#joseph quinn was playing for romance

[coldgpa]

Ok but I just wanna say Joseph Quinn's acting here... I feel like I can literally see Eddie's nervousness at interacting with steve. How he messes with his hands and keeps glancing over to gauge steves reactions.

You can literally see his character THINKING and contemplating about getting into Steve's face before he commits to it

And I just love that we see him just give a satisfied full blown smile at making steve get nervous, like he got the reaction he wanted to. Like...? This is what's happening in this scene and people still dont think eddie had some kind of a crush on steve?

#stranger things #steddie #like god this scene alone was enough to make me completely reevaluate all their other scenes together #before this scene i hadnt even considered them #and then i was like... holy shit #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #like i dont get how someone could watch this scene and not immediately think it gave gay vibes #joseph quinn was playing for romance #the guy is gay. just is #the proof is jist the goddamn show #also the fact that steve is straight up giggling about another man getting up in his space? no str8 nan is reacting like that #analysis

[bree-cheesy]

Forbidden Pleasure

Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

A/N: So here I am with another fic after like almost a month. Sorry y'all. I get excited to write for like a week then don't want to for a month. Hope I make up for my absence. And I hope you guys like the fic. Took me a lot of effort to make honestly.

SIDE NOTE: Messed something up so I had to delete and repost! Sorry!!

Credit to @nowadayz for the gif

Warnings: SMUT 18+!!! Minors just go away. (dirty talk, mutual pining, intense kissing, slight sub and dom themes but only if you squint, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming mentions, finger sucking.) Some fluff, co-star friends to lovers, not very plot heavy, reader and Joseph practice kissing for a scene. No use of Y/N. Think that's it. It's not proof read either.

Word Count: 2093

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Joseph was your costar. You both were starring in a romance movie about two ex lovers. They were separated when they went to college and recently ran into each other when your character got a new job in the character’s old town. It was pretty cliche, but it was your first film you were starring in so you were excited. Joseph played the love interest. It was your first film where you had to act out a sex scene. You were so unprepared. It’s not like you’ve never been with someone intimately, but acting a sex scene was so much different then actually having sex.

Joseph was nothing, but kind to you about the whole thing. He knew you were nervous about it and was super supportive. He was nervous himself because he was too afraid to admit he was attracted to you. He was head over heels for you almost. He wanted to make the whole scene perfect for you because he had a small amount of hope something would happen between you both. He would have to wait to say anything until filming was ended because you both could be kicked from the movie. He didn’t want that for you.

You were in your trailer, preparing for the scene. It was only you and Joseph and the filming crew on set that day, but you were still nervous. What if you were bad at it? What if you forgot to brush your teeth beforehand? Thoughts were zooming through your head so bad that you almost missed the knock on your trailer door. You got up and opened the door. Joseph was standing there.

“Oh, hey Joe.” You let him in and shut the door behind him. Your palms felt sweaty around him. He was hard to be around. It was almost intimidating.

“Hey, just thought I’d check on you before the scene. See how you’re feeling.” Joseph ran his hand through his hair and gave you a weak smile. Even if the smile was fake, it was still beautiful. God, that smile. It was something you saw in your mind at almost every waking moment. Completely tormenting you all day every day. Everything about it was perfect. Not to mention his eyes. Goddamn he was just a beautiful man. “Hey, you there?”

You shook out of your thoughts and looked up at him, gulping nervously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m nervous honestly.” You walked back to the desk you were at and sat down. “Scared I’ll do bad. Haven’t really had very many praises on my kissing skill in my life.” Joseph looked at you confused. You shook your head. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.”

Joseph sat down on your couch in the corner, sitting back and manspreading in a way that made chills go down your spine. You usually hated when men did that. Why is it so attractive when he does it? “I understand. I haven’t necessarily had complaints about my skills, but it’s different in front of a camera. Always a little nerve wracking.” He smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially when the girl you’re kissing is pretty.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes, peeking at the time on your phone. “It’s no secret that people don’t want me to do this movie. There have been complaints since before we started filming. One little mess up and I’m fucked, Joe.” You groaned and held your head in your hands. Joseph rolled his eyes.

“Don’t even worry about that. You’re gonna do fine.” Joseph looked at you, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. It was a stretch so he was scared to even ask the question, but you looked desperate. “Uhm, we could practice.” You looked up at him confused. Practice? Practice what? Fake sex?

“Practice?” You asked, still terribly confused.

“Yeah, like practice kissing or something. Like, if you’re so worried you’ll mess it up, we can practice to see how we work together.” He shrugged and sat forward a little. “In my opinion, it’s worth a shot.”

You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks heating up. Kissing Joe out of character? What was he thinking? This is dangerous. Who knows what would happen between you two? The attraction between you two was undeniable. The kiss could spark something dangerous. Something forbidden. “A-Are you sure?” Your voice was meek and shaky.

He nodded and stood up. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Not gonna force you to do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, standing up in front of him. “Look, you set the pace. If that means I don’t touch you, or if there's no tongue, I don’t care. All up to you. I want you to be comfortable.” He looked so kind and gentle. You are lost now. Unable to let the chance of feeling his lips not in front of a camera pass up. It was a need. Not a want. A need. A need clawing at your insides that was getting almost too much to handle.

“U-Uhm, okay.” you gulped nervously and he smiled.

“Okay, what’s the rules then, m’lady.” He held his hands out like one of those wooden dummies you’d draw. “Guide my hands wherever.” You pouted a little and gently took his hands, putting them on your waist. Seemed like a secure spot. He’d have a grip on you in case the kissing was just too much and you passed out.

His hands flexed against your waist, aching to slide under your t-shirt so he could feel your skin. He needed more, but he was going to stay true to his word. The pace of this was up to you. He looked down at you with such patience that it almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet. You usually were not the kind to want to bend at every command a man gave, but for him, you’d do almost anything. His head went down a little, just to get closer so it wasn’t awkward trying to start the kiss. His breath gently fanned against your lips. It smelled minty with a slight hint of cigarettes. It was sinful.

Gently, you pressed your lips to his. His hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist and you stepped closer. Mentally cursing at yourself for kissing like a scared teenager, you deepened it ever so slightly. Both your eyes fluttered shut, noses bumping a little. He couldn’t stop himself. Your lips were just too soft. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder against yours and you let out a soft whimper, pressing more against him. He wouldn’t go too far. Not unless you did. He felt your tongue gently swipe his bottom lip and he opened on a sigh, hugging his arms around your waist.

Reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss turned sloppy. Hot and wet. Teeth clashing. It was primal. A need deep down in the both of coming out after one simple kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed you up against the wall, slotting his mouth hard over yours. You were so fucked. So absolutely mega fucked. He tasted like pure sin. Better than anything you could’ve imagined.

His hands went down to your ass and squeezed softly, groaning and slotting his thigh between your legs, making your knees buckle and fall into him. His hands went down your belly and roughly unbuttoned your jeans. You wiggled your hips slightly as he stuck his hand inside, welcoming the gesture with open arms. His fingers slid to your aching pussy which was now completely soaked. It always was when you thought about him.

“Fuck… so wet…” Joseph groaned into your mouth and moved down to kiss your neck. His fingers found your clit in record time and you moaned a little louder than intended. Just as he was about to go further, your phone rang. He gasped and pulled away. You scrambled to grab the phone and looked at the contact. It was the producer. He was calling you to get ready for the scene. Joseph fixed his clothes and you hastily buttoned your pants back up. No words were spoken between you two and you both awkwardly walked to hair and makeup.

--2 hours later--

The tension was sizzling between you two after the scene. Everyone could tell, but no one was going to say anything. As you got back to your apartment that night, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Joe. You bit your lip nervously and looked at it.

Joey: You better open your front door.

Confused, you opened it and were met with Joseph standing there, out of breath and holding onto the doorframe. Before you could get a word in, he rushed at you, kissing you with such urgency you'd 've been convinced the world was ending. You weren’t going to stop it, though. His hands ripped your shirt and pants off before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. Your ass landed in his lap facing away from him. You took a deep and much needed breath. You hadn’t really gotten one since he tackled you.

He kissed your neck while you shimmed your panties down your legs. His hand went between your thigh and he groaned into your ear. “God, the most perfect pussy…” His middle and ring finger slipped through your soaking folds making you whine and squirm in his lap. He lightly slapped your thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

You nodded and whimpered softly, lolling your head back against his shoulder. He gently rubbed your clit, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, slowly making you come undone. You felt his hard on growing under your ass, making it so hard to not wiggle against it. His fingers were so gentle and talented. Your body quivered against his chest, breath coming out in hard pants. “Joseph… I need.. please!” You whimpered, feeling yourself getting close.

“Cum for me, baby… I want to see it.” he slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, his thumb working against your clit in time with his finger’s thrusts. You felt yourself squeeze around his fingers, Joseph whispering encouragements into your ear. Finally, you cried out and came hard around his finger. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against your lips. You sucked on it obediently, wanting to please him. He reached down between you two and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his aching cock out.

“Joseph… please….” You whined, wiggling against his cock. You just wanted him inside you. He wouldn’t even have to move, just put it inside you and let you warm his cock. Anything for him. He gently lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out so good. It was a little painful, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a forbidden feeling running through your whole body. Without even thinking, you started bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t even something you knew you were doing.

He grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his cock, grunting and groaning. Your moans echoed through your apartment, a beautiful song only you two would be able to make. You pressed your palms on his knees and rode him harder, whining and moaning, your eyes shutting at his tip pressed against the spot inside you that made you weak.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock… Use it, baby…” Joseph slapped your ass, making you yelp and go faster, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Joseph moved his hips up against yours, meeting your thrusts and driving you wild. He felt your pussy walls clench around his cock and gritted his teeth. “S-So tight…” Joseph stuttered out.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Joe-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming hard for the second time. Joseph groaned and felt his release snap, filling you up. You fell back against his chest, your breath coming out shaky and hard. Your eyes shut and your hand went back to behind his head, snaking your fingers through his curls. He breathed heavily and gently lifted you off his cock, setting you back down on his lap, too tired to get up. Turning his arms, you snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. He just hugged you close and shut his eyes.

It was a forbidden thing for the two of you. No one would know until they had to. Forbidden, but so amazing. Forbidden pleasure.

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[thefrontofmymind]

Hi, I really like your Joseph Quinn stories! I would like to request a story where Joseph and the reader are both famous but they are trying to keep their relationship lowkey and private. So the reader is asked on the late late show with James Corden and everything goes really smoothly until they start playing spill your guts and James asks something like "there's been some photos with you and a certain someone" (then a picture of you and Joe getting ice cream and him hugging you from behind goes up) "is it true that you are dating?" and then she admits it because she can't eat whatever disgusting food James picked for her :D Really like this idea, hope you can write it! Thank you!

Salmon Smoothie; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: i have this idea for Joseph x costar reader fic. They've been dating ever since season 4 started shooting but they're really private so only family and friends and costars know about them. They're doing an interview and maybe Noah like accidentally almost spills that they're together so the internet goes wild and starts speculating. something funny and cute

a/n: hope its alright i combined these two requests and changed them around a bit!!! loved them both and i thought they'd work well together! thank you for reading <33

SYNOPSIS: Reader plays Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts on the Late Late Show and has to hide their relationship with Joe

WARNINGS: just gross food, and like a little bit of kissing and that's it

Your romance with Joe most certainly took you by surprise. At a time when you felt most alone–isolated like the rest of the world, he came into your life and swept you off your feet. 

You’d met filming the fourth season of Stranger Things, of which you were a recurring cast member while Joe was a newbie. There was an immediate…fascination, you’d say, from the moment you’d locked eyes at the first table read back at the beginning of 2020. It was new, exciting, and then you didn’t see each other for months while the world went into an all-encompassing health emergency. Though you never forgot about that Englishman with the big brown eyes and the winning smile.

When you were finally allowed to come in to actually film the season, your infactuation remained–thank fuck for that, you thought. You felt grateful that a good portion of your scenes were with Joseph so you were able to spend as much time as you could with him–chatting in between takes and grabbing dinner together after a long, hard day of work.

You’d decided quite early on not to act on your crush on him, it was frankly quite unprofessional and you’d hate to make him uncomfortable–as you’d grown to become quite good friends in the short time you’d been filming, it would kill you to lose that over a passing fancy.

So Joe was the one to make the first move–unknown to you, he was in the exact same position. He thought of you like the sun that lit up a part of his life that had been quite difficult, between the stress of the world, the lack of acting jobs popping up because of said worldwide situation, and simply his loneliness during it all, he was in a pit that you’d dove into to pull him out of. It was pure admiration for you on his end, and that quickly turned into desire, and it was beginning to eat away at him.

He decided to make the move in your trailer, so that way if you reacted negatively he’d be able to leave you and never speak to you again, if that was what you wished. He wished he could’ve had a shot of something before he sat you down with the preface that he ‘had something very important to tell you’.

“So we’ve become very close-uh-recently,” he started, both of you sitting on the sofa in your trailer at the end of the day, back in your regular clothes, but still with the heavy-duty makeup for the cameras on your face. “And I just wanted to tell you…”

He paused, and it felt like a thousand years between the two breathes he took to ease himself into it. You were worried you’d done something wrong, that you’d upset or offended him somehow or he was going to tell you something horrible–you could feel your heart rate begin to elevate.

“I admire you so much, not just as an actor, like the way you’ve been bringing the scripts to life this season has been an honour to watch and work with you….” he rambled before stopping again. He really should’ve written a few dot points to keep him on track. “I’m just…infatuated with you. As more than a friend. And I can’t go through life without telling you because it’s killing me and-”

“Joe?” you interrupted him, cutting him off. You didn’t quite know what to say, so you leant forward, pressing your lips to his. He put his arms around your waist and slightly pulled you onto his lap, before pulling away, smirking into the kiss, still.

“So you feel the same way?” he asked.

“If you have to ask, I don’t know what to tell you,” you joked, earning a small chuckle from him, still with his arms around you so you were right against him. “I like you, Joseph Quinn.”

“I love when you call me ‘Joseph’.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little as he pulled you in for another kiss–the air between you settled and you couldn’t deny how right it felt.

You were lucky there was already a couple in the cast of Stranger Things in Natalia and Charlie, there was a precedent, so you felt almost immediately prepared to let your relationship known to the rest of the cast–after a few weeks of keeping it to yourselves, of course, just to test the waters.

After filming ended, yourself and Joseph went back home, you met each others’ families and friends soon enough, and you felt like any other couple for a time, as hidden from public life as any other regular couple.

That was until the lead-up of the new season, which meant press, and public appearances, and interviews, and the cast being as active as ever on social media. It put you and Joe on edge, you loved being able to love each other without having to deal with any kind of pressure from the media and general public–you were glad you could go out grocery shopping together and no one would really be any wiser to the fact that the two of you met and started dating on the set of one of the biggest television shows this decade.

You’d both been media trained to help with hiding spoilers and whatnot, as well as the rest of the cast, but you still had the feeling that the thread was being primed to pull, and everything was getting closer and closer to unravelling.

It truly didn’t surprise you when it was Noah who let it slip–accidentally alluding to two relationships in the cast, one known and one unknown. With a little bit of sleuthing, fans had begun suspecting that you and Joe were together–the two of you were always very close and were out and about together frequently and somehow they’d manage to find a couple of blurry pictures from inside the season 4 Premiere of you and Joe standing very close, hands intertwined and faces a mere few inches away from each other.

Joe convinced you it would be okay. “They don’t know for sure! We can just deny, deny, deny… And it’ll all be okay, I promise,” he said, as he held you–shaking with anxiety after a particularly bad downward spiral over it.

And it was fine for a few weeks, neither of you mentioned it, Noah also hadn’t said anything, and the rumours began to die down. That was until you were set to appear on the Late Late Show with James Corden to promote Volume 2, including what would be a fun game of Spill Your Guts.

The lights were very bright, which made you begin to sweat–not to be confused with the sweat from your nervous state of mind over the possibility of having to eat cod sperm or something else horrible.

The game began as normal, with James explaining the rules before moving onto the selection of ‘food' on the table in between the two of you; bull penis, salmon smoothie, cow tongue, water beetle, bird saliva, and fish eye. 

You did alright to begin with, avoiding eating the cow tongue by telling James about the time you accidentally poured a drink on Taika Watiti at the Oscars and skipping the bird saliva by half-heartedly ranking your Stranger Things cast members’ music, while making James eat the bull penis and the water beetle.

“Okay this is the last question, ladies and gentlemen,” Jame began, looking to the table. “And I think I’ll let you finish with a….salmon smoothie.”

The stench hit you before you could fully comprehend James’ choice, you couldn't help but gag a little bit. James picked up the final question card, silently reading it to himself, before letting out a menacing chuckle, causing the audience to laugh.

“You may be aware of a rumour your fellow castmate Noah Schnapp started a few weeks ago…” Oh here we go. “That there are two different couples in the Stranger Things cast. Now, we know of Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton, who have been together since 2016-”

“Very cute couple..” you cut in, trying not to let the anxiety you were feeling show on your face, that was as good as letting the whole can of worms out.

“Yes, but the other couple is unknown. There’s been photos-lots of photos-of you and Joseph Quinn, who plays Eddie this season, out and about and seeming very close. It’s a simple question, are you and Joseph together?”

You felt like everything slowed as you thought over your response. You could no longer hear the audience, nor the band beginning to play tense music. You felt bad lying and denying, you couldn’t confirm either…

“Well…Joseph is just such a talented actor and we grew quite close over filming the season…so…” You quickly grabbed the glass and took a hearty sip of the smoothie, immediately regretting it, eliciting a cheer from the crowd as you swallowed and opened your mouth as proof. You gagged slightly.

James couldn’t stop cackling as he ended the segment, telling the cameras that they’d ‘be right back’ with a wink.

A troupe of AD’s dressed in all black approached the table and began disassembling it during the break, while you were corralled to the sofa to get ready for the interview portion of the show. You knew your phone was placed behind the sofa, so you quickly fetched it when you had a spare second to send Joe a text message, wracked with a feeling of guilt for fueling the fire.

‘Hi love, filmings going well but i maaayyy have neither confirmed nor denied the RUMOUR and im shitting it a bit….sorry baby i wasnt thinking xoxo’

You received a reply almost immediately–thankfully since you knew you would have a hard time getting through the interview without speaking to Joe first, to ease your worries if nothing else.

‘Oh darling, dont worry about it! i LOVE you and people can say whatever tf they want it doesnt change that i bagged the hottest piece on the face of the planet xxx’

You laughed at his response, he always knew how to cheer you up and make you feel relaxed. The cameras and microphone operators began getting prepared as James made his way to the small stage to sit behind his desk.

“Who’s got you all giggly and flustered, eh?” he asked, looking over his palm cards and getting comfortable in his seat.

“Oh, just this guy I’ve been seeing…” you teased.

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[evans-heaven]

Feelings; Joseph Quinn

Part 2 of Touch!!! I cannot thank y’all enough for the response on that fic. I never used to get that many notes on my writing in the past, so to have it happen is just the best. Anyway, you and Joe confess your obvious feelings for one another in this one, but not before a little self indulgence on my part lmao. Prepare for a repost if this doesn’t show up in his tags like last time bc tumblr is a mess.

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Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, pining, FLUFF, touching (a lot, seriously,) reader is an overthinker but that’s okay, subpar written confession because I’m burnt out y’all, unedited for now

WC: 2.5k

Ever since the D&D game video dropped, Stranger Things’ corner of the internet remained a complete and utter mess. It graduated from the YouTube comments to damn near everywhere else. Wherever you turned on any social media app, there was a TikTok edit, a Twitter thread, a YouTube compilation, or a link to a Cosmo article, all about your moments with Joseph, which happened on camera. Things were already pretty hectic with the events and ships happening within the show, but when speculation grew of a romance happening outside of the show, well, the public took it and ran with it. 

Things between you and Joseph stayed relatively the same, platonically attached. It was as though millions of people weren’t talking about how ‘obviously into each other’ you two were, granted he even knew about that. Nothing changed for you personally, either. It wasn’t like you were unaware of your growing feelings for Joseph before people started noticing. Your racing heart and unstoppable smile whenever he laid a gentle hand on you, or was simply just around you, was enough of a giveaway to yourself.

One thing was for certain though, you weren’t going to say anything. You felt like you had done a pretty decent job keeping your feelings masked. You had a good, comfortable thing with Joseph going. You felt secure around him-content. Nothing should have to ruin that. Keeping quiet and convincing yourself he didn’t feel the way you did was the best option. Plus, dating co-stars was a big, fat ‘no’ in Hollywood. A somewhat outdated rule, sure, but you intended to adhere to it.

No matter how hard it was starting to become.

And you were reminded of just how hard it would be, by your current situation.

The two of you laid in your room in your Los Angeles apartment, Top Gun playing on the television across from your bed. Joseph was propped up against the quilted headboard, his arm securely around your body as your head laid on his chest. 10 minutes prior, he noticed you were nodding off and opened his arms in a wordless invitation-like always.

“You’re not mad this is putting me to sleep?” you had asked, halfway smirking. You burrowed your head into his plaid shirt, the smell of his cologne flooding your nose.

“Why would it?,” he asked, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. 

“Well, it was my idea to watch this movie,” you said. He had been begging you to go see Top Gun: Maverick with him since it came out, and you agreed, though you wanted to watch the original first. So, you made a night out of it, and about two hours prior, he showed up to your door with kettle corn and sour skittles, and you supplied the wine and pizza. 

He was particularly excited about the latter. Even if it had been a few years since he had to give up pizza to lose weight for Eddie, he still felt like he had to make up for all the lost pie. He immediately dug in, and you remembered swiping away some sauce from the side of his mouth with your thumb, which he had swiftly licked clean for you. 

That, you blamed on the wine.

“True,” he admitted, fingers crawling down to your rib cage, making you shiver a bit. “But I’m not going pass up on the opportunity to hold you,”

You couldn’t reply when he had said that, you just remained completely still and quiet. Though, the tingling in your cheeks at his words indicated that you were not as unbothered as you wanted to seem. 

It wasn’t a secret that the two of you loved each other’s embrace, though neither of you had ever said it outloud, either, at least to one another. The only time you could remember was one time on set when, during a break, you had your arms wrapped around Joseph’s shoulders while he sat in a director’s chair, his fingers laced with yours as you spoke. Gaten jokingly made a comment about your constant attachment to each other, and Joseph had simply said, “I rather enjoy that constant attachment.”

A photo of the two of you in that position was posted on the Stranger Things instagram story, along with various other BTS photos. It was only the back of you, but, like any other relationship speculation, it was all anyone needed to turn an inch into a mile. God forbid two friends hold each other in a way that is actually very platonic, thank you very much.

Joseph’s hand dragged down further, meeting your hip, dangerously close to your backside, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“You fall asleep on me, love?” he asked, and you quickly recovered from his previous words, his actions, and his pet name for you, and shook your head lightly. 

“No, I wanna at least wait for the movie to….,” you trailed off, looking up at the screen to see the end credits rolling. “...end,” you deadpanned. You didn’t realize that much time had passed. “So much for that,” you shrugged.

Joseph chuckled as you stretched across him to grab the remote, and switched the TV off. You got up and began gathering the dirty dishes-the plates, wine glasses and the popcorn bowl. You made your way to the kitchen and heard his footsteps coming after you. 

You began loading the dishwasher when he spoke. “Did you enjoy it, at least?” he asked.

“I enjoyed seeing a young Tom Cruise,” you laughed, and it was true. That was the only thought you remembered having, that 23 year old Tom was hot. Deuxmoi asshole allegations be damned.

“Fair enough,” he said, and you heard the teasing edge in his voice. “I’d love to stay and have a one-sided conversation about the movie, but I should get going, I have a meeting in the morning,” he said. You turned around and saw he leant against the counter, arms crossed.

You smiled, ignoring his little dig at you, knowing it wasn’t serious. “Ooh, is that face gonna grace the TV screen again soon?” you teased. You were a little disappointed, though, almost wishing you had fallen asleep. He always stayed over when you did, mostly because he’d doze off shortly after you. 

He chuckled and shook his head, stepping forward, arms opening. “Maybeeee,” he drew out his answer as you happily walked into his embrace, arms locking around his torso. One of his arms wrapped around your body, the other held the back of your head, pressing your face into his collarbone. 

It didn’t matter how many times you had been in his arms, the goodbye hugs always made your nerves explode the most. The two of you always embraced like the other was going on a month long trip to a place with no wifi, cell or postal service. 

The two of you loosened the embrace after what felt like forever, but your arms hung around each other still. “You know I really would stay if I could,” he said, taking your chin in his grip.

“I know,” you nodded. “But, you have casting directors to wow in the morning,” you smiled.

“Let’s hope I do,” he replied, grinning. “Have a good night, babes,” he muttered, staring down at you intensely.

“You too,” you said back just as softly, butterflies flittering in your stomach.

When you thought he’d turn away and leave, his hold on your chin remained, his hanging mouth open as though there was more he wanted to say. The words, however, seemed to die on his tongue. His large brown eyes examined your face, quivering as they did.

“You good, Joe?” you asked, tilting your head.

He hesitated, literally freezing up for a second, before he snapped out of…whatever it was, and shook his head. “Yeah, I’m alright. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he mumbled out quickly. He released you entirely and speed walked towards the door, sliding out quickly as you looked at him in confusion. The door closed behind him, quiet harshly.

“Okay, then,” you said to yourself as you stood there, staring at the brown wooden surface.

Did he just shut your own door in your face?

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You hadn’t mulled over Joseph’s odd little moment before he left for too long. It was after 1 AM and you were too tired to overthink about that man. You hopped in the bath for a quick shower, changed into some lacey pajamas and crawled back into bed.

You were making yourself comfortable when the sound of rapid knocking on your front door made you jolt up. Before you could wonder who the hell was showing up at your door in the middle of the night, the knocks became more insistent. You threw the comforter off your body and got out of bed, making your way towards the door, turning the living room light on. The rapid fists landing against the door made it vibrate, and you knew you weren’t the only one it woke up. You expected a complaint from the Karen next door in the morning.

You unlocked the door, surprise replacing your annoyance as you saw it was Joseph, looking frantic, leaning against the door frame, supported by his forearm.

“Joe? Did you forget so-” you began, but he cut you off.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, looking into your eyes. His own held a look of desperation within them.

“Okay….,” you said, stepping out of the way so he could enter. He walked in slowly, hands rubbing nervously at his jeans. You heard him let out a couple of heavy breaths.

“Wanna sit down, have some water?” you offered. It had been a while since he left at first, and from the looks of it, he obviously ran back here to tell you whatever it is he had to tell you.

“No, no, I just…have to get this out,” he turned to face you, visibly hyping himself up, and any tiredness you had began to fizzle out, because this was obviously eating at him. Your brain began to swarm with the possibilities of what he could be wanting to tell you, trying and failing to ignore the negative, outrageous shit that your anxious mind conjured up.  For some reason you began to think he was going to tell you to fuck off of and that your little relationship was stifling and burdensome.

Fuck you, anxiety.

He put you out of your misery, somewhat, when he started talking, the words tumbling out rapidly. “Okay, so, I’ve been trying to come up with an entire plan on how I would do this, what I would say, when I would say it. I’ve felt this way for three years now and it’s killing me to keep it to myself any longer-”

You furrowed your brows, and held up a hand to stop him. “Joe, slow down-”

“-and now, here I am trying to spill my guts to you in the middle of the night after running back here, looking like a proper idiot, and you’re probably wondering ‘what the fuck is wrong with him’-”

“Joe, can you-”

“-and I’m wondering if this was a mistake, should I not have listened to those comments on YouTube I spent hours reading, talking about the way you look at me, maybe it give me wasted hope, am I about to ruin everything between us because you won’t feel the same way I do,”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t try to stop him again, because you physically felt frozen.

He breathed in, his chest puffing out. “But I just need,” he stressed, “To let you know this. It’s become physically painful to be around you and hold it in now,”

A beat or two of silence passed as the two of you just looked at each other, you with anticipation, him with determination. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he finished breathily.

And just like that, a moment you could only dream of in recent years, was finally happening. Your eyes were still wide, but a smile pulled at your lips, your gaze unwavering.

“From that first table read, I loved how easily we clicked, even if you seemed so shy at first, but I love how vivacious you became. I love how close we got, and how that closeness just increased by thousands,” he uttered, he took a step towards you, but he paused again. 

You began walking toward him, face relaxing. He continued.

“I love how much we make each other laugh even when whatever it was, wasn’t that funny. I love movie nights with you, even though you never stay awake long enough for them. I love how I feel like I can tell you anything, even when I get scared and ramble way too much, like I did just now,” he paused and chuckled as you stopped dead in front of him, a good inch between you. You looked up at him, lips folded in, eyes searching his face, waiting for him to finish.

He laid a large palm on your cheek, thumb resting at the corner of your mouth. “I love your beautiful fucking face, and this goddamn smile,”

He dropped his hand and took yours with it, lacing your fingers together and looked at the entanglement for a second. He squeezed your hand, fingers pressing into the back of it, almost like he wanted to ground himself and make sure this was actually happening. 

“I love how it feels when we touch each other, and I don’t know if you’ve felt it too, but its literally the best fucking feeling in the world to me,” he spoke. 

Oh, you felt it too, alright.

“And it's what told me the most, that I was absolutely, undoubtedly, 100%, in love with you,” by the tone of his voice and finality within it, you knew he was done.

You realized you had become numb to any nerves you thought you would feel during a moment like this. You thought your heart would beat so fast your body would tremble, and you would’ve choked on your own words so badly it would hurt. Somehow, hearing his confession gave you the assurance you needed in yourself, and you didn’t doubt him for a second. Your overthinking ceased in its entirety. You nearly regretted driving yourself crazy trying to suppress your feelings. He was here, in front of you, telling you how you felt, echoing every word you ever wanted to say to him. 

Your sudden boost of confidence led you to take charge of the next move. You undid your hand from his, and draped your arms around his neck.

“You done?” you asked, beginning to lean in slowly.

His hands gripped at your waist, tugging you closer, almost desperately. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“You sure?” you asked, lips so close to his that a soft breeze could bring them together.

“Yeah,” he practically whined.

“Good,” your voice came out barely audible.

And without another word, you pressed your lips to his own, pouring in every inkling that you could, that you felt the same way about him.

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I’m sorry for leaving y’all hanging there at the end, but I wanted to leave the rest of the night open for interpretation😙 I am also, like I said in the warnings, burnt out 😅 so this will most likely be last fic for a while, at least until volume 2 comes out. But thank you Eddie and Joseph for reminding me how much I love writing. I’ve missed this shit so much lol.

Hope you all enjoyed💕

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn

[unabashednightmarepizza]

i have a request for joseph! Maybe where reader notices chrissy and eddie stuff and gets weirded out ykwim then joseph comforts them?

I Would Always Answer You | Joseph Quinn x Reader

"Chrissy and Eddie had such potential :("

"In another life, they'll meet again and live happily forever..."

" I wanna see the actors playing in a romance movie together so badly..."

Closing the phone while sighing heavily, you could feel a great headache start to appear. Having been on your phone for the most part of the day while also working on your computer made your eyes burn and get itchy like hell and seeing all those comments about your boyfriend and the person you come to call your friend was... exhausting.

You knew it was out of their control and that fans loved to ship actors and characters together but still, seeing people make all those edits made you feel just a little bit insecure. Grace was an amazing woman, who had a great sense of humor and wittiness and was a great friend who always hanged out with you whenever one of you had some time and for that, you didn't want to feel anything bad about her. I mean, the edits are hella cool and seeing people love his character, something he worked hard for, couldn't be more source of pride but...

Flinching at the sound of keys, you rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tiredness and went to kitchen to take a painkiller so that your sweet boyfriend wouldn't see you so down and wouldn't make a fuss. Smiling to yourself while chunking down a glass full of water, you thought about the first time you two had your date. Unfortunately, it was the middle of winter in England which meant a runny nose and a fever for you.

Remembering how you called him and cried to him since you couldn't come to the place you promised to and thought that he would hate you, you were quite surprised when he asked you for your adress and stood in front of your door with everything you could need. Apologizing to him nonstop while he was helping you eat something, you knew he was the right man when he gave you that wide, dimpled smile.

"It's okay! The main purpose is to spend time together, no? And we're exactly doing it! So would you like to watch something?"

Feeling two arms wrap around your waist thightly and sway you, you smiled at the ticklish sensation on your neck when he smooched you. Turning in his arms and hitting his chest playfully, you kissed his lips deeply and he smiled at you and your disheveled self.

He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your tired yet shiny eyes, and the look of love you held at the sight of him that wasn't so different. Shooting had been hard these days, especially when he had to go without seeing you and your kids, a. k.a the cats and puppy, for several days. He never thought that his heart would skip several beats at the mere sight of your laughing form, or how you would call him all the time despite probably wanting to just sleep and how you would always pick up the phone even if it was the middle of the night. He smiled at you and kissed the top of your head before preparing to make you some coffee when a memory had hit him.

The memory when he knew that you were the one.

He just finished his scenes and was ready to just return to his trailer and call you before sleeping himself and probably dreaming of you. He grumbled under his breath when he remembered a particular blonde teasing him for being so "whipped" for you. He couldn't help himself, he never thought someone would care for him as much as he cared for them. He dated before sure, but he never felt the so-called butterflies or sweat building on his body out of sweet nerves whether you'd like the outfit he chose or not...

With all of those thoughts inside his mind, he literally ran to his trailer and threw himself on the bed after grabbing his phone and dialing your number. Laying on the soft bed with your shirt- techinically his but since you always wore it, it smelled like you- he nervously waited for you to pick up and greet him with your usual love-filled voice...

He didn't expect it to be groggy though.

Concern evident in his voice, he leaned on the headboard of the bed and threw the blanket over his feet.

"Darling? Are you okay..? I can call later if you-"

"No, no... I was waiting for you to call, JoJo..."

Widening his eyes at your new nickname for him, he suddenly couldn't breathe and grabbed his chest thightly at the sudden course of love he felt for you. He could die as a happy man at hearing the most adorable mumble he had ever heard and he wouldn't even complain. Grinning sheepishly at himself, he couldn't help but ask in wonder.

"You... What time is it there? Oh God, I interrupted your sleep! I'm sorry darling..."

"No... That's okay.... I didn't plan on sleeping before hearing your voice... It's quite soft and raspy, it makes falling asleep easier for me..."

"So how was the filming? Did something interesting happen?"

Shaking his head at your voice, he smiled and gave the cup he prepared for both of you, leaning on the counter which made you swoon inside.

"Nothing. What did you do today hmm, sweet thing? You seemed a bit... troubled..."

Gnawing at your lips anxiously, you scolded yourself for being so obvious. Looking at his soft features, you looked at the ground which made him raise a brow in question. Taking slow steps to him, you looked up at his frowning face and dived right into his chest. Stumbling back a bit, he put the mug down and wrapped his arms around you. Gazing down at your face which was snuggling itself into him more, he pat your head worriedly.

" Darling, what's going on? You're worrying me?"

"Nothing, just... I saw some things on the net but it's not that important..."

Frowning even more, he knew that people on the net could make one question their self-worth and he didn't want you to feel bad about yourself, someone who was beyond sweet and kind to everyone.

Before he could open his mouth, he felt your voice vibrating on his chest which made him chuckle.

"It's not what you think it is, Jo... It's just... People apparently think you and Grace are the heavenly match, that's all. And don't get me wrong, I don't blame neither of you! It's just weird you know? Her character is like 16-17 and yours is 20-21 and yeah, you two have great chemistry but-"

"Love, you started rambling again..."

Shutting your mouth immediately, Joseph sighed tiredly at the people who made you question yourself and was ready to give them a piece of his mind.

"My love, you know that there would never be something like that, right? I'm sorry if I couldn't show you this, since especially I can't be with you like I used to but I can talk with those people if you wish."

Him and blaming himself for your insecurities again, you thought while giving a sad smile at him. Bless his precious soul...

"I know, I know... Don't worry, though I'm mostly weirded out like can you believe that they're shipping a minor and an adult together? Sure you two looked cute in that scene but the roasting we did with Grace was amazing! And to be honest I didn't even get sad over it since the little shit that's our cat fought with me for the bed! I throw him down, he comes and hiss at me! I give him the bed but he jumps at me to come and licks my face harshly! Look at the attitude!"

Laughing at your irritated face when talking about the cat you two owned, he gathered you in his arms and went to the living room and put a romantic comedy on to watch while still caressing your body everywhere. Still munching on snack furiously, you continued to ramble about his "handsome face and precious eyes".

"You don't even know what's going on the net! People are crazy for both you and Eddie, writing fanfics and making edits! I can't help but get jealous, because they're so talented! But the imagination the authors have scare me a bit... And the filthy smuts they write..."

Raising a brow at you and your blushing face, he smirked at you coyly since he knew what "smut" meant and slipping the fact that you've been reading them, he attacked your neck with kisses while giving light chuckles.

Giggling at his ticklish kisses, you played with his curls, feeling grateful to have such a man with yourself. Looking at you with adoration after his attack, he cupped your cheek and laid you down on the couch, laying some of his weight on you, movie long forgotten already at the lust in your bodies.

After showing you his love with everything inside him, the pantings, whispers of love and screaming, he looked at your sleeping form next to him and then at his coat hanging next to the door which held the ring he had chosen for you, in hopes that you'd answer his question to be together forever "yes".

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[munson-blurbs]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

thank you @reidsbtch for tagging me!

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: eddie x bookworm!reader romance novel smut

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: rockstar!eddie jerkin it to fan!reader

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: argyle x hippie!reader idiots in love

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: hidden in plain sight (escaped convict!eddie x innocent!reader)

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: trapped under ice ch. 1 (single dad!eddie x teacher!reader)

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: immaculate misconception (rockstar!eddie x religious!reader--based on a conversation with @offensiunculae)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: steeb harrington--only by request

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: edward philbert munson

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: i never say never because i'm the girly who wrote ted wheeler smut 🙆🏻‍♀️💅🏼

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: max has powers and is able to help them defeat vecna without him even knowing

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: no, i'm a firm believer that netflix couldn't pay joseph quinn enough money to reprise his role as eddie munson

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: no, the duffers wouldn't break jonathan byers' heart like that

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: three that come to mind are @the-unforgivenn, @eddiemunsonsmum, and @munsonmuses

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: @word-wytch writes with such passion and dedication, and i love that we can just hype each other up about our wips

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: pretty sure it was the roan series by @luveline!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @corroded-hellfire and i quietly simped over each other prior to actually talking so i'm counting her

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎: does this count?

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: starting (and finishing) a 20-chapter series, taking on different reader-insert perspectives than my own, not chucking my laptop out of a window when words stopped wording

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 10.1k (trapped under ice ch. 17)

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: best friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: fluffy smut please!

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: fuck mr. clarke, marry ted (he's got some money), kill murray

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): fuck karen, marry joyce, kill claudia

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? fuck hopper, marry wayne, kill dr. brenner

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? fuck jonathan, marry argyle, kill keith

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? fuck argyle, marry steve, kill eddie (he's technically already dead canonically sooooo)

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? fuck vecna, marry a demogorgan, kill the demobat

no pressure tags: @corroded-hellfire @rip-quizilla @vintagehellfire @munsonmuses @pastel-pillows @the-unforgivenn @eddiemunsonsmum @word-wytch @hellfire--cult

#tag game

[iceflwers]

𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓬𝓼 !

˙✧˖° — name: raven “tiny” fischer.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: sports journalist for the nhl.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: n/a.

˙✧˖° — love interest: william nylander.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “ballad of a homeschooled girl” by olivia rodrigo.

˙✧˖° — summary: after her cfl player ex-boyfriend publicly cheats on her, raven decides to take a job as a hockey journalist and move to toronto, moving on to interviewing nhl players and covering their games. though she quickly becomes popular among the players, even earning the affectionate nickname “tiny” because of her small stature, she is certainly not ready to date again after what she’s been through… but a certain right winger is making it very hard for her to keep her promise to herself.

˙✧˖° — name: valeria “ria” cortez.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: country singer and songwriter.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: rachel zegler.

˙✧˖° — love interest: nico hischier.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “always sing” by raelynn.

˙✧˖° — summary: despite being born and raised in kentucky, ria has always had a close relationship with her cousins quinn, jack, and luke hughes, and by extension their love for hockey. even after being signed to a country music label at the young age of nineteen and quickly gaining success in the music industry, fulfilling the dreams she’s had since she was a little girl writing nonsensical songs in her journal, her support for her cousins remains, as does her appreciation for the sport they play, with the young woman making every effort to go to all her cousins’ games that she can make it to and even attending home games for the nashville predators when she can. and it is while attending a devils game to support jack and luke that ria meets her cousins’ captain, who might cause her to form another connection to the game of hockey.

˙✧˖° — name: casper mallory.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: he/him.

˙✧˖° — occupation: defenseman for the philadelphia flyers.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: tom holland.

˙✧˖° — love interest: jamie drysdale.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “northern attitude” by noah kahan.

˙✧˖° — summary: for nearly the entirety of his hockey career, casper has been brazenly defying the stereotype of all canadians being overly nice; at only twenty-three, he’s one of the most common fighters in the nhl, and his fellow flyers scarcely see a game go by without him being shoved into the penalty box. he’s certainly not nice off the ice either, with his barely repressed disdain for the media and tendency to get into bar fights after games. truly, casper mallory seems to make it his mission to push everyone away with his anger - but his team’s newest member, a trade from anaheim who seems to be perpetually smiling, has made it his mission to tear down the other boy’s walls, and casper isn’t entirely sure that he wants to stop him from doing it.

˙✧˖° — name: allison “ally” tanaka.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: tattoo artist.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: lyrica okano.

˙✧˖° — love interest: joseph woll.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “team” by lorde.

˙✧˖° — summary: ally has never really been the girl that most people have wanted to date. with her dark wardrobe, tattoos, and perpetual so-called “resting bitch face,” she was more likely to send a cute person running away than to draw them closer to her. and while she likes to tell everyone she’s fine with that, and while she would never change her appearance for anyone, there has always been a part of her that yearns to actually have someone look at her the way the girls in the romance novels she secretly reads are looked at. so when a cute hockey player who is almost ally’s exact opposite comes into the tattoo parlour where she works late one night, chasing after his drunk teammate and trying to discourage him from asking for a tattoo… well, she might not expect it at the time, but she’s about to begin a journey that will lead her to exactly what she’s always wanted.

˙✧˖° — name: benjamin “ben” bradshaw.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: he/him.

˙✧˖° — occupation: center for the vancouver canucks.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: kit connor.

˙✧˖° — love interest: matthew knies.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “clementine” by halsey.

˙✧˖° — summary: ben has been alone for most of his life. whether it has because he was left to look after himself while his parents went on yet another business trip, or because he was eating lunch by himself in high school yet again because he was too shy to make friends, or because he was ignored by his college hockey team any time they were off the ice because none of them wanted to associate with the division’s only openly gay player, he’s never really had friends, anybody he can lean on and count on; all he’s ever had is hockey. so when he finally, after what feels like so many years of working for it drafted to the nhl and finally finds a group of supportive and caring friends with his new team, even striking up unlikely friendships with a few players from other teams, it’s hard to describe how ecstatic ben is that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore. but then his feelings for a certain maple leaf start to grow into more than just friendship, and all of a sudden ben is terrified - he doesn’t want to be alone again, but if he doesn’t figure out what to do about his feelings for matthew knies, he just might find himself in danger of it.

˙✧˖° — name: morgan jennings.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/they.

˙✧˖° — occupation: pop singer and songwriter.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: reneé rapp.

˙✧˖° — love interest: quinn hughes.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “you’re on your own, kid” by taylor swift.

˙✧˖° — summary: a proud vancouver native - and a lifelong hockey fan, thanks to her mother - morgan has adored the canucks since they can remember, and relished getting to go to games whenever she could as a kid. but ever since their success as a singer skyrocketed and she became one of the most recognizable pop stars on the planet, they haven’t exactly had a lot of time to go to hockey games - so after ending her relationship with their most recent ex, she decides to run back home under the excuse of writing songs for a new album about their home city, determined to attend as many canucks games as she can while they’re at it. the ultimate goal is to reclaim the things she loved as a kid, to find their way back to who she used to be - they just don’t quite expect to develop a bond with the captain of the team she’s been loving their whole life while she’s at it.

˙✧˖° — name: harriet “harri” chadha.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: university history major.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: avantika vandanapu.

˙✧˖° — love interest: jack hughes.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “bubblegum bitch” by marina.

˙✧˖° — summary: harri had been making a habit of subverting people’s expectations for a very long time. after all, nobody had expected a girl who wore as much pink and cared about her appearance as much as she did to have graduated high school early; nobody had expected her to be studying history in university so that she could be a professor herself some day; and certainly nobody had expected her to become friends with one of her male classmates without dating him, much less one of the school’s best hockey players (although of course that was a stupid assumption, she had always thought, that girls and boys couldn’t be friends without being attracted to each other). but it was very much true; harri and luke hughes had clicked and become good friends not very long after knowing each other, understanding each other on a very important level, with luke being one of the few people who saw through all the pink and makeup harri wore to who she truly was. and when harri is able to attend a devils game to support luke and finally meets his older brother jack, it doesn’t take long for her to realize that the middle hughes brother truly sees her as well… the problem is that, unlike with luke, harri doesn’t think she’ll be able to be happy just being his friend.

˙✧˖° — name: kelani “lani” halia.

˙✧˖° — pronouns: she/her.

˙✧˖° — occupation: right winger for pwhl minnesota.

˙✧˖° — faceclaim: auli’i cravalho.

˙✧˖° — love interest: luke hughes.

˙✧˖° — theme song: “that’s my girl” by fifth harmony.

˙✧˖° — summary: it has been obvious to almost everyone who knows the two of them that luke hughes has been in love with lani halia since she first creamed him in a shootout on umich ice… everyone, it would seem, but lani herself. lani has always been too focused on hockey for romance, too focused on achieving her dream of making it pro so she could finally prove everyone who had doubted her wrong, which had left luke, try as he might, unable to really find a way to act on his feelings. and now, with the two of them both finally playing in the professional leagues, luke’s path to lani’s heart has just been made that much rockier… but a hughes is nothing if not determined, especially when it comes to the youngest son and the girl he’s head over heels for.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

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[youngsamanda]

not to be a silly goose but i have the itch to write and below are a bunch of things i'd love to write ! i am open to writing on tumblr or jcink but heavily prefer discord ! please be eighteen or over if you are giving this post a like or messaging me ! if you have any questions please let a girl know i love to yap about headcanons , characters , and swap pinterest boards i will be annoying abt it ! but yea give this a like or dm me if interested !

plots : slasher multimuse / messy 2000s socialites / yellowjackets style where we play older and younger versions of plane crash survivors / mermaid x pirate romance / not actually the characters but the vibes of red white and royal blue gay royals and all that / just want random period pieces like characters in the 70s or something / rich girl x country boy / proper enemies to lovers / the bitches from the mummy / mob lackey and mob boss daughter / something based on beth x rip from yellowstone / literally just a drama college friend group bc it’s fun / gimme real old gay vampires that are just messy and awful for each other but keep falling back together / literally on my knees begging for any kind of beauty and the beast plot / gay cowboys / next gen marvel or dc / scooby doo style friend group and ships / 70s rockers / literally anything where we can cast older and younger versions and do next gen stuff eventually bc that's so fun / co-stars on a fantasy television show

wanted opposite : nick robinson / archie renaux / emilio sakraya / jena malone / ryan graves / adrian kempe / sza / lily gladstone / yahya abdul mateen ii / alperen duymaz / drew starkey / fka twigs / aubrey plaza / peter gadiot / renee rapp / paul mescal / havana liu rose / milo manheim / taylor zakhar perez / riley keogh / anna diop / melissa barrera / ben barnes / ayo edibiri / fabien frankel / dev patel / oliver jackson cohen / danny ramirez / aubin wise / cillian murphy / amber midthunder / daniel sharman / auli'l cravalho / logan lerman / phoebe tonkin / rege jean page / winona ryder / dua lipa / elodie yung / joseph quinn / simone ashley / camila mendes / jensen ackles / henry golding / blu hunt / aaron taylor johnson / calum hood / gabriel luna / savannah lee smith / may calamawy / ruby cruz / chay suede / brady skjei / zazie beetz / donald glover / emilio sakraya / evan peters / lola tung / anyone really

ships : wanda x vision (recasting required) / (recasted prefered) sam x bucky / bucky x steve / natasha x bucky / gale x dewey / buffy x spike / buffy x angel / keyleth x vax / older annabeth x percy / anakin x padme / tom blythe x rachel zegler / mason gooding x jenna ortega / peter x gwen but not tom holland peter / bloom x sky from winx club / danielle galligan x calahan skogman / nesta x cassian / taylor zakhar perez x madelyn cline / mickey x ian from shameless but recasted / rhaenyra x harwin / taylor zakhar perez x amita suman / haley x nathan from oth / haymitch x effie from the hunger games / anna diop x brenton thwaites / lydia x stiles (recasted) / scott x allison (recasted) / older sean x emma from degrassi (recasted) / rosalie x emmett from twilight (recasted) / odessa a'zion x drew starkey / courtney eaton x sophie thatcher / lorna dane x marcos diaz (lorna recasted) / kaz x inej / nina x mattias / jason todd x rose wilson (not titans tv version) / clark kent x lois lane / hal jordan x barry allen / klaus x caroline (recasted caroline at least) / hayley x klaus / mackenzie davis x gugu mbatha-raw

#1x1 rp #discord rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 roleplay #discord roleplay #plots

[teabights]

River Like You

Sunmary: best friend to lover trope. You and joe grew close during your time on stranger things. You have a mini melt down after an interview and Joe comes to your rescue

Warning: Joke about suicide

You slump down in your spot on the couch as you wait for your castmates. If you have to answer one more question about getting to kiss Joseph Quinn, your head is going to explode. He is a fantastic kisser, you’ll give him that. Despite kissing him, Joe Keery is where your heart stayed loyal. Joe was always around when you two were filming. He’d run lines with you, go on mid-day coffee runs for you. You got to pet his dog when he’d bring it. He also checked on you every day, making sure you were feeling good. He was the best person. Your brain fought you on the fact that he was being so nice, maybe he was nice to everyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joseph says as he sits himself down next to you. You straighten yourself up.

“Hey Joseph. Are you getting a lot of questions about kissing me?” You ask.

“Oh my God, all the time.” He just chuckles. “I don’t know how many times I have to go over the fact that you are a great kisser.”

“If they even try to make romance rumors I will shut it down so quickly.” You remark.

“If Joe could get his head out of his ass and…” Joseph stops when he notices the other man.

“And do what?” Joe sits himself down on the other side of Joseph.

“Do you mind trading me? I get nervous, the arm of the couch is like a crutch for me.” Joseph says.

You give him a small death glare and watch the men switch spots. “Joseph was talking about he knew you were going to steal the end of the couch.”

“Oh, well, when you two are planted in the middle, it seemed like the obvious choice.” Joe says with a small laugh.

“So sorry, traffic was fucking crazy.” Maya says as she rushes over to sit on the other side of you.

The way you four were sitting seemed so off. Maya and Joe always played off of each other, and Joseph’s and your characters are in a relationship.

“Wait…” You say, your brain is now too focused on the seating. You get up.

You watch Joseph scoot to Joe and you sit on the end now between the arm of the chair and Joseph.

Joe glances over at you. “Does this make the most sense dynamically?” His tone was soft and even, just honestly trying to help.

“Yes… Sorry…” You mumble, embarrassed by the action.

“You’re o-.” Joe starts but the interviewer sits down.

After the interview and the millionth “How is it getting to kiss everyone’s favorite man?” question this circuit, you four got released from the set.

“Hey, Y/N, are you doing okay? You looked like you wanted to blow your brains out.” Joe asks.

“Oh my God, I hate answering about Joseph. Like we have one kiss, sure it was pretty hot, but that’s it. I wish I could put that as part of the questions I won’t answer…” You just let loose. “Like, what about my scenes with Finn and Gaten, or like when I actually get to show off my true talent, but noooo I am just a girl, whose only talent was kissing one man.”

“Jesus, have you told anyone about this?” Joe asks.

“Obviously not Joe. Now, excuse me, I have to drive to my hotel and I would like to take a nice bubble bath and drown myself.” Your tone is only slightly playful during that last part because you feel like you have to be.

“Well, instead of that, you could come out tonight… Maya has a little gig at 8, I told her I’d go. I think you would have fun.” Joe says. “Joseph has to set off to London tomorrow so he’s not going.”

“Maybe…” You say to him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. She might let me do a song.” He says, like it was a selling point for you.

“Which song?” You ask like it actually mattered, you were still probably not going to go.

“Chat…” He watches your face scrunch up. “Rii…” Your face scrunches again. “Gloom.” His final answer actually made you a little excited, he’s only done it live one other time.

“Huh, still maybe.” You say.

You walk off from him, walking outside and to the rental you have. You get in your rental. You drive back to the hotel. You hand the key off to the valet and walk in the building. You walk the one flight of stairs to the second floor to get to your room. You open the room and check your phone: one text from Joe, two from Joseph, and one from your mother.

Mom: Dear good luck on your interview. Miss you bunches. Come visit as soon as you can.

That is the usual text to you these days.

Joe: Hey, listen, I really hope you come tonight. If you need someone to keep you company tonight, let me know, I’ll be there. Wait… I mean like if you just need someone to hang out with.

You laugh a little, he is truly a fucking idiot.

Joseph: Go with Joe to Maya’s thing. He obviously is trying to make a move.

Joseph: Joe texted me worried that you were going to actually drown in the bath - please let him know you were kidding.

You roll your eyes a little bit at the text. You shoot back your texts before setting your phone back down. You walk into the bathroom, plugging up the tub and starting the semi-hot bathwater. You walk back to grab your phone as you see a text from Joe had come in.

Joe: Hey, I am glad you were kidding about the bath. But seriously, I am here if you need to talk about life or anything. I am really glad we got as close as we did. I like being around you. Please come to Maya’s show, it’ll mean the world to her. I’d like to see you.

What a whirlwind of emotions that fill you up. You put your phone down on the counter, pulling up your hair into a high bun. You grab your phone and start the reply, telling him to grab you at 7:30 and bring street tacos. You start to click through your podcast that you frequent while laying in hot water. You see Joe’s message comes in.

Joe: 7:30 - gotcha. :) 2 Carne Asada with extra rice on flour?

You can’t help the smile as you text him a quick ‘yes please.’ You play Last Podcast on the Left and put on the Jonestown episode. You turn off the water and completely get naked. You slide into the bathtub, it is a big warm hug. You love it. It was only 4pm, so you know you had time to enjoy the bath, and find something cute to wear to Maya's show. Around 6pm you hear a knock on your door. It makes your heart race. You get out of the bath, drying off quickly then wrapping yourself in the robe that the room had. You walk to the room and look through the peephole. Joe? It was only 6pm… You unlock the door and open it.

“You are a whole hour and half early, dude.” You say.

“I know, but I got hungry and I wanted to eat with you. So I brought dinner a little early.” Joe says.

“Uh, come in. I am going to uh, get ready then I’ll join you. There is a nice little table out on the balcony.” You motion to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, shit I am sorry. I should have checked.” Joe says as he walks in, starting to the other half of the room.

“It’s okay. I like eating with other people a lot more than eating by myself.” You say.

Joe walks over to open the door of the balcony and put the food and drinks down on the table. “I’ll stay out here… just join me when you are ready.”

“You don’t have to. I can change in the bathroom, it’s no big deal.” You tell him.

“Okay…” His word is almost breathless.

You walk around to the drawer you put most of your clothes in. You grab underwear and jeans. You dig around for a moment.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

“What’s up?” Joe says looking up from his phone from the chair by the bed, which you’ve shown so much love while in this room. It has a great view of the outside and you could shift a little and watch TV.

“I thought…” What a girl thing. “I thought I packed the matching bra with these underwear. It would have been good tonight.”

“Can you just…” Joe starts.

“Joseph David Keery, if you think I can wear mismatched undergarments after freaking out about the way we sat today at our interview, then you are clearly not as intelligent as you come off as.” You cut him off with.

“I am sure it is just misplaced. Maybe it’s still in your suitcase.” He says.

You just nod your head, giving the drawer one more look through and then check your suitcase. He must be a witch you pull it out and hold it up.

“Keery, are you a witch?” You ask rhetorically.

“No, just logical.” He comments, glancing at the brassiere before looking at his phone again.

You go to grab the top you wanted, which was a checkered see through top. You also grab socks for your docs. You move to the bathroom. You unplug the tub and pause the podcast. You derobe and start to get dressed. You don’t dare put on your socks. You grab your phone and make sure that you look okay. Your makeup hadn’t moved. Thank the Lord. You walk out and toss your socks next to the pair of Doc Martin’s on the floor.

“Let’s eat.” You say.

“Alr-... you look good.” Joe comments.

“Oh Joey, shush.” You mutter as you move to sit on a chair on the balcony.

He sits across from you. You two start to eat the food. It is so good.

"God, this is the best…" You mutter.

"Glad you liked it, I wasn't sure. It was a new one for me, so I didn't think that they would do your tacos right." He admits.

"It was perfect Joey." You offer him a small smile. You glance at your phone. 6:45. You still have an hour and 15 minutes.

"You were joking about… drowning yourself right? Like obviously you didn't, but…" His words trails off.

"Joe, listen, I am over dramatic and a bit OCD. I don't want to die." You feel like he needed to hear those words specifically.

"Okay, that's good to know." He offers you a warm smile. "I am here for you."

"I know Joey, you've been here for me since you laid eyes on me the first day of set, which I am forever grateful for." You flash him a little smile.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Joe asks.

"Uh, sure, let me get shoes on." You say as you head back inside.

You walk to where you ditched your socks. You slide your socks on then your shoes. Joe places the trash can down where he got it from, you can only assume he cleaned up. You get up from the floor. You grab your bag and look over at him. He walks over to you with a smile. You walk to the door and open it for him. He mumbles a small thank you as he walks out and you are quick to follow him out. He starts to head in the direction of the elevator.

"Where are you going?" You ask, after you realize he was going to get on the elevator and you are headed to the stairs.

"To the elevator… are you going to the stairs?" He asks, looking at you.

"Y-yes." Another moment where you feel embarrassed.

"Are you scared of elevators?" He asks so casually.

"I never get a room above the third floor and if I do, I will ask for a room change." You admit to him. He just walks over to you.

"Fine, no elevator." He grabs your wrist and drags you to the stairs.

You can't help the laugh as you walk with him. His hand moves tentatively from your wrist to properly holding your hand. You tangle your fingers with his. You two descend down the stairs to the front lobby. Joe grips your hand a bit tighter as you two go outside. He pulls you close as you two start walking in a random direction.

"So, what do you have lined up?" He asks.

"Oh, I got to meet… shit uh… Mariama Diallo at a coffee shop, I boasted about how much I love her work. She said she was working on something new and offered me a part." You say with a smile. "It's still horror related. I think Misha Green announced a possible season two of Lovecraft Country being written, I would like to audition for that."

"Keeping it in the horror family?" He asks.

"Like you didn't do a whole movie about a wannabe social influencer who decided to kill people." You remark.

"True, fine. There is nothing wrong with liking one genre of film the most." He shrugs his shoulders. "Finn does horror specifically. Producing his own horror movie."

"Joseph plays miserable little shit heads who doesn't know what comfort is." You state with a small laugh.

Joe laughs. "Yeah, poor guy. He needs to be in a romance movie where he gets the girl in the end."

"You though, you do everything. Comedy, horror, romance. It's impressive." You comment.

"Yeah, I like doing a little bit of everything." His hand squeezes yours.

"I just enjoy horror too much. I would do a rom-com or play an older sister in a teen flick." You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll write you and Joseph in a rom-com, so you both can be happy." He lets out a small chuckle.

"That would be great. I get to kiss Joseph all the time. Get asked about kissing him all the time." You roll your eyes, even though you at least would be comfortable with kissing your co-star.

"Yeah, but then you two could be fucking adorable all the time." Joe comments.

"Yeah? He's a great friend. I think the girl who ends up with him is going to be so happy." You say.

"Yeah." Joe goes quiet after this.

You look around for a moment. "Should we head to Maya's gig?"

"Oh yeah, probably." Joe says as he takes out his phone.

He drops your hand to quickly maneuver his way to the mapping app on his phone, to see how far you guys are from the venue. You pull out your phone, just to seem as busy for a moment, seeing a message had come in.

Maya: joe said you are coming tonight, so excited xoxo

You send a quick text back to Maya that you were excited also. You put your phone away. Joe was also putting his phone away. He takes your hand again, y’all fingers tangle together with no issues. Joe starts to lead you guys to the venus. You took in the sigh of the city.

“How come you are scared of elevators?” He asks.

“There were 17,000 deaths last year due to elevators.” You answer him.

“Damn, that’s fair enough.” He chuckles.

“They’re literally my nightmare.” You whisper.

After about 15 more minutes, you two arrive at the venue. You two are able to slip in the side. Maya had let you two in, hugging you guys tightly.

“I am going to get a drink, do you need anything?” Joe asks.

“Just a beer.” You say. Joe nods and walks off.

“Why were you two holding hands?” Maya asks. “Did he finally tell you?”

“Because we - wait, what?” You say.

“Shit, nothing…” Maya goes back.

“Maya…” You press.

“No, nope, no.” Maya says as she scurries off.

You just laugh and follow her. You help her get ready for the show in the green room. Joe comes in with two beers. He sets the beer down in front of you.

“Thanks Joey.” You say.

“No problem.” He says and leans against the counter, watching you do Maya’s makeup.

You pick up the beer, taking a sip. You finish the makeup. “Beautiful!”

“Thanks bestie.” Maya says with a chuckle.

You move next to Joe. His beer switches hands and his arm moves around you. You lean into his touch. You two sip your beer. Your eyes look at the clock. She goes on in like ten minutes.

“Do you want to stand in the crowd?” You ask Joe.

“Yeah sure.” Joe says.

“Okay, Maya good luck! Joe and I are going to stand in the crowd.” You say as you move off the counter.

“Okay, thank you guys for coming!” Maya says.

“You got this.” Joe says as he moves to Maya. He gives her a quick hug and a small kiss on the head.

You and Joe move to sneak from backstage to the crowd, standing near the back. There was a heavy female audience. After a few more minutes, Maya comes out on stage. The crowd sings along to her music. It made you and Joe smile. It was so cool to see her do something so cool.

“This is for my friends. I think they need a little help.” Maya says, her eyes land on you. She starts the song ‘River Like You.’ Joe looks at Maya with wide eyes. You listen to the words and feel your heart thump hard. Joe’s hand squeezes yours. You look over at him. He leans over to kiss you. You meet him halfway and kiss him back. His hand moves to cup your face. You can hear Maya singing. “YES!” Maya says after the song stops. Joe pulls from your lips with a small laugh.

“I like you a lot.” Joe says.

“God, I like you a lot too.” You say.

#joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery fan fiction #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery fan fic #joe keery fanfic

[draytnation]

𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗, 𝚁𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚜

𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢✨

° Ralph's Favorite Candy is Salt Water Taffies, his fav flavor is strawberry

° 𝖧𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

° 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾,and clingy too and loves PDA, He wants the world to know he loves you

° Like Man's would start overthinking if you left a room for too long

° He definitely has a touch of the tism, It seems most roles Joseph quinn plays are definitely not neurotypical

° He ✨LOVES✨ pastel colors and his wardrobe consist mostly of pastel colored clothes

° He secretly has a whole photograph book of you, which he hides under his bed...speaking of his bed

° Most of the bed is either fluffy pillows or Plushies, and this man sure loves his plushie

° He Loves Poetry, He writes poetry all the time and owns tons of book in a personal library. Alot of the books are fairy tales and tall tales and a few romance stories here and there.

° I imagine the reason he is so love sick is because he's been turned down by alot of people

° He was neglected as a child and looked towards fiction as a way out of it all, He was bullied for many years of his life and because of that rarely to never stands up for himself

° Poor boi just wants to be loved☹️

° He has a morning routine that he strictly follows everyone morning ever since he was a young lad

° He has the lil heart printed boxers

° Also he comes of as a pretty young man so he's probably in his early twenties I wanna say bout 21-25

° He 5,6-5,7 ish for sure. Short King👑

° He'd prolly sniff his s/o's hair he's just freaky like that, or maybe get close to get a scent of your cologne

° He would wait for his s/o to come home from work or an outing

° He's A Lovely cook, even has matching apron and oven mitts

° He ofc has one of those classic swimsuits, but it would definitely have floral prints on them

° His bike would still have training wheels, just to be safe and also I feel like his dad would let him go to soon when he taught him, so he's very cautious about bike riding in general

° He's lactose intolerant, But still drinks milk only if it's chocolate

° Hes also a picky eater, like he'd be the type to constantly order chicken tenders at restaurants

° He loves to eat ice cream on the daily but instantly regrets it after he gets a tummy ache, when it happens he usually cuddles up with his s/o or a stuffed animal to bare with the pain

° He's quite whiny too

° He also has a secret feminine side too, even has thoughts about drag too

° And 💖LOOVES💖 Jewelry, he owns rings, lil Victorian necklaces, and oh so many pearls, and loves gems even if their not rare ones

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙼𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘. 💖

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #Ralph time-waster #Ralph #headcanon #s/o headcanons #male reader #eddie my beloved #fanfic #my fic #my hcs #stranger things x male reader #x s/o #cinnamoroll #the skrunkly #time wasters #fanfiction

[coldgpa]

I think the steddie wiki should be changed so that it says it was played to be at least one sided on behalf of Eddie's character

#like... thats confirmed #like it was literally confirmed eddie had a crush and was flirting toward steve... thats gotta count for something #like... he was playing for romance #they need to WRITE THAG SHIT DOWN #stranger things #steddie #or maybe not a crush but at the very least... like joseph quinn said he was playing up the tension there!!

[shymorose]

GOOD EVENING DARLING ♡ part 1

author’s note: i sat on it for a few hours, this is my first exposure to this type of writing but i really likes it, enjoy reading! *kisses*

pairing: tom grant (character played by joseph quinn)

warnings: romance professor x student, nudity

summary: you have not been in contact with tom for a good few days but for what reason? did something happen?

Friday evening, you recently finished the last lectures, you are tired and a little annoyed.... Grant has not appeared at the university for several days, your relationship for several weeks has been very intimate, but he himself has not been gracious, but inform yourself what is the reason for his absence, after all, you are not together, it's just sex and you yourself know it very well, silly you, your head, can not stop sending you more memories of Mr. G, his rough hands on your soft naked body, moving up towards your firm breasts, squeezing them possessively, as if letting you know who they belong to and how much he loves your curves, every last bit, his face with a gallant smile going towards yours.... UGH ! FUCK HIM!!!

On the way to your apartment you look into the nearest grocery store to stock up on something for the evening. Yes some wine and a frozen pizza will soothe my nerves, you say to yourself in your mind. The lamp light illuminates the hallway and the small slick kitchen, you open the pizza and put it in the oven, it's time for wine. Yes, it's going to be a dreamy evening. In the next two hours you happen to devour 3 episodes of your favorite TV series, half the pizza and drink a few sips of wine, it doesn't taste as good as you might think, you feel the need to be with someone specific, but you're afraid to admit it to yourself, it's annoying! Stop immediately, you are thinking too much! You decide that a hot bath is one of the best options to relax and calm your nerves for the moment. You've been lying in the tub for a good hour, well not very helpful, but at least you've made an effort, the foam is slowly receding, but it still covers everything it should. Your head begins to droop sleepily, but the sound of the apartment door opening fully wakes you up.... I locked them after all, you think to yourself. If it's some murderer then I'm done for, you'd sooner fall into the dryer tub yourself than let yourself be touched. You hear the sound of shoes stepping on your panels. You try not to make any sound, but through your fine motor coordination you drop several bottles on the bathroom floor. You croak, it's over.... You see the knob on your bathroom door gently turn, the blood draining from your face, when suddenly you notice a very familiar face.

*MR. GRANT??!!!* He is dressed quite formally, a cream shirt, unbuttoned, showing slightly tanned skin, dark suit pants and smart shoes. Of course, he dresses similarly for university, but Friday night? Grant is not the type to party or club cat.... *GOOD EVENING DARLING, FOR YOU TOM, WE'VE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT THIS.... I DON'T WANT YOU TO TALK TO ME MISTER* he finishes, sweeping his gaze over you, he mirrors every visible part of your skin, you try to cover up as best you can, but every subsequent movement of your body makes the fragrant lather disappear. *HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?" he sighs, heading toward you and sits down on the edge of the tub. *FROM WHAT I REMEMBER, YOU GIVEN ME THE KEY HOW MUCH TWO WEEKS AGO? YOU KNOW IF WE HAD TO CONSULT THE TOPIC OF YOUR ESSAY* very audibly emphasizes the word essay, has a very sexual tone...stop! Oh you idiot!!! Of course you gave him the keys! This week has been so intense for you that it apparently fell out of your head.

Grant sees that you are thinking about something, he looks at you with big brown eyes while biting the lower lip of your pink perfectly carved lips.... OH MY GOD!!! *AND YOU RECOGNIZED...* he freezes you with his eyes *YOU RECOGNIZED THAT THIS WAS A GOOD TIME TO COME INTO MY APARTMENT IN COMPLETE SILENCE, WITHOUT TALKING FOR EXAMPLE I DON'T KNOW.... HEY ITS’S ME! GRANT!!! MAYBE IT WOULD BE LESS STRESSFUL FOR ME, I DON'T KNOW.... !!!!! YOU REALLY PRESTRESSED ME, YOU SHOULD NOT...* interrupts your speech by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss becomes intense, apparently he asks you to deepen it, but you push him away proudly, he is surprised, he didn't expect this. *O NO! YOU WILL NOT BLIND ME WITH THOSE OF YOURS.... THOSE YOU... ACTIONS!!! O NO!* an expression of surprise and a slight smile appears on his face. He loves it when you are so, so appealingly nervous.... Desiring an answer.... Desiring him.

He sighs *OH AND THAT'S WHAT IT'S ABOUT HMM? THAT'S WHY I WASN'T AT THE UNIVERSITY YES? WHY ARE YOU RIDICULOUS SWEETHEART?" she slides her thumb across your cheek *NO* you reply *NO? I THINK THIS IS THE REASON FOR YOUR NERVOUSNESS, REMEMBER I AM A SCHOLAR.... I KNOW SOME ELEMENTS OF HUMAN PSYCHIQUE* he replies with a gentle smile *I HAVE TO GO AWAY FOR A FEW DAYS TO MY PARENTS, DAD ASKED ME TO DO SOME ERRANDS FOR HIS SMALL BUSINESS AND MY MOTHER REALLY WANTED ME TO STAY A FEW MORE DAYS AND ALSO... * You interrupt him *YOU DON'T HAVE TO TOM, WE'RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP, I HAVE NO PRETENSIONS FOR YOU* you turn your head, he gently grabs your chin with two fingers, pointing your face toward him *...AND ALSO, I CALLED YOU, MANY TIMES.....

#mine #read #joseph quinn #joseph quinn oneshot #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant #tom grant imagine #tom grant oneshot #tom grant x reader #stranger things #ask

[kiraxcute]

"Joseph Quinn hates queer people!"

Really?

Joseph on Steddie

Interviewer – “There was also a lot of love for Eddie and Steve's bromance. Some even wanted it to be a romance. I don't know if you saw any of that online. Did you?”

Joseph Quinn – “Yeah, well, all I can say is... how did they know?”

Interviewer – “It’s all subtext.”

Joseph Quinn – “Yeah, yeah. Well, you know, just… people can dream, I guess. I dunno! I don't really know what to say to that.”

Interviewer – “I guess in another world, maybe that would have played out in Stranger Things 5.”

Joseph Quinn – “Maybe! Maybe, maybe, maybe? Yeah.”

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Just because he beat Bella for Breakthrough Performance doesn't mean you get to lie about him because your fave lost a fan voted award

#mtv movie awards #joesph quinn #stranger things #anti bella ramsey stans #ugh #i love bella to but joesph was better

[sofiiel]

To the anon who asked about virgin!Eddie factors... of course! -Damn near everyone in his age group outside of Hellfire saw him as a freak and a satanist when they thought about him at all -He was in a band, but played at a bar that from the sounds of it was a dive that didn't see a lot activity of any kind, and he said himself they have a crowd of about 5 drunks so no groupie types are likely to be hanging around -He shows himself to be a gentleman toward the ladies (the way he was with Chrissy, the way he stood back to let a pair of cheerleaders go by who didn't even look at him that we saw, the way he helped Nancy into the boat), but he's also on the socially awkward side when he's not showboating around the cafeteria or running a D&D session -He's a snarkbunny to anyone outside of his friends group with very few exceptions ie Chrissy, and doesn't let his walls down easily so he wouldn't likely let them down enough to get laid or even just a blowjob, handjob, or make-out session -With the bullying he'd face and the bitterness he's shown about being labeled a 'freak', it's likely he'd be too wary of people using him for sex alone for a 'walk on the wild side' so to speak (piss off their parents, piss of a boyfriend or ex boyfriend, etc) and not wanting anything to do with him after or in anything even close to long-term -He told Chrissy 'cash only' when it came to buying drugs, and despite what popular media likes to push... a drug dealer isn't likely to want to take anything but cash in payment unless it's maybe an item they can sell easily and quickly for a decent amount of cash... unlikely in Eddie's case, given he's in a small town not a major city. Also unlikely to take items because people could and would accuse him of theft and it's not like he can say "I accepted this as payment for some weed" or something. Plus, Eddie seems like the type to want to help his uncle financially if he can (in addition to wanting money for guitar accessories, gas, concert tickets, band merch, tapes, etc for himself). Which means no trading sexual favors for drugs even if anyone were to offer. -Eddie strikes me as the type... under all his blustering and showboating, based on the high value we see him place on the few friendships he has and how much his uncle obviously loves him, and based on what little we know about how his shitty father... to want meaningful connections with people rather than a bunch of empty 'hit it and quit it' type interactions with people who don't want to stick around him long term -And most importantly... Joseph Quinn himself said in an interview (which I can't find now or I'd link it) that basically Eddie had no "game" which means he wouldn't be getting any kind of action in the romance department, especially not on a regular basis. He certainly wouldn't be the level of sexually active that Billy was, as some people write Eddie being.

Yes, he has the condoms on his table that we see in the BTS video. Wayne likely got them for him 'just in case' but Eddie is more likely to have let them expire or have used them for goofing off in a moment of boredom (water balloon, seeing how much he can stretch one before it breaks, etc... typical bored teen boy shit) than to have used them for their intended purpose. Maybe he'd jerk off into them at most, but that's about it.

Yes, he has a set of handcuffs. Those seem to me to be more of a decoration or something to play with when he's alone and bored than anything for sexytime fun.

As for the bandana in his pocket... that's just metalhead culture, and unlikely to have anything to do with 'hanky code'. James Hetfield still wears one in his back pocket to this day, for example, when he's performing at concerts. And flagging wasn't something people just randomly walked around doing, they tended to only do that at events and certain bars and such.

~Sweet concerned anon~

~💜

#an answer for anon from anon

[pepperpottsandcompany]

Chrissy Cunningham, Edissy and Grace Van Dien

I don't usually make long text posts on here - hopefully I will make more about awesome female characters in the future - but I feel this situation requires it.

There are spoilers under the cut.

First off, I really liked Chrissy Cunningham as a character when she appeared. A lot of people did, and a large part of that is the actress making her so likeable. I assumed we were going for the bitchy head cheerleader stereotype when they introduced her, but I was wrong. She was really sweet, kind and had immediate chemistry with Eddie.

Obviously, the actors (Joseph Quinn and Grace Van Dien) made their characters so amazing and their acting made the characters have undeniable chemistry. Whether you see that as platonic chemistry or romantic chemistry, it's undeniable that it's there. The scenes they shared were wonderful and I actually got very attached to Chrissy in the short time we had with her.

Now, I ship 'Edissy' (Eddie x Chrissy) and I shipped them immediately. However I understand that some people see them as platonic and see a friendship there, which I totally understand. We don't all ship the same things. I also ship 'Steddie' (Steve x Eddie), and I love both those ships. They're great.

What is NOT great is the fact that a lot of people within the Stranger Things fandom - most of whom seem to ship Steddie as well - seem to think it's okay to post nasty and hateful things about Chrissy, Edissy and Grace herself. A lot of them have even sent Grace hateful messages on social media and genuinely made her fear going to conventions because she's worried about in person hate.

They are also claiming that Edissy is paedophilia because Eddie is around 19/20 and Chrissy is 17/18. They are both SENIORS, which means they are around the same age and even though Eddie has been kept behind a couple of years, he's still a teenager, like Chrissy. That age gap is NOT PROBLEMATIC and if you think it is, you need to log off the internet and go the fuck outside into the real world.

Edissy is a perfectly fine and valid ship, as is Steddie. If you don't ship it, awesome. Just move on with your life and don't harass people who do.

Moving on from people being gross about the ship, the fact that some of you think it's okay to harass and bully the actress who plays Chrissy on social media because you've decided you don't like the ship is vile and horrific. And a lot of people doing that are

a) super weird Steddie shippers who remind me of the horrible Lokius shippers in the Loki/MCU fandom who harass Sophia Di Martino for playing a female character that 'gets in the way' of their white mlm ship and

b) obsessed Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn stans, who, a lot like the Tom Hiddleston stans in the Loki fandom (who send hate to Zawe Ashton, Tom's real life fiancée, as well as Sophia), or Robert Pattinson stans in The Batman/Twilight fandom (who send hate to Suki Waterhouse, Rob's irl girlfried, and a lot of whom seem to hate BatCat and Zoe Karvitz), seem to hold up their favourite purest bestest boy fictional character and the actor who plays him, but hates any woman who is close to him irl or in the shows/movies they're in, and seems to think they have some weird claim over them

You DO NOT have ANY CLAIM over a fictional character NOR THE ACTOR WHO PLAYS HIM.

The fact that you all have decided to bully and harass and young woman over a fictional romance that NEVER happened (both ships guys, BOTH ships) and are insinuating that the friendship between real people (the actors) is fake because you can't handle a a woman being friends with a man you see as your possession, is absolutely disgusting and you are all scum.

Also, so much of it stems from misogyny, and what's worse is that a lot of the people hurling this misogynistic abuse are other WOMEN. That is vile. It disgusts me. Women are people, and male/female ships are VALID. Also, the fact that you only harass the ACTRESSES in these situations tells so much. You all still see women (other women for many of you) as obstacles to what you want and as lesser then you. Go and revaluate your misogyny, internalised or not.

Also, while I'm here, all the people crying about Eddie being queer - you do realise bisexual and pansexual people exist? As well as a wealth of other sexualities where it's possible to love/be attracted to more then ONE gender. People in male/female relationships CAN BE QUEER. Eddie can like Chrissy AND Steve. It's possible.

Anyway, I got distracted. Chrissy is a wonderful character, Edissy is a great ship (romantic or platonic) and Grace Van Dien seems like a lovely young woman.

If you have been hateful towards Grace, or any other female actor, for playing a female character that you perceive as 'stealing' a male actor/character you like, or as 'getting in the way' of your gay ship? YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM. You need to work on yourself and your misogyny and you need to leave social media and stop harassing real people.

I am ashamed to ship Steddie because so many abusive people ship it too and have decided that this is the 'superior' ship and they need to harass people who ship a different ship or need to harass the actress who plays one part of the other ship. I'm also ashamed to love Eddie Munson as a character because so many hardcore Eddie 'stans' (who also obsess over Joseph Quinn) are also being abusive towards Edissy shippers and Grace as well.

I adore Chrissy, and Grace, and I ship Edissy. I needed to say that. And the rest of it needed to be said.

To all those antis, haters, whatever you call yourselves. If you've harassed and bullied Grace or anyone on social media for liking Chrissy or Edissy, I wish the worst fates on you. Grow up, put down your phone and go and revaluate yourself and how you think.

#chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #edissy #eddie x chrissy #grace van dien #steddie #I had to make a post about this #it's too important not to #I am actually horrified by people #I feel ASHAMED to share a fandom with some of you #the way you treat female characters and actresses is appalling #especially when you do it because you think you have some sort of claim towards the male actor/character #or because you think the female character 'gets in the way' of your mlm ship #and there are too many examples of this sadly #there's the three mentioned above #but as I wrote I thought of so many more #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers

[tjmystic]

Please join me in begging Joseph Quinn to play Will Ladislaw in a live-action version of Middlemarch. I want to see him in a Regency romance, please.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000blw8

#joseph quinn #middlemarch #george eliot