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sweetprfct · 5 months

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Written in the Stars

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a believer in fate but after getting your heart broken, you had stopped believing it. Until you met Joe. Suddenly, it got you questioning if fate is real or not.

Author's Note: Okay, this was published in my old blog before and I'm going to be re-publishing it again here per requested from some of you. :) This is actually one of my fave series I wrote.

Wordcount: 4.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

“According to an ancient Chinese myth, a red string of fate connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.” - Chinese Proverb

AUTUMN 2021.

Joe was ready. He had been preparing this for about a year, and he was so ready to do this. He had everything prepared that he even had his best friend help him out to make sure everything was perfect. He got up early in the morning and immediately showered and got ready. He stared in the mirror for a moment before nodding his head and telling himself that everything was going to turn out perfect tonight. Exiting the apartment half an hour later, he was greeted by the Autumn New York air. He walked down the sidewalk, stepping on the crunchy leaves that were falling from the trees as he made his way towards the subway station.

“Hey.” Joe answered as soon as he saw his best friend’s caller ID.

“Are you ready, mate?”

“Yes, everything is going to turn out great tonight. I could feel it.” Joe smiled, exhaling a sharp breath.

“Okay, well, let me know how it goes. You still got filming today, don’t you?”

“Yes, I’m heading there right now.” Joe replied, entering the subway car. “I’ll be done early today though. She already knew what time and where to meet me, so it will just be perfect timing.”

“Okay, well, good luck, mate! It’ll be great.”

“Thank you. I’m a tad bit nervous but that’s normal, innit?”

“Absolutely! Just take a few deep breaths, everything will be fine. She’s mental if she doesn’t say yes.”

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle at his best friend’s comment. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Hanging up the phone, Joe smiled to himself, repeating what he was going to say tonight over and over again in his head. He wanted all of this to be perfect. He wanted to do this right. So, as he walked out of the subway, he made his way down the street and into the movie set. For now, he needed to focus his mind on the movie script. He shouldn’t have to worry so much about tonight, especially when he knew that everything was ready and prepared.

You were awakened by the sound of your alarm. You stretched on your bed before swinging your legs over and letting your feet touch the cold wooden floors of your apartment. Pulling the strings to open your curtains, you were greeted by the view of the city. The skyscrapers stood tall in front of you, and you could see the leaves on the trees turning yellow and orange. The sky was a bit gloomy today, but Autumn was one of your favorite seasons, and you always thought it was beautiful because it was like a sign of a new beginning. The old and the past leaving and a new beginning was starting. It was almost like your life at the moment. You could feel that something new is starting, and it could be tonight.

“Good morning.” You smiled brightly at your roommate, Sara, as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

“Someone is chirpy today.” Sara smiled, taking a sip of her tea.

Sara had been your best friend since you two met in college. She was an exchange student from Germany. Ever since you two met, you both had been inseparable that you both immediately decided to be roommates as soon as you both graduated college. You always believed that meeting Sara was fate. You both got along so well. The both of you were almost the same person. You never had such a healthy friendship before until you met her and that says a lot because even if you had friends then, it was never the same with what you have with Sara.

“Well, that’s because today might be the day.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Really?” Sara’s eyes widened. “How do you know?”

“Maybe. Who knows.” You shrugged. “He had been giving hints, and he was the one who specifically asked me to meet him tonight, which is weird because usually, we don’t meet up ‘til Friday nights unless it’s something important.”

“Well, tell him that I’m a little upset that he didn’t even ask your best friend to help him out or even tell me about it.” Sara teased.

“I will, but I’m sure he didn’t say anything because he wanted to do it himself.” You shoved a piece of toast in your mouth.

“Right...” Sara elongated her words. “Just like how he only shows up in your life during the weekends and until now, never even tried to get along with your friends?”

“Sara,” You tilted your head and gave her a look. “He’s just… busy. You know how he is.”

Work was always an excuse that you managed to tell her because you knew she was telling you the truth, but you were too stubborn to admit it. Too blind because you were too in love.

Sara took a sip of her tea and didn’t say anything else.

“He said that it’s fate.” You added.

“Really?” Sara raised her brow. “Fate is when you meet someone and then a few years later, you see each other again. Someone that you just know is meant for you no matter what the circumstance is. Even if you don’t see each other after however many years, the universe always brings you two together. Not someone that you meet in a bar and become friends with and decide to hook up one night and then be together after that.”

You knew how Sara was against this relationship in the first place because of how you two got together and even then, you always tried to make sure that your best friend and your boyfriend got along. However, for Sara, he never tried to make an extra effort for you or even try to actually be nice to her. Sometimes, she would even tell you that you weren’t his priority.

“Just… Just be happy for me, okay? I think that he really is the one.” You sighed.

Sara shook her head. “I am happy for you, but I’ll be happier if he actually treats you right.”

Your eyes caught the sight of the clock across from you and said, “I gotta go. I’ll see you later!” You drank the rest of your coffee before grabbing your things.

Sara scoffed, shaking her head as she watched you walk out the door before muttering, “Have fun.”

The day couldn’t go any faster as you sat in your office doing some paperwork, staring at the clock from time to time to see if it was almost time to leave. You just couldn’t wait to get out but no matter how hard you tried to make yourself busy, time was just going by slowly. When the clock finally hits 5pm, you immediately packed your things and grabbed your coat and walked out the office building. You pulled your coat closer to your chest, trying to fix your hair from the cold night air that was blowing. You hailed yourself a cab and as you made your way to the restaurant, your leg shook nervously.

Arriving at the restaurant, the place was packed with people, and you immediately got a table for the both of you as you waited for him. You tapped your nails nervously on the table and asked the waiter for a dirty martini to calm yourself down.

“Hey babe.”

You looked over your shoulder and gazed up at him. His blue eyes sparkling along with his smile that always made you melt on the inside.

“Sorry, traffic.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek, which surprised you because he would usually kiss you on the lips. Ignoring the unusual move, you smiled as he sat across from you.

“It’s okay. How are you, babe?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink. “You said you wanted to talk?”

He let out a sigh and hung his head low for a moment. “Yeah, listen… I just…” He stuttered for a moment as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “We had such an amazing adventure together, you know? We have gone through so much.”

“Yeah, I know. Six years. Time went by so fast. It feels like it was just yesterday that we met.”

“Yeah…” He played with his fingers nervously and let out another sigh. “But… I just feel like this isn’t working out.”

You felt your heart shattered into a million pieces the moment those words came out of his lips. Was he breaking up with you? Six years of having this relationship for nothing? Why? Your body froze, and you felt like you were going to scream, but you forgot how to find your words nor even move your body. You were just paralyzed.

“W…What?” Your words stuttered the moment you finally found your voice.

“Listen, I know we have been together for a while, but I just feel like it’s not working out anymore. We both like different things, and I just feel like I’m in the stage of my life where I just don’t want to be in a serious relationship right now.” He explained, trying to reach for your hands.

You scoffed as you shook your head, immediately pulling your hands away from him. You couldn’t believe the words that you were hearing right now. Was he fucking serious?

“Six years, Carter!” You exclaimed in frustration. “We were together for six years and you’re gonna tell me you don’t want to be in a serious relationship? What’s the real reason?”

You watched Carter look around the restaurant when you raised your voice at him. You grabbed your purse and coat, ready to leave. You couldn't even look at him anymore. You were furious and angry and heartbroken. You couldn’t even explain all the mixed emotions that you were feeling at the moment.

“I’m trying not to be a dick here, but I’m just not happy anymore.”

“You said we were fate.” You argued, holding back your tears.

Carter opened his mouth for a moment with no words coming out before finally saying, “I only said that because I knew you were a believer of those things.”

You scoffed as you got up from your chair. You were so angry. You hated every fiber of his being right now, and you needed to leave because you didn’t want to hear what else he was going to say.

“Don’t act like this.” Carter got up from his chair also. “Did you really think we were going to last long?”

“You’re such a fucking ass!” You exclaimed. “We were together for six years! Of course, I did!” You shook your head and started walking away from him.

“Wait!” Carter held you by your forearm, stopping you from leaving. “Please don’t make this hard. We could still be friends.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes as you let out another scoff. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now. Friends, really? After acting like an ass? After all the shit that he just said?! Was he fucking insane?

“You’re such a fucking dick, Carter!” You exclaimed again, pulling your arm away from his grip. He looked around the restaurant again as some of the guests were now looking at the both of you.

But you didn’t care. He deserved to be humiliated from the way he was acting towards you.

“Please don’t make a scene.” Carter muttered.

“I’m not making a scene.” You argued back. “This is making a scene!”

You grabbed the glass of the dirty martini that was sitting on the table and splashed him with it before scoffing and turning away from him, walking out of the restaurant.

“Well, that was embarrassing.”

Joe watched you from across the place as you walked out of the restaurant before turning to Rue, who was sitting across from him. Her little comment over the situation made Joe feel a bit uncomfortable since he thought that was a dick move for a man to do something like that to a woman. Though, his mind needed to be somewhere else because this night was important.

“So, babe. What were you saying?” Rue asked, reaching for Joe’s hands.

“Um…” Joe cleared his throat and played with the small box inside his coat pocket. “Rue, we have been together for a while, and you have made me a better person. You make me so happy, and I want to make you happy and be there for you for the rest of our lives. You are amazing and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Joe got up from his chair and went down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Rue sat there, a small gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes fell to the ring that was sparkling inside the box before she looked around the restaurant for a moment. Some people were staring at them, and she couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to her cheeks before helping Joe up to his feet.

“Oh, honey.” Rue pouted. “This is the sweetest thing ever, but I’m sorry. I’m just not ready for all of this. I mean… marriage? I have my whole career before me. I don’t want to start a family yet. You know how it is.”

Joe swallowed every bit of his feelings as Rue continued to reject his proposal. He didn’t expect this. He thought their relationship was going really well. He thought they were both ready. Joe stood there in front of her, feeling a bit embarrassed and at the same time, feeling a bit confused.

“I… I thought we both wanted this.” Joe muttered. “We always have talked about it, and I’m ready, Rue. I want to be with you.”

“I’m so sorry.” Rue gave him a sympathetic look before grabbing her coat. “Yeah, we always talked about it, but I didn’t think that you were going to propose to me now. This is not what I want right now.”

“So, when is the right time to propose then?” Joe asked.

“I feel like we’ll know when we are on the same page but right now, this isn’t what I want.” Rue leaned in to give Joe a kiss. “I’m sorry.”

Joe exhaled sharply as he watched Rue walk out of the restaurant.

What the fuck just happened?

Joe stood there frozen as the server came by with the champagne and all Joe did was shake his head at the server. He needed to go fight for this. He had to go and find Rue and have a serious conversation about this because this was all a surprise to Joe. It made his heart shatter, hearing the fact that his long term girlfriend had just told him that she didn’t want to marry him.

You weren’t the only one getting your heart broken tonight.

“Fucking bullshit.” You cursed to yourself outside the restaurant, leaning your back against the brick wall.

God, you were such an idiot.

You cried to yourself, wiping the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. You were still trying to process all of Carter’s excuses as to why he didn’t want to be with you anymore. You kicked the brick wall with your foot and ran your fingers through your hair.

You were such a mess.

Your attention was caught when you heard the restaurant door opened and saw Joe running out of the restaurant. He looked around for a moment until he caught your eyes. Feeling embarrassed, you turned away from him and wiped your tears as you sniffed.

“Have you seen—”

“A strawberry blonde woman? Yeah, she took a cab and went that way.” You murmured, pointing at the direction where the cab went.

Joe let out a sigh and tilted his head as he walked towards you and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Does it look like I’m okay?!” You exclaimed, watching Joe in front of you take a step back.

Joe knew why you were crying. He saw that whole thing go down inside the restaurant. He knew why you were so angry, so he didn’t say anything else. He understood what you were feeling at the moment because unfortunately, he was also having a shitty night. Not trying to anger you even more, he took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to you. For a second there, you paused and just stared at it.

Why was this stranger being nice after you just yelled at him?

Though, you accepted it anyway, thinking about how you probably looked ridiculous in front of him with your mascara running and your eyes all red and puffy.

“Thanks.” You muttered, your voice almost a whisper.

Joe watched you wipe your tears and then unfold the handkerchief to blow your nose. He couldn’t help but pursed his lips, holding in his smile as he watched you. Then, his mind directed back to Rue and the reason why he was running out of the restaurant in the first place. He still wanted to talk to her about everything that happened because he loves her, and he wanted this to work out. Maybe she was right? Maybe he did this too soon.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You interrupted Joe’s thoughts. “Why are you running after that woman anyway?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Joe replied. “Or… ex. I don’t know right now. I just proposed to her, and she rejected it and ran off.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Here you were thinking that Carter was going to propose to you tonight and instead, he broke it off with you. Meanwhile, the man in front of you proposed to his girlfriend, and she had the audacity to reject it? How could someone reject that, especially if they loved each other? Looking at Joe in front of you, you surely could see it in his eyes how much he loves her. Who would still run after a person after they rejected their proposal? This man in front of you surely would.

How lucky she was.

“I’m sorry.” You told him.

“It’s okay.” Joe hailed a cab and turned to look at you. “Are you gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, thank you.” You nodded and watched him give you a small smile.

“Here, take this cab. I’ll get the next one.” Joe opened the door for you as you muttered another thank you before getting inside.

“If it makes you feel any better, you dodged a bullet.” Joe said before closing the door.

You couldn’t help but think about that comment on the way back home to your apartment.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe you did dodged a bullet, and Sara was right.

Carter was an asshole.

You tried your best to hold back your tears at the back of the cab but it just wouldn’t stop falling. You could see the cab driver’s eyes looking at you through his rearview mirror, and you couldn’t help but think about how many times you were going to embarrass yourself in front of strangers tonight. You were just glad that the cab driver didn’t say anything to you. The moment he stopped in front of your apartment building, you paid the man and quickly exited out of the vehicle.

The apartment was dark and quiet when you entered. You figured maybe Sara was still out on her date. So, you headed to the bathroom and slid your clothes off. Entering the shower, you sat on the bathroom floor, hugging your knees and just cried your eyes out. The hot water ran down your skin as you sat there and sobbed on your knees. You couldn’t even tell anymore if it was the hot water that was making your body numb, or it was just because you were just done with everything.

When you slid under your bed covers that night, your eyes were all red and puffy, and you could barely breathe from your stuffy nose. Your skin was all pruney because you had spent probably an hour in the shower and letting the hot water just run down your body. You stared at the ceiling for a moment as tears started rolling down your cheeks again.

Your chest hurts.

Everything hurts.

You didn’t stop yourself from crying anymore. You let everything out as you hugged your tear soaked pillow tightly until you were just so exhausted that you finally crashed.

The sound of loud clattering woke you up the next morning. You fluttered your eyes open and stared at the ceiling for a moment. You felt numb. You didn’t even want to get up and go to work today. After all, it was a Friday. Maybe calling out sick was a good idea for today. You weakly got up from your bed and made your way out the door and saw Sara putting away the plates in the cupboard.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you? I accidentally dropped one of the—” Sara paused as soon as she glanced up and saw your face.

“Ohmygod.” She immediately set the plates on the counter and pulled you into an embrace. “What happened? What the fuck did he do?”

You buried your face on your best friend’s shoulder and sobbed as you hugged her tightly. Sara softly rubbed your back, and you both stayed like that for a few minutes. Sara didn’t say anything. She just let you cry in her arms. She didn’t want to push you until you were ready to talk.

“He…He broke… it off.” Your words stuttered. “He said.. he didn’t want to be in a serious relationship at the moment.”

“That’s fucking bullshit.” Sara retorted. “Six years together and he says that shit?”

You nodded your head as Sara gave you a glass of water, while you wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

You felt exhausted.

“He’s such a fucking asshole.” Sara cursed under her breath. “I’m so sorry.” Sara rubbed your back softly again. “He doesn’t deserve you. Someone like that doesn’t deserve your love and you know it. He’s stupid and an idiot for letting you go.”

“It feels like… it was so easy for him.” Tears rolled down your face again. “It was as if the six years we had together was just nothing to him. Like it didn’t mean anything to him.”

“C’mere.” Sara whispered, pulling you into a hug again and embracing you tightly. “You don’t have to go to work today. You can hang at the bookstore with me.”

“It’s okay. I… I need to go. They need me there.” You sniffed. “Plus, I need a distraction after all of this.”

“Okay, but if you need me to rescue you, just give me a call.”

You let out a small smile. “Thank you.”

“Hey,” Sara softly set her hand on your forearm, “Don’t push yourself too hard today and please let me know if I could help you with anything.”

“Thank you. I will.”

Drinking the rest of your water, you left the kitchen to get yourself ready for work. Sitting at the subway later that morning, all your mind could think of were the memories of Carter. The way how you both started off as friends and then started dating just because you two had hooked up one night. Carter had told you then that he had feelings for you all this time, and he didn’t want to say anything because he thought you didn’t like him back. You felt like maybe you were too over dramatic and that was why he broke up with you. It made you question every single thing that you did to really know the reason why he broke up with you. Sara was right. His excuse wasn’t genuine. The way he lied to you just so he could be with you? Just because you believed in fate?

Now, you don’t even know if you even believed in that anymore.

You spent your day trying to focus on your work and told yourself that you weren’t going to cry because why would you cry over some piece of a shit of a man? Why would you waste your tears on someone who couldn’t even commit to you even after six years? But you failed because by the time it was your first break, you had found yourself in the bathroom upstairs. You sat in the stall, your palms on your face, and you just sobbed quietly. Then, on your lunch break, you found yourself in the bathroom again, and you didn’t even eat your lunch because you spent the next half hour just sobbing in the bathroom.

You were so tired of crying. You felt like there was nothing left inside of you anymore.

By the end of the day, you had tried gathering yourself and decided to spend the afternoon in the mall to get your mind off of things. You needed a distraction, and it was a Friday. Carter would usually come and pick you up from the office, and you two would spend the night together at his place but this time, you were alone. There was no more Carter picking you up from your office, no Carter cooking dinner for you on a Friday night, and no more Carter who would hold you in his arms when you had a long day at work. Thinking about those memories pulled your heartstrings a little bit too hard, and it made your chest ache for him. Snapping out of your thoughts, you sighed as soon as the subway stopped and you exited and made your way to the mall.

The place was crowded, and it was all decorated ready for Halloween. You didn’t know exactly what you wanted to see or buy, but you just wanted to get your mind off of Carter. You bought yourself some coffee to give yourself a bit of energy and a piece of pretzel since you were hungry. After all, you didn’t eat your lunch today. You took a deep breath and walked down the mall when suddenly, everything happened so fast. You found your coffee spilled on your white button up and your pretzel that you were holding was now on the floor.

Oh, just fucking great.

“Jesus.” Joe whispered as you stood there with your mouth open in shock, soaked with your drink.

“This is just fucking great!” You exclaimed sarcastically.

“I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” He asked, that English accent slipping through his voice.

You glanced up and saw him. That British man that you saw last night outside of the restaurant. This was the second time you had yelled at him and this was the second time you two had bumped into each other. His chocolate button eyes staring into yours were full of guilt and worry, and you couldn’t help but study him from up and down. He definitely looked different from last night. His brown curls were all disheveled, and falling down perfectly on his forehead. He was just wearing a white shirt and jeans unlike last night with his button up and fancy trousers.

You couldn’t blame him.

His girlfriend—or ex— rejected his proposal. You couldn't help but think about how her decision was still ridiculous and stupid. But then again, you didn’t know the woman. Who were you to judge? You were just basing it off from your own experience and point of view.

“Wait, I know you.” Joe said.

You let out a sigh and said, “Yeah, I’m the one who yelled at you last night outside of the restaurant.”

Joe chuckled softly and nodded his head, all the pieces falling into place in his head.

“I’m sorry about that.” You said. “You just found me at my lowest point.”

Joe shrugged, “It’s alright, I understand. You weren’t the only one having a shitty night.”

“Right.” You pursed your lips. “I’m sorry about your proposal.”

“It’s alright. It’s life. We’re still trying to work things out though.”

You nodded your head and couldn’t help but think again how lucky that girl was because even if she rejected his proposal, he was still trying to make things work. Carter, on the other hand, just gave up on the both of you so easily. Threw away everything that you had like it was nothing.

“Well, good luck.” You gave him a small smile before walking away.

“Wait, are you sure you’re alright?” Joe asked. “I could get you a new shirt. You’re… soaked with your coffee and maybe a pretzel since I made you drop that one.” His eyes fell to the floor where your pretzel was now laying on.

“It’s okay. I’ll manage. Thank you.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

“I’m sure. It’s nice to see you again.” You gave him a small wave as you walked away.

Letting your feet drag you in the opposite direction of him, you let out a sigh and couldn’t help but look back at the man that you kept bumping into for the last 24 hours. He was walking away in the opposite direction and his back was turned to you. For a moment, you wished there was someone that could fight for you the way he does with his girlfriend. The way he didn’t give up even if she had rejected him.

You just wished someone wouldn’t give up on you so easily.

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joeybluvs · 9 months

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Lover: Chapter II

Authors Note: Hi guys this is chapter two to Lover if you didn't already go read the first part if you want 💗.

Warnings: fluff, LSU Joe, Smut, Spitting into mouth, I can't think of anything else.

Word Count: 1.9k

The Next Morning:

Joe wakes up the next morning, he checks his phone and receives a text from you.

He reads the text, good morning Joe...face time?, the text reads.

Joe's heart skips a beat as he sees your message, good morning , he text back with a grin on his face, face time sounds great, he text you before he taps the face time call button and awaits your answer, his excitement growing to see you with each passing second.

You answer, when you answer you are in your small bathroom in your dorm room curling your hair. "Heyyy", you say with excitement.

"Hey", he says with a warm smile. "You look beautiful this morning", he takes in the sight of you curling your hair, his gaze lingering on your beautiful face.

"You don't look half bad yourself", you say with a smile.

He laughs slightly, running his hand through his hair. "So, what are your plans for today."

"Hold that thought do you mind giving an opinion on an outfit." you smile.

"Sure," he says with a grin. "I'd be happy to help". He waits patiently as you go through your outfit choices, offering suggestions and compliments when prompted.

"So I was thinking either this blue flowy crop top with light blue ripped jeans or this orange crop top and dark blue ripped jeans".

"I think both outfits would look amazing on you, but since I have to choose...I think the blue crop top and the light blue jeans they just seem to compliment your hair better." He says with a big smile on his face.

"Aw thank you so much for helping Joey." you say.

"No problem," he says with a smile.

"What time is your practice at today," you say.

"Practice starts at 2 PM...I could pick you up after if you would like."

"How about you pick me up after practice and then we could go on our first date," you say with a smile.

"That sounds perfect," he says with a grin. "I'll see you after practice then." He gives you one last smile before hanging up the phone and heading to start getting ready himself.

After practice

As the practice draws to a close and he showers, Joe's heart beats just slightly faster with anticipation due to the excitement of going on a date with you.

He gets into his car and gets a text from you that reads, I am at this restaurant downtown i'll send you the location if you wanna meet here.

Sure, he replies.

He gets the location and text you that he will be there shortly.

15 minutes later

Joe arrives at the restaurant. He steps out of his car and fixes his shirt before stepping into the restaurant. He scans the restaurant searching for her familiar face.

You see him looking for you and do a small wave at him trying to catch his attention.

Spotting you waving at him, he walks confidently over to the table trying not to let his nerves show. As he approaches he says. "You look beautiful."

"Aw, thank you." you say blushing.

"So Joe...I was wondering if this date goes well if maybe you would like to be my boyfriend.' You pause before continuing. "I know it is a little soon but you seem really sweet Joe."

Joe's heart skips a beat at her question and he looks into her eyes searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he smiles and leans in a bit closer to you. "We could give it a try I would love to be able to call you my girlfriend." He says with a smile on his face.

"You're beautiful," Joe whispers softly.

"Joe...you are so sweet," You say back to him.

"I'm just being honest," he replies with a smile. "I mean every word I say to you," He gently rubs her hand which is sitting on the table.

You guys finish up diner doing typical first date things like learning more about each other.

After Diner

"So do you maybe wanna meet up at my dorm. My roommate still hasn't gotten here yet so it is only me currently," You say.

"Of course," Joe respondes with a smile. "I'd like that very much." He takes her hand in his and squeezes it lightly as they head out of the restaurant and head to their respective cars.

"Alright bye be careful, just follow me okay," You say getting in her car.

At her dorm

They both enter your dorm "You can spend the night if you want since my roommate isn't here yet," You say with a soft smile.

The offer catches him off guard but in a good way. His heart pounds in excitement at the possibility of spending the night together. "That would be great," he manages to say, trying to calm his nerves. "Thank you."

"No problem," You say in response.

As they settle into the room, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment. They talk about their day, share laughs and secrets, and eventually find themselves lost in each other's eyes once more. (Authors note: sorry that was probably cringey)

"Is it alright if I kiss you," You say softly.

He nods yes and you lean in and start kissing him which quickly turns into a make out session.

As they tangle together in a heated embrace, Joe can feel himself losing control. His heart beats rapidly against his chest, every fiber of his being yearning for more. He deepens the kiss, losing himself in the sensation of her lips against his own.

As the passionate kiss intensifies, Joe's mind drifts back to the previous night. The memory of your moans and gasps echo in his ears, fueling his desire even further.

Feeling your body pressed against his, Joe's hands wander up her back and into your hair. He pulls away slightly to catch his breath but doesn't break their connection. His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt before he leans in once more, hungry for more.

"I can tell you want something more Joe," You say smirking.

Joe's heart skips a beat at her words. "You have no idea," he whispers back, his voice barely above a whisper. He deepens their kiss once more, his tongue dancing with hers in a slow, sensual rhythm that sends shivers down his spine.

"Tell me what you want," You say seductively.

Breaking the kiss, Joe looks deeply into her eyes. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can feel his blood pulsing through his veins. "I want you," he says softly, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I want you so fucking bad."

Hearing his confession, yourr eyes widen slightly before you lean in and kisses him again. This time, it's different—more intense than before. Their tongues dance together as they explore each other's mouths with newfound passion and desire.

"Do you wanna have sex?" You ask seductively.

As their kiss breaks once more, Joe looks deeply into her eyes. "Yes," he whispers back, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "I want to make love to you."

You both quickly strip down to being naked.

His heart is racing now, and he can feel himself growing hard with anticipation. He reaches out to touch you, running his fingers lightly over your stomach before trailing lower down her body.

You let out a low moan at his touch.

Feeling you moan beneath his touch, Joe's control begins to slip further. He kisses you deeply again, your tongues tangling together in a heated dance as he continues his exploration. His hands slide up her thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

"I can't wait any longer Joe." You say softly.

With one final look into her eyes, Joe gives in to the passion that's been building between you guys. He slides inside of you, feeling your tightness engulf him.

"Oh fuck," you moan so loudly that your neighbors could probably hear you but you don't care.

As he begins to move inside you, Joe's world narrows down to the feeling of their bodies connecting. He groans softly against yourr lips, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to maintain control.

With each thrust, Joe hits a new spot inside you that sends shivers down his spine. He picks up the pace, losing himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking. His hands move to grasp your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he drives deeper into you.

As yourr bodies collide, Joe's breathing becomes ragged. He can feel the heat building between them, and he knows you guys are getting close. With one final push, he buries himself inside her, feeling her walls clench around him.

"Faster," you moan loudly.

Feeling the urgency in your voice, Joe picks up the pace even more. His movements become erratic as he tries to find that perfect spot inside you again and again. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead as he loses himself in their passionate union once more.

You stick out your tongue insinuating that you want him to spit in your mouth.

His eyes widen slightly at this unexpected request but without hesitation, he complies, spitting into your mouth. It's messy and taboo, but he can feel the desire burning in both of them, and he can't resist giving in to it.

You swallow his spit while looking into his eyes.

"I am gonna cum Joe!" You moan loudly.

Joe's thrusts become even faster and deeper. He wants to feel your orgasm as much as he wants to releaseas well. "Cum for me," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire.

You release around his cock "Are you close, if you are let me suck you I want to taste your cum." You say breathlessly.

Feeling your walls tighten around him, Joe knows he's close. "Yes," he pants, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He pulls out of her and you get on your knees and starts taking him in your mouth.

"Come on Joe cum in my mouth." You say between sucks.

Joe's hips buck as he releases inside your mouth, filling it with his hot seed. The sensation of yourr warmth and the suction around his cock send him spiraling into bliss. "Fuck, that feels good,"

You swallow every last drop of his cum while starting into his eyes.

As he feels his climax begin to subside, Joe looks down at you with a mix of pride and satisfaction. You both collapse onto the, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they catch their breath.

You kiss his forehead sweetly.

"That was...damn," he pants, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He nuzzles his face against yours, their hearts still pounding in unison.

You kiss him on the lips. "You are amazing Joe." You say smiling.

Joe blushes even deeper at her praise, his heart swelling with love. He returns the kiss, his mouth warm and tender against hers. They lie there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.

"So are you staying overnight." You ask softly.

"If that's alright with you," he murmurs sleepily against your skin. He nuzzles closer, already feeling the comfort of your embrace seeping into his bones.

"Oh it is definitely alright." You say as you move to lay onto his chest.

Smiling softly, Joe drifts off to sleep with your warmth surrounding him.

Authors note: I am sorry if this is bad (which it probably is) I wrote this at like 3 in the morning but I hope you like it 🥰🥰

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow smut #joe burrow fic #joeburrow #joe brrr #nfl smut #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow x y/n

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onboardsorasora · 1 month

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Enchanted AU: Part 36

Your eyes do not deceive you, its a new chapter! (which I started months ago and tabled). We're going back to irregular updates here-- mostly whenever I feel a vibe. If a new plot forms, it forms! I missed these two, happy to write them again.

Enchanted AU - Disney Princess Dan 1 | Part 35

Max placed his hand on Daniel's bouncing thigh as they sat in the back of the SUV. The skyline was a beautiful orange that reminded him of the smoke that followed him around the grandstands.

Perth was beautiful.

Joe had only given him a stern look in place of a shovel talk before shaking his hand. No doubt Grace and Michelle took care of that. Daniel had clutched Joe like his life depended on it and Max was able to see the absolute relief that fluttered over the elder Ricciardo’s face.

Daniel seemed to get more and more nervous the closer they got to the family ranch. He'd begun biting his cuticles along with his leg hopping.

“What's wrong?” Max leaned over to whisper. Daniel jolted a little before smiling.

“I'm just excited to see everyone I think. It's like been so long.”

“They'll all be happy to see you, I think.” Max knew Daniel meant all the animals in his ‘everyone’ and he couldn't wait to maybe meet some of them.

They arrived not too long afterwards and there was a flurry of activity. Daniel was scooped up into many hugs and Max was even enfolded into the bosom of an older woman who mumbled to him in Italian. She looked at Max's face this way and that from varying angles before she smiled beautifully as if satisfied.

“Nonna please.” Daniel came to save him, he muttered to the woman in Italian in a pleading tone and she only smirked at him and said something in what Max could only claim as an ‘i told you so’ tone.

“Don't mind her.” Daniel was blushing as he spoke, tugging Max out of the house by his hand. They exited through a door in the kitchen and Max saw that the land went on for kilometers.

“Would you like to meet everyone?” Daniel asked shyly. Max threaded his fingers through Daniel's and brought the back of his tattooed wrist to his lips.

“I'd be honoured.”

Daniel led them through a side gate that separated a garden area from what seemed to be the greater farm. They didn't walk very far before they were immediately swarmed by a small herd of llamas, sheep and horses.

Daniel took a minute to laugh and interact with the animals before tugging Max forward. He sang Max's introduction, and soon he was overwhelmed with animals trying to get his attention.

Max doesn't know how long they spent out there, going for rides with the herd. He was amazed at how excited the animals were to see Daniel again. It felt like the time in the glade in Monaco on steroids. Max watched as Daniel stroked the head of a foal tucked into his side, he smiled softly as they were presented with all of the new babies to ooh and ahh over.

If Max didn't know any better, he'd have thought they stepped into a Disney movie or something.

Grace stepped out onto the back patio with a grin and her hands on her hips. Daniel looked up from where he was nuzzling an alpaca and nodded.

“It's dinner time I think.” Daniel murmured, reaching for Max's hand.

It took some coaxing and promises of more cuddle time for the animals to let them go. Daniel also promised to brush the horses before the night was over.

“C’mon Mr popular.” Max teased, pulling Daniel close by the wrist. Daniel ducked his head in a blush and pushed Max's shoulder with his.

“Did you– everyone enjoyed meeting you.” Daniel bit his lip nervously. He hoped Max hadn't been too overwhelmed.

Max kissed their joined hands. “It was lovely. Everyone really loves you.” Max said honestly. He only felt a little badly that he'd had Daniel to himself all this time.

“I missed them as well. If I knew I'd have been gone for so long I'd have given everyone more kisses!” Daniel babbled. “I'll make sure to spend time with everyone before we leave for Melbourne.”

They stepped onto the back porch and Max pulled Daniel into his arms. He kissed Daniel's temple, smiling a little at the thought of Daniel coming with him to a race weekend. He was more excited than he realized, the anticipation of Daniel in his world– seeing him in his element was high.

“I'll come with you.” Max promised, enjoying the beaming smile Daniel sent his way. It would be lovely, he knew. Any time spent with Daniel was.

#maxiel #max/daniel #enchanted au #disney princess daniel

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burreauxinfinity · 1 year

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In honor of my eras show (post concert depression is real.. experiencing cincy n2 is the highlight of my life.) being this week and the 4th ofc! ❤️🪩🎆

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm and I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless that should send me runnin'

But I kinda know that I won't get far

And you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinkin' of

“Y/N! C’mon!” you heard Tee call to you from the water. You were sat on the edge of the boat sipping on your drink of choice and choosing the next song that would play through the speakers. Tee, Ja’Marr, Sam, and of course Joe along with their respective girls were in the water while you had chosen to dry off instead - after all it was getting late and you had swam earlier. The early July sun cast a perfect orange glow over the lakehouse you and Joe called home during the offseason. The two of you had been together for years now, meeting during his Ohio State days.

You laughed. “No chance, the water is too cold. Any of you want another drink?” you asked as you finally looked over at them.

Joe swam over to the edge of the boat, pulling himself up. He grabbed a towel as he spoke, the orange glow highlighting his blue eyes. “Wouldn’t mind another one.”

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really somethin'

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you, I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would

A short time later you were curled up in one of the chairs on the patio, sitting on Joe’s lap with a blanket draped over you as you roasted marshmallows. It wasn’t quite dark enough for the fireworks the boys had gotten yet. Though you had insisted it probably wouldn’t end well, it was the Fourth of July and of course Tee and Ja’Marr couldn’t be swayed.

Joe ran his thumb along your waist, rubbing small circles absentmindedly. He was engrossed in a conversation with Sam, something about Travis Kelce. Ja’Marr butted in.

“Buds all talk, 3-1 and all he can do is run his mouth,” he looked annoyed but Joe just laughed, his smile growing. You were captivated by him still somehow, the way his smile trickled into his eyes and those smile lines. You just smiled softly, finally tearing your eyes from him and laid your head back on his chest as you finished your s’more as the boys continued to talk.

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

“Guys did you really need this much?” you let out a laugh as the boys set up their fireworks. They’d lined the dock with them and although you joked, you loved fireworks so you weren’t complaining.

“Too many options, we couldn’t decide,” Sam chuckled.

“He’s right.. Fuck it go big or go home right?” Tee shrugged as he set the last firework into place.

“No, I think she’s right honestly but.. Go for it,” Jess, Sam’s girlfriend, laughed beside you.

Joe took his place next to you on the patio finally, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. You leaned into his body, the subtle smell of his cologne filling your senses. Tee and Ja’Marr stayed down to light the fireworks and make sure your house stayed uh.. standing and not on fire while Sam rejoined Jess.

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

And lead me up the staircase, won't you whisper soft and slow?

I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show

As the fireworks went off, lighting up the sky and the water below, you glanced over at your boyfriend. His face was lit up, fully engrossed in the fireworks. You could swear that even after years together, his gorgeous smile and ocean-blue eyes seemed to draw you in. You seemed to fall more in love with him everyday and as you sat there now, with the people both of you loved most at your home, enjoying this holiday - you couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else.

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk (Ah-ah), take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

And the sparks fly

Oh, baby, smile

And the sparks fly

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #sparks fly #taylor swift #bengals (nfl)#joe burrow bengals #joe burrow x reader #Spotify

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brrbrina · 1 year

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echoes

part: 2/?

pairing: joe burrow x og!c

warnings: cheating, angst, fluff (?), pregnancy (?) and i think that´s it.

The day after Joe left the house for the very first time, Kendall felt a wave of sadness take over her body. She was devasted, and tired, she constantly woke in the middle of the night as if the house she was sleeping in was haunted.

Every single part of that bed smelt like him, every part of her body was once kissed by the lips of a man who had kissed someone else and she despised that. She felt like her world stopped, when they met, falling in love was not on her plans, and falling in love with a man like Joe wasn´t what she wanted.

"I think we should go with the big backyard one," Joe said hugging her from the back, "This way our babies would have the space to run, and then the babies of our babies" he chuckled putting his lips against the back of her head, Kendall smiled and closed her eyes; it was one of the moments she felt like her life made sense in only a way love makes you feel.

Now, that memory pained her, she was tied to him for life, for two entries now, she didn´t know what to do. The night Kendall found out she was pregnant -again-, happiness took over her body, brainstormed ideas of how she would tell her big baby and the love of her life the good news. The night she confronted Joe became savory, the memory of her telling the news to the father of her son was stained by betrayal and insincerity.

"I made waffles and fresh orange juice" Joe smiled at her showing the plates in the breakfast bar, which was once planned down to the smallest detail. "I think you should go" Kendall sighed "Natalie has a friend coming over today for a playdate and I don´t want her to create a false story on her head in which you come back here and we live happily ever after".

"Who is Mat?" Joe asked her and Kendall looked at him with surprise, "You do know I'm the father of Natalie and that baby you´re carrying right? You are not messing up the mind of my children with that man coming and hanging with them..." Kendall stopped him "You have a lot of nerve telling me I´m the one "messing" with her mind when you were fucking someone else" Joe looked down.

"While Natalie was sleeping here, happy that her daddy won a game so she could tell her friends in school he was the best, you were putting your dick inside another woman, so no, I'm not messing anything up, you did" water filled her eyes and her voice trembled when she stopped "You took away the happiness of being pregnant with MY baby and turned into a grey cloud above me every single day" she felt her knees weak.

"I hate you so much Joe, I hate you because a part of me needs you like a drug I'm addicted to, and I hate you because you destroyed the life WE built together, my kids will grow up in a broken home and the worst part of all is that I will never tell them what you did, that´s the difference between me and you. I´m putting them on top of everything and you didn´t even think twice about the damage you would cause" She said sobbing, and Joe felt his blood drop to his feet.

He left Kendall´s place and drove to the condo he was living in at the moment, he found no motivation in anything, he missed the chaos of his past life. He remembered clearly when he and Kendall got married.

"... You have filled my life with colors and turned it into a musical every time you´re near me. I promise to love you and take care of you and the family we will hopefully soon start. There is not a day where I take you for granted, waking up beside you it´s a pleasure and something I will love to grow old with.

You are the woman of my dreams, the best road trip partner, and the comedic duo made for me, I will make sure to remind you that I´m the man that I am because of you. That every mole on your body holds a million I Love You´s you will hear forever. I´m so happy that I´m becoming Mr. Carter" Kendall chuckled "I know you´re the designer but you´re the muse of my life, of every romantic, naughty, or funny thought that comes to my mind you´re the one I see. I love your laugh and I will try my best to come up with the biggest dad jokes so I can crack a small out of you. Here´s to a lifetime of love, I love you, Kenny."

He didn’t have the guts to admit when he stopped loving her because he wasn't sure if he ever stopped.

People always say you don´t know what you have until it´s gone and he realized that too late, when he met Jackie, he loved the adrenaline of starting a romance again. But now it was painful, he missed everything about Kendall. The way she always made him choose the color of her nail polish or how the pantry was always stocked with Joe´s favorite candy.

How was he so naive to lose his soulmate, the mother of his kids, the love of his life but also his best friend. He hated his life now, a life without her or his kids was a living nightmare, his baby was about to be born, and he hadn´t seen a single eco photo of him. Kendall was sad and blue all the time, the only thing keeping her going was her babies and the company she worked so hard for.

She missed Joe, she couldn´t forget him, and she was tired, she was about to give birth and her life would be upside down once again.

"God I miss you so much" was the first sentence that came out of her mouth when she boldly called Joe at 1 am, she had been crying nonstop, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was the love of her life.

He showed up that night, and he stayed there. It was pointless for him to go home when his pregnant ex-wife was almost about to give birth.

The next few months were a roller coaster of emotions, their baby was born, Joe wasn’t there when he arrived to this world. He was on a work trip when baby burrow arrived and everything happened too quick. Kendall went into labor at 7 am and her baby came out of the womb right away. He looked so much like Joe, it was a very strange feeling, when Natalie was born. He was there, he held her hand as she was pushing their baby girl into a world in which they would do anything to make her happy. That was the only promise Joe made to Kendall that she was sure he would keep.

The new baby mama had been crying nonstop, she wasn’t sure of how she would manage her life now as a single mom with a soon to be a 6 year old.

“How are you doing?” Joe said entering the room with ballons and flowers, Kendall started to cry again. They weren’t in bad terms now, they will share the most important thing on their lives forever. There are science fairs, dance recitals, birthdays, christmas and thanksgiving they will have to share.

“I’m not gonna lie, i’m very scared” Kendall said holding her tears. “Kenny you’ve done this before, you are the best mom ever, Natalie and baby are so lucky that you’re their mother” Joe said smiling with teary eyes. “I know i’ve done this before but i wasn’t doing it alone you know?” The guilt eat Joe alive every second of the day. “Hey, i’m not going anywhere, i can stay home until baby is a bit older” Kendall chuckled, and then start to cry again “What’s wrong?” Joe looked at her concerned “Everything Joe, our baby is here and we don’t even have a name for him, and Natalie keeps asking when is her daddy coming home and i’ve run of ways of explaining her why he’s not” She cried “I hate my new life, I hate going grocery shopping alone and carrying everything by myself, i hate driving everywhere and i really really miss you Joe” he was crying when she said that.

“I know I fucked up, and no amount of sorry’s will mend what I did, we can work this out, for the fourth of us - “ He was interrupted by the nurse entering with baby burrow after checking that everything was okay with him, Joe saw him for the first time and started crying, he held him in his arms and the nurse walked out of the room. “He looks so much like Natie” he whispered and Kendall giggled as she wiped her tears away. “Both of them look like you it’s not fair” she said crossing her arms “We can always try and make one that looks like you” Joe smirked and Kendall’s mind went numb, she didn’t had and expression on her face “Sorry maybe that was too much” he cleared his troat.

“I will make you fall in love with me again, I promise my love” he kissed her forehed and that was the last thing Kendall heard before she fell asleep. And she was so happy to hear that.

a/n! Hiii, i hope you like this chapter, i think the next one it’s the last one of our little series. :) I’ll try to post over the weekend but i don’t promise anything. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know in the comments. And i would love to hear you thoughts on this chapter and how do you expect the next one will be!!

#joe burrow #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow angst #joe burrow echoes

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laboratoryrats · 1 year

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“It can't be a Black man'. But ... but that's the whole point of the story!" Feldstein sputtered.”

Judgement Day (1953)

The story, by writer Al Feldstein and artist Joe Orlando, was a reprint from the pre-Code Weird Fantasy #18 (April 1953), inserted when the Code Authority had rejected an initial, original story, "An Eye For an Eye", drawn by Angelo Torres, but was itself also "objected to" because of "the central character being Black".

The story depicted a human astronaut, a representative of the Galactic Republic, visiting the planet Cybrinia, inhabited by robots. He finds the robots divided into functionally identical orange and blue races, one of which has fewer rights and privileges than the other. The astronaut determines that due to the robots' bigotry, the Galactic Republic should not admit the planet until these problems are resolved. In the final panel, he removes his helmet, revealing himself to be a Black man.

As Diehl recounted in Tales from the Crypt: The Official Archives: This really made 'em go bananas in the Code czar's office. "Judge Murphy was off his nut. He was really out to get us", recalls [EC editor] Feldstein. "I went in there with this story and Murphy says, 'It can't be a Black man'. But ... but that's the whole point of the story!" Feldstein sputtered. When Murphy continued to insist that the Black man had to go, Feldstein put it on the line. "Listen", he told Murphy, "you've been riding us and making it impossible to put out anything at all because you guys just want us out of business". [Feldstein] reported the results of his audience with the czar to Gaines, who was furious [and] immediately picked up the phone and called Murphy. "This is ridiculous!" he bellowed. "I'm going to call a press conference on this. You have no grounds, no basis, to do this. I'll sue you". Murphy made what he surely thought was a gracious concession. "All right. Just take off the beads of sweat". At that, Gaines and Feldstein both went ballistic. "Fuck you!" they shouted into the telephone in unison. Murphy hung up on them, but the story ran in its original form

#comics #comic history #Sci fi #ec comics #judgement day #civil rights #civil rights history #civil rights movement

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joesheistyy · 1 year

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Drunkie

TW: swearing, drinking, and emetaphobia warning!!!

hella angst and stuffs

It was game day in Cincinnati, and you were so excited to go with your best friend and her boyfriend.

Your friend Charlotte was in town with her boyfriend Matthew and you all had plans to go to the big game. They were staying in an AirBnB, so the plan was to meet at the stadium, which worked out well to keep your pre game day traditions going.

Joe was getting ready for the game in the bathroom while you sat out at the vanity in your shared bedroom. You had low music playing so you did not disturb Joe. Your outfit consisted of a pair of black ripped jeans, Joe's white jersey with a hoodie under it, and a black and orange beanie. Your favorite jersey was the white one, so any opportunity to wear it was taken.

"You almost ready babe?" Joe questioned as he came out of the bathroom. You were finishing up curling your hair.

"Almost, I have like three more strands to curl. I can meet you downstairs if you want," you replied, not removing your eyes from the mirror. Joe nodded and left the room, heading downstairs to put on his shoes and gather his things for his bag.

Joe was dressed in a very well tailored suit, Bose earbuds ready to go for his walk into the stadium. Something about Joe in a suit set your insides on fire.

You made your way downstairs after making sure your curling wand was unplugged at least six times. Joe was usually pretty quiet before games, not wanting to disturb the game day headspace.

You gathered your items in your clear stadium bag as Joe started the car. You hated when people had to wait on you, so you made sure to rush to get to the car.

"Are you excited Joey?" you asked as you slid into the passenger seat of his Porsche and laid a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Yeah I guess so, just a little nervous," he replied as he put the car in reverse, leaving the house until after the game.

Getting to the stadium early was a must for Joe before a game. Being on the quiet field before warming up helped to get him in the game day mindset.

As Joe pulled into the players parking garage, he let out a large sigh. You could tell he was nervous. Before he was able to exit the car, you grabbed his arm.

"Joe look at me," you began. He turned to face you. You grabbed his hands, "don't go out there and second guess yourself or your teammates. You all have worked so hard and you will show them who is boss. Remember to breathe, you're gonna do fine. I'm proud of you no matter what happens," you reassured him. Little pep talks like this are helpful when he seems a bit antsy.

"Thank you baby, I love you," he kissed you before exiting the car and coming around to your side of the car to open your door.

You thanked him with a kiss and walked with him into the facility.

As you made your way into the stadium, you saw Joe walking out with his headphones on. He seemed to be taking in the space before it was filled with thousands of fans cheering for him and his teammates.

You continued a small stroll around the empty seats until you decided to make your way up to the box. Joe had one for his friends and family, but tonight it was just going to be you and some friends.

Since you were there so early, you brought a book with you to read before your friends arrived. Occasionally, you would look out to the field and find Joe goofing off with his teammates. You were glad that they could cheer him up when you couldn't. Sometimes, all it took was a teammate.

Kickoff rolled around quickly and all your friends began to arrive. Hugs were given, laughs were shared, and the drinks kept coming. You never really got ragingly drunk, but your friends were incredible enablers. Not much focus was on the game, more so on the drinks.

At half time, you slowed down and sobered up a bit, hoping for a text from Joe. He rarely texted you during halftime, but sometimes it was an unexpected surprise.

Joey: Did your friends arrive?

Y/N: Yeah, we'we habing drunks

Joey: Oh really? I can tell

Y/N: Oopsies

When you saw Joe run back out to the field leading the team, you were hoping that they had a strong pep talk at the half considering that they were down 27-7 against the Browns.

The drinks kept coming, and you didn't realize how drunk you really were until you got up to go to the bathroom. You stumbled to the small stall attached to the box. While relieving yourself, you checked to see what people were saying on twitter.

They were ripping Joe to shreds. Not even taking into account the lack of help from his teammates. Games like this happen, people just love to shit talk.

You knew Joe wanted so badly to win, who wouldn't want to win? But unfortunately, the team just couldn't pull it together. The end of the game rolled around and the Bengals lost 35-24. They closed the gap a bit, yet not enough.

Since Joe was the one who drove to the game, you waited in the box for him. Your friends said their goodbyes and you were eventually left alone, waiting for Joe.

You knew he wouldn't be in a great mood, and you being absolutely shit faced was going to make things worse and you knew that.

As you sat alone, staring out into the stadium, you couldn't help but shut your eyes. The drunk sleepies were hitting.

After what felt like forever, Joe walked through the door to the box. You perked up a bit at the sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps approaching.

"Hiii Joey," you slurred and struggled to stand up.

"Hi baby," he said flatly. You went in to give him a hug, he hugged back, but not with the usual amount of squeeze back.

He began to lead you out of the box. He did a sweep of the room to make sure you didn't leave anything behind. He wrapped an arm around your waist to help you stay vertical and balanced.

Joe didn't mind having to take care of you when you were drunk, but this time was different. He wasn't happy or silly with you. WIth losing the game, you expected him to be upset, but not this upset. Maybe it was the combination of losing and having to take care of you.

As you continued the hike to the car, you kept trying to be goofy. Joe wasn't having it. His face stayed stoic and his grip on you was almost harsh.

When you got to the car, he opened your door and made sure you got in comfortably like he normally did. He swiftly walked around to the drivers side, opening his door and shutting it with a little too much force. It made you jump a little bit. He wasn't normally violent when he was upset. This of course wouldn't classify as violent for most, but Joe was not one to slam doors.

The drive home was silent besides the faint music playing from Joe's bluetooth to the car.

You shut your eyes, but that caused the spins. You tried to take deep breaths to let it pass. Opening your eyes and rolling down the window was the best bet.

Joe hated having the windows down, and he was especially afraid someone would recognize the two of you on your drive home. He rolled up your window and put on the child lock. That really made you mad.

"Joe I don't feel good. Can we please roll the window down?" you whined out.

"No, Y/N. I don't need people recognizing us driving home, especially with you in this state," he replied in a rude tone.

"Jesus Joe, I feel like I'm gonna be sick, can you just roll down the damn window?" you huffed out.

"Maybe if you wouldn't have had so much to drink, we wouldn't be in this situation," he snarked out. Your eyes darted over to him. His face was stoic. You were fuming.

No more words were exchanged on the drive home. It would only have made it worse.

Once Joe pulled into the garage, he grabbed his stuff out of the backseat and headed inside, leaving you in the car to gather your things. By the time you stumbled out of the car, the door to the house was shut and Joe was nowhere to be found.

You placed your belongings in the basket by the garage door and headed to the kitchen for some water. Or maybe a tequila shot. Who knew how long Joe would continue to be an ass.

Once you gulped down some water, you headed upstairs to change out of your cute game day outfit and into some comfy pjs. You removed your makeup and decided it was probably smart to find Joe to see if he was ok.

After searching most common rooms, you headed to where his office was located. You headed into his office and saw him watching the game over and checking twitter. There was no way in hell that would help his mood or attitude.

"What're you doing?" you ask. He spins around in his desk chair to look at you. Your body was leaned against the door frame to give yourself some stability.

"What the fuck does it look like, Y/N?" he huffed out at you.

"Jesus Joe I was just trying to check on you," you were beginning to get defensive.

"Obviously I'm pissed. I played like shit and all I get for it is having to take care of your irresponsible drunk ass," he retorted. His eyes were like daggers and you needed out.

You looked at him in disgust before leaving his office and slamming the door behind you. Joe didn't chase after you, he just turned his chair back around to back to what he was doing.

You decided to just go to bed. It wasn't worth staying up to wait for Joe to come to bed. Plus, the alcohol was really starting to make you feel like shit. You laid there for a bit with rage still filling your mind and body. But once the rage wore off, it turned to tears and you fell asleep.

After an hour or so, Joe decided to go to bed. He assumed that's where you went too, but he was hoping you were already asleep. The door creaked open to reveal you sound asleep, snores coming out of your mouth, something that only happened when you drank.

Joe walked over to your nightstand to turn out your light, but he couldn't help but notice the dried tears on your face. A pang of guilt struck him right in the heart. He knew that he was what caused those tears.

Once the light was out, he walked over to his side of the bed to climb in as easily as he could. Your back was toward him, and he knew that was a sign that you were upset. Even out of a dead sleep, you would always turn over to snuggle up to him. Joe laid in his guilt for a while until sleep took over him.

The next thing Joe knew, you were darting out of bed to get to the toilet. He knew it was best to go in after you. He knocked on the door and entered, finding your arm resting on the toilet, head on arm, and eyes closed.

Joe slowly sat down behind you, pulling you into his body and beginning to rub your back. You leaned into him, which he was honestly not expecting. He was grateful for the small sign that your relationship was okay after how he treated you.

No words were exchanged. You sat for a minute until you felt another round coming. Joe pulled your hair back as you released more alcohol.

You leaned back into his chest, a small sob wracking your body. He knew it was because of the mix of alcohol and crying yourself to sleep. Which inherently was because of his previous actions.

"I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you," Joe admitted. You didn't move in his arms to look at him, but he could sense your body tense up at the conversation.

"I thought you didn't want to take care of my irresponsible drunk ass," you replied with quiet attitude. He held you tighter.

"Baby I'm sorry. I was just so caught up in my anger from the game and I ended up taking it out on you and you didn't deserve that," he spoke with a sigh.

"That's still not a good excuse to talk to me li-" you began before you ended up leaning back over the toilet. Joe held your hair back again, but kept his gaze toward the ground, focused on the guilt he was feeling.

Once you were done expelling more of your evening, you leaned back into Joe. The ball your body formed morphed into the way he was sitting behind you. His chin rested on top of your head in a protective way.

"Let's just talk about this in the morning when we're both in a better headspace," he said. He held you extra tight, hoping you could feel how sorry he was. He continued to rub your back, but he soon heard small snores escaping your mouth. Joe told himself that he wasn't getting up until you did. He wasn't going to leave you when you were in this state. Especially because of the way he acted earlier in the evening.

He leaned back into the cabinet and rested his head back, staring up at the ceiling. He sat with his thoughts for a bit before sleep took over, you still tightly wrapped in his arms.

You began to stir in his grasp, causing him to quickly wake up. He looked down at you to see your eyes slowly opening. You gazed up at his handsome face, meeting his pretty eyes.

"Joe, go back to bed," you demanded in your sleepy state.

"I'm not going without you, Y/N," he replied.

"Mkay," you said, leaning back into his chest.

"Do you think you're ready to go back to bed?" he asked before you got the chance to fall back asleep.

"Mhmm, just can't get up on my own," you mumbled. Joe began to move from behind you, slowly standing up and reaching for your hands. He helped you up carefully and you leaned into him once you were vertical. His hands went to your back, rubbing small circles.

"How about you brush your teeth, it'll help you sleep better," Joe suggested. You nodded into his chest as you stood up on your own to brush your teeth. Joe stood with you so he could walk you back to bed.

Once you were done, he grabbed your hand and walked you to your side of the bed, tucking you in. He began to walk toward the door.

"Joey, where are going?" you whined.

"To get you some water and ibuprofen," he replied as he walked out of the bedroom door.

You waited for Joe to get back before allowing yourself to fall asleep. He was comforting when you didn't feel well. He placed the items on your nightstand for the morning before heading to his side of the bed.

Joe gently climbed in, immediately grabbing for you. He held you close to his warm body. His big, strong, safe, and warm arms snaked around your body. You relaxed into him, feeling some small sense of normalcy.

He intently watched you until he heard snores coming from you. Your facial features were gentle, something Joe never wanted to disturb.

As Joe began to wind down his guilty thought and mind, he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered.

You nuzzled up to him more as his heart fluttered, his body feeling so safe and warm. You being wrapped in his arms calmed Joe to sleep next to you. Even when mad, Joe would always try to protect you. Because in the end, its you and Joe against the world.

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Hope y'all enjoyed! It was def better before my computer erased the last 2/3 of it *tears* <3

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #bengals quarterback #joe sheisty #bengals #nfl imagine #nfl #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow oneshot

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becauseimanicequeen · 3 months

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Ming and Joe's Colors in My Stand-In, Part 1: Overview

Part 2: Black and Blue

Part 3: Red and Green

Part 4: Yellow/Gold

Part 5: Brown

Part 6: Random Color Moments

I received an ask a couple of days ago asking me about Joe and Ming's colors (which is something I've been thinking about for a while) and decided to answer that question in a separate post. So, here I am.

I have a feeling I'll have a lot to say about this (because looking at the colors in QLs I love (and I love My Stand-In) is such a nerdy thing for me), so I'm sure I'll break this up into parts. I'll start by looking into what color/colors Joe and Ming are (which I'll do in this post) and then, when I've come to my conclusion about that, I'll dive deeper into their symbolism and meanings in separate posts.

Let's dive in!

My first impression, without having looked very deeply into this, is that Joe is mostly green while Ming is surrounded by/wearing a lot of black.

However, I also feel like they are both bi-colored because I believe Joe is also yellow/gold or blue (or both?) while Ming is also red. And, if this turns out to be possible, then I have them in contrasting colors and I will be screaming about that when I get to it in another post.

Since this is such a nerdy thing for me that I love to explore, I will rewatch every episode we have available now (at double speed because I'm only focusing on the colors and Joe and Ming). So, I'll be back with images and thoughts in a couple of hours.

*speeding through 7 episodes of My Stand-In*

I'm back! That was an interesting experience. (It might've been a second for you, it's two days later for me, lol.) Anyway...

I feel like I got a better sense of Ming and Joe, and I was a bit surprised that my ideas were mainly pretty good.

Before I figure out my thoughts in this post (because writing them down is how I come to conclusions about things I'm unsure about), I want to mention the colors first.

Based on my rewatch:

Ming is black and red.

Joe is blue and green.

Yellow/gold is significant to both.

Brown also has some significance (and this is where I get into nerdy territory with color theory).

(Btw, artists can discuss pink into eternity, but for the sake of simplicity in my posts, I will treat pink as the lightened value of red. So, when I mention red-ish in my posts, this is what I'm referring to. Also, since secondary colors (like orange) sometimes are hard to separate from the primary colors they're created from, because they can include a lot more of one of them, I will sometimes use yellow-ish to refer to yellow hues that might verge towards orange.)

Also, I think it's important to note my approach to Joe before I dive in. I will treat Joe 1.0 and Joe 2.0 as the same person when it comes to the colors unless stated otherwise. I might get into a tangent if I notice that the colors are different depending on the different Joes. But, unless I do, Joe is just Joe (whether 1.0 or 2.0).

Now, let's start with Ming because I feel like he's the most straightforward out of the two.

Ming is definitely associated with black.

He's often surrounded by/wearing black and it fits his moody brooder very well (I'll get into this more in another post in this series).

But Ming is also red.

Red flag jokes aside, the red goes very well with his fiery, passionate, dominant personality.

When it comes to Joe, I feel like green is the most obvious one of his colors.

Green is a color found in nature and it suits the more "grounded" parts of his personality (again, I will develop the symbolism and meanings of the colors in regards to Joe and Ming in other posts in this series).

(That Joe and Ming are green and red means that they use contrasting colors, which is also something I will yell about in another post in this series.)

Then we have blue, which I was a bit unsure about going into my rewatch. However, I feel like it has solidified a bit more since my rewatch, and I'll explain why.

The blue is usually quite subtle around Joe even though it is there. The thing that solidified Joe being blue for me was that Ming is seen surrounded by it a lot the deeper he falls/has fallen for Joe (and let's not forget the blue watch Joe gave Ming).

The blue fits Joe well as he's both caring, loyal, and sad.

I feel like this is pretty accurate and straightforward, so far. So, let's get into more complex territory.

Let's start with yellow/gold, which is a very prominent color in this series together with green and black.

I previously stated in this post that I feel like yellow/gold is significant to both Ming and Joe, and that's because they share this color.

Joe 1.0's home bathes in warm yellow/gold/yellow-ish light, which means he's constantly surrounded by it. It's part of his home, his color palette, his life.

The same goes for Ming, as his family home includes golden details. Also, I feel like the light aspect of things (which I will write more about in a separate post) also has to do with this moment where he has his queer awakening seeing Joe's back on that billboard.

Let's forget that Ming thought it was Tong and just look at those colors. Joe is surrounded by that warm yellow/gold/yellow-ish light, which latches onto Ming out of his devotion and desire for that back.

Ming and Joe both had some aspects of the yellow/gold color before they met, but it deepened the more time they spent together (especially for Ming).

In Ming's case, it started as that little light in the background when he met Tong, became more evident the moment he met Joe, until he's bathing in it every single day in his condo.

That's how affected he was by Joe.

I will probably dive deeper into how Joe is the light in Ming's life and how Ming was the light in Joe's life in another post in this series, but I wanted to mention it here as well. And it's very evident in Ming's case considering how his new place looks so much like Joe's with all that yellow/gold light.

This is the color they share. The color Ming used to mend the broken mugs that represented their life together, their connection, and their relationship.

Honestly, so far, these are the colors I'm most sure about because they show up all the time. And call me crazy if you want (I'm giving you permission to in this particular case), but I'm pretty sure this image sums it all up:

Look at the blue-ish ferris wheel, the green plant, the black sky, the two dots of red light (right underneath the right lamp), and the yellow/gold lamp. That's Ming and Joe's individual colors plus the yellow/gold they both have. Both of their colors are summed up in this one image, which leads into a scene where Joe tells Ming that Ming has made his dream come true while Ming agrees to move in with Joe.

Go on, call me crazy.

And my crazy doesn't stop there. Because then we have brown, which can become a bit complex.

Since I've already used up the image limit (why tumblr, why do you only let me have 30 images per post? This visual artist needs visual aids in her posts, damn it!) I will have to do this part without visual aids. However, I will develop the use of brown in a separate post in this series, which will include images as well.

Anyway...

Let me first get into some brief color theory, because it matters to my view of how they use brown in My Stand-In.

There are two ways that I usually mix brown when painting. The first one (and the simplest) is to mix orange and black. This is pretty interesting considering some of the yellow/gold light that often surrounds both Joe and Ming sometimes verge into the orange (which is why I call it yellow-ish). Mixing that with Ming's black gives us brown.

The other way I usually mix brown hues is by mixing the primary colors: yellow, red, and blue. Does that sound familiar? Yellow is the color they share, red is Ming, and blue is Joe.

So, in my color-deranged mind, brown happens when Ming and Joe's colors are mixed together. And, in Joe and Ming's case, I've noticed that brown has two opposite effects. It either shows up when they feel the most grounded and relaxed or when things become "too much" between them. (I will develop this in a separate post.)

Some of their more explosive scenes actually include brown, but since my image limit is reached, I can't show examples of any of those right now, so I'll leave that for the post where I'll focus on the use of brown in My Stand-In.

Now that I've established all this (which will be the focus of my other posts in this series), it's time to move on to the next part.

Part 2: Black and Blue

Part 3: Red and Green

Part 4: Yellow/Gold

Part 5: Brown

Part 6: Random Color Moments

#iq color post #color theory #big color moments #my stand in #my stand in the series #thai ql #thai bl #thai series #my shit #black #blue #red #green #yellow #gold #brown #complementary colors #contrasting colors #the colors mean things

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ask-bad-end-sunny · 3 months

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Sunny is orange Joe as bad as they say it is

Is it seriously carbinated coffee with orange juice, if so why can Kel stomach it

"...I never really liked it...but, yeah, that's exactly what it is..."

"...I'm not sure how Kel can drink it, or how he drank that expired one from the vending machine..."

"I'm sure Hero wasn't happy about that..."

"I remember Kel let me taste that drink before, it...had an interesting flavor..."

"I couldn't imagine how much more uhm, interesting, it must have tasted being expired..."

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makarajester · 6 days

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We already know about Sunny's, but what are other characters' favourite things to eat? What do they like to drink?

Basil: espresso/americano/capuccino to drink, and for food something comforting and warm, like beef stew or something. he tried going vegan like a hundred times but he's not ready for the commitment. i think he would go for angel cake as a dessert, or just granola bars.

Aubrey: alcohol probably, coke on casual days and as a favourite dish i think she would really enjoy sushi or ratatouille. her favourite dessert would probably be donuts, m&ms, or peeps.

Kel: orange joe for a drink, obvi, and i feel like he would enjoy crazy american combos like bacon and waffles, deep fried anything, probably raising canes, oh and empanadas. for dessert he would probably go for... the entire breakfast menu? i'm sure he's a big waffle/pancake/torrijas fan, and also sour gummies.

Hero: probably plain ol black coffee, blueberry lemonade or sparkling water (he's one of those..), milkshakes too. For food I think he likes trying out new things from time to time so his favourites change pretty often. his go to sweets would be... fruit tarts, tiramisu or chocolate chip cookies.

Jamie: Jamie loves decaf lattes, and sodas, and for food probably some classic chicken nuggets with fries, and birthday cake flavoured sweets. they've got a huge sweet tooth, so anything would do, except hard candy.

Brent: he loves coffee and hot cocoa, especially accompanied by a treat. for food, i would say he likes jollof rice, salads with all kinds of dressings, anything beef and a lot of salty snacks. he would always snack on some chips. for sweets, i'm inclined to say lava cake with ice cream on the side. he likes chocolate bars too, like snickers and bounty. he's got a full drawer of snacks in his room because his mom wouldn't let him eat too many while growing up.

Ash: he loves coffee to the point that it's a personality trait, and he usually gets a flavoured latte. avocado toast and sunny side up eggs for breakfast, alfredo pasta and salad for lunch, and fish with vegetables for dinner, specifically salmon. for dessert, he would go for a cinnamon roll or rugelach.

think that's it. for me i love lattes and dr pepper, and for food probably something really lame like a mcchicken or chilly cheese fries or pasta. for sweets.. i don't know. everything at once. i love chocolate and anything with a soft chewy texture.

#omori #basil #aubrey #omori sunny #hero #kel #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 quotes #ao3 author #fanfiction #omori fanfic #omori sunflower #my asks #omori peppersteak au #omori au #favourite food

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hot-take-tournament · 1 year

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Now that you've had orange joe I wonder what other awful food combinations we should subject good ol buddy hot take to!!!

actually, full disclosure, this isn't the first weird food thing i've tried from this blog

so, i posted that vocaloid vs chicken smoothies poll on september 12th, and like most people i voted to rather drink a chicken smoothie than say vocaloid was bad

but, like, let's be real; i know that i said i would drink a chicken smoothie for miku, but i was just talking a big game, it's not like i'd ever actually drink a chicken smoothie irl

well, later that week

one thing you might not know about me is that i have pretty severe issues with appetite (it's a medical thing); sometimes i really struggle to keep solid food down without throwing it straight back up, and even though it varies from day to day, it's gradually gotten worse over time - it's a lot worse now than it was even earlier this year

but even though i knew it would probably be a problem eventually, to be honest i never really thought it was that big a deal - i just wasn't hungry as often. so i didn't really care

but a couple days after i posted that poll i went to see a therapist who is a specialist on this stuff, and she said i was visibly underweight, even through two layers of baggy clothing - and i said, ok, sure, maybe i'm thinner than most people, but it's not that bad

so, she asked me to guess what weight i was, like i was one of those goats at the fair; it hadn't been that long since i was last weighed, so i said 65kg, definitely lighter than most people of my height, but still my usual weight

well, turns out i'm actually only 58kg now

and now my stupid ass is stuck on a strict diet designed to help me put on weight and slowly increase my appetite back to what it was - but since i can't always eat a full meal of actual food, i need to get most of my nutrition in other ways

and you want to know what my doctor recommended?

chicken smoothies

#asks #not a poll #hot take food #cw food #cw orange joe #orange joe #chicken smoothie #hatsune miku

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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ok now that you just did that rather sad fic a minute ago could you do one where reader and joey are actually trying for a baby? you can take it whatever way you want but preferably fluffy and happy ok love u ur an amazing writer

pumped this one out FAST, hope you enjoy babe wordcount: 0.8K ----------

Actually Pregnant

Joe had placed two heavy bags of shopping on the counter and was making his way through them, putting everything away in it's place. He’d picked up things he thought pregnant women needed, all his knowledge of the subject just from film and media he'd picked up throughout his life. None of it accurate, researched or even just asked. It was a huge assortment of jars of pickles (several kinds), lemons and oranges, different types of cheeses, olives and lots of chocolate. "What is it you want- what is it you need?" Joe held up a bar of chocolate and a jar of olives, motioning for you to make a decision, his eyebrows raised high in question.

"Oh my God, Joey," you peeked into one of the bags and smiled through a pout. "You know I have to actually be pregnant to have cravings." Joe frowned his brow and nodded. "Of course," he said, like it was obvious to him and he'd known this information when he had whizzed through Waitrose half an hour ago. Obviously, he hadn't known. And you thought it was possibly the cutest thing Joe had ever done for you. Joe kept going, placing pots and jars far back into the fridge. "So we'll have it ready for when you will be." You hugged him from behind as he twisted jars so the labels would be facing out. "What if I'm one of those crazy women who craves something insane, like soil? Or clay?" Joe swung an arm over your head and twisted in your arms. "I'll get you anything you need from the garden center, just say the word." he leant in for a quick kiss before patting your arms to let go. He had more work to do. Being in love with Joe was different from any relationship you'd been in before. Obviously, you thought. You had never considered having a baby with anyone else, but Joe had made it an effortless choice. Of course you wanted children with him. Being with Joe felt like babysitting a kitten: it was adorable, and fun, and exciting. And you wanted to love him and squeeze him every second of every minute of every day. It felt like being lost on the right way somehow, and you loved every moment of it. It had only been a few weeks after you'd decided to actively start trying for a baby. You'd been a little apprehensive, careful, because you knew it could take a while. You might not be as lucky, things could easily go wrong before they'd go right. Not Joseph. He'd dived in head first and had surprised you with an empty room, completely cleared out, to make space for a crib. He kept sending you baby names through text all day, and his hands would barely leave your body when you both got home from work at the end of the day. After sex, Joe had always been the sweetest, but the care he gave you now was something else. He had read that gravity could do something to help, so he'd place you with your feet up against the headboard and pillows under your butt to hoist you up. And sleeping on your left side was better than any other sleeping position, he had heard somewhere. "It helps blood flow to your placenta." Joe said, like he had any real knowledge of the subject, and so he'd push you over in your sleep if he found you sleeping on your right. "Pickle?" Joe had opened a jar. "These are nice without cravings too." Joe took one out and had a bite himself before holding it out to you. Sure, why not. You took it and ate the rest when you saw Joe reach into a nearly empty bag and pull out handfulls of pregnancy tests. "I got all the different kinds they had." Joe piled them all together before taking one to read the box. Then he handed it to you. "Do one now." big puppy eyes stared you down excitedly. "Joe, I'm not going to be pregnant yet." "So? Do one anyway. What if you are?" he nudged you with the cardboard packet. "I won't be!" you tried, trying to spare yourselves a disappointment. "Do one for practice!" Joe reached for your hand and placed the box in there, wrapping your fingers 'round it. You tried to remember if there was a time in your life where you had loved him more. "I've had too many a scary moment in my late teens early twenties to need any practice," you scoffed before handing Joe the test back and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Your boyfriend was adorable. "Let's not waste these until we think I'm actually pregnant, all right?" Joe looked at you for a second, eyes wandering down to your stomach before looking back up again. And then, as if somehow he was the strongest man in the world, he hauled you over his shoulder like you didn't weigh anything. "So let's get you actually pregnant, all right?"

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #fanfiction #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #requested #actually pregnant

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bruhstation · 7 months

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I'm interested in what the trains in your humanization prefer to eat (What if Henry loves apple charlottes?)

yes!!! eating is one of life’s biggest joys! always love talking and learning about food and watching people cook and eat and express their happiness, so this was a fun one to answer.

thomas a. billington: thomas needs something to chew or suckle on in the break room. think of any candy that your grandma would store on her detailed glass bowl. tootsie rolls, werther’s hard caramel candy, jolly ranchers… you get it. he doesn’t have any particulars when it comes to filling dishes and most of his diet consist of snacks and candies hence his thinner and shorter build.

edward pettigrew: he loves a good hot black tea with a side of rich tea biscuits or scones. he’s the guy who knows too much about tea. stomach ache? ginger tea. sleep aid? chamomile’s the way. for the more filling dishes, edward prefers light savory dishes with feta cheese involved. he’s really fond of fërgesë from his home country, but there’s no place on sodor that could make a mean one, so he settles with making it at his own home.

henry stanier: sliced apples! when he’s in a good mood, he’d shape them into little bunnies. he likes anything savory with a strong taste too, like his mother’s curry. henry loves a full course, hearty meal that tastes and feels good, and growing up, he’s always had a large appetite (fast metabolism). henry doesn’t like anything greasy or deep fried because it’ll make his stomach acid flare up. I had to look up what apple charlottes is, and yeah, I can tell you that henry would love it.

gordon j. gresley: gordon has a sweet tooth but he’s self conscious about it and has an image to uphold so he’ll tell anyone who’s making him coffee to make it black (he adds a packet of cream and sugar when nobody’s seeing) without anything added (his friends see right through him). his favorite dessert is orange float with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. gordon also likes food that is usually eaten together with friends or family (something something lazy susan) like pork roast or kway teow or thick beef stew with mashed potatoes. big portions are necessary!

james a. hughes: sweet margarita is james’ favorite drink to have during outings with his friends. he also loves a good french onion soup, especially paired with croutons (do not make them too hard or he’ll riot!!). speaking of croutons, james loves fondue and he always fights over it with thomas. really, any food that looks good and makes him look well-off would be on his favorites list (please, james, why does most of these dishes involve alcohol in one way or another). he also likes sweet danish pastries.

percival “percy” avonside: he’s a simple man when it comes to food he likes. sandwiches are the way to go! carbohydrates, proteins, the tasty stuff — it’s all there! eggs benedict (he puts another english muffin on top so the sauce won't spill everywhere) is his most favorite since it makes him feel special and fancy. percy also loves good coffee, usually mixed with condensed milk or mocha, since he delivers the night mail train.

tobias “toby” holden: tiramisu is his favorite dessert and he prefers it made with more coffee content. he has helped out henrietta many times with making it to the point he’s has the process memorized. for savory dishes, he loves some good lasagna with extra beef content in the sauce. it’s gotta drench. really, toby loves his layered food huh

montague “duck” collett: he’s not picky when it comes to food given to him, so he just eats what any average joe would eat (eggs on toast for breakfast, sandwich for lunch, sausage with potatoes and peas for dinner). normal person food. duck makes sure he has his meal three times a day and follows the motto; “eat before you’re hungry, stop before you’re full.” also diesel made mango panna cotta once for him as a desperate token of apology and duck fell in love with it.

donald and douglas dunalastair: like thomas, they don’t really have much preference for filling meals. dessert, though? now that’s the stuff. donald loves cranachan so SO much he wishes he could eat it every day. douglas likes candies more instead of softer, silkier desserts, like black licorice or peppermint candy. they also eat only twice a day since they get full super quickly. amazing how so much strength for shoveling snow is stored behind their lanky bodies. they also drink irn bru

oliver t. swindon: oliver loves shepherd's pie because it’s practical. everything he needs is right there, fitting for someone who doesn’t like complicated things. as for the sweet stuff… even after forgetting some of his memories after his rescue, oliver remembers the feeling and taste of halo-halo on his tongue clearly, something he missed dearly.

giovanni vin diesel: diesel loves bruschetta. he puts some pepper flakes on top for that spice kick. he also loves sfincione, specifically the way his family would make it, but, like edward, nobody on sodor knows how to cook a decent one (too much sauce, too thick of a bread, or too soggy) which makes him a bit sad. diesel’s kind of picky when it comes to the meals he can consider “favorite” because he believes he’s the most qualified in the culinary field on sodor due to his upbringing.

mavis hawthorne: a slice of blackforest cake always makes her heart sing. not too heavy on the whipped cream, though, because she doesn’t like her desserts too sweet. she also likes baumkuchen. whenever toby cooks lasagna, he’d make another portion to give to mavis, which quickly became her favorite and something she looks forward to during lunch breaks.

rebecca nassif: rebecca likes snacking a lot. she finds joy in eating! she grew up surrounded by meals. like diesel, because of her upbringing, she’s always been an enthusiast of not only food, but culinary arts as a whole. she loves cold desserts that usually remind her of her old neighborhood like this pistachio kulfi that she would made when she was younger. rebecca also missed having knafeh and mafruka since moving to sodor (it’s been like... a week.)

nia e. wanjala: whenever nia feels like treating herself to something good, she’d make her own version of the gatsby sandwich at her house. she’s especially keen on the french fries and enjoys extra hot sauce with it. it’d take two meal times for her to finish it all. lately, nia’s also been enjoying pastries like chocolate muffins and bombolone (chocolate fillings are her favorite).

lady: as part of her mission to understand humanity and their intrapersonal relationships, lady developed an affinity to eating. she’d eat anything as long as it’s acceptable by human standards even though she doesn’t have to. lady wants to understand that people eat not only to survive but as a way to show their love and culture. isn’t the greatest blessing to be bestowed upon living things the ability to consume to their heart’s content? does her lack of mortal needs indicate her lack of personal desire? anyways her favorite foods are fish and chips with sweet mayonnaise on the side and soft serve vanilla ice cream.

diesel 10: his go-to is black coffee mixed with red bull (added with some other weird concoction if he feels like it). some scrambled eggs with a dash of hot sauce for breakfast. some fried bacon if he has some self respect for the day. some dried sardines if he wants to feel miserable. some baklava with extra syrup and pistachio if he wants to treat himself because the sound of the crunch eases his stress

#asks #eddieeeei #casa tidmouth #truly life’s greatest joys. I love food I love consuming and loving!!!!!!!#writing this was fun but a few things make me sad #fyi diesel used to work at his family’s generational restaurant while rebecca used to help her family’s catering service

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