#Joe throwing his guitar

[blueautumngrave]

I WANT TO DRAW FALL OUT BOY NOT WRITE AN ANALYTICAL POETRY ESSAY

[urhoneycombwitch]

foreword: typing this from my phone while blitzed sorry if this is messy. lol. based off of those Hoard pics of Joe Quinn. edible arms. u get it.

+18 mdni. husky!neighbor!Eddie x Reader

Cw: mutual masturbation, desc of Eddie’s larger weight (but purely in a fat-positive manner. big boys are hot period), soft!dom from both sides, R has breasts + a V and a lot of feminine nicknames are used.

Your surprise visit to Eddie’s apartment in the middle of the night has taken an awkward turn when, in the midst of your familiar barging in and subsequent ramble about the latest drama at your work, you realize Eddie is out of breath just from standing behind the counter.

“did I… interrupt something?” you ask, the beginning of a tease in your voice, squinting at the visible sheen on his skin (peeking out from a faded tee and sweatpants hung low on those plush hips. not that you were staring, per se...) “do you have a girl over?”

he rolls his eyes. “only girl over here is you, sweetheart.”

you lean into your forearms across the countertop, dropping to a joking, salacious whisper- “so you were jacking off, then?”

what you don’t expect is Eddie to scoff and blush, but that’s what he does: rosy pink tingeing his cheeks, eyes darting to the floor.

“oh my god.” you straighten, taking a step back, suddenly self-conscious. “you actually were? i- i was joking.”

Eddie shakes out of his embarrassment, trying to mollify you. “nah, don’t sweat it, angel. you couldn’t have known. maybe we just go our separate ways for tonight and-“

“I was gonna go home and do the same, actually,” you blurt out, feeling warm yourself.

that gets you his eyes, intense and suddenly focused on yours.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” you take a step closer, rounding to his side of the counter. “I could… do it here. if you wanted.”

“holy shit,” Eddie murmurs, as you press against his front, his big arms automatically encircling your shoulders. “really?”

“where do you want me?”

“uhhh…” Eddie stalls for a moment then recovers. “the bed. my bed is good. let’s go in there.”

he leads you down the hall to his room, a bit of laundry hanging here and there but otherwise clean and lit by cozy lamplight.

“smells like boy in here.” you sigh happily with a gentle bounce onto the bed. you scoot towards the wall to make room on the bed for two, but when you look over, Eddie’s dragging a chair across the carpet to face you and sits in it.

“the hell are you doing?” you’re about to protest at the level of intimacy that you feel has ramped up in his favor, but Eddie just shrugs a shoulder.

“think of it this way, princess: you’ll get to watch me, too.”

his words stop you from complaining further. Eddie throws an arm over his shoulder to pull his t-shirt off, his guitar pick nestled just above the ornate crow tattoo covering his chest. staggering his feet on the ground, his thighs widen to show off the steadily-growing bulge in his sweats.

he’s fucking gorgeous. thick arms, a dark trail of hair smattering across the pudge of his stomach and dipping into his waistband. your mouth waters as you lie back on the pillows, wiggling out of your jeans and underwear without taking your eyes off of him.

Eddie palms himself through his pants, rings glinting in the low light.

when you spread yourself for him, the wet click of your stickiness between your fingers makes him moan.

“fuck yeah, sweetheart. touch that pretty clit for me.”

you obey, dipping your fingers down into the well of your wetness before rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves, hips bucking into your own touch.

“you can- ah- touch yourself, too.” your voice is strained but Eddie must’ve heard you; he wastes no time in pulling his sweats down around his balls, revealing a sizeable cock that drips precum steadily over his fist as he begins to stroke himself.

“fuck, Eddie,” you gasp, fingers working faster over your throbbing clit, other hand pawing at your nipples hardened through layers of fabric. “how’m I ever gonna take that?”

“we’ll work you up to it.”

that shouldn’t make you clench the way it does. “jesus, Eddie.”

there’s a slick noise with each of his movements, harsh slap of skin as he fucks into his own fist. “stick some fingers inside you, doll. how many can you take?”

the fingers on your clit stay but you slide your other hand to your mouth, sucking on the middle three before following them down the slope of your body to slowly push them into your gushing hole.

Eddie swears, hips snapping forward. “fuck yeah. just like that… be a good girl for me, curl ‘em up and fuck yourself.”

“wish it was you.” you’re letting the sound of Eddie’s fist set your own rhythm, eyes starting to roll back, wave of pleasure mounting. “wish it was your cock filling me up instead of my fingers…”

“next time,” Eddie says- and it’s the way he says is, all breathless assurance, that sends the wave crashing into you.

“fu-uuck…” the crown of your head tips back into the pillows, cunt clenching around your fingers as you come. through your own haze of peaking, you hear Eddie’s praises in rocky timbre.

“that’s it, baby. let it out. oh, fuck yes, you’re so hot- fuck, you’re gonna make me come-“

you open your eyes just in time to watch his shoulders curl in, ropes of cum shooting out of the ruddy head of his cock, painted against his chest and stomach, into the hair that’s fallen over his shoulders.

Eddie collapses back into his chair with a low-toned sigh, slack-jawed until you giggle him into speech again. “christ. that was incredible. goddamn. you're officially invited to interrupt my jacking off sessions any time, from now until the end of time."

[dear-bunnyboo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

and just like that, all hell breaks loose 🫢 (hope this makes you guys temporarily forget that bae played like ass last sunday 🥲)

side note: I am really proud of this chapter. so proud that it might be my current favorite <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Can Joe save you when everything comes crashing down?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, cursing, haters, rumors, liar!Jack, toxic ex, crying, angry!reader, media, joe being a sweetheart, light fluff, flashback, protective!Joe

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This week has been proven to be challenging for you.

Halfway through your tour you have a mandatory rest week as you’d like to call it— not only for yourself but for every single people involved behind the scenes as well, they have been working as hard as you were, if not even more.

You were a workaholic, and a day off is enough for you to get recharged. Which is why you were finding it so hard to get through the week— you were itching to perform. You had to distract yourself with a pen and paper for your own sanity— writing helps release the energy and tension from your body.

It’s only been two days since the rest week started and you were silently going insane. It doesn’t help that Joe just messaged you saying that it was their bye week of the season— you really didn’t know what to do with the information he gave you. You are more closer to Joe now than you were before, from the frequent late night talking, FaceTimes, texting— and you loved it. You just didn’t know what his break had to do with you— until he spells it out for you.

I’m coming over

He texted you this an hour ago. Joe has been over your house before and vice versa— you were continuously teased by Y/BF/N which really wasn’t a surprise to you. Your best friend has declared herself the president of the Joe and Y/N Fanclub and it’s borderline psychotic but you love her anyways.

Again— this week is a challenge.

Joe was coming over and you found yourself wanting to throw up— you had zero clue as to why your stomach was hurting and why your palms were getting clammy. You placed your palm on your forehead, lightly feeling for a fever but with no avail.

You have been refusing the feeling for months now.

You hated it.

It was happening all over again. The same feelings, the same outcomes. It was bullshit.

Those damn butterflies that died that night seemed to resurrect from the dead every time you talked to Joe— every time he laughed and smiled at you the butterflies not only show up but get trampled by a stampede of animals.

Sitting cross legged on your living room sofa as you waited for the quarterback— you looked around your surroundings. Around you was littered with papers with scribbles of your panic writing, your electric guitar discarded right next to you. A ding broke you out of your thoughts and upon looking down on your phone, you see another message form Joe.

I think you’ll really like my surprise, lovebug.

You were gonna throw up— a butterfly is about to come out of your mouth.

Yeah?, well, color me intrigued.

Tossing your phone away from you, you wiped your sweaty hands on you sweatpants and continued writing— you were writing with so much fervor that your handwriting started to look like you were writing a medicine prescription but you understood it.

You understood it.

Lovebug

Joe started calling you lovebug a couple months ago when he came over your house for the first time.

You and Joe were talking animatedly about your favorite SpongeBob episodes on your couch. The two of you just finished watching the first SpongeBob Movie and now you both were just geeking out and giggling about iconic episodes.

“Nothing will top the chocolate episode. Still makes me laugh out loud till this day.” Joe chuckles as he placed his arms on the sofa just behind your head— he wasn’t touching you but you felt the heat of his body by how close you two were sitting. The feeling was somewhat more intimate than actually being touched— it was the longing for it that was getting to you.

“The episode where they performed at the Super Bowl halftime was my favorite! I thought that would be your favorite. Nothing will ever top that.” You bounced on your seat, facing Joe even more now— looking at him like he grew three heads for not picking that episode as his favorite.

The quarterback laughs at you as he watched your eyes grow wide in excitement as you talked about that episode, “Ok, ok! That’s a great one as well, I’m not gonna lie.” He put his hands up in surrender but before you could even reply back to him, you caught sight of something moving from your peripheral vision— turning your head slightly, you spotted a tarantula climbing up your sofa and with no hesitation whatsoever you bolted out of your couch screaming.

Joe looked at you alarmed, immediately standing up and walking towards you slowly in concern, “What’s wrong?” He carefully eyes you with his beautiful baby blues— if it weren’t for the predicament you found yourself in you would have turned red but you didn’t have time for that. You pushed Joe away from you, your eyes still trained on the spider as you directed Joe’s body to face the insect.

“There is a huge spider, Joe!” You whisper-yelled, trying your hardest not to yell as you inched your back towards the wall. Joe, however, turned to look at you with a grin on his face— you gave him a look as he continued to look smug.

“What!?” You scolded him.

“You’re scared of spiders?” He asked in both a concerned and amused tone.

“Gee, Joe— no I’m thrilled. That was me screaming in joy.” You blurted out sarcastically, slightly pushing him towards it again as you hid behind his towering figure, “And that is not a spider, that’s a fucking Pokémon at this point— get it out!”

The blonde, laughed at your attitude— just now meeting this new persona of yours, you’ve always been so sweet to him that this side of you was amusing him. Sassy— he liked it.

“Joseph! Are you just gonna stare at me? Or are you gonna actually help? That thing basically owns the house at this point— please, Joey.” And there it was, the sweet side Joe was just thinking about, Joe shook his head and smiled at you before moving towards the insect.

“You know, it’s also scared, right? We probably look hideous to it as well.” Joe consoles you while you continued to watch him quietly reach his bare hands to catch the spider— which were as big as his hands.

“Congrats, you’re a Disney Princess.” you rolled your eyes at him— there was no convincing you when it comes to spiders.

Joe just let out the biggest laugh at your sassiness, “You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met.”

“I’m here all night.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

He struggled to keep the spider in place as he carefully wrestled it around his palms as the spider stared squirming. You slowly inched closer to the couch now that Joe has reached your front door, “Be careful. Don’t hurt it— I want it out of my house not dead.” You muttered but Joe heard you loud and clear, earning another a warm smile from him.

“Look at you— I thought you were worried about me for a second but it was for the spider. Who’s the Disney Princess now?” Joe winked at you before walking out of the front door to get the spider out.

Joe saunters back in shorty looking smug as if he just wrestled an alligator out of your house. Placing himself next to you back on the couch he looks at you in amusement and before you could give him an attitude— Joe raised his hand up to remove the stray hairs out of your face, your hair slightly disheveled after running for your life.

You remained still as you watched him watch you— Joe was looking at every single part of your face as if he was memorizing every inch of you before muttering something under his breath. It was so low that you missed it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you asked, “What?” You managed to breath out.

“Lovebug”

His baby blue eyes finally meeting yours. You sat stunned— not knowing where all this was coming from.

“What?” You started to sound like a broken record as you asked him again.

“You’re such a lovebug.” The quarterback shrugged before removing his hand off of your face, now facing your TV as he tries to move on from the situation. Joe must have felt your eyes still on him as you tried to process and understand what he just said— what he was trying to say.

“You’re full of love. You’re such a good person. Just a few months of knowing you and being your friend and I’ve noticed how much love you have to offer— it’s amazing really. You are terrified of spiders but you didn’t want it dead, unlike some people would.” Joe shrugged shoving chips in his mouth as if he didn’t just say the sweetest things to you.

“Joe, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Thank you.”

“It’s true” he nodded at you. “Lovebug is scared of a little bug.” Joe continued to joke earning an exasperated look from you.

“That thing was not little, Joe. It was practically a grown adult.”

You remembered the feeling you felt when he told you those things that night.

You understood how fucked you were.

You understood how this could be another one of your biggest mistakes, you continued writing on the paper— words, phrases, lyrics were spewing out of you as you continued to think about that night— the TV not even distracting you for a second.

You didn’t know why your heart was feeling this way. How it could start beating the way it is as if it wasn’t beaten and bruise— you didn’t understand why this was happening to you.

All of you thought that love off the table.

So why?

The heart is resilient— love is resilient. It can suffer for years, it can be broken and used over and over again, it can be shattered into pieces, it can make you feel numb— but then it surprises you when it flutters again. Flutters from the happiness, the giddiness, excitement, and even love— again, it’s resilient.

You’re brain however, it’s logical. It has stored all the memories; the good, the bad, the traumatic into specific file cabinets— it gathers information from your previous experiences and helps you stop yourself from going through those same experiences again.

Your heart was telling you to go for it while your brain was telling you to let it go. They never seem to listen to each other but they also couldn’t live without each other— the heart and the brain, just another love story.

Your doorbell rang pulling you out of your thoughts. You quickly gathered yourself together before standing up to answer the door— opening your front door, you were met with Joe who has one hand in his pocket while to other one was hiding a paper bag behind his back.

“Hey.” And just like that he single-handedly managed to get the butterflies in your stomach to awaken from their slumber.

Holding to door wide open you gave the man in front of you a smile, “Hey, you.” You greeted Joe before side stepping to let his huge frame in— as he walks in your house you addressed the paper bag clasped in his hand.

“What you got there?” You nodded your head towards the bag, looking up at him in curiosity as he placed himself down on your sofa. Joe took a quick look down at the bag before reaching out to hand it to you.

“It’s the surprise I was talking about.” Joe eyes you up and down, his eyes feeling like lasers as the heat started to build up throughout your body. You simply shook your head as you sat next to him— carefully opening the paper bag.

A peak of yellow was seen— pulling the huge box out you were met with the new Bowser Lego set that you have been looking to buy for a while now; it’s been sold out everywhere. One of the many surprising things that you’ve learned about Joe was that he loved Legos which you found exciting cause you had a mild but concerning obsession with Legos.

You eyed the box with wide eyes before looking up back at Joe who was looking at you amused— you couldn’t contain yourself so you launched yourself on the quarterback and tackled him in a hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I don’t know what occasion it is for you to give me a present but I’m not complaining!” You muttered excitingly in the crook of his neck as Joe squeezed you back in return, laughing at your explosive reaction.

“There is no occasion— and I have connections.” He said proudly before slowly scanning the papers scattered in front of him.

You let out an over exaggerated gasp, “You have Lego connections?” your eyes widening even more as you scooted closer to him— all your undivided attention now on him.

Joe nodded as he chuckles at your excitement, “Can I know those people, please?” You begged hoping the man next to you would give you what you asked for.

“I’m your Lego connection. I’ll buy you all the Lego you want— you have me.” Joe answers his eyes still trained on the papers in front of him as he tried his hardest to understand your manic handwriting.

“I do have you. That’s sweet.” You looked down on your lap smiling.

You hate yourself

“You have me.” Joe mutters under his breath.

You hated him.

You hated everything— why is this happening to you?

You hated how easy it is for your heart to love again. You hated how your body reacted to Joe— he could breathe in a weird way and you’d find it cute. You hated how you folded for a man who could easily disregard you like they all did.

You wanted to cry.

You hated how scared you are, it’s almost a year since the cheating scandal happened and you were still scared— you weren’t scared of falling, you were scared of crashing.

Trying your hardest to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, you turned to look at Joe who was quietly trying to read your lyrics— in a flash, your hand swooped down and compiled all the paper towards you.

“Uh uh, these are potential songs— no spoilers for you.” You tutted at him as you arranged the folded and crumpled pieces of papers in your arms.

“I couldn’t read them anyway. You have terrible handwriting, Y/N.” He teased as he eyed you for your reaction which you immediately responded to.

“Hey! I have very pretty handwriting. It just so happens that my brain was spitting out too many ideas at once that my hand couldn’t keep up.” you raised your chin high up— looking up at him, you’re eyebrow raised as to challenge him to disagree with you.

“Alright. I believe you.” The quarterback flicks your chin up with his fingers as he took a quick good look at you— Joe finds himself doing that to you a lot recently.

“Anyway, are we gonna make my baby Bowser? Or not?” You gave him the most childish smile you could muster making Joe smile back at you warmly before smirking, a mischievous look covering his handsome face.

“I thought you were gonna ask if we we’re gonna make a baby.” A huge grin twitching to form on his face and in turn you remained still looking at the man in front of you with wide eyes— your mouth opening and closing however, words weren’t coming out of your mouth.

“Maybe next time, lovebug.” Joe continued which shocked you even more. You had never expected that Joe Burrow would be like this prior to meeting him— he looks like such a serious man who means nothing but business. In fact, before meeting him you were sure that he had zero personality, you doubted it’s existence. You were so sure that football was his only personality trait, but now here he was making sex jokes— or was he flirting?

“Joseph Lee Burrow!” You yelled at him before smacking him on the shoulder with the box you were holding— the contents moving around making clanking noises inside the unopened box.

“Ow! I’m joking— but yeah, let’s make your baby Bowser.” He jokingly mocks you while he rubbed his shoulder that you had just hit.

That’s how you found yourselves the next couple of hours— playing with Legos.

You two were sat on the ground on the carpet, finding it more comfortable to work there than your expensive couch. The two of you worked in silence— unless when you two found yourselves singing along the songs in Joe’s playlist.

The bass to Future’s song Codeine Crazy was blasting in your speakers as you and Joe finished Bowser’s legs— you were bobbing your head to the beat as you mindlessly danced in your spot, your eyes solely focused on the manual in front of you— you were too focused that you failed to notice Joe watching you with a fond smile on his face.

What didn’t go unnoticed to you though was the reporter reporting celebrity news on your TV. Before Joe arrived, you were flipping through the channels on your TV looking for something to watch when you decided to leave it on ENews while you continued writing— ultimately you were now regretting that decision.

“New Jersey Devils’ star player Jack Hughes finally speaks up regarding his very public split with Grammy Award winning singer Y/N Y/L/N.”

Apparently this doesn’t go unnoticed by Joe as well who was now watching you as your eyes shot up and remained glued on the screen in front of you.

“Almost a year after videos and pictures surfaced of NHL star Jack Hughes kissing a unknown woman— Jack finally breaks his silence. We interviewed Jack after his game last Saturday against the New York Rangers and the 22 year old had a few things to say about the situation.”

“I just want to clear everything once and for all. You’ve only heard one side of the story. After three years of dating Y/N, never once did I cheat on her— when those pictures came out we were already broken up for a few months, so there was no cheating.”

You’re hands were now shaking while your chest moved up and down in an abnormally fast pace— the Lego piece you were previously holding was now disregarded on the table. Joe— you could barely hear him trying to call out for you. You were solely focused on the TV.

“I hope this stops the baseless rumors, the false narrative that has been put out through the songs— I don’t appreciate it.”

“Why do you think Y/N would lie?” the interviewer asked.

“I don’t know. She has been getting cozy with Burrow— maybe she’s projecting but I do wish her all the best.” Jack chuckles as he gives the interviewer a smile.

Silence

Joe managed to find the TV remote and turned it off but it was too late— you heard everything you needed to hear. You would have heard about that interview regardless, the internet is fast.

“Y/N.” Joe’ stern voice broke the silence. You failed to realize that he was now crouching right next to you.

The soft touch of his hand drawing circles on your back managed to bring the tears out to surface. You felt the burning pain in your chest that you’ve grown familiar with the past couple of months— everything came crashing down on you like the waves during a storm.

“He’s lying.” Was all you’ve managed to muster up. You’re voice was now raspy from the struggle of trying not to break down and cry.

“He’s lying.” You said again, more so to yourself— trying to calm yourself down.

“I know. I know. I believe you.” Joe reassured you while he continued playing with your hair. The blonde’s words shocked you. Why would he believe you? Why should he believe you?

“Why?” You sniffed looking up at Joe, you’re eyes getting more blurry as they filled themselves with tears.

Joe remained calm offering you a comforting smile before gathering you into his arms— he was now sitting behind you with you in between his parted legs, his arms wrapped around your entire torso as he gently pushes you backward to lean against him.

“We haven’t known each other for that long, Joe. How do you know that what he said wasn’t all true?” You pushed releasing a shaky breath not understanding why he is choosing to blindly trust and believe you.

The quarterback doesn’t know about Jack, he knows that you just recently ended a long term relationship but never the specifics— unless he researched you prior which seems uncharacteristic of Joe and unlikely at that.

“I believe you because you wouldn’t be acting like this if you were lying. I believe you because if you were lying, you wouldn’t tear up every time you performed a certain song. I believe you because if you were lying, you wouldn’t have a distant look on your face every time you get reminded of your ex. I believe you because I know you not him.”

The tears that gathered in your eyes finally fell. You were crying again— sure, Jack caused it but you were crying because deep down you knew that you were falling again, for someone who’s talking to you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, someone who unbeknownst to you have been watching your every move.

“He’s ruining my life. He keeps hurting me, Joey.” Sobs wracked your body as you curled up against his chest. “Shh, you’re okay, you’re alright. No one can ruin anything for you or hurt you without your consent, lovebug.” Joe coos as he tries his best to remove the hair that was now sticking on your face from the tears.

The ringing of your phone pulled the both of you out of your little bubble that you’ve just created, grabbing your phone you see Y/BF/N and Trevor calling you for a group FaceTime, quickly answering the call, you started to cry even harder— the overwhelming things that just had happened in a matter minutes getting to you.

“Y/N?” Your two best friends started in unison, their faces filled with concern as they finally saw the state you were in.

“Hey, Popstar.” Trevor gave you a sad smile as he tried to make you smile back at him.

“He’s a fucking liar, Z.” You looked at them sadly, your tears now falling slower than before but consistently.

Trevor looked at you defeatedly as he was just as hurt and disappointed at Jack as you were. He didn’t know why Jack would do something like that to you— he didn’t understand why he cheated in the first place. When Trevor confronted him that night, Jack stated that he was drunk and he didn’t mean to do it, that he wanted to apologize to you and take you back but still continued to date the same girl he cheated on you with and now this— lying to the world, turning the story around. Trevor was just as pissed.

“Y/N, I want you to breathe, okay? I already contacted your publicist for you and I’ll be back there by tomorrow— we’ll figure it out. We always do.” Y/BF/N calmly but sternly confronted you. Y/BF/N went back to her hometown for a couple of days to meet her family which is why she wasn’t with you currently like she always was.

“I know. It’s just people are gonna think I’m a fucking liar now— and that I cheated on him. He fucking implied I’ve been talking to Joe while we were dating and that I was projecting.” upon the realization that Joe’s name was brought into the conversation, you cried even harder.

You didn’t want Joe involved. He doesn’t deserve to be involved in such nonsense— he already gets bombarded by questions about you, now he’s gonna be apart of cheating allegations.

“No one is gonna believe that asshole, Y/N. Sure his die hard fans who wants to jump his bones might but that’s it— he’s dumb.” Y/BF/N explained.

“How do you know that?” You blurted. The pain and anger now reaching the surface ready for you to explode. Thankfully, Joe was quietly listening— his fingers slowly drawing patterns up and down your arm, whispering sweet nothings in your ears that could turn you into a melting puddle if you weren’t so angry right now.

“Because! We were all at that golf course a few weeks before the pictures of Jack cheating came out, remember? The paparazzi got photos of you two latched to each other like a couple of leeches, Y/N! Don’t you see? Jack didn’t think his plan through properly. People won’t believe his bullshit story about you two breaking up months prior and everyone knows you and Joe met after the fact.” You could kiss Y/BF/N through the phone right now. She was right. A few weeks before the drama exploded on your face; you, Y/BF/N, Trevor, Cole, Alex, Jack, Luke, and Quinn went out to play golf together— the day after that the tabloids had pictures of you and Jack together full on PDA.

He’s a dumb motherfucker and that dumb motherfucker is dead to you.

“So, do me a favor— grab your pen and paper and start your magic. I hate seeing you cry because of that fucker. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Joe don’t think I can’t see you, take care of her please.” Y/BF/N gave a stern look through the screen.

“I will.” Joe curtly answered before squeezing you tighter making you melt into him even more.

“Are you telling me the Joe Burrow has been right there this entire time? I’ve been looking at your zoomed in face when I could be looking at Joe Burrow?!” Trevor voices out, moving his head side to side as if he could get a glimpse of the NFL player that way.

You slowly inched your phone away from your face, Joe’s face now appearing on the screen earning a literal gasp from the hockey player.

“Oh my god, hi!” Trevor waves at the quarterback earning a chuckle from Joe and a small smile from you.

Trevor looked at you with a grin after finally making you smile, “I have a game against the Devils this week. I’ll bash his head in against the glass for you.” Trevor said his voice now serious as ever, along with a determined and pisses off look on his face that you only see during his games.

You only hummed in reply before deciding to bid goodbye to your two best friends— lyrics floating around your head waiting to be written out of anger.

“Your friends are sweet.” Joe comments once the call ended, now watching you as you pulled out new blank pieces of papers— both of your positions unchanging, in fact you two were even closer than before.

“They are— you are too.” Turning to meet his intense gaze you managed to give him a genuine smile as you watched him watch you.

Joe was holding you so close and so gentle that it made your heart ache in a good way. “Thank you.” you whispered.

“You can talk to me, always.”

And that’s what you did. Not moving from both of your places, you told Joe everything. From meeting Jack to losing Jack— you told him everything. You shed a few tears as you told him how bad it hurts, how it broke you— you told him how scared you were, how scared you are now of love— of falling in love; and Joe listen. He quietly listened as you poured your heart to him, until Joe caressing your arms and him whispering reassuring words to you slowly lulls you to sleep.

The energy you drained from writing your songs and from crying pulled you into a slumber. You remained motionless in Joe’s arms— your back leaning on his chest as he circled his arms tighter around you, protecting you from the world as he watched your chest steadily move up and down, your soft snores filling his ears making him smile.

Joe enjoys your company. Meeting you was one of the highlights of his life— you were a breath of fresh air. You were so beautiful inside and out, you were funny and witty— the banter and conversations you two would have kept him on his toes. Joe never once denied what he felt and he knew he will have to work hard for you to believe his feelings especially now with how fragile you were— Joe cares for you and he hated how your smile instantly dropped after hearing the news, he hated seeing and hearing you cry which is why as he watches you sleep in his arms, he carefully pulled out his phone.

Joe was just as pissed as you were and everyone will know that.

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i keep seeing videos of joe playing his guitar and it’s giving me Thoughts™️ so congrats (slightly NSFW- Minors DNI)

“Alright, alright!” Eddie calls. It’s getting late, the crowd is getting a little more rowdy (or maybe just more drunk) but this is important. He decided he was going to do it a while ago and he’s finally going to commit, reputation be damned.

Especially when he sees who’s looking up at him from the front row.

“I’ve got something to confess.” He starts. “Baby, you listening?”

Steve cocks an eyebrow suspiciously.

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a minute, lets the crowd get uncomfortably quiet. Watches Steve’s expression go from amusingly confused to… concerned almost. His eyebrows get tight and Eddie wants to kiss the tense spot between them so badly.

“Stevie…” He breathes. The mic makes it sound more uncomfortable than he means it to. “I lied to you.”

Steve tips his head, and thank God, he doesn’t get that pale, shattered look he used to get when Eddie let a joke go on too long and his insecurities got the best of him. Now he looks apprehensive; he’s waiting for the punchline because he knows Eddie and he knows it’s coming.

“Remember when you found that A-Ha tape in my car?” Eddie adds, and it’s followed by a little strained laugh consensus from the crowd. But Steve, God, But Steve, bursts into the biggest grin.

“It’s not El’s.” He finishes, and he can’t keep a straight face anymore, letting the laugh split his face in half when Steve mouths back “I know.”

“Oh do you? You sneaky little…” He rolls his eyes, but the smile won’t leave his face for a second, he knows that. “Then I guess you know what’s coming next.”

Jeff starts it, the little duhduhduhduh-duhduh-duhduhduhduhduh of Take On Me and Gareth leaps in the third time around with a little heavier drumbeat than the original.

And Eddie? He’s leaned over the edge of the stage, trying to keep his pitch right so he can hit the high notes later on, holding out his hand to help pull up his boyfriend, who’s still beaming like he’s won a million dollars.

The audience, unsurprisingly, is having the time of their lives. Steve always makes a cameo in the shows, they’d be disappointed if he didn’t, but this is something else altogether.

Eddie’s halfway through the chorus before Steve is actually up there next to him (It’s harder than you’d think) and Grant passes over a mic- the one they’d gotten specifically for this purpose- and Steve is singing.

Eddie thought he’d get over it eventually, the soft shyness of Steve’s voice, but he hasn’t before and now is not the time either. Especially when he’s trying to focus on the stupid pop chords and Steve is right there behind him, hand snaking across his waist. Hooking his chin around Eddie’s shoulder and getting so close that for a minute, it’s the mic taped to his face that’s picking up Steve’s voice. Reaching up under his arm and over his chest to pull down the collar of his shirt and bite his neck in the .2 seconds between the second verse and the chorus.

In retaliation, Eddie joins in, almost trying to shadow out his voice because he can get his own infinitely deeper, but it doesn’t work; they meld together like hot butter and there’s a colossal cheer of approval from the long-neglected dark.

And as soon as he was there, invading every inch of sanity Eddie has left, Steve is gone, has half-crossed the stage to return the mic to the stand and then he’s dancing over to Jeff in his skin-tight jeans and he’s showing off, actually. He has to be. No one is that perfect without trying.

Not to be outdone, Eddie throws in a little improv at the bridge, glancing over at Steve when his hands don’t demand his attention, and it’s very obvious that him and Jeff are talking. On stage. About God knows what.

Before he can even question it, he’s barely finished his own peacocking, Steve has Jeff’s guitar and is picking out the perfect, high, electric melody.

duhduhduhduh-duhduh- duhduhduhduh- duhduhduhduh

And obviously Eddie’s not going to pop a boner on stage- he’s not sixteen- but my god, how is supposed to be normal about this?

Steve has barely enough to time to finish his set of riffs, get the strap over his head, and put the guitar back in Jeff’s hands before Eddie’s got him by the belt loops and he is going to kiss him right now, he has to…

And that cheeky bastard pushes his face away, keeps hold of his chin to stop him from fighting, so he can grab the mic stand and finish out the chorus.

(Before he’s even done, Eddie’s already licking at the corner of his mouth.)

The last chorus goes completely forgotten, Eddie’s hands shifting along Steve’s belt and up under the hem of his polo to drag him impossibly closer, Steve locking his fingers into Eddie’s tangled hair, and if Eddie’s mic picks up a few of their soft moans, well, that’s the business of them, the band, and the 8,000 people watching them make out.

(Not that the audience minds. They’ve been chanting “Steve! Steve! Steve!” since he first started singing)

(The band minds. Ew. Those two are menaces to society)

[wilbursoot-updates]

KROQ Almost Acoustic Christmas: Interview with Lovejoy

Wilbur is in this interview!

Hi, it’s so great to meet you all.

LOVEJOY: Hi.

So it’s very clear that British indie rock is a big influence on your musical style. Who are your favorite artists in that genre? Who do you take inspiration from? 

MARK BOARDMAN: Brit Rock. I love Bombay Bicycle Club. Great band. We’re all big fans.

So I feel like your music also gives each member really a moment to shine from like the intricate guitar riffs and complicated drums. What does the process of creating a song look like?

MARK BOARDMAN: Usually starts with either a riff or like a melody line, or some lyrics Wilbur brings with an acoustic guitar. Fleshes out a bit, we all then do our part. And they let me just do whatever I want on the drums.

I love that. My personal favorite song off of the EP was “Scum.” What is that song about to you all?

WILBUR SOOT: It’s about wanting everything, and being given as much as possible and still wanting more.

You’ve been doing a few festival runs, including tonight. What’s been the most memorable experience from those shows?

JOE GOLDSMITH: Well, this little run we’ve been on now? We had a great show in Florida. I think it was– Clearwater was very, very cool. Yeah, we felt like we were playing in like an empty tortoise shell. 

MARK BOARDMAN: Everyone in the audience had, like, light poles in their hands so like you could actually see everyone. And they were all, like, throwing them in time. It was really cool.

And my last question is just about the sold out tour you guys have been on? What’s the most unexpected thing to come out of the run?

WILBUR SOOT: Which one?

Exactly! I mean, either. Any of them.

MARK BOARDMAN: I was gonna say in the States, we wrote a couple of the Wake Up & It’s Over tracks whilst on the road and “Normal People Things” as well.

Well, thank you so much for talking with us.

LOVEJOY: Thank you.

[kinzis-writing]

Summary: After a horrible break-up, Y/N, decided to pack up and move her life from Buffalo, NY to Cincinnati, OH. She would be closer to her manager and she would be in the area where her podcast began. What she didn’t expect was to find a new relationship in another football player. <summary freaking sucks, and I wish I could write my summaries better but they are what they are.>

Pairing/Fandom: Tee Higgins x Fem! Reader! (NFL)

Warning(s): use of Taylor swifts songs as own (all rights go to her), bad guy! Josh Allen (sorry), fluff, maybe some angst, a few choice words.

All music, gifs, photos, etc. goes to their rightful owners. I am just using these in my imagine, so please don’t be rude.

I hate how I ended this, but I was not sure exactly how you wanted it! let me know if you wanted something different! based on this request. *Not edited so may have grammar/spelling erros.*

“How dare he! How dare he say that I am too immature and that’s why the relationship ended.” Y/N spoke to her friend Olivia who was sitting down beside where she was standing.

The girl had moved back to Cincinnati over eight months ago, her and josh had been broken up for a little over a year now. He had already moved on, seeing as he had made the news with an actress.

“Actually he said that he dated a lot of immature girls and that’s why he’ll never date someone younger than him again.” Olivia corrected Y/N as she gave the girl a look.

“I’m going to kill him.” Y/N grumbled as she plopped down on the couch.

“Woah, who’s going to face the wrath of Y/N today?” Joe burrow asked as he walked into the living room and gave Olivia a kiss before placing his bag down. Ja’Marr, Tee, Logan, Sam, and Tyler made their way in after him.

“Josh, that’s who.” Olivia spoke up knowing that Y/N was in distress right now. “Trying to ruin her reputation.”

Y/N huffed at what Olivia told the guys before glancing around at the Bengals players. “I’m pissed, but maybe it’s because I’m too immature.” She mocked, throwing her head back. “That dick acts like I was ten years younger than him. I’m 24, and he’s 26.” Y/N then turned to Logan who she knew had played college ball with Josh. "Did he ever try to ruin any of his other ex's?"

Logan shrugged not really knowing what to say. He had played with Josh in Wyoming, but was unsure about much else concerning his love life. What the guys did know was that Y/N was far from immature and everyone on the team loved her, the significant others included.

"He's just mad because he lost the best girl he ever had." Tee spoke up, the guys nodding in agreement.

It was no secret that Tee and Y/N were close. They were often mistaken for a couple when they were out in public together and the two had set the record straight multiple times. After Y/N moved to Ohio, Tee was the one to help her through the rough patch of healing from her break-up with Allen.

"Channel that anger into a number one hit and put him in his place." Sam suggested as he sat down on one of the chairs in the living room.

"I've already started," Y/N mumbled getting all the attention on her. Usually she shared her songs with Tee or Olivia. This one had been kept secret because she wasn't sure how she felt about it. "I don't know how I feel about because I wrote it about Josh and then one of my songwriting friends wrote one part and it doesn't even match him."

Olivia gave Joe a knowing look before he nodded and left the living room, returning with a guitar that Y/n had accidentally left. "You are not leaving this house until you give us a snippet." Olivia spoke sternly while Joe placed the guitar in Y/N's lap.

The girl rolled her eyes before gesturing for everyone to sit down, tee making sure to sit next to her, she opened up her phone and ran over the lyrics quickly. "you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for. And you and I fell like an early spring snow, but reality crept in, you said we're too different. You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes. Mr. Superior thinkin' do you have all the space that you need? I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy and I bet you think about me."

"That'll do it." Logan spoke before letting out a laugh. Y/N rolled her eyes and sat the guitar down on the coffee table.

"I bet you think about me, is the name of the song." Y/N mumbled before standing up, "I think I'm going to go. I have to record a podcast episode tomorrow and I need to get ready for that."

"I'll walk you out." Tee offered as Y/N told their friends bye.

Y/N collected her stuff before going to slip on her shoes. She and tee slipped out of the Burrow household and made their way to her Toyota. She carefully put her items in the backseat before turning to face her best friend.

“I, uh, I just wanted to tell you that I’m fully over Josh.” She spoke up her gaze locking on the guy she has liked for the past five months. “You’ve helped me through everything and I just didn’t want you to think that it was all for nothing. I just worry about my jobs and such.”

Tee nodded, “I know.” He assured her. He quickly opened her car door once he realized she was going to open it. “Do you want company tomorrow?”

A grin made its way onto Y/N’s face, “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” He asked. His own smile growing in his face. Y/N nodded before biting her lip. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, Tamaurice.” Y/N replied causing the man to groan.

“Really, why you gotta use my full name.” Y/N just smirked before getting in her car and slowly pulling out of the drive to head towards her house.

*

"What's your take on the whole "every NFL player cheats on their significant other" thought process?" Y/N asked as she sat across from one of her friends, Allison Kuch. Her husband had previously played for the Cleveland browns and that was how the two girls had gotten close.

"I hate it." She laughed as she glanced at the two guys sitting behind the camera. Isaac was sitting next to Tee as the girls recorded Y/N's podcast episode. "I don't particularly think that the NFL would make someone cheat."

"Right." Y/N nodded, "If they are gonna cheat then they will no matter their job." Y/N finished.

"I read many articles about that being your case and I was like.. that doesn't sound right. I think it's funny how the media takes things and runs with it." Allison spoke into the microphone.

Y/N let out a small huff before nodding her head, "yeah, they do. I remember when the news hit that Josh and I broke up, which we had been broken up for two months before media and fans put it together. There were articles saying I was out with another guy in New York and then there were some saying Josh was hanging out with his ex and others. It was definitely many lies being told." Y/N agreed before moving onto the next question.

"I have a question for you, actually." Allison spoke up gaining the attention of Y/N. "Do you think that Josh ruined any plans to ever get with a professional athlete again?"

The question had gained the attention of Tee who was talking to Isaac about the upcoming football season. Y/N let out a nervous laugh, "Uh, no. I mean, the whole immature jab was hurtful but if you have bitter ex's then." Y/N shrugged not knowing how to continue that sentence. "My thought process is that one guy does not define the entire population. Josh does not define the NFL men population, you know?"

Allison nodded before the two carried on with the episode and eventually called it quits. After the podcast was over, Allison and Isaac had told the two goodbye and left to head back to their hotel. Tee was helping Y/N pick up her podcast room and get her equipment situated before they had shut the lights off and closed the door.

"You hungry? I was thinking about making dinner." Y/N mumbled as she walked into her kitchen and leaned back against the counter. She was trying to think of what to make that sounded good to her. Truth be told, since her break-up she hadn't been eating as much which was causing her to lose weight.

"I'm good with whatever." Tee shrugged as he came to a stop in front of her and leaned against the island. "Does it bother you that people ask about Josh?"

The girl in front of him shrugged, "Not really. He's part of my past and people want to know, and I think talking about it can be healing." she explained thinking about her past with the NFL quarterback. "Does it bother you that people ask about him?"

Tee was taken back by that question. He was not expecting to have her reconcile that question back to him. "A little, maybe." He muttered not knowing how she would take the new information.

Y/N nodded, the butterflies swarming in her stomach. "Can I play you a song that I've been working on?" she asked almost shyly. It was strange for her not to be outgoing around him. He had been her best friend for almost a year now and she had never cowered under him.

"Course." Tee agreed as he followed Y/N to her living room. She had her guitar, notebook, and pen laid out neatly on her coffee table.

Y/N picked up her guitar once they got situated on the couch and started the chords for the song. It was an upbeat song which she would have to give him an idea of what the acoustic would sound like. "we kept everything professional, but something's changed, it's somethin' I like. They keep watchful eyes on us, so it's best that we move fast and keep quiet. You won't believe half the things I see inside my head, wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened, yet." She sang carefully.

Her eyes stayed on the notepad as she sang, scared to see her best friend's reaction. "but what would you do, if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? what would you do if we never made a sound? Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall for me, I can see you up against the wall with me, and what would you do? baby if you only knew. That I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you make me want you even more, what would you do, baby if you only knew. That I can see you." She finished singing the snippet of her almost finished song.

Y/N carefully laid her guitar back in its previous spot and turned towards her best friend. "What do you think?" she asked nervously.

The Bengal's wide receiver nodded, "it's great." He told the girl his honest opinion. "Did someone inspire it or was it one of those late-night thoughts you get?"

"You, inspired it." Y/n mumbled knowing that it was now or never to get her feelings out there. She wanted to tell him before he met someone else and did not have the chance for him to see her like that. Tee stared at her for a good couple of minutes unknowing what to say. "Can you please say something?" she asked after the long silence. Her stomach was churning from nerves.

"You wrote a sexual song about me?"

"Now you make it sound horrible." Y/n muttered as she stood up trying to ease her stomach. The bile was slowly rising in her throat and she was unsure of how to take back what she had just said. "It's fine that you don't feel the same way, really. We can forget that I ever said anything."

"We could," Tee spoke as he stood up, causing Y/N's throat to burn even more. "Or we could make your song a reality..." he trailed. Y/n froze on the spot, her churning stomach coming to a halt as she felt relief flood her body. "What was it again?" He asked pretending to think. "I can see you up against the wall with me?" he asked. Y/N nodded unsure of his next move.

Without warning, he lifted her up by her thighs and placed then around his toned waist and carefully walked them backwards until her back hit the hallway wall. Y/n's heart was beating in her chest, her stomach was fluttering. The girl raised her eyes up to meet his brown ones, the closeness of them making her yearn for him. "You feel the same way?" she mumbled not sure what to say as her hands landed on the back of his neck. His braids tickled her knuckles a bit, but it was a feeling she loved.

Instead of answering, he carefully leaned closer and locked lips with the girl he had wanted since he met her. It was everything that they had both expected and even more than what they were expecting.

*About a year and some months later* (I guess around this 2023 season)

The last year had been going great for Y/N, she had her man that she was in love with, she had a successful album which consisted of her single about Josh and the one about Tee, and better yet, her relationship had been kept private for the most part.

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your.username Game Dey! Good luck to my favorite man. No matter the outcome of todays game you’ll always be my favorite! #whodey

username Bruh how does this girl get NFL guys?

username2 you dating Ja’Marr or Tee?

teehigginsmom_5 win this game boys!! Thank you for supporting my boy. <3

—> your.username always!! <3

username3 josh Allen >>> Tee Higgins

—> your.username maybe if you wanna man with temper… I prefer a man who treats me right!

username4 so “I can see you” is about Tee Higgins? … I am NOT okay!! I love it!!

*

The game had not gone as expected, many thought that the Raven's would lose but it turned out to be a loss for the Bengals. Y/N was still extremely proud of Tee, he had gotten 12 of the 24 points that they had made. Fans were leaving the stadium, most wearing Bengals gear, while some were in Raven's gear.

"Hi," a voice stopped Y/N as she was starting to head towards the Bengals locker room. "Can I get a picture?" The younger girl asked holding out her phone. Y/N gave the girl a smile and nodded before bending down to her level and getting a picture of the two. "Thank you. I really like you being friends with the Bengals, my dad makes me wear a raven's jersey because my mom likes Joe burrow."

Y/N gave the little girl a small smile, "well, I'll make sure to tell Joe and the team all about you." she said softly before she felt a presence beside of her. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too, thank you to much!" the fan replied before running off to find her family.

Y/N stood up and turned around to be met with Olivia who was probably heading to wait for Joe. Both girls headed towards the locker room and stopped outside when they could hear Zac Taylor’s voice. He was ranting while also trying to encourage them not to give up. It was obvious to Y/N that he was trying to get onto the team while keeping their hopes high.

Pretty soon after coach was done ranting, the boys started walking out talking amongst themselves. “Hey you.” Y/N greeted Tee softly once she seen him and pushed herself off the wall. “You did good out there.”

“Coulda been better.” Tee shrugged as his arms went to wrap around her waist.

“Hey!” Y/N scolded slightly. “12 points is still amazing.” She assured, her hands locking around his neck.

Tee gave her a small smile and pulled her into him. Their season was starting out horrible, and every single one of them hated it. Y/N squeezed her boyfriend before pulling back a bit, "You ready to get out of here?" she asked softly a twinkling in her eye that Tee had caught.

"for sure."

[poraphia]

"A Heart-Shaped Necklace."

heartbroken!wilbur x newlywed!reader 1971 words • 8.11.23 cw ~ unrequited love, heartbreak, depictions of vomiting. Reader uses she/her pronouns! wilbur soot masterlist

I was going to give you a heart-shaped necklace after a gig in Paris, but you met your future husband, and it wasn't me.

♡♡♡

“Will, seriously, we don’t have to do this, mate.”

I clutched the brim of the toilet seat. The bottomless pit in my stomach served me no good other than throwing up what little breakfast I had this morning. My temples pulsed as I could do nothing but kneel over what disgusting mess I’d created before me. I shook my head, exhaling a shuddered sigh. 

“I promised her. I promise we would perform…” I mumbled in a croaky voice. With what strength I could muster, I reached over to flush the toilet before standing up with wobbly knees. To prevent myself from stumbling I leaned against the stall’s wall, backing up a bit to unlock the door and to face my band mate. 

There stood Joe. The man that agreed to ditch our previous band to start Lovejoy. The man that has seen me through every breakdown and tear to my heart when I would catch a glimpse of her face at my shows. The man that has been with me through thick and thin. He gave me a half-hearted smile, but it wasn’t enough to hide his furrowed eyebrows and eyes glossing with concern.

“Will–”

“Joe, please!” I begged. I brushed past him and made my way toward the sink, washing my face to fight back the nausea. “I just– want to be there for her, okay?! I want to give her the most perfect day possible. I want her to feel like– like she’s on top of the world! And if performing for her and–” I choked on my own words, stumbling in my nonsense. “H-her fucking shit husband.” I propped myself on my elbows, staring at my reflection before looking at Joe. “Then fucking fine! I don’t even give a shit about him?! I care about HER!” I shouted, slamming my fists onto the marble counter. “ITS FUCKING FINE!”

But who was I kidding?

I put my head down, clenching my jaw to avoid any sobs that would’ve dared to escape my lips. Joe, with careful steps, approached me, placing a hand on my back. My quickened breathing started to ease down. However, that painful ache in my chest that felt like boulders pressing down my body remained. If the weight were to suddenly manifest in front of me, with open arms I would’ve accepted its crushing embrace, accepting the sweet release of death.

Yet here I stand in the bathroom with my bandmate and friend crying over what loss I had no way of preventing.

I’ve loved (y/n) since our first gig.

We had been friends for a while before that, but I distinctly remember telling her that my first performance will be the next day, and within the same hour, she called off of work and made plans to drive all the way to Brighton to come see me. Once she made it, she brought us cold bottles of water and showed nothing but her undying support.

When we had finished the performance, she ran up to me, and with open arms I engulfed her in the biggest hug, mumbling bits of gratitude in her ear as she exchanged back with praises. I felt like the happiest man on Earth. Nothing could strip away what joy she brought me for she has seen me through scrapped lyrics and broken guitar strings. 

I planned to confess to her on stage.

It was envisioned perfectly in my head. After our performance in Paris and the stage had been cleaned out, I would ask the stage crew if I could borrow the set for another hour. I bought roses, a mini stereo for us to listen to our favorite music, and a golden necklace to profess my love to her.

And oh, how I imagined her smile.

I was so giddy that day too. My heart was dancing in my chest and my energy reflected it like a mirror. I woke up early before everyone else despite the jetlag. I had the widest smile on my face each time I would brush my hand against my pocket, and there rested the velvet box which I shall present to her later. I told my bandmates my plan over soundcheck and they all cheered me on. There was not a single doubt she would say no.

That was until during the concert.

In the midst of me performing consequences, I searched among the crowd to find that face. That gorgeous face that would never leave my dreams. Eventually… I did find her. My eyes widened as I looked over to Joe, who caught the same sight as well. My heart, once pumping a lovesick melody, came to a stop and dropped onto the floor below me. There she was, with hands wrapped around the neck of a man I’d never seen. Their faces were just centimeters apart as those lips I only daydreamed of kissing were parted just for him. It felt like the world around me stopped moving, and despite the screaming crowd in front of me, I was only listening to an ear-ringing screech and my heart beating in my ears.

Painfully, I strained out,

“I’m yours. I’m yours! I’M YOURS!”

I liberated my pain and anguish in the final verse of The Fall. Thousands of fans screamed and cheered for me, but I was only met with lonesome. I looked over to (y/n) who was now clapping and cheering as well. The man still wrapped his arms around her.

I smiled at her, and she smiled at me back.

I didn’t dare to face her after the show. As soon as I left the venue I buried myself into hotel blankets and pillows as if this grief was pinning me down by the neck, choking me into this mattress as I lost all strength to get up. The next morning Mark noted that she was looking for me, but I shook it off. 

It took me a while to even face her again. When she asked me what happened that night I lied through my teeth and told her I was sick for a long while and didn’t want her to get sick either. It took persuasion like a lawyer to convince her, but she accepted it in the end.

I took in a sharp inhale, and looked up to meet Joe’s gaze. He looked over at his watch. “We’re going to be going on in ten. Are you ready?”

I looked back at my reflection, squeezing my eyelids shut to blink away the tears. Every breath I took felt like a shudder. My voice only came out in weary croaks. But still, I stood up straight and looked back at Joe.

“Give me five minutes.”

With what sanity I had left, I freshened myself up by washing my face and pressing down my suit and tie. After some soft encouragements to myself and convincing myself that I look fine, I pushed open the door and was again met with the dim-lit reception littered in white floral decor. People were happily dancing under the shimmering disco ball. Friends and family were laughing with one another at different white rounded tables topped with bouquets. Chefs were working promptly as they dished out all sorts of fresh foods for the ravenous guests.

But what stood out the most was the bride and groom, (y/n) and Jared, sitting at a long white table by themselves. They smiled at each other lovingly, holding each other’s hands on the table with their new golden bands wrapped around their finger. I bit the insides of my cheek, having to rip my gaze off of the couple, and headed toward the small stage where we were placed. Mark and Ash exchanged worried glances at the sight of me.

“Will, are you—”

“I’m fine.” I quickly muttered to Mark. I looked over to Joe. He checked his watch before nodding toward me. Ignoring the worried exchange of glances from my bandmates, I tapped on the microphone, grabbing the reception’s attention. The DJ ushered down his music.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, we are Lovejoy.” I spoke in a low voice but forced a smile as I talked. “I’d like to, uh– congratulate the bride and groom over there. Hi guys.” I slightly waved to them as the guests cheered. (Y/n) grinned at me, and I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach. I looked down at my mic, determined to keep my focus.

“I’d like to especially thank (y/n). She’s been with me since we started this band, and I– I couldn’t be more thankful.” I looked back at her again, and there she was. Her stunning white gown was decorated with rhinestones. Her hair was styled beautifully, flowing gingerly with the soft AC cooling the venue. Her lips were colored subtly with a shade that matched her gentle skin.

What was missing was a pretty heart-shaped necklace that was supposed to be given to her after a performance in Paris.

I cleared my throat. “We’re Lovejoy, and this is Call Me What You like.”

I spent the next twenty minutes with the band as we performed various songs from our different EPs. My heart slightly ached with each song I shouted into the mic, knowing that most of these songs' meanings have changed over time. A breakup album dedicated to the United Kingdom? More like intense jealousy of wishing to get in between my friend’s healthy relationship because I’ve longed for her more than anything. 

We were nearing the end of our performance, with our last song “It’s all futile, it’s all pointless.” A song that she loved even before the band began. A song that she would ask for me to play when she used to visit my apartment. A song she asked me to teach her as she sat between my legs with her back pressed against my chest and I would guide her hands and fingers from behind. I closed my eyes and talked through the lyrics. The noise soon started to drown out. No longer there was an audience in front of me with guitars and drums to accompany my vocals.

I was back at my old flat, and there (y/n) sat on my couch as I sat on the floor. I was smiling up at her with fingers pressed against steel strings with my thumb rhythmically strumming down.

“We’re getting to your favorite part.” I noted. She giggled, kicking her legs.

“I know!” She beamed.

“Ready?” I asked, scooting closer to her. She nodded. With voices harmonizing we sang the final run of the song. I couldn’t help but stare at her. How she closed her eyes while she sang. How she fiddled with a pillow in her lap with a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, concentrating on getting the lyrics perfectly.

My only wish in this world is to drink in that look once again. To have a moment like that again.

I felt the tears pricking at my eyes as the memory fades out. The music and crowd crashed into my senses, and soon enough, I was back at this dreaded venue. With what passionate rage I had left, I belted out the final words. Her favorite part.

“Eat my rent!”

”and eat my food!” Her faded voice echoed back.

“And eat my dues–! 

“and eat those kids!” I screamed out the last words, straining what little voice I had left, letting the tears roll down my cheeks and onto my blazer. The band riffed into intensity as I felt the inside of my pocket again, the box still there. The guitars, the bass, the trumpet, and the drums, all halting to an end–

I looked up and smiled at her.

“And maybe use a sextant.”

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a / n ~ angsty hehe. this is my fav fic so far. reblogs are appreciated :D!!

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Just A Lie~2

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Angst

Author's Note: Some of you gave me ideas for this story and I got inspired mixing it with my own filling with angst, drama and fluff at the end. Thank you all for reading the first part and here is the second part, hope you enjoy <3

“ You know you could be a better father to your son and spend some time with him instead doing god knows what in here” Eddie’s wife waved a hand over the air looking around at the mess in the room. There were a pile of dirty clothes on the ground that she didn’t dare to touch. She didn’t know if something might be in there hiding waiting to jump at her. Her nose scrunched up smelling the stench in the room, a mixture of weed, sweat and something else. The bed was unmade with pillows thrown on the other side when Eddie took turns sleeping on either side of the bed. He laid on the bed with his feet facing the headboard and his legs brought up with a guitar over his lap and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He laid with no desire to put on a shirt and his pants hung low with no desire to bring them up. 

“ God, I don’t know why I’ve married you if I knew you were going to be like this” Eddie looked like he wasn’t even paying attention to her when he strummed his fingers over the guitar. He could hear the someone running around the house. It must be his son. The sound of airplane noises confirmed that was. 

“ Eddie” she calls out to him with a huff noticing he wasn’t even paying attention to anything she was saying. “ Get your ass off the butt and do something with your life, be a father, be anything. You’re throwing your life away like a god damn dirty sock laying on the ground.” 

“ Was that your best insult to throw at me?” He spoke, removing the cigarette from his mouth and sitting up as he tapped the ashes into the bowl by the bed. She threw her hands up.

“ You’re unbelievable” she says walking out the door making sure to slam the door shut. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He moved the guitar off his lap and set it aside, carefully. 

His eyes scanned the room of the hanging posters, pictures and memories that reminded him of who he used to be. His hair was tied back in a loose bun, probably already in knots from the many times he rolled in bed and haven’t showered in a couple of days. His eyes scanned back to the photographs on the wall and one catches his attention. 

It’s a pictured of a young Eddie Munson standing with her by his side, his arms were wrapped around her but he wasn’t looking at the camera. He was looking at her like she was his pride and joy. She was his pride and Joe until he messed it up and now he lives a life without knowing what she’s doing or who she was with. 

The last conversation they had, she wanted nothing to do with him. He stood up from the bed and made his way to the photograph that caught his eyes. His fingers danced over the creases until they reached her face where he chuckled at the expression on her face. She had her tongue sticking out doing a silly face like she wanted meanwhile young Eddie looked like he was looking at the most important in his life back then. 

He remembers giving her this picture for her scrapbook that she was making for them. He remembers her kissing it and placing it with the others adding little butterflies and little flower petals that surrounded the book. 

There was a small knock on the door meaning it was his son that wanted to come in and see his father. 

“ Come in” Eddie spoke out putting the picture back where it was and turned his attention to the door watching it creak open and a small head peeked inside. 

“ Dad?” His son called out. “ Can I come in?” 

“ You can, bud. What’s going on?” The door opened wider and his son stepped in the room scrunching his nose up. “ What is that smell?” His son put his hand up closing his nose and waving a hand in front of his face. 

Eddie chuckled, “ Don’t worry about it, do you want to play bud?” He asked.

His son’s eyes light up like a Christmas Tree putting his hands together as he pleaded with those same brown eyes that he had. 

“ Can we? Oh, can we?!” His son begged, putting out his bottom lip. 

“ Sure bud, let me just get cleaned up and we can play” His son jumped up and down and raced back where he came from to tell his mom that finally his dad was going to play with him. 

Eddie shook his head with a small chuckled walking over to the pile of clothes that laid on the ground searching for a clean set of clothes. He brought the shirt up to his nose and took a sniff. It smelled cleaned to him. He got a new pair of underwear and a pair of socks from the dresser and made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door in case his son tried to come in and talk an earful to him or his wife that seems to get on his nerves now. 

The relationship between the two became stiff and cold. It didn’t look like the two even did anything together anymore. There were no more date nights, no talking about each others day after work and they were together for the sake of their son. 

Eddie’s eyes locked at himself in the mirror. His hair was growing a bit longer when he put his hair down from the low bun he had, he was due for a small hair cut. There was no way he was cutting all his hair off. It was the most precious thing to him next to his son. His son came first in his life. His eyes held bag underneath them from the many sleepless night laying in and staring at the ceiling as he thought about her. 

His beard was already shaped up from the day before, he shaped it up when he went to work not liking it to get too long even though it dragged the customers in when he appeared to help the ladies with their cars. 

His arms were filed with tattoos that he lost count on how many he had. He had one dedicated to his son when he was born and the wedding band on his hand looked stale from the color. It didn’t shine as it used to on his hand. His other rings stood out from the wedding ring on his finger. His hands gripped the sink as he turned on the faucet putting his hand underneath the water and bringing it up to his face, splashing it letting his face cool off for a bit. 

The same guitar pick hung from his neck adding a little rust to it but he never took it off as it was special to him. His hands let go off the sink and he stated the shower letting it warm up. He closed his eyes breathing in deeply feeling his body ache from working on yesterday’s car. He stretched his arms over his head and moved his head around, a yawn escaped his mouth and he reached over testing the water to see if it was warm. It was. 

When he was gone with the shower, he came out wearing a red flannel with his hair long and letting it dry on it’s own, he wore black pants with holes in his knees and his feet were in a pair of socks. 

“ Do you even know what a hairbrush is?” He heard the sound of his wife’s voice as she speaks to him. He glances at her with one look, scrunching up his nose noticing for the first time how much make up she has on her face. He bets in his head that it would take a total of three wipes to clean her face off. 

“ Do you know what a bra is?” He looks down glancing seeing her bra less in her shirt, scoffing. “ You walk around the house and out like that” she looks down at her top with a shrug. 

“ Don’t look at those. Here” she shoves a hair brush into his chest. 

“ Learn how to use it” she says to him before making her way into the bathroom and locking the door. He mocks her by taking a hair brush and using one of the mirror she had on the walls in the small house that they live in. 

“ Dad?” His son calls out to him. Eddie looks around tying to spot him when he sees his son in the kitchen, standing on the stool trying to reach for a snack that was too high for him. Eddie’s eyes got wide as he ran over to his son and took him down from the stool.

“ What are you trying to do, bud? You might hurt yourself” His son frown with a small huff and put his hands on his hips. “ I wanted my snack. Mom said I could have it” he points to where it is and Eddie reaches over it bringing it down for him.

“ Next time, just come find me and I’ll get it for you” He ruffled his son’s hair who wined over it trying to fix it back up while opening his snack. 

“Can we go play now?” His son asked with a mouthful of his snack.  He was just like Eddie, looks like him with his mother’s eyes though. 

“ We can go play now” His son runs out the door leaving it wide open.

 “ Bud! You forgot your shoes!” Eddie says, grabbing them besides the door and racing towards where his son took off slipping on his own shoes. 

He found his son playing outside sitting on the ground with his airplanes. Eddie kneeled down before him, helping to put on his shoes. 

“ You can’t go running off like that on me, what if you got hurt?” His son pouted showing those brown doe eyes like his father does. 

“ I do it all the time with mom” he says. The thought of his his son running away like that and his wife carelessly not paying attention made his blood boil. 

“ I’ll need to talk with your mother about that” he sits down next to his son. 

“ Which one am I?” He asks, pointing towards the planes. “ This one!” His son shoves a red and white airplane towards Eddie that holds a little pilot inside with a blue hat on it. While his son’s airplane is yellow with a red line going through it with a little pilot inside wearing a red hat. 

Eddie didn’t know the time it was when he looked up to stretch his arms over his head as his eyes caught on someone. His eyes blink noticing the familiar sun dress that she used to wear back in the younger days. Could it be her? His head tilted as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. 

“ Uncle Steve!” His son shouted scrambling from the ground and not even brushing himself with dirt off as he raced towards his uncle. But it’s not Steve who catches his eyes, it’s her. She turns hearing the boy run up to Steve who catches him in his arms and brings him up in his arms. 

Eddie’s eyes are wide as they try to process what he’s seeing right now. 

She smiles at the boy giving him a small hello. 

“ You grown so much bigger than the last time I’ve seen you. Have you been eating your vegetables?” Steve asked. “ How about your meats?” He added. 

“ Everything” Eddie’s son says while wiggling in Steve’s arms. “ isn’t that right, dad?” She turned to look at him locking eyes with him as the color on her face drains at the sight of him. Steve puts Eddie’s son down as he takes notice Eddie’s expression on his face. 

“ You” Eddie points to Steve and then he points a finger at her, “ You.” 

Eddie is baffled by what he’s seeing. Steve Harrington is seen with her. The person that Eddie hurt most and regret walking out of her life. She is here with him.

“ You’re together?” He asks, his voice was a bit shaky. 

“ Soon to be married” Steve says taking your hand in his, lacing fingers with her own and bringing up to show Eddie the engagement ring on her finger. The color from Eddie’s face drains as he looks between the two, feeling a betrayal from a friend. How did he not know that Steve was with her? How did it even happen and when? 

“ Congratulations” Eddie says throwing a thin smile towards the couple. Her head leans onto his shoulder, there is a look of happiness in her eyes and she looks at Steve like he’s given her a new brand world to be in. 

“ Thank you, what are you two doing out here?” Steve asked glancing down at Eddie’s son. 

“ We’re playing planes!” Eddie’s son shouts with excitement pointing towards where his planes were left at. 

“ And I’m missing out?” Steve asked shocked, “ Why wasn’t I invited?” He asked. 

Eddie’s son looked at his dad for answer, “ We got caught up.” Eddie answers dryly. “ Besides bud, Steve has a lot of things to do and he can’t make it today” Eddie’s gaze harden at Steve. 

There was a sort of tension between the three while Eddie’s son looked confused on what’s going. 

“ Yeah, I can’t make it today. Y/N and I have our plans. But you should come to the wedding” He says towards Eddie. “ Bring the wife” he adds too. 

Eddie’s fists clenched by his side. 

“ Sure, sounds fun” Eddie answers through gritted teeth. “ I’ll drop by the invitation” Steve says while she hasn’t said a word to Eddie nor the little boy, really feeling like if she said something then she might say something to piss Eddie off. 

“ Good to see you” Steve brings up his hand tapping it on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“ You too” Eddie says throwing a fake smile towards him, and his gaze move over to her as her expression is unreadable. 

“ Come on honey, we gotta get to the store before the close” he says, pressing his lips against her forehead in front of Eddie. 

“ Bud, it’s almost time for dinner. Why don’t we go wash up and you help mom?” Eddie suggested. 

“ Awe, but I wanted to play more” His son says with a stomp of his foot. 

“ We will play later” Eddie puts his hand on the small of his back pushing him towards the house. “ Bye Uncle Steve, bye girl!” His son says with a small wave as he runs towards the house.

“ Cute kid” she finally says. 

“ Thank you” Eddie replies. But Steve drags her along and out of sight before Eddie kicks an imaginary rock with anger and mutters curse words underneath his breath. How could Steve do that to him? He knew about the fall about between them and yet he chose her to be with out of every other girl in Hawkins?

At dinner he glared down at his food like it was going to burst any minute now and hit him in the face. His hand supported his cheeks as he looked down not wanting to look at his so called wife who was staring at him like she was burning holes into his head. 

His son has finished dinner earlier and excused himself to play in his room. 

“ What’s got you all stiffed up?” She asked, poking at her own food. 

“ It’s nothing” he mumbles like he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’s too angry at what he saw today. 

“ Yeah, no we’re not doing that” She says tapping the table to have him look at her and when he does, his eyes are black as they go and she can see the fire in his eyes that keeps rising. 

“ You wanna tell me why your all angry and moody?” 

His hands clenched in fist on top of the table, looking behind him at his son’s room seeing the door wide open and glancing back at her.

“ I saw her today” he mumbles digging a fork into his food. His wife eyebrows scrunched together trying to figure out who he was talking about. “ Who?” 

“ Y/N” he says. His wife knew about you and how the two of you broke up.

‘ Oh, did she say anything to you?” He shook his head.

“ She’s getting married to Harrington” the surprised look on his wife’s face didn’t overpass him as he nodded his head telling her that he was telling the truth. 

“ I didn’t expect that one” 

“ Neither did I” He sighs placing his fork down at leaning back into his chair.

“They invited us to the wedding, to bring our son too. You too” he says. 

“ What if I don’t want to go to their wedding? What if I don’t want you to even talk to her again?” 

“ Don’t be ridiculous, you like drinking and there will be food there and you can dance. You love to dance” 

“ But she’s your ex girlfriend Eddie, I don’t appreciate my husband being around his ex girlfriend. Let alone her wedding” 

“ Oh grow up will you. She’s in the past” 

“ Is she?” She takes out the same photo that Eddie had been looking at this morning and throws it on the table. “ I noticed this one on top of the dresser. It was on the wall in the bedroom in the corner and now it’s moved.” 

“ It must of fell” Eddie lies glancing down at the photo and picking it up, twirling it in his hands. “ This was a long time ago..” He adds. 

“Then, why don’t you throw it away?” 

“ It’s memories. I can’t do that” he says, setting it down on the table. She purses her lips and crosses her arms across her chest as she sighs. 

“ Admit it, after all these years you’re still hung up on her. You never loved me or appreciated our marriage” 

“ Oh here we go” he says, standing up from the table taking his unfinished food to the kitchen sink where he sets it down knowing she was going to cover it up to save for him when he was hungry. 

“ What? I’m not right, you still think about her, don’t you? It’s been years since you last touched me. We barely share a kiss now and then, you don’t look at me the same as you used to and why? All because of that girl that your so hung up on” 

Eddie leans against the counter with both his hands on the either side staring at his wife. 

“ I’m not hung up on her” He mutters and looks away. 

“ Look me in the eye and tell me she’s nothing to you” Eddie barely made any movements with his head to look towards his wife. He wasn’t going to lie to her anymore.

“ I found the scrapbook under our bed” Eddie gulped knowing what it is. It’s the same scrapbook you had made him of pictures with him, after each date, after each anniversary and anything else that special. He was special to you therefore the scrapbook was a gift to him. He kept it all the years. 

“ You’re not going to say anything? You’re not even denying that I found it” 

“ What do you want me to say?” He asked. 

She stood up from the chair with tears in her eyes and points to herself. 

“ I want you to tell me you love me!” She shouted. “ You married me, we have a son for god sakes together!” She continues. “ I want to save our marriage, Eddie. I do. But this is going downhill and I hate how this is going to affect you after you saw her today.” 

“ It’s not going to affect me. You need to relax and not raise your voice. Our son is in this house, in that room” He points to the bedroom door which is now closed. Eddie had taught his son if there was yelling happening in the house then he should close the door and put his headphones on to listen to music to tune it out. 

“ I love you, Eddie. Please” she begs him with her hands on his chest trying to get him back to her. Back to where he belongs but he can’t do it. 

“ I can’t stand here and lie to you anymore. You don’t deserve it” She steps back with tears rolling down her cheeks staring at him.

“ What are you talking about, Eddie?” 

He looks away as he mutters his next words, shocking her and himself. 

“ I want a divorce” he says. Her mouth drops opened and steps back, blinking her eyes staring at her husband in disbelief. 

“ We can work this out, baby” she says wrapping her arms around his neck but he pushes her hands away. 

“ I’m going for a drive” Eddie says taking his car keys and heads out the door leaving his wife in her own pool of tears while tries to clear his mind. He steps out of the door, taking the packet of cigarettes from his back pocket and lights one up as he makes his way to his car. 

He doesn’t know where he’s driving too but ends up at the diner where the light flashes in his eyes as he reads the sign. The colors are bright blue, yellow and orange as he steps out of the car and locking it. He has finished his cigarette by now and drops it on the ground to stop on it as he makes his way to the door. He could use a burger and shake right now. 

He know he was suppose to eat the dinner that his wife had cooked but he had no intention of eating it anymore. 

The door jingles and his ears meet chatter of the people inside and the smell of a good burger hits his nose and his eyes look around, stopping on a figure in the corner of the room munching on a couple of fries. He knows he should look away and not make any eye contact. 

But, she’s sitting there looking really pretty and he wants nothing more than to walk over to her, greet her and sit across from her to enjoy her company. But he’s shifting on his feet. 

“ May I help you, sir?” He turns his head, looking at the girl with her hands folded against her apron, titling her head as she waits for him to talk. 

“ I’ll like a booth” he says. 

“ Follow me sir” she says, waving her hand to get him to follow her in the direction she started to walk to.

Just has he walks past you, your head shoots up to watch him be sitting in the booth next to you with the menu handed to him. He sets the menu on the table as he looks over it while the waitress said she will be right back. She makes her way over to you asking if everything is alright. 

“ Yes, thank you” you grabbed onto another fry from your plate and shove it into your mouth. 

“ You know staring is very rude” he said catching your attention. You look around to make sure he was talking to you and he was when he looked up to catch your eye. 

“ I wasn’t staring” you mumbled once you swallowed your food. 

“ Where’s Harrington?” He asked not seeing Steve with you. 

“ He’s working” you answer him. 

“ Never imagined you’d be getting married to someone like him” your eyes grow into slits on what he was on about. He didn’t know you anymore like he used to. People change. 

“ What is that suppose to mean, Munson? Did I ask your opinion?” 

Eddie chuckled, “ My, my. We have brown some balls, have we? You were into guys like” he motions to himself and his choice of outfit which were a sleeveless Metallica shirt, pair of black jeans with a chain attached on the side and and a pair of black boots on his feet.

“ People change, and their taste can change too. Steve always looked out for me too” 

“ I’m sure he has. Harrington has his ways..” 

“ Just order your food and leave me alone, Munson” 

“ You were looking at me first, buttercup” he says. 

“ Don’t call me that ever again” you hissed. 

“ Buttercup? Does it upset you?” 

“ You’re so annoying, Edward” 

‘ You’re so annoying, Edward” He mocked. “ You’re really a cute little thing, aren’t you?” 

“ Don’t you have a wife that you could bother?” 

“ I’d rather puke my guts out than talk to her” He says. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“ Marriage isn’t your forte, Munson” 

“ It’s a piece of work” he says with a shrug.

“ What did you expect? Rainbows and unicorns?” He chuckled. 

“ You’re food is getting cold, sweetheart” 

He called the waitress over ordering the same thing you had ordered when you call her for the check about done with your food. You weren’t going to talk to him anymore, not when he was trying to slip back in like the two of you were friends or something. 

She drops the check off by you once she gets Eddie’s orders and you hand in back to her with the bills telling her to keep the change. She gladly accepted it telling you how kind you were and walked off. You stood up from your seat and adjusting your shirt. 

“ I’ll see you at the wedding then” Eddie says to you. 

“ Oh? You’re really coming” He nods with a shrug. “ Don’t forget to drop the invitation off, buttercup. I know how sometimes you forget things” he says, a small smirk on his face.

“ Don’t worry, Steve will drop them off first thing tomorrow morning” Eddie frown hoping he’d get to see you again before the wedding which was coming up soon. 

“ Have a goodnight, Munson” you waved to him and h had out the door just in time as Steve’s car pulled up and you greeted him with a kiss when he walked up to you after getting out of his car to open the door for you. 

Eddie watched with a scoff on his face at the interaction between the two of you. Steve didn’t belong with you. It didn’t look right. At least in Eddie’s eyes. 

He watched as Steve closed your door and run to the other side, getting in leaning over to peck your lips before he drove off. Eddie didn’t know he was clenching his fist until the waitress put his plate of food in front of him. It smelled really good but he didn’t have an appetite anymore. 

It was gone. He hated Steve Harrington. 

Robin had kept it a secret from Eddie that you were even seeing Steve Harrington. It felt like another betrayal to him. He thought Robin was his friend and yet he looks at it now, he feels the anger radiate off of him. He didn’t understand why she would keep something like this from him. 

“ She didn’t want you to know” Robin tells him. “ She wanted it to be her own happiness, she didn’t plan to ever tell you if she ever saw you again” she sent an apologetic look towards Eddie as he sat on the couch of her home, he wanted to get some answers. 

“ I would be upset when you would of told me, but I had to find out from him when they walked past my house with my kid in the yard” Robin hummed. 

“ You know Steve didn’t mean to hurt you. He fell in love with Y/N, she’s the best thing that happened to him” 

Eddie’s eyebrows scrunched together as he remembered something. 

“ Wasn’t he going to go back with, Nancy?” He asked, looking over at her while he leaned against the arm rest. 

“ He was, but she chose Jonathan and that broke his heart” 

Eddie nodded looking down into his lap. 

“ She was there for him when he needed someone to lean on, even with me he kept to himself and she saw right through him and they clicked. He knew she wanted a family all along and he swore to her, he would give her a chance be a mother. It was the day he told her he loved her” 

“ Does she love him?” 

Robin smiles remembering the day you told her about it. 

“ She does, and I don’t need you to ruin it Eddie. Did you hear me?” Eddie was too busy in his mind when Robin tried to get his attention. She slapped him in the chest causing him to break his thoughts and glare at her. 

“ Ow.. geez. Thank you for that, I might have aa bruise now” 

“ Don’t be such a baby, Munson. I barely touched you” he lifted up his shirt to inspect where she hit him seeing the red mark on there.

“ Then what do you call this?” He pointed to the spot. 

“ Save your tears, Munson. I asked you did you hear me?” 

“ About what?” She rolled her eyes, with a groan. 

“ It’s like one thing goes in one ear while the other thing goes the other way. I said about you coming between Y/N and Steve. I swear to you on Dustin’s mother that you will have your ass handed to you. Do I make myself clear?” 

He nods his head, rolling his eyes. 

“ Good, now don’t you need to go home?” She points at the clock and his eyes go wide seeing the time. He promised his son he was going to read to him before bed.

“ Shit, see you later Buckely. Don’t be an asshole again and hide things from me” He ruffled her hair and ran out her door. 

“ He’s going to do it, honestly he’s something else’ she says getting up to close the door. 

For the next couple of days Eddie has been seeing Steve and you always together, walking hand in hand, laughing at each other jokes, kissing and hugging each other. It was like the two of you were everywhere. Every time he spotted you, his blood boiled and he ended up pacing back and forth fishing out a cigarette to smoke. 

He hasn’t signed the divorced papers yet but he’s been sleeping in his son’s room on the ground and doesn’t mind it. He sleeping in a sleeping bag he used to have, it’s still good as new. He’s been smoking a pack a day and the only thing he’s been doing is spending time with his son and rereading the invitation that Steve had dropped by shoving it into his own hands. 

“ Don’t wrinkle it or burn it. You’ll need it for the wedding” Steve told him before he left that day. Eddie traces your name with his index finger over and over again. 

“ What’s that, dad?” His son would ask looking over the invitation. 

“ An invitation to Uncle’s Steve wedding, looks like it’s you and me bud” he says, glancing over his son rolling on his back. 

“ We got to get you a new suit”

“ Shopping?” His son asked, scrunching up his nose. 

“ Yeah, bud we need to go” His son groaned. 

“ I hate shopping” 

“ Me too, but I have to get something too” 

“ Will mom come?” He asks. 

“ Do you want to go with your mom?” His son thinks about it and shrugs. “ Mom gets me toys” 

“ Of course she does, how about if you come with me. We can get ice cream, how does that sound.” 

“ Mom says I can’t have a lot of sweets” 

“ Well with me, you can” he pokes his son’s stomach making him giggle, his son moved away being tickles and Eddie knew it. “ Come on, come with daddy to the mall” 

“ Okay, but no tickles!” His son giggled before Eddie picked him and threw him over his shoulder racing to the bathroom to start a bath. 

When it came to the day of the wedding, Eddie was nervous feeling his stomach tie in knots and his heart racing. He felt like he was going to throw up at the thought of you in a brides dress walking down the aisle to marry Steve. 

“ Dad?” His son called out to him. Eddie finished buttoning his vest that he bought. He wasn’t going to add a jacket over thinking it’s too much. The sleeves were up to his elbows and his pants held the chain that he always used, adding his boots as the finishing touch.

“ In here, bud” Eddie says and turned seeing his son walking with a black suit on and his hair was combed back into a low bun like his father had. 

“You look good, bud” 

“ You do too, dad. I like this” he tugged on the vest. 

“Come on, let’s go before we’re late” 

When they arrived where the wedding was going to be held, Eddie was in awe in how beautiful it was. But his heart stopped for am moment seeing the look on Robin’s face when she met his eye. It was a warning glance. But was he going to listen? He wasn’t going to. He can’t stand there and not do something about you marrying Steve. It wasn’t normal to him. Nothing about this was normal. He walks up the steps to meet Robin where he pleaded her with his eyes.

“ I told you not to meddle into this” she says. “ This is their wedding date, Munson.” 

“ I have to try it my way” he says. “ Can you watch my son for a few minutes? I have to talk to Harrington.” 

Robin gives him a look like she’s upset with him.

“ Robin, I still love her and I miss her, terribly. I’ve made a mistake letting her go those years ago. I want to fix it” Robin sighs looking at the doors where you were putting on your wedding dress.

You were going to hate her. 

“ Go” she says placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “ I’ll watch the little nugget” 

“ You’re the best” he says to her racing down the hallway where he had hope it was Steve’s dressing room to put on his suit for the wedding. He tried door to door, finding the bathroom first until he reached one at the end of the hall where he heard voices behind.

He threw the door opened almost flying into the room but catches himself seeing Dustin, Steve, Mike, Will and Jonathan in the room with him.

“ Munson?” Steve asked. “ What are you doing here?” 

“ I need to talk to you” he says looking around the room at the others, “ alone.” 

Steve looks at him skeptical, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants facing Eddie. 

“ What is there to talk about, Munson? I’m getting married in a couple of hours to the love of my life.” 

“ Listen-“ Steve shook his head knowing where this was heading. He knew. 

“ Munson, you lost your chance in having her in your life and I’ve picked up the pieces. I’ve chosen her and I love her. There is nothing you can do to stop it.” 

“ I love her too!” He shouts. “ She was the best thing that happened to me and I screw it all up with one mistake.” 

“ That’s not my problem” Steve says. “ Now you know where the seats are, go and find one with whomever you came with and enjoy the wedding. Our wedding.” 

“ You don’t deserve her” Eddie hisses.

“ And you think you do?” Steve asked. “ Don’t make me laugh, Munson. Your jokes are overrated and boring. Your time had a limit and I’m not going to let you ruin this wedding” 

Eddie growled and threw his hands up as he backed away from Steve and the others in the room still.

“ I’ll just talk to her” he says. Steve turned around quicker than he could blink making his way over to Eddie, getting into his face.

“ You won’t dare talk to my fiancé” 

“ I would” Eddie hisses. Steve’s jaw clenches tight and his fist are to his side. 

Eddie turns around to make his way over to the other side of the hall where you were getting ready to have Steve pull him back by catching his arm and pinning him to the wall with his face squishing against the wall. 

“ I said, you’re not talking to her” 

“ What is the commotion about?” Max walks through the door with El by her side as she stares wide eyed at Steve holding Eddie against the wall. 

“ Steve, let him go” Max says. 

Steve clenches his jaw tight but let’s Eddie go with another glare thrown his way. Eddie adjusted his vest and his shirt and brushes some strands of hair that have fallen behind his ear.

“ What’s going on here?” El asks looking between the two. “ Why are you fighting?” 

“ Don’t tell me he came here thinking he had a chance” Max says looking at Eddie then at Steve.

“ It’s exactly what he was doing” Dustin says. 

Max threw her hands up in the air with an eye roll. 

“ You lost your chance, Eddie. Let her be happy with Steve. They make each other happy and she loves him. Leave her be” 

“ I love her, I don’t want to lose her” Eddie’s voice cracks. 

“ You lost her the moment she became mine” Steve says. Eddie rushes past the girls and down the hall by being chased by Steve, Dustin, Mike and there rest while Eddie desperately was trying to get to you. He threw the door open almost collapsing on the ground.

You were spooked by him, wrapping arms around you scared that it was Steve trying to see you in your wedding dress. But your eyes grew wide seeing that it was Eddie, holding the doors open and out of breath.

But what shocked you the most was that the bodies tackling him to the ground. Steve was one of them. You screamed hiding behind Nancy, Vicky and Erica in hopes that Steve didn’t see you in your dress. It was bad luck. 

“ What are you bozo’s doing?” Erica asked. “ You can’t be in here” she adds. 

“ Especially you, Steve” Nancy says making her way over to him to push him out the door but he held back seeing Eddie wasn’t leaving. 

“ What is he doing here?” Erica pointed towards Eddie. 

Eddie straighten himself out and he said, “ I need to speak with you Y/N” he says. Your eyebrows knit together on why now he wanted to talk to you. Couldn’t he wait after the wedding? 

“ Talk about what?” You asked. 

“ We never got to talk what really happened between us and why I did what I did” he says putting his hands into the pocket of his pants. 

“ Don’t listen to him honey, he’s lying to you and just want to rip us apart” 

“ Steve..” You mumbled. “ I never got the closure I needed, I want to hear him out” 

Steve threw his hands up in the air. 

“ You want to hear him out on our wedding day?” 

“ We still have a few hours before we get married” 

Steve put his hands up and shook his head, “ Do whatever you want.” He left you in the room, with a frown on your face. You didn’t mean to hurt Steve’s feelings but you needed to hear Eddie out. You needed to hear his explanation and you thought it would be good for you. To leave on better terms with him. 

“ Can you give me a minute?” You asked Eddie. “ I need to change and then we can talk” he nods turning around to walk out the door with the rest following. 

“ I hope you know what your doing” Erica says following the rest and closing the door leaving you alone as you changed into something more comfortable. When you were done, you opened the door seeing Eddie was waiting for you against the wall. 

“ Come in” he followed you in, closing the door and he didn’t choose to sit. He felt his palms starting to get sweaty and he felt a little lightheaded when he turned to face you. 

“ Where do I start?” He asks, with a small laugh.

“ Why didn’t you want to have a family with me?” 

He sighed as he rubbed one of his arms up and down. 

“ It’s not that I didn’t want to have a family with you, Y/N. It was more of how I felt like I was going to like my dad. I didn’t want to be a disappointment and disappoint my kid. I had so many thoughts running through my head that day. You kept pushing me and pushing me to be around kids, it’s like you didn’t even stop to think what I thought and wanted. You never sat down and asked” 

“ You aren’t like your father, Eddie. Never. Ever. Not in a million years. I saw the way you treated your son, you aren’t like that monster. Your son adores you.” 

“ He’s my little nugget and the best thing to happen to me since we broke up” 

“ Why didn’t you come find me?” You asked. “ We have the same friends.”

Eddie nodded, “ You’re right. We do. But I was scared that you hated me after we broke up and I broke your heart. I couldn’t bare to look at you to see the hate in your eyes. It would of been too much but you’re right. I should of went to look of you, I should of asked one of our friends to meet up and talk about this..” 

He hung his head, “ God, I missed you and miss you so much.” 

“Why have a kid with her and marry her? Clearly. You’re not happy from what I’ve seen. The only happiness that radiants off of you is when your around your son.” 

“ No one really liked me back then after we broke up, and one night it was a stupid night where I went out to get drunk and danced with this girl which is now my divorce wife well getting there. Things began to happen fast from there and Wayne talked about having responsibilities and she became pregnant and I stuck to her, giving my little bud the best life I could give him.” 

“ You’re divorcing your wife?” He nods. 

“ I’m not as happy as you think I am” he says. 

“ So what are you doing with your life, Eddie? What do you really want?” 

He rose his head to meet your gaze. He’s giving you the look he used to give you all those years when he first fell in love with you. 

“ Don’t look at me like that” you shook your head. “ Not now” 

“ You know he’s not right for you. He’s not what you wanted in life, not a Harrington” 

“ You don’t know me anymore, Eddie. You don’t make decisions for me, besides I love him” 

The words hurt him more than he thought it would. It felt like a knife was digging into his heart. He head was screaming for him to leave, take his son and leave. 

“ What if I told you that I still love you after all these years? What if I told you that your the soulmate for me?” 

“ It’s too late, Eddie. I’m getting married to Steve” 

The door flew opened and a panic looking Dustin ran through the doors. 

“ Steve called off the wedding and sent everyone home” he says. Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you stood up from where you were sitting. 

“ W-what?” You asked, making a run for it down the hall to find where Steve was. You had found him sitting in one of the chairs that the guest were suppose to sit in. 

“ What the hell, Harrington? I thought we were getting married” 

“ I thought we were too” He says, running a hand through his hair before his eyes turned to glance over where you were standing. 

“ Why did you sent everyone home? Why did you cancel our wedding?” 

“ Because I saw the way he looked at you and I saw the way you had hope in your eyes. You still care about him? Do you still love him after all this time? Was I just a pawn in your game?” He asked.

Your eyes glossed over, making your way over to him and standing in front of him in between his legs and cupping his face with your hands. 

“ No, I love you. You know I do” He nods. But it looks like he doesn’t believe you. He leans into your touch, and gives you a smile. 

“ He’s always going to be there until he can swoop in and take you away. I’m not going to handle that when he does.” 

“ Steve” he shook his head standing up from the chair. 

“ You might not say you love him, but there is a connection between the two of you and I see it. I can’t stand and watch this between the two of you” you wiped the tears with the back of your hand and placing a hand on your stomach.

You had found out some news the other day, too scared to tell him right away and wanting to make sure it was the truth.

“ Steve” you gulped fearing at his reaction for the next words, “ I’m pregnant.” 

It looked like a pin could be dropped and it wouldn’t be heard. His eyes grew wide as saucers as his mouth dropped opened from what he just heard. 

“ You c-can’t b-be. We were careful” you nodded your head.

“ We were, but these things happened” he makes his way over to you and places his hands on top of yours. 

“ I will be so mad if your lying to me” he says. 

“ I’m not, you’re going to be a father” 

“ You’re going to be a mother” he says.

“ W-what?” Eddie asks as he stands in the middle of the room. “ You’re pregnant with his child?” He points towards Steve who looks like a Christmas Tree light up on his face from the news. 

“ Yes, Eddie. I’m pregnant” 

Eddie felt the room spinning as he tried to grasp into anything he could hold but it was no use as his eyes rolled to the back of his head before he collapsed on the floor.

“ Eddie!” Steve and you shouted, running towards him. You put his head into your lap tapping his cheeks for him to wake up. You had never in your life see him faint. 

“ Eds, wake up” you kept tapping his cheeks and it was no use. Steve took a turn in slapping his cheeks trying to wake Eddie up.

“ I swear he’s a drama queen” Steve mutters. Eddie’s eyes blink open and he locks eyes with you mumbling along the lines that he’s seeing an angel which he refers is you. 

“ Welcome back” Steve says to Eddie. 

Eddie tried to sit up feeling his head still was a little dizzy, he groaned grabbing his head.

“ Dad!” He heard the sound of his son’s voice before a small pair of arms wrap themselves around Eddie. It was his son.

“ I’m alright, bud” he hugs his son back while you and Steve let him be for now. 

“ Where does this leave us?” You decide to ask Steve. “ I’m not sure about being together, but I will be here for you and the baby… I’m sorry that we didn’t work out.” 

“ I’m sorry we didn’t either, but thank you for loving me all the years I needed you the most” 

He smiles softly, “ Thank you for picking up the pieces and putting me back together.”

“ Always” He wraps his arm around you and kisses the side of your head. 

“ Do you think you’ll end up with Eddie?” 

“ I don’t know, Stevie. He has a lot going on his plate and right now, I want to focus on this little nugget” you placed your hand on your stomach referring to your unborn child. 

“ This baby is going to be so loved” Steve says. 

“ And he has the best parents in the world” 

Steve and you shared a smile. Even though nothing was going to happen between the two of you, he was always going to be there for you. As a friend. 

Weeks go by and Eddie had signed the divorced papers, he had moved out of the house finding an apartment to live in and his son visited him any time he wanted. His son spend most of the time at the apartment. Steve and. You moved into an apartment together where he looked after you, not letting you pick anything up and making sure you were well rested, fed and feeling good. 

Eddie had stopped by multiple times checking in on you and the two of you started to talk a lot again. It felt good to hear him laugh at your stupid jokes again. You never got tired of hearing his laugh. 

The nine months of carrying Steve’s baby has flew by and you were in the back of Steve’s car while he drove to the hospital with Robin showing you how to breath in the back and Eddie sat in the passenger side holding on for dear life as Steve drove. He took turns left and right making the car slide through the streets. 

You screamed out, ready to have this baby out. 

“ Speed on it, dingus!” Robin shouts wincing when you grab onto her shoulder in pain.” Geez, what a grip you have” she mutters while you glare at her. 

“ I’m trying” Steve shouted looking through the review mirror seeing you were screaming in pain. When you arrive at the hospital, both Eddie and Steve carried you from the car to the hospital screaming for a nurse or doctor. 

“ She’s pregnant and ready to pop!” One of the nurses rushed to get you a wheelchair which you were happy to sit in but glared ups at everyone because you were close to having this baby out of you. You were ready to be a mother. 

“ Any day now, I am in pain right now!” 

You hadn’t know how many hours of labor you were in, but Eddie and Steve both stood by your side holding each of your hand. You were crying that you couldn’t push this baby out of you. It was too much and you are ready to pass out.

“ You’re doing so good, buttercup” Eddie says smoothing out your hair. “ I am so proud of you” The sparkle in his eyes encouraged you to push once again and push, holding on dear life of Steve’s hand while squeezing Eddie’s hand. 

Both boys groaned in pain not really expecting you to have such a strong hold on their hands. 

Then they heard it. You heard it.

The baby’s cry. The baby was here. Tears pooled down your cheeks when the baby was handed into your arms wrapped up in a pink blanket. You were shocked seeing how beautiful your child was in your arms. The baby cooed as it opened it’s eyes greeting you for the first time.

“ She’s beautiful” 

“ Just like her mother” Eddie says. 

“ What’s her name?” Eddie asked. 

“ Isabella Harrington” you tell him. Steve’s mouth drops when he hears that you wanted to give his daughter his last name. “ Y/N..” He speaks softly, already crying his eyes out seeing his little girl in your arms. 

“ God, she’s perfect” Steve says, leaning over to watch his daughter in your arms, “ you’re perfect.” Eddie watches as Steve interacts with his child thinking back on the day his son was born and he had the same reaction. He goes to step out to leave you to alone when you call out to him. He turns in time to see that you were giving your little girl over to Steve who happily took Isabella off your arms and began to talk to her as he walked over to the window to give you some privacy.

Eddie walked back over to you, and you grabbed his hand in yours. 

“ You did so good” he says. 

“ Eds.. thank you for being there for me for these past few months, helping me and checking on me” he nods not really knowing where you were going with this but stood there waiting for you to continue. 

“ I was thinking” he hummed as he rose his eyebrow. “ You were thinking…” he hummed with a small chuckle. 

“ If I wasn’t in this hospital bed, I would of flicked you in the forehead” he laughed, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“ But I was thinking that maybe down the line, we could talk about possibly an us happening?” His eyes grew wide when he hears your words and his head bops up and down like a happy golden retriever. 

He kinds was one. 

“ Are you serious?” He asked, making sure you weren’t just pulling his heart strings. 

“ Yes, what do you say?” 

“ I’ll wait as long as you need, buttercup. No need to rush. But I would like to hold Isabella if that’s okay” He says. 

“ Steve” you called out to him. Steve turns in his arms holding his daughter, pouting that he doesn’t want to let her go but walks over to Eddie. 

“ You can look over at her, I get to hold her. Got it?” Steve asked, already being protective dad mode. Eddie laughed as he nodded his head. 

You looked at the two as they interact with your daughter and you can’t help but see a future with them playing with your daughter, and raising her by your side, you can see her growing up to have a big family looking after her. 

“ You know little one, you aren’t seeing any boys until your 30” Steve says. 

“ Every boy has to go through us” Steve agreed while you laugh. A small knock came to the door, Eddie’s son peeked through the doors with Robin too. 

“ Everyone is here waiting to see the baby” she gasped when she saw Steve holding the little blanket holding your daughter in. Her eyes become glossy.

“ Awe, look at dingus and how happy he looks” she says. 

“ Get in here, Robs” Steve says. Eddie waved his son over as the two ran over to look at your daughter. 

“ She’s perfect” Robin gushes. 

“ Just like her mother” Eddie says locking eyes with you, sending you a small wink. 

[tobyyobyy]

carl grimes headcannons because we lack of anything for him and i can (most, if not all, are just non-apocalypse headcannons):

- autistic (we are starting off strong here)

- vocally stims vines sometimes (“road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does”, “look at all those chickens”, “i wanna be a cowboy baby”) (he does that last one in front of rick a lot and rick never understands it’s from vine)

- judith: “daddy?”

- carl: “DO I LOOK LIKE-?”

- glenn taught him a lot of stupid jokes like “ligma” and “joe mama” (the usual college kid jokes)

- would use the “joe mama” joke on judith a lot

- judith would retaliate with ligma jokes (“we have the same mom idiot”)

- no one knows where she learnt that one

- loved science as a kid

- switched between wanting to become a cop like rick or an astronomer

- thought about being a palaeontologist but couldn’t see himself doing it for the rest of his life

- didn’t have a lot of friends but was still liked by other kids anyways (doesn’t mean he’s popular, people are just neutral about him)

- is on a swim team

- just likes swimming in general

- MOMMA’S BOY!!!!!

- then lori died so he made that transition over to his dad…yeah

- keeps his hair long and went through that teenage grunge phase

- listens to bands like oasis, los campensinos, nirvana, foo fighters, etc etc

- his parents music taste would sneak in sometimes tho like fleetwood mac, abba (lori) bob dylan, johnny cash (rick), any 80’s songs and old country (below the 70’s)

- because of that grunge phase he’d 100% play the electric guitar

- his grandpa taught him a bit of acoustic whenever they’d visit

- he plays the acoustic sometimes for judith, or anyone in his family who asks, but mainly judith

- plays more chill songs like something you’d find in the ‘life is strange’ soundtrack (bright eyes, angus and julia stone, iron & wine) (most of those are from enid’s music taste)

- rick and michonne let him use the garage but it still drives them up the walls when he jams out with friends

- doesn’t understand the superbowl but because his dad likes it he makes an effort to watch it with him because no one else will

- jump scares any unsuspecting victim when they turn the corner of a wall

- to calm down whenever he’s stressed/overwhelmed/overstimulated he’ll either go swimming or ask his grandparents to come over (they own a farm) to ride some horses

- allergic to peanuts (not pecans because they had to eat some when they met Gabriel so)

- hates anything deep fried except for fish

- terrible in any form of skating

- roller skating? keeps slamming into the wall

- ice skating? uses those kid-balance-crutches-thingys

- he just has terrible coordination

- obviously gets worse when he looses his eye

- he’s good at bowling tho

- even tho he’s a moody teenager he’s EXTREMELY kind

- switches from sciences to arts and english in high school

- started making little family portraits drawings

- can actually understand old english/shakespeare

- makes blanket forts with judith 24/7

- actually does have a southern accent it’s just more like loris (less noticeable than ricks)

- would 100% watch minecraft youtubers

- bisexual little shit (duh)

- when he was a kid he didn’t have a fear of needles but as he grew up he just DESPISED them like shaking screaming crying and throwing up type deal

- hums a lot to judith, usually the song “baby mine”

- snapchat user

- embarrassingly so. especially when he uses the filters

- has a diary and calls it a diary not a journal

- drops trauma like it’s nothing, like a silly joke (this is basically canon but i’ll still include it in)

- headphones on 24/7 might as well be glued to his head (his ears are too small for earphones and he likes soundproof headphones anyways)

- an entire shelf in his closet is just for comics (and some comics are thin so you can imagine how many he has)

- likes reading other things too instead of just comics

- refuses to wear elastics/tie his hair up even if it gets in his way a lot

- let’s judith put silly hairclips in it

- sometimes forgets to take them out when he gets to school but he doesn’t care much

- would watch: the office, brooklyn nine-nine, the breakfast club & moral orel

[andoutofharm]

other things i have no video evidence for but I Saw It Trust Me: joe throwing picks to the audience and then mouthing “I can’t throw this one, I need it to play my guitar” when he was down to the one in his hand

[lovejosephquinn]

Imagine making dinner with Joseph listening to Queen, dancing around the kitchen together and “Bohemian Rhapsody” starts to play. Head-banging together, Joseph using the spatula as a microphone and throwing pasta up in the air as fake confetti. The kitchen is a mess but you’re beaming as you watch him- this is it. This is your “I finally made it moment.”

The last notes of the song die down from your speaker and the lyrics to a new song begin to play instantly. You both recognise it within the first few seconds.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide no escape from reality…

Joes ears prick up at the sound of Queen and his whole body starts to move erratically towards you, snatching the towel out of your grasp and pulling you from the sink from where you’d just washed your hands.

“I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.” Joe puts on his best Freddie Mercury voice as he melodises into your ear, his arms wrapped around you in a force so heavy that you can’t help but melt inside his touch.

“Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me…” he continues and you decide to swing yourself around to meet his eye. “To meeee.” You finish and as the song continues its slow starting pace, the sound of the piano notes blasting through the speaker see’s him mimicking them, clicking his tongue to the beat. You can’t help but smile and sigh contently watching your boyfriend feel the music. With that, Joe’s lips meet yours in a significantly warm kiss, parting slightly to close as much space between you as possible. You’re swaying side to side in unison, foreheads pressed together as the song starts to build up, its all quite romantic.

The pans boiling water is ready to have it’s content poured into it now but you’re currently stood in the middle of your kitchen being spun around and dancing stupidly to the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody building up and up, getting to the best part, it’d be ridiculous to quit now. The highest Galileo he can manage almost damages Joe’s vocal chords but he completely insists straight away that was his queue to sing.

You take it in turns throwing the words back and fourth at one another.

I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me.

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah no! We will not let you go!

Joe screeches “let him go!” repetitively and you now face each other in what looks like it could be a dual, he grabs the nearest kitchen appliance, wrapping his hand around the spatula and begins to wave it around in the air like a conductor for an orchestra. You’re trying to continue singing, but the way he’s got you in a trance, laughing so hard and so quickly at his actions.

You decide to join him, grabbing a hold of a whisk and putting it to your mouth like a microphone as the last part before the moment you’ve both been waiting for commences.

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…

For me…

For MEEE!

You break down like a couple of rockstars, head banging the best you both can muster. Joe’s air guitar keeps the stitches of laughter in your stomach going. Yelling the lyrics into your microphones once more, just plainly singing along. Joe grabs the bag of pasta that’s sat on the countertop waiting to be used, instead he proceeds to grab a handful and release it into the air as confetti would fall to the crowd at a concert.

“Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby! Just gotta get out; just gotta get right out of here!” You move closer to one another, relinquishing the area you’d just been using to dance like mad people to join at each others side once more.

Joe takes the whisk out of your hand and doesn’t even look where he puts the objects, just releasing them out of his clutch to grab them once more as the song slows and comes to a close.

Your foreheads pressed together again as you sing the last parts square in each others faces. The vaping water from the pan sets the scene for you both from the overly boiled water.

Any way the wind blows…

Your heart could burst, butterflies were roaming around the entirety of your body. You feel pumped and so god damn happy that you’ve shared this one slight moment with him. The way he can go from romantic to completely silly with you in a matter of seconds was one of the many reasons why you loved Joe so much. His flare for dramatics shone on in a way that was so dear to you and it was clear that you had reached the one goal you’d set in your life; to be loved back just as much.

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison, backstage in Philadelphia, PA, on August 16, 1966; photo by Bob Bonis.

“[George showed us] his music room, which has one wall covered with the famous Harrison guitars, his collection of Indian instruments and a small jukebox standing just by the door. I looked at the titles on the jukebox and there were very few Beatle songs amongst them. The Beach Boys, Mamas and Papas, Lovin’ Spoonful, the Stones were all well represented.” - The Beatles Monthly, January 1967

“George Harrison’s Fab Forty… George — like all the Beatles, incidentally — has his own juke box at his Esher home. It’s in his ‘den.’ Along with tape recorder, radio and record player. […] But back to the juke box. It’s a KB. Maybe you saw it in the film ‘Help’? Says George: ‘It’s so much easier to have all my favorite records on the juke box at once. It saves me going through piles of records to find the ones I want. Then when I get sick of them, I just throw them out and put some new ones in.” - Tony Hall, Record Mirror, January 1, 1966

George’s Top Ten… 1 “Harlem Shuffle” — Bob and Earl 2 “Good Things Come To Those Who Wait” — Chuck Jackson 3 “Be My Lady”/“Red Beans and Rice” — Booker T and the MGs 4 “Please Crawl Out Your Window” — Bob Dylan 5 “Baby, You’re My Everything” — Little Jerry Williams 6 “Back Street” — Edwin Starr 7 “Work, Work, Work” — Lee Dorsey 8 “The Little Girl I Once Knew” — The Beach Boys 9 “My Girl Has Gone” — The Miracles 10 “I Don’t Know What You’ve Got /But It’s Got Me)” — Little Richard (“[P]arts one and two — the second is George’s favorite.”)

The rest… 11 “I Can’t Turn You Loose” — Otis Redding 12 “My Girl” — Otis Redding 13 “I Believe I’ll Love On” — Jackie Wilson 14 “Plum Nellie” — Booker T and the MGs 15 “Everything Is Gonna Be Alright” — Willie Mitchell 16 “A Sweet Woman Like You” — Joe Tex 17 “Something About You” — The Four Tops 18 “I Got You” — James Brown 19 “Ain’t That Peculiar” — Marvin Gaye 20 “Turn, Turn, Turn” — The Byrds 21 “See Saw” — Don Covay 22 “I’m Comin’ Through” — Sounds Incorporated 23 “Don’t Fight It” — Wilson Pickett 24 “Bootleg” — Booker T and the MGs 25 “I Ain’t Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore” — The Young Rascals 26 “Respect” — Otis Redding 27 “Try Me”/“Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag” — James Brown (“instrumentals”) 28 “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” — Otis Redding 29 “All Or Nothing” — Patty Labelle and her Belles 30 “Pretty Little Baby” — Marvin Gaye 31 “Oowee Baby, I Love You” — Fred Hughes 32 “The Tracks of My Tears” — The Miracles 33 “Yum Yum” — Joe Tex 34 “Agent 00 Soul” — Edwin Starr 35 “Money” — Barrett Strong 36 “Some Other Guy” — Ritchie Barrett (“George’s ‘Revived 45’ list — he’s dug these since they first came out.”) 37 “It Wasn’t Me” — Chuck Berry 38 “Mohair Sam” — Charlie Rich 39 “Let Him Run Wild” — The Beach Boys 40 “Do You Believe In Magic” — The Lovin’ Spoonful

“George really knows his records. It’s always a pleasure to talk to him about them.” - Tony Hall, Record Mirror, January 1, 1966 (x)

George's "Fab Forty" playlist: on YouTube, and on Spotify.

[foxes-that-run]

2024 Haylor timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024.

1 January - 17 HSleaks - Guess I’m alright, One and only Voice note, Spanish Girl.

3 January - Harry in the Caribbean with TR. Taylor LA.

6 January - By your side lately leak on anniversary. Rumour H LA.

7 January -Taylor at Golden Globes in LA.

11 January - Harry bought stake in SS Daley. Taylor in NY zebra top & sunglasses at night

12 January reports Travis and Taylor are fighting after Christmas Day, (helmet throw).

15 January - HS too much sauce leaked.

17 January - Deux Moi H LA 6 - 16 January

19 January - a photo of TR with Jeff at LOT Wembley last June.

20 January - Joe, TR and Zayn at Loewe show at Paris FW, some guy gives TR a neck rub. Stalker arrested at Taylor’s NY apartment

22 January - a stalker was charged for harassing Harry :( after he came back to  London earlier. TS stalker on the same day

29 January - inappropriate viral deepfake images of Taylor. X bans ‘Taylor Swift’ search. TK kiss Back to Nashville after 10 hours.

30 January - Taylor search on now kiss viral. 

1 February - Harry’s 30th birthday.

4 February - Grammys, LA TTPD announced

5 February - Joe Alwyn whinging he dated TS. Joe liked tweet

7 February - eras Tokyo, Holy Ground/Dear Reader. Says “I’ve been working on Tortured Poets since right after I turned in Midnights …I’ve been working on it for about two years, I worked on it throughout the US tour” Tyler share snippet of music

9 February - Travis Kelce hasn’t spoken to Taylor in a week since the Grammy’s, didn't know rest of line in Karma or what country she was in said he felt the power of his beard.

11 February - TK wins Super Bowl. Taylor fly's Tokyo-LV-Melbourne to be there and drunk dances. TK yelled at and pushed coach then partied after kids killed at parade for Chiefs. Harry wears packers beanie. Taylor makes ick face when TK screams 'Viva Las Vegas'

14 February - Harry and TR photographed leaving dinner at night. Blind item that TR is calling paps, they are then not seen together again for a month.

15 February - Daily Mail: “Put the beer down, Travis - it's not IF Taylor dumps you... but WHEN: After the coach bashing, drunken disorder and tone-deaf post-shooting selfies, image-obsessed Swift will now shake off brand Kelce”

16 February- Melbourne,  Red and YLM

17 February - rumors Joe cheated in October 2021. Taylor said “a song to match the moment” and played a medley of "Getaway Car", "August" and "TOSOTD" , then TIMT

18 February - Taylor “Melbourne, you are the love of my life”. Surprise songs - CBBH (3rd ever play) and Daylight mashup then teardrops on my guitar on piano. Harry then went to a Man U football game (in pants without elastic!!) smiling!!!! With Sony CEO.

20 February - Taylor dinner in Sydney. Harry train London - Paris, bodyguard Paddy indicates work. FW next week

23 February - Travis comes to Australia, not for the 4 days Taylor had off but when she went back to work. Taylor fly's jet back to the US to bring Travis and friend to Australia. Taylor goes to the Zoo twice, once with the band and once with Travis. Travis rents a silver Lamborghini and drives it too fast and runs red lights in the Sydney CBD. Travis comes to one concert. Scott swift again lined up TK for a photo ops to kiss Taylor. Surprise songs HYGTG and White Horse/Coney Island mash up with Sabrina Carpenter.

24 February -  Gemma has a baby! 8 months after Harry sung Sweet Creature at Wembley. 💚 Travis flys back to the US to attend a Chiefs party, left noon the day after the show. His total flight time was 26+ hours to spend 51 hours in Australia. Counting return time for the jet the time in air was longer than he spent in Australia. IION/IWYW and Haunted/exile.

26 February - Columbia records shares a TikTok of empty as it was scene ‘where you want to go?’ Maroon

27 February - Scott swift punches a pap in Sydney. Harry at trader Joes in la.

2 March - Taylor plays IDWLF/Dress and Mine/Starlight. At the Brit awards Roman Kemp pranks Calvin Harris to drink a drink called Harry Styles Bath water, a Saltburn joke. This all happened almost on the anniversary of the Shake an Apple of a Tree Tweet

3 March - TR play opens in NY, Harry doesn’t go. He was in LA.

6 March - DBATC/Babe surprise songs. TKs BFF unfollows Taylor

7 March - blind item rumor boybander and GF seeing other people.

8 March TK at the Singapore show, brings a friend and manager, TK texting during IKYWT. Sparks fly/ gold rush and false god/slut surprise song. Harry back in London, TRs play from 3-31 in ny and not seen attending. Pleasing ‘Single at last’. Jacks album released, Taylor didn’t mention.

9 March - TK at last eras for 2 nights looks bored, a bit dazed with glasses in dark, phone taken off him, no kiss at end.

10 March - twitter users say x, x highly publicised that Taylor and Travis attended exclusive Gucci post Oscar’s party where photos are banned, Taylor not seen. 5 days later a photo of Travis holding an Oscar inside the Gold party…. No Taylor… TK liked photo with trump

12-14 March - TK no Taylor at gym, Justin Timberlake concert and lunch. Taylor hasn’t been seen since Singapore.

14 March - Eternals 2, a marvel movie starring Harry was cancelled because the studio is focusing on movies that are assured success.

14 March - Harry backstage at Mitch’s show in NY!! TRs play was on 10 mins away, she came after, arriving at 9:30/10, they left before encore with TR look to be arguing, Harry was walking alone an hour later. First time seen in a month. New leaked angle of MSG Karaoke with Harry and Taylor - maroon added as a surprise song to eras film

15 March -Harry walking around NY with TR and separately with Maxwell Ritz. And at the white cube gallery.

16 March - page 6 reports Bob Iger who paid Taylor $70m for the eras movie, says saw TS & TK in no photo event.

17 March - Harry in Brooklyn at townhouse with TR with bag, last sighting for another month+. Taylor repeats Joe in Bahamas holiday with TK for beach. 300 photos from Backgrid drop at once and TMZ video.

19 March - Harry returns to London. Seen carrying a white rose with James Cordon.

20 March - on his podcast TK talked about babies life&style. Blind item that Taylor doesn’t appreciate narrative contribution.

22 March - Harry in UK studio RAK. Taylors flight goes via KC>LA. TK Cleveland funeral

24 March - Taylor seen for the first time in a week at Nobu with Travis, Taylor stern words. TK sweatpants with holes. The 300 Bahama's photos all drop the next day.

26 March - TR VF article where she says “My work is the most interesting thing to me, so that’s what I’ll say about that.” And talks about finding safety for herself, in August she talked about safety within a relationship.

28 March - Harry swan lake London, later hosts football party and runs from paps

1 April - TK and umbrellor arrive in LA, plane flew L.A.-Nashville-Philli (his brother)-La for Easter, Taylor not seen for a week, not at iHeartawards. TR Columbia

5 April - Taylor barnies diner no LK

6 April - Taylor releases Apple Music playlists of her own songs in stages of grief. Video emerges of Joe saying his costars Alison’s name in a love scene (in the Final Cut of CWF episode 3, (at 11:55 in) Character name is Frances (and Joe says F Frances at 12:10). He threw a party in Taylor’s house with the co star on 19 April 22, Taylor’s 22 Brit award is in photo. One tweet Harry in LA Aiport.

7 April - rumour Taylor’s jet went to Nashville. Photo of TR Columbia.

8 April - LT Larry denial got him lots of media.

9 April - Taylor seen in a car LA TK dinner

10 April - second sighting of Harry in LA

11 April - Harry pictured at Masters golf torment, Niall also there! Taylor “recently” with Selena, Sabrina. TK graduation, blind drinking too much.

12 April - DM: “Taylor Swift must be getting sick of this about TKTK & Taylor sushi park in the evening.

13 April - Taylor and TK at Coachella, watch bleachers and ice spice, TK very possessive manhandling, picking her up, shaking and smothering her. Taylor looks out of it, happy

15 April - Harry Japan w/GF Twitter sighting. Also sightings in Hampstead.

19 April - TTPD, Harry seen in Japan. Taylor posted short with TK included

20 April - Harry seen in Japan with TR, TR seen at airport on 24th last TR sighting w H

25 April - Taylor, Gigi, TK & Bradley Cooper (Gigi's partner) dinner in California. Blind MH didn't sign an NDA and there is mutually assured destruction.

27 April - TK and Taylor at mahomes charity event, Travis embarrassing, yells viva Las Vegas again and Taylor looks intoxicated /out of it while he pulls her along. TK party no TS in Vegas. Plane flew to LA then Nashville next day (Taylor wore the Cartier necklace to after party)

29 April - Harry seen in London

3 May - Taylor on way to London ahead of first Paris show 9 May. Travis seen at a Chainsmokers gig within 2 hours.

6 May - Harry on lime bike London not at met gala. TK parting alone again. Taylor not seen since charity thing

8 May - Taylor arrived in Paris, meaning she probably stayed in London for 5 days.

9 May - new eras setlist with TTPD in Paris. IION/OOTW, lomlHarry looks happy in London. Harry goes to the London ballet with the 1D and TPWK Choreographer

11 May - Taylor seen travelling to hotel in Paris

12 May - TK eras last Paris show only. Alchemy/treacherous and Begin again/paris, said BA was was memory of MV in Paris

14 May - Deux Moi reports Tarry ended

15 May- Harry at Kacey Musgrave concert alone

17 May - Taylor and TK in Lake Como, wears Cartier Necklace. First show in Stockholm, asks Paramore to play Misery Business. Plays I think he knows/Gorgeous and part of DBTAC. Plays Peter on piano and says it is one of her favourite songs on TTPD and would only play it for a crowd she is absolutely in love with.

18 May - Taylor’s 89th show, Stockholm, played GAS, Say don’t go/Welcome to NY/Clean, LK tweeted Still your Boy lyrics about falling in to be somebody’s, Harry in London

19 May Harry and TR broke up last month: Sun & Mirror

20 May - tarry break up picked widely, rumour Harry in Italy

[visionarystoryteller]

Get Down Tonight || Roman Reigns

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Inspired by ‘Get Down Tonight’ by KC and The Sunshine Band

Warnings: Implied smut

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X Reader - You

Roman Reigns - The Tribal Chief - Leati ‘Joe’ Anoa’i

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It was one of the bigger executives idea to throw a disco themed party about 2 weeks before Summerslam. Everyone was still stressed from the last pay per view and needed some unwinding before they all snapped and caused serious injury to themselves or each other at summerslam.

You weren’t talent per say, well not athletically speaking. You were one of the few interviewers that traveled between Raw and Smackdown. It was tiring but it was a fun job to be close to different talents all the time. You had grown quite close to the smackdown talents, some say even close with the one and only Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns. You had started your job the same day he had returned from being home for the worlds shutdown of the coronavirus. He was all tall and brooding with an air of confidence and power that nearly knocked you on your ass the first time you interviewed him. His deep voice that held a small tone of sultry, god was it heaven. Then there was his facial hair that just complimented his chiseled face, the gods had taken their time with him. After the show had closed that night, he and his cousins, introduced themselves properly, totally different from some of the other talents who seemed to maintain character even after the show needed. While the twins and Solo seemed to follow him wherever he may go, you two still managed to get closer, which was a surprise to his cousins as during shutdown, he finalized his divorce and swore off looking at women and pursuing anything…boy how was he wrong when you came into the picture. Something with you just struck him and slowly over time on camera, the tension shifted and fans noticed how he was with you. He even made sure you traveled as their personal interviewer because Joe wouldn’t talk with anyone else. All noticed by their colleagues.

So here you were, meeting the bloodline at the party, dressed in a fringe silver dress that made you feel absolutely beautiful.

Joe entered the banquet hall with the twins, Jon and Josh along with Sefa. Joes eyes scanned the hall, no doubt looking for you. You were being pulled around by different people, mingling, trying to catch your own glimpse to see if Leati was here. He may have seemed liked he hated being called by his first name, as most addressed him as Joe, but when you said it he loved it. You both had caught glimpses of each other the whole night it seemed liked, never crossing paths. That was until the music finally played. That was when the real party had started.

The room filled with the guitars of Kc and the Sunshine Bands ‘Get Down Tonight’. Joe looked across the dance floor that was becoming more filled with people and caught your eyes.

“Honey-honey, me and you

And do the things, ah, do things that we like to do”

Sefa watched as his older cousin had his eyes locked on you and signaled the twins to watch. Joe, completely ignoring his family, rose his finger and called to you with the ‘come here’ motion. The two of you like moths to a flame found each other. Joe reach his hand out to you, you put it in his own, and he spun you to him, the fringes of your dress going crazy with the movement. Joe looked down at you, having your back to his chest.

“Y/N” he whispered in sultry to you.

“Leati” you reply breathlessly, before he spins you back out, arms length away.

“Baby-baby, I’ll meet you- same place, same time

Where we can get together, and ease up our mind”

You and Joe moved fluidly to the music, his hands on your waist every chance he got to help move your hips to the beat.

Everyone around you was aware of how engrossed you two looked with one another. It was as of if the rest of the world ceased to exist.

The way your body moved and rolled along with Joes was erotic on its own, but was only heightened with the looks he kept giving you.

With your back to his chest as the line of the song ‘get down tonight’ replayed you swung your hips low to the floor with your arms still touching and reaching for him behind you. Joe reached down and picked you up with ease, tossing you in the air to turn you around and caught you, right leg instinctively wrapping around his hip and thigh. Joe looked down at you to see you looking at him with hooded eyes before dipping you back to watch you roll back up to his chest, his hand caressing your back the whole time before holding you to him before repeating the process once more and keeping you a little always away from his face.

“You keep rolling your body like that and I will bend you over the closest table in front of all our colleagues “ Joe rasped quietly to you. You looked at him with doe eyes.

“Maybe I want you to Leati” you whisper as the song starts coming to a close. Joes jaw ticks as he looks at you with dark eyes. Joe brings his face to you neck and bite behind your ear, the process being covered by both of your hairs, so no one could see. You let out a moan that was almost noticeable to everyone else around as the song died down.

“You better get the pretty ass down tonight for me” Joe whispered as the song ended and kept you close. You looked into his eyes and nodded.

Everyone who watched you two dance clapped and couldn’t stop talking about the two of you, but the two of you didn’t pay attention as Joe whisked you put the banquet hall out to the suv and got you in before getting in himself.

“Oh, do a little dance, make a little love

Get down tonight”

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression - Ep 122 -Winning bid for Kurt Cobain's guitar (Summary)

They talk about the news of Kurt Cobain's smashed guitar selling at auction for 10 times more than the estimate.

Kaoru thinks the estimate was too low.

Kaoru has been interested in buying items signed by Michael Jordon before, but he hasn't bought any because he can't be sure if they are genuine.

Kaoru's most valuable possession is his personalised Hide signature.

Joe says he has a personalised signature from Yoko Ono, written in a copy of her book 'Grapefruit'. He adds to this that he thinks Yoko Ono has massive boobs, making the others laugh (at him, not her).

Joe says the cactus that he recieved as a gift from Kaoru is starting to suffer. It only has left about half the leaves it started with.

Kaoru says he thinks breaking guitars is terrible, but he has actually done it before on stage a very long time ago. He doesn't own the guitars, they are loaned from ESP, so he has to seriously apologize if he breaks them. One that he did break was fixed up to be used in MVs instead.

He hasn't broken any recently, but did once throw his guitar for his tech guy to catch, but missed and the guitar crashed to the floor. He was really shocked, but thankfully the guitar was unharmed. The moral of the story is 'Don't try this at home!'

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

The Last Time...?

Joe Elliott x Reader

Masterlist

This fic contains smut. Under 18s DNI

I thought that when I married the love of my life that it would never come to an end. Sitting at the kitchen table with divorce papers in front of me was not something I had ever pictured in my life. 

*

The day I married Joe was the best day of my life. I remembered it like it was yesterday. The pure white dress that I wore, the smell of the roses, Joe’s band all dressed up and most importantly, Joe stood at the end of the aisle with watery eyes and a blinding smile. 

I held his hands as we exchanged vows, tears streaming down my face. Joe kissed me for the first time as my husband. The whole day was perfect. Friends and family gathered around us, celebrating a marriage that everyone thought would stand the test of time. 

Joe had refused to sing on our wedding day, opting to not leave my side, his hand glued to mine. When we cut the cake and fed it to each other, he had made a cheeky joke which I could only hope that my great aunt hadn’t heard. The band certainly had and I could see them all almost rolling over with laughter. 

Steve had been there and although him and Phil had promised not to cause any trouble, the glint in their eyes was all too familiar. I couldn’t find it in me to be angry though. It wouldn’t be a wedding with some kind of shenanigans.

The honeymoon was even better. Days spent on the beach, sipping cocktails and exploring the island. Nights were spent between the sheets, neither of us could get enough of the other. The new weight on my left hand provided more comfort than anything in my life had before.

After we came home everything was perfect for a while. Dancing around in the kitchen, cuddled up with a hot chocolate on a winter night or on the patio during the summer. Kisses shared in the morning and in the evening. Late night conversations of the future and how many kids we wanted. Our life was a dream.

Until it wasn’t. Joe had to tour. With each tour came time apart and whilst I trusted him fully, I knew that there would be other women throwing themselves all over my husband. Initially, Joe had wanted me to go with him, insisting money was never a problem and that he would always take care of me.

However, I had been raised to always make my own money and not to rely on anyone else to provide for me. So I insisted on staying home so that I could work. Obviously 

I wanted to be with Joe and the time spent away from him caused more pain. 

*

That’s what led us to this. Sitting in the house that I used to share with Joe. I no longer lived there and had found a small house to rent a few miles away. Joe sat opposite me as he watched me read over the papers. He had given me 50% of everything, wanting a clean break. 

It was clear that the separation was not caused by falling out of love with each other but more that we couldn’t live together with the lifestyles we both had.

“Before I sign this.” I started, pushing back tears. “I need you to know that I never wanted it to come to this.”

“I know.” Joe sighed. He refused to look at me as he fiddled with the hand which still, for now, held his wedding ring. I watched him as he played with his ring. Despite the solemn look on his face all I could think about was that he never looked more handsome than right at this moment.

“I do love you Joe.” I whispered as I went to reach for the pen.

“I know that as well.” I halted my movement as I looked up at him, only to see his green eyes staring back at me. “I love you too.”

I smiled through the tears as I started to let them fall, jumping slightly as I felt his guitar-worn fingers wipe my face gently. I couldn’t help but gaze into the same eyes that I fell in love with, unable to comprehend that this was going to be the last time that I could do that. That one day there would be someone else looking into those eyes, someone else would hold him at night and love him the way he deserved.

Whilst looking at his green orbs, I failed to notice him inching his face towards mine. As a reflex, I felt my eyes flutter shut as his lips grazed against mine, I almost couldn’t believe he was there due to how light the kiss was. 

I opened my eyes to see him already looking at me intently, studying my face to guess my reaction. It didn’t take long for me to crash my lips back onto his as I felt my hand go up to his hair. I felt Joe pull me to stand up as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

I felt my body press up against his in the most familiar way, bringing tears to my eyes again. Clinging onto him tighter, knowing this might be the last time, I didn’t want the kiss to end. I could taste the saltiness from my tears as I daren’t pull away. I was sure that Joe left bruise marks on my hips from how tightly he was gripping onto me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I had my hands in his hair, tugging gently, eliciting a moan from him. One of my favourite sounds. It was muscle memory the way that we moved against each other. I felt him pull away slightly and for a moment fear settled in my stomach as everything was about to end. However, the thought quickly left my mind when Joe started moving me backwards.

“Let’s go upstairs shall we?” He whispered against my lips. I didn’t hesitate to agree and the next thing I knew, I was being whisked into his arms and up the stairs. Wrapping my legs around Joe’s waist, I started trailing my lips along his neck, earning a groan of approval. 

Eventually, we ended up in our, previously shared, bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and he climbed on top of me, not wanting to be away from me for a second longer than he needed to be. It appeared to me that he was having the same thoughts as I was having. That this may be the last time we were ever going to be together. The last time we would ever be joined as one.

I tried not to think about that though as I felt his lips on mine again. The familiar sensation brought me comfort. I felt a tug at my shirt and I immediately assisted him in removing it. He then removed my bra and ran his calloused hands across my breasts, causing my nipples to harden. I let out a soft moan at the sensation and Joe quickly kissed me again, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I ran my hands up his back and underneath his shirt, pushing it up over his head, our lips disconnecting for only a second before Joe discarded the fabric in the same direction as my clothes. I gently dragged my nails down his back, eliciting a groan from his mouth. I always loved how vocal he could be in bed. It reminded me that I was doing a good job pleasing him. 

I moved my hands down to his trousers and Joe wasted no time in rolling off of me to remove them before removing mine, along with my underwear. I kissed Joe again as he climbed back up on top of me. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” Joe asked with love in his voice, reminding me of just why I fell for him in the first place. The caring nature he naturally possessed had been endearing to me.

“More than sure Joe, please.” Joe wasted no time entering me for what could be the last time. Naturally, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him in closer to me. There was not a millimetre of space between the two of us as Joe started to rock back and forth. my back arched so that my stomach was against his. One of his arms wrapped under my waist, keeping me in that position and the other was placed next to my head to keep him steady as he moved inside of me. 

Placing my lips on Joe’s neck, I trailed up and down, earning a groan and a particularly deep thrust in return. This pattern continued, I kissed his neck and dragged my nails down his back and he rewarded the actions with deeper thrusts. 

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Joe whispered in my ear as he pulled out and sat up. I did as I was told and Joe moved me so that I was on my knees at the foot of the bed. Joe knelt behind me and I could see the pair of us in the mirror. 

Wrapping his arms around my front, I felt myself cling onto him as he re-entered me. I couldn’t help but watch the obscene sight in the mirror as Joe picked up his pace. I felt his face bury into the side of my neck, placing kisses there as he moved his hips. Letting out a moan, my eyelids fluttered shut, allowing myself to get lost in him.

“Joe.” I almost whined as I felt him lower one of his hands down to my clit. Rubbing gently, Joe whispered sweet nothings into my ear, reminding me of the first few years of our marriage. 

The thought of losing him caused me to hold onto his arm tighter. 

“Please.” I whispered.

“I know darlin’” Joe told me as he gripped tighter. “I’ve got you.”

I let out a few curses as I let go at his words, my orgasm hitting harder than it had in a while. The feeling of closeness tipping me over the edge. I felt Joe’s release as well causing me to sigh gently at the sensation.

Eventually Joe slouched from behind me, taking me with him. The two of us laid on the bed together wrapped up in each other's arms. I knew that we should get ourselves cleaned up but I also knew that if I left his arms then I may never enter them again, and that wasn’t a risk I was willing to take just yet.

Deciding to bite the bullet, I broke the silence that had enveloped the pair of us.

“Is there no way through this?”

“I don’t know love.” Joe sighed

“Because I don’t want to lose you Joe.”

“You think I really want this either? When we said our vows, I never thought divorce would be an option.”

Turning around I faced my husband.

“Then why are we doing this? Why did we let ourselves fall apart like this?” When I was met with quiet, I carried on. “We have to be able to work through this.”

Joe swiped some hair out of my face before trailing his fingers down my cheek.

“How?”

“I’ll work remotely.” I told him.

“Y/N/N sweetheart, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You're not asking. I can’t be on tour with you all the time but I can come with you some of the time. I’ll do whatever it takes to stay married to you.”

“You love your job though, how can I ask you to change it all for me?”

“Yes, I love my job, but I love you more. When I moved out I was miserable. I would rather change how I work than be without you.” I told him sincerely, not breaking eye contact.

“Oh love.” Joe mumbled as he leaned down to kiss me. “We’ll work on this okay, we’ll get through this.”

That was all I needed for now, the idea of staying in my husband’s arms rather than going back to an empty house. I had no idea how long it would take, but I didn’t care. I’d walk to the ends of the earth for the man holding me in that moment. As we clung onto each other, the pair of us forgot about the divorce papers that I had left abandoned on the kitchen table. There was no doubt that they would be torn up later anyway.

Placing a final kiss on his lips, I allowed myself to fall asleep in my husband’s arms.