you’ll like it.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to hook an elbow to his jaw or squeeze your nails into his cheeks, but you needed to do something to get this surge of emotion out.

You opted for swearing at him instead of physical violence.

“I fucking hate you so much right now,”

“Yea?” Joe sat down, pressing play on the remote and reaching for the throw blanket. “Come hate me over here.”

And so you did.

Sat down next to Joe, thigh to thigh, and let him sort the blanket so it covered the both of you before leaning over to grab the pizza box.

The heat coming from the pizza quickly found your legs through the blanket and through your joggers. It was a stark comparison to how cold your fingers still felt from your trek home.

You rubbed them together as Joe opened the pizza box and, shit, that looked good.

“You cold?”

“Just my fingers,” you replied, already putting both hands to use, ripping the pieces of crust that hadn’t been cut properly and lifting a slice out of the box.

Joe did the same, and then when he saw one of your hands lower down, he was quick to grab it, encasing your cold fingers into his large palm.

The act of being upset with him for being nice faltered, and you smiled at Joe as he smugly grinned whilst he chewed.

See, had someone else been there with you, you’d have gotten comments. If not jokes, at least you knew you would’ve gotten some judging looks. Some questions later, about what was going on between the two of you?

Nothing was going on between the two of you.

Just warm cuddles and comforting touches, which was fine when it was just you and Joe.

So what if Joe held your hand whilst you ate pizza and watched a romantic comedy together?

So what if a piece of peperoni was about to slide and fall to your chest, but Joe saw and got it just in time, and you thought he was going to pop it into his own mouth, but then instead he held it up in front of you and waited till you ate it from his fingers?

So what if, after finishing the pizza, Joe planted his feet on the coffee table and pulled you into his side a little? Grabbed your arm to lay over his stomach? Ended up with both arms slung around, his own fingers locking on your back to keep you in place whilst you watched actors older than the both of you act as if they were in their early twenties still?

Life was just more comfortable when it was filled with good snuggles, you and Joe both agreed.

But you never talked about it.

You were just close.

No questions asked.

Flatmates. Friends. Just, close.

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[madelynraemunson]

Player Zero (mini series)

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴛᴀQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ — ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴ — ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ (ᴠʀ) ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱ ᴠᴇɢᴀꜱ ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ.

pairing: eddie munson x reader x joseph quinn

disclaimers: 18+, psychological thriller, blood, violence, sexual themes, reader interacts with the st characters, eddie falls for reader who goes by “zero/000, player zero”, reader’s gender identity isn’t specified but does have a vagina, unintentional plot divergence, upside down exists, vecna/001/henry exists, everything is basically canon until reader shows up… 😳, joseph quinn cameo at the end

LEVEL 001 🔐 | LEVEL 002 🔐 | LEVEL 003 🔐 | EPILOGUE 🔐

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[filthyjoetini]

Stumblin' In

a/n: Hello loves! I'm back! And this time I've pre written 3/4 of a story...who is she?! I don't know her. Soooo...this little story will have four parts and is (very) loosely based on something that happened in Venice when I saw Joe...(still not over it tbh...heh). Thank you to my warrior editor and influence for this story @barfightzanddiscolightz. <3

warnings: none

wordcount: 1.9k (she's short)

part 2 - part 3 - part 4

You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust your eyes to the brightness that suddenly overtook the previously dimly lit screening room of the cinema you were sitting in. Your brain just wasn't made for such quick changes, especially while it was still processing what had just happened on screen. The film you had chosen to watch was one of those arthouse indie productions that attracts all kinds of people from all walks of life.

Slowly you pushed yourself out of the plush seat and stretched your arms over your head. Your ever-weary limbs and joints popped, and you feared that one of the at least 50 other people in the room had heard it. 

Taking your time, you picked up your trusty leather jacket, which had once belonged to your father, and pulled it on. You shoved your hands into its pockets to retrieve your mobile phone. As you checked your unread messages, your eyes moved from the screen to your Dr. Martens-clad feet. You had undone the laces, wanting to be as comfortable as possible. Shrugging, you began to walk down the aisle, the laces whipping your jeans-covered calves, shins, and other seats along the way. You told yourself you would tie them once you had reached the atrium.

With your face almost buried in the screen of your phone, you stepped to the top of the stairs and began your descent. Not even three steps down, you stumbled over your now tangled shoelaces and instantly lost your footing. With a small yelp, you practically flew down the stairs, right into the back of someone's legs. The abrupt stop sent your phone flying down the hallway and past the curtain, as your head snapped back, slamming into the steps. The impact made your breath catch in your lungs and you let out a small whimper.

"Oh my God! Are you alright?"

With blurred vision and eyes refusing to cooperate, you tried to make out who was speaking to you. You knew it was a man from the voice, but his features were a mystery in the blur. Your eyes not working the way you wanted them to made you let out a frustrated sigh. You began slowly blinking your eyes, hoping for a clearer perspective, before giving up and closing them completely.

"Hey! No! Open your eyes!"

You sluggishly opened them again, your vision still as blurred as before. Lifting your arm, you tried to touch the man hovering above you. The movement sent a jolting pain through your arm, up your neck, and into the back of your head.

"Ouch.", you hissed.

"'Yeah, ouch.”, replied the still blurry man. "Please focus on me, can you do that for me?"

 "Yep.", you lied. You couldn't focus on shit, because in addition to your blurred vision, your head was throbbing like you'd been hit by a freight train.

"Okay. Cool. You hit your head pretty hard. Can you move your legs?"

You made slow, jerky movements with your legs, wiggling your toes in your boots, not realising he couldn't see them.

"Okay. They work. Good! That means, no spinal injury.”, the man said, obviously relieved. "I'm going to move you now, is that alright?"

You nodded and immediately regretted it. Your head hurt like hell. How could a carpeted step hurt so much?

Warm hands slowly pushed under your arms and knees and then suddenly, but slowly, strong arms lifted you up and close to an even warmer body. As gentle as he was, the movement of your body was still very uncomfortable and made you whimper again.

"I know. I'm sorry.”, the man who was now walking spoke softly. As you both passed through the curtain into the even brighter hallway, you turned your head towards the man's chest to avoid the glaring overhead lights. You pressed your face into the fabric of his top and inhaled deeply. He smelled damn good.

"...is there a room I can take her to? She hit her head on the stairs when she fell. Also, could you call the A&E, I think she has a concussion."

"Sure, follow me please.”, a new feminine voice said and then there was a static crackle. "Henry, can you please call A&E, we have an injured woman with a suspected concussion."

"Copy. A&E is being called.”, came back Henry's very staticky voice over what you assumed was a walkie-talkie.

A few moments later you heard a door open and were carried very carefully into a small, office-like room.

"You can put her on the sofa. The paramedics will be here any minute."

Gently you were lowered onto the sofa. Gone were the strong arms and the warmth, and you began to shiver. Your eyes slowly began to focus, and you could finally see, though still blurred, the man who had been helping you. He was tall and handsome. His dark blonde hair was curly, and his face had a very patchy five o'clock shadow. But the most striking thing about his face was his huge, baby cow eyes, which were currently wearing a worried expression. Your gaze moved slowly down his body. He was wearing brown trousers with black loafers and a beige cable-knit jumper, topped off with a very expensive looking black trench coat. Visually, he was the exact opposite of you. You had opted for your usual all-black autumn outfit.

With a small but noticeable smile, you closed your eyes for a second and another shiver ran through your body. Unexpectedly, you were suddenly covered by a blanket. Slowly you opened your eyes to see that it wasn't a blanket, but the man's trench coat.

"Thank you...", you whispered. You were surprised at how weak your voice sounded, but the drowsiness that was slowly creeping up on you made it difficult to speak. Your eyes closed again.

"You're welcome...hey! No! Don't fall asleep!"

"But I'm so sleepy."

"I know, but you can't."

The man's voice was very close now, and as you felt hands cupping your face, your eyes shot open again. You looked up at him with wide eyes, he was kneeling beside the sofa and his own eyes held yours in an equally steady gaze.

“You literally can’t fall asleep because you took quite the tumble there, Humpty Dumpty and I’m 99 percent sure you incurred a concussion.”, he explained with a grin. "Besides, you keep moving your head when you should be holding it still. If I have to hold your face to keep you awake and mostly still, I will gladly continue holding it."

You didn't respond to him. You just kept staring at him and he had the audacity to just stare back at you with his big, wet, brown puppy dog eyes. 

A few moments later there was a knock on the door and two paramedics with a stretcher made their way inside.

"Hello there! You must be our patient.”, one of the paramedics said as he made his way over to you. He then looked down at Mr. Baby-Cow-Puppy-Eyes and spoke again. "Sir, may I ask you to move so we can examine her?"

"Uh... sure.”, he replied, taking his hands off your face, slowly rising to his feet. You groaned weakly as his fingers lightly brushed your jaw and he let out a soft snort before turning to the medic. "I was just trying to keep her awake. She fell down the stairs and hit her head on one of the bottom steps."

"Thank you.”, the second paramedic said, moving in to examine your head and neck. Your rescuer stepped back and moved to the corner of the room with his arms crossed over his chest to wait. He was still in your line of sight, so you looked at him occasionally to make sure he was still there, and every time you did, he smiled sweetly at you.

"Ooookay.", the second paramedic said as soon as she concluded her examination. "You have a mild to moderate concussion and swelling on the back of your head. We need to take you to the hospital for a 24-hour observation."

You frowned at her, and she smiled sympathetically. "Do you want your boyfriend to come with us?"

"Who?" you asked, a confused expression on your face.

"Him.”, she said, pointing to the corner where your knight in a cable-knit jumper was standing.

"I'm not her boyfriend. I'm the one she collided with.”, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Alright, I'll take that as a no.”, the paramedic grinned at him and then down at you. "Are you ready to be hoisted onto the stretcher?" 

"Um...", you started, then suddenly panicked as you softly patted your jacket and jeans pockets. Your mobile phone - you didn't have it on you. "Wait! My phone! It must have slipped out of my hand or pockets when I went all humanoid egg earlier..."

Your reference to the handsome man's earlier statement made him burst out into laughter.

"She hasn't lost her sense of humour. Good.”, the first paramedic said with a chuckle, and began to lift you up by your feet, while the other paramedic assisted him by simultaneously lifting you up by your torso. The coat that still covered you was about to slip off your body if you hadn't grabbed it as if it were your lifeline. In a way it was your lifeline, for you were still cold, and the weight of the fabric did an excellent job of keeping you warm.

"I'll go look for it. Just give me a second.”, expensive trench coat guy announced, and quickly slipped out of the room.

Not even five minutes later he returned, waving your mobile phone in the air.

"Here you go.”, he smiled, handing you the phone but not letting go of it. "Please keep me informed about your condition." Just as he started to remove his hand from your phone, he added: "And you can keep my coat for now, but I want it back at some point."

"OK. I will, and you'll get it back... at some point.”, you promised, as the two paramedics wheeled you out of the small room. Halfway down the hallway you suddenly realised that you didn't have his contact details. How were you going to let him know how you were?

"Wait! Stop!", you shouted, making yourself jump more than the two people you were addressing. "Can you please turn around?"

"All right, but just for a second. We really need to get you to the hospital.”, the male paramedic explained impatiently, and they both turned the stretcher around and were about to push you back when you saw him standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall.

"I don't have your number!", you called, waving your mobile.

"Check your contacts.”, he urged with a wink, before pushing himself away from the wall and walking the other way. "Keep me updated!"

"I will!"

The two paramedics turned the stretcher around again and began to push it hastily towards the cinema's delivery entrance where the ambulance was parked. All the while, you unlocked your phone to see if he had really left you his number. He had to have. How else would he get his coat back?

Quickly, you opened your contacts app and there it was: a new entry.

Next to the emoji with the bandage on its head was his name:

Joe.

Grinning to yourself, you locked your phone and put it to your chest as the ambulance sped off to the hospital...

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Afterglow - Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader

Hi

This is my first Joe Quinn fic. Please take it easy on me

I just want to say thank you to @icallhimjoey, @ghostinthebackofyourhead, and @mybffjoe for the encouraging words and advice. I love you guys

Based off the song Afterglow by Ed Sheeran

This is an RPF so please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable

Word count: 2k

Joe felt a gentle pressure running along the bridge of his nose in light strokes, the soft touch beginning to wake him up. He let out a tired hum while his eyes started to crack open, vision blurry as they tried to adjust from his heavy slumber. The first thing he saw was your silhouette sitting in front of him as his eyes began to focus, your shape and features getting clearer in just a few seconds before everything sharpened and he was looking at you clearly now. 

A lazy, tired smile was placed on Joe’s lips briefly as he took the sight of you in. You were in one of his shirts, hanging off one of your shoulders where he could see your soft skin that he wanted to bite into but was too tired to actually do anything about it just yet. Joe loved you in his clothes. Behind you, the curtains to the window were open, and you were blocking the harsh shine of the sun from his eyes, causing a halo effect to dance off your hair in a way that made his heart nearly leap to his throat and feel as if time had stood still.

You were so goddamn beautiful.

“Good morning,” you greeted warmly, softly, your fingers leaving Joe’s nose to caress his cheek and your thumb now running along his cheekbone.

That seemed to make the world turn once again, bringing Joe out of his daze and he was suddenly not too tired anymore. He turned his head to quickly place a chaste kiss into your palm before he suddenly took hold of your wrist and pulled you to him, making you giggle as you tumbled into his chest while he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer. Brushing his lips against yours, he mumbled a raspy, sleep-filled “Morning” before capturing your lips in a kiss, humming from the taste of coffee you’d been sipping on moments ago.

“I made you coffee,” you tried to get out, but Joe was making it quite difficult to speak with the way his lips tried to meld themselves to your own while he breathed you in through his nose.

“It can wait,” he breathed out between kisses, pulling you closer to him before he was rolling the two of you over so you were now under him, your head pressed against your pillow. It made a delightfully surprised noise escape you into the kiss, causing Joe’s lips to quirk up in a playful grin while trailing hot kisses down your jaw to your neck.

A content sigh fell from your lips at the feeling, a hand finding its way into Joe’s curly hair and scraping your nails lightly into his scalp. It sent a shiver down his spine and a small groan to leave him and vibrate into your warm skin. 

“It’ll get cold.” But you were taking Joe’s face into your hands and bringing his soft lips back to yours and kissing him with just as much love and urgency as he was giving you.

“That’s okay,” Joe assured you, softly nipping at your bottom lip. “You like cold coffee anyway.”

You hummed in agreement, but still tried to insist, “Yeah, but you hate-”

“Just need to kiss you for a little longer.” It was breathy and needy and so damn hot. His hand, the one that wasn’t cupping your neck while his thumb drew back and forth along your jawline, slid down your side before firmly taking a hold of your thigh and hooking it up and around his hip. It gave him room to press his hips deliciously into yours and caused you to moan into the kiss that Joe happily swallowed before he was letting out a huff of hot air against your lips when he did it again.

And you met Joe’s hips every time, starting slow and lazy but becoming more steady and desperate with each roll. “T-This,” you let out a small whine from the friction. “This doesn’t feel like just kissing, Joey.” But you weren’t complaining. Far from it, actually.

“Promise it’s just kissing,” Joe mumbled an assurance into your lips, stilling his hips but keeping them pressed to yours before leaning his head back, away from the kiss to look down at you. His eyes danced along your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wet lips that had turned a slightly darker shade of pink from the ferocity of your kiss. 

Fucking stunning.

Joe let out a whine from his throat when he sighed through his nostrils before diving back in, planting kisses against your lips in shallow, open-mouthed smooches. It made your brain feel fuzzy, giggling from his antics and bringing your hands to his cheeks. You loved the way his stubble scratched against your fingertips, dragging your thumbs along the light scruff. His hand left your thigh and dragged back up your body, tracing along your curves before making its way up to your hair and cradling the back of your head. He pulled away once again, just so he could see your beautiful face. 

“I love you so much,” he told you through an exhale, words full of adoration and disbelief. Disbelief at the fact that he called you his and you called him yours. It didn’t matter to Joe how long the two of you had been together, he would never let go of this feeling, holding on tighter to it for as long as you would let him. 

With one last, deep kiss, Joe pulled away to roll off the bed before looking for a shirt in the dresser. He didn’t give you a chance to ask where he was going. “M’making breakfast. Your favorite.” Grabbing the coffee you had set down for him on the bedside table, poured into his favorite mug, he took a sip and moaned appreciatively at the taste while leaving the bedroom.

You sat up in bed as you watched Joe leave, feeling flustered from just moments ago. Eyes lingering on the spot where Joe had just been sleeping, you ran your hand along the warm sheets. Music started playing softly from the kitchen, the chords of a familiar song flowing through the spaces of your home. It made you feel as if a blanket were being wrapped around you, or Joe’s arms. You’d accept the ladder more than the former. But he was in the kitchen right now, so the best you could do was lie back down and curl yourself in a blanket that smelled like him with your head resting on his pillow that also had his scent, clouding your senses with Joe.

It was definitely going to be one of those days. You’d confirmed it the moment you’d woken up. Joe was usually the one to wake up before you, but he’d just gotten home from traveling for work and you knew he needed to stay asleep for a little longer than normal while you’d made him his coffee. It was going to be just the two of you today. No phones, no TV, no disturbances. This was a normal occurrence in your relationship, to let yourselves forget about the world and just be wrapped up in each other’s presence, each other’s love.  

“Babe!” You hadn’t realized you were falling asleep until Joe was calling for you, making you nearly jump out of your skin from the suddenness. “Come here!”

His tone confused you, mixed with excitement and wonder. After slowing your racing heart, you called back, “What is it?”

“Just get over here!”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. Untangling yourself from the blankets and hopping out of the bed, you grabbed your own mug of coffee that was on the same bedside table as Joe’s had been before making your way out of your shared bedroom and to the kitchen to see what Joe had been so adamant about you seeing.

As soon as you entered the kitchen, Joe was coming up to you to stand behind you and covered your eyes with his hands. “Joe, what-”

“Just…just let me do this,” he cut off your worries with a kiss to your shoulder blade as he guided you around the kitchen. It made your heart flutter, so you obeyed. A second later, you were standing still. “You ready?”

“Joe,” you laughed breathily at the silliness of it all.

“Are you?” he asked, still not taking his hands from your eyes.

“Yes, yes! Just show me!”

Without another word, Joe was removing his hands from your eyes so you could finally see what he had been so excited about. You were standing in front of the window above your kitchen sink, looking out to the little garden just outside. The sudden brightness caused your eyes to screw briefly before trying to open them again. The brightness coming through the window wasn’t from the sun, but from the half foot of white that covered the ground and fall leaves. 

“It’s snowing,” Joe told you as if you weren’t looking at the same thing he was. You could hear the smile in his voice. “The first snowfall of the year.”

You let out a breath as you looked around the garden through the kitchen window in wonder. It didn’t matter how often you had seen snow over the years of your life, the first snowfall of the season would always leave you breathless.

You loved when it would snow. When you were younger, but especially now. It made the world quieter and these days with Joe feel all the more special. All you could think about was getting back into bed with him, back under the covers while keeping one another warm as you kissed lazily. Joe would more than likely open one of his favorite books and read to you. It would easily lull you to sleep, hearing his soothing voice, your head resting in his lap while his hand that wasn’t holding the book traced along your neck absently. 

Joe watched you intently, watching as your eyes grew bigger in awe while watching fat snowflakes fall from the sky and land on the ground. He loved the snow as well, but what he loved more was the way you loved it. He loved the way you would pull him to bed on a day just like this with the intent of staying curled in the blankets and his arms, loved that you wore his sweaters and sweatpants around the house more often during this season to stay warm, and he especially loved sitting in front of the fireplace as he read a book out loud for the both of you to enjoy while you would slowly fall asleep with your head in his lap.

It was his home.

You were his home.

The soft voice of Samuel Beam drew Joe from his thoughts and back to now as the song ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth’ filled the kitchen. And if Joe didn’t know a perfect moment when he saw one. His heart swelled, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss into your hair as he started to sway with you to the song. He hummed the lyrics absently, feeling your arms cover over his around your middle.

Joe grinned, taking your hand and turning you around until you were now facing him. You gasped softly at the sudden action before being replaced with a bubbly laugh when Joe brought you close to him once more as he started to dance with you to the song. Your heart fluttered for the love you had for this man, resting your head against his chest as Joe held you close while singing along softly.

This is exactly where the two of you wanted to be, the atmosphere radiating in your love as it seemed to pour out of you both. Listening to one another’s hearts, each other’s breaths. The rest of the world didn’t matter, only this moment. 

Joe’s arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer so you could feel his heart beat with yours, feel the heat of his fiery love that seeped through to your skin and into your bones until you were burning just as bright for him. The words didn’t need to be said, not now, not when you could feel yourselves holding tightly to this feeling.

And you would hold onto it your entire lives.

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Peaches -Part 6

➻wc: 3.8k

➻Warnings 18+:

car sex, pregnancy sex, nipple play, creampie, dirty talk, squirting , face slapping, bath sex, clitoral play, choking, fingering, begging, cum coaching.

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“So you want to start again?” You blinked at him, leaning across the table of the restaurant. His hands were rubbing yours with his.

“Yes, I want to properly give us a go. I know I haven’t been the best person to you but Peaches.” He smiled, interrupted by the waiter.

Sighing with irritation, you read out your order to the waiter. Joe’s hands were still in yours, waiting until he left the table.

“What were you going to say?” You sighed impatiently.

The feeling of repetition with no change circled your body, Joe had been telling you that he wanted to change since he saw the ultrasound. You were worried that he’d leave you again.

“I was going to say that I love you and I want to love and grow with our baby” he smiled at you, your heart fluttered at the words “our baby”

Your expression softened, you felt yourself unable to be mad at him. You did love him, you’ve always loved him.

“I love you too Joe, but I’m serious. If you want this to work, well.. we need to move in together” you lips pursed together as you looked him up and down.

“Live together?” He repeated your words, his face drained of his smile.

“Yes Joe, it’s a baby. Not an animal, i will have Emily but I need you as well” you sighed, letting go of his hands.

Your attention turned to the waiter who was balancing your starters on a tray, thanking him as you turned back to Joe. Your mouth full of food as you rolled your eyes, wondering if you’d ever get an answer from him.

Deciding to change the subject, you asked Joe about any upcoming projects.

“I have a conference/meet and greet thing in New Orleans this weekend and well.. i was thinking of asking you to come with me” he paused to take a sip of his drink before smiling at you.

“You want me to come to New Orleans with you?” Almost choking on your food, you stared at him.

“I always miss you so much when I go alone and we’d be able to spend more time together” his eyes were full of hope and excitement.

“I will have to think about it and speak to my doctor tomorrow. You are coming with me aren't you?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.

He nodded and continued to eat his food, allowing the waiter to take his place once he had finished. His hands were once again entangled with yours as the waiter reappeared.

Announcing the dessert order for the table, as you went to dismiss the dessert. Joe nodded and thanked the waiter.

“I ordered a peach pie for us to share, well mainly for you” He brought his fork up to the pie and circled it around your mouth. Shoving it through your lips, making it coat your face with cream.

“Joe, you got this for me” you laughed, melting as you looked at him taking a bite.

He nodded with a smile and wink, the running joke of peach themed items still made you melt.

“Of course I did, Peaches” his smile making you swoon as you both finished the pie.

Walking to the car hand in hand, the cool air hitting your face. Joe touched your shoulders, stopping you for a minute to look at you.

“Peaches, I want you to know that if things don’t work out between us. I will always be here for you as a friend, i will also love that baby so much” he rambled, the wine had clearly gone to his head.

“Shut up Joe” you smiled and pulled him into a kiss, your hands stroking his beard softly as your lips explored.

He continued to fight his words against your lips but gave up as you pushed him against the car door. Your hands sliding down to belt buckle, his hands fumbled to open the back door as you fell in with him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here” he mumbled breathlessly.

“Why not? Your windows are blacked out” you groaned as his trousers were hoisted down to his ankles.

Your legs either side of him as you grinded on his cock, it grew harder and harder with every movement. Your silk dress feeling nice against his skin, his hands squeezing your engorged milky tits.

“Fuck, Peaches. You look so hot being pregnant” he groaned as he squeezed your nipples, bringing them up to his lips and sucking on them.

His cock pushing against your wet cunt, pulling your underwear quickly and sliding yourself down onto his cock. Both gasping as he filled up around your walls, you were already wet from the hormones.

“You going to fuck my pregnant cunt? Make your cum drip out of me, suck on my nipples to see if milk comes out. Huh?” You growled, raising your hand up to his face and slapping him softly.

He groaned at the sensation, his hands guiding you up and down on his cock. The car shook with vibrations as you moaned loudly, the tip of his cock hitting your soft spot.

“I’m going to watch my cum drip out of you, oh fuck. Peaches” his moans were muffled as he buried his lips between your nipples.

Sucking hard on them, you groaned as his teeth grazed them. Bouncing hard on his cock, your sweaty skin slapping together as your dress covered around your bum.

His hands reaching round to pinch your bum until it’s red with marks, your hands pulling his hair. Letting each bit of hair fall out between your fingers as your clit hit his pelvic bone.

“Oh Peaches, you gotta slow down. I could cum any second” he moaned pathetically into your nipples, still sucking hard on them.

“Yeah? You’re going to cum in me?” You whined, speeding up. Rocking your hips back and forth, your eyes shut tightly as your hands slid down his body.

Groaning “fuck” under your breath as his tip hit your soft spot, your body twitching as you grew closer to cumming. His moans vibrated against your skin as you felt his cock tense inside you, continuing your pace until you felt him empty his hot load inside you.

“Oh you’re such a good boy for cumming in me. Good job I let you cum, you have been naughty recently haven’t you?” You moaned against his lips.

He nodded his head weakly, his hands still squeezing your nipples as you rode yourself through your orgasm. Gasping loudly as you felt yourself squirt hard on his cock, rocking back and forth. Making sure his seats were stained with your cum.

“Fuck, I’ve missed having sex with you” you laughed, panting as your body fell onto his.

His hands stroking your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ve missed you Peaches” he smiled at you.

You stayed there together until the condensation had disappeared from the windows, he helped you change. Kissing your stomach, under clothing and over.

His hands held yours tightly as they slipped around your waist and pushed you through the front door. Sighing with both exhaustion and relief, you put your feet up on the sofa. Joe rushed around before bringing you some hot tea and placing your head in his lap.

His hands stroked your hair until you felt yourself drift off to sleep, you felt safe and calm in his lap.

You awoke in the morning, in your bed. Joe’s arms were holding you tightly, his hands were curved around your stomach pressed close to the baby.

Your anxious feelings were still bubbling around in your body, the trip he suggested was floating around in your mind and as he woke up and rolled over to you.

“Joe, I’m nervous about the doctor's appointment” your voice shook as he squeezed your stomach, his deep brown eyes stared back at you.

‘’I’ll be there Peaches, now let me go make some food. All you need to do is relax’’ he kissed you, you stared at him as he began to get changed.

Relax.

That word haunted you as you picked out your outfit for the day, as you stared at the clothing in front of you. Something felt off, sighing you moved all the clothes off onto the floor and collapsed onto the bed.

You thought about the complications of going on the trip to New Orleans with Joe, your first long trip away from home. The idea of being alone with Joe and surrounded with his fans, the jealousy that flowed through your veins made you feel more nervous.

As your hand touched your stomach, you felt light movements against your skin. Gasping as you realized that the baby was kicking, giggling at the sensation. Your anxiety faded away as you threw on a dressing gown and rushed downstairs, calling Joe’s name in excitement.

Grabbing his hands as the baby continued to kick against your stomach, watching his eyes lit up as he felt the baby. You began to feel closer to him as the gap shortened between you both, your lips aching to touched as he bent down and kissed you. The pan was placed firmly on the counter as his hands cupped your face and pushed your bodies closer, moaning onto his lips in the middle of the kitchen.

You felt how you did the first time he kissed you, young and naive. Completely seduced by Joe, your childhood best friend.

‘’Come on Peaches, you gotta eat’’ he smiled against your lips, picking up the pan and placing the pancakes on the plates in front of you.

‘’Joe, I wish you could just fuck me here instead’’ you whined, trying to pull him back into that kiss again.

He laughed, the plates steaming with heat as he grabbed you by your cheeks and picked you up. Squealing with laughter, hitting his back to put you down as he carried you to your seat. Pushing the plate closer to your noise, instructing you to eat. Your thighs grew wetter by the second, the look in his eyes made you melt as you took a bite of your food.

The clothes on your floor were neatly tucked into your wardrobe as Joe assembled another outfit for you as you sat crossed legged on the bed in a huff. The clock was ticking, your appointment dawning on you as you played with nails.

Joe leant forward with an outfit on two hangers and kissed you, pushing you onto the bed and straddling you.

‘’I love you Peaches, everything is going to be okay. I’m here for you’’ he whispered to you, smiling against your lips.

You nodded, kissing him once more and taking the outfits from his hands and sizing them up against your body. He sat on the bed admiring you, smirking at you in the mirror as you dropped the dressing gown onto the floor.

The outfit looked perfect, you felt ready for the day ahead as you took his hand in yours. The bright daylight of London hit your face, squeezing his hand tightly as you climbed into the blacked out car.

Sitting in the hospital, his finger rubbed against yours for support as you waited to be called into the room. Your leg bounced up and down as another parent smiled at you, rubbing their stomach delicately as they thanked the doctor.

Lying in the hospital bed as the nurse rubbed the familiar solution on your stomach, Joe was captivated by the screen of your baby on the screen.

‘’Would you like to know what your baby is today?’’ the nurse posed the question to you both.

You nodded looking at Joe who was nodding quickly too, you were nervous. The pregnancy was still a shock but as you waited for the pictures to be printed out you, your mind was floating with what colours to paint the nursery when the nurse walked through the door clutching an envelope with a smile on their face.

Handing it to you, as you squeezed it in your hands. You smiled at Joe, he thanked the nurse and walked you out the hospital. As you sat in the car next to him, you thought about the first time you and Joe saw a pregnancy scan.

‘’So Joe, Peaches. This is what a baby looks like’’ their mum bent down to your height, placing a black and white photograph in your hands.

You were 9 years old, standing in the living room of your best friend's house. Joe’s hand was on your arm as he peered at the photograph in front of you, the photo wasn’t 100% clear as you rotated it upside down to figure out what it was.

‘’It’s a baby girl, look there are her legs’’ their mum laughed lightly, pointing at the photo for you both to see.

You remember being confused but excited. Joe's giggles echoed in your ear as he pointed to the baby’s legs, mumbling ‘’they look silly’’ into your ear making you laugh with him.

‘’Is it like a little Peaches?’’ Joe asked curiously, he had seen photos of you when you were baby and obviously thought of the same thing.

Standing with him in your living room, in the same position. Your heart fluttered with the same excitement and confusion, his hand was stroking your arm as you stared at your own baby in your hands. You gasped as you read the baby’s gender, tears filled in your eyes. It almost felt like fate.

‘’It’s a little Peaches’’ Joe whispered, smiling against your head. Watching you laugh at his words, he remembered the same interaction as you stared at your baby.

‘’Yes, Joe it is. A baby girl’’ you smiled at him, tears in your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. Cupping your face, pushing you closer to the sofa until the baby scan photos fell onto the floor.

His body pressed onto you, kissing you passionately against the sofa.

‘’Joe, I forgot to ask about going away’’ you pushed him away in shock, muscling your way out from underneath him and rushing to grab your phone.

He sighed, tucking his throbbing cock back between his boxers and sat down. Watching as you paced the living room, waiting for your nurse to pick up.

You spoke to them for an hour, going over your fears and worries. You felt slightly disappointed that everything would be fine if you traveled, you were slightly hoping that you wouldn’t have to go.

Smiling wearily at Joe, you nodded to indicate that everything was okay. He rushed over to you and picked you up, covering your body with kisses making you giggle.

He placed you back on the ground with a smile, kissing you once more before rushing off to make arrangements with his agent. You sunk into the sofa, thinking about the weekend ahead.

As you reached over and picked up the baby scan off the floor, you sighed. Your thoughts changed into the idea that this was compromising for him, moving his life into yours.

The day flew by, Joe hurried about on the phone. Occasionally stopping to kiss you and check up on you, Emily helped you pack. Telling you how jealous she was of you and that she needed photographs and videos.

She was thrilled for you about the baby but she knew that she was something you weren’t telling her. Rather than pushing it, she hugged you and carried your cases down the stairs.

Staying with you until the airport where she hugged you tight and kissed your cheek, Joe’s hand replaced hers. Your body shaking with fear, you had never been on a long haul flight.

Joe soothed you through the bustling airport until you were taken to first class, he helped you settle into the lying seats. His hand still in yours as you chose a film, relaxing more as you felt safe with him by your side.

You slept throughout the flight, Joe made sure you were comfortable throughout. He ate all the food he ordered for you that went cold, his hand was in yours as you wandered through the American airport hours later.

Rushes of people with cameras and loud voices hurried over to you both, his security covered you. Joe threw a scarf over your face as you were led out into the bustling American street where more paparazzi were surrounding. The sound of fans screaming and waving things startled you but with Joe’s arm around you, you were able to make it into the secured car.

The hotel was calm and relaxing, Joe had run you a bath. Allowing you to calm down for a second before joining you, sliding over to side with your back facing his chest. You began to grind your ass on his cock, slowly feeling it get harder and harder.

His moans vibrated against your back, your legs spread apart as his hand reached down to touch your clit. Rubbing it in circular motions, water splashing against your stomach. His hand slid down to your open, playing with it until it practically swallowed his finger whole. Groaning into his ear as your hips bucked against him, his cock was throbbing against your ass as your cunt got wetter and wetter.

His finger moving rapidly in and out of you with his other hand toying with your clit until you felt yourself cum hard into the water, forcing his finger out of your pussy.

You climbed onto his cock in desperation, both of you gasped as he filled you up with his cock. Feeling it throb inside you as he held onto your hips tightly, holding you down as he began to thrust inside you. Mumbling ‘fuck’ into your ear, your hand playing with your clit as you moved your hips upwards on his cock gasping at every movement.

‘’God Peaches, you feel so good to be inside. I love how horny you are’’ he moaned, his hands moved from your hips and squeezed your tits tightly. Gasping at the sight of them, thrusting harder into your dripping wet cunt.

The water splashed out of the tub as he moved quickly, the tip of cock hitting your soft spot over and over. Whining into his neck as your eyes began to roll back.

‘’Fuck Joe, can I cum please?’’ you whined loudly, his cock pounding into you hard.

He just groaned, pinching your nipples hard before squeezing your throat hard. As you mumbled the question again, he knew you were close.

‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you’’ he smirked, squeezing harder on your throat as you wheezed ‘please’, tears falling down your cheek.

He let go of your throat, your voice all hoarse as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Your clit throbbing as your hands loosely dangled by your side. His cock twitching furiously inside you as you moved his tip against your soft spot.

‘’Please Joe, I need to cum’’ whining hoarsly, your eyes tightly closed as he groaned loudly.

‘’Since you said please, I will let you Peaches’’ he groaned, his fingers playing with your clit as your body shook he began to thrust harder and inside you.

‘Fuck’’ you moaned loudly as you felt yourself cum hard around his cock, the water splashing against your stomach.

He groaned as your body grew tired from cumming, rocking slowly back and forth again on his cock. He twitched against your walls, his eyes tightly shut gripping onto your skin as he moved closer and closer to his orgasm.

‘’Cum for me Joe, fill this pregnant cunt up with your cum until it drips out’’ you gasped, his strokes were hard and slow.

His body shook violently against yours, loudly moaning ‘fuck’ against your neck. Rocking inside you, his tip twitched as he came hard inside you. Gasping as he stayed inside you until his cock grew limp and slid out of you.

Holding each other close in the cum mixed water for a few moments before Joe got out first, helping you out and into a towel. Matching bathrobes as you collapsed onto the queen sized bed, cuddling up to him as the television played an old film.

The next day was busy, you slept in until Joe’s soothing voice woke you. He was fully dressed, his hair was falling across his face as he kissed you. His chain dangled from his neck, his white shirt illuminating his features, he looked good.

Smiling sleepily, the ordered room service was perched at the end of the bed, he sat next to you rubbing your legs softly.

‘’Peaches, you can stay here today if you don't want to be around lots of people. I’m meeting lots of fans today so it could get alot for you’’ he smiled softly at you, his eyes were tired but gazed at you.

‘’No Joe, you asked me to be here for you. So I will’’ you croaked, laughing at your voice as you sat up.

He stayed by your side as you ate, reassured you when you changed your outfit many times. Your hand in his as you made your way to the center, your nerves were making you shake as you edged closer. The familiar noise of fans and camera got louder as the car parked around the back, the people rushed you both inside quickly to avoid the queues. Joe waved at a few people who stood silently at the barrier, they squealed loudly as you both disappeared inside.

After a tiresome morning, you rested on the chairs in the backstage area. As Joe finished one of his panels, Joe’s long blue jacket that he carried over his shoulder all day was placed over you. One of his security members waited on you as you slept, your baby kicking your stomach at every mention of Joe.

As Joe sat at that final panel of the day, he thought about you. The cool breeze of the open center chilled him, the American fan stood at the microphone and cleared their throat. He watched them shift their nerves as they began to speak, expecting a mundane question about his favourite scene or something. He was surprised when they asked about you.

“Who is that person with you? You look close” their voice echoed across the room.

Joe’s face lit up at the mention of you, he instantly smiled and blushed.

“Well yes, we are close. She’s my best friend, my soulmate and my lover” he blushed at his own words.

Wanting to say more but he stopped himself, the fan thanked Joe for his time and disappeared into the crowd.

After the session ended Joe was escorted out into the backstage room where you lay comfortably on the sofa, his jacket still draped over you. He picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he hid you from the fans and paparazzi with his jacket.

You slept in the hotel room for the whole of Sunday whilst Joe went to another meeting. Still oblivious to his description of you at the conference yesterday, little did you know that fans were obsessed over you and slightly jealous.

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[stardancerluv]

Hello! I love writing. I try & proofread but I have dyslexia so there will be typos! (Sorry!) I also will always try and do justice to the concept of reader…who will always be Fem!Reader! There are some amazing writers, @mlmxreader @ronaldrx who are fantastic at Male Reader. I would not want to stomp on their territory! (Please don’t creep on their accounts!)

My writing is always for 18+ Even the fluffy ones since they may or may not reference issues that I don’t want someone 18 & younger to read.

I enjoyed Stranger Things since season 1. Steve & his friendship with Robin and Dustin…love it so much. I watched season 4 & I fell hard for Eddie Munson & Joseph Quinn!

So please… no drama! Comments…reblogs & feedback is always welcome! Finally, I do have a tag list..want on it? Just ask!! Thank you for reading!!!

I love what Joseph Quinn did with Eddie.

I decided to write my own version of Eddie that weaves in and out of the events of the season!

Blossoming of a Shy Violet 👈🏻 (click here to find current and track new chapter release!)

Summary

—-Eddie encounters the new girl in school after addressing his fellow students in the cafeteria. She is reluctant to get to know anyone. Can Eddie change her mind?

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader. It includes…fluffy, angsty, & smutty moments. 18 only….DNI if you are a minor.

Warning: includes (not limited to)… Esteem issues, bullying, murder referenced, underage drinking Virgin!Reader, oral m&f, PV sex, fingering, dom!Eddie (to a name a few)

Pumpkin and the Beast (click here for current and up to date chapter listings!)

——Bookworm, cutesy fem!reader gets into trouble at a party Eddie rescues her. It’s an established friendship, a few months in the making. Will explore what happens when opposites come together?

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader. It will include…fluff, angst, & perhaps smutty moments. 18 only….DNI if you are a minor.

Studying English Literature in college, I became a fan of Les Miserables. I enjoyed the various versions. I had never heard of the BBC!Version (till Joe) Enjolras was one of my favorite characters…viva revolution! I decided to write a story around him.

A Time to Love and To Fight 👈🏻 (click here to find current and track new chapter release!)

new chapters coming soon!!!

Summary

——Reader is her own girl. She has to take care of her household. By accident, she runs into Enjolras.

This story is Enjolras x Fem!Reader. This story now contains angst, fluff & smut!

Warning: French Revolution mind set (gonna try and capture this!) War themes, sickness, dated view of women!

I watched Catherine the Great & fell for Prince Paul. Growing up I heard many stories about Russia. This is why the story will be an AU of Prince Paul.

By the Light of the Silvery Moon (click here for new parts!)

—-Prince Paul has to deal with his mother & all of Russia. Its not long before he meets fem!reader & is engaged. Now he has to juggle that & the Russian court. Shortly, he weds his mother sends him away and he will not return the same Paul.

Warning: There will be fluff, angst, smut & supernatural elements! And lastly the reader is a fem!reader.

There Will Never Be Another You

Part One

Part Two

This is my attempt at writing a story for Grunauer. He truly deserved better then the cards he was dealt. Here I will try and do him justice.

Warning: There will be flufff…angst…smut and there may be some supernatural elements to it. Also will have a lot of dated thoughts on men & women. This will show how how be also will have a fem!reader. Enjoy!

All ❤️s, reblogs & feedback are welcome!

Hello! 👋🏻 Like I said above…Been a fan of Stranger Things since season 1. Saw Eddie and fell hard for him & Joe. Steve’s arch is by far one of my fav bits of the show. There are so many…so many amazing Steve fanfics out there.

Never felt the need write one. That said, I do enjoy Joe Keery’s work. Most recently…Fargo Season 5 & Marmalade! Can’t wait to see Finally Dawn. That said, Fargo Season 5…his character Gator Tillman…has me in a strangle hold.

The Past Follows Like a Shadow

(Link leads to the chapters! 👆🏻)

This story is an AU to Fargo Season 5.

Gator Tillman…had a childhood friend who turned into a girlfriend till his dad put the kibosh to it. That girl is back in town. What will that mean for Gator…what will it mean to her??

All ❤️s, reblogs & feedback are welcome!

P. S. In case…there is anyone still looking or wanting to read some Ewan McGregor fan-fiction & his amazing characters. Ewan McGregor Master List 👈🏻 Click here for all my Ewan McGregor Fan-fiction)

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[pepperstories]

Bloopers, Baby

Background: Usual story. Female character introduced into Season 4 as a potential love interest to Eddie Munson. Female character, however, is in fact a life-long friend with Joseph Quinn. Meeting at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art. They have worked together in just about every job they have had. They have always played friends or love interests in their series/movie. Female character is established as being British and a year younger than Joseph Quinn. This is inspired by the blooper reels. Don’t come at me for the lack of Y/N. Don’t come at be for the established sex of the character. My brain can only compute so much. Warnings: Fluff, F&M friendship, implied flirting, kissing, hugging, swearing, established female character, no name given, age verified in description, no REAL spoilers per say. 

Word Count: 1.2k (No proofread. Sue me.)

The set was always lined with cast and crew during takes. On this occasion, Joseph stood with his co-star and friend of 13 years trying to figure out the best way to kiss in front of their colleagues. Although this was nothing new to them, it was always hard to establish a true quality kiss with meaning when there was over 50 people looking on.

Joe stood across from her, his face set in a hard line and the same look mirrored in front of him. “We’ve got this.” She gritted through her teeth. Without the pair knowing, a lone camera was filming the interaction. The squabble of noise around them as everyone rehearsed their own lines and they prepared for theirs. Within a split second, Joe’s face turned to the camera and grabbed his co-star by the waist. He dipped the actress suddenly and started placed sloppy saliva filled kisses all over her face. The howling laughter followed from both his beautiful friend and the co-stars around them as the notorious Duffer Brothers called for a restart and he brought her back to her starting point. Wiping saliva from her face and laughing as he winked directly into the camera. ___________

This scene was supposed to be harrowing. It was supposed to be gentle and loving. She held a dying Eddie in her arms as she prepared herself to cry. The various make-up artists flittering about with her hair and Joe’s bloodstained teeth. The weight of his body heavy on her bent knee’s, she relaxed and tensed her shoulders to prepare for her dramatic howl. He wiggled himself to get comfortable for the scene. The very moment he tells her that he loves her. The very moment he slips away. He had it down to a tee. They had practiced during the script review that week and although the words on the page spoke truth, the pair were infamous for switching lines and improvising. “I don’t think Eddie would say this.” “She should be screaming, not silent crying.” As the set cleared of all unnecessary folk, the pair focused in on their grief. They truly thought to themselves what it would feel like to really lose one another.

“QUIET ON SET.” “Action!” He spluttered his line so perfectly. His dark chocolate eyes staring into her blue ones. He watched the steady stream of hot tears run down her face, mingling with the crusted stage blood and dirt. She sobbed from her chest. Her back aching slightly from holding the weight and heaving the dry sob. “I love you.” He spat slightly, the blood cradling around his mouth and chin. Before she could even utter her line. Before she could improvise and go with it, she spat straight into his face when she sobbed out. A long string of spit from her mouth to the corner of his. An act that rendered Joseph completely useless as he looked horrified into her surprised face. “You just spat in my mouth you dirty mink” He wiped the obvious foam of spit from the corner of his mouth as she brought her hands up to her own. Both Duffer Brothers cutting the scene with a cackle and a “Cut!” “I am so sorry.” Through the tears of laughter this time, Joseph rolled onto his front and mirrored his co-star. His knees bent under his arse as he watched her wide eyed laughter. “We’ve exchanged spit so many times, a wee gob won’t do ye any harm.” She spat out as he shoved her playfully. “That’s definitely one for the blooper reel.” ___________

The Duffer Brothers always made sure to have music on in between takes. The various artists that donned the speaker were just suggestions from the cast and crew. Today was a particularly good day from “tunes”. The various songs from the late 80’s early 90’s played throughout the makeshift sets as the rolling camera caught all cast members dancing to this one particular song. Shania Twain’s- That Don’t Impress Me Much.

The camera catching each cast member in their own routine. The main focus being Joseph and his best friend. Mouthing the words to each other as they sipped their black coffee’s. They swayed their hips and swished their hair about. This was a routine the cast and crew were familiar in. Impromptu dance routines and an easy relief of stress during the longer days. Turning to the camera, the budding Ying to Josephs Yang turned in time for the camera to catch her singing the main line of the song: “That Don’t Impress Me Much.” And nudging her Ray Ban’s onto the bridge of her nose like it was part of the script. ___________

The boat scene was the hardest for all of them. She was always exhausted from being in the water and each time it came to their retake, she would heave a sigh. But today was a good day. Today was Joe Keery’s and Natalia’s diving scene where they were all to follow in. There was a ridiculous amount of goofiness on the boat, but they were ready for the water scenes to be over. As they acted out the scene, each of them impeccably timed and choreographed, she waited her turn next to Joseph. Much to her dismay, the scene was ruined when a splash of water hit the main camera. Pulling his cold and tired best friend to him, he used his body weight to rock the boat. His tight grip around her shoulders was enough to tell her that he was up to no good. “Don’t even think about it.” She warned, a pointed finger a mere inch from his face as she looked back at him. His hot breath puffed in her ear as he laughed. He knew that she knew. They had worked together in so many productions and movies, she knew his tricks and he knew hers. It was clockwork shit. Rocking harder, he lifted her body off the makeshift seat of the prop boat and pulled her full body to the side. A shriek and splash, as well as Josephs manic laughter, was echoing throughout the staged area. A full lung full of water went straight into her mouth but sooner straight back out as she surfaced. The water barely at waist height as she splashed the jokester friend. He simply volleyed her over his shoulder in one quick move and threw her into the large pool of water again. A fair distance to chuck her, her wig sat half on and half off her head as she resurfaced for air. Again, the eruption of laughter could be heard throughout the set as that same lonesome camera caught the moments fans were unable to see.

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[icallhimjoey]

Here’s an idea: You’re out with Joe, and a couple of buddies. Joe’s immersed in a conversation but absentmindedly playing with your fingers. You notice. Maybe think of other soft shit he does unconsciously. Pure softness.

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Love Languages

The best chats always happen at night. 

“Hey... hey Joe,” 

In bed, in the dark.

“Hmm?” 

When you’ve just laid down and turned the lights off and you’ve already kissed and said good night. When you’re meant to get comfortable, close your eyes and fall asleep. When there’s an alarm already set and when you’re not meant to be chatting. 

But you lead busy lives. 

These moments in bed are the most silent, undisturbed, and private moments you’ve got. When you’re alone, phones face down on bedside tables, and there’s no media to distract you from each other, darkness only fuelling the honesty.  

“Joe,” 

“Mmhmm,” 

You don’t fall into conversation every night. But when you do, they’re the best chats.  

“What do you think your love language is? Or mine?”  

Joe groans softly and rolls onto his back, eyes still closed, and he takes a moment to think as he inhales deeply. 

You’re on your stomach, facing him, both arms folded close to your body, hands underneath your pillow, and not tired at all. 

“It’s um...” Joe rubs a hand across his forehead, and for a short moment you think you’re annoying him. That he just wants to sleep and wants to be left alone. But then he says, “Yours is taking ugly pictures of me.”  

You immediately giggle, hiding your face into your pillow.  

“Ones where my hair looks fucking awful, and you’re not,” Joe stops to sigh, pretends to be all annoyed, then continues, “You’re not even taking ‘em, you’re finding them online and then save them onto your phone, I think that’s,” Joe breaks, can’t help but laugh himself now too. 

“Stop,” you try, grinning as you roll onto your side. “That’s not what I mean.”  

“No, I know, but I think that should be one of them. Because that’s definitely yours.” 

“No, but I mean from the–” you are about to delve in, list the five love languages, fingers at the ready for visual counting. But Joe interjects.

“That’s yours.” He says matter-of-factly, cutting you off.

“All right, thanks. Good night,” you pretend to roll over to go to sleep, and in turn make Joe laugh loudly.  

“No, okay. All right. What are they again? These love languages you speak of...” 

You’ve rolled back in an instant and feel like you’re a teenage girl at a sleep over, softly explaining the concept of love languages. The topic hasn’t just randomly popped up for you – you’ve been thinking about Joe’s love language all night. Or, well, love languages. Plural. You’re convinced there’s several. All of them maybe even.

Earlier that evening, when you went out for some drinks – just the quick one, Joe’d said, but it kind of turned into a slower three, maybe four drinks sort of situation – was when you’d started thinking about it.

Joe had been talking to a friend, a story you’d already heard, opinions shared that you already knew, so you weren’t really listening. Weren’t really participating in the conversation. Gave you the time to look around a second. To observe for a moment.

And Joe’s a fidgeter, you know that. Especially when surrounded by others, like right then, and evidently so.

You saw how he plucked at his jeans. How he kept playing with his sleeve. With his rings. How he kept slowly twisting the drink that was on the table in front of him. Kept rubbing at his chin and his cheeks. How his index finger scratched at the skin beside his thumbnail.

You’d only folded your hand over his to make him stop.

Without even breaking eye-contact with his friend, he moved his fingers to intertwine with yours and then just held your hand a second.

Then, he started scratching that same finger at your skin, and you’d tried to use your fingers to still his once more.

It worked.

Sort of.

It made him release your hand from his grip, but then instead, grabbed you by the wrist and held your hand there, on his lap, face neutral and attention not wavering from his friend.

His other hand found your rings to twist, your palm to softly move finger tips across, and your nails to push his pads under.

Touch.

It felt so obvious then that touch was Joe’s love language. He was always so tactile. Always reaching out, grabbing hold of you wherever and then holding on for however long you’d let him.

If that was a knee, then it was a knee. And if that was a foot, then it was a foot.

More often than not it was a hand though. A hand that got taken hold of.

It wasn’t unusual to wake up with a hand that curled around your neck. With an arm that rested across your collarbones, or had snuck under your T-shirt and splayed out on your back. With fingers that wrapped around a wrist, or the back of his hand that rested against your cheek.

Joe’s love language had to be touch.

“I think yours is touch.” you say softly, and you can see how Joe blinks a few times. Seems to think it over for a second, then raises both his hands to look at. Or to show you. Either way.

“I don’t think so?”

Um.

Excuse him.

What does he mean he doesn’t think so?

“I’m not touching you right now, am I?” he clarifies, and you scoff as you wiggle your leg that he keeps sandwiched in between his.

“I think this counts as touching,”

“That’s just,” Joe huffs, “That’s just me helping you out because you get cold feet.”

And it’s so silly, because it makes you laugh as you try to pull your leg out from in between his knees, but Joe just clamps down and fights against you. Uses his fingers to prod you in the ribs to make you laugh louder until you relax.

You know it’s touch.

But, what if it isn’t?

It could be gift giving too.

Not big gestures. No insane meaningful you-mentioned-months-ago-you-really-liked-this-diamant-ring-so-here-you-go sort of gift giving.

More the, I-got-myself-a-bottle-of-water-and-got-you-a-yorkie-because-you-like-those sort of gift giving.

Or the, I-got-my-dad-a-nice-bottle-of-wine-and-decided-to-get-you-one-too gift that he would then casually leave in your fridge.

Just little things that showed you that there were moments in the day where he thought of you.

And you had to stop telling Joe to surprise you when he asked if you needed anything from the shop, because the couple of times you had done just that, he’d just gotten everything he’d seen that he thought you’d like.

“Joe this is… this is just a full bag of ice cream?”

“Yes. And drinks.” he’d said as he let his body curl around you, arms strongly around your waist, chin planted on your shoulder.

You peeked into the bag and moved some things aside to have a better look.

“You got me- what the... you got me a whole bag of ice cream and alcohol…”

And he’d just shrugged a little sheepishly because, yea, he had. Because those were the things you liked, weren’t they? The premixed gin & tonic cans. The Häagen-Dazs caramel biscuit and cream pints.

Unbelievable.

But, could that count as acts of service? Because you’d asked him to surprise you, and just to satisfy your want for something unexpected from him, he’d gone and done just that for you... right?

Or did acts of service only count when you didn’t ask for them?

Like when Joe would see how you’d already curled yourself up into the corner of the sofa, all comfortable underneath a throw-blanket, phone in hand, but no mug of tea on the side table.

He’d just make you one then.

And exactly how you liked it too.

Would even silently take the empty mug after you’d finished it and make you a second one. Seal it off with a squeeze of your shoulder and a kiss on top of your head.

Sometimes it’d be larger stuff, like that one time he’d made you cry when you’d walked into your flat after work, expecting it to be in the messy state you’d left it in the night before. But when you’d left for work, Joe’d still been in bed, and before he’d walked out the door, he’d made sure to tidy the whole place.

He’d not done it right. Of course not. There were still things he’d misplaced that you considered lost, vanished into the ether.

But the fact that he’d put the effort in?

You walked in that day and immediately burst into tears. Had left him a crying voicemail in which you swore at him, called him all kinds of names and finished with a much softer and mumbled “I love you.”

Joe had just responded to it by sending a heart emoji and then that made you cry even more.

Idiot.

You knew your love language probably wasn’t words of affirmation. Obviously. Unless calling someone a dick for doing something nice counted as such.

Joe’s probably wasn’t words of affirmation either.

Although, sometimes... he just very randomly would say something so incredibly sincere and heartfelt, it would almost make you uncomfortable, would make you want to shut him up.

Like when you were out to dinner with your parents, and there was a short silence in conversation, like there naturally would be sometimes, and Joe felt it was the perfect time to let you know that he was proud of you, a hand sneaking under the table to squeeze at your thigh.

Or that time when you were sat in a cinema, everyone quiet, the room dark, all eyes on the big screen, and he’d leant closer to whisper how pretty he thought you were.

“Oh my God, shh,” you’d whispered back, already feeling the blush in your cheeks as he used careful fingers to swipe your hair behind your ear.

“Just thought you should know.”

Or sometimes, when you both had a bad day and were being short and snappy with each other, when you would kind of avoid each other, and would be stuck in sour moods, Joe would very suddenly let you know that he did actually still love you.

You once told him off for leaving all of his shit all over the place, nothing of it tidied away, and you had angrily started clearing things yourself. He joined you then, and it was just four angry hands throwing things around without much care until he suddenly stopped and grabbed your face in both his hands. Forced you to look at him, and God, you’d frowned so hard at him. Were so annoyed with him.

But then he had just said, “I love you.”

It made you look away, stubborn enough to want to hold onto the frustration, but Joe’d just followed your eyes, moved around to keep the eye-contact and repeated himself until you begrudgingly said it back.

“I love you too.”

“Good. Now go sit down. This is my mess to tidy.”

Although, all things considered, quality time was probably up there too if you had to choose one.

Like right now.

Chats in bed counted as quality time, surely. Just time spent together with no one else around. Silent conversations whilst faces pressed into soft pillows and bodies tangled under heavy covers.

“I think mine is maybe acts of service,” you say after some thought.

Joe has his eyes closed again and murmurs a soft, “Hmm.” as a hand snakes over your side and pulls you closer. You easily curl into him, nose to nose, breaths shared.

Yea, no. Touch. Joe’s love language is definitely touch.

“Maybe,” he then adds in a whisper.

You wait for him to explain himself, which he does. After a minute.

“Mmmno,” Joe slurs, and you know he’s about to fall asleep, everything slow and heavy, real effort needed to get the words out.

“It’s laughing at inappropriate times and then calling me,” he yawns, then continues, “And then calling me a dickhead.”

You huff a short laugh, and Joe can feel it on his face. He can’t help but smile, because he knows why that’s funny.

You only call him a dickhead when he is the one to make you laugh at inappropriate times.

And you would’ve fought him on it had you had the strength for it still.

But he’s sort of right.

“Hmm,” you hum, agreeing that laughing at his jokes and calling him names probably does count as your love language.

But his is definitely touch.

The proof is right there in the pudding, you think, as you feel a hand sneak under your top just to rest against warm skin for comfort.

And maybe yours is touch too, but on the receiving end.

“Hey,” you whisper so softly, Joe almost doesn't hear it.

He responds with a squeeze of his fingers.

The best chats always happen at night. In bed, in the dark. But this one, spoken in his love language might just surpass them all.

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[draguta]

.stuck in the middle with you.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie had been best friends for years, despite being from two completely different worlds. you were the good girl cheerleader, with popular friends and a rich family, he was the town 'freak'. yet, for some reason, you couldn't help feeling a little something for him, and although you didn't know it, he felt the same way.

word count: 2847 words

inspiration: stuck in the middle with you by stealers wheel

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, implied masturbation

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It was bright inside the house, much too bright for a party in Eddie’s opinion. All the damn lights seemed to be on throughout the house, meaning that he could see the dirty looks that people kept giving him as he slumped in the corner, beer in hand, his face sour and firm. Why was he here? Even Eddie didn’t know the answer to that question. He wasn’t one for parties like this, hosted by the basketball team, all Madonna and watered-down vodka and orange. He preferred his parties, proper parties, with real music, real drinks, and the lights turned down low.

Of course, when you had rushed over to him in the parking lot before school that morning and practically begged him to escort you to the party, he had to say yes. He thought, perhaps, that the party might offer him the chance to sell a bit and make some extra cash on the side, at least that’s the reason he had told you for his immediate positive response to your question. But the truth was he could never say no to you. He would do anything that you asked of him, even if it meant sitting in the middle of this damn party alone as he waited for you to return with some stronger drinks, a headache beginning to form in his temple from the intruding glares of the lights as the happy pop music bopped in the background.

There was one positive thing to come from the light, however, and that was that he could see you. You had emerged from the kitchen now, two red cups in hand, and had been pulled to the dance floor by one of the cheerleaders to dance. He watched you, eyes trained on your form, as you began to sway your hips in time to whatever Blondie song was blasting through the speakers, your eyes closed, one plastic up clad hand raised to the ceiling, that smile that he loved so much plastered across your face. It was that smile that came to him in his dreams, that he thought about every minute of everyday; as he was making his morning coffee, as he was sitting in class not paying attention to the work on the board, as he took to the stage with his band at The Hideout. That was what played on his mind at all times, and that was why he could never say no. Not to you.

But he knew, deep down, that no matter what he felt it could never be spoken about. Those words were words that he would never utter aloud. If he did, not only would he risk losing you, but he would also risk hurting you - risk taking that smile away from you - and that was something that he would never willingly do. So there he sat, at all times, the ‘freak’ in love with the cheerleader, his best friend. His fellow ‘freaks’ sat on one side of the spectrum, and your perfect jocks and cheerleaders sat on the other. And he was there, right in the middle, with you by his side, neither one willing to slide closer to the other’s group, but neither one willing to let go.

He watched you as the song came to an end and you smiled silently at your friends, turning to make your way through the crowd back to him. It brought him a pleasure of some kind that you were keen to leave your friends on the dancefloor and instead sit with him at the very edge of the party. If he could never truly have you, at least he had your friendship, even if others looked down on it.

“One whiskey neat,” you said with a beaming smile as you approached him, handing him one of the cups. “And one rum and coke for me.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, watching as you took a sip of the dark liquid in your cup. He’d never seen you drink spirits before, thinking back to the evenings that you would spend at his trailer watching movies and sipping delicately on a white wine spritzer that he had bought specially for you.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Munson?” Your voice brought him back to the present and he simply let out a slight chuckle, taking a sip of his own drink, his mouth curled up into a smirk.

“I’ve just never seen you drink like this, sweetheart,” he replied. “You better watch out otherwise people will start to think that I’m a bad influence.”

He threw you a cheeky wink, one that you knew meant nothing really, but it didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks at the sight of it. One Eddie Munson, winking at you. You wanted him, really wanted him. But he had never shown any interest in you further than platonic friendship. Still, it didn’t stop you from hoping that someday that could change. Didn’t stop you from doodling little drawings of him in the corners of your school books. Didn’t stop you from thinking about him at night as you slid your hand between your legs.

If you were being completely honest, you hadn’t wanted to go to Chad’s stupid party. It wasn’t your scene, even if being a part of the cheerleading squad made everyone assume that it was. You supposed that’s why you had invited Eddie along, in the hopes that he would get bored and ask to leave and you could use that as an excuse to escape, preferably heading back to his trailer to curl up on the sofa and watch a movie.

“Maybe you are a bad influence,” you giggled, taking another sip of your drink and moving to sit on the arm of the chair that he was slumped in. “Before you I never drank, never smoked, never listened to Black Sabbath. Perhaps the rumors are true.”

Eddie slammed a hand against his chest, feigning insult as he turned to you with a fake expression of shock on his face. You laughed louder, and Eddie couldn’t help but beam knowing that the smile on your face now was all because of him.

“In my defense,” he said proudly, holding his hands up. “You chose to do all of those things. I didn’t force you to do anything.”

“It’s kinda hard not to do those things around you,” you laughed again, and it sounded like sweet music to Eddie’s ears. “You’re always doing irresponsible shit - how could I not join in?”

He laughed again but paused mid-chuckle, his eyes landing on you as something suddenly occurred to him. You watched as the smile fell from his face, his eyes searching yours almost questioningly. “Wait,” he said, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You don’t actually think you have to do those things just because I do, right? Because you definitely don’t need to do that. I mean, you can do that kinda shit if you want to bu-”

You leaned forward with a gentle smile, placing a finger on his lips. He was rambling again, something that you had noticed over the years was a continuing habit for him, especially when he had been drinking or smoking, or when he was overthinking. It was endearing, you had always thought, to see him struggling to get his words out, concerned that you weren’t fully understanding what he was saying. Endearing, yes. That was exactly how you would describe it.

Whilst you didn’t realize it, Eddie’s entire frame froze as you pressed your finger to his lips. It was something that you had never done before, and whilst he had been in close proximity to you in the past, laying side by side in his bed whilst he forced you to listen to the latest Iron Maiden record, or hunched over your desk as you desperately tried (and failed) to help him increase his grades so that you could graduate together, it had never been like this before. This close. This intimate. His heart began to pound in his chest, and he was certain he could feel the sweat begin to pool in his palms, clammy and sticky.

“Eddie, you know I don’t do that stuff just because you do,” you interjected sweetly, looking over as the dark orbs of his eyes remained trained to yours. “I do it because I like it, and you showed that stuff to me. Taught me how to do it. You showed me how fun it was to be different. For that I owe you.”

Before he knew what he was doing his hand was raising into the air, as if it had a mind of its own, reaching forward towards your face. It felt as if the world around you had slowed down, the bodies clashing together on the dance floor now invisible to your eyes, the pounding music muffled and quiet. There was only the two of you now, so close, so in love, even if neither of you had the guts to admit it.

“You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice rough as he attempted to keep it low. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand found its way to your cheek, and you prepared yourself to lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed, a content smile appearing on your glossed lips. But almost as quickly as the touch came, it left again, and your eyes snapped open to find Eddie recoiling his hand away, leaning away from your own touch, blinking erratically as if he had just committed the worst of crimes. He stumbled upwards to his feet, discarding the drink that you had lovingly prepared for him on the armrest of the chair, running a hand awkwardly through his dark locks. He turned and looked at you again, and you swore you could see something etched into those brown eyes; guilt. “I-I’m sorry. Look, I-I have to go. I’ll see you later, OK?”

And just like that he had vanished into the crowd of jocks and cheerleaders on the dancefloor, leaving you sat on the arm of the chair alone and perplexed. You couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that he had left you there so abruptly. No, you would let him. Not when you had been so close - so fucking close - to getting what you had wanted for years. You had felt it, the connection, the spark, one that pushed the pair of you beyond the realms of mere friendship. He had felt it too, you were certain. Is that why he had run?

You stood up sharply, a wave of determination washing over you as you pushed your way through the hordes of people to the door, certain that you would find him outside. You were right, your eyes scanning across the garden until they finally landed on Eddie rushing to his van, rubbing a hand down his face, the other shoved into his pocket as he curled his shoulders up towards him.

“Eddie!” You shouted, exiting the house and racing down the path after him. “Eddie!”

You knew that he had heard you, able to tell from the slight twist of his head in your direction at the sound of his name, even if he didn’t turn to look at you properly, or stopped walking. You walked faster, falling into a jog, finally reaching him just as he slid the key into the door of his van.

“Eddie, stop. Please.” He sighed, finally turning around to look at you. There it was again, that guilt, hidden slightly before, now in plain sight, written across his face as if it were one of his tattoos. “Dude, what was that? Why did you run like that?”

He blinked slowly in thought, as if trying to conjure up the perfect answer, one that wouldn’t hurt you or your friendship, but would still offer a reasonable explanation. Nothing came to his mind. “I-I guess I just didn’t like the way that you touched me.”

He blurted it out before he even realized what he was saying, and he regretted it just as quickly. You took a step back from him, your eyes squinting slightly in pain, eyebrows furrowed, fists clenching at your sides. He knew that he shouldn’t have said it, he knew that he had hurt you, but he hadn’t thought, simply panicked.

“No, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that,” he scrambled quickly, taking a step towards you, hand outstretched. But you moved away again, and he could almost feel his heart sink to the pit of his stomach.

“You don’t like it when I touch you?” You cried angrily. He could see the tears beginning to pool in your eyes, the hurt evident on your face. It pained him to know that it wasn’t a smile or laughter that he had caused this time, it was suffering. “W-What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The tears began to spill quickly and without much warning, but you continued to berate him, almost as if you couldn’t control the words as they themselves spilt from your lips. “What? You don’t like it when I hug you? Y-You think I’m disgusting or something? Why would you say that to me, Eds?”

“Hey,” he finally interjected, able to at last get a word in between your angry rant, placing his hands on either of your shoulders and pulling you back to look up at him. “That’s not what I meant, OK?”

“Then what did you mean?” You could feel the tears that were tarnishing your make-up as they slithered down your cheeks, could sense the waver in your voice as you spoke, and the wobble of your bottom jaw as you held back the sobs. “Y-You’re supposed to be my best friend.”

He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, glancing down at his feet for a moment in thought before his brown eyes met yours again. “I-I meant that, when you touched me like that, when you touched my face, my lips, it was too much for me to take,” he began to explain. You opened your mouth to let out another snarky remark in return but he stopped you, continuing before you had the chance. “When you touched me I felt something, something that I’d been trying to ignore, to forget about because it was too risky to even acknowledge.”

Your frame relaxed slightly in his grasp, but your frown remained, searching his face for an answer to the many questions that you had.

“That’s what made me touch you, I-I just wanted to hold you there for just a second,” he continued. “But as soon as I did I realized that I shouldn’t have done it. Because the second that my hand touched your skin I was ready to give you everything that I have. That scared me.”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me, Eds?” You asked slowly, never breaking the intense eye contact that you had with your best friend. Your heart was beating ten times the normal rate, and you felt as if you could barely breathe, praying that the next words out of his mouth would be the ones that you had been hoping to hear for so long. His eyes darted between your own as he took another step forward, his hands dropping to your waist, his body so close to yours now that you could smell his scent - musky, with a hint of spearmint, and a lot of pot. His gaze never left your eyes if only to quickly glance down at your lips, parted slightly as you let out a deep, shaky breath.

“Tell me to stop,” he said so quietly that you almost couldn’t hear him over the music raging from the party inside. “Tell me not to do this. Just say the word and I’ll walk away.”

You stayed silent. You didn’t want him to stop or to walk away. You wanted this more than anything else. He took that as his invite, and within a moment his lips were on yours, a sweet and tender kiss that grew harsher and hungrier with each passing second. Your hands found their way up to his hair, tangling in the long roots, whilst his arms snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. It was perfect, everything that the both of you had imagined. He tasted like cigarettes, something that you had expected, but what you hadn’t expected was the slight hint of cherry flavor coming from his chapstick, one that you were almost certain he had stolen from you at some point in time.

It wasn’t long before you pulled away from each other, forced to draw back by a lack of air. But his hand slid around your shoulder gently; now that he had touched you, he never wanted to let you go again. He turned you in the direction of his van.

“Let me take you home, babygirl.”

“I would like that Eddie.”

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a/n: Here we are guys. The last part. Thanks for sticking around <3 feedback, reblogs and likes are as always very appreciated. beta-reader, editor, partner in crime: @barfightzanddiscolightz

warnings: rpf, fem!reader, could raise your blood sugar...

wordcount: 4k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Part 4

“It looks so stu-hu-hupiiid.”, you groaned, stomping your feet and throwing your head back in frustration. You stood in front of your full-length mirror. One of your legs was only halfway inside your tights which had a run from you pulling too hard on them. Your lace corset-top, which was halfway tucked into your faux-leather skirt, hung loosely around your torso because you couldn’t find the laces. You were sure that one of your cats had stolen them and hidden them under your bed, where you couldn’t reach them without crawling under it. But the worst thing of all was the fact that your flat iron decided to die on you mid-way through styling your hair. Luckily, you had already finished your make-up, which turned out to be perfect.

After unplugging the broken styling tool, you took it to your bathroom and placed it in the sink to cool off. Looking down at it with a sneer, you quickly grabbed your hairdryer and curling brush. Returning to your bedroom, you plopped down on your bed and took a few of deep breaths to ground yourself. You needed to calm down. Why were you so nervous? You knew when and where you needed to be. It was a cute little café that also served a variety of sandwiches and other finger foods. You had already checked the menu online and knew exactly what you were going to get.

And you’d read the book twice. For your book club, of course, and not at all to impress him. No need to, right?

With one last big breath through your nose, you stood up and took off your damaged tights. You threw them on your bed, telling yourself you would throw them away later. Later meaning ‘three weeks from now’ later. Pushing yourself up from your bed, you walked over to your commode and picked your second-best pair of tights out of your drawer.

“Yeah...you’ll do.”, you sighed and pulled them on gently. They didn’t really go with the rest of the outfit, but you didn’t have time to go out and get a new pair that would suit your style better. The next step was to find the laces for your top. You got down on all fours and crawled halfway under your bed, where most of the cat toys had found their final resting place. After rummaging through the pile of toy mice, hair and zip ties, you finally found a huge ball of laces. You pulled it out from under the bed and immediately spotted the silk fabric of the strings.

“Fucking cats.”, you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. Carefully, you began to untangle the ball of laces and gently pulled out the one you needed before skilfully threading it through the corset’s grommets, tightening them and finally tying them on your back.

Two tasks down, one more to go.

You plugged your hairdryer into the outlet, turned it on, grabbed your curling brush with your other hand and started straightening the second half of your hair. The brush left a little curve at the ends, making one half of your head look like a 70s actress, whilst the other half screamed late-00’s emo kid. Groaning, you got to work on the emo side again to even it out a bit. You weren’t fully satisfied with the result, but at least it looked somewhat presentable now.

After staring at yourself in the mirror for far too long and almost spacing out, you decided to pick up your mobile phone from where it was lying on the bed. You gasped when you saw the time. You were running royally late.

Panicking, you grabbed your purse and your trusty leather jacket and sprinted for the door. There you slipped into your Dr. Martens and tied them up properly. Another trip to the hospital wasn’t in your books.

As you opened the door, you yelled back at your cats to behave before hastily locking the door and speed walking down the corridor and stairs.

---

Heaving and panting, you entered the café. You prayed that Joe wasn’t there yet, but unfortunately, you spotted him already sitting down in a cosy armchair, dressed in his overly expensive trench coat, phone in hand.

You collected yourself and stepped into the room, slowly making your way over to him.

“Hey,”, you greeted him, clearing your throat.

Joe turned around quickly when he heard you, beaming grin on his face. He immediately stood up and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

When he pulled back, he was holding you at an arm’s length, eyes narrowed, lips between his teeth. He studied your face. Then his eyes darted down your body, a smirk forming on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, snorting at his expression.

“Yeah, I know. For once I don’t look like a hag. All put together, like a normal human being.”

“You never look like a hag,”, he scoffed at your self-degrading remark, “and you always look put together. With or without make-up. I like it though. Suits you very well.”

He said the last part with a wink that made you blush instantly.

Quickly, you took the remaining couple of steps to the second armchair and sat down. Joe though, didn’t move an inch, instead opening his mouth again.

“Do you know what you want? There’s a menu on the table.”

“Oh. Can you get me a cappuccino with the Toblerone sprinkles and one of those egg and cress sandwiches? They look delicious.”, you blurted out without looking at him or the menu at all, shrugging off your leather jacket.

When Joe still didn’t move, you looked up at him and saw him grinning down at you.

“What?”, you asked, innocently.

“Nothing.”, he smirked and then walked off to place your orders at the counter.

---

Joe placed your sandwich and hot beverages neatly in front of you on the very tiny table and his in the same orderly fashion on his side before sitting down.

“How was your wor-”

“How’s your nec-”

Joe and you both started to speak at the same time and stopped abruptly again when you noticed. It made you both giggle.

“Sorry, you first,”, you urged, gesturing for him to start talking again.

“How is your neck?”, he asked, the giggle still evident in his voice.

“I had a check-up two days ago and the doctor said I’ll be just fine, although there is no cure for my clumsiness.”, you giggled and shrugged your shoulders.

“Good. Because otherwise I’ll have to find a new nickname for you, and I’ve grown quite fond of Bambi.”, he explained, a gentle smile now sporting his lips.

“Shut up…”, you muttered bashfully before composing yourself and taking a huge gulp of your cappuccino and a bite of your sandwich. “How was your foreign mission? Any more planned?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. And yes, always.”, he replied nonchalantly, as he leaned towards you. He had his elbow propped on his knee and slowly rested his chin on the heel of his palm, smirking smugly at you.

Two can play this game, you told yourself, mirroring him.

“And what is it you do? Mr. Over-Secretive?”, you inquired further, returning his smug expression.

“I’m an actor.”, he responded quickly, leaning back casually into the backrest of his armchair, hands placed flat on his knees.

“Oh.”, you replied, somewhat taken aback. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything before.”

“Ouch.”

“No…I didn’t mean it like that.”, you apologised immediately, leaning further forward and grabbing his hand without thinking. All Joe could do was smile down at your hand.

“It’s alright. I’ve been in a lot of period productions, and I know they are not for everyone.”, he replied, adjusting his hand in yours by lacing your fingers together.

“Yeah, they are not my cup of tea.”, you nodded, staring at your intertwined fingers before moving your eyes up to his face. “Have you been in anything else?”

“Yep.”, he replied, popping the p. “I was in the latest season of Stranger Things.”

“Wha-?”, you started, mouth agape now and eyes wide. “That’s one of my favourite TV shows. Who did you play?”

“Eddie Mun-“

“GET OUT OF HERE!”, you almost shrieked, pulling your hand away from his and clapping it over your mouth. An elderly couple two tables over glared daggers at your outburst. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to shout.”, you spoke through your fingers, muffled.

All Joe could do was laugh at your reaction. You were so bloody adorable. Especially when you started blushing as soon as you did something out of character.

“Eddie is my favourite character this season.”, you confessed, almost whispering.

“Yeah?”, he asked, giggling.

“Yeah.”, you confirmed sheepishly.

“Anyway.”, Joe continued, trying to divert the attention to something else. Something else was obviously you. “What do you do for a living?”

“It’s really not that interesting.”, you explained with a shrug. “It’s your usual boring desk job.”

“I bet it’s not as boring as you make it out to be.”, Joe spoke, an encouraging smile on his lips.

“It really is.”, you concluded with tight lips, leaving no more room for an argument. “In contrast to my job, yours is very multifaceted.”

Nodding, Joe didn’t inquire further, sensing your discomfort with the subject. You let out a shaky breath and then put on a smile again. You didn’t want to dampen the mood. Joe returned your smile and leaned forward to take your hand in his again. It was very warm whilst yours had become clammy.

"So…what do you do for fun then?”

“Well, I really, really enjoy going to the cinema to see obscure films and I love to read a book every now and then.”, you stated with a chuckled. “Oh, and I love music. I love, looove love going to concerts.”

Joe couldn’t take his eyes off you as you rambled on about your passions and favourite past times. You animatedly recounted the story of the last concert you went to, and Joe basically hung on your every word.

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Hmm...”, Joe pretended to think, putting his free hand under his chin, which made you giggle again. “I love going to the cinema, especially to study the work of other actors as well as the directors. I also like to write scripts. They’re usually silly little stories. And I love to read. Speaking of reading. I just finished the book this morning.”

“Did you? How did you like it?”

“Considering I literally devoured it between shoots, I’d say pretty good.”, he said with a chuckle, letting go of your hand to reposition himself in his armchair.

“Well, I was hoping so.”, you giggled, pulling your hand back and you crossing your legs. “Otherwise, I’d have to disband our book club.”

“Bambi, book clubs are for discussing different opinions about a book.” Joe retorted. “Disbanding it prematurely would defeat its purpose.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh.”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh uh!”

“Ugh. You’re even more annoying than my cats.”, you groaned, knowing he could go on like this forever.

“You have cats?”, he asked, his eyes widening with interest. His whole body moved forward again.

“Yep. Two little bastards.”, you replied with a chuckle. You took your phone from beside you and showed him a picture of your two fur babies. “Do you want to meet them?”

“Yes. Duh!”, he responded, immediately getting up from his armchair and pulling on his coat.

“Uhm, Joe. You still have some coffee and food left.”, you pointed out with a raised eyebrow. Joe looked down at the table and quickly downed his now cold coffee and stuffed the rest of the food into his mouth.

“Okay. Let’s go.”, he spoke again after he had swallowed everything. You were still sipping the last of your drink and wrapping your sandwich in a serviette when Joe was already halfway out of the café.

“Hey. Wait up.”

“Hurry up! I’ve got cats to meet.”

“Idiot.”, you muttered under your breath, shaking your head, grinning and following him out.

---

“Joe, you really don’t have to do this.”

You slowly climbed the stairs up to your flat, Joe beside you, hovering like a mother hen. An arm was draped around your waist. A safety precaution.

“I won’t fall down again.”

“Says you!”, he objected, jabbing a finger into your side almost causing you to lose your balance nearly missing the next step. You cursed under your breath. Why do you have to be so ticklish?

“See? You almost fell again!”, Joe pointed out the obvious, grinning like a madman. That dick knew exactly what he was doing. You responded by giving him a light shove.

“Of course I’m gonna fall if you poke me in the side, Joseph. I’m ticklish.”, you huffed, feigning annoyance.

“Good to know.”, he countered with a wink.

Rolling your eyes, you wiggled out of his grasp and took the last few steps up the stairs to the door of your flat. Joe was hot on your heels, not wanting to be left behind.

“Uhm. Just so you know. My cats are very skittish and don’t really like strangers. Please don’t be offended if they don’t come to you straight away. They’re drama queens.”, you explained before inserting the key in the lock and slowly unlocking the door.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be.”, Joe smiled at you. He leaned his arm against the wall for support as he unzipped his boots to take them off. His tongue was sticking out in concentration. It made you snort a little, because you found it very endearing.

Gently, you pushed open the door and your cats immediately greeted you. As soon as they noticed someone else was standing there, they took off. Probably hiding under your bed.

“Told you.”, you said matter-of-factly before stepping aside to let Joe in. “The living room is this way.”, you pointed in its direction, “make yourself comfortable…uhm…do you want something to drink? What do you want?”

“What do you have to offer?”, Joe asked sweetly, not yet moving.

“I have water, both still and sparkling, tea…I should have beer…”, you listed, making your way over to the kitchen to check, leaving Joe standing in your narrow hallway.

“If you’ve got beer, I’ll have one.”, Joe called, following you.

“Shit. I’m out!”, you winced lowly after rummaging through your fridge. “I do have a liquor shelf though – holy FUCK. You scared me!”

Joe was standing right behind you as you turned away from the fridge. You hand’t expected him to follow you.

“I thought you’d gone into the living room.”, you explained frowning, hand covering your chest. Your heart was racing at a thousand miles a minute.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Bambi.”, he apologised, mirroring your frown. He gently took your free hand in his and rubbed it softly to emphasise how bad he felt for scaring you.

“Alright...it’s alright.”, you murmured, slowly smiling at him and giving his hand a quick squeeze before taking yours from his grasp. “Would you like a drink instead of a beer?”

“Sure…uhm…a gin and tonic, maybe?”

“Gin and tonic coming right up.”, you announced, turning to your liquor shelf. “Go sit in the living room. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Alright.”, Joe chuckled and wandered off.

---

As you entered the living room, two gin and tonics in hand, you saw Joe coaxing Kiro over from the other side of the sofa. Your black panther of a cat was the braver of the two but totally unimpressed by Joe. The man in question clicked his tongue and stuck his pointer finger out at him.

With a low chuckle, you set the two drinks down on your coffee table and sat down in between them. Your addition to the scene awakened Kiro’s interest and he now ambled over to you and plopped himself down on your thighs.

Joe, who was now sporting a huge grin, slowly scooted closer to you and held his still outstretched forefinger directly under Kiro’s nose. The cat sniffed it and eventually gave it a lick. Joe had been approved.

Giggling, Joe moved his hand to the top of Kiro’s head and scratched it softly before pulling his hand away and grabbing his drink from the table instead. You had watched the whole interaction with a soft smile gracing your lips.

“Would you like to watch something on Netflix?”, you inquired, leaning forward carefully so as to not crush your cat, and grabbing both your drink and the remote.

“Sure. Anything obscure on there you haven’t seen?”, he asked, taking the first sip of his long drink and nodding in approval.

“Not really. I’m kind of in a mood for some nostalgic rom coms.”, you giggled as you launched the app. “I’m talking early 2000’s, baby.”

“Oookay. Whatever floats your boat.”, Joe chuckled and put his drink down again.

You chose the corniest one the streaming service had to offer, but before you hit play, you asked Joe to hand you the blankets that were draped over the settee’s armrest. Before you could drape one over yourself, Kiro jumped off your legs and sat down beside you.

“Do you want the other one?”, you asked Joe, holding it out to him.

“Sure. Thanks.”

You nodded at him as he gently pulled his blanket over his own legs.

Just as you were about to press play, Freya decided to show herself by sauntering lazily into the living room. When Joe saw her, he let out a small audible gasp. She decided to jump on the sofa, right between you and Joe. He immediately held out his hand to her as well. She sniffed it and then turned her behind to him. She opted for your legs instead.

Joe’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and you smiled at him apologetically. He just grinned and waved you off.

“She’ll get around to you…eventually.”, you promised and finally pressed play.

Less than twenty minutes into the film, Freya had had enough of your legs and moved over to Joe. There she scratched gently at the blanket. Joe looked at you with questioning eyes.

“She wants to go into the blanket cave.”, you explained. “Is that OK for you? If not, I can make one with my blanket.”

“Is that OK? Of course it’s OK!.”, Joe confirmed, face beaming and you leaned over to help him make it. Snug as a bug in a rug she now lay against Joe’s thigh, fully covered by his blanket. One of Joe’s hands was underneath the blanket as well, gently stroking her fur.

Surrounded by the warmth of two cats and a man, you grew more tired by the minute. It wasn’t even that late, only a quarter to five but your brain still hadn’t fully recovered yet and the circumstances you found yourself in didn’t really benefit your condition. You tried very hard to stay awake, but your eyes grew heavy, and your head was inching closer and closer to Joe’s shoulder, eventually landing on it.

Joe looked down at your sleeping form, moving as little as possible to make you more comfortable and not to disturb the cats. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you a little closer, so that your head rested just below his collarbone. Unconsciously, you snuggled closer to him and let out a soft sigh. Joe grinned and continued to watch the film which he hadn’t followed at all.

He let you sleep like that even after the film had ended. You were snoring softly, and he found it to be very soothing whilst he tried to solve his sudoku on his phone. 45 minutes after the credits had finished rolling, he received a text message from his manager saying he had to get up early the next day due to a spontaneous work commitment all the way up in Scotland.

Groaning at the text, he pushed himself up a little, much to Freya’s dismay who now crawled out of her cave and glared at Joe.

“I’m sorry, girl. I didn’t mean to.”, he apologised, scratching her ear. Then he gently placed the palm of his hand on your cheek.

“Bambi…wake up.”

“No…five more minutes.”, you whined and tried to swat his hand away, making Joe snort out a laugh.

“Unfortunately, I have to go. I just got a text saying that I have to get up early. I’m needed in Scotland.”, he explained, rubbing his thumb along your jaw.

You slowly opened your eyes and mumbled something about another secret mission.

“That’s right…now come on.”

He moved his hands to your arms and slowly helped you up which irritated the two fur balls even more. Kiro toddled over the sofa cushion next to Freya and lay down again with a grunt.

“You just lost at least four brownie points in their book for that rude awakening.”, you muttered with a yawn and stretching your arms over your head.

“In yours or theirs?”

“Hmm.”, was all you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’ll make it up to them.”, he grinned, gently petting them to say his goodbye. A little more awake than before, you smiled at him and made your way to the hallway to see him out.

After Joe had put on his coat and boots, he slowly turned to you.

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, Bambi.”

“Likewise.”, you retorted having grown rather fond of his silly nickname for you. Slowly, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Gently, he returned the embrace, and swayed you in his arms for a couple of moments.

Pulling back a little, you stared into his deep caramel eyes, a soft smile tickling at the corners of your lips. Smiling himself, he stared back down at you, lowering his face until you were nose to nose. Joe then gently tilted his head, brushed his nose against yours, causing you turn up your nose a slightly. Your reaction made Joe grin even wider, and you took the opportunity to close the distance, pressing your lips tenderly against his.

He immediately reciprocated the kiss and sweetly pecked your lips a few of times which made you open your mouth just a little. Taking this as an invitation to go further, Joe gently nibbled at your lips and finally captured them passionately with his.

Breathing heavily, you both reluctantly pulled away, resting your foreheads against each other. You took one hand from around his shoulders and ran your fingers delicately along your bottom lip. Both his and your cheeks were slightly rose-tinted, and Joe’s ears were glowing red. He quickly placed another soft peck to your fingertips and gingerly let go of you.

“I’ve got a train to catch.”, he whispered, and you nodded, reaching behind him to unlock the door. He took a step back into the stairwell and turned back around to where you were standing in the doorway, the blush still evident on your face. Joe took a step back towards you and gave you one final peck to your lips.

“Let’s do this again, Bambi.”, he winked, making you giggle again.

“Get home safe.”

“I will.”

“Text me?”, you inquired, crossing your arms around your middle.

“Of course.”, he promised as he descended the stairs. You watched him disappear before you opened your mouth again.

“Bye!”, you called after him.

“Bye, Bambi!”, he called back, and you eventually heard the front door slam shut far too loudly. This was in no way Joe’s fault but the doors itself. The mechanism was broken.

Turning around, you quickly closed the door and ran into your living room to look out the window. You caught him just in time to see him disappear around the corner. Smiling to yourself, you touched your lips again. Your smile turned into a snort and finally into a full laugh.

Oh, you so were gonna do this again.

The End

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