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estrellami-1 · 6 months

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Keep You Company

So this happened because 1) I was babysitting and the little girl wouldn’t sleep until I laid in bed with her and my heart has NEVER been more full and 2) my dad’s an audio engineer with a home studio and my mom will just???? Sit in there with him????? He’s got a couch for when clients come over but 90% of the time if I can’t find either of my parents they’re both in there. I love my mom but I swear she’s tone deaf. Not to mention if any of you have heard someone else work on pitch correction you KNOW how annoying it can get after roughly .3 seconds. But she sits in there completely content because they just???? Want to be near each other????? After close to 30 years of marriage????? Where can I find someone who loves me the way my parents love each other. And the way Steve and Eddie love each other. Please.

Also side note if any of yall read Little Love I’m tempted to make this a future excerpt 👀 different name bc who knows if anything’s gonna come of this. and Joanie’s name comes from Joan Jett anyone who got that gets a gold star ⭐️ also Joanie is either 4 or 6. Idk which. But she’s one of those ages. Which if you know anything about kids you know there’s somehow no difference and yet every difference in the world between those two ages.

“Night, Daddy,” Joanie says, moving into Eddie’s studio to drop a kiss onto his cheek. “Love you.”

Eddie startles away from the computer screen, blinking as he realizes just how late it already is. The clock on his desk blinks 9:08 in red, incriminating flashes.

He smiles at his daughter and throws his arms around her as he stands, hugging her to himself and whirling them around the space, careful around the low coffee table. “Goodnight, my little rockstar!” He crows, peppering kisses to her cheeks and forehead, feeling laughter bubble up inside him in response to Joanie’s giggles.

“Daddy!” She shrieks, but doesn’t try to pull away. He laughs and finally puts her down, pressing one last kiss to the crown of her head as he kneels in front of her.

“Night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Sorry I’ve been stuck in here all day. I wish I could just play with you all day instead.”

He boops her nose and she giggles. “What are you doing?”

Eddie hums and picks her up, moving closer to the computer to save his project. “Well, y’know how Daddy’s in a band?”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Well sometimes, Uncle Gareth gets a note wrong.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Uncle Gareth?”

“Only Uncle Gareth,” Eddie agrees in a super-serious way that they both know he doesn’t mean.

“And sometimes Daddy forgets how not to be a perfectionist,” Steve adds from the doorway with a smile.

“Also very true,” Eddie nods, putting his computer to sleep. “But I did a lot of work today, so hopefully I should be done soon. How about for now, I do bedtime clean-up routine, and Papa can read you your book?”

“M’kay,” Joanie says happily, because she’s a heathen and prefers Steve’s storytelling skills over Eddie’s. Eddie wants to bite her cheeks, she’s so cute, so he does, takes a big chomp and makes a dinosaur noise that has Joanie shrieking and laughing.

“Okay, munchkin,” he says, swinging her around onto his back and trotting through the house, purposely jostling her. “Beddy-bye time, which means it’s time for teeth brushing!”

“Can you sing the song?”

Eddie fights back a groan. Somehow, he’d forgotten this was coming. “Sure thing, Joanie. Let’s get some toothpaste on that brush, alright?”

They do, and Joanie looks at him expectantly. “Sing it, Daddy! Sing it!”

“Brush your teeth, up and down. Brush your teeth, ‘round and ‘round. Brush your teeth from left to right, brush your teeth in the morning and night.”

He goes through the entire song, helpless to the smile that grows as Joanie bops happily along to his singing. “Okay, baby bug,” he says finally, standing behind her with a brush. “How d’you want your hair tonight?”

Regardless of the rat’s nest it will be in the morning, Joanie refuses to sleep if her hair is at all in her face. Steve and Eddie started with simple braids until she discovered the magic of YouTube tutorials, which makes the bedtime routine both longer and less mundane.

“Two Elsa braids,” she says, resolutely not learning the proper name and instead using the one Eddie had jokingly said once.

“Two Elsa braids, coming up,” he says, because it’s cute and he’s not going to dissuade her.

“Can we do beads?”

“Beads are a daytime hairstyle, ‘member, munchkin?”

Joanie pouts at him in the mirror. “But they’re pretty!”

“They are pretty, but they won’t stay while you sleep. They’ll fall out, and then you’ll wake up in the middle of the night ‘cause you’re laying on beads, and you’ll wake us up, and then we’ll all be cranky.” Not that that exact thing had happened.

She narrows her eyes at him, trying to find a way around it, then finally huffs and agrees. “Okay.”

“You’ll look pretty even without the beads,” Eddie promises her. “And Elsa doesn’t have beads, remember?”

“Yeah, but Daddy, Elsa’s got magic powers!”

“That she does.”

Joanie pretends to shoot Eddie with her Elsa powers, and Eddie freezes in the middle of the first braid. “I can’t move,” he says, not moving his lips. “You froze me!”

Joanie giggles. “Unfreeze, Daddy!”

He dramatically relaxes and sighs. “Oh, good! Thank you!”

He finishes doing her hair and chases her into her room, where she picks out her pajamas: a pink shirt with ballet-dancing kittens, and a neon-green pair of leggings. “Bold choice,” Eddie comments. “You wanna do it yourself? Or do you want me to help you?”

“I wanna do it,” Joanie says, just like Eddie knew she would.

A few minutes later, she huffs, frustrated. “Daddy, help,” she asks, just like Eddie knew she would.

He helps rescue her from her shirt that had somehow become sentient long enough to wrap around her head, then gets her pants on and tucks her into bed before pressing a long, loud kiss to her forehead. “Nighty-night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Joanie-bugs allowed in my bed!” She declares, and Eddie chuckles. “That’s right.”

He moves toward the door where Steve’s waiting to press a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Sorry I was so busy.”

“You were working,” Steve murmurs. “It’s fine. I’ll come join you when I’m done, m’kay?”

“I’m gonna be in the studio for at least another hour tonight, babe,” Eddie says apologetically.

“Then I guess I’ll come keep you company.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before shoving him out the door. “Go work, I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Sir yes sir,” Eddie salutes, marching back to his studio.

The next time he surfaces, it’s to a tugging at his sleeve. He blinks, glances at the clock—10:37—and turns, ready to apologize to Steve, only to see Joanie.

A quick look reveals no Steve anywhere in the studio, so Eddie thinks he’s probably in bed. “Hey, munchkin,” he murmurs, picking her up and setting her in his lap. “We put you to bed an hour ago, what’s going on? Bad dream?”

Joanie shakes her head before resting it on Eddie’s shoulder. “Papa’s snoring.”

Eddie blinks. Steve does snore, but not loud enough she should be able to hear it from her room. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Did he fall asleep before finishing the story?”

Joanie nods against his shoulder, and he sighs as he cuddles her closer, once again saving his project before completely shutting the computer down for the night. “M’kay, Joanie-bug, let’s go get Papa into his own bed.”

“Daddy?” She asks on the way to her room.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why’s Papa so tired?”

Eddie sighs. “He’s a teacher, sweet pea. He does a lot all day. And he loves his job, but it is very tiring. Then he comes home and cooks, ‘cause he’s better at it than I am. And there’s a lot of stuff that needs to be done around the house.”

Joanie’s quiet for a second. “And me?” She finally asks.

Eddie’s heart stutters painfully. “No, baby,” he murmurs. “Your Papa and I love you, so much, okay?”

“Okay,” Joanie agrees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Daddy.” After a few seconds of thought, she says, “Are there cooking videos on YouTube? Like for hair?”

Eddie blinks. “To learn how to do it? Yeah, I think so.”

Joanie nods. “You should watch those. And cook for Papa.”

Eddie chuckles. “Maybe I will,” he agrees, stopping short in the doorway to smile at the sight in front of him.

The bedside lamp is on and Steve, glasses askew, is halfway on the bed, on top of the covers. The book is open in his lap, hands still holding on to the sides. He is, as Joanie had said, snoring.

Eddie kisses Joanie’s forehead and puts her into bed beside Steve before taking the book from Steve’s lax hands, shutting it and putting it on her bedside table before kissing Steve’s forehead. “Stevie, baby,” he murmurs. “Wake up.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunch and his eyes flutter beneath his closed lids before he takes an extra-deep breath and his eyes open. “Eds?” He murmurs. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve gotta get up,” Eddie murmurs. “This isn’t your bed.”

He watches as Steve processes his words then looks around. He sees the confusion morph into understanding when he sees Joan. “Oh,” Steve murmurs. “Sorry, Joanie.”

“‘S okay, Papa,” Joanie answers. “You should go to bed.”

Steve chuckles tiredly and kisses her forehead. “I am, right now,” he promises. “Night, Joanie.”

“Night, Papa. Night, Daddy!”

“Night, Joanie-bug,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, half as a hug and half to help his husband stay steady.

“Sorry, Eds,” Steve murmurs. “Meant to join you.”

“It’s alright,” Eddie promises. “How about tomorrow I take Joanie out early for breakfast and let you sleep in?”

Steve frowns. “But you have work.”

“I’ve done the majority of it already,” Eddie answers. “You could take her out tomorrow afternoon if you want. Or just have a movie marathon here. I’ll finish up what I have to do. Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? So I’ll finish tomorrow, then Sunday I can make waffles for all of us. How’s that sound?”

Steve hums. “Good, ‘sides the you cooking part of it.”

“Oh, you little shit,” Eddie says delightedly, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Just you wait, you’ll understand the power of YouTube tutorials.”

Steve chuckles, quiet, tired, but no less full of love. “I can’t wait.”

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #kid fic #is this what constitutes a kid fic?#or is that when the characters turn into kids #asking the important questions here #it’s 3:20am #I wrote this in like. two hours #send help #just an excuse to write fluff honestly #starambles

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marvelobsessed134 · 2 months

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Our secret moments

A/n: First Joan fic. I’m so obsessed with her so yeah

Pairings: Joan Jett x Movie Star!Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, dom!Joan, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), kind of soft sexy smut

Summary: You wake up next to Joan

The sun was streaming through the curtains of the motel room. You slowly opened your eyes, cold from the fact your naked body was exposed. You looked over at Joan who was in just her underwear and a sleeveless shirt. She was sitting in the chair by the window smoking a cigarette. She smirked when she caught you looking.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She asked.

You smiled shyly blushed, “Nothing. Just…you.” The guitarist smiled before putting out her cigarette in the ashtray and straddling you. “Just me, huh?” She asked against your lips.

“Yeah.” You looked into her eyes. The raven haired girl pressed her lips against yours. The kiss quickly turned into a make out session, your hands exploring each others bodies.

Joan groped you breast as she kissed your neck. She kissed her way down your body and reached your aching cunt. you were still sore from last nights activities, the guitarist really seems to enjoy ruining you. You shivered when you felt her breath against your folds before she started to gently lick you, taking in your taste.

You put your arms up as you closed your eyes, moaning and biting your lip, squirming.

“Please.” You sighed.

“What is it? What do you want?”

“I want to cum, please Joanie.” You knew she loves the nickname especially when it comes from your mouth.

Joan moved up to kiss you as her two fingers slid into your pussy, pumping in and out at a steady pace. The two of you were so close, breathing and moaning in each others faces. You couldn’t be too loud because if anyone found out about your relationship that would be bad for both of you. You’re an award winning movie star and she’s a famous rockstar, it would be all over the news.

“Gonna cum?” She asked you.

You nodded with a moan as you clenched around her fingers.

She pulled her fingers out of you and licked them clean. The raven haired girl kissed you one last time before getting up and putting her leather pants on.

“Come on, we gotta get ready sound check.” She said.

“Can’t I just stay here?”

“No, you’re coming with me. I need my good luck charm.” You giggled at that.

#joan jett and the blackhearts #joan jett x reader #joan jett #the runaways #wlw smut #wlw fic

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gremlincum · 7 months

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Could you write a fluffy fic about joan jett where like the reader is upset and she comforts them?

Nyx's notes: I've been on a bit of a writing hiatus this past year due to some family and health issues, but I'm hoping to be coming back over the coming months, I was looking through requests and had inspiration strike so here you loveleys go!

Enjoy!

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Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, cussing?, best friends to lovers because I'm a sucker for that trope, and fluff

You laid on your bathroom floor covered in sweat and beer. You didn't know why you put yourself in these situations, you hated hosting parties with a passion, yet you always let Joan convince you to throw the next biggest rager at your house.

You lived in a small two-bedroom house on the strip. It was falling apart in everyway possible, and probably couldn't pass inspection, but it was close to your job at the dennys on the corner and that's all that mattered.

Shortly after you moved in, you put an ad for a roommate in the paper, and the next day Joan called you. At first it was supposed to be temporary, but there was just something about Joanie that made you want to keep her around.

She made your stomach twist and turn in the best ways possible. Whenever she was around, you truly felt on top of the world, but you were most definitely not willing to lose an amazing friendship over some silly crush.

That brings us to our current scene. Hiding from the growing party in your bathroom, like a complete loser. A hard knock at the door made you lift your head and scoff.

"Go away"you grumbled, hoping the person on the other side would go away.

"Cmon (y/n)! I gotta piss!"Joan yelled. Of course. Speak of the fucking devil.

You pushed yourself up and tilted your head at the door. Debating if you should even open it.

"(Y/n) I know you're in there! Just let me in please", her voice was softer now, as if it twisted into one of concern.

You sighed and reached over to unlock the door. "Come in Joanie", she cautiously opened the door, afraid of what mess she found behind the door.

"Oh shit..."she snickered"you okay?" She reached her hand out for yours, completely ignoring what she originally came for.

"Yeah m'good Joanie"you muttered shamefully, ignoring her offer to help you up. You didn't want her to see you so vulnerable.

"Dont lie to me"she said, dropping to the floor looking at him. "We're friends, we need to be honest. We are with each other."

"Joanie, I can't keep doing these parties. can't a threesome happen in my room right now" you said, with a slight chuckle.

"And all these people make me nervous. They don't clean up after themselves, they break stuff, they ruin my sheets. I'm scared of even sitting on the couch."

"That's all you had to say" Joanie told you with a smile. "I don't ever wanna see you upset like this want."

"Y'know, you're a great person Joan"you told her with a big smile,

"I don't know about all that, I'm a mess"she scooted closer to him. "You're great though," she smiled with a slight blush going across her face.

It was impossible to ignore Joan's beauty. You saw through her "confident" facade and saw a beautifully damaged soul.

"I love you Joanie"you whispered, laying your head on her shoulder. She glanced over at him, her signature smirk plastered on her face.

"Yea?" She asked, giggling a bit."I love you too". She planted a kiss on her head.

You picked up your head, a blush evident on your face, and slowly leaned in interlocking lips with Joan. She leaned forward and cupped your face, stroking your cheek softly.

"Sorry"you murmured with a smile as you pulled away shyly.

It truly was a sight to behold, you two with your legs unintentionally intertwined on your bathroom floor as a party emerged outside the door.

But at this point you didn't care about the party, you just cared about you and Joan. And the undeniable tension between the two of you.

"Don't know why you're apologizing", she looked down. "I thought it was pretty obvious I wanted to do that for a while.

"I guess I was oblivious"you laughed, biting your lip before coming to the realization "Didn't you have to use the restroom?"

"Yeah"she replied, looking at you, leaning back."It can wait a little bit longer."

#joan jett #joan jett and the blackhearts #the runaways #1980s #joan jett x reader #joan jett fluff #Joan Jett fanfic

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spacerose747 · 2 months

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Now here friends.. Is a bunch of pics of Joey being very underwhelmed meeting other rockstars

Starting with (drum roll)

Nikki Sixx

Joey looks tired and is hunched in on himself was probably mumbling back at the excitable Crüe member

Next is Steven Tyler (And a fan)

First of all, Joey towers them both 🤣. Second, he looks very sick of being where they were in that moment. Very ready to knock out for a few hours

Next, Iggy Pop! One of his idols!

While he looks underwhelmed here the expression is mostly panic. He's standing tall, arms at his sides hidden in his hair a little bit... He is anxious here!!

Now Slash (and presumably a fan?? Not sure)

Slash is standing in an outward stance, leaned up against the middle man while Joey, holding his guitar is hunched in on himself slightly, to most likely avoid having to back up to fit in the shot. Joey, holding onto his guitar tightly is likely trying to resist moving in some way!

Then, Joan Jett

While Joanie looks very excited, Joey seems very unhappy with the camera, very nervous about it. He's held onto Joan with a soft grip, eager to get her away from his vicinity, his leg is raised and blurred a bit as if he'd been tapping it rhythmically. His drink is steadied against his leg as well, he was clearly afraid of losing the grip on it.

Next Michael Monroe (and Friends?)

Joey's social battery is clearly spent. While Mike and friends are excitable and probably tipsy! Joey's body language, while presenting an outward presence is very tense. His shoulders are tight, his arms flesh to his body. He clearly prefers commanding crowds, not being in them!

He's still adorable though so 🤭

#joey ramone #the ramones #nikki sixx #steven tyler #iggy pop #joan jett #michael monroe #slash gnr

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nocompromise-noregrets · 3 months

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🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

wheeee, thank you!

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos? I do! I've got three, all music-related/inspired - one for Hanoi Rocks, my absolute heroes, on my upper right arm, a black filigree heart on my right wrist for Joan Jett (and the Blackhearts) which the missus also has on her right wrist because we both love Joanie, and a pair of stylised black swans for the Finnish band Private Line and all the friends I made in the Finnish rock bands fandom. I want a full sleeve on my left arm, either Moomin-themed or Tolkien-themed, and whichever the sleeve ends up not being, I want something for the other one somewhere else. Although whether I'll ever get round to that is another matter entirely...

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather? Warm sunshine with a bit of a breeze and a few fluffy white clouds.

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go? Ooooh. So many places! But a close-run thing between Helsinki and Berlin, two of my favourite places in the whole world.

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person? For holidays, cities - I like sculling around on public transport museum-and-bar-hopping. For life in general...I don't know. I grew up in the middle of nowhere, but I've lived in cities and suburbs for my entire adult life and I have to admit I like the convenience of having everything on the doorstep, much as I love the peace and quiet in the countryside.

Thank you for asking! <3333333 Anyone else want to ask me some questions to get to know me? :D

#ask game #go on #ask me stuff!

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ghoulcountry · 6 months

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bastard man OC time...

rush love. local petty criminal, band member, and reptile owner. a menace who steals from chain stores, smokes in private alleys, gets piercings in 2s from ppl severely under-qualified, and loves his bearded dragon joanie (named after joan jett) more than any man has ever loved their child.

he has an enemies to lovers (one-sided on the "enemies" part :3c) relationship with some fuckin' nerd parker's boyo greg, who considers himself a vigilante. greg wants to arrest rush soooo bad it makes him look stupid.

#OC: rush #era: 2021

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mod2amaryllis · 4 months

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i caught them both blinking

#always in sync #m2a #my pets #dogs #goose #joanie jett

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arnold-layne · 3 years

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back on my bullshit babey

#joan jett #the runaways #joan jett art #my art #artists on tumblr #pencil sketch #i thought at first joanie was honna turn out bad because i fucked up her right eye #but its not very noticeable so have this one too #the goddamn jacket.....goddamn freakin jacket..........#bad lighting again :(

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ganseydarling · 4 years

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Joan Jett photographed by Dorian Boese, 1978.

#nose scrunch!!#joan jett #the runaways #1970s #i spy the tie #joanie

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itstoolatetobegrateful101 · 4 years

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You gotta Problem, You gotta Problem, You Gotta Problem, Whatcha Ya Gonna Do!?!

#yougottaproblem #pureandsimple #joan jett #problems #joan jet and the blackhearts #joanie #jett #runaway #the runaways #rocknroll #red reality #rocker #70s rock #90s style #blackhearts #blackheart

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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Piercing

Word Count:676

Pure Fluff

A/N: HI, I have a huge crush on Joan Jett and wanted to write something cute with her because she is a major babe. That’s all.

You rushed into the apartment, following the sign of the guitar you could hear being played in the bedroom. There was this sheer excitement at the surprise you had for the woman behind in the room. You threw open the door, watching the black haired girl give you an exasperated look as she tossed down the notebook she had been holding trying to write songs for her next album.

“Y/N, didn’t you hear me playing?” The exasperated sigh from her didn’t go unnoticed but you were so excited to show her what you had been up to that you didn’t care that she was frustrated with you.

“Joanie, look.” you pulled up your shirt showing the dangling silver piercing with a pink stone in your belly button. Her eyes widened as she set down the guitar and reached out for your hips pulling you forward. Her hands absentmindedly rubbing your hip bones as they rested there.

Tumbling on the bed as she pulled you forward for closer inspection, laughter bubbled from your lips, rolling over as Joan held up your shirt, her other finger touching the sensitive piercing you had gotten that afternoon. She was tracing it, feeling the soft skin around your stomach before looking up at you.

“You’re afraid of needles. Is it fake?” she tested it herself pulling at the piercing, making a yelp escape your lips. As much as you liked to tease her and pull pranks all the time it had been , “Sorry, babe. Just testing.” her little smirk made you shake your head. She lowered her lips, giving a soft kiss on your piercing. Your bottom lip caught in your teeth sucking in your breath from her lips on your skin.

“Do you like it?” It felt like you were always seeking her approval. Making Joan happy made you happy. You loved surprising her and having fun with the rock and roll girl. Her head went to your stomach as her hand toyed with the piercing. You felt her head nod and moved to run your fingers through her hair as she rested on your belly, her fingers toying with the little gemstone. “Now I’m just as rock and roll as you.” she chuckled at that bold assertion. You listened to Joan’s music but you were more of a pop music, dance hall type of person. Your style icons were Princess Diana and Brooke Shields.

“I can’t believe you actually did it.” she muttered, kissing the skin once more. Your heart did a flip letting your hand play with her dark locks just enjoying having her admire you for once.

Sometimes it could get hard living in Joan’s shadow. There needed to be so much time during the day that was dedicated to her career. Even if she wasn’t playing shows or recording she needed time to just play and write.

Plus there was the fact that everyone just thought you guys were best friends. Even if you were a few years younger and a lot different than the woman it was the explanation people could use and make sense of why two people were close. But you two knew the truth and just kept the fact you had been together for three years under wraps.

You worked through Joan’s hair, she had been working so hard writing the new album you knew she wasn’t sleeping as well at night. She had been dragging you out to listen to new bands playing and seeing what sort of music people were playing. She loved hearing new music and being inspired by other musicians to push her limits.

“I might take a little nap.” Her head stayed against your skin, her breath tickling your new piercing as you confined rubbing her head. Soft little touches letting her know that you were watching over her and taking care of her. After a few minutes of quiet you could hear her breathing and knew that she had fallen asleep, one hand on your hip the other with a finger on your new piercing.

#Joan Jett #Joan Jett Imagine #Also Joan Jett is my current crush #Joan Jett fanfic #Joan Jett headcanon #joan jett fanfiction

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