#have to say i thought it was a little mean that joe assumed it was a reading comprehension problem with the shulker debacle but eh. they're

[icallhimjoey]

Could we do a prequel of “ground rules” like what really happened that night..

someone requested this nearly a whole year ago, i found it whilst trying to clean up my inbox and, okay so FINE, the girlies want smut ???? they can GET it, enjoy (fiy: this can totally be read on its own w/o needing to be aware of what ground rules is even about) (cw: 18+ smut) Wordcount: 4.9K

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Inside Out & Outside In

(read Ground Rules here)

Ghosted.

You’d seen this guy three times, had talked to each other for over a month.

Ghosted.

Three lovely dates. Were absolutely planning on taking it there tonight. Had shaved your whole body, were wearing matching underwear which never fucking happened, were lotioned and potioned and ready. Smelled fucking amazing.

Only to be fucking ghosted.

He said he’d meet you at a certain restaurant you’d really wanted to go to, and then… just didn’t show. Calls went unanswered until they got declined. Blocked? Maybe. But why? For what? Weren't you unbelievably hot, and nice, and kind, and smart, and cute, et cetera, et cetera?

After waiting for way longer than you should’ve, you texted a friend. Asked if they were still having people over that night and if it was okay if you stopped by too – you’d turned down the invite earlier, because you had a hot date, obviously.

“yes please come! everyone’s here” got followed by a more concerned, “everything ok?”

No, not really, but maybe after another drink you would be.

You walked into your friend’s flat and were welcomed by about fifteen people shouting loud heys and hellos, all upbeat and happy and cheery.

Joe took one look and saw you were definitely not feeling all upbeat or happy or cheery, and went to fetch you a drink whilst you explained to the friend you’d texted that he just… he didn’t show up.

“What the fuck? He just… he just bailed on you? Did you call? Or text?”

“I did, but–”

“Weren’t you seeing him for a little while already?” someone else chimed in, and you realized that your friend must’ve informed everyone else. Or, at least, some people. Not that this was a huge party – just, a get-together, a gathering. Just some people over in her flat, drinks and snacks and loud laughter with some background music going. Like a night at the pub, but cheaper, and open ‘til later.

“No they went on– you went on a couple dates, right? My God, and to then just…”

“Did you get stood up?”

“Yea, I–”

“Hey, come on,” Joe interrupted, holding up a drink for you but nodding his head towards the balcony. Get you out of this overwhelming bombarding of questions. You didn’t need telling twice.

Outside, you leant on the banister with Joe next to you and just took quiet sips of your drinks in silence for a second. Joe rolled a cigarette and didn’t really say anything. Didn’t ask anything. Not until you sniffed loudly and he saw you were trying your best to blink tears away, to suck the excess water that was starting to pool there back into your tear ducts somehow.

“Hey, he’s an idiot. Proper dickhead.”

You let a wet laugh escape you and nodded. “Yea, he is.”

“How long did you wait around for?”

You winced, annoyed and disappointed with yourself for how long you sat in that restaurant by yourself.

“Too long,” but then you immediately defended, “But you know, I didn’t want to assume the worst. What if something happened? What if there was a good reason for– maybe he was just running late, you know? People run late sometimes for valid reasons, don't they?”

Joe nodded, lighting his cigarette and filling his lungs with smoke before he blew it out to the side, away from you. Considerate.

“You’re too kind for this world, you know?”

You grimaced, and Joe went, “No, that’s a good thing! We need more people like that. Like you.”

“Yea. Well. Thanks, I guess...”

You didn’t mean it, thought it just made your life unnecessarily and unfairly difficult, but Joe wasn’t one to press it any further.

Another silence fell where you listened to the noises coming from inside. Someone knocked over a glass which caused commotion and you could hear the beat, the soft bass, of whatever song was playing.

You drank, and Joe smoked in between sips and you both looked down at the street. A car was trying to parallel park and failing miserably at it. The silence and lack of attention on you was just what you needed to open up.

“I was really starting to fancy him,”

“Yea? Already?”

“Wouldn’t have gone to see him again if I didn’t,”

“Makes sense,” Joe tapped some ashes over the banister, “That’s actually smart… also makes this extra shit.”

Yea, it did.

“I think… maybe I’m just, I think I’m just a bad judge of character, because I don’t–” you stopped because your throat did something funny. You had to cough to mask the sob that got stuck in there and tried to hide your wet eyes as you turned away from Joe.

But Joe saw.

Joe knew.

“Darlin’,” Joe tossed his cigarette and took hold of you by a shoulder. Made you turn back to make eye-contact.

Yea, you were definitely crying.

“Come here.”

You got pulled into a hug and decided that, yea, fuck it, you were totally allowed to cry actually. A shitty thing had happened and it was absolutely fine to be sad about that. It didn’t exactly help that whilst you waited at the restaurant, you’d downed two fat glasses of wine already and were now halfway through a beer, but... Joe was there and he was nice, and friendly, and was warm and hugged you tight, and didn’t ask invasive questions, and, wasn’t that somehow just exactly what you needed?

You stood like that for a while, just in Joe’s tender embrace in the cold air, blinking slow tears down your face every now and then.

A knock on the window made you want to turn, to pull away from Joe to see who that was and why they wanted your attention. But Joe wouldn’t let you. You felt how he shook his head at whoever was on the other side of the sliding door and didn’t let his grip waver.

Apparently there was some sort of nonverbal communication, because next you felt Joe jerk his head to the side. You imagined he nodded in the direction he wanted that person to disappear into. Imagined his frowning fuck off facial expression.

“Who is that?” you asked, voice a little constricted because you had a throat full of weird emotions.

“No one important.”

You huffed a laugh. The people inside were all of your friends – they were all important.

After another short silence, Joe let his arms slip down and pulled back. You weren’t off the hook yet, though. Joe kept his arms loosely around you and forced eye-contact.

“You okay?”

“Yea...” you lied as you sniffed.

“...you sure?”

You huffed a laugh and were honest when you said, “No.”

You saw Joe’s worried eyes scan your features, seemingly looking for something hidden in your eyes. Then his eyes cast down and looked at the drink you were holding still.

“Need something stronger?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe smiled at you, impossibly warm, and kind, and sweet. It was the sort of grin that was impossible not to copy.

“I’ll be just a sec,” Joe said, stepping towards the door. “Do not do anythi– keep both those feet on the ground, no irrational silly decisions.”

You gave him a deadpan stare followed by an eye-roll that made him laugh.

“All right. Just checking,” Joe disappeared inside and couldn’t fight his smile.

Neither could you.

Inside you saw people try to grab his attention, try to ask him if you were okay, what was going on with you. It was all well-meant attention, but exactly the opposite of what Joe wanted. He’d assigned himself the role of carer for the night. Would lend you either shoulder of his for you to cry on for however long you needed.

Joe wasn't going to lie; he fucking loved this.

Obviously it was awful that you were sad, but to be able to swing in and protect a fragile pretty girl all night? Sign him the fuck up.

It’s why he ended up ignoring everyone for the rest of the night. Told people to leave you alone, that you needed a minute, to not bother you a second. Hogged you all night. Kept you out on the balcony and fetched you drinks and snacks. And when you started getting cold, only more reason to hug you, to try and keep you warm.

And, listen, so what if you started playing up how sad you actually really were?

So what if you used a face on Joe that you knew would make him go, “No, stop it, don’t cry, enough now,” whilst using a palm to push your head into his chest?

So what if, after a quiet murmuring conversation whilst hugging, you shivered because just Joe’s arms around your back weren’t warming you up enough, and to fix it, Joe opened his coat and let you snuggle inside whilst he wrapped the wool mix fabric tightly around your back?

So what if you were a little more into the attention than you were letting on, and started mentally thanking the universe for that wanker standing you up tonight?

You deserved nice things too.

And Joe was a nice thing.

Joe made soft jokes about the people you were both looking at inside. Said some of them definitely deserved to be ghosted by someone, unlike you. Made you turn your attention towards the moon, because look how nice it looked tonight. Let you complain about your lack of love life and was self-deprecating about his love life in return, just to make you smile.

Joe let you try a hand at rolling a cigarette for him, which you’d never done before. It was obvious too. When you handed him a barely-there sad excuse for a cigarette, all pretend-proud because you knew exactly how shite it was, Joe carefully took it from you and inspected it with a funny face, eyes all narrow, eyebrows up high on his face. Made you giggle. But then he went and actually tried to light it, and you laughed, tried to take it from him and said, “No, don't actually smoke it!” but Joe was quick to hold it out of your reach as he blew out a little smoke and said, “It's perfect.”.

Joe warmed you up from the inside out and from the outside in. With more drinks, and whispered jokes, and empathetic eyes, and squeezing hugs, and with the body heat trapped between his button-down and his coat.

After one particular tight squeeze, you felt your whole body react. Unmistakably you felt it mostly inside of your underwear.

Fanny-flutter.

That sort of made sense. How could any of this not have an effect on you? And it wasn’t as if it didn’t have an effect on Joe, either.

You easily confessed, alcohol in your veins lessening the sensitivity to rejection, not at all bothered about what Joe's reaction would be. You had expected it would definitely make him feel awkward, would maybe scare him off, but instead, he’d gone, “Yea? Feel this,” and had guided your hand to his crotch. He was half-hard.

Inside, one of your friends saw and grabbed another by the forearm, eyes bulging with shock. Joe’s coat covered your hand from direct view, and the light from inside reflected in the windows, but that was definitely your hand pressing onto a penis. The windows were big and you were stood right in front. How was no one to notice this? It was just the one friend at first though, but her gasp followed by the arm grab made two people see.

Then two more.

Then five, seven– eight.

“Did he just...?”

“I fucking told you– I called it! Didn't I call this an hour ago?”

You faked needing to go to the toilet and left without telling your friends goodbye.

Two minutes later Joe excused himself, said he was tired and would see everyone next week, and had found you waiting for him just outside the building.

He took some hurried steps and stopped to stand right in front of you, peering down and smiling slightly. You’d been close all night, bodies either touching or close enough to touch, and even though it had just been mere minutes, Joe had started missing it already, so he stood close and looked down at you and smiled. Waited.

His coat was hanging open still from when you’d been inside of it, and with the wind picking up, you used it as an excuse to keep your hands and fingers busy because, what the fuck were you and Joe actually going to do?

Tension had risen enough on the balcony, and you’d essentially snuck out after revealing to each other that you’d turned each other on.

You and Joe didn’t do this.

Had never done this.

But all you knew is that you wanted to be close to him, and so your fingers slowly buttoned up his coat, starting from the bottom. Joe didn’t move and tried to control his breathing as he watched your eyes drag up his body one button at a time.

You let your hands linger after doing up the last one, fingers touching the fabric that covered his chest, and you swallowed as you stared. Imagined the skin that was hidden underneath all the layers there.  

“Mine or yours?” Joe asked, voice impossibly soft.

Your breath hitched, and on the back-end of an exhale you managed to say, “You live closer.”

“All right,” Joe grinned widely and presented his open palm, “Let’s go then.”.

You grabbed onto it and turned to start the short walk, but Joe was cemented in place and pulled you right back, swinging you back and right into him. You’d have laughed at how clumsy that collision felt if it wasn’t for Joe’s lips clashing with yours on the impact.

You wished it didn’t take you by surprise as much as it did, because you knew Joe must’ve felt how you went rigid all over for a second and he was about to pull back in response. Like he’d made a mistake and only realized by your reaction.

The slightest hint of Joe not kissing you, however, was enough to kickstart your whole system and you moved to chase after him which resulted in the kiss never even breaking, and Joe released a small noise from his throat.

Not a mistake, then.

He kissed you harder when you reciprocated, and it was cold out, but Joe was warm, and you and Joe had never done this before – had never even looked at each other and considered this to be a possibility, and it was exciting. The buildup had felt so very natural and, listen, you were both adults, weren’t you? Could do what you wanted to do. Didn’t have to talk everything over because, well, doing this, doing what your bodies felt like doing, was just nicer.

Joe shook his hand from the one he was still holding onto and moved them up to hold your face. Cupped your jaw and held your head in place as he kissed you more. You had to hold onto his wrists for fear of losing balance, or maybe for fear of floating away entirely.

The sound of a balcony door opening high up above you somewhere sprung anxiety into Joe’s legs.

He broke the kiss, found your hand again and said, “Quick. Come on,” and pulled you right along the pavement, your shorter legs doing the most to try and keep up.

Quick legs nearly jogged themselves down a couple of streets, and knees impatiently clicked in and out of over-stretching as you had to wait for some cars to pass when you had to cross a road. Joe took the moment to bring your colder hand up to his face, cupping it with both of his and blowing some hot air onto your fingers before he planted kisses there.

You let an almost pained noise escape you, said, “Can’t be so sweet to me. Makes me want to be sweet back.” which was music to Joe’s ears.

About a minute removed from Joe’s flat, you felt a drop on your forehead. Then another. You held out a hand, and felt how quickly the rain picked up.

“Shit, come on,” Joe said, squinting up at the sky and tightening his grip on your hand before he started running.

It only took a second for the couple of drops to turn into a sudden torrential downpour. The water was cold, and it hurt your forehead, but you were laughing as you ran. This all felt ridiculous.

Joe had to let go of your hand to get into his building, and you saw his wet hands fumble with his keys a little. Joe noticed his own shaky fingers and knew you were watching too, so he overdid it. Shook so hard, he dropped the keys and made you laugh.

“Oh my God, hurry up,” you pretended to want to take over, but you got playfully shoved to the side and just got more wet in the process.

Both ways.

When he eventually pushed the door open, he held it and did a silly little bow whilst gesturing for you to walk inside first.

Ever the gentleman. Meant he'd be outside in the rain longer.

He took hold of you by the waist with both hands and dug his fingers in firmly over your coat. You were a tipsy mess of soft giggles as you covered his hands with yours, easily letting yourself be lead towards the lift.

Each time there was a second of you not being as close, it was his hands to moved you back in.

Outside the lift you kissed some more.

Inside the lift you kissed some more.

Outside Joe’s door you kissed some more, hands roaming over clothes.

Inside Joe’s flat you kissed some more, hands roaming under clothes.

Wet coats and shoes got discarded in a messy heap by the door.

You noticed that Joe’s ears had significantly darkened in colour, from more than the cold rain could’ve done to them. They were so fucking red, you could practically feel the phantom burn in your own. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been in here, in his flat. Maybe a couple months ago when you and some friends picked him up on your way somewhere, dipped inside real quick because one needed the toilet and another had never seen the place before.

You hadn’t been there often at all, but you knew the way to his bedroom. Made your way there blindly, because all you could see was the inside of your eyelids as Joe kept his face firmly attached to yours.

In there, you bumped your hip into a dresser and nearly tripped over something left on the floor. Joe made noises as if he could feel your pain and pulled you snug against him by the hips. Made you be able to feel his entirety through his trousers, and something in the back of your brain sparked. 

Instead of focusing on your own clothes, your mind was with getting Joe out of his first. You wanted to feel him. You’d get to you later. 

Wrong.

Joe got to you immediately.

He pulled on the hem of your top and worked it over your head, leaving your to blow a mess of hair from your face which didn't work because it was all wet strands that stuck to wet skin. You heard Joe suppress a giggle, used a kiss to not let it slip out, because fucking God, you were so fucking cute.

Your fingers found Joe’s trousers to undo, but Joe was quick to take over. Knew it’d be faster if he did it himself.

“You’re going to have to talk to me,” Joe panted, shoulders pulled up high and chin tucked in as he undid the button to his trousers, carefully handling the zipper. You frowned as you peeled your wet jeans from your legs, nearly losing your balance as you did.

Was okay though. Joe caught you with a strong arm before you did. 

“Tell me what you like,”

Considerate. But you weren’t one to say all that much during getting to know someone like this. Joe could get some panting yesses and some encouraging moans from you to guide him along, but that’d sort of be it.

“Tell me what you don’t,” Joe added, because your lack of answer translated into hesitation from you.

The rain was really coming down harder now, violent and unrelenting, tapping hard against the windows of his bedroom. It was nice for background noise, didn’t leave the silence awkward. Muffled everything a little and you were glad you couldn't hear your own heartbeat in your ears because that meant Joe wouldn't be able to hear it rattle in your chest either.

With his arm still around your waist from making sure you didn’t topple over, Joe crowded in more, and where touches and kisses had been hurried and messy since stepping over the threshold, Joe took a second to just... be close.

Let his nose circle yours without letting your lips meet.

It turned you on so much, it kind of drove you mad.

He took a small step forwards that forced you to take one backwards.

You curled both arms behind your back to unclasp your bra, and Joe was quick to remove it from between the two of you, letting it drop to the floor. You heard his careful breathing, felt it on your face as his grip around you tightened as he slowly pushed forward more.

You took small backward steps until the back of your legs touched the bed and you made sure to wrap both arms around Joe’s neck to ensure you’d take him with you.

Joe braced an arm against the bed, slowing you both down, ensuring the wind didn't get knocked out of you.

The second your bare back touched his sheets, Joe's mouth found yours again in the dark and hands roamed where they hadn't roamed before.

“Is this okay?” Joe muttered after a while, one finger hooking the side of your underwear, like this wasn’t the sole reason for you even being there in the first place, and you nodded.

Of course this was okay. 

But suddenly, almost just to fuck with him, you frowned and went, “Actually…” all serious, like you were about to leave a yelp review, and Joe pulled back immediately. 

You felt how he held his breath, waiting for you to say something. Hesitant. Nervous.

“You’ve not said anythi– look, these match the bra,”

Joe’s eyes scanned down, looked over his shoulder but couldn’t see your bra at all, and then turned to look back at you, confused.

“It’s a set.”

Joe didn’t get it. Why would he fucking care if your bra matched your briefs?

Joe dipped down and kissed your neck to avoid having to answer.

Joe had also said you’d have to tell him what you liked, and... all right, fine, you could try.

“Tell me you like it, I want you to– say you like ‘em,”

“I love them,” Joe immediately obliged, speaking hot breath into your ear.

Good.

You hadn’t put the effort in for Joe specifically, because how could you have ever predicted this is where you’d end up, but you had put in effort and wanted, no needed, the validation.

“I love them so much,” Joe said, hands now working to pull them down your legs whilst you started trying to undo Joe of his underwear.

It was dark, and the air around you felt cold where the rain had left you wet, but Joe was on top of you, and you were both entirely naked now, and arousal worked hard to heat you up from the inside out. You felt yourself start to unfurl at the edges.

Joe’s hands were everywhere.

Joe’s mouth was everywhere.

“Inside,” you panted, surprised you were actually instructing.

“Yea? Where?” Joe asked, voice all breathy, his fingers stroking silky soft skin, leaving trails of tingles and slick.

You didn’t even really care where if you were honest. Just wanted to feel him inside. You’d felt it press up against you for long enough now.

“Inside,” you said again, unable and unwanting to explain yourself any further, but using your hands to help and guide, showing him rather than telling him.

And fine. Joe could be shown. Instructing didn’t always need words. Could be nonverbal all the same, Joe decided, gladly letting you help him push himself inside.

And, fuck.

Fuck.

That felt so fucking good.

Joe went slow.

Was all tender touch and paid attention. Tried to hold his breath until he couldn’t anymore. Tried to keep his groans inside until he couldn’t anymore.

Joe went slow until he couldn’t anymore, hips finding a pace all by themselves, spurred on by your moans and your finger nails that dug wherever they could dig.

Joe’s weight on top felt nice.

Joe’s hands moving your legs about rather than trying to manoeuvre you into entirely new positions was nice.

Joe’s head buried into the space between your neck and shoulder was nice.

All his sounds unmistakably close to your ear was nice.

It was all nice, and then it became good.

“Yes,” you panted, moaned loudly, and heard Joe pant and huff a proud laugh.

“Yea?”

“Mm hmm,”

You felt it creep up. Slowly, but definitely there. Joe needed to keep doing exactly what he was doing. No messing.

“Yes, don’t stop, don’t–” moans got louder, and, it fed something inside Joe. His ego, his pride, his dignity, his confidence.

It had the wrong effect.

Joe knew he was doing something good, because, look at you. But it made him want to do more. Encouraged by the noise you were making, Joe upped all of everything he was doing, and–

“No, you’re–” you laid a flat hand over his shoulder in an attempt to slow him back down.

You felt how Joe went rigid, almost halted entirely.

“Go back– you need to, do it– I said, don’t stop, you–”

You weren’t very good at using your words, but could anyone really blame you? Look at where you were. What you were doing. How you were feeling.

Joe got the message, though. Went back to what he was doing before when you had started moaning yesses and, yea, it took a little time to get back to that same place you were before. But Joe was unrelenting, just like the rain outside that got smacked against the windows by strong gusts of wind, and your orgasm hit you just like it as well.

For a second or two, you weren’t really there.

You felt Joe’s weight, felt his movement, felt his touch, but you were gone.

Heard just the rustle of wind and the clattering of raindrops, a loud static in your mind, and felt utter, utter bliss.

You floated long, tried to stretch it for as long as you could, until you suddenly were there again, in Joe's bedroom, on top of his sheets, and you heard him groan loudly. Felt his hips stutter against your own. Felt him spill deep inside.

It took Joe long to pull out.

He kind of kept going for a little bit after he came too, seemed almost hypnotised and went for as long as he could, until he couldn't anymore. Until he winced, and stopped, and carefully pulled himself out.

You awaited reality to crash into you like a shockwave, but the shock took its sweet time and you thought maybe it was saving itself for the morning, because this was always your favourite part. Straight after, where guys let their heads drop against your shoulder, against your chest, all their weight heavy on top as they caught their breath.

And Joe was just like every other guy ever, because he did the same. Rested on top of you until his breathing evened out.

But Joe was also different, because before he rolled off of you, his hands found your face to touch, to cup, to hold as he pressed kisses into sweaty skin, and then asked you if you needed anything. If he could get you something.

“The bathroom,” you said, letting a breathy laugh escape you that Joe copied.

You pushed all thoughts of doubt aside, told your mind that it could panic over the lack of protection used later. Shock was allowed to find you in the morning, you’d decided now.

“Don’t be long,” Joe mused, rolling off and moving covers to crawl underneath, revealing he expected you back. Back into bed with him. To cuddle, to snuggle, to tangle limbs and to fall asleep together.

What the fuck was your life?

You and Joe didn’t do this.

Had never done this.

But it was nice, and comfortable, and exactly what you fucking needed, so you gave in. Peed, cleaned yourself up, splashed water wherever you felt it needed splashing, and snuck right back into bed where it was warm. Where two strong arms pulled you close.

You were both naked still.

And Joe had his remnants inside you still.

But reality could find you later.

Joe warmed you up from the inside out and from the outside in.

Reality could find you in the morning.

the end

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[mamaestapa]

For the blurb night best friends to lovers maybe

Pauses, Then Says, You’re My Best Friend|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: After months of saying that you are just “his best friend”, Joe finally confesses that he is in love

•warnings: best friends to lovers, language, fluff, that’s all :)

You and Joe were laying on the patio furniture in his backyard, watching the sunset as you told him about your current relationship problems.

“He’s such a dick. Why did I agree to go on a date with him?” You asked, sighing in exasperation as you laid your cheek on Joe’s shoulder. You felt Joe’s shoulder shake under your cheek as he let out a chuckle.

“I told you not to,” he teased, “I remember saying these exact words to you before you left: ‘Y/n, you’re going to regret this later, and I’m going to be one that hears all about it’.”

You stayed silent. You knew he was right. You did regret it, and here you are now, telling him all about it.

Joe raised an eyebrow, craning his neck to look at you, “I was right, wasn’t I?” You giggled softly, nodding your head, “Yes Joe, you were right.”

Joe smiled smugly at your words. His smug smile making you shake your head as your own lips tugged upwards with a smile. This conversation with Joe was all too familiar to the both of you. Every time you had an issue with a date, you immediately went to your best friend Joe. It's been that way since you were Freshman in college at Ohio State.

Joe has been your best friend since you were 18 years old. The two of you have been through so much throughout your many years of friendship. From lots of heartbreak, to one of you moving away to a completely different state, you and Joe have stayed by each others side through it all. With Joe being your best friend, you of course care for him deeply, and love him a lot. However, the past couple months, your feelings for Joe have started to change, develop, into something more than purely platonic. You've pushed these growing feelings away by going on dates to distract yourself from this new type of love you feel for your best friend. News flash: it isn't working at all.

As you sat next to Joe on his patio furniture, watching the sunset, those feelings continue to bubble inside of you as the butterflies swarm wild in your tummy. You continue to try and push the feelings away, knowing that Joe doesn't feel the same way. He never has and he never will.

However, unbeknownst to you, Joe feels the exact same way about you.

He's been in love with you since the moment he met you. He's pushed his strong feelings aside for years now for the sake of your friendship, and because he fears that you'll reject him. Just like you, Joe assumes that you don't feel the same feelings that he does. Joe know's it shouldn't, but hearing you talk about another failed relationship fills him with a little hope. It means there's still a chance that maybe, just maybe, he'll get a chance with you.

You continued to tell him about Nate, the guy you went on a horrible date with the other day. As you told him about your date from hell and how much you regretted going, Joe couldn't help but just stare at your beautiful face as you talked. He noticed how your face changed into different emotions as you spoke, and how your nose scrunched when you would say something you disliked a lot. He always thought it was cute when you did that. Most of all though, Joe noticed how beautiful your eyes looked from the golden Cincinnati sunset. He would stare into those eyes all day if he could. Joe could feel himself fall even more in love with you.

"He was just awful. I blocked him as soon as I got home. Anyways, enough about my date from hell," you sighed as you finished speaking. You looked over at Joe, planning on asking him how his week was. However, you paused when you noticed the strange look on his face as he looked at you. Joe looked like he wanted to say something to you. Something important.

"Joe?" you questioned, "you OK?"

Joe gulped, his Adams apple bobbing slightly. He stayed silent for a few moments before he said your name in a soft tone. "Y/n," he pauses, then says, "you're my best friend." You smile slightly as you replied. "You're my best friend too, Joe."

"I need to tell you something," he hesitated, "I don't want it to ruin what we have, but I have to tell you. If I don't tell you, it'll never go away. It'll stick with me forever, and I just," he sighed, "I just need you to know how I feel."

Your heart fluttered at his words. Tell you how he feels? Could this be the moment you've hoped for for months now? Does Joe feel the same way about you?

You reached out and put a hand over his that was settled on his thigh. You gave it a gentle squeeze as you nodded encouragingly, "What is it Joe? You know you can tell me anything." Your voice was soft, gentle as you spoke to him. Your gentle tone made Joe feel a little more at ease. He sucked in a deep breath as his mind ran wild with thoughts. He wondered how you were going to react and if your friendship was going to be ruined from his confession. But Joe knew he had to tell you how he really feels about you. Joe let out the breath he took, giving you his full attention as he nervously wet his lips before he confessed to you.

"I love you, Y/n. More than a friend." he said quietly, "I always have. I understand if you don't feel the same way though. We've been best friends for such a long time, I don't want things to be awkward between us because of this."

At this point, Joe was just rambling nervously. You thought it was sweet though, seeing how nervous his usual confident self got as he poured his heart out to you. A wide grin pulled at your lips as Joe confessed. The butterflies continued to swarm as your heart fluttered. Joe shared those same feelings that you did.

He sighed softly before continuing, "Just, hearing you always talk about these terrible guys you go out with makes me think that I could treat you so much better. Not even think, I know I can treat you so much better. I understand if you don't-."

You suddenly leaned forward and crashed your lips onto Joe's, shutting him up from his long confession. Joe immediately kissed back with just as much passion. He brought a hand up to the base of your neck, pulling you even closer to his lips. One of your hands found its way up to his cheek, while the other cupped his bicep. Your mouths moved in sync, fitting together like puzzle pieces. The kiss with Joe felt so right--for both of you. This was something both you and Joe have waited for since you were just 18.

You pulled away from Joe, both of you resting your foreheads against each others and just soaking in the moment before you spoke.

"I love you too Joe."

Joe smiled, chuckling softly, "Yeah, I picked up on that." Your smile widened as he pulled you in for another kiss, this one briefer than the first. The two of you pulled away with lovestruck grins on your faces.

"So," Joe said, "are you free Saturday? I'd love to take you out to dinner. Show you what it's like to finally have a good date."

You blushed at his words. You couldn't believe this was happening, but you were so happy that it was.

"I'd love to go out with you Joe." You replied, your smile growing wider. Joe nodded, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. A slight smirk pulled at his lips as he asked you his next question.

"So are we going as friends or..."

You chuckled, "I don't know. I was thinking maybe as something different." Joe nodded, "Like as your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, like as my boyfriend." You confirmed, smiling sweetly up at your best friend.

hey loves!!

so i got so carried away with this one lol. i thought it was so sweet though! if it’s not obvious enough already, this is slightly based off of you are in love by taylor swift.

yail is my absolute favorite song, so i had to do something based off of it (again. because i’ve already written something for welcome to the jungle lol). but i was heartbroken when she played it as a surprise song in LA🥲

ANYWAYS, i just think this song is perfect for friends to lovers!

i hope you’re enjoying blurb night! ithink i’ll have one more blurb up tonight, but i’m not sure yet. we’ll see how it goes! thank you for reading loves🤍🤍

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[charmedreincarnation]

hi i’m sorry for this small rant. i really hope you reply to it because i’m spiralling so bad. i have been listening to v powerful luckiest girl and get all your desires instantly forced subs and i had two really bad days and overall my life feels so shit and i feel like nobody gives a shit about me feel left out with my friends and am really regretting some past choices i have made as in subjects i chose to study. why do subs not work on me ever? i detach but subs just don’t work for me idk what should i do i want to enter the void and live my better/dream life but i keep failing and i’m so spiraling so hard rn. i am not even seeing small success i can’t even manifest my acne away or to grow a few inches how will i enter the void and magically change my life entirely. please help me out. how do i manifest or enter the void as soon as i can. i am being delululu living in 4d but yes ik if i am truly living in the end i shouldn’t have doubts but it’s been so many months when will i see results in my 3d. manifestion should be instant right. i’m sorry for my negativity i hope you have a great day

Hi love! I feel like any of this could be answered in another ask, but you seem really worried, so I'm going to answer it anyway!

First and foremost, you are allowed to have doubts. Just because you have doubts doesn't mean you're producing those thoughts. From a psychological perspective (which aligns with LOA), our thoughts are not entirely our own. This is a scientific truth, whether you believe in LOA or not. Scientists say that our thoughts are influenced by external factors such as our environment, upbringing, and the thoughts of others. Sound familiar? They also claim that we have the power to change our thoughts and create our own reality by consciously choosing the thoughts we entertain. So, just know that you're going to have doubts until the end, but as long as you categorize them as random thoughts and not your own beliefs, they don't matter! For example, if someone dressed as Chucky the doll jump-scared you and you started having "scary" thoughts about it, that doesn't mean you actually believe Chucky is real and coming to get you. You have psychological responses to certain things that have been ingrained and coded in you for a while now. What LOA does is help us intercept these false messages and reframe them as "useless" instead of messages we encode in our mind and assumption.

I've always been interested in psychology and neurology, and even though it doesn't directly relate to your question, it's important to mention that you do have a brain, and your brain is wired to act in certain ways. Once you're aware of why you're acting and believing certain things, it becomes way easier to understand that the 3D world is malleable. I really suggest reading books by authors like Joe Dispenza so you can understand yourself better. Also, watching YouTubers who explain anxiety and reading self-help books can provide helpful ways to manage your own anxiety.

The second thing is, if you don't believe in subliminals, I don't know why people do this, but if you don't have faith in something or assume it doesn't work for you, just use something you have a little faith in. For example, maybe you're more logical. You can read about brain waves and then listen to binaural beats for anxiety,manifesting, and faith. Have faith in it, because you'll understand and know that those waves genuinely change your brain's alignment. That's just one example, but subliminals are not the only type of audios out there. There are many other methods to explore.

Also, meditation is very helpful. Not just to reach the void, but do you know how many conscious thoughts we have in a day? On average, it is estimated that a person has around 60,000 to 80,000 thoughts per day. These thoughts can range from conscious, deliberate thoughts to automatic, repetitive thoughts. That doesn't even include the number of unconscious thoughts we have, which is probably 100k+. You constantly have these little things running around in your head, trying to keep you alive, keeping you repeating the same thought patterns, beliefs, and assumptions. You can't consciously control them most of the time, but your brain and mind are working overtime 24/7. It's not your fault, so that's why meditation can help you. Not just to reach the void, though you can tap into that using some form of meditation as well, but to clear your mind and then it’s there it will be better to affirm and believe you can do whatever you desire. If you're not truly embodying the desired state, which you're not because you sent this ask, do you think a few measly affirmations can counteract the hundreds of thousands of thoughts you've been having every day since birth, most of which you don't even know exist? Affirmations do work, but trust me, I've been where you're at and worse. This is not the state to solely rely on "miracle affirmations" because you won't believe them, and when something doesn't happen, you'll just want to give up and confirmation bias will make you subconsciously think, "Well, see? I knew it. It isn’t real" But in reality, your mind is just looking for proof to align with your negative beliefs.

I know you say you haven't manifested anything, but can you really think back to something you thought was a "coincidence" or something you didn't really ask for but it just appeared? We usually brush those off as just the world at play or a small world, but nope, that was you. Maybe you don't have clear skin or whatever your desire may be, but as you probably know, that's because you've put it on a pedestal compared to all the other "small" but great things you've manifested

I know you probably wanted me to tell you exactly what to do, but I genuinely don't know you the way you know yourself - your own self, mind, and behaviors. You know best, fr! I could have said anything I've said before, like imagination is the real reality, the 3D being malleable, if you can see and feel it you can manifest it, try SATs or lucid dreaming lalala. But I've learned that you know what you have to do. Sit and meditate to learn about yourself and your mind, and why you think what you think. What past experiences do you still hold onto, reliving them in your mind and creating assumptions that no longer serve you? They can still affect you, we are humans and emotions cling to us like bees to honey, and that's okay. But we need to start moving those experiences into the past and start creating with what we are now, which is the present. Any given moment is a time to say, 'Okay, this doesn't serve me anymore, and this does. I don't want this life anymore, I want this type of life,' and consciously start creating with those desires instead.

Acknowledge your doubts, they're just doubts, and they're really just an extension of life factors that have been slowly consuming your mind. You may have them, but as a god, do you have them? No. But as a human, you are influenced by them, and who cares? You know who you are and your power now, so if you disregard them, work around them. But I can't tell you what to do because I'm not you! I wholeheartedly believe that you will get through this because I have as well and the lows are just apart of your journey as the success as corny as it sounds. But when you do succeed I promise you’ll back to this movement and just be very happy you didn’t give up despite how hard it was 💝

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[antiquatedplumbobs]

Spring 1916

The automobile, once a rare curiosity on the streets of Brindleton, had become a much more commonplace site of late. The increasing affordability meant that more and more tourists motored to the seaside and some of the more-well-to-do citizens of Brindleton had even purchased their own. Joe was busier than ever with automotive requests, and was heavily relying on Will's help. While he might have been a little stretched thin between this and the dairy, Will would never say a word; the joy he found repairing a car was unmatched. 

"Joe!" Will called as he entered the smithy, the warmth of the forge a welcome respite on his hands after the chill of the barn. "It was the fuel line! Can't believe you missed that!" He was smiling, the satisfaction at diagnosing and fixing the problem buoying him. 

Joe laughed, "I thought I checked that, but I must have missed it. Thank god you got it fixed, Mr. Hoyt's been on my tail about it for a few days, and I told him he could either drive it over to Britechester and pay a pretty penny, or wait until you could come down to take a look." He looked at the window, "God, that didn't even take you an hour, did it?" He said with a laugh. Will smiled, choosing not to note it had only taken him thirty minutes.

"Say Will," Joe said slowly, with uncharacteristic seriousness. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about." Will, who had been cleaning his hands with a rag, paused, looking up at Joe. 

"I've been thinking about turning this place into one of those mechanic shops, like you'd see over in Britechester. I've always preferred working with the cars, though I don't have half your talent for it," he cast Will a conspiratorial look, and Will grinned at the praise. 

"Truth be told, I just kept up with the smithy for Pa, and now that he's passed, I don't have any real reason to keep at it. There's other blacksmiths around, but no one closer than Britechester is doing anything with autos. I think Brindleton could really use something like that. I hear about these type of shops popping up all over the place these days and doing real well for themselves." He paused. 

"The thing is, everyone knows you're the real talent behind what we do here, I have to tell 'em to wait for you often enough." He said with a chuckle, "but what would you say? Would you want to come work here full time? If I made the switch and did as well as I know we can, I'd be able to pay you a real good wage, Will." 

Will had not expected this. True, he enjoyed working here almost more than anything else, but he'd always viewed it as kind of an odd job, with the dairy coming first. But Joe's words had painted a picture; one which was deeply enticing to Will. He'd always assumed he would take over the farm for his father, but at some point, without him really realizing; the thought of that had become less of a dream and more of an unwelcome duty. 

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[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

The First Time

Pairing: JoeKeeryxReader

Request: This was a long request so I will sum it up. Based off new photos of him shopping. You and Joe met in Italy while he was filming Cold Storage. You spent time together but he wound up lacking time because of shooting. He brings you to New York because he wants to spend time with you and you're nervous because you're a virgin. Joe is wonderful, as would be expected, warm and sweet and patient.

I hope I did your request justice. 😊😘

@minty-fox-candyyki

18+ ONLY

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” you say to Joe, looking at the bags you both carry in your hands. He’d insisted on taking you shopping in New York City and he’d gone overboard, buying you everything you even stopped to look at. 

“I know I didn’t, but I love to spoil my baby,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your cheek. “I feel bad. I know I didn’t have a lot of time to spend with you in Italy while I was filming the movie. I just wanted to make it up to you.”

Your cheeks flamed, “You didn’t have to do that, Joe. I know you’re an actor and you’re busy.”

The truth was, you had felt a little abandoned in Italy. You knew he was busy. His filming schedule was insane and at the end of it, he was exhausted. You sometimes went days without seeing him or hearing from him. He barely had time to grab himself something to eat, let alone touch base with you. And you told yourself that was what you’d signed up for when you’d agreed to date him. He was a celebrity. There was always something, a project to film, an interview, a photo shoot. 

You told yourself that but deep down, you’d wondered. You and Joe were fairly new to dating. You’d met him one night when he’d gone out with some friends to a bar in Rome. You’d recognized him immediately. Your friends loved to tease you about your crush on Steve Harrington. Struggling to keep your heart rate in check, you’d turned your back on him, focusing on your drink. Your friends were telling you to go say hi but you couldn’t. He had no idea who you were. There was no way you could just walk up to that man, the man who’d monopolized your fantasies for year.

So, imagine your surprise when you’d heard that voice you’d know anywhere right next to your ear, asking what you were drinking. You’d been overcome, unable to speak, your friend Alessia, answering for you. Joe offered to buy you another and asked if you’d join him at a table. The two of you talked until the bar kicked you out. He’d asked for your phone number but you really didn’t expect him to use it.

You’d thought that was the end of it but then he called you two days later. He took you to lunch and then the two of you became inseparable, bike riding, meeting for gelato, touring the city, you showing him all of the sights that tourists usually missed. Then he’d began filming and the calls became fewer, the dates even more so. You assumed things were ending, a slow death to a fast relationship. But then he’d shocked the hell out of you when he asked you to accompany him to New York City and here you were, unable to say no. What woman in their right mind would turn down this beautiful man?

“I am never too busy for you,” Joe assured. “I mean, I guess I was, but it had nothing to do with you, bunny. I would have seen you every single day if I could have.” He stopped, pointing across the street. “There it is. Giano. I am telling you it is the best spaghetti pomodoro in the city. It’s no Rome, but you’ll be impressed. I promise. Come on.”

Grabbing your hand, he led you across the street and into a brick restaurant with low lighting and a wood paneled ceiling. It was beautiful, very cozy, with a candle set on each small table. This restaurant was clearly meant to be an intimate setting. He checked in with the hostess who gave him an eager grin as she twirled a piece of hair around her fingers. Of course. She looked like she was maybe twenty-two, your age, so she knew exactly who Joe Keery was and was putting on every ounce of charm for him. 

Joe appeared oblivious to her attempts, his hand coming to the small of your back, guiding you, as she led you to a table in the corner of the restaurant. The hostess shot Joe a megawatt smile, letting him know their server would be right with them and he said thanks without ever glancing up at her, his hand finding yours across the table, eyes on you. The girl looked rather miffed as she turned and huffed back to her station. 

This was what had been eating at you lately, slowly taking tiny bites out of you until you thought you would lose your mind. Joe’s previous girlfriend had been long-term serious and drop dead gorgeous. You found yourself scrutinizing every inch of your face and body in the mirror, wondering what he saw in you. The women who threw themselves at him on a daily basis were ridiculously beautiful. Compared to all of them, you felt like a frump in a potato sack half the time. You could not figure out what he was doing with you and wondered if this was just something fun for him, short-term, because it certainly wasn’t for you.

“I highly recommend the pomodoro,” Joe said, breaking through your intrusive thoughts. “I don’t even need to see the menu. It’s what I get every time I come here. Trust me, bunny, it’s…” He paused, bringing his fingers to his mouth and kissing them. “Perfecto!”

You giggled, shaking your head, “You are so ridiculous.”

“You love me and you know it,” he teased but the words caused your stomach to knot, a tense coil winding up until you thought you would double over. 

Joe could have no idea how correct he was. He was just joking but you were already in way too deep, standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the ground, waiting for the inevitable gust of wind to send you hurtling to the rocks. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, keeping your eyes focused on the menu to avoid him seeing through all that you were trying to conceal. 

Your waitress approached and Joe ordered you both a bottle of wine to share. He turned to you, offering you one of his toe curling smirks, but you quickly ducked behind the menu again, wondering why he had to be so damn perfect. It made everything so much harder. 

“Did you decide?” he asked after a long silence.

“Uh…yes. I am just going to go with the pomodoro since you swear it’s perfecto,” you stammered. 

“You won’t regret it,” Joe states, thanking the waitress when she brings the wine and ordering your entrees. He pours you a glass. It’s a bit of a heavy pour and you shoot your hand out.

“Whoa, Joe, that’s a lot of wine.”

“Didn’t you know? I’m trying to get you buzzed so I can get lucky tonight,” he commented with a laugh to let you know he was just joking. “Our first time in a hotel room all by ourselves.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively. “We’ll finally be all alone, just the two of us.”

You choke on the wine you were just drinking, quickly setting your glass down, wiping your mouth with your napkin. You’d arrived at the place you���d been dreading as soon as your plane had landed this morning. Of course Joe expected you to have sex. How could he not? You’d been seeing him for two months and were grown ass adults. Obviously he thought that was the next step. The two of you all alone in a hotel room…you didn’t have to be a mathematician to figure out what he expected. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You had no idea how much you could want someone, crave someone, until Joe had come along. Many nights you’d spent, touching yourself, imagining what it would feel like if it was him. No, the problem wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was that you never had and you had no idea how to tell him that. How did you admit that you were a twenty-two year old virgin? The very thought seemed ludicrous. You’d done some other stuff but it hadn’t been as enjoyable as you’d thought it would be. Most guys worried about themselves more than you. You’d given a few blowjobs. A couple guys fingered you, their fingers slamming into you roughly until you pretended to orgasm just to put it to an end. And you’d never had a guy go down there before with his mouth. You weren’t trying to save yourself for marriage by any means but no one had ever felt worth it to be your first time. With the foreplay being so disappointing, you’d just never had a desire to go to the next level. 

With Joe, even kissing burned an inferno of desire within you. The way his full lips devoured yours as if they were the most delicious thing on the planet, pulling your bottom lip gently and sucking. The way he would tease your neck, lips, teeth, and tongue. The way his hands held you, those massive hands molding around your curves, cradling you against him. Yeah, Joe was the first guy that made you want to find out what all the fuss was about, what all your girlfriends had been talking about since you were in high school. 

But Joe, you knew he had to be quite experienced and you feared you would be a disappointment to him. What if you had sex, it was horrible because you were horrible, and Joe was done with you? Your heart couldn’t take it because, whether you meant to or not, you had fallen completely in love with this man over the last couple months. 

“Hey.” Joe’s voice came, soft, concerned, as his hand covered yours on the table. “You okay, baby?”

“Huh?” Your eyes slowly found his, drowning in their tooth achingly sweet caramel depths. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. Totally good.”

“You sure about that?” he questioned, one eyebrow raised. “You kind of disappeared on me for a bit there.”

“No, I’m good.”

You were grateful when the waitress showed up with your food. Shoveling pasta in your mouth gave you an excuse to not be so talkative. Joe kept catching your gaze, the little furrow between his eyebrows letting you know he did not believe you. Suddenly, he set his fork down with a clatter and leaned back in his chair, tossing his cloth napkin onto the table. 

“Alright, what’s wrong?” he demanded.

Your eyes went wide as you slowly swallowed your mouthful of pasta. You hated to admit it, but Joe had been right. This pomodoro was just as good as any from Italy. Wiping your mouth, you laid your napkin down next to your plate.

“I told you, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”

“You’re lying to me,” Joe breathed, elbows on the table, leaning toward you. “Why are you lying to me? You’re usually chatting my ear off. You’ve been weird since you got off the plane. At first I thought it was just because I haven’t had much time lately so I was trying to make it up to you but it’s more than that, isn’t it? What’s going on, bunny? What’s got you so quiet?”

“Nothing,” you insisted, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” he shot back. “Come on. You can tell me anything. What’s going on? Did you not want to come to New York?”

Your mouth dropped open at his words and you shook your head vehemently, “No. No. Of course I wanted to come. I wanted to see you. I…I missed you. I…”

“You what?”

“I know we’ve been seeing each other for a couple months,” you began, realizing you were going to have to tell him. If you didn’t, he would not let this go, pestering you all night. And, like it or not, you had to face it eventually because dinner would end and you would wind up back at the hotel. “I know we should be…being intimate. I’m just really nervous about it beca…”

“Oh babe, I would never pressure you into anything,” Joe assured you, his hands taking yours, thumbs running over your knuckles. “If you’re not ready, it’s okay.”

“It’s not that. I do want to, Joe. I really do. I just…well, I mean…I’ve never…” You looked up at him from under your lashes, hoping he would get what you were trying to say because you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. 

“You’ve never?” His head tilted and you saw the moment he realized what you were saying as his eyes widened, jaw dropping, and he sat back in his seat. “You’re a virgin?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I know it’s pathetic. I’m way too old. I mean, I’ve done other stuff…some stuff but sex just never seemed as exciting as everyone said. I’d give him a blowjob. He’d ram his fingers into me for a couple minutes and he’d want to move on to intercourse. I always backed out. I mean, it wasn’t enjoyable. I kept waiting to see what all the fuss was about but it never happened.”

“Okay, one, you’re not pathetic, baby. Never,” Joe insisted, shaking his head. “Two…that’s your experience? You’ve never had a guy really take care of you?”

“I mean, they fingered me…”

“Oh, bunny, it’s so much more than that.” The waitress dropped off the bill and he signed. Standing, he reached for your hand, yanking you against his chest, his lips coming to your ear. “If you’ll let me, I would love to show you what all the fuss is about.” Thick fingers trailed along your spine, shivers racing over your skin. “Let me show you exactly what all those other guys didn’t do. Can I do that?”

Biting your lip, you nodded, “Yeah.”

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Joe closes the hotel room door behind you, flipping the extra lock to ensure you aren’t interrupted. You glance over at the king sized bed, nerves making you jumpy, but you know it could be any more perfect than this for your first time. Joe is the perfect guy and that bed is the absolutely perfect spot. You’d never wanted your first time to be some crazy thing in some crazy destination. You’d always just wanted it to be in a bed, wrapped around someone you loved. That was exactly what this was, even if Joe didn’t know it. 

He turned to you, smiling, slow steps across the room until he was right in front of you. The back of his hand ran slowly along your cheek, turning, fingers trailing over your neck. 

“You are so beautiful,” Joe whispered softly, those hands slipping along the sides of your dress to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him. “So damn beautiful.”

And you believed it. As his lips collided with yours, your hand tangling into that beautiful hair, you believed he meant every single word. Joe had this ability to shatter every insecurity you had about yourself, to send every negative thought flying through the air, far away where you can never hear them again.

His tongue floated over the space between your lips and you opened to him, a small moan escaping at the taste of him: basil, red wine, and the after dinner cigarette he’d enjoyed on the walk back. His tongue licked your throat, slid over yours, explored the roof of your mouth, leaving you panting at the thought of what that tongue could do elsewhere.

Joe’s fingers hooked the straps of your dress and he pulled back, eyes finding yours, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, swallowing the clump of heated desire that was lodged in your throat. The pads of his fingers softly teased along your skin as he slid the straps off slowly, releasing the dress so it fell in a puddle at your feet. You stepped out of it, pushing it to the side with your foot. 

“Jesus, bunny, just look at you.” His eyes consumed you, running over every inch of you, and you had never felt more turned on in your entire life just from a look. Holding his hands in front of your breasts, his eyes found yours once again as he asked softly, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, eager to feel those hands on every inch of your body. 

Joe cupped your rubs, thumbs running just under your bra, that simple touch enough to have you shivering and when those thumbs moved up to run over your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra, you gasped at the sensation, heat racing straight through you and to your core, pulsing with need. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked, stepping into you, gently pinching the rosy buds between his thumb and forefinger, lips caressing your collarbone. 

“Yes…so good…” you sighed, crying out when he pinched them a little harder. 

“How about this?” Joe asked, his fingers now on the front clasp of your bra. “Can I take this off?”

Biting your lip, you nodded, eyes closing as the feel of the cool air dancing over your bare chest as Joe flung your bra across the room. His head ducked down, mouth at your chest, his eyes asking the question again, ensuring you were okay with everything he was doing. You nodded, unable to find words and then his tongue was teasing your nipple and you saw stars, head falling back, hand tangling in his hair. 

“You like that?” he hummed, making his way to the other one. 

“Mmmhmm…” you mumbled, squeaking when teeth raked over the tender peak.

“I want to taste you, bunny,” Joe breathed, lips blazing a trail between your breasts, up your neck, and back to your lips. His hand cupped your neck, nose brushing over your cheek. “Can I taste you? Can I make you feel good, baby? Can I show you what you’ve been missing?”

“Yes, please, yes,” you pleaded, thinking you’d agree to anything this man asked of you right now. You just needed him to keep touching you. Your hands pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head. Your tongue ran over your bottom lip as you took in the sight of him, bare chested, in front of you. You ran your fingers through the hair along his chest, delighting in the way the courseness felt against the soft pads of your fingertips. 

Joe’s arms came around you, his mouth exploring yours once again as he walked forward, backing you up until you felt the backs of your knees hit the mattress. Keeping his arms around you, he lowered you to the bed and then his lips were everywhere: your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your hip, your inner thigh. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, a little smirk on his face as he gripped your panties in his large hands. 

You nodded emphatically, wishing he would stop asking already. Your answer was yes. Yes to anything and everything. You knew he was trying to take it slow. He was being sweet and kind and you appreciated it but fuck, you just wanted to feel everything with him, you wanted to experience everything with him. 

He dragged your panties down your legs and around your ankles, tossing them to the floor. His hands came to your knees, slowly spreading you so you lay open before him. A low groan fell from his lips as he sat back on his heels, soaking the sight of you in. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn perfect,” he purred, nose and lips trailing over your inner thigh. 

Your legs shook in anticipation even though you’d never had this done before because you just knew with Joe, everything would be exceptional. Fingers gripped the sheets, wadding them tightly, when his nose ran through your folds, bumping over your clit. 

“Just relax for me, beautiful. I am going to make you feel so good.”

His tongue darted over your clit and you shrieked, back arching up off the bed. It moved up and down and then left and right, turning you into a writhing mess. Jesus, how had you never done this before? It was fucking incredible. You were panting, trembling, and then Joe slowed down, his tongue rolling in gentle circles around the sensitive little nub. 

“How does it feel?” he asked. “Tell me, bunny, does it feel good?”

“So…good…” you panted, your hips now rocking toward him, completely out of your control, craving more, craving him. “Holy shit, Joe. It’s so good.”

His lips wrapped around your clit and he hummed and you swore you saw heaven. Fucking angels were singing, the pearly gates, fluffy white clouds, everything. His tongue slid along you, slipping inside you, leaving your clit, but his nose kept up the work, running along it. HIs hands gripped your ass, lifting you up to him as he ravaged you. 

Something deep within you tightened, pulled taut, the walls of your pussy contracted. Every muscle in your body was tensing, rigid. You clawed at the sheets, your head darting back and forth, having no control over your body anymore.

“I’m so close, Joe…oh my god…” you moaned, eyes rolling back in your head, neck tilting. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, bunny? That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Let go for me.”

“Oh…Joe…fuck!” you screamed, stars flashing before your eyes, the cosmos opening up before you, a goddamn supernova exploding from within you. You held your breath, shuddering and then collapsed back onto the bed, gasping. “Oh fuck.” 

Joe pressed kisses along your body, crawling over top of you as he made his way to your lips. “That’s how it should be, baby. A real man would make sure his girl is taken care of. A real man would fucking worship you. So, what did you think?”

“Jesus Christ, Joe…I, I’ve given myself an orgasm hundred of times but it’s never felt like that. That was incredible.”

“Good,” he smiled, lying down next to you, the backs of his fingers running over your skin. 

“Joe?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want…” You bit your lip, nervous to ask, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted this man, every single part of this man. “I want you, Joe. I want you to be my first.”

His head tilted slightly, brow furrowing, “You sure? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for just because I want to. I told you. I don’t mind waiting for you if you need more time.”

“I don’t want more time,” you insisted, shaking your head. “I just…I got in my head that you would think it was weird that I was a virgin and I know you’re very well experienced. All these girls are always throwing themselves at you and I get it. I do. You’re Joe Keery. You’re Steve Harrington. And you’ve dated gorgeous women and I just…didn’t understand why you chose me.”

“Hey.” Joe grabbed your chin, turning your face to his. “You are a gorgeous woman and I don’t think you’re weird. If none of those guys ever took care of you, they didn’t deserve to be the one. Bunny, I am with you because from the moment I saw you in that bar, I was completely mesmerized. I knew I needed to talk to you. I knew you were something special and you are. You’re…perfect.”

You smiled, bringing your hand to his cheek, “So are you, Joe. I…I love you.”

His head pulled back and you held your breath as you waited for him to respond. A slow smile crept over his face and he gathered you in arms, kissing you deep and slow. 

“I love you too. I just didn’t want to say it too fast and scare you away,” he laughed.

“You could never scare me away,” you whispered, your hands moving between your bodies to work at the button on his pants. “I love you and I want to feel everything with you?”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. Stop asking me that,” you chuckled, pushing his pants over his hips and he took them the rest of the way down, pushing them off his feet and onto the floor. 

“Hang on a second, baby,” he said, moving to his bag and pulling out a condom. He ripped the foil and slid it over himself. 

You sat up, soaking in the sight of him, fully revealed to you. Holy shit. He was magnificent. He’d told you that you were perfect but this man was perfection. 

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed, enjoying the flush that crept up his neck and over his cheeks. This man who was loved by so many, who had women begging for time with him, fantasizing about him, was still so humble and that only made you love him more. 

“And you are gorgeous,” he replied, crawling back over you. He pressed his forehead to yours. “I’ll go slow, okay? You tell me if anything hurts.”

You nodded, nervous but also filled with anticipation for him to fill you, to be inside you, to connect you in the most intimate way possible. He gripped his cock in his hand, slipping it through your wetness teasingly, rubbing the tip of himself over your clit. Your hand gripped his back, holding him against you, sighing softly. 

“Are you ready?” Joe whispered. 

“Yes.”

Ever so slowly, he slid into you, inch by inch, taking his time until he bottomed out, his pelvis pressing against yours. You gasped at the sensation, stinging a bit more than you’d expected. You’d heard that being fingered made sex hurt less but then none of the guy’s fingers that had been inside you had been as thick as Joe’s cock.

“You okay?” he asked in concern, hand cupping your cheek. 

You nodded because you were. Just as fast as the stinging had begun, it stopped, your body consumed with the pleasure of Joe stretching you, filling you, making you his. 

“I’m gonna start moving a bit, okay?”

“Yeah…yeah…okay…”

Then his hips rocked, barely perceptible but the sensation was enough to make you groan, nails clawing at the flesh of his back. Encouraged by your reaction, he pulled out a little more and then slowly pressed into you again. 

“Does that feel good, bunny?” he asked.

“Yes…fuck…it’s so good…” you choked out, legs coming up around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back. 

Joe’s hips rocked faster as he ran a hand along your thigh, gripping your ass and pulling you into him. His cock hit somewhere new, creating a molten heat to spread over you like you’d never experienced. You gasped, eyes wide. Fuck, what the hell was that? He did it again and you screamed out his name, clutching at him for dear life. 

“You feel so goddamn good, baby,” Joe growled. 

Joe buried his face into your neck as he rutted within you, each press of him like lightning shocking you to your core. You’d already cum but you could feel another building already. Your nails raked down his back as your back arched and you gripped him tightly, your pleasure consuming you once again. 

“Oh fuck…that’s my girl…the way you’re gripping me…I’m so close,” he grunted, pounding into you again and again, all thoughts of being gentle lost at the feel of your walls pulsing around his length. The sound of your bodies colliding rang through the room until he roared his release, arms crushing you against him as he thrust into you one more time. Slowly, he slid from within you, his body collapsing on yours, head against your chest. “Holy shit, bunny. That was…Christ.” Lifting his head, he looked up at you, those caramel eyes full of worry. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“No,” you chuckled, taking his face in your hands. “No. I’m more than okay. I am perfect. I don’t think I can walk right now but I’m perfect.”

“Mmm, you sure are,” Joe mused, kissing your nose. “Let me take care of this and then we can just lay in this bed and watch a movie, naked.”

You smiled lazily, “That sounds perfect.”

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Action! - part 4 - Social Media

Pairings: ex!Harry Styles x Director!Reader x Joseph Quinn

Warnings: swearing, drug mention (in harry's song)

Summary: A walk through aftermath of Harry and YN's break up, new woman, new man, some drama, new albums, lots of love.

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ynupdates For the first time in months(!!!) we have an update! YN with Taylor Swift in YN's cabin. They're celebrating evermore release! | credit: florencepugh

ps. please don't jump to conclusions because you see a man next to yn, we don't know who he is, so let's not assume

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hArrysbutterfly finally! I was so worried about her! I understand she needs space after everything *cough* WB *cough* but it's so nice to see her being with people she loves

ynmymama i hope she's happy and staying healthy

ynsmybestie we know the man, at least UK fans know him

⤷ ynshands tell me!!!!

⤷ynsmybestie he's Joseph Quinn he played in Dickensian, Miserables or Catherine The Great (some BBC shows that UK folks know well) he's rumoured to be in stranger things also

taylors22 guys please tell me I'm not delusional and few songs are about yn and harry

⤷ynupdates i hear it too! I didn't want to make a post about it (because people are just cruel) but I hear it!

⤷ynsmybestie im not the biggest fan of taylor but im going to listen to this (tell me which songs, please)

⤷taylors22 well, the whole album is a masterpiece but! I think that gold rush, 'tis the damn season, tolerate it or (maybe) evermore are about yn and harry

⤷taylors22 those are just my assumptions after little deep down into harry and yn's update accounts. im not saying it's 100% about them, just to be clear

⤷ynsmybestie of course!! i've listened to a few and man... gold rush is about them 100% I mean, internet loves this guy

harryupdates so good to see her again!

harrysmylife i miss yn and harry so so much:(((

⤷ ynsmybestie well, sad to burst you bubnle but they weren't very happy together

⤷ harrysmylife and how do you know that??

⤷ ynsmybestie they (celebrityupdates) have a whole article about it, apparently someone close to yn and harry spilled the beans and said too much about our babies

⤷ hArrysbutterfly bestie!!! spill the tea please

⤷ ynsmybestie basically harry fell out of love, at the end only yn cared about their relationship and he didn't have the balls to end it earlier. all in all he moved on while still being in a relationship with yn

⤷ harrysupdates well, let's not believe everything that person said, we don't know if that was someone actually close to yn or harry. we need to accept their decision of ending the relationship. however it happened shouldn't be our concern.

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yourinstagram hi, hey, hello! we're halfway through the script of st4, so I thought ill give you guys some insight (i hope Duffer brothers won't sue me). it's not some insight, im literally giving you shirtless Joe Keery, please appreciate it.

ps. we are here without masks but we are staying safe. we're vaccinated and we're tested every day. please stay safe wherever you are in the world!

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ynsmybestie Joe???? 🤤 you're spoiling as bestie!

⤷yourinstagram i try, i try

⤷ynsmybestie jskdbsjis OMFGSIS

joekeery you're making my DM's blow up

⤷yourinstagram sorry! i really am!

⤷mayahawke youre not, are you?

⤷ yourinstagram shhh!

noahschnapp BYLER 👨‍❤️‍👨

ynshands doing god's work, yn! thank you!

ynupdates Joe Quinn as the new character??? I love it. why no one talks about him?

⤷ yourinstagram im wondering the same

⤷ ynsmybestie we will talk about him, bestie. we will.

harrysmoustache posting at the same time as THE photos

⤷ ynshands what photos????

⤷ harrysmoustache harry and olivia w went to jeff's wedding together (hand in hand and all that!!)

⤷ynshands so after months of those secret photos its finally confirmed? jesus

⤷ harryskiwi yeah, they first were photographed like day or two after yn and harry's break up?? its been a while

⤷ harrysmoustache about six months, WILD (pun intended)

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ynupdates YN with Joseph Quinn out in Atlanta celebrating the end of shooting season 4 of Stranger Things. Joe Keery and his girlfriend were seen joining them.

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ynsmybestie OMFG!!!! they look so good! 🤤

ynsmymama yn wearing Jo's jacket in those two pics? so cute

harryskiwi she looks so good! that silk dress?? damn, yn 🔥

ynshands sir? your hand? 😳 all those British, curly men falling for yn, i understand you

⤷ ynsmybestie also him feeding her? jesus...

hater55 moving on so quickly?

hater71 new guy again?

hater03 another one?

ynshands okay, why do y'all hate on her? moving on so quickly? a year after ending her last relationship is quickly? what was then Harry's doings with moving on days after breaking up? you people really love to hate on a woman just because she's happy with a new man

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yourinstagram with this year coming to the end, small photo dump with my favourite moments from 2021. this year was the one when i had my saddest and happiest moments. i hope 2022 will be our year.

one - i think it was during the last week of shooting st4, im a simple girl - i see a beautiful sky, i take a photo

two - you guys know the masterpiece that dirty dancing is? we did it.

three - ❤

four - find yourself a man that reads your recomendations. seven husbands of evelyn hugo finished, mans search for meaning next

five - yes he does the cooking, yes he does the cleaning 🍕

six - ❤️

seven - florence's birthday!!!! can you see how gorgeous she looks?? my, my, my, im drooling 🤤

eight - R.I.P. Dom Pérignon

nine - ❤️

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florencepugh my birthday one of the highlights of your year??? i love you so much, beautiful. see you at the party!

⤷yourinstagram see you, beauty!

tchalamet chérie! when you're happy, i'm happy

⤷yourinstagram stop flirting, Timothée

⤷tchalamet joe, give yn her phone

⤷yourinstagram who?

⤷tchalamet yn calls me timmy, joe. you gave yourself up, mate. give her the phone

⤷yourinstagram no. ❤️

⤷ynsmybestie they're the funniest

annetwist happy new year, darling! ❤️

⤷yourinstagram thank you, annie! the happiest for you

taylorswift can i write an album about you?

⤷yourinstagram i thought you already had one??🍂

⤷ynsmybestie bestie are you confirming evermore being about you????

gemmastyles we need to meet up, yn!

⤷yourinstagram text me the date and im all yours, babe

ynsmymama her still being close to anne and gemma? while having a whole new man? also harry lurking, we see you👀

ynsmysoulmate can we talk about how she started posting more about herself and her life after dumping Jeff's ass and getting new manager??? im so here for it. Ronnie Coleman im your number1 fan

⤷ ynsmymama so true! i feel like she really wants to share her happy memories with us and jeff didn't let her, Ronnie is like her bestie and let's her decide whatever she thinks is best for her

⤷ haarrysmoustache jeff was doing with yn what he does with harry, minimal social media + public spottings

⤷ harrysbtch buuut, harry said himself that he doesn't like social media and tries to avoid it as much as possible (he's now all over it with olivia but who am I to judge???)

⤷ ynsmymama oh, that might be it. yn said in one of her interviews that she didn't mind social media because she learnt how to deal with it (and that interview was in 2019, while still being managed by Jeff)

harrysbtch photos of Joseph???? recreating THE ICONIC scene from one of her favourite films?? she has her own jonny castle

⤷ ynsmysoulmate and he reads her recommendations? cooks and cleans? man, when i tell you i feel weak in the knees, im not lying. 🥵

⤷ynsmybestie she just needs joseph to dress up as him or danny zuko for halloween and she's probably done for 😭

taylor22 Dom Pérignon ???? champagne problems??

⤷ ynsmybestie if champagne problems is about yn and harry im dead 💔

harrysbtch also, harry are you sure you wanted to like this post???

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harrystyles Harry's House. May 20th.

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oliviawilde ❤️

harryupdates the king is back!

annetwist cannot wait, my boy! x

ynsmybestie okay, so how many songs about yn, hmm?

ynsmymama i hope you're not going to bring more drama between you and yn after this album is released

⤷harryskiwi imo id love for him to have a song about her. we only got a few in fine line

⤷ynsmymama maybe, i just dont want it to affect yn and joe

harrystyles ALSO my new song As It Was - out on April 1st, H

⤷haarrysmoustache the promotion! so true💀

⤷harryupdates harry, please make a post about it

⤷harrysheadphones well, it's few days later and he didn't, he really doesn't care 😭

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josephquinn Stranger Things Season 4. Thank you for a warm welcome in this beautiful family. It's an absolute honor to join you. Season 4 on Netflix on May 27th. See you then.

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yourinstagram look 👏 at 👏 you! what a dream. what a man.

⤷ josephquinn dream man?

⤷yourinstagram you're damn right

joekeery look at him, all dressed up. where's your denim vest?

⤷josephquinn give it back, robber

mayahawke im sorry, who did you play? i don't think i know you from set

⤷yourinstagram maya, eddie cut his hair

⤷mayahawke oh! right, those puppy eyes seem familiar

sadiesink 🎸

yourinstagram okay, guys. let's stop bullying joe. he's pouting on the couch

⤷ josephquinn i'm not pouting!

⤷ ynsmybestie well, yn's story is telling something different

ynupdates he's so fine

ynsmymama what a pretty man you are, mr quinn

ynshands can we talk about how they were constantly looking at each other while being on teh carpet??? the winks? smirks? they're so in love

⤷harryupdates im so anxious because we said the same about h

⤷ynshands well, let's not talk about him. joe's the man now

⤷ harryupdates well, he just liked this post...

⤷ ynshands WHAT?!

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yn and joe r my parents @ianornotbabe 5h

okay, so... harry's house is out and i have some thoughts. im no youtuber so i didn't make a video (my phone has a broken camera, soo) but i cannot keep it to myself. i found some nice connections and im doing a thread of it here, enjoy babes (1)

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music for a sushi restaurant: soo, yns hot enough to cook an egg on her, that's for sure. she loves bubblegum, especially blue! they were seen together numerous times at the sushi restaurants (2)

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late night talking: yn said she broke her camera one awful day. harry posted a story of broken lenses and a box of chocolates (yns favourites!) also late night talking was yns caption to her IG story containing a screenshot from her facetime with harry (3)

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grapejuice: so yn was so perfect for him, he said that in one of the interviews after releasing fine line. they spent a lot of time in Italy, drank wine, harry was seen buying yn flowers EVERY DAY, but now he just drinks wine - its all that is left. and he is NOT drinking dom perignon but the wine from 1982 which is the one yn was drinking with joe (her new year ig post) (4)

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as it was: well, let's face it. it's not about yn. it's olivias song. that's it babes (maybe its a stunt song or whatever, dont know.) the promotion for this song says it all. he didnteven make a post about it, just a comment. (5)

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daylight: so I don't think yn was doing cocaine but maybeee. i know for sure that bluebird is yn's favourite poem by charles bukowski (harrys fav writer). they were seen doing a race on bicycles. and there is a reference to adore you: ANTIDOTE that we know is about yn. its a love song, definitely. (6)

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little freak: harry spilled beer on timothee during one of the little women cast parties, and definitely wasn't sorry (jealous son of a bitch). yn loves yoga, and has a body of a goddess! side note: i think its a beautiful song of what harry WANTS to think but definitely IS NOT doing (liking all her and Joe's pictures, stalking fanaccounts, and so on) and a statement that even though he's in a new relationship he still thinks of the old one, of yn :((( (7)

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matilda: yn put that film on her 'ten films I cannot live without' list, saying it describes what she went through during her childhood (poor baby😞) and harry used her experience to write a song without telling her - he admitted that during his latest interview (8)

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cinema: I mean???? you can argue all you want, but yn is THE director and olivia is actress/director. the song just suits yn better in my opinion. just pure filth is this song, pure filth. dirty man. (9)

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daydreaming: there is no hard proof. yn apparently said 'baby, loving you is a real thing' during her speech at the oscars after party. (10)

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keep driving: song about basically: should we still be together? connections? black and white film camera was harry's present for yn on their first anniversary. yellow sunglasses - yns iconic look in italy. the breakfast order - yns go to order while eating breakfast out of home. riot America- the attended multiple protests across america. kiss her and don't tells - they hid their relationship for months. choke her with a sea view - that one story from the yacht 🔥 (11)

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satellite: song after the breakup. yns got a new life with joe. Hard to explain but it just a song about harry bothering yn while she's being - in harrys opinion - sAd in her relationship with joe, he's waiting for her move. i beg someone to do a BIG break down of this song, it's just a heartbreak anthem. (12)

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boyfriends: what can I say? harrys just calling himself out. he was seen out at the pubs drunk. just a perfect song for saying 'hi, im the problem. its me, im the problem' (13)

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love of my life: jonny is one of yn's best friends from university, yn and harry spent a week in his house to get out of all the news that had been spread about them. he admits to not knowing yn enough - it was present in the interviews he did (not knowing her favourite films or composers) (14)

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didn't know it was going to blow up like it did. im glad you guys liked this piece of veery shallow breakdown. its a beautiful album, grammies are waiting for this man. and i hope we'll get some answers in the future. byeeee x

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bestie, this thread is a masterpiece. all the connections you've made?? couldn't do it better

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i really don't know what to think about this album. there's so many songs about yn. it's cool to see him putting it out, his thoughts and feelings. but also with yn being in a relationship and having these much written about her??? i don't know if i would feel comfortable

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@harryupdatess harry's an artist so it was predictable that he would wrote about the experience during and after his relationship with yn. i hope it won't disturb yn an joe's relationship, they look so happy together

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and here we got yn and joe being unbothered queen and king, ignoring trending on twitter and being the cause of breaking IG and twitter for some time - yn's IG story

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celebrityupdates Harry Styles (28) and Joseph Quinn (29) are YN YSN's (25) respectfully past and present boyfriend. From what we know the breakup was rather ugly but now? It doesn't seem like it. On the photos you can see Harry and Joe wearing the suits from Harry's newest Gucci line HA HA HA. Is that the promotion? Or it's just another stunt relationship in the industry? Or perhaps Harry Lambert (Styles' designer and friend, as well as YN's friend) found a way to promote the fashion line he's a part of? Read more in our newest article, link in our bio.

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enews pinned! 'Harry in his latest interview let people know that one of his favourite books is Mans Search For Meaning by Victor E. Frankl. Book that YN was recommending to Joe Quinn.'

enews pinned! 'Joe Quinn played Eddie Munson in one of the Netflix hit shows, Stranger Things. In the last episode he was playing Master Of Puppets by Metallica. The said song was taught to him by Styles' friend and bandmate, Mitch Rowland. Our source said that it caused an argument between Harry, Mitch and YN. Harry apparently was furious that his friend was still in contact with his ex girlfriend and her new best friend (at that time YN and Joe weren't together yet).'

ynupdates the suits situation is messy. i can't imagine joseph being super excited about wearing his girlfriend ex's design. it's just weird...

⤷ harryupdates expecially that Joe was super happy about wearing Gucci, and the patch on Joe's sleeve doesn't have the HA HA HA logo. maybe it's just a similar design?

⤷thejoequinnupdates joe was wearing the suit before the clothes from HA HA HA collection were being sent to their ambassadors. imo it's an early lambert's design for HA HA HA. and because yn is his friend as well he did the suit for Joe. then Harry used it for the HA HA HA. promo at its best. HA HA HA is trending and the online store has no products available. Harry played it well.

⤷ ynupdates if that's true then i feel sorry for yn, really sorry. her ex is using her current boyfriend for promo which is sick and twisted. man just move on.

ynshands we thought harry moved on while still being in a relationship with yn but we were wrong. that bitch is still in love with her...

⤷ ynsmybestie can you blame him?

⤷ ynshands bestie, im so in love with her that it's unhealthy, something close to what harry's doing tbh 💀

hArrysbtch hes a simp 😭 woah

user618 those celebrities will do anything for fame smh

user917 that's ... toxic

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text messages between YN and Harry Lambert

hrr lmbrt

hiii! i have some new suits for you and joe to try before your new movie premiere. when are you two free??

yn🐐

when did you plan to tell me you're going to dress him in the same thing as joe?

hrr lmbrt

it's not exactly the same suit, yn. joe had the cotton one and harry had a cotton+silk one. the print is also different.

yn🐐

people on the internet don't know that, lamby. they are sure joe is somehow connected to your new clothing line. they're making a lot off buzz around it.

hrry lmbrt

yn, you know how it works...

yn🐐

was he the one to propose it or was it jeff?

hrr lmbrt

i don't know, babe. got the information from above.

yn🐐

don't bullshit me, harry. you said you want to stay friends despite all the things that happened between him and I. act like a friend then, please.

hrr lmbrt

jeff's idea but harry wasn't really opposed to it

but please don't do anything you'll regret.

yn🐐

i already lost one relationship because of him. I'm not going to lose another one. I won't let him destroy my happiness again. I truly care about joe, lamby

hrr lmbrt

maybe go a little easy on harry. he's not doing well.

yn🐐

it was nice catching up, lamby. if the suits aren't or won't be part of that collections then we're free on friday.

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text messages between YN and Jeff

yn ysn

next time you plan to get under my skin use me or my name, stay away from people I love, Jeff. your way of promoting him is getting out of hand.

jeffrey

hello yn, nice hearing from you. I see you saw the suit Harry was wearing. such a nice piece of clothing, wasn't it?

yn ysn

this is the last time you're hearing from me jeff. next time it's going to be Ronnie and eventually my lawyers. your ways are too invasive for my liking. you used my name and my relationship for years, i think that's enough. stay away from Joseph, he has nothing to do with you or him.

jeffrey

I don't understand why are you so dramatic about it? it's just a suit. it's not like only we got benefit from it. your and your boy's things got promotion as well.

yn ysn

it's not just a suit. you control him well, we both know that. you can prevent him from doing what he's doing. it's unhealthy.

also, i don't need promotion like that, never did. you just think that ploting behind people's backs is the best solution. it's not.

goodbye, Jeff. like I said next time you're invading my or my partner's life you'll hear from our lawyers.

jeffrey

can't wait, yn.

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text messages between YN and Joe

yn🫀

hi, baby. i contacted lamby and jeffrey. i hope it will do the job, if not Ronnie is ready to contact them himself.

joe🎸

hello, lovie. how are you feeling?

yn🫀

to be completely honest? bad. i hate confronting people but they crossed the line. they could use my name all they want but they decided to use you and you have nothing to do with it, nothing.

joe🎸

well, im your boyfriend, that's probably enough.

yn🫀

it shouldn't be, we talked about it.

at least lamby said it was jeff's idea, just like i had thought.

enough of that, where are you coming home? i made pasta

joe🎸

im like 15 minutes away, lovie. i love you and see you soon, we'll talk about it more after the nice bath, what do you think, hmm?

yn🫀

i love you! im getting the bath bombs ready 🛀

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yourinstagram it was an honour to direct and star in a film like 'bones and all' is. it was also a challenge, I never thought I would take, and here i am in the film with one of the best actor out here. thank you to our whole team working on this film. thank you tchalamet, my best friend. thank you josephquinn, my love for all the tips and support and love and patience. see you in theatres, i'll be there 🦴

ps. don't ask me the colour of anything

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tchalamet the best director and the best actress out there! what you did with and in this film is extraordinary, yn! you are the true artist. it's an honour working with you. ❤️

⤷ yourinstagram you're making me cry, timmy 🤧

florencepugh ACTRESS AND DIRECTOR many tried, just a few succeeded. yourinstagram did. such a beautiful film, such a beautiful performance by timmy and yn. love you both so so so much 💗

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josephquinn that's my girlfriend! and her sidekick ☠️

⤷ ynshands how is joe so effortlessly funny?

⤷ ynsmybestie right? jealous but funny and hot 🔥

taylorswift i already bought tickets. so proud of you all!

annetwist ❤️

ynupdates yn acting????? im so confused. i bet its a masterpiece if she had so much do do with this film

hArrysbtch timothee's shade on harry, olivia and all of that? he's fucking the best

ynsmybestie timothee finally got to kiss yn, he must be delighted

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⤷ ynshands he's so happy 😭

⤷ joemyman joe is probably fuming 💀

⤷ harrysmoustache im sorry, WHAT?

⤷ ynsmybestie check twitter, its all over it. someone videoed a scene during the first screening of the film. they are kissing kissing 👅

harryupdates congratulations you two! its going to be oscar worthy for sure

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yourinstagram three years of knowing you. one year of loving you. thank you for being with me in my lowest and my highest moments. you are my person. ❤️

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josephquinn thank you for loving me, sweetness. i love you.

florencepugh shootout to the best couple i know

tchalamet the most beautiful couple out there

taylorswift i am writing a song about you two, there's no way

annetwist happy anniversary! ❤️

sadiesink it really is your year, eddie - i mean joseph 🎸

ynupdates sleeping on a highway tonight, thanks a lot

joemyman what a sweet, sweet couple. happy anniversary!

ynshands you beauties

harrysmoustache well, harry didn't like this one

⤷ harryupdates he did but unliked it after a few minutes

hArrysbtch i love love love

#action!universe #director!reader #harry styles #joseph quinn x reader #harry styles fake ig

[dhmis-autism]

My headcannon is that Duck has been in a state of awareness throughout the series much like Yellow was in Electricity, the visual tell for this bring their big ass eyes. Yellow's enlarged sclera is obvious because his eyes are radiation green. Duck's eyes are brown so they just look like slightly bigger black dots than the others. What I'm getting at is Duck has some awareness. He's just naturally deranged.

HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD! okay! from MY POV, the idea of Duck having any awareness about their situation at all is so fucked up.

The pupil thing could be a good way to hide it, and totally a route I could see BB&J (becky,baker and joe) taking, realistically. He also does just have MASSIVE pupils.

Anyways, the reason that ideas super duper fucked up to me is because um… well one of Ducks main motivators in like EVERY episode is just keeping the three of them together. Even in eps like Jobs or Family where they're separated, he spends all his energy and spare thoughts on the other two (where are they, what are they doing, who are they talking to, ect). Now I assumed this was because their little trio-ship is the ONLY thing in that house that matters to him or that he even remotely cares about.

But sure, let's get meta with it and say for the sake of argument that Duck has been FULLY aware of the fact that they're in a forever looping TV show and that theyre puppets.

That makes some lines like "That's not allowed (in reference to going outside of the house)!" and "People are dying to know what your final guess would have been." a lot more … explainable I guess? But it also makes his weird dedication to keeping the three of them together undeniably sinister (e.g is he doing this bc he knows who Lesley is or something?? Is he doing this bc he's aware theres nothing for them OUTSIDE of this house??). It means it's not that he tries to keep them together BECAUSE he cares about them, he tries to keep them together for the sake of the keeping the SHOW GOING.

It also means he is WELL AWARE that the other two are miserable in that house and just DOES NOT CARE, because he thinks the three of them being together is better than the alternative. It also would kind of paint the "I like looking at you too" scene in a bit of a different light,no? For all we know, he could be referring to Red (the puppet) as opposed to Red (the character).

I don't even think him being aware would make him… deranged, I think it would literally just make him ACTUALLY irredeemable. Which I'm fine with! Best boy either way! A character doesn't have to be morally sound for me to like this, just interesting. But like. think about the implications of what you're saying here.

#NOW I DONT SUBSCRIBE TO THIS AREA OF THOUGHT MYSELF #I JUST THINK ITS A REALLY INTERESTING FUCKED UP AVENUE OF THOUGHT TO GO DOWN #IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT ITS VERY MESSED UP #but no really i think duck is a lot more surface area than that. i think hes very surface deep. i think he 100% believes everything he says #and isnt deceptive at all actually #like he says he considers them a family and he REALLY feels that way. i think he REALLY has never played beach volleyball #lololol anyways #my dhmis postings

[midnightsslut]

the whole cardigan/Peter parallels are messing my head can u explain

okay so peter is actually one of my favorite songs on the album for this reason! I think it has parallels to a lot of other songs, not just cardigan. the first thing to get out of the way is the cardigan lyric about peter and wendy: ‘tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy.’ now, that line doesn’t make a ton of sense because peter losing wendy is the ending of peter pan (idk I’ve never seen it and never thought I’d spend this long thinking about them), but I think what she’s saying is that he tried to change the ending of *their* story to peter losing wendy. peter loses her because she outgrows him, while he remains a ‘lost boy’ forever. the cardigan demo has an alternate lyric where peter actually *leaves* wendy. this does not happen in the original story, and to me, it reads like betty (eh, I don’t think those characters existed when she wrote that song, but bear with me) is accusing him of trying to change their fate by leaving her. peter is meant to always come back to wendy. *she* is the one who eventually leaves him. either way, cardigan ends with them together. yay for betty and/or taylor.

now, peter was written 3-4 years later, and it is the conclusion of a story about outgrowing someone despite truly wanting them back. the ending was not, in fact, changed. she did outgrow him. very sad. I actually want to go lyric by lyric, but I’ll put a cut just in case.

Forgive me Peter

My lost fearless leader

In closets like cedar

Preserved from when we were just kids

Is it something I did

the song starts with taylor trying to figure out what went wrong. did she do something wrong to crush these dreams of theirs? she kept him in a closet of cedar (where unmarried women kept their belongings that they would want to take with them after getting married) in her mind, but things didn’t work out anyway. the first line being ‘forgive me, peter’ indicates that she is the one who pulled the plug, and she’s apologizing for it. again, she isn’t entirely sure what went wrong, which, to me, is a clear parallel to how did it end.

The goddess of timing

Once found us beguiling

She said she was trying

Peter was she lying

My ribs get the feeling she did

when they first met, the timing seemed to be perfect for their relationship (‘the goddess of timing *once* found us beguiling’), but that didn’t last. the goddess of timing claimed that she tried, but nothing could save them. taylor even wonders if she lied, which suggests a lack of faith in higher powers like fate or deities. this verse introduces timing as a major conflict in the story. ‘are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these?’

Said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

Words from the mouths of babes

Promises, oceans deep

But never to keep

peter went away, but he promised to come down once he was ready for a relationship. yes, this kind of applies to both of the main storylines on the album. you could take this to mean that they actually broke up a decade ago but promised to get back together, or you could assume there was some sort of break to their relationship, which she and joe did have. i kind of took it to mean that he wasn’t fully committed to the relationship, but he promised to be eventually. again, the renegade lyric, but also ‘i’m a fire, and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come’ and ‘I’d hold you as the water rushes in,’ both of which are grand promises that neither party could keep.

Are you still a mind reader?

A natural scene stealer

I've heard great things Peter

But life was always easier on you

Than it was on me

he is charismatic. his magnetic field is a little too strong. he can read people. but he’s also fragile and inexperienced (‘he was a hothouse flower to my outdoorsman’). he may be able to read people, but things have been way too easy for him to ever understand a truly hurt person fully.

And sometimes it gets me

When crossing your jet stream

We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon

In different galaxies

And I didn't want to hang around

We said it was just goodbye for now

this is the thesis statement of their relationship to me. obviously, there’s the call it what you want parallel, but more importantly, it shows that the two people really wanted this to work. they just came from completely different places in their lives and perhaps the entire universe. this verse seems to reference the epilogue (‘resentment rotting away galaxies we created’ / ‘some stars never align’). they learned the right steps to different dances, if you will. she knew he needed time, so she left temporarily.

And I won't confess that I waited

But I let the lamp burn

As the men masqueraded

I hoped you'd return

With your feet on the ground

Tell me all that you'd learned

Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned

she does get with other men, but she keeps longing for him. she wishes that he would return with a grasp on reality and be the man she needs. if anything, the time away would give him the perspective he needs to ground himself. interesting parallel to ‘I said I don’t mind / it takes time’ in loml.

And you said you'd come and get me but you were 25

And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired

Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life

Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried

To hold onto the days when you were mine

But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

this is just devastating to me. well, first of all, both matty and joe were 25 when they first met her, which, lol. the dreams they had together have expired now. it’s been too long. she cannot keep holding onto a love from almost a decade ago. he took too long to return. he lost his lifelong dreams to what was only supposed to be a chapter of his life. she tried to hold onto the days when he was hers, and everything was right, but she had to turn out the light at some point. this is the moment when she gives up on their relationship. she apologizes for abandoning the ship, but she must do it.

overall, I think peter is a story about two people who genuinely did everything they could to be together, but their needs and their growth no longer aligned. there’s a sense of acceptance and lingering fondness here. she did everything she could not to bolt, but the ending was the same.

#peter #loooove this song #cardigan #ttpd

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

On Cherry Blossom’s Skating Style

One thing I’ve noticed in this fandom is that many people assume that Cherry’s skating style is lesser- or easier- than many of the other skaters at “S” and that he can’t do anything without Carla. Some people also take Adam’s “boring” remark as a statement of fact rather than something meant to cause further pain to someone who was already down.

There hasn’t been a set group of people doing this, it’s pretty much all over the fandom; even fans of the character get into this mindset. And, frankly, I want to say:

Carla’s calculations don’t mean shit if Cherry doesn’t hit that angle.

Yes, Carla tells Kaoru what angle a curve is going to be and how far away it is/time to it, however, it is up to him and his skills as a skater to be able to hit that angle, and he has to hit it perfectly for her calculations to have been of any use.

Carla’s calculations as a whole are only useful for that one match as well. We’ve been shown in episode one that the “S” track is constantly changing. Multiple trees fall and a rock slide happens during Langa’s race against Shadow, and whatever scans and calculations Carla would have made on one pass down the track would be completely useless for a second run.

Carla does not skate for Cherry- if she did then there would be no need for her to calculate angles- Kaoru is the one in control and he is the one putting in most of the work. Note:

Cherry is the one who has to keep his balance and footing when his skateboard is transforming from short form to long form and vice versa.

Cherry is the one who skated a curve with his eyes closed while also dodging Adam’s Love Hug- which could have gone wrong in a multitude of ways, i.e. Cherry’s hair getting caught under his board, Adam shifting his position and running over Cherry, Adam grabbing onto Cherry’s pony tail and dragging him along the track, etc.

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Carla’s use while skating (or observing) are also overstated by fandom. Cherry does not use Carla to determine if someone’s body tilt is off or if they should change their footing; he does that all with his own mind. Remember, this is the same character that:

Knew that Langa was a snowboarder after seeing him put his foot on a skateboard for the first time outside his studio.

Wasn’t in the least bit surprised that Langa had been snowboarding since he was 2yrs old, and comments on his improvements in skateboarding in such a short time period.

Determined that Joe’s body tilt was off and that he was losing time to Langa during their beef down to the milliseconds.

Predicted Adam’s move-set during Reki’s first beef with Adam.

Immediately recognized that Reki wasn’t doing his best during the start of his second race against Adam.

We have to remember that Carla is Cherry’s assistant. While she is very important to him (and that’s another post I’ll make later), she is not the one who is in control and never will be.

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On two (final) notes:

One, remember that it was Cherry that Reki went to to ask for help in Langa’s first beef against Adam. Remember that during that beef that Langa flashes back to Cherry’s advice to help him during the first half. And remember that during Langa’s second beef with Adam, Langa uses Cherry’s move to dodge Adam’s Love Hug Full Swing Kiss Combo.

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Two, there’s a reason why some of the S Gallery were considering Adam v. Cherry to “already be the finale”, and that’s because Cherry is a formidable opponent.

Think about how difficult it must be to face up against the “perfect skater”- and how enticing the thought of maybe beating him must be. Any little mistake you could possibly make would put you behind big time. He has the ability to change the shape of his board to go faster down the track and his skill in maneuverability was thought to the factor that would win in his beef against Adam had they actually made it to the factory as Adam’s speed wouldn’t have helped him inside the dilapidated building.

#im gonna make another post on cherry's relationship with carla as a whole but i just had to post this #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #sk8 meta #sk8 adam

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Jupiter and Venus

Hi this is totally something i wanted to do for fun, i hope you enjoy! This takes place when Joe was a sophomore at OSU; Joe x y/n

“y/n! your here! Finally, the party’s starting!” Your high school friend Marissa shouts as you enter the apartment. The overwhelming scent of beer and old spice attacking your sense of smell. Music blaring from every speaker in sight.

“Hi Maris!” You embrace her taking in the sight. It was a Friday night at Ohio State and Marissa was throwing a “small” party at her boyfriend’s apartment. You were told it would just be your friend group, but that guest list clearly went out the window.

Her boyfriend Jake hands you a drink you unsurprisingly can’t identify, but sip anyway.

Walking into the living room you see dozens of recognizable faces scattered about. Noticing your best friend Joe, you walk up to him.

“Hi guys!” You greet the group he is standing with and give him a hug.

You talk amongst the group noticing Joe’s oddly quiet demeanor, but considering maybe he’s just too sober. You zone out of the conversation you’re deep in to follow his line of view, stopping when you see the target.

Layla.

Joe and Layla were together for a couple of months and had really gotten to like eachother, but she called it quits last week with little reasoning. You found it completely odd but didn’t want to push him on the topic. You also couldn’t deny the fact that you weren’t necessarily disappointed that the relationship didn’t work out, given you’ve had your heart set on Joe since freshman year; but deciding that secret would be taken to the grave, given he was your closest friend.

You wanted to talk to him about it, but Marissa swooped you up before you got the chance.

“Cmonnnn we are doing shots y/n!” A clearly drunk Marissa exclaims. You leave the group to join your friend, downing 3 before joining the beer pong table.

It was a known fact that you crushed in beer pong, meaning every guy insisted on playing you to prove they could beat you, which never did actually occur.

You were having fun as time went on, careful not to drink too much because you had work tomorrow. Strolling through the party, pushing your way through the shit faced bodies, you notice you couldn’t spot Joe. Only Layla who was straddling some frat guy.

Soon you run into Sam, asking him where Joe is, he responds that he said he was going to get some air.

You assumed this meant to the rooftop which was known to be one of the best apartment rooftops in columbus. You whipped up a drink and headed towards the staircase.

The door swung open and you immediately spotted Joe sitting on a table top gazing upon the city. There were a few stragglers towards the back of the rooftop, but it was vacant otherwise.

“Hey you, brought you a little something,” you shrug with a smirk forcing the cup upon him. He showed you the best way to make a spiked hot chocolate freshmen year and you’ve never gone back.

Joe smiles, retrieving the cup from you and sipping it lightly. “almost as good as mine.” The wind blows across the rooftop making the already cold air sharp against your face. Joe notices your shivering and pats the bench top next to him. You scan his face as you take the seat; watching his eyes gaze upon the city line and the stars above it. Layla must have really gotten to him, cause he never isolates himself at party’s.

“Joe…” He turns his head and you notice his expression. Not the sad depressed look you were expecting, but more of a deep in thought face.

“I’m sorry about Layla, I know it must be hard seeing her with someone else, especially around all your friends.” He says nothing in response, just returning his eyes toward the city.

“But I really don’t think you should let her keep you from being yourself. I mean look at you, you’re usually the life of the party; I haven’t heard one mario kart joke from you all night,” you say keeping your eyes on him.

He cracks that half-way Joe smile that is recognized by those who know him best. That smile that pulled you into its grasp last year and hasn’t let you go since.

You watch as he stands, walking over to the railing along the rooftop, turning around to reach out his hand to you.

You accept as he pulls you next to him; close enough to make your heart flutter. The two of you stand along the railing adoring the view. As the wind picks up, your body lets out another visible shiver to which you laugh. The giggle comes to an end as Joe wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body, giving your head no where else to go but his chest.

You’re sure your breathing stops for a moment, sure you and Joe were close, but he’s never held you like this before. You keep your eyes glued ahead of you, not daring to look up at his baby blues.

No words are shared. No sounds escape. Just the two of you, embracing against the cold; something you couldn’t even find in your greatest dreams. You can feel your body becoming warm again.

Joe breaks the silence first, “Do you know why you can see Jupiter and Venus together on clear nights?” He asks pulling your finger to their direction in the sky.

You just shake your head, unable to form words at the moment.

“They follow a similar pattern around the planet, and when it’s the right time of year for their paths to cross, they look like they’re almost touching. So they follow each other year round, but don’t actually meet until the right moment” He finishes as he rests your hand back down, noticing your eyes glued to the planets in front of you.

“Gosh, so this is what it’s like when a space nerd gets his heart broken? He projects onto the planets?” You joke completely lost on what Joes mind was truly on.

He laughs in return but only pulls you closer to his chest, sending electricity through your entire body. He’s just keeping me warm. You have to repeat the sentence in your head to convince yourself this was a normal embrace between best friends.

“Joe please talk to me. What’s going on in your head, I hate not being able to read you.” You muster up the words as you turn your head up, inches away from his face.

“Can i be completely honest with you about something?” Joe asks

You nod in response. “Layla and I, you know we weren’t really what I made us out to be. I made it seem like we were really involved but honestly she was just a fling to distract my mind.”

“I thought you really liked her? You were always telling me about the dates you guys were going on.” You recall as those harsh memories arise of you having to put on a smile as Joe shared with you his experiences with Layla; pushing that “i wish it was me” talk far in the back of your mind whenever she was brought up.

“No. I mean, she’s a nice girl, but i’ve been really thinking about it lately and she was never the goal; she was just a way for me to take my mind off what i really wanted, or who.” As he finishes his sentence you feel his arm tighten around your waist only pushing you closer to him. You could swear your heart was screaming at him right now, almost wanting to hold your breath, careful not to give yourself away.

“Well…than I guess you can focus more on you’re goal than, but what was the point of getting with her if you weren’t really interested?” You press on

“The goal didn’t seem so attainable at the time, but now i realize that it’s my only option, and I can’t be with anyone else if she’s not her.” Joe shifts himself so he’s more facing you, gazing down toward you as your eyes meet his.

You couldn’t help but let out a smile and blush a little. This attention from Joe was so abnormal and making you feel every emotion possible. You wanted nothing more than to be his goal, be his venus.

Your eyes stayed locked for what felt like a lifetime, you stayed in his embrace feeling warm in his arms.

“How can I help you reach that goal?” You press on smiling in a way that no soul could hide. Your mind was spinning and words were forming on their own.

In an instant Joes lips are upon yours, he pulls you in, holding on like he’s scared to let go. Your hands reach for his face, cupping his checks as the kiss only intensifies. You feel his hands around your waist and smile against his lips. This was it, this was the love you believed you could never have; with the man you never thought saw you as anything but a friend.

You both pull away in heavy breaths, not daring to leave each others embrace. You both laugh, not able to take your eyes off one another.

“My god you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that for.” Joe shakes his head.

You smile in return leaning into him again, “Joe…I’m going to be completely honest, i’m so in love with you.”

You watch as his smile rises as he picks you up spinning you around as you laugh.

“I love you so much y/n, it’s always been you.” he whispers in your ear.

Setting you down on the ground, you both take a seat on the table top, lying down so your vision is filled with the night sky. You and Joe lie ear to ear and hand in hand. Smiling as you both crack jokes and whisper sweet nothings to each other. This is it, you think to yourself, this is Jupiter meeting Venus.

I hope this was kinda fun to read! Im just trying to get into writing fics so let me know if you have any requests!

#joe burrow #joeburrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow imagine

[aliteral-ghost]

This is the gift I made for @calilk for the @mcytblrholidayexchange! I hope you enjoy it!

I was asked for some identity reveal shenanigans and I hope I was able to convey it well! It's Joe and Cleo-centric with a little hurt and a lot more comfort! You can read the whole thing here or on ao3 here.

Beta'd by the amazing @iwillstealyourjawbone!

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Cleo knows Joe for a whole decade before they even begin to think about whether or not he’s actually human. No one on the Hermitcraft server really is, as far as she knows, but Joe is mostly unassuming and Cleo hasn’t known a human in so many years that she just figures that they all have their quirks. Until one day, when they’re prepping for HHH, and Cleo realizes a trait that Joe Hills has that no one in her many years of existence has had. 

“Joe?” Cleo asks. “Why can't I see your eyes?” Joe blinks, or at least they assume he blinks, from behind the glasses that are perpetually covering his eyes.

“Well, sorry, I didn't realize it was a problem! I can fix that right away.” Eyes appear as a sort of halo around his head, all staring at Cleo. She flinches suddenly at the amount of them watching her.

“No, no, that's fine, Joe. I really don't need to make eye contact…” The eyes disappear as quickly as they arrive, flickering out with a snap of static and sudden rush of air pressure. Cleo's ears pop, or at least they try to, one of the eardrums slightly too rotten to be able to flex that much. They manage to get it to go back to normal with a little fiddling, then smile at Joe again. “Well, shall we? There are hermits to be helped.” 

Or harmed, or hindered, or hugged, or any other verb that starts with ‘h’ that Cleo can think of. It varies wildly through the weeks depending on who needs help, but Joe always knows what they're going to be doing. Even when there isn't really going to be a plan, Joe always knows.

Cleo doesn't really care, though. That's just Joe Hills, in his infinite quirks. They're friends for a reason, of course.

After the helping (holding Tango at swordpoint until he lets them place snow), Joe and Cleo find themselves sitting at the top of Cleo’s castle, watching the sun go down. Predictably, the rest of the hermits were about as flaky as pumpkin pie crust, and it was a monumental task for just the two of them. Tango was grateful at the end of it all, of course, which always feels good, but Cleo’s fingers are practically falling off from the cold, wet snow, and Joe seems like he’s on the verge of falling asleep. 

Neither of them are talking, Cleo making mental notes of all of the things she still has to finish in her base, all the armor stands she wants to fill the rooms with, and Joe staring into the sun. Or, at least, Cleo thinks he is. She can’t see his eyes. His glasses always seem to be reflecting just right. 

It’s not like that’s the strangest thing about Joe, either. Occasionally they will find him just slightly too transparent, or working on something while floating at a strange angle, but that’s always been chalked up to the Joe Hills difference. She’s never thought that it might be because Joe isn’t human.

“I’ve been thinking about your question,” Joe says eventually. It takes Cleo by surprise, not because he’s been thinking about a question she posed, but because he sounds melancholy about that thinking.

“Which one?” Cleo asks. In theory, they know. They both know what question he’s been thinking about, but neither of them really know how to go about saying it.

“About my eyes,” Joe hiccups, a little sort of half-laugh, half-sob, clearly exhausted. “Do you know what I am, Cleo?”

That gives Cleo pause. Sure, she has theories, but the rule of thumb on the Hermitcraft server is always to keep theories to yourself. Never assume. “You're human?” She doesn't mean it to sound like a question.

“I'm a monster,” Joe sighs, nearly deflating. “My kind has done so much harm to the players… I've done so much….”

“If you're a monster,” Cleo says, not sure what they're talking about but just wanting to make things better, “What does that make me? My kind is constantly trying to kill us.”

As if on cue, a zombie groans from somewhere outside, and shuffles closer, as if sensing them through the walls.

“That's different,” Joe says. “You're cognizant. You're you. If you saw my true form… I wouldn't be allowed around here anymore.”

“I may not know ‘your true form,’ or whatever,” Cleo retorts, a little indignant, “But I know you. You're Joe Hills, from Nashville, Tennessee, you like helping people in that strange way you do, and you would never want to hurt any of us.”

Joe curls up like they’ve done hundreds of times before, head on Cleo’s thigh, shoulder pressed firmly to their side. It’s habit, at this point, more than anything, and he eases into a fitful sleep before long. Cleo doesn’t follow suit, counting his breaths and trying to ignore how Joe’s form shifts and morphs in his sleep. It wouldn't be polite to stare.

She doesn’t look up, but if they did they would see a massive halo of eyes, shimmering in every color of the rainbow. They’re not watching Joe and Cleo, instead staring off into the distance, watching every move of the other beings on the server, protecting them.

The next time someone asks about Joe–Gem catches Cleo after one of their Secret Life sessions, eyes wide with curiosity–they just smile. “That’s just how Joe is,” Cleo says. “That’s how he’s always been. Not much more about it.”

“But–” Gem starts, still full of questions.

“It’s the Joe Hills difference,” Cleo insists. “It’s really better if you don’t think too hard about it, anyways. You'll just end up with a headache.” She doesn’t say any more than that, even when Gem keeps pestering her. It’s not their business to share, and if Joe ever feels like telling the other Hermits, he will. They won’t pressure him, they know that, everyone is far too polite to even think about it.

“Okay,” Gem says, sounding like she’s mulling it over. “The Joe Hills difference.” She doesn’t ask any more questions, and Cleo goes about her day, happy that she'd been trusted to protect their friend’s privacy.

#hermitcraft #joe hills #zombiecleo #really fun to do this I don't normally write joe hills as eldritch

[ambrwolf]

Saw a post that has me thinking; what exactly are John Pruitt's crimes? Like what would he get charged with?

I think the most obvious one is killing Joe, but the question is what the charge would be. He says "something came over me" and that he "watched [himself] kill Joe" but also admitting to not feeling guilty would, uhh, not make a jury like him lol. I'd argue it was First Degree Manslaughter based on Washington state penal code (link to reddit thread about the location of Crockett), he did shove Joe but didn't seem like he wanted him dead. (and because im extremely extremely biased) But I think you could very very easily argue for Second Degree Murder, if you assume he did mean to kill Joe. I definitely think it was not premeditated, or John would have been actively hunting someone to feed.

Second major crime would be poisoning but again we're running into the intent of harm thing. "Every person who willfully mingles poison ... in any food, drink, medicine, or other edible substance intended or prepared for the use of a human being or who shall knowingly furnish, with intent to harm another person..." Umm, what if the dumbass in question thought he was doing something good?

I thiiinnnkk he could also be on the hook for all the other murders? At least the ones the angel did, since I don't think creatures can be tried for murder lmao. Which isss... at least 2 more Manslaughter charges?

Oh speaking of the angel, international smuggling is probably illegal- actually didn't he say "packed it with antiquities to hide it" or something? That's definitely smuggling lmao tho I don't know if he'd be tried for that here, I'm not sure who has jurisdiction over international crimes.

Actually we can probably throw forgery or impersonation in there too, he had to get back in the country somehow, and all his documents say hes an 80 year old man. Don't think security is gonna buy "miracle" as an excuse for why you look 50 years younger than the guy on the passport photo, buddy.

But anyways as his legal defense, my client was simply in a silly goofy mood your honor, look at him, hes a poor little meow meow and has done nothing wrong in his life, ever :3

#midnight mass #father paul #john pruitt #this got out of hand #im very autistic about this show lmao

[steddiet-t]

Thinking abt joe keery (Djo) and is sick singing voice, and how Eddie would react to hearing steve sing for the first time

It happened by chance, really it did, Eddie wasn't actually trying to be a creep, he was just so pumped! he has came up with the ultimate plot to convince Steve to play DnD, and when Steve didn't respond to the knocking, well Eddie assumed he was probably busy brushing his hair or throwing balls around in his giant garden, so when the door opened no issue, eddie just ya know, let himself in? There was a good reason! Eddie convinced himself as he made his way up the cream coloured staircase to where he heard the radio playing, to Stevie door, the song he was hearing, he hadn't heard before, which he'd usually put down to it being some trash pop music, but this wasn't pop, there was no lighthearted instrumental, there was no instrumental at all actually. Eddie opened the door, and that's when his brain caught up with him, because the radio was not in-fact on, but the shower was, and that silky smooth kinda rock inspired voice was in-fact Steve Harrington. and that well, that did something to Eddies brainwaves, not only is he a sexy jock with a heart of gold, but he can fuckin sing? it also didn't help eddies musical heart realise just how nicely their voices would compliment each other, while eddie was processing this the man himself actually emerges, towel covering his lower half (leaving far too much up to eddies imagination) but his wet hair that dropped over his gorgeous greek god esc features leaving water trickling down over his perfectly toned torso. steve's deeply confused, embarrassed face staring back at eddie just made his little gay heart to malfunction even more.

"Eddie." steve furrowing his stupidly perfect eyebrows "how long were you there?" he said a dusty blush settling on his face

after a second longer of eddie blinking away the infesting thoughts, he breaks his thoughts "your beautiful" eddie says still alittle lost, obviously by the gay shit he just spurted

"what?" steve said eyes widening alittle, also fighting a smile trying to creep on his face, missing the rosiness that successfully covers his face

"i-i mean your voice, it's, it's beautiful" eddie says, actually getting a hold of his vocal cords again, but still holding a trophy in his mind for getting pretty little steve harrington to blush for him, that he will have to revisit later

"oh. erm thanks? i've always loved songs, i don't know if i'd call myself good specifically? just always liked writing more then reading it i guess" steve says shuffling awkwardly

"YOU WROTE THAT?!" eddie says his bambi eyes growing 3x the size

"yeah?" steve said grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawers

"steve you are forever becoming more and more interesting" eddie says smiling to him

"i appreciate that, but i'd also appreciate if u let me get changed" steve responds smiling back at him

#steddie #djo music #steve harrington #steve harrington can sing #oblivious eddie munson #stranger things #gay

[notyoung-neil]

Ooc:

AM I YAPPIN ABT YOUNG NEIL HEADCANNONS INSTEAD OF WORKING OR SLEEPING?! YEAHH LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOO

If you fucking know me or see my ACC (and my other blog accs) yk I love the OG ships like jophen/ startech (joseph x stephen) mobillce (mobile x wallace) and maybe a few other non-cannon ships like kimona (Kim x romona) and...fuck idk the ship name for hollie x roxie or Kim x Lisa but yeah those too. For neil, personally, I'm a nordegrim shipper :)) Sorry, neilphen fans :((

Since I imagine he's still on collage I assume he's taking sonthing/ changed courses into somthing more...movie thing? Idk. Mainly working with cameras, screen writing, anything movie based or whatever

Since for Joe I made him Hispanic, other scott as Chinese, I don't really know what to do for the quirky silly little guy like neil. Gimme some ideas if y'all ever see this

Has attachment issues. Or fear of being left alone or not included

He has eczema that flairs up during the winter. Sometimes, he cries silently because of how itchy he is and doesn't like the cream the doctors told him to use because it's a weird texture he isn't comfortable with

Whenever stephen is back home from work, they usually sit down and watch movies together or during dinner. Young neil yaps about a movie, and stephen replies with a dry and simple "mhm, " "yeah", "that's cool -" and sometimes the occasional questions. Neil doesn't mind since he knows stephen is tired

He sometimes steals money from stephen but not all the time. He pays stephen back quickly by making some dinner (that he fucked up)

Favorite games have to be anything RPG based and zelda. Maybe he also got into the virtual world hype like UB funkies, webkinz, neopets, or club penguin (mainly UB funkies)

If he dose have a job I imagine he'd work at the second cup just to hang out with Stacy more, maybe a comic book store, or at no account video with Kim so he can watch more movies for free

I imagine his interest related friends has to be hollie (bc I see hollie also being a cinaphile), Joseph (because he wants to learn how to operate cameras and stuff and make it look cool by editing) and Jimmy (fellow zelda and starwars fan)

He has acne/ acne scars and back acne (I think that's the term) and he always picks/scratches at it

Speaking of picking. He always picks at his fingers and sometimes peels off a good chunk to the point it is bleeding bad, so he has bandaids on his hands and fingers most of the time. He doesn't mind which sorta bandaid. He likes the colorful ones that have like a character on it, but he worries if he might be too distracting for him when he's in class

I love how ironic it is for him to wear a heart on his sleeve sorta shirt even though he doesn't really show his feelings that often. He has the same ass stare all the time, and I think it's silly. So I just imagine he would say whatever is in his head without second thought, or he would mumble it if he thinks it's weird. So whenever he talks about his feelings, like how he feels about the whole "band abandoning him" situation, he actually means It and doesn't really hide it at all.

Steph (Neil's older sister) got him a pair of headphones bc thier parents were always fighting and a Walkman so he can listen to some music. He still uses those headphones to this day even though their broken in half, the sound quality is terrible and the ear puff thingy is crumbling

Whenever he goes out to the mall or out with anyone, he either has his hands in his pocket or out, bc someone has to grab onto his wrist so he wouldn't stop and stare at things (it's mainly Stephen and Kim who has to grip onto his wrist and drag him along. He dont mind tho :/ meanwhile stacy just holds onto his hand and stares with him)

Whenever stephen has a day off and he sees neil playing video games, he asks neil if he finishes his homework. If neil says no, stephen takes away his Gameboy color, keep it in his room and tell him to do his homework. If yes then stephen would just shrug it off, ruffle his hair up and say "ight, cool"

Neil was probably the first to find out that stephen was gay when stephen brought Joseph over (make of that as you will)

He writes movie reviews online and hopes people will see em but his writing skills are ass and he just describes whatever he can and think "yeah that's good enough"

Stephen treats neil like family since well, steph (Neil's older sister) isn't in contact with him that much. And because of the name similarities, neil just treats stephen like steph

His "stuffy" are those hot rubber water bottles (I forgor the name but you pour hot water into them and they help you with cramps and aches and shit-) with a wool sleeve wrapped around it

Since this rp acc is a bit related to the stephen acc. He likes bone crusher a lot! Since he mainly stays home, he has a new buddy to talk to and hang out with. But he leaves all the chores to stephen like cleaning out the litter box or something

Ever since he found out stephen had a cat he was pissed that stephen named the cat "bone crusher" not Link, Skull Kid,Meowth,Litten or Shinx or somthing cool like that but he continues to call bone crusher, bone crusher.

He has a bike and takes it to his college campus. He has the gear for it, too. Helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, and gloves. Stephen said if he doesn't wear em he'll get into an accident, and that scared neil

Idk why, but i imagine him being the type to collect... something! Maybe anything to fill up his already messy room!

He's a maximalist (I think that's how you spell it), as you can see from his room

OUGHHH, I CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN MAKING NEIL A DEMI BOY OR MAKING NEIL TRANS FTM AJXJWJXKWKXKWKKXKS

I imagine he has those window markers to doodle on his window or to doodle out ideas for another screen play

I imagine him and Stacy are pretty much on the platonic and cute relationship wise. Holding hands, cuddling all that sorta stuff and stacy likes to listen to Neil's rambles about movies and how good/bad they are

Neil likes it whenever he receives gifts :DDD and tries to pay back by acts of service or something idk. Even if it's his birthday or Christmas he makes sure he owes everybody a equal amount. For example (*COUGH COUGH* DS SITUATION) he's gotta pay back stephen by taking care of bone crusher for a day maybe, doing Stephen's chores and stuff

Not a neil headcannon but I imagine stacy trying to watch the movies neil recommend her so she can catch up and talk to neil abt it and I think it's really cute and sweet :DDD

Yk damn well he's got a BIG ASS forehead underneath all that hair. Justin Bieber lookin ah. No wonder why young neil is Canadian/j

Also not a neil headcannon. But I imagine everyone calling stephen, STEVEN (IDK HOW STEPHENS NAME IS PRONOUNCED. IS IT STEVEN OR STEPH-EM WJKDWKDJWN) that includes neil but Joseph calls stephen by his last name (stills) (joseph just calls everyone by thier last names to seem fancy and shit expect for Neil's. He just calls neil, kid or just neil because he doesn't know to how to read Neil's last name nor say it so...he just calls neil, neil)

Bases around one headcannon I saw. I forgor what acc and where it came from (I'll go ahead and credit them if I find it it) but since neil had like parents who always fought or is strict as hell he perfected the ways of walking around the house quiet af and accidentally scars ppl bc of this

#nordegrim #stephen stills #headcannons #young neil #ooc #scott pilgrim the anime #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim young neil #scott pilgrim headcanons #cringe ah #im writing this at 10pm i should go to sleep now :/ #...bojack horsemens neil mcbeal the navy seal :))) #i cant just say NEILS NAME WITHOUT THINKUNG OF THE NEIL FROM BOJACKNWJZJWKDKKW

[joeyquinndrabz]

Will it be like this forever?- Joseph Quinn X Reader

TW: n/a just pure fluff ladies and gents n as we know by now, no proof reading because it’s 00:18 and I have work at 5am so goodnight everyone 🥲

AN: massive thank you for all the love you’ve shown towards my last fic it’s very appreciated and I’ve enjoyed speaking to so many of you and getting to know you guys it’s been beautiful so thank you again <3

I listened to j’s lullaby (darlin’ id wait for you) when I wrote this xo

“Want one?” Joe offered as he opened a new packet of cigarettes that Wes had managed to convince the shopkeeper to let him buy. It was GCSE leavers day and you guys had taken it to the limits. As soon as the school bell rang you were out in Hyde Park with a massive group of fellow students, drinking and celebrating the end of school. Although you were excited for your new adventure into adulthood, it also terrified you. All the people around you were a part of your day to day routine and the thought of them no longer being apart of your daily routine was scary and daunting to say the least.

“Yes please.” You accepted with a sigh as you perched yourself against a tree that was perfectly positioned to give you a view of everyone and their antics. There was a group of girls you shared an English class with, attempting to sing ABBA’s ‘dancing queen’ but failing miserably. Further down sat Wes and a couple of the lads Joseph hung around with, opening a new crate of beer and passing around a badly rolled joint. And then there was Joseph and yourself, you’d both gone on a wander to share some time to yourselves. Fully aware that leaving school was a massive change, you couldn’t help but mourn the loss of these people even though they were right in-front of you. It was a bittersweet moment.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked as he joined you against the tree, passing you a cigarette. “Just thinking.” You replied, still staring out in front of you. Joe could see the cogs moving in your head as your eyes drifted from group to group, taking it all in whilst it was still there. He didn’t want to interrupt your thoughts so he opted for silence as he passed you his lighter, courtesy of the science department and their unattended office. You lit your cigarette, inhaled and turned to face Joseph as you exhaled. He was already looking at you, deep in thought himself.

Leaving school terrified you already, but you were more worried about your relationship with Joseph and whether or not it would survive the real ‘adult’ world. You’d met in year 7, you’d always had a crush on him from your first day. Although, it wasn’t until year 9 that Joe had plucked up the courage to ask you if you’d like to come round his for dinner. At the time, you’d assumed he meant it purely platonically. The pair of you had walked home together everyday since year 7 so it appeared you guys were just good friends. But, when he confessed his little crush on you in his bedroom after a partial popcorn fight, you quickly let him know you felt the same. Come year 11, you were still together and we’re deemed the ‘parents’ of the group. Nothing came between you. No one, nothing and you were dreading the day it came to an end. He’s all you’d ever known and doing this ‘adult’ thing without him was enough to make you lock yourself in your room and avoid it forever.

“Is this it?” The sadness in your eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed by the boy in front of you as you asked the dreaded question you’d been avoiding.

“What do you mean by that sweetheart?” Joseph questioned you as he took a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from you before he leant up to move some hair from your face. Your eyes fell to your lap, too scared to continue the conversation incase your fears became a reality. “Talk to me love.” His thumb now grazed your cheek as he leant down to try and hold eye contact with you, something you were making incredibly hard.

“I’m scared this, us I mean, is going to change.” You admitted whilst biting your lip and slowly lifting your head to meet Joseph’s furrowed brow. “What makes you think that?” Still grazing your face with his thumb. “You’re going to acting school and I’m going to sixth form. What if you meet someone else and I hold you back? Or what if I’m not as interesting outside of school? Or what if-“ Joe was quick to shut down your thoughts as he stubbed out his cigarette and held your head in both hands. “Hey,hey,hey. For starters, Im going to meet a lot of people and so will you. But none of them, and I mean none of them will ever make me feel the way you do and you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met. I love you, and I’ll always love you. Only you. I know we’re young, and it scares me too. But this, me and you, this isn’t going anywhere and you have my word on that. Nothing in the world will ever give me as much joy and happiness as being with you. I’ll never get tired of you angel.”

His words had definitely silenced you and any doubts you had, he’d confessed his love for you like you were the most important thing in the world to him. You didn’t want to be away from him, not now and not ever. “I think you’re my soulmate Y/F/N.” Joseph giggled and you soon mirrored him. “I sure do hope so because I am truly, madly in love with you Joseph.” And with that he leant in for a kiss, a delicate one that spoke all the words of reassurance you’d ever needed. Being in the arms of Joe was your greatest comfort and having him hold you into this new lease of life was just what you needed.

“Will it always be like this?” You asked as you leant against him, gazing out again but this time with a content smile on your face. “As long as my hearts beating sweetheart, as long as it’s beating.” He held you close and kissed your head, lingering whilst you squeezed him tightly.

“Hello angel.” Joseph beamed as you stepped into your apartment, shopping bags in hand. You were quick to dump them and walk into his open arms. “Oh god Ive missed you.” You mumbled into his chest. “I’ve missed you too, how was work?” He asked whilst holding you tight, hand in your hair. “Pretty shit. Do you ever wish we were just back in school again? We were so oblivious and naive, it was fun.” You groaned and soon felt the vibrations of Joes chest as he chuckled softly. “Hmm, sometimes I do yeah but I can now go into any shop and get wine and cigarettes which is something little Joe was missing out on.” You we’re quick to scoff and pull your head from his chest to look at him and his massive grin. “Oh please! You would never have touched wine back then, it was cider or nothing for you.” Joe cackled as you jokingly screwed your face up, reminiscing on the various house parties that would end in Joseph’s head in a bowl because he claimed the cider tasted like “pop”. “I have a finer taste for alcohol now darling.” He chuckled and pulled your hair back with both hands, staring into your eyes as you stared back into his. “Some things don’t change though.” He muttered as he got lost in a trance of admiration for what he was staring at. You. “How’d you mean?” You asked tilting your head slightly. “Do you remember our last day of school?” You hummed to indicate you did in fact remember. “I told you I thought you were my soulmate and you were so scared I was going to find you boring as time went on.” He was lost in this trance, you could see the flashbacks in his eyes as his eyes lit up with happiness at the fond memories. “I know now.” He smiled softly whilst stroking your cheek with thumb. “Know what?” You asked and gazed up at him with a grin plastered on your face. “That you’re my soulmate and the one person I’ll never get bored of. And I thank my lucky stars every night that I met you when I did, we get to experience life together and have done for 16 bloody years. I know you’re the one for me, you were then, you are now and you will be in years to come.” Joseph was truly, madly n deeply in love with you. The feeling was mutual. “I wish they could see us now.” You whispered, tracing Joseph’s features in admiration of his beauty. “I love you Joseph Quinn, I did then, I do now and I’ll love you till my heart stops beating.”

Joe leant down and kissed you like he did when you were 16 under a massive tree in Hyde Park, with nothing but love and affection. He pulled back and kissed your forehead as he pulled you into him again. Joe was all you’d ever known and all you ever wanted to know, he was home. Wherever Joe was, your heart followed.

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader fluff #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn #joseph #joseph quinn one shot #Joseph quinn imagine #joe quinn

[defleppardfan1]

Love Bites: Chapter 8

Series Masterlist

“I’m gonna do it.” Y/N told Tammy, as she walked into the dressing room. It was their first show in France and after her conversation with Joe, Y/N knew what she had to do.

“What are you doing?” Tammy looked up from her magazine at the pacing lead singer.

“I’m gonna break up with Doug.” Y/N stopped her pacing as she looked over at her best friend. Tammy immediately started smiling.

“When?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can do it over the phone so I will probably have to wait until we go back home.”

“But that’s months away.” Tammy pointed out, earning a sigh.

“I know. If I do it before then though, I can’t guarantee that he won’t throw my stuff out.”

“It’s a shame we don’t have a break before we go to America.” Tammy told her.

“There’s nothing that we can do about that. When the tour ends I’ll break up with him.”

“And when you do, my front door is open for you for as long as you need.” Tammy reassured her.

*

The shows in France went well. With every day that passed, Ultraviolet were settling into the tour life and enjoying every show. Joe and Y/N were still staying away from each other but it wasn’t as awkward as before. They would be polite to one another and engage in conversations, but as soon as the two were alone, one would leave the room. 

Y/N didn’t know if she could trust herself around the Def Leppard frontman. Every day that she spent with the man, or even just in the same room as him, she found herself falling more and more for him. She was sure that everyone around her could tell but she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

Until the tour ended and she broke up with Doug, she knew that she couldn’t do anything about her growing feelings. She just hoped that Joe would be willing to wait for her. 

Little did she know, Joe was having similar thoughts about her. After he found her outside the hotel, he couldn't keep his mind off of her. He was pleased that she was finally going to break up with Doug but at the same time, that didn’t mean she would want to pursue anything with him. Yes they kissed but that didn’t mean that she would want to be with him.

Afterall, the woman would only have just gotten out of a serious relationship, an unhealthy one at that. Joe knew that he couldn’t date her when she was in such a fragile state, no matter how much he wanted her.

*

A week after they arrived in France, it was time for the two bands to travel to America. It was a nearly eleven hour flight and almost all the way throughout, Johnny wouldn’t shut up. Y/N could tell that all of Def Leppard, aside from Rick who was asleep, was getting annoyed along with Benji. 

Y/N however, couldn’t bring herself to become agitated at the excited drummer, afterall, it was their first time to America and Y/N was feeling ecstatic as well, she just hid it better and kept all her excitement inside.

Joe sat opposite Y/N after Tammy and Sav had made him. The two lead singers assumed that it was their bassists’ idea of a joke and they didn’t bother to argue with them. Both of them spent the flight talking quietly, trying to drown out Johnny’s incessant talking. It felt like things were back to normal after their kiss. It was as if nothing had happened between them.

Johnny eventually wore himself out after five hours, much to everyone’s relief and the plane fell silent for a moment. Y/N decided that now would be a good time to talk to Joe seriously.

“Thank goodness he is finally asleep.” Y/N joked earning a hushed laugh from Joe.

“I wasn’t going to say anything so I am glad you did.” Joe told her, the dimple on his left cheek was more prominent than ever.

“I’m breaking up with Doug when we get home.” Y/N told Joe bluntly, earning a stunned look in response.

“You are?” Joe asked, happy that she was really going to do it.

“Yeah. You helped me realise that he isn’t who I should be with.”

Joe felt himself swallow at her words. He couldn’t help the way his heart started beating faster and he could only hope that she wasn’t able to notice.

“Well, I’m glad I could help.” Joe told her, his throat not used to the sudden dryness that had overcome it.

“Did you mean what you said the other day?” Y/N asked him, deciding that there was no way back now. “That you would be there for me?”

Joe gently smiled at her, taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb over the back.

“Every word.”

*

They finally arrived in America. Both bands were booked into a hotel in Georgia so that they could all get some sleep before their first American show the next day, however, they all found themselves in Joe and Sav’s room. None of them could sleep from the never fading excitement of the tour. They had all had plenty of sleep on the plane and the time difference had messed with their sleep schedules.

Everyone was either laying on one of the two beds in the room, or on the floor, but they were all slightly too drunk to care. Y/N didn’t drink very often so she found herself getting quite drunk very quickly. 

Lucky, she didn’t end up vomiting but instead passed out on Joe’s lap. The man just ran his fingers through her hair, lulling her into a deeper slumber. He soon noticed a pair of eyes on him and turned to his drummer.

“What?” He questioned him in a hushed tone as not to wake the sleeping girl on his lap.

“You’re in love with her aren’t you.” Rick spoke knowingly.

Joe went to protest but was interrupted.

“Yes.” Sav stated, looking over between his two bandmates. “There’s no point denying it mate.”

Joe didn’t even bother responding, he couldn’t deny their claims. He just wanted to enjoy holding the woman on his lap. He didn’t know if he would be able to do it again.

Chapter 9

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