#grandad joe

[sophsun1]

Derry Girls – 3.01: The Night Before

#derry girls #cinematv #cinemapix #filmtvcentral #userthing #smallscreensource #userrlaura #userrobin #dailyflicks #usersitcom #tvarchive #tvedit #usermandie #userstream #underbetelgeuse #nessa007 #grandad joe defending his cat's honour as every pet owner would #king shit #<3 #1k

[mostlysitcoms]

Gerry: Just so I'm clear, are you saying that the British government dub the voice of Gerry Adams because it's too sexy?

Grandad Joe: It's like a fine whiskey. *Leans in* And I have that on good authority, boy.

Derry Girls. "Across the Barricade".

#for those who need context grandad joe is threatening gerry here (as per). implying he knows people in the ira #derry girls #derry girls s2 #derry girls 2x01 #quote #sitcoms #funnies #funny quotes #comedy #comedies #funny #dialogue #funny dialogue #dark humour #dark humor #irish humour #s2 #2x02 #across the barricade

[theteaisaddictive]

reduced to tears twice in one day by derry girls, what has become of me

#derry girls #THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKING FINALE #basically started crying from grandad joe chatting to erin at her party onwards #crying again when the girl reunited #and then AGAIN when they were all voting #brings back memories of when *i* voted in the referendum when i was 16 #(obviously the political history of the 2014 referendum has much less strife than that of the gfa) #(but it was the first time i had ever voted and like. yeah so much of what erin said was stuff i was thinking at the time) #and then cried Even More with the flashforwards to the last few years of british politics apologising for bloody sunday etc #and then grandad joe and the baby sister jumping into the future #the past and the future hand in hand #and also it's something my grandad would have done with us as kids as well #AAAAHHH MANY EMOTIONS #i'm literally still crying as i'm typing this lmao

[deeisace]

!!! Family lore!

The names are changed, cs this is a short story typed up to go to a magazine (I don't think we'll ever know if it was printed or not) but this did actually happen!

The other way round, so uncle Bruce said that uncle Ron said (on his deathbed, too, so I'm inclined to believe him myself), but it's true that Grandma Millie always denied it being true of her parents

#that was how they became JWs in the end apparently - who grandma Vi cheated with was a witness and so she converted #and the girls converted with her - and then the boys followed - and praps after that grandad Joe i spose - they did stay together #but then it was the 40s so. hum. #this explains why the youngest boys are living with their grandparents in the 1939 census i think #anyway! i never ever thought I'd see grandma millie even reference it! woah! #millie bird

[instantcaramel]

A month ago I went to Amsterdam and visited all the filming locations for Ted Lasso‘s „Sunflowers“, so I figured I‘ll finally put something together here.

First of all, basically all the scenes involving the majority of the Richmond himbos were not shot on location - their epic discussion followed by pillow fight was filmed in an abandoned hotel in London. (Info per David Elsendoorn). The same would go for Ted & Beard‘s room. Scenes on the bus or outside it were also filmed in Richmond.

The only Greyhound who doesn‘t have his own larger plotline in the episode who was actually in Amsterdam was David Elsendoorn, because they did film the first scenes at Johan Cruijff (you know how to pronounce it now!) ArenA, the home of Ajax Amsterdam (which is also the one place I didn‘t have time to visit). They could have easily filmed that in London in a different stadium but I guess they didn‘t want to pass up the opportunity - and give David something to do on his home turf.

Edit: I visited 3 months later, so here‘s some pics from the ArenA, I couldn‘t find out which hallway they used/dressed up for the press interviews, but here‘s some shots from the stadium and the VIP lounge we see at the beginning.

So, first up is Roy & Jamie‘s adventure: Jamie takes him sightseeing against his will, and the first place they stop on is Magere Brug (Skinny Bridge). (They run up the street to that before.)

Edit thanks to @warriorhoneybee: Roy grabs Jamie’s wrist at Diamond Factory on Rokin and then tells him he can‘t ride a bike outside Lyppens Jeweler at Langebruugsteg.

They go around the corner to Oude Turfmarkt (which is what I took a picture of) for Jamie to teach him how. For Grandad!!!

The fucking windmill they see before they lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes is De Riekermolen at the Southern end of Amstelpark, where they also cycle. (It‘s actually realistic for them to do that, it would be about half an hour between those locations by bike).

Rebecca doesn‘t see the obvious bike lane (that doesn‘t actually exist there) and falls into the gracht at Raamgracht. Boaty McBoatface‘s houseboat is still there, they just had it dressed up a bit with plants and such when they filmed. (Unclear if anyone currently lives there). The interiors were shot in a studio.

Trent follows Colin to Prik night club (which was absolutely buzzing when I was there, I really want to go back).

And then they sit at the Homomonument, the Pink Triangle memorial at Westerkerk, having that tearjerker of a conversation, before returning to party. (It walked that distance at night, it‘s a beautiful stroll and less than 10 minutes). When I visited someone had left sunflowers. 🌻

Leslie & Will first go to Hotel Prins Hendrik in the Red Light district (and steps away from Amsterdam main station) where Chet Baker died. They then make their way to Jazz Café Alto, which is just down the road from where Boom Chicago used to be on Leidseplein. (It‘s about 30 mins on foot between those two locations so they could have walked or just taken the tram for a few stops. The interiors were done at a studio though).

Ted of course visits the studio-filmed fictional themed restaurant where he has a BBQ sauce induced, Corey Burton-narrated epiphany about triangles, but first he sees Vincent‘s „Sunflowers“ at Van Gogh Museum during Museumnacht (which btw would mean the episode is set first weekend of November). As you can tell they moved some things around, so at least currently the painting isn‘t hung on that beautiful blue wall anymore.

As a bonus, here is a picture of where Boom Chicago used to be when Jason Sudeikis, Brendan Hunt and Joe Kelly performed there - Brendan also used to live above the McDonald‘s on Leidseplein just steps away for a while. And the other picture is the current Boom Chicago on Rozengracht, definitely go enjoy a show there if you can.

Anyway thus concludeth my trip around Ted Lasso‘s Amsterdam. I visited for the Boom Chicago Comedy Festival and fell in love with the city, it was … magical / gezellig. I will never forget it, but then again, some people get Alzheimer’s.

#ted lasso #filming locations #amsterdam #boom chicago #jason sudeikis #brendan hunt #david elsendoorn #ted lasso cast #brett goldstein #phil dunster #hannah waddingham #matteo van der grijn #rebecca welton #roy kent #jamie tartt #leslie higgins #will kitman #charlie hiscock #jan maas

[babybluebex]

Your friendly neighborhood JQ simp here @munson-blurbs 💚 could you please write about Joe x Pregnant Wife on the red carpet at the premiere of his movie? Thank you 🍏🍊🍇

Joe’s hand reached out to gently cup your belly, touching you nicely, and you smiled softly at him. “You alright?” you heard your husband whisper, and you nodded, letting your hand rest on top of his.

“Yes, I’m just fine,” you told him. “And Little Man is good too.”

Little Man was what you and Joseph had started to call your baby. You were having the hardest time coming up with a name for him, and, in the absence of a name, nicknames popped up. First, it was the likes of Bean and Peanut, then Baby, and now, after having learned that you were having a boy, Little Man. Almost as if he could hear (and sometimes you wondered if Little Man Quinn could hear you), he kicked at Joe’s hand, catching you off guard and forcing a laugh from your mouth.

“God!” you huffed as the cameras popped. Ever since you had announced your pregnancy, the press has been endless, and this, the premiere for A Quiet Place: Day One, was the debut of The Bump. It was a negligible bump so far, hardly anything to be shocked about, but that didn’t stop the wall of photographers in front of you from shouting you and your husband’s names, trying to catch a glimpse of the happy family. “He won’t stop moving.”

“Sorry, love,” Joe told you, leaning forward and burying a kiss in your hair. “I’ll take the blame for that.”

“I’ll make you,” you told him lightheartedly, and Joe grinned hard. He was all smiles in the last months, ever since you both had found out about Little Man, and you loved to see him so happy. Although, you could tell that there was more behind his smile; his hand shook at its place on your belly, lightly and hardly enough for you to even notice it, but you did. “Are you alright?”

“Just nervous,” Joe admitted. “Pregnant wife and all, I’m a little anxious tonight.”

“Don’t think about it,” you told him. “Here, let’s think about something else… Give me a name.”

“A name?” Joe repeated, his eyebrows furrowing for just a moment in confusion.

“For Little Man,” you said. “Just throw something out. I quite like the name Joshua.”

“Joshua Quinn,” Joe muttered. “I like it. What about William? Call him Liam.”

“Liam Quinn,” you tested out. “Will Quinn. I like Will better.”

“Me too,” Joe said, and he scoffed. “Might as well just go ahead and name him after me.”

“I mean,” you started with a shrug. “Joseph Anthony Francis is a good name. A little long, but good. Maybe Little Man can be Anthony Joseph, name him after you and his grandad.”

“Would you…” Joe started and cleared his throat, dropping his gaze from the photographers down to you. “Would you really want to name him after me? That’s too big an honor, I’m afraid.”

“Not for you,” you told him. “You’re already the best father in the world. You deserve all the praise and accolades that come with that.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “Our son, the most precious thing in our life, named after me? Who am I to be giving my name to a baby?”

“You, my love,” you started, and you pressed a single finger into the dimple on his chin, eyeing his lips for a moment before you said, “Are Joseph Fucking Quinn. You’re an amazing father and husband, and the star of tonight’s movie. If anyone deserves to give their name to a little boy, it’s you. Oh, imagine it, baby, your little Anthony running around, your eyes and curls—“

“Your nose,” Joe interjected, and you smiled.

“My nose,” you agreed. “Just think about it. He’s playing in the garden and you call for him to come inside for supper: ‘Anthony! Come in, wash up!’”

“Could call him Ant, like with my dad,” Joe said, and he pressed his hand gently into your stomach, his thumb stroking you over your dress. “Little Ant Quinn. That’s adorable. But are you sure you want his middle name to be mine? Anthony Francis is a perfectly good name.”

“Yeah, but Anthony Joseph is better,” you said. “I know you don’t believe me, but please, just trust me on this. Little tiny Anthony Joseph Quinn. He’ll be the most loved little boy in the world.”

“He sure will,” Joe said. He paused for a moment to kiss your cheek, and the cameras went off quickly at the show of affection, and he said, “I might need more convincing on the Joseph part, but I like Anthony.”

“Good,” you said. “Do you feel less anxious now?”

“Yes,” he said. “You and little Ant helped me. Thank you, pet.”

“Of course, Joey,” you told him, and you squeezed the hand that touched your belly, feeling Anthony kick your hands again. “Anything for you.”

#bex answers #munson-blurbs #joseph quinn #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

[rocknrollbabe14]

Meant To Be (Dad!Joe x Reader) Part One

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SEXUAL THEMES THROUGHOUT.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, sexual situations, sexual innuendos? If I missed anything, let me know. This is part one and is currently a work in progress, it does follow my other series but can be read alone.

To read the events leading up to this one, click here.

 It had been a couple of weeks since finding out you were pregnant. You were shocked—absolutely floored to learn you were pregnant again. When you and Joe sat down and counted back, the math added up. You had gotten pregnant on your anniversary trip. In your mind, the chances were small because you had been using condoms. But something had to happen—it had to have either ripped or got a hole in it. Once you got home, the opportunities were few and very far between. You called your OB and scheduled an appointment. Today was your first appointment and ultrasound. They would tell you how far along you were.

“Love, are you ready?”, Joe asked easily, coming down the stairs.

He let his beard get longer and he was wearing his glasses. 

“Yeah, are your mom and dad here yet?”

“Almost.”

You told Joseph’s mom and dad that you had a doctor’s appointment, however, you didn’t elaborate on the type. The kids were happy to see their nan and grandad. You gulped easily while thinking about adding one more baby to the mix. It was so surreal. Since finding out you were pregnant again, you felt super bloated and tired, but you knew why. You could tell a very small change in your belly. After kissing the kids goodbye and telling his mom and dad goodbye, you all left. 

“What’s wrong, love?”, Joe asked, laying a hand on your thigh.

He could read you like an open book.

“It’s just hard to keep it a secret.”

“I know, love. But I know you want to make sure everything’s okay with our little peanut.”, he touched your belly easily.

“I do. But I just feel like I’m coming apart at the seams keeping this inside.”

There was a moment of silence between you both. 

“Maybe we can tell Jess and Jamie this evening? Since they did tell us they’re pregnant.”

There was suddenly a feeling of hope, to finally let your biggest secret escape. 

“Okay.”

You were back at the doctor’s office, for something you didn’t think you would be back for—pregnancy. Joe held your hand as you both entered, seeing the women in various stages of pregnancy and in their lives. You signed in at the front desk. 

“We’ll call you as soon as we’re ready.”, the receptionist smiled.

With that, you and Joe sat down in the lobby. Joe could tell you were anxious. He could understand why after everything you both had been through. He leaned over and kissed your cheek easily. With this pregnancy, you hadn’t experienced nausea or vomiting, thankfully. With Amelia, you were so sick. With Arthur, you were slightly sick on and off. You had felt slightly queasy a couple of mornings with this baby, but no severe nausea or vomiting. It was just a few minutes before the nurse called your name.

You and Joe jumped up, following the nurse through the door. 

“Alright, Mrs. Quinn. We are going to weigh you and take your vitals.”

You nodded, letting go of Joseph’s hand and standing on the scale. You had gained a pound. But that could be from anything. They took your vitals, everything was perfect. The nurse asked you questions before telling you Dr. Bennett would be in shortly. Joe sat in the chair beside the exam chair. 

“I’m so nervous.”, you sighed. “Even if it is my third baby.”

“It’s going to be okay, love.” 

Joe squeezed your hand easily before the doctor entered the room.

“Hello,”, she sing-songed. “Didn’t think I would be seeing you all so soon.”, she smiled.

“Neither did we.”, Joe joked easily. 

“Definitely not.”, you agreed.

Dr. Bennett had delivered both of your babies and taken care of you with all three pregnancies. She asked you to lean back, feeling your belly and asking you a few questions pertaining to this pregnancy.

“Alright, we’re gonna do an ultrasound just to confirm the gestational age of your baby.”, she smiled as she turned down the lights, getting the sonogram machine set up. 

You slid your pants off and pulled a blanket over your thighs before putting your legs in the stirrups. You closed your eyes, trying to relax as she lifted your shirt and squirted the cool gel on your belly. Joe squeezed your hand, leaning over to kiss your head. 

“Alright, let’s see.”

She ran the transducer over your belly, trying to get the best view. Her eyes were focused, looking for the baby. You could hear the swish and swoosh as she moved around. 

Joe was keeping his eyes on the screen, ready to see his baby. 

“Ah! Here it is, here’s your baby.”, Dr. Bennett smiled. The baby was small, barely able to tell its head from its little nubs of arms and feet. 

You instantly fell in love with it, a smile spreading across your face. 

“Joe, look at it.”, you breathed easily, tears forming in your eyes.

“It’s so tiny. Look at our baby’s little head.”, he smiled, kissing your head.

It was a relief to see your baby, even if you could barely make out it was more than a little blob. Joseph watched you take a deep sigh, smiling with tears in your eyes. In this moment, he thinks most of your anxiety and doubt washed away. He always gave you the choice—it was your body, your choice. But in your mind after losing your second baby, you were thankful to be able to get pregnant again. Given the circumstances of how this happened, it seemed like it was meant to be.

“Baby looks good. You look to be around six weeks pregnant.”, Dr. Bennett smiled, before she began printing you off several images. 

“Congratulations mom and dad.”, Dr. Bennett handed them to you.

You kissed Joe again before you sat up easily, Joe helping to wipe the gel off your stomach. You slid back into your pants easily as Dr. Bennett said she wanted to see you back in a month. You’d be ten weeks by that point. You all scheduled your follow-up appointment on the way out. As Joseph drove home, he asked if you wanted to pick something up to take home. You all agreed on lunch. As you pulled into the driveway, Joe watched you, eyeing all the ultrasound pictures.

He smiled softly, shutting the car off.

“Joe, it’s so small.”, you said softly.

“It is.”, he rubbed your thigh easily.

“So cute….we really made another baby?”, you asked easily, looking up at him.

“Looks like we did, love.”, he chuckled as he leaned over and kissed you.

You thought it’d be an innocent peck but he deepened it quickly, placing a hand on your cheek. You all pulled away easily, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. 

You groaned easily, laying your head on his chest. “We have to keep our little baby a secret.”

“Not much longer, love. You can tell Jess and Jamie, remember?”, he touched your cheek.

“I know, but it’s so hard to go inside and pretend like this little peanut doesn’t exist, especially since I’ve laid my eyes on it.”

Joseph smiled, brown eyes warm. “I know, baby. But tonight in bed, we can talk about our little baby all you want to, okay?”, he rubbed your flat belly easily. 

“Okay.”, you smiled brightly before kissing him and sliding your ultrasound pictures into your purse. 

Joe unlocked the door, instantly met by Amelia and Arthur. 

“Hey babies.”, you smiled before picking up Arthur, and kissing his head.

Amelia hugged you easily before Joe picked her up.

“Babe.”, Joe said easily, his eyes directing to you holding Arthur.

He was so worried, especially after reading you weren’t supposed to lift more than twenty pounds. 

“I’m fine, Joe.”, you said softly. 

“How was the doctor, mummy?”, Amelia asked.

“Ma-ma, ma-ma.”, Arthur rattled off before you hugged him tighter. 

“Fine, mommy got a good check-up.”, you smiled at her, running a hand through her curls. 

“We brought lunch by the way.”, Joe smiled.

You sat your purse down on the bench of the hall tree at the entrance of your house. Joseph and Amelia offered to go get the food out of the car. You went on through the house, sitting down with Arthur on the couch. It was finally amazing not to have nausea and vomiting. Arthur began to fuss slightly, and you beginning to rub his back before you gave him his pacifier.

You and Joe had made a mental note to start breaking him from it soon, his pediatrician telling you as long as it was before he turned two. 

“Everything went okay, dear?”, his mom asked.

“Yes, great.”, you smiled, kissing Arthur’s head.

In seven months and two weeks, you’d have another little baby to hold in your arms. The thought made you smile softly, remembering that little blob you’d seen just this morning. You were becoming eager to see it again, feeling all warm and fuzzy knowing you were carrying your little peanut. It was so hard to keep this secret inside especially from your family. Your mind was wandering off, wondering whether this baby was going to be a little boy or a little girl. Either way, it would have an amazing family who would love it. 

You all ate lunch, knowing Jamie and Jess were coming over around three. Arthur was in his crib, sleeping hard. His mom and dad were making small talk. You ate your salad and had a hamburger, feeling more starved than usual. His mom and dad felt something was off in the room, but decided not to ask what that was. After lunch, his mom and dad left, allowing you time to get ready for Jess and Jamie. 

You were putting some dishes away, stretching to reach the top of the cabinets before Joe came to the rescue, putting the plates up before chuckling, kissing your cheek quickly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands on your flat belly. 

You smiled back at him. “There’s nothing there to feel yet.”

“I still know it’s there.”, he smirked, kissing your neck.

“What’s there, daddy?”, Amelia asked, causing you both to jump.

Joe laughed nervously, before running a hand through his curls. You felt your cheeks glowing a little red. You both turned around to see her, holding Mr. Octo easily. 

“Um just this cup, it’s my favorite.”, he smiled easily, grabbing the first dish off of the counter. 

Amelia gave her daddy an odd look, confused by his recent actions. “Daddy, they’re all the same.”

You thew your hands out to Joe as if to ask him, ‘what was that?’ Joe looked back at you, shrugging. Amelia eyed her daddy before sitting down at the kitchen table and continuing to color in her coloring book. Joe ended up getting some water in the cup before you all sat down at the table with her, admiring her skills. In your mind, you were thinking ahead and were already beginning to realize your time with Amelia was precious. 

Time with both of your kids was precious. Once this baby came, a lot of your time would be consumed taking care of it—feeding it, burping it, changing it. The thought was a little overwhelming, but just seeing how happy Joe was this morning when you both laid eyes on your baby, those thoughts melted away. Amelia noticed you were in deep thought. 

“Is everything okay, mummy?”

She brought you out of your trance. “Hm? Yes, love. Mommy’s just thinking.”

Amelia accepted this answer, continuing to color. “When are Uncle Jamie and Aunt Jess coming over?”

“They’re on their way.”, Joe answered, looking at his cell phone.

You all hadn’t told Amelia that Jamie and Jess were expecting. Jess was ten weeks now. She had another ultrasound this week and was dying to show you the baby. You, in turn, were dying to just at least tell her you were pregnant in the first place. Amelia asked Joe to help her color her picture in the meantime while you grabbed some water and some grapes, trying to eat something healthy in place of the hamburger earlier. 

Time slipped away from you all, the doorbell ringing. 

“I’ve got it.”, you said softly, scooting your chair out.

You made your way to the door, opening it to see Jess and Jamie standing there.

“Hello, darling. How are you?”, Jamie greeted with a hug.

“Good. How are you, Jess?”, you hugged her tightly. 

“Sick but otherwise, okay.”

“She’s been very sick, love.”, Jamie kissed her cheek easily, holding her waist.

“Been there, done that. But it’ll be worth it when you hold that little baby in your arms.”, you reassured her as you invited them in.

They slid their shoes off and got more comfortable, following you into the kitchen. Jamie noticed Amelia and Joe coloring. Amelia abandoned her coloring to hug Jess and Jamie. This time, it seemed a little more sentimental as they both realized soon they would have their own baby to share this with. Jess sat down with Amelia, asking her what she was coloring and if she could join her. Amelia was ecstatic that her Aunt Jess wanted to color with her. 

Jamie and Joe admired you both beside her, giving her suggestions on how to color the picture. She loved your suggestions and took heed of your words. Joe wanted to blurt out so badly that he and you were having another baby. But he bit his tongue. He agreed, it was so hard to keep your little peanut a secret especially when Jess and Jamie were going to be talking all about theirs. Arthur’s cries made you jump, coloring outside the line of Amelia’s coloring book.

“Mommy is so sorry, honey. Mommy didn’t mean to.”, you breathed, holding your breath. 

You were worried she would break down, crying. Often when she got overwhelmed, she would cry. Her teacher talked to you and Joe about it at her last parent-teacher conference. She was a perfectionist. Her teacher complimented how much she paid attention to detail, but you hated to see your baby cry. 

“It’s okay, mummy. You didn’t mean to.”

Joe had gone upstairs to get Arthur from his crib. He was getting better about taking naps in his crib. You and Joe had to get serious about buying a new house. You needed more room with another baby coming. Your house was big, but unless you wanted your kids to share a bedroom, it was going to be a better idea to buy a new house, which you had planned on anyway—just not this soon. 

You exhaled with relief at Amelia’s words. 

“We’re going to the living room with Arthur. Just us boys, right buddy?”, Joe kissed Arthur’s head before ruffling his hair.

He laughed at his daddy. At least he had woken up in good spirits. 

“Ew…boys.”, Amelia crinkled her nose, causing you and Jess to laugh.

“I’m sure daddy is glad you feel that way.”, you smirked at her.

Joe always dreaded the day she had her first crush. You know it was inevitable, part of her growing up. He almost thought he was still safe for a while, considering he thought it would happen when she first started school. Since Amelia did not have a positive remark regarding boys, you figured once she found out you were pregnant, she would hope for a little sister. Amelia was a great big sister to Arthur, once she adjusted to having a sibling. It was hard on her. She had been the only child for four years.

Once you all finished the page in the coloring book, Amelia looked up at you. “Mommy, can I go play with my Barbies?”

“Sure, honey. Mommy will call you when dinner’s ready, okay?”

“Okay, mummy.”

Amelia took off up the stairs, leaving you and Jess alone in the kitchen. 

“Can I ask you something?”, she asked easily as you grabbed you both a cup of coffee.

“Sure.”, you began. “You can ask me anything, Jess.”

“Is it normal I don’t exactly—feel—“, she swallowed hard. “Feel—like?”

“Being intimate?”, you finished for her, taking a sip of your coffee.

You and Joe hadn’t had very many opportunities to have sex since arriving home from Paris. You were so sick with Amelia, shuddering at the memory.

“Yeah.”, Jess agreed sheepishly. 

“Yes, especially when you’re so sick.”, you nodded, remembering the many mornings you spent leaning over the commode. 

You shuddered at the thought. You were thankful that so far, you hadn’t experienced any nausea or vomiting. This baby had cooperated so far. You hoped it would continue. 

Jess sighed, taking another sip of her coffee. “Plus, I just feel so tired all the time.”

“Me too—I mean—I did.”, you stuttered, silently cursing yourself. 

Jess gave you a questionable look at first, but it faded before she nodded. You all continued to talk about pregnancy, newborns, and a toddler. You all took a moment to observe the men playing with Arthur. Jamie was talking to him, entertaining him, and making him laugh. It made Jess swoon, mimicking exactly how you felt about Joe when he interacted with the kids. It made your ovaries hurt. Probably how you ended up in the position you were in currently. 

Arthur got on the floor playing with his toys as you and Jess went into the living room. He was smacking his toy cars against the carpet, babbling, and saying his favorite words.

“Wanna see the baby?”, Jess asked, smiling.

“Duh-of course!”, you playfully rolled your eyes.

Jess easily fished the ultrasound pictures out of her purse, bringing them over to you first. 

“Oh my God….how precious.”, you pouted easily.

Jess smiled proudly. It was her ten-week ultrasound. The baby’s head was visible, reminding you of the baby you had seen just hours earlier. Jamie eyed you both, his eyes full of pride. You looked over at Joseph easily, a smile across your face. He winked easily, smiling—knowing exactly what you were smiling about. It made you giddy inside, knowing you were carrying another little part of you and Joe. You and Joe kept eye contact intermittently as Jess got up to give it to Jamie to show Joe.

Joe eyed it as Jamie pointed to each part of his little blob. Joe looked up at you, smiling like you all were in high school and it made your stomach twist into knots. Jess was sipping her coffee as Arthur got up from the floor and came over to her with one of his toy cars in his hands. 

“Aw, do you have a car, Arthur?”

Arthur nodded easily. 

“Is blue your favorite color?”, Jess followed up.

He nodded again, finally smiling his semi-toothless grin. Jess picked him up easily, beginning to play with him. You excused yourself to make dinner easily, gaining a kiss from Joe. He looked at you, concerned. He knew you had been extremely sick with Amelia and Arthur. You nodded, letting him know it would be okay. After cooking, you sat at the table.

“I hope I can eat.”, Jess sighed softly, sitting down. 

Joe slid Arthur into his high chair as you handed Joe his sippy cup. Arthur took it easily, beginning to drink his milk. You all sat down easily, beginning to talk. Amelia still didn’t know that Jess and Jamie were expecting, much less her own parents. Jess was able to stomach some of her dinner, helping you clean the table. Amelia went back to her room to play more Barbies. Arthur was fussy and needed a small nap. It was only Jamie, Jess, Joe, and you. Joe glanced over at you as if to ask you if you were ready to tell them.

“So, Joe and I brought something a little more back from Paris….”, you trailed off easily. 

Jess gave you a confused look as did Jamie. 

“Yeah, we did.”, Joe came behind you, kissing your head before he wrapped his arms around your waist, fighting the urge to rub your flat belly. 

You easily grabbed your purse after bringing it into the kitchen. You opened your purse, pulling out your own ultrasound pictures. You handed it to Jamie and Jess easily. 

“We’re pregnant.”, you finished easily, Jamie and Jess’s eyes growing wide, eyeing your small little blob. 

“No way! I thought there were no more babies.”, Jess teased with a smile.

“Well, we definitely weren’t trying…..”, Joe brushed through his curls easily, becoming slightly bashful. 

“So our little one will have a playmate?”, Jamie asked, smiling.

“Looks that way.”, you smirked.

Joe kissed you easily, rubbing your flat belly. 

“How far along are you?”, Jess asked easily. 

“Six weeks. Three days?”, you looked back at Joe.

He nodded. 

“Wow, we’re only like four weeks apart. Any nausea?”, Jess asked.

“Nope, so far, so good.”, you smiled brightly. 

“Lucky.”, Jess muttered. 

You laughed easily. “To be fair, I was very sick with Amelia and Arthur.”

“Do the kids know?”, Jamie asked.

You both shook your head. “No, we are waiting for a few more weeks to make sure everything is good with the baby. We haven’t told my mum and dad yet.”, Joe rubbed your flat belly again. 

You sighed easily, thinking about all you had to accomplish in eight months. You all were still trying to find a house, considering your family was growing. You all wanted a new house anyway, but now there was a reason. You sat your purse back down on the bench of your hall tree, Joe slowly letting your waist go. Things were going to start back up for Joe again soon, meaning you’d either have to go with him or stay home with the kids. You weren’t sure which one you would do yet. 

Amelia eventually came back downstairs, allowing Jamie and Jess to witness how a five-year-old and a one-year-old interacted. Amelia was sitting, minding her own business when Arthur climbed up on the couch and sat beside of her. All of a sudden, he pulled her hair. 

“ARTHUR! DADDY! ARTHUR PULLED MY HAIR!”, Amelia shouted at the top of her lungs, causing you and Joe to jump easily.

Joe sighed, he was trying to be the disciplinary parent. “Arthur, don’t pull your sister’s hair. NO.” He moved Arthur’s hand and stared at him sternly, no sign of emotion on his face.

His ‘no’ was harsher than you were used to him speaking. Joe was very soft-spoken with the kids and you. 

Arthur eyed Joseph, looking up at him with brown eyes. You watched it easily. Suddenly, Arthur’s lips began trembling before he burst out into a full-on cry. Joe sighed, feeling like the bad guy. He understood his children needed discipline at times, but it was hard to do so. Your heart shattered into a million pieces to hear Arthur cry. You fought back your own tears. You knew adding another baby to the mix would only make things harder and more stressful. 

Part of you was also worried that it would take a toll on your marriage. The last thing you wanted to do was break apart your family. You knew in the back of your mind, Joe would take the best care of the kids regardless of whether you were together or not. Joe would be even the best ex-husband but you didn’t want it to come to that. Your heart couldn’t even bare the thought of losing him. 

“Welcome to parenthood.”, Joe sighed easily, rubbing his forehead. 

Jamie and Jess looked at one another.

Arthur finally stopped crying, beginning to snub. He reached for you, you picked him up easily. Jamie and Jess got ready to go, giving you and the kids hugs and telling you they would come back over soon. You were busy in the kitchen, making sure everything was put away.

“Arthur, no that’s mum’s purse!”

Joe was sitting at the bar when he picked up his glass of water, ready to head into the hallway. You turned around, realizing what was in your purse. It was too late, Amelia had your purse on her shoulder, the pictures in her hand, and had walked Arthur into the kitchen by this time. 

“Mummy?”, Amelia asked easily, confused. 

“Yes, love?”, you asked easily, her eyes switching back from the pictures to you and Joe. 

“What are these?”, she asked.

Joe gave you a panicked look, and you both tried to figure out what to say. 

“Pictures.”, you said calmly. 

“But they look like the kind you had of Arthur.”

Joe came over and got Arthur from her, coming to stand beside you. Should you all come clean?

Joe sighed easily. “Baby, we weren’t really meaning for you to find them right now.”

“What’s going on? Is mummy pregnant again?”

You eyed Joe sympathetically before sighing and closing your eyes. “Yes, mommy’s pregnant again but please don’t tell nan and grandad. Daddy and mommy want to make sure everything’s okay with your little brother or sister before we tell them, okay? Mommy’s still very early—only six weeks.”

Amelia had began to pick up Joseph and his parent’s accents. You didn’t mind—you all lived in the UK. It was expected at some point. 

She looked shocked, her mouth agape. “So I’m getting another brother or sister?”

Joe nodded. “It’s too early to tell yet, princess.”

Amelia nodded, trying to process this on her own. She eyed the slew of pictures. “I hope it’s a girl this time.”

You and Joe laughed easily, bending down to take her in your all’s arms. 

“It looks like a blob.”, she stated matter of factly. 

Joe looked so proud before he took the pictures, beginning to show Amelia where the baby’s head was, where its arms and legs were starting to form. “Here’s the baby’s head, princess. And you can see where its little arms and legs are starting.”

Her expression changed between confusion and understanding. Joseph kissed her head as Arthur laid his head over on Joseph’s shoulders, fighting sleep. 

“So when can we tell nan and grandad?”

“After mommy’s next check-up.”, Joe eyed her seriously.

“Okay, daddy.”

“Promise not to tell?”, he eyed her, smiling. 

“Promise, daddy.”

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[joeyquinndrabz]

Inked- Joseph Quinn x Reader

TW: none im trying to give you guys a break from the angst I have in my drafts 😭

Being a tattoo artist was a dream you’d had since you were a kid. Your friends would laugh and tell you to ‘get real’ but you knew it’s what you wanted to do and so you did. Your grandfather was a tattoo artist in London and became highly respected by the whole city, everyone wanted a tattoo from your grandfather and so did you. When you were 18, he gave you your first tattoo after years of pestering. His talent was impeccable and his art was your inspiration. You soon began an apprenticeship at his shop and , it must be in the genes, because you’re very good at it too. Of course you were aware of the privilege you had due to your grandads high status, but it didn’t mean you didn’t have to work hard. It took years of practice to get to the level you’re at now, but being 28 and working alongside your 68 year old grandad was the gift that kept on giving. His guidance was still so important to you and your relationship was unbreakable. He wasn’t your stereotypical elder male tattoo artist, his style was still the same as it had been in the 70s. Checkered button ups, flares, docs and a very impressive moustache. He was ridiculously cool, your grandma was the same. A stylish woman with a blue rinse on her grey hair and she was always sporting a pair of new glasses. She worked on the front desk, greeting each client with a smile and being the first point of contact to ease that anxiety many of them had. It was a family run business and a great one at that.

It’d been a busy day, it was a Saturday and you’d tattooed a lot of people and a lot of different things. You were getting ready to pack up when your Grandfather could be heard chuckling out in the corridor. There were two different male voices that followed and curiosity killed the cat, you wanted to find out more.

“Ahh this is my wonderful granddaughter I’ve been talking about. She’ll enjoy this one lads.” He chuckled at the two mystery men as he pulled you in for a side hug. “Enjoy what?” You questioned, smiling at the two strangers. “It’s slightly embarrassing but we got very drunk and stick and picked out initials onto each others feet but they’re not looking the best.” One of them told you, you noticed the curtains he was sporting and the slight permanent smirk that was stuck on his face. “Yeah not our brightest idea.” The other man laughed, you noticed something different with this one. He was looking directly at you, admiring your tattoos with each passing of his eyes. It was cute. He was cute.

“Let’s get you lads sorted, I’ll do yours Wesley and Y/N can do Joe’s. I won’t make you do them both kiddo you’ve been here since 6.” Your grandad aimed the last bit at you, you smiled and nodded before taking Joe into your part of the studio.

“I’m really sorry about this, I didn’t know you’d been here that long. I’m more than happy to get it fixed another day.” The man who you now knew as Joe was rambling and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Honestly it’s fine, if you were coming in for a back piece then I would’ve said otherwise but I’m sure we can fix this in no time.” You smiled at him as you handed him the consent forms. “Do people genuinely come in last minute for things like that?” He asked whilst signing all the needed paperwork. “You’d be surprised, we don’t actually do walk ins but my grandads had a rule that if he likes your ‘vibe’ then he’ll allow it in some cases.” This caught Joes attention, looking up at you from the clipboard to give you a massive smile that you could only assume was because he’d realised he met your grandads criteria. “He’s a cool man.” Joe continued to smile as he handed you the papers back. “He’s my favourite discussion point, the man’s a walking, talking 70s masterpiece.” You laughed and soon heard him joining in with you. “I’d kill to have him as my grandad, you’re very lucky.” Joe was admiring the art on the walls, walking closer to his favourites then standing back with a tilted head to take it all in. “I’m forever grateful for him, he’s the reason I do what I do.” You smiled to yourself, getting ready to fix the drunken scribble on his foot. “Looks like you’re pretty bloody good at it too, love.” He turned to face you, admiration on his face. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.” You shyly smiled back before asking him all the boring questions required.

Joe was now sat on the tattoo bed, showing you the tattoo in all its glory. “I mean.” You tried to find the words but struggled with a chuckle.

“Yeah I know I think Wes was shaking a little bit.” Joe grimaced before laughing with you. “It’s an easy fix don’t worry, are you okay for me to start?” You asked, in a weird way hoping he’d say no so you had more time to talk to him and hear more about his life. But he was ready, he told you he was more than ready and watched you as you got to work.

“You ok?” Looking up from the W and to Joe, you’d expected him to flinch or say something about the pain but he didn’t. Instead his face was plastered with a picture perfect smile. “Peachy keen darlin’.”

You were aware of the blush spreading on your face so got back to fixing the W and soon you had finished, wiping it down and wrapping it up.

“There we are, all finished.” You beamed and watched as Joe admired it in the mirror. “It’s perfect, thank you so much.” He mirrored your expression, happy there was now some symmetry to his drunken decision. “You’re more than welcome, grandad will sort out the payment and everything when Wesley’s finished.” You explained as you began cleaning up your station.

Soon the pair were at the front desk, paying for their tattoos and laughing with your grandad. You were still cleaning up so hadn’t realised they’d left due to your fixation on making the studio ready for you tomorrow morning.

“Knock,knock.” Your grandad announced his presence and walked in with a massive grin on his face. “What’s got you smiling so wide?” You laughed at his animated demeanour as he slowly approached you with his hands behind his back. He sat on the bench and smirked, before pulling his hands from his back to reveal a piece of paper and five £20 notes. “You got a big tip and a new admirer.” He laughed before handing you the money and the note. “But it was a tiny tattoo?” You were in shock, complete and utter shock.

“Read the note.” Your grandad pressed, leaning forward in anticipation. “Grandad!” You exclaimed,laughing at his eagerness. “Oh Cmon kiddo I’m dying over here.” He laughed back.

You opened the note and scanned the page with your eyes, a smile growing after each letter.

I’m sorry if this is totally inappropriate and i completely understand if you rip this up but just wanted to say I really enjoyed getting tattooed by you today and I’d love to get to know you more. Here’s my number, again I’m sorry if this isn’t appropriate I just think you’re pretty incredible and I’d love to get to know you more.

The tip is because you’re a brilliant artist and I hope you treat yourself with it and get something to help ease the stress of today.

All the best,

Joe

XXX

You grabbed your phone and copied the number into your phone immediately, passing your grandad the note before going outside to ring Joe.

“Hello?” He answered, anxiety evident in his voice.

“I’m leaving here in 10 minutes, fancy sharing a couple glasses of wine with that tip?” You had no idea where this confidence had emerged from but nether the less you were extremely thankful for it.

“Darlin’ that’d be a dream.”

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[eddiesxangel]

I’m drunk so I’m posting it. It’s been in my drafts for so long and it’s not really proof read

Joes grandfather lives at the retirement home you work at and he’s your favourite resident. He gives you advice and is the grandfather you never had!

One day he’s telling you about his grandson you have yet to meet bc he only visits in weekend and you joke around like “oh he sounds like a catch you should set me up.”

Joe finally comes to visit on one of your shifts. You flirt and are sweet but professional. The next few weeks go by and Joe is visiting more and more during the week on your shifts. More and more flirting happens, bolder comments just because you think he’s so cute!!! He’s Joe Quinn!!! but he’s never seen your face bc of COVID and mask policies are strict still.

It’s a Friday night, it’s been a hard shift, hell it’s been hard week, you and your work friend needed to blow off some steam so you get ready to go out dancing. Not being able to dress up and go out in literal years bc of COVID you go all out on your looks, full hair/makeup sexiest dress you own. This was your night to just drink and dance and have fun and get dolled up bc you don’t wear makeup to work, only full in your brows and a bit of mascara to look not dead.

Dancing the night away you feel someone behind you, you look at your friend to silently ask if he’s cute. Her eyes go wide bc she knows him too, working at the same place. She smirks and walks away leaving the two of you together, curious you turn around and smile up at him. “Hi” you smile, he he smiles back and leans in to kiss you, and you let him. It’s Joe for Christ sake and you’re finally with him not at work so nothing matters anymore. You pull back practically out of breath “fancy seeing you here” you tilt your head. “You wanna get a drink”

You’re in a quieter areas where you can kind of talk “stalking me now?” You giggle playing with the straw of your drink he just bought you. He looks at you confused “I’m sorry do we know one another?” Oh he didn’t know, this could be fun…

“Oh we have met before Joseph 😉” his eyes scanning your face. He’s trying to think how he knows you. Your voice is familiar but it’s loud in the bar. “What’s your name” “I can’t tell you that, it won’t be fun anymore” you flirt “oh come one please tell me” he’s begging. “You won’t give me a hint I feel like a right dickhead” “nope you’ll figure it out.” “Can I at least get your number? Or do I already have that too?” You hold out your hand for his phone and put in your contact information under “mystery girl” you give him back his phone and he smirks rolling his eye “ you really wont tell me?” He leaned into you locking you into the bar staring into your eyes “you’re so familiar I just can’t place it” you giggle from the alcohol “you’re smart, you’ll figure it out, sometimes when you’re not in the setting you don’t recognize people” you can see the wheels in head turning but he just cannot figure it out

The rest of the night was amazing, you found your friend and introduced one another, he also recognized he but still couldn’t place her. She almost gave it away but you quickly told her about the game you were playing. After he asked you to come out with him for a lot night bite to eat, a little more kissing may or may night have happened and you were on cloud nine!

You and Joe have been texting non stop since you bumped into him at the bar. The next time he came to visit grandad you were so excited because maybe he’s figured it out?

More flirting happens but you give nothing away. You’re favourite twisted sitting beside you oblivious to what’s happening. You let them enjoy their vist but cannot help but overhear Joe talking to his granddad

“I’ve met someone grandad” “oh Joey good tell me about her what’s her name” “that’s the thing she won’t tell me!” You can’t help but giggle to yourself

Before Joe leave he stops at your desk to say goodbye

“Hi Joseph, how can I help you” “you’re a girl” “thanks, I didn’t know” “I mean I need some advice” “oh girl advice?” You raise your brows at him “ I’m talking to someone but she won’t tell me her name and it’s killing me, what do I do?” “she won’t tell you her name?” You say playing dumb. He shakes his head, “she says i know her but I can’t for the life of me figure out from where.” He signs in defeat. You almost give in right then but it’s been so fun this past week teasing him you need to keep it up just a bit longer. “Sounds like she’s fun, wants to keep you interested” “oh she’s keeping my interested alright” he laughs. You look at him, you’d be disappointed if it wasn’t you he was talking to, the flirting going on wasn’t just one sided. He started it. “Tell me about her?” You reach out to touch his hand that’s resting on your desk as You ask tilting your head “she’s get the most beautiful eyes” he says and he looks from your hands touching to yours. The nail polish… he recognized it, he commented on it at the bar bc he hadn’t seen that shade before. You’re smiling from under your mask you can’t hold it back anymore he’s broken you bc he’s the cutest and he makes your brain melt.

His eye svo wide with realization “Oh you are good”

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[joekeeryswife]

Shouting matches - J.K

imagines are slowly coming out; sorry x

you never thought you'd be in this situation, the worst argument you'd ever had with your boyfriend happening right now. it all started because Joe had been going out and wasn't coming back till early hours of the morning. it scared you. you didn't mind him going out but it had been happening for two weeks and the scary thoughts were in the back of your mind. was he cheating on you? where was he in these early hours of the morning? what would you do if something terrible happened to him? you had no idea how this calm talk changed into a shouting match between the two of you.

"do you really think it's okay to question me when all i do is work and come home? okay so what i've gone out a few times, you don't need to know my location every single second of every day" he shouted, you'd never seen him this angry in your whole four year relationship. "Joe that's not what i meant and you know it." you shouted back, your grandad had always told you, shouting was never the answer and when you shouted back, it would only make the situation worse but those words weren't in your head as you shouted. "then what did you mean hmm?" he egged on. he was being so difficult. "i just wanted to talk to you for once without you walking out to leave me here on my own. i wanted to spend some time with you." you said, trying to de-escalate the situation.

"that's bullshit. what were you really thinking y/n? speak your mind, you usually do so what's stopping you now?" he shouted, he looked furious. "fine, you really wanna know the thoughts that go through my head every single night when you're out? i wonder if you're cheating on me with someone else because i'm not good enough for you Joe, seeing as you're acting all big, are you cheating on me?" you yelled. Joe was shocked at your outburst. "no i'm not cheating, that's stupid of you to think. i'm going out with my friends, am i not allowed to do that now? am i under house arrest?" he yelled back, looking in the wardrobe as he looked for an outfit for his night out, again.

"no Joe i'm just sick of worrying about you when i'm here all alone" you said, getting up from your bed. you'd had enough with the arguing, you just wanted to tell him how he was making you feel and it felt like he was throwing it back in your face. "yeah well maybe i would be home more if you weren't so clingy and annoying all the time. i feel like i can't breathe when i'm around you because you cling to me like i'm going to disappear into thin air. now leave me alone, i need to get ready" he said, finally getting his point across. you were shocked. were you really that clingy that Joe went out every night to breathe? you nodded your head and grabbed your phone which was on the nightstand next to you.

you walked past Joe at a fast pace, trying to leave the house before he did. you put on Joe's hoodie which was discarded on the sofa and then slipped on your shoes, grabbing your car keys and walking out the front door. you slammed it which made Joe jump. he watched you through the bedroom window as you got into your car and sped off down the drive way. he sighed in annoyance. he didn't mean to say those things about you, he just wanted to get the point across that he wanted to go out with his friends but you obviously didn't understand that.

you were driving around in your car, you had no where to go. you'd moved away with Joe and didn't have anywhere you could stay. your friends were all over the place and messaging them definitely wasn't an option so you opted to just driving around to clear your mind. your driving took you to the beach, the beach was your favourite place. you exited the car, the cold air made goosebumps rise on your skin as you walked to the sand. why would Joe say those things? this whole relationship, you'd never had a full blown argument where you had to leave the house to calm down. you sat on the sand and turned your phone off, you didn't want to speak to anyone and turning it off just made you feel better.

sitting on the sand, listening to the waves calmed you. you sat there, remembering how the fight escalated. you watched as the moon rose into the night sky, it looked beautiful. you didn't want to go home to an empty house where you felt alone. Joe was out all the time and you just wanted to see your boyfriend once in a while. you sat there for hours, listening to the waves and the seagulls as the flew in the air, reminiscing the good times you had with Joe when he wasn't out partying all the time, leaving you alone. Joe didn't go out that night. he was sat at home, waiting for you to come back so you could talk it out. he'd phoned you at least 30 times, each time with no answer. anxiety and guilt ate him alive as he waited for you to phone him back. the many messages being left on delivered for hours and before he knew it, it was 2 o'clock in the morning and you still weren't home.

you had left at about 9pm. you'd been gone five hours and hadn't replied. he was worried. what if something had happened and he didn't know and the last thing he called you was clingy? he sat on the sofa, biting at his finger nails as he waited for you to get home. you'd decided it was best if you went home after sitting there in your thoughts. you'd been there, calming down for five hours and it was time to stop chickening out and speak to him about how you felt. you walked back to your car which was in the car park and turned your car on, starting the drive home. it took you about half an hour to get home. Joe was pacing, he was worried about you, he didn't know where you had got to and now you were missing.

he heard the car pull up in the drive way and looked out the window to see you getting out the car, alive and well. he was even more angry then before. when he heard you come into the house, his yelling immediately started. "where the fuck have you been y/n? i've been waiting for you all night and you finally decide to come home at a stupid time. what is wrong with you?" he screamed. you had barely put your foot in the door and he was already screaming at you. "Joe can we not do this now, i'm tired and i want to get some sleep" you said back, you sounded defeated as you tried to walk past him to get to the stairs. "no y/n we are going to talk about this right now." he shouted, following you as you walked up the stairs.

"Joe can you please stop shouting at me" you whispered, tears filling your eyes as you opened the bedroom door. "god y/n. i was so worried about you, you had me up all night waiting for you to come home, you didn't even answer my calls or messages. what if something happened to you and i didn't know hmm? would you have kept me waiting here all night before someone came to say they'd found you?" he shouted, looking at you as you walked around the bed. "no Joe. but if you think about it, this is the same exact thing that happens to me every night with you going out till early hours of the morning and i'm sat at home worried about you" you said back, you didn't want to shout anymore. you were sick of it and he was being hypocritical. he does the exact same thing every night and the one time you do it he's mad?

"this is completely fucking different y/n. i didn't know where you were and you just fucking left me here. i couldn't even go out because of you" he shouted again. was that all he really cared about? not going out. "Joe can you please stop-"you were trying to continue but the ugly sobs you had been holding in finally got let out. salty tears ran down your flustered cheeks as you put your head in your hands. Joe watched as you broke down, realising he'd been so harsh on you. he walked slowly to you as he watched sobs rake through your body. he slowly wrapped his arms around your body as you sobbed into your hands. "i'm sorry baby" he whispered as he kissed your forehead softly. this was entirely his fault and it all could have been avoided if he just stayed home and spent time with you.

"what's happened to you Joe? you've changed" you said, pulling away from his grasp. you brushed past him and walked out the room to the spare bedroom. you'd hoped he wouldn't follow you as you walked there. you opened the door and got into the bed, the unfamiliar feeling overwhelming you. you closed your eyes, hoping tomorrow would be a better day and that the argument would settle down. you fell asleep quite quickly after laying in the spare bed but felt cold due to you not being next to Joe. after a few hours of you sleeping, you felt someone carefully get into the bed next to you. "i'm sorry baby. i shouldn't have spoken to you like that" he whispered as he pulled you onto him.

as you were half asleep, you put your arms around his middle and laid your head on his chest. “i was so wrong to call you those things and i’m so so sorry for how i’ve been acting these past two weeks. i should have taken the time to appreciate you and i should have stayed home with you” he said, carrying on from his previous sentence. “Joe i don’t care that you go out, it’s the constant going out, leaving me at home all on my own when i just wanted to spend some time with you. i understand you want to see you friends and that’s fine, it just really scared me when you wouldn’t come home at the time you said you would. i thought something had happened” you said, head not leaving his chest, eyes still closed. “i know and i’m sorry. i should have stuck to my word and i’m sorry that you had to go through that.” he said, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair. you nodded your head as a reply, too tired to even talk. “i’m going to make it up to you, i promise” he whispered before your mind drifted off.

#fanfiction #steve harrington #imagines #joe keery #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagines #joe keery imagine #joe keery fanfic #joe keery fandom #joe keery one shot #joe keery au #joe keery blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle blurb #kurt kunkle imagine #requests #steve harrington x y/n #joe keery x y/n

[dragonfly0808]

Speak Now Ranking

Not sure if anyone cares but I’ve finally listened to the entirety of Speak Now 3 times and I want to rank it so… here goes (please don’t kill me, these are just my opinions)

22. Superman (just wasn’t for me. Like, it’s not bad but it’s not anything special to me)

21. Ours (I liked it, it was cute)

20. The Story of Us (can you believe that this was when the ranking got impossible? That’s how much I fucking loved this album, I hate that this song is so far down)

19. I Can See You (very sensual and I love the vibe of ‘what would you do’ love the instrumental as well)

18. Electric Touch (love the story of the song so much)

17. Mine (has always had a special place in my heart and I love it so much, hate that it’s so far down)

16. Mean (what an icon)

15. Innocent (who you are is not where you’ve been… your string of lights is still bright to me… okay? Ouch?)

14. Haunted (so cool, love the vibe)

13. Sparks Fly (so cute!)

12. Back to December (this song used to hurt me so badly for no reason?)

11. Dear John (I got nothing to say other than… John if I ever see you you’re getting bitch slapped)

10. Better Than Revenge (perfect song, love it so much if Joe Jonas doesn’t dress up as a moth for Halloween then what’s the point?)

9. Foolish One (Got nothing to say, perfect)

8. Timeless (this one hurts me on so many levels but I don’t wanna get personal so I’ll just leave it at that)

7. Castles Crumbling (so fucking good, I saw somewhere that it was based on Anakin Skywalker, not sure if it’s actually true but that’s my headcannon now)

6. Speak Now (I cannot explain the love I have for Taylor’s storytelling songs. Like, no body no crime? Give them all to me, so good)

5. When Emma Falls in Love (so beautiful, also, do you want to be Emma or be with Emma?)

4. Never Grow Up (fun fact: this song is very famous for quinceañeras for the dance with the dad/grandad and I actually used this song for my dance with my grandpa in my quinceañera party. Also, I become an emotional wreck everytime I listen to it)

3. Enchanted (no words, just… so beautiful)

2. Last Kiss (this hurts me on so many levels, who gave her the right?)

Long Live (I have no words to describe my love for this song, it’s just so good and gives me so much energy and life I can’t even)

#winx club #speak now #taylor swift #speak now tv #speak now taylor’s version #when emma falls in love

[simplee-dreaming]

You're Old

A/N: Finally got around to finishing this one! Thank you to the anon who requested it. For the purpose of this fic, Joe Keery is 'Joe' and Joseph Quinn is 'Joseph'....obviously.

Word count: 1409

Summary: The reader teases the boys for being 'old'. It doesn't go down well.

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“I can’t believe Gaten is turning 20 this year,” Joe sat down and ran his hand through his hair. 

“Must be weird for you man. You’ve known him since he was 13,” Joseph sat next to him. 

The three of you had just finished an interview with Gaten where you answered questions from a cookie jar. One of the questions included a statement that said Gaten was turning 20 this year…and Joe clearly couldn’t handle that. Gaten had to rush off soon after the interview but Joe was still in shock as he followed you and Joseph into a room to chill before your next interview. 

“What’s the big deal?” you replied, standing in front of them both. 

“He’s turning 20. 20! I was 23 when I met him,” Joe said. 

“Damn, it must be hard for you, now that you’re middle aged.” 

Joe slowly looked up. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Well you’re 30 now, aren’t you? That’s pretty old man.” 

Joseph snorted as Joe’s mouth fell agape. 

“That’s brutal, Y/N,” Joseph said, closing Joe’s mouth. 

“What? It’s true! 30 is old. And 29 isn’t much better,” you added. Joseph’s smile quickly dropped. 

“You what?” 

“Just because you’re still a teen, Y/N, doesn’t make us old,” Joe finally spoke. 

“Oh no, my bad, it doesn’t make you old. Just ‘wise’,” you sarcastically made quotation marks with your hands. 

“Hey! We are wise!” Joe exclaimed. 

“Mhm. The two of you together are as wise as Patrick Star.” 

“How very dare you disrespect the Star like that,” Joe responded. 

“I’m surprised you grandads even know what Spongebob is.” 

“Hey! Spongebob started before you were even born, he was our childhood!” Joe cried.

“And who are you calling grandad?!” Joseph added, getting up from the sofa. 

“Whoa easy there Joseph, don’t want you doing your back in,” you let out a little giggle. He raised an eyebrow at you before slowly turning to Joe. 

“You know, us ‘oldies’ have gained a lot of experience in our time dealing with kids like you,” Joe said, also standing up. 

“Except I’m not a kid,” you replied. 

“No. But you’re younger than us which instantly makes you a kid. And Joe has dealt with teens for years,” Joseph responded. 

“I’ve had my fair share of teens teasing me for being in my 20s. And I know how to deal with them every damn time.” 

“Yeah but…you’re no longer in your 20s. You’re too old to do anything now without landing yourself in a care home,” you sassed. 

“Is that so?” Joe put his hands on his hips. You giggled. 

“What’s so funny?” Joseph asked, folding his arms. 

“You two trying to look threatening. It’s adorable.” 

“Oh really?” Joseph said in a teasy tone. “We’ll show you adorable.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Joseph and Joe smirked at each other. 

“Like I said, I’ve had a lot of practice dealing with sassy teens. But I think Joseph needs a little more practice. Right?” Joe turned to him. 

“Right. And who better than someone who’s going to tease us for being ‘old’,” Joseph stepped closer to you and you backed away. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Nothing….yet…” Joseph replied. Both boys took another step closer and you collided with the wall behind you. 

“Say, Joseph, what do you think their weakness is?” 

“I dunno, Joe, but I’d love to find out. They laugh a lot so that could be an advantage for us.” 

“You make a good point, Joseph.” 

“Why are you guys talking like that?” 

“We’re building up the tension,” Joseph replied. 

“To what?” 

“To when we tickle you,” Joe said, sternly. You went bright red. 

“Wha-what?” 

“Oh sorry, did I just say tickle you? My bad. I meant to say when we tickle the shit out of you,” Joe took another step closer. 

Without thinking, you turned on your side and bolted it to try and escape them. But Joseph was far too quick and grabbed you instantly, holding you in a bear hug with your back against his chest. 

“And where do you think you’re going, darling?” Joseph whispered in your ear, making you squeal. 

“Aww look at them, giggling already when the tickling hasn’t even started,” Joe stepped towards you and gently poked your tummy, eliciting a stream of giggles. You brought your knee up to your stomach to try and block him.

“Ah-ah-ah, not a chance…” Joe started squeezing at your tummy and you yelped and squirmed in Joseph’s arms. 

“Nohohoho plehehease Johoe!” You giggled as his spider tickled your tummy. Joe smirked up at Joseph who decided to help by forcing his fingers under your arms. Your giggles suddenly turned into screams which made Joseph laugh. 

“Now this is adorable,” Joseph teased, nuzzling his head into your neck whilst his fingers danced in your armpits. 

“GUHUYS PLEHEASE!” You screamed. Your knees gave way beneath you but both boys followed you to the ground, keeping up the pace of their tickling. 

“We’ll stop when you apologise for calling us old,” Joe said, straddling your waist so you didn’t accidentally kick him. His hands quickly moved to squeeze your sides. 

“NEHEVER!” You cried. Joseph had just pulled your arms above your head and sat on them so he could use both his hands to attack your sensitive armpits. You thrashed violently beneath them which only made them laugh more. 

“Are we old, Y/N?” Joseph asked, digging his fingers in.

“YEHEHES VEHERY!” You yelled back. 

“Sounds like someone hasn’t learnt their lesson yet,” Joe tutted. He lifted up your top and blew a raspberry on your stomach which gave you butterflies. Your feet banged against the floor as he blew more raspberries on different areas of your stomach, coupled with side squeezes. Joseph was alternating between tickling your ribs, armpits, neck and ears. When you tilted your head one way to stop the tickles, he would attack the other side just as quickly. 

“Surely you must be getting tired now, Y/N?” Joseph asked, still giggling at your yelps and squeals. 

“NOHO-AAAH FUHUCK!” You screeched loudly as Joe shuffled down to knead into your thighs and hips. 

“Whoa, bad spot?” Joe asked as you cackled beneath him. You somehow thrashed even more violently and let out one final loud scream before dissolving into silent laughter. The boys stopped instantly to let you breathe but kept you firmly pinned to the floor. 

“I’m gonna ask you again…are we old?” Joe gave you a stern look. You nodded and giggled. 

“Fuck me Y/N, how have you not had enough yet?” Joseph asked, trailing a single finger across your neck. 

“Ihi-t’s fuhun,” you giggled, shaking your head away from the light tickles. 

“It’s fine?” Joseph repeated. You nodded again and continued giggling. 

“Are you being cheeky on purpose so we’ll tickle you?” Joe asked. You went bright red and couldn’t respond. 

“Well, the good news is, now that we know how ticklish you are we are going to get you much more often…” Joe explained.

“Ahand the bad news?” You asked. 

“You’re gonna remain trapped here until you apologise for calling us old,” Joseph warned. He tasered your ribs instantly which made you scream. Joe laughed at your reaction before he pinched at your waistline and spider tickled your tummy again. You were much weaker this time from all the previous tickling so you let out loud, hiccupy laughs as you accepted your fate. 

“One more time, Y/N. Are we old?” Joe asked, joining Joseph in torturing your ribs. 

“NOHOHO!” You cried, not being able to take anymore tickling. Both the boys stopped immediately. 

“No?” Joseph asked.

“I’m sorry…you’re not old….” you breathed out. The boys knew you had had enough and let you up. You let out residue giggles and slowly sat up.

“You okay?” They both asked in unison. You nodded. 

“We didn’t go too hard on you?” Joe asked. You shook your head.

“Not bad for a couple of grandads,” you teased. Both of their faces dropped. Joseph tasered your side and you jumped. 

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry, no more!” You giggled. Joseph laughed too and pulled you in for a tight hug. 

“You know, Y/N, us ‘oldies’ will always protect you. No matter what,” Joseph squeezed you tight. 

“But we won’t hesitate to tickle the shit out of you when you get cheeky,” Joe warned before joining in the hug. 

You giggled again as you melted in their warm embrace.  

#tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #ler!joseph quinn #ler!joe keery #lee!reader

[mostlysitcoms]

Deirdre: Sorry I'm late, Sister. Couldn't get over the bridge, this bloody bomb. I begged the Brits to let me take my chances but the awkward bastards made me go the long way.

Grandad Joe: Health and Safety gone mad, Deirdre.

Derry Girls. "Season 1, Episode 1".

#derry girls #derry girls s1 #derry girls 1x01 #quote #sitcoms #funnies #funny quotes #comedy #comedies #funny #dialogue #funny dialogue #s1 #1x01 #irish humour #fav

[kidlit-queen-competition]

Secret seventh (simulacra) thing: Your Grandad's model trains vs Your wooden trainset.

(your granddad's model trains are here portrayed by a layout belonging to a grandfather (who knows, maybe yours!) named Joe, who submitted it to the website model railwaylayoutsplans.com. You can read more about it here. your wooden train set is portrayed by a 1970's Brio set from Dave's Brio collection.)

#polls #secret seventh thing #brio #railway modeling #Credit to the person who messaged me right at the start of the blog asking for the concept of your grandad's trains to get in #nostalgia

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Girl He Left Behind [Part Eleven]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 7690 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: okay so I picked first in line for the later lyrics cos cute but the second song is one my grandad used to sing. He loved writing and so do I so I thought I’d have a lil nod in there to him </3 

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The road was long and winding and since it was mid-autumn dark with the only illumination coming from the headlamps on the Lincoln. They’d only passed a few houses out this way having said goodbye to the scenery of the city long ago as Elvis continued to drive. He didn’t know where they were going, if he was being honest he wasn’t entirely sure he would be able to get back on his own navigation skills, but he wasn’t focused on that right now. Right now he was thinking about the girl in his passenger seat who hadn’t said a word since they had left the grounds of Memphis Catholic High which was at least an hour or so behind them. He checked in on her periodically though never with words. They caught each other’s eye a couple of times though she mostly looked out of the windshield, a blank look on her face though her hazel eyes were like an ocean, lost and stormy as she waded through everything.   He didn’t blame her. After all, he had spent the best part of the hour wondering what exactly he was going to say to her when they finally stopped. He didn’t know what to tell her. How to word what Mona had done, or more importantly which parts to leave out. Sure, her just taking off again would hurt but it was sure to hurt less than being told she’d done it for the money. The sound of gravel crunching under the wheels brought him to his senses as he realised the terrain was getting less and less civilised as they descended into Tennessee forestry. He glanced at Addison who wasn’t looking at him and then cleared his throat to catch her attention. She looked at him and he offered her a small smile which wasn’t returned though he knew that was not through malice.   ‘Addie,’ he said clearing his throat once more which was suddenly feeling dry as a bone, ‘I think we might have to stop soon…we’re low on gas.’   Addison looked at him blankly and then nodded before she turned to look back out the window. Elvis sighed and started to slow the car looking for somewhere to pull off. It wasn’t technically a lie. There was under a quarter of a tank left and though he was sure it would be enough to get them back to the city to fill up he didn’t know how much longer he could drive without her uttering a word. He turned down a long lane which ran parallel to a river before eventually pulling up in a small lot by the side of the road. It was a nice spot; it had a view of the water and the sun was sinking on the horizon on the other side causing a purply pink hue on the surface. In any other circumstance it would be almost picturesque, but not tonight. He put the car in park and waited, glimpsing at her a couple of times as he shifted in his seat waiting for her to say something. Anything.   Waiting for her to utter something was unbearable. He wanted to know everything that was going on in her head but he also wanted to speak. So he could tell her to forget her mother and that whatever she had done meant nothing. She didn’t need her. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and then mumbled, ‘is here alright? I mean we can go someplace else if-’ ‘What did she say?’ Addison said turning to look at him point blank. Her face was full of nervousness as if she was trying to brace herself for whatever he was going to tell her. ‘Ads,’ Elvis started uncertainly. ‘And don’t sugar coat it,’ she said cutting him off as he tried to talk back, ‘don’t pretend that you wouldn’t. I know you…but you don’t have to protect my feelings. I’m a big girl…and I…I want to know the facts. All of them. Black and white.’ ‘Are you sure?’ Elvis said with a wince. Addison took a deep breath and nodded. ‘I need to,’ she said. ‘It’s not pretty,’ he replied with a frown. ‘I know…but I need to know everything. Otherwise, I’ll drive myself insane like I have done all these years before. At least if you tell me I’ll have all the facts…because I know you won’t lie to me.’ ‘Never,’ Elvis said. That was true, in part. If this was what she needed he was going to be honest with her no matter how much it hurt because he wasn’t going anywhere. The pieces her mother had left behind he was going to clear up, like he was meant to. The only thing he couldn’t be honest with her about was the reason that made him want to in the first place, though even then she knew most of it. She knew he was there for her because he loved her. She just suspected it was familial, not romantic.   Elvis dove into the story about Mona coming to the house. He tried to sound as objective as he could as he recounted her demands and he tried to ignore the ache in his heart as Addison’s face crumpled and tried to recover time and time again as he mentioned her mother’s scandalous behaviour. As he finished she flopped back against her seat digesting every word as Elvis hung on for a response on tenterhooks. She stayed quiet for a moment before she mumbled a small, ‘wow.’ ‘Are you okay?’ he asked stupidly. He knew she wasn’t, but he didn’t know what else to ask. ‘Peachy,’ Addison said with a forced smile which disappeared as Elvis frowned, ‘don’t look at me like that. I’m good.’ ‘Addie your mom-’ ‘Really outdid herself this time I know,’ she said, ‘and the things she’s done. The things she threatened to do to me, you, and your family they’re despicable. I know that…but I’m sorta glad.’ ‘Glad?’ Elvis asked incredulously. ‘Yeah,’ she said quietly, ‘for the past two weeks, hell, five years, I’ve been wondering if she could ever change. If she could be the mom she was supposed to be. Now I know…she’s never gonna be that. Ever.’ ‘But-’ ‘Just give me a minute, okay?’ she asked, Elvis clamped his mouth shut and nodded. She was right, he wanted her to talk to him and now he was jumping down her throat the moment he got a chance.   ‘You seem worried that I’m gonna crumble but I promise I’m not. I’ve had a good few years of this remember?’ she said with a sad smile, ‘even as a kid I could figure out that she wasn’t the mom I needed and somewhere along the line I got used to that. I know it’s hard for you to wrap your head around…probably because your folks are good people but if anything…I’m kind of relieved. I mean the only reason I was even wondering or hoping she might change is that I’m on my own now. She’s the only blood I have left but she doesn’t even deserve that title. Using my dad like that, using me…she may be blood but she isn’t family. And I’m just glad we know now rather than later. I can put her out of my mind and get back to my life…and my real family.’   She smiled at him lacing it with the insinuation of what she meant which made him smile a little back at her. He could see her point. He’d known what Mona was like since he was ten years old so it figured that Addison had too. The only thing that could stop her from seeing it would be hope and that seemed to be well and truly stomped out of her now, which was a shame but he supposed it was for the best. Still, a tiny bit of guilt flowed through him which must have translated on his face as Addison’s brow furrowed as she watched him.   ‘What?’ she asked nervously. Elvis opened his mouth to speak and then pulled back. ‘Nothing bad,’ he said sighing as he saw disbelief cross her features, ‘okay maybe, I don’t know.’ ‘What is it?’ she asked. ‘The right thing I hope,’ he said nervously looking away as he continued, ‘you seem to be alright with Mona just up and leaving but I might’ve overstepped.’ ‘How so?’ she asked making Elvis face her again. He cleared his throat nervously. ‘Well, she was leaving either way, right? Like nothing was going to stop her,’ he said. ‘Uh huh,’ Addison said not seeing where he was going with his point. ‘So, when I paid her the money, I told her never to come to my home ever again. That I never wanted to see her ever again,’ he said. ‘Right…’ Addison said still unsure. Elvis wrung his hands together tightly as if trying to quell his newfound nervousness. ‘Well…I sorta told her never to bother you again either,’ he said, ‘that no matter what she stayed out of your life.’   The words hung in the air as she digested them, making knots take root in Elvis’ stomach, fearing he’d over step the mark. But then she nodded and said, ‘good. I’m glad.’ ‘Are you sure?’ Elvis asked. ‘I meant what I said. I don’t want her around. I’m done.’ ‘I’m glad,’ Elvis said, ‘I just didn’t want to be making assumptions for ya.’ ‘It’s okay. I know you meant well,’ she said with a sweet smile which lessened a little as she dropped her gaze to her lap, fiddling with the material of her school skirt as she mumbled, ‘in fact, you remind me a lot of my dad.’ ‘Yeah?’ Elvis asked. She looked back up at him and nodded. ‘He always thought about what was best for me too,’ she smirked, ‘he just wasn’t tough enough to stand up to my mother.’ ‘She’s got a way about her I can’t deny,’ he said. ‘I’m glad you could though,’ Addison said.   They sat there for a moment in silence though it was not uncomfortable. In fact, both of them seemed content with the way the conversation had gone and though it had been hard to face they were glad they did. After a while, Elvis glanced at her and found her watching the river flow through in front of them appearing more at ease than before. She seemed to sense him looking at her and faced him forcing him to have to speak, ‘do you want to head back yet? I mean I’m sure the coast will be clear now and-’ ‘No,’ she said quietly, ‘I mean not if we don’t have to.’ ‘We don’t have to,’ he said with a sympathetic smile, ‘I mean do you wanna go someplace besides home? I’m sure we can find somewhere.’ ‘Sure,’ she said though she seemed to rethink it before she added nervously, ‘actually…’ ‘What?’ ‘Can we just stay here for a little while?’ she said. Elvis nodded and watched wide-eyed as she started to scooch toward him. His arm was up on the back of the bench and he stiffened as she slotted in beside him resting her head on his lap as she curled up on the seat. His hand slipped down to rest on her though he didn’t know where to put it for the best. Eventually, he landed on her hair, stroking it softly as her eyes fluttered closed with contentment.   ‘Elvis?’ she asked after a moment making him pause in his movements. He was scared she was going to tell him to stop. That he’d misinterpreted her meaning and wanted him off of her. ‘Yeah?’ he asked waiting with bated breath. ‘Distract me?’ she said, her voice sounding a lot more fragile than he had expected. She had been so calm up to now and her ideas and perspective around her mother seemed so level-headed. ‘How?’ he said. ‘Anything,’ she replied as he felt her shrug against his leg, ‘tell me about the studio? Or your meetings?’ ‘Nothing really interesting happened,’ he said feeling his mind go suddenly blank. ‘Sing?’ she said. Elvis’s throat went dry as he was suddenly put on the spot. He sang to thousands of people at every gig he played but this somehow felt like the most important one he’d ever done. He didn’t know why. She had heard him sing before except now felt as though it had to be perfect. His reluctance seemed to translate to the moment as she started to push herself up watching him worriedly as she stumbled over her words, ‘I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to. It’s silly forget it-’ ‘No, no,’ he said reassuringly pushing her back down, ‘it’s fine. I want to…just couldn’t think of what to sing that’s all.’ ‘How about First in Line?’ ‘I thought you didn’t like my music,’ Elvis smirked which grew deeper as he felt her smile against his leg. ‘Hey if you’re gonna be like that I’ll take some Sinatra instead,’ she said. ‘No, no it’s fine,’ he chuckled, ‘never say I don’t cater to my audience. Even ones that don’t pay.’ ‘If I tip you a dollar will you stop talking and sing?’ she giggled moving so her hand was under her chin resting against Elvis’ thigh. He swallowed thickly trying to ignore the way it felt like an iron against his skin and retrieve the words in his brain. After a moment he managed to pull himself together and started to sing quietly.   When they gave out eyes like diamonds, That would shame the stars that shine, My darlin’, my darlin’, You were the first in line.   He continued, lightly stroking her hair as he sang. The only thing that could be heard apart from him was the rain drizzling against the windows and Addison’s breaths which slowly got more restful until Elvis was sure she was asleep. He was tired as well but he didn’t stop singing, instead, he just let whatever song popped into his head take over as he closed his eyes enjoying the moment.   But there’s no other could love you stronger, Any stronger than I do, Don’t refuse me, say you’ll choose me, I’m yours, oh please be mine.   Eventually, he fell asleep too.   When Elvis awoke he did so with a start. His eyes flew open, and it took him a moment to realise exactly where he was. As he came around, he felt his neck aching from resting back against the seat and the cold seeped into his bones. The only warmth came from the body that was still resting against his leg, curled up contently as she slept. Elvis smiled to himself as he shifted in his seat which caused her to stir, sitting up a little and looking at him in a sleep-addled haze as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. The more she came around the more concerned she appeared.   ‘What time is it?’ she asked. Her hand was still resting on his thigh though she didn’t seem to notice as she looked at him wide-eyed. Elvis lifted his arm up and checked his watch. ‘A little after eight,’ he said. ‘Jeez, how long were we out!? Your mama’s going to be pissed,’ Addison said. Elvis shrugged. He didn’t really care about his mother’s temperament at this moment in time. ‘She’ll be fine,’ he said, ‘they can probably guess I picked ya up.’ ‘And disappeared for hours,’ she said moving off of him, so she was sitting back in the passenger seat, straightening her uniform out so it was no longer the creased mess it had been. ‘Like I said she’ll understand,’ Elvis said. He fell quiet for a moment watching her as she pulled the sun visor down and peered into the mirror so she could fix her hair. Then he spoke. ‘Do you want to head back?’ he asked, silently hoping that she’d want to hang on just a little while longer. She seemed to think about it for a moment and then sighed. ‘I guess we probably should,’ she said with a grimace. ‘Yeah, you’re right,’ he mumbled though hope sparked inside him as she continued. ‘I mean I guess we could call? At least let them know that we’re okay. I mean I’m pretty hungry and I could go for something to eat. How about you?’ she asked. ‘Starving,’ Elvis said with a soft smile that was returned. His stomach rumbled at the thought of food though it hadn’t even occurred to him before that moment. He tried to recall the last time he had eaten, probably back at the studio and for Addison even earlier so he was glad she had suggested it. But even without the bonus of quenching his hunger he didn’t want to go back just yet. He didn’t want to put her through the onslaught of questions and pity that would inevitably come because she was doing so well.   ‘Let’s get to it then,’ she said with a soft sigh, ‘there’s bound to be someplace around here we can stop.’   Elvis nodded and for the second time that evening, he did as he was told and drove. They travelled along the long winding lanes of backwoods Tennessee trying to recall if they had seen anything on their way up there. Soon enough a gas station came into view and Elvis pulled in figuring they could ask someone if there was anywhere to go. As they pulled up beside a pump on the forecourt an older man in overalls appeared at the store door and came towards them. Elvis rolled his window down as he appeared at the side of the car resting his hand on the top of the door. He looked to be in his sixties with a short amount of hair on the back and sides of his head and an absence of it up top. The lines around his eyes were deep made even deeper as he squinted at Elvis though he remained unphased as he took the man in.   ‘Yeah?’ he said gruffly waiting for Elvis to speak. Elvis was taken aback by his roughness though he figured that out around these parts there needn’t be many niceties exchanged as it wasn’t as if there was another gas station around to take your business to. He glanced at Addison who seemed more unnerved than him as she was watching the man worriedly as she chewed on her bottom lip.   ‘Uh, right,’ Elvis said lifting his hips so he could shimmy his wallet out of his back pocket. He flicked it open quickly and pulled a couple of crisp bills out of it handing them over to the man in question who looked at them with a smile, ‘whatever that’ll get me.’ ‘Right away sir,’ he said suddenly becoming a tad more amenable with a couple of green bills in his palm. Elvis watched as he moved to start filling up before he glanced back at Addison who still seemed uncertain. They didn’t speak though as the man would be sure to hear whatever they said. Eventually, the man stopped and moved towards Elvis’ window.   ‘Should be good to go now,’ he said wiping his hands on a cloth out of his pocket. ‘Thank you, sir,’ Elvis said, ‘say you don’t know where we could get something to eat around here?’ ‘There’s a diner not too far ahead. Turn left about a mile that way,’ the man said pointing to the way they had been headed before they’d turned off, ‘not too shabby and it’s open all night.’ ‘Great, they got a phone?’ Elvis asked. ‘I don’t know about that but there’s a payphone over there,’ he said pointing to a phone booth beside the store. ‘Mind if I use it?’ Elvis asked. ‘Knock yourself out,’ the man said. Elvis nodded and quickly pulled another bill from his wallet offering it to the man who thanked him quickly and then scurried back into the store. When he was gone Addison relaxed a little.   ‘I’m just going to call home, okay?’ he said with a reassuring smile before he climbed out of the car. His door was no sooner shut before Addison was out of her side and appearing next to him, ‘everything alright?’ ‘I’m not sitting in there on my own,’ she said clutching his sleeve by the elbow as they walked towards the phone booth. ‘He’s not that bad,’ Elvis said checking to see that the man was no longer around. Fortunately, the coast was clear. ‘Yeah because he wasn’t staring at you,’ she said nervously. ‘Addie-’ Elvis protested but she shook her head. ‘Just don’t leave me by myself, okay?’ she asked looking at him pleadingly causing worry to run through him. Had he missed something? Maybe he hadn’t noticed what she had, too focused on her than the guy filling up. Maybe he didn’t see the situation the same because he was a well-built twenty-two-year-old guy. Or maybe there was more to her nervousness than met the eye. Maybe being left behind once today was enough to have her on edge. He could feel her grip on his jacket pulling the material taught to his skin but he didn’t stop her. Instead, he nodded and headed to the phone booth with her beside him.   They got inside quickly and shut the door, ignoring the fact it was a bit of a squeeze to have the pair of them inside as it meant they wouldn’t be heard. Elvis put his money in and dialled holding the phone between their ears so they could both hear it as it rang out. Finally, the ringing tone lifted and a gruff, panicked voice came on the other end.   ‘Presley residence,’ the voice said. ‘Red?’ Elvis asked. ‘EP am I glad to hear from you,’ Red said with a sigh of relief, ‘where the hell did you go man?’ ‘I went to pick Addie up,’ Elvis said as if it was self-explanatory. ‘Yeah, hours ago,’ Red said, ‘you just took off dude.’ ‘She needed a minute,’ he said glancing at her. She was chewing on her lip again nervously, but he shook his head as if trying to reassure her. ‘Well your mama’s going out of her mind-’ ‘Is that him?’ he heard his mother say shrilly from somewhere near the phone which was followed by some indistinct mumbling and then her appearing on the other end of the line with a series of rapid-fire questions, ‘Boobie is that you? Are you okay? Is Addie okay? Does she know about Mona? That woman-’ ‘Geez Satnin slow down,’ Elvis said with a small chuckle, ‘yes, yes, yes and yes, alright?’ ‘Good, good,’ she said as she digested the information before she changed tact, ‘then what the hell do you think you’re playing at?!’ ‘Mama,’ Elvis groaned making Addison smirk a little. ‘No phone call and you disappear after well, you know what and we’re here wondering what the hell is going on-’ ‘Mama I’m sorry okay?’ he asked making her go quiet, ‘Addie just needed a minute and I figured it was better than coming back and getting stuck in the crossfire.’ ‘Yeah well you might have a point,’ his mother replied, ‘how is she?’ ‘Fine,’ he said catching Addison’s unsure gaze. The hurt from before flickered behind them for a second before she straightened up as if unbothered, ‘we can talk later. I should go.’ ‘You won’t be home too late right?’ Gladys replied. ‘No, we’re gonna get something to eat and then we’ll be back home,’ he said clearing his throat. Addison had moved away now as if suddenly feeling like she was intruding, a fact made all the more clear to him when he noticed her hand wasn’t on his arm anymore. Elvis straightened and took the phone away from where she was standing as if this was now a private conversation though he was just concerned his mother would keep on adding salt to the wound. ‘Well don’t be too long now,’ she said. ‘Nah we won’t,’ Elvis said, ‘bye Satnin.’ ‘Bye darlin’,’ she said just before Elvis clicked the phone back onto its holder. Addison looked at him with an unconvincing smile which he returned as they shuffled out of the booth. She didn’t cling to him as they walked back to the car in fact, she walked a little quicker than him, getting to the car before he did and waiting for him to unlock it as she stood by the back door. Elvis looked at her confused.   ‘Hurry up would you I’m freezing,’ she said. Elvis unlocked the doors and she climbed inside quickly followed by him who watched her settle onto the back and shut the door firmly behind her. ‘What are you doing back there?’ he asked as she started fishing things out of her school bag. ‘Changing,’ she said. Elvis noted she now had a stack of clothes on the back seat, ‘I don’t want to draw any more attention than needed in that diner.’ ‘And you just happened to have a change of clothes?’ he asked with a perplexed smirk. ‘I didn’t know when I was…I mean I thought I was going to Nashville after school,’ she said dropping her gaze to her clothing which made Elvis long for the ground to swallow him up. Of course that was why she had a spare outfit. She was supposed to be halfway across the state by now. ‘Right,’ he said, ‘sorry I didn’t-’ ‘It’s okay,’ she said catching his eye again, ‘just drive. I’ll get changed back here.’   Elvis nodded and turned to start up the car and as he pulled out back into the winding roads of Tennessee he made sure to look solely out the windshield. He didn’t dare look back until he pulled into the parking lot of a small diner and when he did turn around he found Addison was ready. She now had on a pair of jeans and a thick sweater, and her hair was down out of the ribbon it had been tied up in.   ‘Ready?’ he asked, and she nodded before the pair of them climbed out though it had started raining more heavily on the drive over meaning they had to jog inside. Once under cover they looked around and found the diner virtually empty. It was a traditional mom-and-pop kind of shop with only one patron sitting at the counter and a couple in a booth in the back. Elvis could see a cook behind the hatch though there was no server around that he could see.   ‘Where do you wanna sit?’ he asked surveying the place. No one had even looked up as they entered so he figured it didn’t really matter though it had become a habit of his to stay close to the door and make sure he had a good view of everywhere should anything kick-off. ‘I’m easy,’ she shrugged, ‘I’m just gonna use the restroom. Order me a drink?’ ‘Sure,’ he said.   Addison headed towards the bathroom and slipped inside, sighing with relief as she realised there was no one in there with her because it gave her a minute to think. It gave her time to digest everything, the hurt and the pain of it all. Though it had been a rollercoaster of emotions she had meant what she said. She was glad her mother was gone and not coming back. It wasn’t that she wanted to lose another parent but it was better than wondering what if. At least this way there was something in her life she could be certain of especially when the rest of it seemed so open-ended at the moment.   And she was glad Elvis had been the one to tell her to tell her because she knew that even though he wanted to protect her if she asked for the truth he wouldn’t lie to her. She was thankful that he’d give her the facts straight even if they hurt her deep inside. Knowing the truth was what would help her move past it.   Yet for all her toughness she couldn’t deny that she was feeling rejected and angry. Her mother didn’t want her, in fact, she’d rather use her to make a quick buck. That hurt. It also hurt more because she knew how much her father had fought not to leave her. How even through pain and suffering he had wanted to be by her side pretending that everything was okay. Her mother couldn’t even manage two weeks of pretending -she’d been too focused on the pay-out. She went to stand by the sink, resting her hands on it as she looked at herself in the grubby mirror and thought about her mother. She wondered how far $5000 would get her and if she’d keep her promise of staying away when the money ran out.   Then she thought of Elvis and sighed softly. She seemed to be accumulating quite a debt to her friend but as she thought about the way he looked at her in the car she knew he didn’t care one iota about the money.   ‘Yeah, because he’s got enough not to have to worry about it,’ a sarcastic voice echoed in her mind. She stomped that thought out quickly. She knew he didn’t care about the money. It was evident in the way he had acted tonight that the last thing on his mind was however much her mother had wrung out of him. He cared for her. She had felt it in the way he had held her, in the way he had stroked her hair when she cuddled into him. She hadn’t even been thinking about seeming like the needy teenager she was sure she appeared to be. She had longed for him to hold her and he had, making her heart hurt just a little less.   It had made her feel safe, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. In fact she could remember the last time she had felt it, like she was home.   Addison was pacing up and down the waiting room, treading over the rug so many times it was sure to be threadbare by the time she finished. Her movements only slowed as the waiting room door clicked open and Dr Matthews came inside. He was an older man with glasses that lived on the end of his nose and a face that seemed odd with a smile on it. It looked odd now. He was forcing a weak smile as he entered the room, gesturing for Addison to take a seat. She didn’t move, instead she wrapped her arm around her locked elbow as if shielding herself from whatever he was going to say. She hadn’t known him long though she had come to see him repeatedly over the past few months as her father’s health continued to decline. And she could tell that whatever he was going to say wasn’t going to be good.   ‘Addison,’ Dr Matthews started uneasily but Addison couldn’t wait. ‘Is he okay?’ she asked staring at him so intently as if she could will his answer to be different. ‘He’s fine at the moment,’ the man sighed, ‘but it’s not good.’ ‘But he can get better?’ she asked though her voice sounded hollow and foreign. Dr Matthews sighed gesturing for her to take a seat beside him as he sat down in a hard plastic chair. Though she didn’t want to she followed suit somehow feeling that it was her job to put the doctor at ease rather than the other way around. ‘I’m afraid not,’ he said placing a hand on her knee. She stared at it trying to ignore the way tears stung her eyes as he continued, ‘the cancer has become very advanced, as we feared it might-’ ‘But his last treatment-’ Addison hiccupped. ‘As I told your father it wasn’t guaranteed to cure it…just buy more time,’ he said sadly. ‘How long?’ she said looking at him as tears spilt over her lash line and down her face. ‘I couldn’t say for certain,’ Dr Matthews said with a solemn expression. ‘Can he at least go home? Instead of this place,’ she said gesturing to the beige walls of the hospital which made her feel nauseated just looking at them. Dr Matthews grimaced, ‘he’s not going home, is he?’ ‘I worry the strain would be too much,’ Dr Matthews said, ‘but we have an excellent team here. He’ll be as comfortable as we can make him.’ ‘Yeah,’ Addison said placing her tongue in her cheek as she tried to stop herself from sobbing.   ‘And we do have support…for you,’ Dr Matthews said catching her gaze, ‘I mean I don’t know about your family but I’ve only ever seen you around here. Do you have someone you can-’ ‘Oh yeah,’ Addison sniffed, wiping her tears from her face. He was fishing for details on her life. Wondering whether or not the grieving teenager needed to be referred to CPS. Addison thought quickly. ‘My mom’s at home,’ she said continuing even though Dr Matthew’s eyes narrowed, ‘they’re separated and they don’t get along but she’s been here through this whole thing.’ ‘Are you sure because-’ ‘I’m fine,’ she lied, ‘it’s fine. I promise.’ ‘Well if you need anything let me know, okay?’ he asked with a sincere smile. Addison nodded and allowed him to pat her gently on the knee before he got up and left.   She took a moment to push the tears and the aching in her chest down and then stood and took a deep breath before she headed towards her father’s hospital room. It was the same as it had been all the other days she had been to visit him - too stiff and clinical. The smell of cleaning solution burned her nostrils and the noise of her dad’s oxygen tank mixed in with the crackle of the radio made her head hurt. She looked at him in the bed and frowned. He looked years older than he was and his face seemed practically a grey-white colour though he didn’t seem bothered as he slept undisturbed. Her attention was caught as the radio tuned into the correct station and the host started to introduce the next song.   ‘That was Young Love by Tab Hunter but now we have our very own Memphis boy shaking up your airwaves with his new hit single. That’s right folks playing for you for the fourth time today we have Elvis Presley and ‘All Shook Up’,’ the DJ said as an upbeat song started to echo around the room. Addison lurched forward and switched it off anger suddenly bubbling through her though she didn’t know why. Up to now it had been quite nice to hear her old friend on the radio from time to time. It had been nice to know that someone from the same neighbourhood she came from was doing so well, but today it felt like a slap in the face.   ‘I was listening to that,’ a weak voice said from behind her making her whip around to find her daddy watching her, a soft smile on his face. ‘Sorry, I thought you were sleeping,’ she said, ‘I can turn it back on if you want.’ ‘Nah it’s okay,’ he said beckoning her over. She came and perched on the edge of his bed watching him with concern as he pushed himself up the bed, coughing violently as he did so. Addison hovered her hands around him as she wondered what she could do to relieve him. As he fell back against his pillows he winced. ‘Do you want me to get a nurse?’ she asked going to stand up but her daddy waved her off. ‘Addie-’ he said though he was struck down by coughing as he did. ‘How about water? Another blanket or something?’ she said as if fussing over him would push her sadness out of her. As he finally stopped, looking at her exhaustedly, she felt those tears from before return. ‘I’m fine,’ he said, ‘don’t fuss baby.’ ‘But the doctor said-’ ‘I know what he said, and I know what he’s told you but trust me. I’m fine,’ Joe said placing his hand on hers. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that the doctors were wrong and that her dad could get through this like he had every other setback he’d had in life. But looking at him in that hospital bed made her realise that that was not going to be the case. She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer and dropped it to where his hand was holding hers as the tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled under her chin.   ‘Oh sweetheart don’t cry,’ he said reaching to tilt her now damp chin up as he gestured for her to come to him. She did. She didn’t care that she was far too big to fit in the small hospital bed alongside him or that she was wearing a full set of clothes and shoes that dirtied the bed linen as she climbed in properly. At that moment she slotted herself beside him and allowed him to wrap an arm around her whilst his other hand stroked her hair gently. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered after her words finally seemed to come back to her. ‘Don’t be,’ he said. ‘I’m supposed to be looking after you,’ she sniffled making Joe chuckle. ‘You’re my baby girl,’ he said, ‘I’ve looked after you since the day you were born you think I’m gonna stop now?’ ‘I guess not,’ she said with a sad giggle. They fell silent for a moment the only noise was their joint breathing, of which Joe’s was a lot faster. She wasn’t actively crying anymore, if anything the tears seemed to be flowing of their own accord though she couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than gut-wrenching sobs. She figured it was probably better this way. After all, she was supposed to be looking after her father, not the other way around. Yet she couldn’t will herself to. She wanted him to look after her because she felt safe with him now, as she always had, and it was going to kill her to lose that. So, she decided to cling to it a little longer.   ‘Daddy?’ she asked shakily. Joe shifted a little though she didn’t look up at him as he said, ‘mmm?’ ‘Sing to me?’ ‘It’s been a while doll,’ he chuckled softly though when she didn’t reply he cleared his throat and said, ‘what do you wanna hear?’ ‘Anything,’ she said feeling Joe nod in response. He stayed quiet for a moment before he started humming to himself and then eventually started to sing.   I wonder who’s kissing her now? Wonder who’s teaching her how? Wonder who’s looking into her eyes. Breathing sighs an’ telling lies?   I wonder who’s buyin’ the wine. For the lips that I used to call mine? Wonder if she ever tells him of me? I wonder who’s kissing her now?   It wasn’t amazing. His voice was scratchier than it used to be and Addison was sure he fumbled a couple of the words as he went through. But at that moment she didn’t care. It wasn’t amazing but it was perfect.   The sadness in that memory almost engulfed her before she was able to pull out of it and back into the reality of a diner bathroom. It had been less than a week after that moment when she’d lost him. And since then she hadn’t had that comfort or security at all. Until tonight. Yes, her mother was gone but she didn’t feel alone. In fact, she felt more than that. She felt loved.   She was snapped from her thoughts when another woman came into the restroom forcing her to flee quickly into a stall and pee as planned. Once she was done she washed up and headed back out to the dining area. When she got to Elvis he smiled at her as she slid into the booth though the waitress that was standing beside the table barely even clocked her as she continued chatting to him.   ‘I just can’t believe you’re here! My friends would die if they knew you were in the diner,’ she gushed. Elvis smiled politely. ‘Well it’s a nice place you got here,’ he said. ‘Even nicer with you in it,’ she said with a wry smile making Addison roll her eyes. Elvis noted it right away. ‘Thanks, say uh, Sheryl,’ he said checking her name badge, ‘can we get those sodas now?’ ‘Oh,’ Sheryl said a tad dejected before she said, ‘of course. Be right back.’   As she walked away Elvis watched her go before he turned back to find Addison watching him. She dropped her gaze to the menu but he didn’t follow suit. Instead, he watched her, something inevitably ticking over in her mind as she seemed to be having a conversation with herself. Before he could wonder too much Sheryl reappeared, two Pepsi colas in hand which she placed in front of them both.   ‘Decided what you’re having?’ she asked looking solely at Elvis. Addison could feel irritation bubbling away in her stomach. She knew it was irrational. She knew this poor girl had no idea what was going on in her life or between them but something about her openly flirting with Elvis rubbed her up the wrong way. What if they were a couple? Sheryl didn’t know that. After all, they could have been on a date for all she knew.   ‘Just a club sandwich,’ Elvis said handing her back the menu with a flirtatious smile. ‘And you-’ ‘Same,’ Addison said cutting her off mid-sentence. Sheryl nodded and took the menu out of Addison’s extended hand as Elvis watched on confused. One the waitress disappeared and he leaned in and said, ‘everything alright?’ ‘Fine,’ she said, her fingers playing with the straw bobbing out of the bottle, ‘she seems nice.’ ‘She’s alright,’ Elvis said, ‘big fan apparently.’ ‘It seems so,’ Addison said tersely. ‘That a problem?’ Elvis frowned unable to keep up with the continuing range of emotions his best friend was emitting tonight. ‘She was flirting with you,’ Addison said though she seemed to notice the insinuation in her voice immediately as she straightened up. Elvis however leaned in further, his interest piqued. ‘Is she jealous?’ he asked himself as he watched her force her emotions back under that perfect mask of hers. Instead of asking that though he defaulted to, ‘is that a problem?’ ‘No,’ Addison said coolly, ‘I just…I’m not exactly in the mood for agog fans at the minute that’s all.’ ‘Oh, yeah, I didn’t think,’ Elvis said his hope dwindling a little. ‘It’s not your fault,’ she said softly, ‘I’m probably just not the best company to be around right now.’ ‘You’re always the best company,’ Elvis said earnestly, ‘look how about we asked for them to go? We can eat in the car or something?’ ‘Are you sure?’ Addison asked her frosty demeanour disappearing by the second. ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘anyways she’s not my type.’ ‘I thought 'girl’ was your type,’ Addison said with a smirk. Elvis shrugged, ‘nah.’ ‘So what is?’ Addison said leaning in as she watched him carefully. Elvis seemed to think of an answer that disappeared as quickly as it came and Addison watched as he shrugged and said, ‘another time. Here she comes. I’m gonna use the bathroom. You ask for them to go and settle the check I’ll meet you by the car okay?’   And before she could say anything he left dropping his wallet down on the table before he walked towards the bathroom and away from where Sheryl was approaching now looking forlorn as she placed two plates down on the table.   ‘Actually, can we get these to go?’ Addison asked. Sheryl’s mouth pursed but then she plastered on a fake smile and nodded, ‘sure. Follow me to the counter and I’ll run it through for ya.’   Addison followed, taking her bottles of soda in one hand and Elvis’ wallet in her other as Sheryl headed behind the counter and stuffed their sandwiches into to-go containers. Once that was done she stacked them on top of one another on the counter and ran their order through the register.   ‘$1.45,’ Sheryl said. Addison nodded and popped her sodas on the counter so she could pull some money from his wallet. Having ruined the poor girl’s night she grabbed a slick five-dollar bill and handed it over muttering, ‘keep the change,’ as she did so which seemed to brighten the waitress’ mood. As she manoeuvred her order into one hand she went to fold his wallet back over so she could slip it into her back pocket but something grabbed her attention.   In the clear slot at the front of his wallet was a picture of her and him. The one Darla had taken of them when there weren’t paying attention. They looked happy and completely oblivious as to what was happening around them as if they were the only ones in the room. Her heartbeat quickened a little. As she walked out to the parking lot her mind wandered through everything. Why did he have it? Was it just a momento or something more? She didn’t know any boy who kept a photo in their wallet of someone they weren’t dating and that thought made her heart swell with hope. It was a hard road to navigate and for the longest time she had been telling herself it was crazy. But looking at that picture of them together and the way he had looked at her tonight made her feel as if it wasn’t that far-fetched at all.  She guessed she’d just have to see what happened next.

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Headcanons for the Derry Girls Halloween Episode:

. The gang end up going to the Fatboy Slim concert while the adults are at a costume party hosted by Janette Joyce, who's attempting to repair her friendship with Mary and the girls (baby Anna is in the care of a babysitter).

. Everyone is positively buzzing for the concert - well, mostly. This is the first time James and Erin after the Donegal kiss, and like most teens would be, they're feeling confused as hell and kind of down in the dumps that they most likely can't be together. Erin being Erin is determined to just shove her feelings down inside and enjoy the concert.

. We all know the gang are dressed as angels for the concert but I think the adults' costumes would be really fun. Gerry gets roped into being part of a group ABBA costume with Mary, Sarah and Ciaran and Granda Joe tries to incorporate Seamus into his but is stopped by Mary's insistence that he can't bring a cat with murderous tendencies to a Halloween party.

. Mary finally gets to hoke inside the Joyce's house and cannot believe her eyes at the eight bedrooms with en-suites. The sheer size of the kitchen makes her catch her breath.

. It's hinted that Granda Joe has a heart attack in this episode and while it's obviously a very serious thing, I think the setup could be really funny. For example, Ciaran and Sarah have been going steady for about a year now, so what if he decides to take the leap at this party and propose? And at the exact moment he does and he and Sarah and everyone else is celebrating, Granda Joe clutches his chest and collapses. Luckily Janette's husband Richard is able to give him something from his medical bag while the ambulance is called and Gerry is sent out to find the girls.

. Back at the concert things are not going great for Erin. She's trying to enjoy herself but just can't get that kiss out of her head. The rest of the girls are having the time of their lives (and I'll think we'll see Claire meet a love interest!) and suddenly she sees James across the room chatting with a girl. They go off to dance and something just snaps in Erin and she storms out on the verge of tears. As we've seen from the photos James follows her and they have an argument - Erin says she knows she said they couldn't be together but not because she doesn't feel the same way, because of what Michelle said and the repercussions it could have and maybe if they weren't in Derry it would be different and James clearly feels the same but because of their situation they're sort of in an impossible situation.

And Erin is about to say something else when they get interrupted by Gerry in full ABBA attire racing down the hallway towards them, and he fills them in on what's happened to Joe and they have to gather the rest of the gang and get to the hospital.

. When they arrive everyone's a mess. Poor Ciaran is sitting in the waiting room with Sarah patting his shoulder while he's having hysterics about accidentally killing his future father-in-law and Mary's pacing up and down the room with a death grip on her rosary. Orla (who I'm 100% certain is autistic) is quickly overwhelmed by the confusing scene and has to be comforted by the girls. They spend two full hours waiting in agonising silence, all the while Erin's thoughts being bombarded with horrible possibilities and outcomes and she can't face losing her grandad so she just gets up and walks away as fast as she can. She doesn't even know where's she going until she hears James calling out behind her, having followed her to make sure she's okay and she wants to tell him to go away, that she can't deal with their shit on top of all of this but instead she just... crumbles. She cries harder than she ever has before and James just immediately pulls her into a hug and comforts her while she lets its all out. And when she's finally done she just looks up at him and says she can't wait. She doesn't want to after what's just happening, life's too fucking short, and grabs his face and they kiss in the empty hallway.

. Meanwhile, the doctor finally comes out and informs everyone that it turns out Ciaran did not in fact accidentally kill Joe, but that Joe has a genetic disease that causes clogged arteries combined with the fact that he ate too many cheese cubes at the party. He also tells them Joe will be waking up in a few minutes and they're welcome to sit in his room until then. Ciaran nearly sobs with relief before realising with a degree of horror that now Joe's not dead, he may very well kill him for proposing to Sarah😅

. Mary goes off to find Gerry, who's getting tea for everyone and missed the news that Joe's stable. After navigating the maze of corridors and rooms she goes through a door and to her surprise finds her husband, standing still as a statue, peering round the corner and into a hallway. She approaches him to tell him the news but is quickly shushed by a shocked Gerry, who responds to her bewildered look by just pointing down the hall to the figures of their daughter and the wee English fella wrapped in each other's arms and kissing passionately.

. For a good minute neither of them know what to say, until Gerry remarks that maybe they should give them a few minutes before breaking the news about Joe. They attempt to make a sneaky exit and tiptoe away but Gerry accidentally stubs his foot on a bin and manages to knock the entire thing over with a very loud clang in perfect Derry Girls comedic timing, which alerts Erin and James to their presence. Erin is just about up to here with people walking in on her and James shifting and just shouts,

"For God's sake, is there no such thing as privacy?!"

To which Mary retorts that they're in a public hospital. Meanwhile Gerry's brain has gone completely blank, still shocked by the image of his daughter snogging the face off James fecking Maguire, so he just does the first thing that comes to mind, grabs James's hand and starts shaking it vigorously. And James and Erin can only stare at him in absolute confusion until Mary yanks his hand away and asks what the hell he's doing, to which he responds he just panicked😅 She rolls her eyes at her eejit husband and says they'll discuss whatever the feck's happening between James and Erin later, and marches the trio back to Granda Joe's room.

. Granda Joe is now awake but absolutely flying on the morphine. He's convinced he's in heaven due to the fact that five angels appear to have congregated around his bed, and keeps asking if God would allow him to bring Seamus the cat with him to eternity. That is, until Gerry enters the room and he remarks that this must be some strange version of hell. Michelle nearly chokes trying to keep her laughter in. Ciaran keeps hovering nervously by the edge of the room until Joe nods towards him and says to Sarah that her fella's a disaster at proposing but if he makes her happy he supposes he can learn to tolerate him.

. That's all I've got! Feel free to add to this and comment your feedback:)

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