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rijuwifimak · 2 years
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"i've got your tights" | joseph quinn x f!reader
TITLE: "i've got your tights" WORD COUNT: 5.7k SUMMARY: Joe finally replaces your tights, but takes more of his stuff in the process, yet you still have to see him at your friends wedding. Though, you do get some questions answered... WARNINGS: rpf (don't like, don't interact); p in v sex; cunninlingus [part one] [part two][epilogue]
You sigh, push the door open to your flat and lock it behind you. It’s been a long week, work has been hell and all you want to do is flop down on your bed and stay there for the rest of the weekend. Alas, you cannot as Maisie is rudely getting married tomorrow and so you have to attend that.
Standing by the door, you look around your flat. Everything looks the same, nothing has changed and yet… something seems very off. Like, you can’t decide what it is that feels off, but you can definitely tell that something isn’t right - but what?
You put your handbag down on the sofa, eager to get changed out of your work clothes and get into the shower. You’ve had your own little routine for this evening planned out all day. You’re going to go and get a lovely long shower, shave, then you’re going to moisturise the hell out of your body. After that you’re going to light a candle, listen to some music with a face mask on while you do your nails, because work has not allowed you the time this week to get them professional done.
You stretch and head into the bedroom to strip and grab your creams to take to the bathroom and you stop. Oh. That’s what feels wrong in the flat. Because two things become glaringly obvious - one, the wardrobe is half open on Joe’s side and the amount of clothes left in there are sparse, two - there is a Marks and Spencers bag sitting on your bed.
You rush towards the bed, dragging the bag towards you and you open it, shaking the contents out onto the bed, your hands are shaking. There is around fifteen packages of tights in there, mostly black, a couple beige, a navy pair, a red pair and a pair of fishnets. The receipt flutters out on top of them and you can see his messy writing scribbled on the back of it. ‘I’ve got your tights, Jx’.
You fish your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through your messages to see if he’d text you to tell you he was stopping by the flat at any point today -- he hadn’t. You open your messages to him, you type a ‘thanks for the tights’ message and you want to add ‘why the fuck did you take so much of your stuff’. You send neither and before your intrusive thoughts can tell you to scroll up through your messages, you throw it down on your bed and grab your cream, slamming your bedroom door a little too forcefully as you head for the shower.
You’d envisioned a lovely, warm, cosy shower after a hard days work, but instead you just end up with the water pouring over your head as you over think things. Why did he take his stuff?? Does this mean he’s finally found a place and he’s moving out fully?? Honestly, it makes you panic a little bit because it means that you’re not going to have an excuse to see each other anymore and you know that he’s going to get busy and won’t be able to come to nights out… yeah, you’re no longer together and you’re never, ever, ever getting back together, but you’re not ready to never see him again.
Your eyes fall to your razor and you sigh, is there really any point in you shaving? You’re going to be wearing tights under your dress, nobody is going to see your legs and absolutely nobody is going to be going anywhere near the other place, so why bother? But still, you still shave and turn off the shower, moisturising your body and wrapping your hair up in a towel.
Back in your room, you gather the rest of your supplies and throw them on the bed -- the face mask, a nail colour that matches your dress and everything to go along with it. You walk to the wardrobe and bend down to open the drawer and find your favourite pjs and find yourself face to face with one of his shirts. Pink stripes run down and it before you can stop yourself, your standing up and tugging it off the hanger and pulling it onto your body. This is what you’ll sleep in tonight. You check yourself in the mirror on the wardrobe door.
It’s not done up, just open over your otherwise bare body. You could pick your phone up right now, snap a picture of you all chest heaving and puffy lips on display covered in one of his shirts and send it to him, just like you used to. How would he respond to it now? Delete it and send you back a vomiting emoji? No. He’s definitely not that cruel. But he definitely wouldn’t respond to it the way he used to, when he was away. Sending back heart eyes emojis, calling you beautiful, sending back his own picture in his Air B n B of his flushed cock leaking precum and a ‘do you want to facetime’.
Oh God… those Facetimes when he was away… him holding his phone so you could watch him pump himself, the way he called you baby and the way he would say “do you see what you do to me?”. Your self-care plans lay abandoned for the moment as you lay back on the bed, gliding your hand down your body, thinking of his face and making your own toes curl.
You’ll avoid him tomorrow.
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This morning had been a rush, you’d fallen asleep after your little… unplanned self-care moment last night and so nothing had gotten done. You’d fallen asleep with your head buried in his pillow again, naturally. It didn’t have the same effect anymore. And so you’d had to rush around doing your nails and make-up and hair. You’d grabbed a pair of plain black tights from the pile that he’d dropped off yesterday, gliding them up your body and enjoying the feel of fresh tights. You wonder if he left the receipt in them so you could return any of them that you didn’t like. Well, you’re pretty sure that you’re never wearing the red ones, but if this is the last thing he ever buys you, you sure as hell are keeping them. You do wonder about the fishnets though, why did he buy them?
But you’d managed to pull it together in time for the taxi you’d prepaid and pre-booked. Matching set, fresh tights, killer dress, hair done, nails done, make-up that had taken you forever done. You snap a couple of selfies in the mirror and save them to send to your family group chat later because you’re feeling yourself and you know your mother will be your hypeman.
You wear the earrings, because… of course you wear the earrings.
Naturally, the first thing you see when you step out of the cab outside of the church is a pair of idiots standing around smoking and laughing. Joe and his best friend, because of course your ex-boyfriend would have to be the first thing you have to see on someone else’s wedding day. And he looks fucking good, the absolute bastard. Fitted suit, not the horrible brown thing, thank Christ. One of his curls is loose and hanging in his face and of course, of course he looks up to see you looking at him. His eyes flit up and down, drinking you in and he swallows.
His best friend looks up to see what he’s looking at and his face breaks into a grin as he calls out your name. “Look at you, you look absolutely stunning. Give us a twirl!”
“No,” you laugh back at him. “I’m not giving you a fucking twirl and look at you, sometimes you clean up decently then.”
He prods you. “Rude.”
You both laugh as Joe stands stiffly next to you and as soon as you realise, it takes you out of the moment and you feel awkward. Where the fuck is Kayleigh? She’s supposed to have been getting here at the same time as you to avoid situations like this.
“Hi,” Joe says quietly.
“Hi,” you reply. “I… got the tights. Thanks.”
“Yeah.” he replies. “You, uh…”
“What?”
“You look beautiful. Really fucking beautiful.”
You don’t know what to say to that and so you settle on. “Thanks. You look… handsome.” and then you feel a slap on your bare shoulder and look round to see Kayleigh grinning at you, her boyfriend in tow.
“Sorry, I’m a bit late.” she chirps at you. “Shall we go in?”
Her boyfriend goes in first, she follows and you follow behind them looking down at the floor, or anywhere that’s not at Joe really. “Hey.” you hear his best friend say. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” you hear Joe’s voice. “Thanks mate, I’m… fine.”
--
Maisie’s wedding is absolutely stunning. She looks beautiful, he looks handsome. She cries, he cries. You cry, Kayleigh and the others cry. It all goes off without a hitch and it’s the most perfect ceremony. Every time you look at her, you get teary because you’re so stupidly happy for her. Well. That and the nagging thoughts in the back of your head that ‘everyone thought this would be you and Joe’ but you won’t let them take over today, it’s Maisie and Oliver’s day after all.
After the ceremony there’s a dinner, Maisie is kind enough to sit you with Kayleigh, her boyfriend and another couple so you don’t have to sit at the same table as Joe, who is with his best friend and the rest of the single guys. You know Maisie probably had to switch some people around, because when you’d originally RSVP’d you and Joe had been together and therefore, would have sat together.
You all mingle for a while after the dinner, just hanging around the hotel knowing that there’s going to be a disco a little bit later on, before you cut the cake and Maisie demands that all of the women get on the floor so that she can throw her bouquet. You hang back, because you’re not in the mood or the mind space to take part in it, but one of Maisie’s cousins is not having that and drags you into the mess of women. You don’t make an attempt to even catch it, so her cousin yanks your arms out in front of you for the picture so it looks like you are making some sort of attempt.
So of course it falls into your open arms.
And of course you just want to die.
Maisie’s cousin nudges you after. “Hey, you know your ex-hottie? Well, as soon as he saw you catch that, he stormed out of the room.”
Right, because of course he did.
More mingling happens after that, Maisie and her husband disappear for a while, to get changed as she doesn’t want to be in her dress and ruin it all night. Some comes back with an equally as nice dress on and you all pretend that she and Oliver weren’t just upstairs shagging each others brains out for half an hour. You don’t blame her, if it was your day you probably would have done the same thing.
The bar opens, the after party starts and the drinks start flowing. You practically limpet yourself to Kayleigh’s side, sometimes getting inbetween her and her boyfriend because you feel so out of place, but you feel like you have to stay there. Especially because you have a room upstairs and are supposed to be staying overnight. All you want to do is go back to your flat though, put Joe’s shirt back on, get back into bed and sleep the rest of the weekend. Alas, that is not going to happen.
The music is your typical wedding reception fare, you all sway to Sweet Caroline, listen to September and Kayleigh and Maisie try and make you do the dance routine you made up to Stop by Spice Girls back when you were young, except none of you can remember it and you look like a group of tits.
Everyone is pretty drunk, pretty quickly as Maisie’s Dad was so kind to put a substantial amount of money behind the bar, which was a mistake because Joe’s best friend has apparently taken it as a personal challenge. He wobbles past you on the dance floor with a shot of blue curacao at one point and who the fuck drinks that straight?
You feel like you’ve been a bit of a killjoy throughout the day, actually and that doesn’t make you feel good. You can’t help but keep sneaking little glances at Joe when he isn’t looking and he looks how you feel, he doesn’t seem to be in the mood to be drinking a lot either, which is really out of character for him.
You have a couple of glasses of wine, nowhere near enough to get you anywhere near drunk, you dated Joe for almost eight fucking years after all and had to learn to keep up with him. Even if you’ve probably gained some liver damage to go along with it. It loosens you up a little and you, Maisie, Kayleigh and the other girls become Dancing Queen’s, though as Joe’s best friend points out as he necks some absinthe “you lot fucking wish you were seventeen.”
It’s when ‘You Sexy Thing’ comes on and Joe’s best friend practically lobs his glass at the nearest table while exclaiming that it’s his “fucking jam, mate!!!”, grabbing ahold of Kayleigh and dragging her off towards the dance floor that you decide it might be time to step outside and get some air away from the chaos. You grab your phone and slide out onto the balcony that leads out from the hall that the after party is being held in.
Maisie picked the party to happen in a really beautiful place, the balcony is softly lit by white lights and looks out onto the most beautiful well-tended garden. And then you notice that you’re not alone at looking at this view. There stands Joe, his suit jacket lost somewhere in the main hall, his sleeves rolled up and a Martini perched on the small table he’s standing next to. That damn curl is still hanging on his forehead and he has a cigarette between his lips. You contemplate turning round and leaving before he sees you.
You decide that there’s space enough for the two of you though and you rest your own arms on the railing of the balcony and look down at the beautiful gardens below. It makes you feel a sense of peace.
When you feel his eyes on you, you pretend that you don’t. You want to know how this is going to play out, if he’s going to head back into the party, or if he’s going to pretend you’re not there. Then you hear him clear his throat and you kind of have to acknowledge that he’s there, you suck in a breathe and turn to face him. “Oh. Hi. I didn’t see you there.”
“I’ve been stood here for a while,” he tells you, picking up the Martini and taking a sip of it. “You don’t seem like you’re having fun tonight.” He observes.
“I’m having fun,” you tell him. “Are you having fun?”
He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table. “I’m having fun,” he tells you and you want to tell him he’s a fucking liar, because he’s had a face like a slapped arse all night. “Need a break because he’s being a bit much.” You know the ‘he’ in question is his best mate.
“Yeah,” you agree. “Has he made it his personal mission to get a shot of everything that bar has to offer tonight? He’s gonna hurl on Kayleigh by the end of the night.”
“Oh that is exactly what he’s fucking doing,” he straightens up and turns to you with a grin. “He said if it’s free he might as well go for it, he’s always wanted to do it.”
His grin sends a tingle straight to your heart and you laugh along with him. This feels like old times.
“Typical,” you tell him with a giggle. “Whatever will we do with him?”
“God knows,” Joe replies and his eyes flick you up and down again, just like he had in front of the church earlier on today, his eyes settle on the earrings in your ears. “You’re wearing the earrings.”
“Of course I’m wearing the earrings,” you tell him, touching the white gold hoops softly. “I love these earrings.”
Joe nods and a silence falls between the two of you, it’s not a bad silence, it’s comfortable but you still don’t like it. You want him to keep talking to you. “Hey,” you say softly. “Thanks again for the tights.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t know which ones you wanted, so I just grabbed one of each. If you don’t want them all, you can return them or throw them out.”
“No!” You tell him, with a frown that makes a soft smile appear on his face. “I’ll make use of them. I don’t know what I’ll do with the red ones, maybe I’ll be a devil next Halloween.” You swallow. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over to the flat.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. I thought it was time to start moving some more of my stuff out. Plus, I’ve been so busy, I haven’t really had time to do much washing.”
“You could have asked me,” you say. “I would have done it.” He doesn’t reply to that, he just looks away from you and out into the gardens again. “Did you find a new place to rent?”
“Oh.” He turns back to you. “No. I bought a place.”
“You bought a place?!”
“Yeah, well that’s been the plan for a while.” He sips his Martini again. “I wanted to start setting down some proper roots, so I was looking at places and I found one I liked. The mortgage on it is pretty decent as well. Kristen helped me find a good deal.”
Your heart sinks as you remember back to the night at the bar. Kristen is the blonde he got photographed with at walking, him telling you about it is the reason you left that bar in the first place.
“Oh.” you say. “So you and Kristen are moving in with each other?”
He stares at you with the most confused look on his face. “What?”
“You said Kristen helped you find a good deal.”
He blinks at you. “Yeah. She did. She specialises in first time buyers.” And then he grins, the fucker actually grins. “You thought me and Kristen were…”
You look away from him. “Maybe.”
And then it hits you. Those photos of him and Kristen.
They were taken in LA.
He’s bought a place.
In LA.
He’s moving to LA.
You feel a little bit sick actually. “Oh.” You say. “Congratulations on getting on the property ladder.”
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “I pick the keys up in a week, so it made sense for me to start taking my stuff over to my Dad’s so it’s all in one place.”
He’s moving to LA in a week. Your lower lip wobbles.
“Be easy to move it from there, it’s only a couple of roads away.”
Wait, what.
“You’re moving… nearer to your Dad?” You ask.
“Yeah, where did you think I was going?” he frowns.
“Those pictures were taken in LA.”
“Yeah?” He frowns. “She had a thing in LA, I was over there and so we met up and she walked me over to her office there so we could look at properties.”
“Your Dad lives in London.”
“Yes?” Joe furrows his eyebrows and it makes the lines on his forehead more prominent. “It was a virtual viewing. She has an office there as well and she’s got one in Dubai.”
Before you can stop yourself, you launch at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. He doesn’t question it, he immediately wraps one arm around you and nestles the other one in your hair. “What’s the matter?” He asks, alarmed.
“Don’t move to LA.” You murmur into his chest. “I know that isn’t fair of me to ask and I know maybe your whole career is going to be out there one day probably, but… just not yet okay?”
“Hey,” his voice is soft. “I’m not going anywhere. I told you, I’m barely moving that far away from the flat. I just wanted a place of my own. Well, our own. I did want you involved in all of this, but then you fell out of love with me.”
“What?!” You peel your face away from his chest and look at him. “Who said I fell out of love with you?”
“You did! You broke up with me.”
“I didn’t break up with you because I fucking fell out of love with you.” You pull away from his embrace and look at him. “You’re the love of my fucking life! I’m never not going to be in love with you.”
“Then why did you fucking break up with me?”
“I told you when I broke up with you,” the two of you are staring at each other now. “Because I didn’t want to be the one holding you back.”
“You were serious about that?!” He frowns.
“Yes?” What the fuck? You thought you were quite clear when you’d explained all this before he punched that goddamn wall.
“I thought you were using that as an excuse, because you were trying to let me down gently.”
“No, Joe!” You feel like laughing, this is so dumb. He’s so fucking dumb. “I don’t want to hold you back, I want you to go out and be able to do everything you want to and need to and not have to worry about you.”
“Sorry, what I’m getting from this,” he looks at you with those stupid big brown eyes of him. “Is that you’re still in love with me.”
“I’m still in love with you.” you tell him. “I love you.”
He grabs you and tugs you back towards him, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses into the top of your head. “My baby,” he says. “My stupid fucking idiot baby.”
He’s practically crushing you against his chest but you don’t care, you cling onto him just as hard as he’s clinging onto you. Neither of you speak, you just hold onto each other. He lets go of you to look down at you. “I love you.” he tells you.
“I love you,” you say straight back to him and he reaches down and cups your chin, smashing his lips against yours, it’s messy and desperate and you cling onto him kissing him with just as much force as he’s kissing you with.
When he pulls away, he presses his forehead against yours. “I didn’t even swipe on anyone on that fucking dating app and now you know why I was walking with Kristen are you ready to stop being an idiot now? I want you to be home waiting for me, I want you to come on these trips with me, or come and visit me when I’m away filming. I want to fucking miss you and treasure the time I have with you. I want you to be in my life, because you are my life.” He presses another kiss to your lips. “Are you ready to just be my fucking girlfriend again?”
You stare up at him, well aware that you have ruined your mascara. “Yeah.” you say simply. “I want to be with you. Now and always.”
You kiss again, the two of you holding onto each other like you’re scared to let go. Long, deep and full of longing. It’s been too long since you’ve shared a kiss like this. And you’re so fucking happy.
“Are you okay?” He asks when he pulls away, wiping away stray tear drops.
“I’m happy.” you tell him. “Really happy.”
“So am I.” He presses another kiss onto his lips. “Got my baby back, couldn’t be happier.” Another kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You stroke his cheek affectionately. “You didn’t just get your baby back, I got mine back too.”
He kisses the hand that was stroking his cheek. “Do you want to go back inside?”
“No,” you shake your head. “Maybe later, I just want to be with you.” You hold onto him, shivering now that the cold of the evening is getting to you. “Let’s just go chill upstairs for a bit.”
“Okay,” he wraps an arm around your waist and looks around the balcony, there are some steps leading down to go into the main entrance, so instead of going back into the main hall and passed everyone else. “You really do look beautiful tonight, baby.”
You manage to avoid everyone else and end up making out in the elevator all the way to Joe’s room. Luckily, he has his key card in his pocket rather than his jacket pocket, because his jacket is still hidden somewhere down in the hall.
His mouth is on your neck as soon as the door has closed behind you, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. He’s going to leave a mark, but at this moment in time you don’t care. Hell, you’ll buy a new fucking foundation just to cover it up if you have to. “Want you out of this dress,” he tells you. “Desperate to take it off you.”
“Yeah?” You ask,
“Yeah, from the moment I saw you this morning.” His hands find the zip at the back of it, tugging it down. “Felt like shit all day, baby. Never thought I’d get to do something like this again.”
“Mmm,” is the only thing you can muster, kicking your dress out of the way and leaning into his touch as he unclips your bra -- one handed, you might add and starts to push your panties down, which you do have to help him with. You can feel his fat cock pressing into your thigh. You reach down to touch it, but he swiftly pulls away from you
“Lie down,” he tells you. “I want to make you feel good. Want to do what I’d been thinking about doing all day when I came home that night.”
“Wanna make you feel good too,” you tell him.
“Shhh, do what you’re told for once, lie down and put your legs over my shoulders.”
And so you do what you’re told to for once.
God. You’d forgotten just how fucking good he is at this, your eyes are rolling back in after one fucking lick. You toss your head back against the pillow as he teases you with his tongue.
One of your hands finds his head, tangling in those perfect curls as his fat tongue glides over your clit. It doesn’t take long for two of his full fingers to join his tongue, sliding inside of you.
“Fuck, Joey.” You purr out tugging on his hair a little, causing him to groan straight into your cunt. “That’s it, fuck.”
He gives a particularly sharp suck down on your clit and you can’t help the way that your hips twitch of their own accord and buck up into his face. He groans into you again, but uses his other arm to hold your hips down.
It’s honestly embarrassing how quickly you’re creaming all over his face. But ultimately, you’re glad that you did decide to shave last night.
Despite the fact that you’re still writhing from your orgasm when he pulls away and looks at you, the glistening wetness on his face fully makes your clit twitch.
“I’d forgotten how good you are at that,” you mumble against his mouth as you kiss again, your hands unbuttoning his shirt as his tongue glides with yours. It’s tossed to the side and soon joined by his suit trousers and his boxers.
This is the first time the two of you have been fully naked together for a while and it doesn’t escape you that you’re bare apart from the earrings he bought you and he’s bare apart from the chain you bought him for his 21st. It feels right, intimate somehow.
Tonight is different from the past two times. For one, you’re in a bed and not in some random place. And he’s not rough as he slides into you, he slips in easy, you honestly can’t remember the last time you were this wet.
Well, the tonguefucking your cunt just got probably helps.
He doesn’t pound you senseless, it’s slow, almost sensual, really. He’s taking his time with you tonight, this isn’t just a quick fuck, this is your boyfriend, the man you’ve been in love with since you were twenty-one, the man you’ve had a crush on since you were sixteen, making love to you.
He thrusts slow, deep, with purpose. His eyes on you the entire time, his lips finding yours repeatedly as he stuffs you with his cock.
“I love you.” he tells you, when he makes you let out a particularly loud moan, his mouth again meeting yours, this kiss is deeper than the last though.
Your hands settle on him, gently stroking up and down his freckled back until you slide them down and grab ahold of his perfect peachy ass, digging your nails in, causing him to yelp out and laugh.
“Oi.”
“What’s… oh fuck…” you moan out. “What’s the point of having a… a boyfriend, if I can’t grab his perfect ass?”
He shuts you up with another kiss, his thrusts getting faster and deeper now. Your hand finds your clit and you start to stroke circles in it, but he bats your hand away and takes over, stroking firm circles, just the way you like it, he hasn’t forgotten.
Your hips meet his, taking him as deep as you can, his thrusts start to stutter, his fingers start to rub faster, harder and you’re seeing stars. You come together and he collapses on top of you, burying his head into your neck. “Sorry,” he gasps. “I’ll move in a second, I just… need to be close to you.”
“No,” you tell him, kissing every inch of his skin you can reach. “I like you this close, I need you this close.”
“God, I love you.” he murmurs into your neck. “Got my fucking baby back.”
He shifts soon after and you pout at the loss of him. “Do you want to go back downstairs?” he asks. “They’re probably wondering where we are.”
“They’re stupid if they haven’t figured it out.” You bite down on your lip and you feel slightly guilty, because you don’t want to have stolen any of Maisie’s thunder. “Not yet. Maybe in a bit, just lay with me, please?”
The two of you slip under the covers, wrapping around each other, stroking each others bodies in silence. It’s a nice silence, the pair of you cooling off.
“Oh,” you tell him. “You need to give me your new address.”
He kisses your shoulder. “How long have we got left on the lease?”
You think. “Two months, maybe?”
“Give your notice.” he tells you. “We’ll start moving everything in as soon as I get the keys, I’ll just pay the landlord whatever we owe him and he can just start finding new tenants.”
“You want me to move in?” You ask, with a smile.
“Yeah,” Joe looks at you. “I told you, you were always supposed to be involved in it. Quicker you get out of that flat, quicker we can build our home.” He yawns.
“Okay,” you kiss him. “I’ll let him know tomorrow that we’ll be gone by the end of the lease.”
“Mmm.” Joe murmurs sleepily. “I’m probably gonna…” he yawns again, closing his eyes. “I’m probably gonna ask you the other question soon.”
Your heart soars. “What question, Joey?”
But his breathing has evened out and he lets out a light snore.
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You yawn and stretch, opening one eye lazily. It takes you a second to remember where you are, this isn’t your apartment. No, this is Joe’s hotel room after the wedding.
Mmm. Joe.
Joe your boyfriend. Joe who you’re moving back in with, in a place that is fully just yours and his. Joe who practically told you he’s going to ask you to marry him.
You reach out for him, only to find the bed empty next to you.
Your heart drops and you sit up with a panic. No, not again. Please not again. You look around the room, the clothes from last night are still strewn on the floor, his overnight bag still on the chair. “Joey?!” You call.
He pops his head out of the door of the en suite, looking quite alarmed. “What?” He asks. “What’s the matter?”
“I thought you’d gone!” And it’s embarrassing how your eyes have filled up with tears. “I thought you’d left me again.”
“No!” He shuffles over to the bed and kneels on it, buck ass naked still from last night. He wraps you up in his arms and kisses you deeply. “I was peeing.”
You bury your face against him, your hot tears on his bare skin. “Oh my god, please don’t scare me that again.”
“I was peeing!” he replies, but he kisses the top of your head. “Baby, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”
“Promise?” You ask, weakly. Still embarrassed from your overreaction.
He lets you go. “I promise.” He looks down at his hand, slipping off the white gold band on his right hand. “Give me your hand.”
You blink at him confused, but offer your hand out to him. He slips his ring onto thumb, the only finger on your hand big enough.
“I promise.” he tells you again, with a kiss.
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rocksanddeadflowers · 7 months
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HEY I JUST LISTENED TO DTTM FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY PLEASE READ!!!!
(did I actively avoid death to the mechanisms for over half a year once discovering them yes now shush not the point of the post)
OH THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR DTTM IN THIS POST BY THE WAY JUST SO YOU KNOW
When Jonny described his end I absolutely lost my mind bc of this dream I had a while ago that I made a post about and everything:
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DID I JUST EXPERIENCE JONNY'S LAST MOMENTS WHAT HAPPENED WAS THAT THE AFTERLIFE FOR HIM WHAG I'M SOBBING SO HARD HE GOT TK SEE HIS SISTER AGAIN WHAT I ???????
DEAD SERIOUS RN GUYS I DON'T REMEMBER HOW THE HEART WAS DAMAGED BUT I REMEMBER IT WAS BAD AND THE ENERGY WAS TENSE AND ELECTRIC AND NASTYA WAS THERE SHE WAS THERE DIDKDID S ZKCONDE JX CKD S
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postsofbabel · 23 days
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GIVE ME SHAKESPHARE YOU ENDLESS AMOUNT OF MONKEYS ON TYPE WRITERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you insist...
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not-goldy · 4 months
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enough with y'all dragging baby jk
let's talk about this 💀💀
https://x.com/everyponie/status/1735069626491379897?s=20
Was going to say they held him by his edges but remembered he has no edges jx one large real estate
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Also, what's there???? I can't access the link
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richtofens-hips · 5 months
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X: being a man sucks like holy shit
J: being my man wouldnt (bro is the rizzler)
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X: SHUT UP
J: awwh you liked that one didnt u
X: NO I DIDNT
J: you're so cute when you're flustered doctor
X: IM NOT FLUSTERED DUMMKOPF
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S: ....are they flirting
JX: ....yup
Jorceyo gives off such dempsey energy its funny
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gokyuzumenots · 1 year
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Bugün bunu uzun bir liste halinde tekrar paylaşacağım
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didismal · 2 months
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so once again i have new blogs to add to the list for my directory of 80,000 sideblogs
However I really wanted to promo Mortis and Mori's blog over @take-pills the blog has been up a while but no followers over there. And I wanted to promote Jumin's blog over @han-j and lastly, my dear Umbra over @golg0tha
These are really the newest ones, as for the rest:
@ufo0h - Rey's Personal @d-inoxia - Grim's Witchcraft blog @weirdwoes - Frank's subliminal spaces blog @eatd1rt - David's Nature Blof @pink-ok - Siouxsie's Pink Blog @b00mp0wder - Powder and Jx's glitch/toy/arcade/90's core blog @cupi-d - Amor's love core/cupid blog @sera-ph - Light academia and light aesthetics/angels @lotus-epicure - Redd's punk blog @honesthlie - Honey, Charlotte, and Esther's dark academia @rlo-art - System art blog. @take-pills - Mortis and Mori's personal (gothic themed?) @golg0tha - Umbra's religious trauma blog (goth aesthetic as well) @han-j - Jumin's dark academia and cat blog @runrunrun - Snake's BPD vent blog
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bibasgit · 2 years
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Hadi herkes sevdiği bloklara şarkı bıraksın.
Bahadır sağlam- Sınırımız Gökyüzü
Furkan Olgaç- Bir delinin günlüğü
Furkan Olgaç - Nefretle aşk arasında
Batuhan Kordel- Gönül davası
@masmavibirsiyah @mutsuz1pic @gelmemeyegidyorum @gokoberke @anxietylurks @alyeskazuka @bugradayim @gecebenimay @sergenmcd @s-jx @superkursunaskr @kalptekimavi @kaanbubelli @konusmamizgerekenkonularvar @uzicim @l-udvig @dertmibu @yasinkal @ddsbirgetto @nyctophilia-35 @bitanevurucamsimdi @nefrettbenimkimligim @arassblogg @tarkankurdu @hissiz1isi @sylevesteryey
Daha vardır ama unuttum.
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valkyriesexual · 2 years
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Sent the ask about the motion to dismiss thing - apparently I got it wrong and there are only WaPo printers in VA (I'm not 100% sure but I just checked what was said and it only mentions printers). Idk if it's just bc I'm a layperson but this seems absolutely bonkers to me that this was approved somehow because... they printed the newspaper there?
have you seen the case where the coal mine baron sues john oliver for defamation over the nutter butter squirrel bit? that was filed west virginia. idk why the virginias have decided they want to be *the* dream location for defamation plaintiffs...
the aclu wrote an amicus brief in the bob murray v. john oliver case which may be the funniest legal brief i've ever read. the whole thing is worth a read. my favorite parts are footnote 3 ("anyone can have dreams"), the argument header "Anyone can Legally Say 'Eat Shit' Bob", and the quotes "It is apt that one of Plaintiffs’ objections to the show is about a human-sized squirrell named Mr. Nutterbutter, because this case is nuts.", "Bob Murray thinks John Oliver was mean to him, and he doesn’t want him to be mean again. While that is sad for Bob Murray, it is unconstitutional for a court to order such relief", and the single greatest use of a photograph inside a legal brief i've ever seen:
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okay but i got a little off track there. i bring this up because, in the wake of Oliver winning his lawsuit against Bob Murray, his show did a segment on SLAPP lawsuits. the clip can be found embedded here, and Oliver discusses the virginia(s)' weak anti-SLAPP laws which allowed the depp v. heard case to proceed in the first place.
anyway. this doesn't really answer your question. the virginia court found that depp met the minimum contacts requirement, a civpro rule used to determine when it is appropriate for a court in one state to assert personal jurisdiction over a defendant from another state.
the seminal minimum contacts case, from SCOTUS and thus binding on all lower courts, is International Shoe (International Shoe Co. v. Washington, 326 U.S. 310 (1945), the Supreme Court held that for a defendant to have minimum contacts, the defendant needs some combination of the two following factors: systematic and continuous activity within the forum jurisdiction).
if i was an appellate lawyer working on this case, i'd certainly be looking at Calder v. Jones (a defamation case involving Florida & California). 465 U.S. 783 (1984). i'd be analogizing that the appropriate venue would be California for this case, as its where AH and depp lived during their relationship, where both their careers were, etc.
But if I was depp's team, I'd be looking at Thousand Oaks Barrel Co., LLC v. Deep South Barrels LLC, 241 F. Supp. 3d 708 (2017)(holding that a company that directed electronic activity into Virginia with the manifest intent to do business with Virginia residents by setting up an interactive ecommerce website accessible to Virginia residents and used that website to fulfill Virginia customers’ Internet purchases was sufficient to establish minimum contacts). Based on that wildly broad interpretation, you could analogize that WaPo prints newspapers that are delivered to Virginia residents so by choosing to publish her article in WaPo, now she's subject to personal jx in Virginia.
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