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janeyseymour · 1 month

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Landslide

Summary: Melissa's doing a lot of self-reflection while she ponders about what the future might hold for the two of you.

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Melissa Schemmenti has been through a lot- there’s no two ways about that statement. She’s had plenty of rough seasons, and they’ve shaped who she is today. And then you came crashing into her life the day that you quite literally tripped and fell walking into her during the first day of development at Abbott your first year. Your mere existence threw her into an existential crisis, and that was before the two of you started dating. And now? She’s contemplating asking you to marry her (how you managed to get her to rethink her entire outlook on life, love, and marriage without your realizing it is beyond her). With this revelation of hers that she might want to get married again, she’s doing a lot of reflection of the course of her life.

I took my love, I took it down. I climbed a mountain and I turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills, til the landslide brought me down.

She used to wear her heart on her sleeve. That’s actually how she fell in love with Joe. It was a typical school girl crush in the eighties when she met him in an entry level writing course during college that everybody was required to take in order to graduate. They fell in what she thought was love and got married far quicker than she had ever expected herself to do. She had climbed that mountain, and she almost made it to the top. But then, their marriage had turned into the situation that she had promised herself she would never be in. She turned around, and as she began her trek down, she saw her reflection in what was now a snow covered hill. She saw the way that this experience changed her, and she knew that she would never be the same again- not after what Joe had done. And then the landslide brought her down, and she had fallen from what felt like the highest peak, and she found herself in one of the lowest valleys.

Oh, mirror in the sky: what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Building herself back up to be as much of the Melissa Schemmenti that she knew and missed was a process, and the redhead knew that it was always going to a little different than it once was.

Melissa found herself looking up at the sky quite often, feeling a sense of serenity when the sun in the sky shone on her face or when the droplets of water that fell from the clouds trailed down her face and she couldn’t quite tell what was rain and what was tears. It was freeing and made her feel as though everything might just be okay.

The redheaded woman was looking up at the sky on a rather cloudy and dismal day as she wandered through the city aimlessly when she finally decided to ask herself what love really is.

Melissa came to the realization that day that she had no idea what love was. Her mother and father certainly didn’t have the love story everyone yearned for- no, they ended up divorced by the time the redhead was ten. She remembers hearing their fights, the cursing and tears, while she lay in bed trying to fall asleep. A part of her had died in those years, and she truly wondered in that moment if the inner child within her heart could ever rise above and find love- true, real, and natural love that wasn’t forced or expected of her.

The woman walked through the city without a destination, wondering if she could handle the changing ocean tide of being in a marriage to being single again. Could she handle the different seasons of her life that were yet to come? She supposed she made it this far, so she can’t give up now- if anything to spite whatever God was trying to make her life a living hell.

Well I’ve been afraid of changing, cause I built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older. And I’m getting older too.

That night, Melissa went back to the small apartment in the middle of Center City Philadelphia that she couldn’t quite yet call a home. She stood out on her balcony, eyes focused down on the streets below her. Somewhere, Joe was roaming those streets looking for his next booty call. And in that moment, she realizes that she needs to change her ways- it’s been two months that she’s been moping around since the divorce was filed.

But she was terrified of change. She had built this whole life around Joe and his friends and family, and she lost it all in an instance when she caught him in their bed with another woman.

With time, Melissa’s heart healed and mended itself- the only true remedy for heartache and heartbreak. And in that time, she grew to love where she worked at Abbott Elementary. She grew bigger and bolder, back into the woman that didn’t put up with shit and marched to the beat of her own drum.

Years passed, and the redhead found herself watching her first class graduate from Abbott. Only then did she realize that even children grow and get older- onto their new chapter, and then in a few short years she would find herself at their high school graduations cheering and clapping for them among their families.

But Melissa Schemmenti was like family to some of those kids- like a second mother, or even a first mother in certain cases. And she would continue to be there for them.

Only after she enters the door to her townhouse that at least somewhat feels like a home to her now does the second grade teacher realize that she too is getting older.

And then you came around. You started working at Abbott when Melissa was finally settled into her own being and she was happy with where she was in life. And you came and shook that all up in your flowery sundresses and bright smile. You turned her world upside down with your infectious positivity and sunny disposition. The redhead who wore mostly muted colors with her pleather pants and leather jacket started to wear brighter colors again, because you unintentionally made her see the world like she was living in technicolor.

And after a few months of you working there, the two of you began to see each other romantically. You brought out parts of the hardheaded second grade teacher that she thought she would never see again, yet she was still Melissa. She was still the woman who knew a guy and wasn’t afraid to back down from a bare knuckle fist fight or to bring out her bat to destroy someone’s car who wronged her. You found yourself loving that. You also found yourself loving the way that Melissa would turn soft for you in an instant if you needed it. You knew she was the woman of your dreams, and the redhead felt that too oddly enough.

And so, here she is in her classroom as she waits for you to finish up a meeting with Malik’s parents and doing some self-reflection again as she wonders if maybe you are the miracle that she’s been waiting for her entire life- if you are the one true, real, natural love that she’s been looking for. If you’re the one that she’s going to throw caution to the wind for and get married to.

Well I’ve been afraid of changing, cause I built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older. And I’m getting older too.

She’s been afraid of change her entire life. Melissa Schemmenti thrives off of routine and the things that she knows to be true in the world. But you came and shook everything up, and she’s built her new life around you now. Is she willing to change everything if a second marriage of hers goes south again?

But… time has made her bolder. Time has shown the redhead that no matter what happens, she’s resilient- she’ll make it through. And genuinely, she isn’t so sure that she would hate the change of being married again, as long as it was to you.

Time passes around her slowly as she looks around her classroom and realizes just how much has truly changed since she started teaching you and even just in the past few years that you’ve been in her life.

The kids that she started out with are onto the real world, they’ve grown up. They’re off creating their lives, creating families and raising beautiful children that are now wandering through the halls of Abbott themselves.

The practice of teaching has changed and evolved as Melissa’s been here, and while she’s always been afraid of change, the redhead realizes that she’s always been changing and growing to fit the standards of the time in order to give her students the best education she can.

And you? You’ve brought a new sense of life and passion into her world… she’s getting older, she’s aware of this. Maybe you’re worth the potential landslide that could take her out again. She doubts you will- you’re nothing like her ex-husband in the slightest. And that gives her hope. The lingering fears though stay with her, because much like you’ve shaped her, so have her past experiences.

Oh, take my love, take it down. Oh, climb a mountain and you turn around. And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, well the landslide brought me down. And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, well the landslide bring it down.

Melissa’s worn her heart on her sleeve when it comes to you. And so far, she hasn’t had to take it down. You’ve both climbed the mountain, but neither of you have turned around. She saw her reflection as she climbed up, and she’ll be quite frank: she still glances down at the snow-covered hills occasionally when a moment of self-doubt and self-worth takes over. But she doesn’t think that the landslide will ever bring the two of you down.

And so, she opens her phone and pulls up the number of one of her guys.

“Jack? I think I need a ring,” she says into the phone lowly, praying to God you aren’t coming around the corner.

“For?”

“I think I found the future Mrs. Schemmenti,” Melissa reveals with a soft smile on her face. “I’m done letting the landslide bring me down.”

“Meet me tomorrow after work, and I’ll have a few things picked out for you.”

She hangs up the phone with a smile.

You walk into her classroom a few moments later, bags slung over your shoulder.

“Hey, babe,” you sigh. “You ready to go home? I’m beat, and I need some relaxation and Desperate Housewives.”

Melissa chuckles softly as she stands from her desk chair and grabs her own bag. She stretches to peck your cheek before taking your left hand in her own. Subconsciously, she rubs her thumb on your ring finger as she thinks about the meeting that she has tomorrow with her guy.

Melissa Schemmenti has always been afraid of change… always wanted to heal that inner child of hers that used to look up into the night sky and wonder what love was. And here she was, changing for you and knowing what love truly felt like.

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joeybsversion · 9 months

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I miss yous

Joe Burrow x Reader

You and Joe work through a messy break up

“Who Dey!” Ja’Marr stuck out his hand for a high-five from Joe. “What’s wrong, bro?” He asked as Joe blinked his way back to reality.

“Good game, Ja’Marr.” He pulled the cigar from his mouth and gave a weak smile.

“You should be celebrating, Joe. That was a big game. What’s going on?” He asked taking a seat next to Joe.

“Just tired.” He lied. “Like you said, big game.” He pressed the cigar to his lips again.

“You miss her, don’t you?” Ja’Marr questioned. He took no response from Joe as a yes and patted his friends back as he walked off.

Across the city you finishing another drink, making yourself look busy so you didn’t have to watch Joe’s post game interview.

You pulled yourself from the couch and stumbled into the kitchen to pour another drink, your best friend close behind.

It had been 4 months now since you and Joe had broken up. Seeing his face all over TV didn’t make it any easier as they progressed their way through the division. The breakup was messy, Joe was away for a game and neither of you really got any closure. With work and taking care of things at home, you weren’t able to travel as much this season with him. You both had wanted to keep your relationship private but it almost became too private. Not even the two of you knew what was going on some of the time.

“You’ll be fine without him.” Your friend reassured you as she watched you down another drink.

“I know. I’ll probably even be happy.” You lied.

“So what’s the problem?” She asked, taking the now empty plastic cup from your hand and tossing it into the garbage.

You stared at his face on the screen across the room. The rest of our friends are watching his post game interview and celebrating another win. “It would have been easier,” you paused “to have been happy with him here.” You looked down. “I’m going to head home.” You pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber. “I’m tired.” You lied, much like Joe had done to Ja’Marr earlier that evening.

“Meet you at my place?” Tee stopped by Joes locker on his way out. They team always celebrated at Tee’s after the games.

“I’m pretty tired, might just head home. Next weeks a big one and I want to make sure I’m ready to go.” Joe lied, taking another long draw from his cigar.

“Ok man, I understand.” He walked towards the door “but if you change your mind you know where to find me.” He hollered as the door swung shut behind him.

Joe pulled on his hoodie and closed up his locker. “Time to get out of here.” He mumbled to himself, digging through his bag for his phone and keys. “Another night alone.” He sighed.

By the time he left the stadium, the sky was dark and it was starting to rain. As he got home, he dropped his bag at the front door, headed upstairs, and got into bed. You were still on his mind as you had been every day for the past 4 months, he so badly wanted to hear your voice. But you hadn’t reached out even one time since the breakup. He figured you had moved on and were fine without him.

Joe pulled out his phone and clicked through until he found your contact. Everything in his head was telling him not to text you. It was almost 2:30 AM now, you were asleep he thought to himself. But he didn’t care. Without another thought, Joe fired off a text “I miss you.” It read.

The rain was coming down hard now and it was pitch black outside. “I should’ve left a light on.” You mumbled as you climbed out of the Uber and made your way to the front door. “Where is my phone?” You fumbled through your bag trying to find it so you could use it as a flashlight. “There it is.” You heard it buzz and dug it out of the bottom of your bag. As you pulled it out you saw 2 new messages pop up.

yourbffsname: Let me know when you make it home!

Joey: I miss you

“I must be so drunk.” There is no way Joe texted you thought. You flipped your phone around and used the light so you could see to unlock the door.

You made your way to your room, quickly threw on an old sweatshirt Joe had left here and climbed into bed. You plugged in your phone and saw you had 2 new messages.

Joey: Alot

Joey: And I want to see you

You froze. Was this really happening? Was it some sort of prank? He should be celebrating with the guys, right?

Joe put his phone down, took a few deep breathes, and covered his face. He wanted you back so bad. He picked up his phone again, checking for a reply but nothing had come through yet. And then he did the unthinkable, he pressed the call button and placed his phone up to his ear.

“Hey.” He croaked out. “Did I wake you?” He asked.

“Hey…. No, no. I’m up.” You replied.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes waiting for each other to speak.

“How are you?” Joe asked.

“You can’t ask me that.” A tear slipped down your cheek. You tried to stay quiet so he wouldn’t know you were crying. “You can’t ask me how I’m doing…” you paused “after you tore me apart.” You managed to whisper into the phone.

“I’m sorry, baby.” His voice cracked. You thought he may be crying. You couldn’t talk without sobbing, so you sat quiet for a few minutes. “I miss you,” he whispered, “I’ve tried to tell myself I don’t. And I think I mean it too when it’s 4 PM and the crowd is going wild and we’re seconds away from winning another game. But before I know it, it’s 2 AM and I’m in bed staring at the ceiling and there’s a tiny ache in my heart that wishes you were here. I can’t close my eyes because it’s too hard to decide if I’m more scared of your absence or the possibility that I’ll always miss you.” His voice cracked again and you were almost positive he was crying now. “I miss how we use to talk. I miss our calls. I miss going to sleep knowing you were still mine the next day,” there was a long pause, “I’m missing you like shit tonight.” He croaked out. “This just sucks because I still care, I still want to fix things, and I still want you. I still want us. I still need closure.” He sighed. “I need you to say something.”

You sat in silence for a few seconds, trying to think of what to say next. “I miss you, Joey.” You whispered. “I really miss you.” Another tear rolled down your cheek. “We keep on exchanging ‘I miss you’s” you said, “but it’s sad because neither of us did anything to just see each other again.” You finished, referencing how you hadn’t seen each other since before you broke up. “I don’t think I can come to terms with how things ended,” you paused, waiting for him to say something. “You told me you loved me in the morning on your way out to the door,” you used your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe your eyes “and that night when you got to your hotel for the game, you didn’t anymore.” You cried out.

“I never stopped loving you.” He interrupted. “I’m sorry for how things ended….” There was another long pause as you both sat in silence. “I read through our old messages earlier when you use to tell me how much you loved me and I would tell you that you meant everything to me,” he continued, “those words are still true. I want to fix things. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sniffled.

“I’m sorry too.” You cried.

“Come over, baby.” He said.

“Joey, it’s almost 3 AM. It’s late.” You reminded him.

“Please.” He whispered. “I need to see you.”

“Good night, Joey.” You whispered and ended the call.

You put your phone down, dried your tears, and rolled over. It was best to sleep this off and see how you felt in the morning. You really did miss Joe, but you were nervous to see him.

As you drifted off to sleep you heard knocking on the front door. “What time is it?” You rolled over and pulled out your phone. It was 4:27 AM. You had a message from Joe.

Joey: I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m coming to see you and make things right.

He couldn’t actually be here you thought. You imagined the noises. It’s way too late and it would be too crazy for him to be here right now. You rolled back over.

Joe couldn’t fall back asleep after your call. The next thing he knew, he was standing outside your front door, knocking a firm sound against it. You opened the door, still half asleep, your face showing a mix of confusion and happiness.

Joe reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you onto the porch with him in the rain. He puts his lips against yours and his hands in your hair. You can feel the uncertainty behind the kiss, but you don’t stop.

When you pull back he looks at you and says “Your favorite way to be kissed is in the rain, you hate the color orange but will always wear it on game day. You love sleeping in on the weekends and vegetables disgust you.” He lets out a big breath before continuing, “You’re still on my mind and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.” With a watchful eye he looks for your reaction.

Your mouth turns up into another smile and you crash your lips together again

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filthyjoetini · 5 months

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Stumblin' In

a/n: Part 2! Enjoy! Likes, reblogs and feedback are always welcome. The usual thank you goes out to @barfightzanddiscolightz for taking her time to beta read and edit and giving input <3

warnings: none

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Part 2

Just as you had finally made yourself somewhat comfortable in the unforgiving embrace of the hospital bed, your bladder made itself known once again. Groaning, you pressed the call button for the fifth time in the past three hours. How much can one person piss? Stupid I.V. drip, you thought to yourself.

When they had first wheeled you into the emergency room, you were quickly surrounded by a flurry of nurses and a doctor. They had palpated your neck and spine as well as the back of your head and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. Because of your reaction to the examination and to be on the safe side, the doctor had ordered an x-ray of your neck, spine, and ribs.

You had immediately been pushed out of the emergency room, down a very long and bright corridor and into the x-ray room. In the x-ray room, you had bravely endured the examination, even squeezing your eyes shut, despite the x-ray technician telling you that nothing would happen. Your inner child, however, was hoping for at least one laser beam. Later, you blamed the concussion for your strange behaviour.

Back at the ER, the doctor had checked your results and fortunately found nothing more than a big bump and that your obvious concussion could be diagnosed. Additionally, they had confirmed what the paramedics had already told you: you would have to stay in the hospital for at least a 24-hour observation, and the worst part of it all was that you were not allowed to eat. So, they had put you on a drip, which fed you all the nutrients and medication directly into your bloodstream. The actual procedure turned out to be a mammoth task. It had taken them several tries to find a vein, and when they finally did, they had managed to pop one, turning your arm all bruised and blue. It looked like someone had twisted your arm.

“Hi. Do you need to go to the toilet again?”, the nurse asked with a smile, as she stepped into the room.

You nodded and pushed yourself up a little. Immediately, the nurse was at your side, tutting you.

“Dear, I’ve told you not to overexert yourself. I’m here to help you with that. Come on, take my arm.”

You grabbed her arm, and she pulled you into a standing position before taking the IV pole in her other hand and slowly leading you to the small adjacent bathroom.

Once the nurse had brought you back to your bed, you decided to scroll through TikTok, which you got bored with rather quickly. You thought about calling your best friend and your dad again but decided against it. Firstly, because they had both been alerted by the lady at the desk after she had entered you in the system, that you had been admitted to the hospital. You had insisted on giving her both names and phone numbers as emergency contacts and so they had both been waiting for you in your room as soon as ER had transferred you. Secondly, because it was already nearing midnight, and you were sure that they both would be asleep by now.

Before you closed your contact list, you saw it again. The short three-letter name that had only been on the list for a few hours: Joe.

Gingerly, you tapped on the name and a new iMessage chat opened.

Hey...

The three dots immediately appeared, and you almost threw your phone at the wall opposite your bed.

Hi there. How are you?

Blushing, you began typing your reply, your fingers gliding thoughtlessly over your phone’s touchscreen.

I’m fine, all things considered. I have to stay for a 24-hour observation, and I’m not allowed to eat solid food. They have me on a drip, which makes me piss like a horse...

Oh wow. Sorry to hear that 😉

Oh no! Oh fuck. Totally TMI.

Sorry! That was TMI!

Haha. No worries.

Chewing on your lips, you started typing again. You had one burning question to ask him.

OK. Cool. Um. Also. HOW THE HECK DID YOU PUT YOUR NUMBER INTO MY PHONE? DID YOU HACK IT?

Hahaha...do you seriously think I could hack a phone?

Yes?! I mean, it could be your job for all I know!

Hahaha. It’s far from what I do for a living.

Your phone was unlocked. I believe you turned off your auto-lock-thingy or whatever...

You quickly opened your settings, and he was absolutely right, you had it turned off. Snorting, you reopened the chat.

Wow there, IT-God, you were right.

IT-God...good one, Humpty Dumpty.

Stop calling me that!

What else am I supposed to call you. I don’t know your name. You’re Humpty Dumpty in my phone now.

Omg...noooo.

What’s your name, Bambi on ice?

Another one? Is he serious?, you thought with a groan but, quickly let him know your name.

Alright, changed it. See! *attachment*

Smiling at the visual confirmation, you let out a small yawn. Your eyes suddenly became very heavy.

I’m going to get some shut eye, I’m really tired.

Totally understandable. You had a rough day.

Bye Joe x

Bye...sleep tight. Keep me updated. x

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You woke up from what you considered was the worst night’s sleep you had ever had. If it wasn’t the weird position you were forced to sleep in waking you, it was when a nurse would come check on you from time to time or help you when you needed to use the loo for the gazillionth time.

You were relieved when morning finally came. The first thing the nurse did, was to take you off the I.V. That meant no more peeing every 30 minutes. Thank fuck. She even brought you a small, stomach-friendly breakfast and informed you that the doctor would come by to discharge you soon.

Less than an hour later, the pleasant doctor handed you the discharge form as well as a prescription to take to the hospital pharmacy. You hadn’t shown any unusual symptoms which meant that your brain was working as intended. Therefore, the doctor decided that you could leave the hospital early.

Quickly, you informed your best friend and your dad about the good news, and they both asked you if they should come and pick you up. You told them they didn’t need to; you could find your way home just fine. Your dad, in his usual dad-manner, replied with a thumbs-up emoji whilst your best friend sent you the side-eye one. You knew exactly what she meant with it. Girl, if you fall again, I’ll kick your arse.

You chuckled and exited the message feed when another one caught your eye. It was the one you had started with Joe yesterday. His last message taunted you. He had asked you to keep him updated. So, you did.

Hey Joe!

Hey Tumbleina!

Stop it!

I’m being discharged early!

That’s great news! When?

You hurriedly checked your form. It said that you needed to pick up your medication from the in-house pharmacy and that it would be ready for pick-up at 12:45pm, which was in an hour from now.

I’m still waiting for my medication to be ready for collection which won’t be until 12:45...so, I think around 1-ish?

Cool! 👍

Yeah, I’m glad. Can’t wait to crawl into my bed.

I bet. Hospital beds are the worst.

Tell me about it.

Anyway, I thought I’d let you know. Because you were so adamant about it.

Thank you, very considerate of you to keep me, your saviour, in the loop.

You laughed out loud at his reply and responded with a series of laughing emojis before putting your phone down on the bed.

Too hastily, you changed out of your hospital gown and into your clothes. Your dad had brought you an overnight bag with comfortable clothes when he had come to visit you yesterday. However, the quick movement was too much for your bruised body and you hissed in pain. Slow down, you scolded yourself and continued to get ready at a slower pace.

You packed your few belongings into your duffle bag, cautiously slung it over your shoulder, and quickly glanced back to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything.

When you arrived in the lobby, the receptionist asked you to wait in the waiting area until your name was called. Nodding, you sauntered over to the nearest available seat and ungraciously plopped down onto it. You retrieved your phone from your joggers to kill some time. You read the news and played some word-based online games.

You were just about to solve a rather tricky one when your name was suddenly called. Letting out a sigh that you hadn’t really intend to let out, you got up and trudged over to the chemist’s counter. The old lady behind it handed you a small plastic bag with your medication. It was ibuprofen and some sort of gel that you were supposed to rub on your neck and back. How you were supposed to do that yourself was beyond you. You quietly thanked the old lady who gave you a dismissive nod in return.

Slowly, you turned around and walked away from the counter towards the hospital’s exit. You were just checking your next tube connections on your phone when you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, you saw a man standing by the litter bin, tapping his cigarette into the bin’s built-in ashtray. Why was this man trying to get your attention?

You squinted at him and all he did was stare back at you, with big brown chocolate button eyes. You let out a loud gasp.

“Joe?”

“Hey there, Bambi. Good to see you up and about.”, he chuckled, as he took the last drag of his cigarette.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, you asked in complete bewilderment, entirely ignoring his nickname for you and taking quick steps towards him.

Putting out his cigarette, he let out another chuckle.

“Well, I thought I could take you home...you know, make sure you don’t stumble over your own feet and fall again.”

“What makes you think I don’t have a ride home?”, you inquired, your hand now on your hip and his smile instantly began to falter.

“Oh shit! I didn’t think of that! Do you?”

“Nah.”, you giggled and he visibly relaxed, but his cheeks already held a red, embarrassed tint. “My dad and bestie asked me if they could come pick me up, but I declined.”, you continued. “It’s only a couple stops on the tube.”

“A few stops too many, if you ask me.”, Joe concluded, back on his confidence-track. He took a few steps towards you and held out his arms to you. “Let me accompany you home.”

“Fiiiine.”, you groaned, rolling your eyes and eventually linking your arm with his. “You’re insufferable.”

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Your 20-minute ride home was the most eventful tube journey you had ever had. Joe made sure you held on to every railing, and if there wasn’t one available, his arm. He fussed over you like an overprotective boyfriend, which made your cheeks flush a little. No, you gotta stop thinking like that. He’s just helping!, you reminded yourself, shaking your head to get rid of those intrusive thoughts.

Still arm in arm with Joe, you exited the tube station closest to your block of flats and led the way down the street towards it.

“This is me.”, you announced, suddenly shy as you began to slow down your pace. Joe smiled down at you and let go of your arm.

“Nice house.”, he looked up at it. It was anything but nice. It was one of those ugly buildings straight out of the seventies and most of its residents had lived there since the beginning.

“Ah...it’s nothing. Most of my neighbours are elderly people. I basically live in a retirement home.”, you chuckled lowly, and Joe’s grin grew wider.

“Could be worse.”, Joe determined. “You could have a funeral parlour on the ground level.”

You gave him a puzzled, questioning look.

“Not that I have a funeral parlour in the building I live in.”, Joe clarified, giggling softly. “I just think that’s worse than living with the elderly.”

“You’re very strange, Joe.”, you snorted, shaking your head again.

“I’ve been told that before.”, he smiled broadly and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets.

“Hmmm...”, you hummed, glancing quickly at him. His eyes were fixed on your face, and you quickly averted your gaze.

“Uhm...thank you.”, you started, blushing once more. “For helping me yesterday and bringing me home just now. I really don’t know how I could make it up to you.”

“Hmmm...”, he copied you. Wanker. Then his face lit up like a thousand suns. “You know what? You could make it up to me by going on a date with me.”

Snorting, you threw your head back in laughter and rolled your eyes at him. When you looked at him again you saw him looking at you with anticipation. His big puppy eyes on full display. Fuck.

“Aaaalright. I’ll go on a date with you.”, you relented. How could you not? He could ask anything of you with those fucking adorable eyes.

“Brilliant!”, he replied, grinning from ear to ear, pulling you into his arms. Stunned, you wrapped your arms around him as well. He smelled just like he had yesterday: so damn good. Who needs air when you could live off his smell?

When he, too soon for your liking, pulled back a little, he winked at you and said: “I’ll let you know when and where.”

Gently, he let go of you completely and you nodded in agreement, head still too wrapped up in his scent to give him a vocal response.

“Shall I help you upstairs or are you good?”

“Huh?...”, you questioned, not quite hearing what he had said but since his thumb was pointing at your door you assumed you knew what was asking.

“Oh...uhm. I’m good. Thanks though.”, you smiled and slowly stepped towards the entrance of the house.

“Perfect.”, Joe said with a nod and slowly took a few steps back. “I’ll text you.”

“Yeah, alright. Let me know, when you get home.”, you requested without thinking, whilst rummaging through your duffle bag. Then you saw it, his trench coat. Before he could respond to your demand, you gasped and shouted:

“Joe! Wait!”

“Huh?”, he questioned, swiftly turning around and walking back to where you were.

“Your coat!”, you clarified, pulling it out of the duffle bag. Luckily, for once, it wasn’t accompanied by its other contents which would have spilled out all over the floor any other day.

Joe looked at you, confusion evident on his face but then he saw you pull out the familiar fabric and he suddenly remembered.

“Oh right! I gave it to you.”, he chuckled, and you carefully placed the coat in his outstretched hands, “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing.”, you dismissed him with a polite smile, “you asked for it back and I gave it back.”

Your pathetic attempt at indifference didn’t go unnoticed and it made him grin from ear to ear. Then he skilfully threw the coat over his shoulder and took the three steps down the stairs backwards, eyes locked with yours

You put your key in the lock and opened the door, bashful eyes on his now slowly retreating figure.

“Joe…let me know when you’re home, yeah?”, you repeated your request, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Will do. Bye, Bambi.”, he returned, almost shouting as he waved at you.

“Bye Joe.”, you called back, louder than him, rolling your eyes at his repeated use of the new nickname he had given you. Giggling, because to be honest, you thought the name was very cute, you entered your house and gently closed the door behind you.

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doll-elvis · 6 months

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have you ever read child bride by suzanne finstead? do you find it accurate.

thank you very much for this ask ꨄ︎!!

I have indeed read "Child Bride” and as for its’ accuracy I wouldn't go as far to say it's entirely inaccurate but I do have several bones to pick with Suzanne Finstad as a biographer as I believe she has let her bias (obviously not liking Priscilla) get in the way of her better judgment, which in turn, has corrupted the overall validity of her book. For example, giving Currie Grant a platform to tell his version of events regarding Elvis and Priscilla in Germany, including a claim so egregious that I truly have trouble understanding why so many in this fandom praise this book 😭

I think a lot of Elvis fans consider/recommend “Child Bride” as the antithesis to Priscilla’s “Elvis and Me” which is fair considering Finstad highlights some very valid criticisms against Priscilla i.e her hiring a second, much more aggressive, lawyer to get more money out of Elvis, and her introducing her family (Lisa Marie and later on Navarone) to the “church” aka cult of Scientology etc. etc.

- however -

The book as a whole comes at the expense of Elvis and what I mean by that is that Suzanne Finstad is not someone who has his best interest at heart (I mean look at what she has said in some of these recents documentaries about Elvis) and in order to push her narrative that Priscilla was some fourteen-year-old s*xual deviant, she has made some incredibly inflammatory statements about their relationship, and it literally starts with the title of her book (referring to Priscilla as Elvis’ “child bride”)

And the main reason as to why I cannot comprehend how fans praise this book is that Finstad goes with the story that Currie Grants tells, which includes him saying that Elvis (24) and Priscilla (14) were having penetrative intercourse after their 3rd or 4th date ⬇️

excerpt is from “Child Bride” by Suzanne Finstad

So this is why I tend to cringe when I see other fans praise this book… I know it’s not their intention but they are inadvertently promoting a falsehood that says Elvis was committing statutory r*pe against a fourteen year old Priscilla

Not only does that go against what Priscilla and others have said about the physical relationship she had with Elvis in Germany, but it goes against the pattern that Elvis followed for almost every single (long-term) relationship prior to Priscilla and even after

A girl that Elvis deemed “special” or in other words- good enough to marry- was not a girl that Elvis was going to have penetrative s*x with, especially not when he had the more worldly starlets of Hollywood and the showgirls of Germany and Paris at his disposal

PRISCILLA PRESLEY: “In the past, he said that he wanted a virgin (to marry)”

DEBRA PAGET: “He always said he’d marry a virgin”

LAMAR FIKE: “Elvis respected virginity. He used to tell Alan, “I’ll never break a virgin. There are too many whores around”

We saw this with Dixie Locke, we saw this with June Juanico and Anita Wood, all of whom, in their many years of dating him never had penetrative s*x

We even saw this with women like Linda Thompson and Ginger Alden who he waited several months with before consummating

So because of that I have an incredibly hard time believing that Elvis would abandon his morals after just 3 or 4 dates with Priscilla, especially when he was having s*x with age appropriate girls like Elizabeth Mansfield, who often took Priscilla’s place in Elvis’ bed after she left

Another issue I have with “Child Bride” is that she has often either misquoted people, or written things that contradict what they have said to other biographers- basically many things haven’t added up when cross referencing between books

I have mentioned this one before but it is just so blatant, that I feel compelled to mention it again ⬇️

So here we have Joe Esposito re-telling a throwaway comment about Priscilla made by Elvis

excerpt is from “Good Rockin’ tonight” by Joe Esposito

And then here we have Suzanne Finstad’s retelling of that comment, where she has misquoted Esposito in order to make Priscilla out to be the s*xual aggressor

excerpt is from “Child Bride” by Suzanne Finstad

Instances like this give me extreme pause when determining if a biographer could be trusted or not- and when I was reading through her book again this comment about Sheila Ryan nearly made me bust out laughing

excerpt is from “Child Bride” by Suzanne Finstad

“Sheila never had an orgasm when she was with Elvis”… like are we talking about the same Sheila Ryan or-? ⬇️

excerpt is from “Baby let’s play house” by Alanna Nash

All in all, “Child Bride” definitely makes for an interesting read (mainly the second half of the book) but it’s one that I will probably never pick up again as I cannot get over Currie Grant’s involvement, especially his claims about Priscilla and Elvis that are completely unfounded

Scandal sells quite frankly and I no longer underestimate what people will say for money, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Elvis- I mean look at the claims made by Dee Stanley who got a whopping $100,000 from the National Enquirer to tell stories about a woman she never even met (Gladys)

So I would not be surprised in the least if Currie has been handsomely compensated for selling his stories to biographers like Finstad, because again, scandal sells, and him approaching Priscilla first isn’t nearly as page-turning as Priscilla offering up s*x in order to meet Elvis

#this one is a doozy #suzanne finstad really wrote that about our girl sheila #bffr #thank you again for the ask!#elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis asks #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #elvis books #elvis photos #suzanne finstad #priscilla presley

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allthingsfangirl101 · 10 months

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Nurse Joe – Joe Keery

Joe's POV

We finished our scene and I started walking back to my trailer. As soon as I closed the door, I heard my phone ringing. I quickly answered it when I saw it was my wife, Y/N, calling me.

"Hey, beautiful," I answered. "I'm finally done. What are you feeling for dinner? I could pick something up on the way home or I could make something or. . ."

"Joe?" She cut me off. I immediately stopped talking when I heard the pain in her voice.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?" I said gently.

"Something doesn't feel right." She gasped in pain, cutting herself off.

"I'm on my way," I said quickly. I ran out of my trailer, not bothering to change out of my costume.

"Hey, Joe, we were thinking. . ." Joesph Quinn started to say as I ran by.

"Can't!" I yelled. "Y/N's in pain."

"Oh shit."

I jumped in my car and sped home. I ignored speed limits and stop signs, cursing when I had to stop at a light. The second I pulled up to our house, I got out and ran inside.

"Y/N?!" I yelled as I threw the front door open. "Where are you, darling?"

"Bedroom," I heard her gasp. I ran upstairs, my heart in my throat. When I got to our room, Y/N was doubled over in pain next to the bed. I ran over and collapsed next to her, instantly wrapping my arms around her.

"I'm here," I whispered. "I'm right here, gorgeous."

I started to help her up but she let out a pained scream. "I'm sorry, my love," I gasped, tightening my arms around her. "But we need to get you to the hospital."

I helped her stand up, but when she gasped in pain again, I picked her up bridal style. She leaned her head against my chest as I carried her out to my car. I carefully laid her down in the back seat. Before I got in the driver's seat, I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

I sped to the hospital, constantly looking back to check on Y/N. I started to regret putting her in the backseat when I couldn't hold her hand.

"It's going to be okay, my darling Y/N," I said, glancing at her again. "We're almost there."

"It's too early," she gasped. "I'm not due for. . . another month. . ."

"I know, my love," I sighed, trying to calm down so I could help my wife. "I know. Just hang on."

I pulled in front of the hospital and threw my car in park. I jumped out and threw open the back door. I gently grabbed my wife and carried her inside.

"Help!" I screamed. "My wife needs help."

"We need a gurney," one of the nurses ordered. The staff instantly brought one over and carefully helped me put my wife down.

"How far along is she?" The first nurse asked.

"Eight months," I said, unable to look away from my Y/N. "Is she. . . It's too early for labor."

"She's going to be fine," the nurse reassured.

"Sir," another nurse stopped me from going into the back. "I'm sorry but I need you to wait here."

"But. . . She's my wife. . ."

"And if she starts having the baby, I will come and get you myself. I promise," the second nurse added.

I stood there, frozen as they took my wife away from me. I ran my hands through my hair, unable to get my heart rate down. I tried to sit down to calm myself down but it was useless. I couldn't stop shaking my leg as I kept my eyes glued to the door they took my wife through.

I thought about calling Y/N's mom and letting her know what was going on. When I reached for my phone, I had a thought. What if it was nothing? I didn't want to worry her if it was nothing. But what if it is something? I decided to call my mom instead.

"Hey, sweetie," she said when she answered. "How's it going?"

"Something's wrong," I blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Mom asked, her tone of voice changing. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure," I stuttered. "I was about to leave work when Y/N called me. She was in pain, Mom. A lot of pain. We're at the hospital now."

There was silence as my mom thought about what I said. "Y/N's eight months pregnant, right?"

"Yeah," I said shakily. "Mom, is she going to be okay?"

"She's going to be fine," she said calmly. "Are the doctors with her now?"

"Yeah. They wouldn't let me go with her but the nurse said she'd come get me if Y/N started labor."

"Good," Mom said. "Just hang in there. Y/N's going to be fine. Give me a call as soon as you hear anything."

"I will."

I sat in the waiting room for another thirty minutes. I looked down at my shaking hands. My mind could only focus on the worst possible outcomes.

"Mr. Keery?"

I jumped up and looked around. My eyes landed on Y/N's OBGYN. I walked over, holding my breath as I waited for the news.

"How is she?"

"She's fine," she reassured. "She was having something called Braxton Hicks contractions. It's a way for the woman's body to prepare for labor. They are completely normal."

"So. . . She's okay?"

"Y/N's fine," the doctor smiled. "She was a little scared at first but after we ran some tests and explained what was going on, she calmed down."

"Can I take her home?" I asked, my heart rate slowly going back to normal.

"Of course," she soothed. "But. . ."

"But?" I panicked before she could continue.

"I want to put her on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy," she explained. She hesitated before adding, "Look, Mr. Keery, I know your job often takes you away but your wife needs you. Your baby needs you."

* * * * *

I gently helped Y/N into our bed. I fixed the pillows behind her and the blankets on top of her. She watched as I grabbed her book off her bedside table and put it on the bed next to her. I then took the remote out of the drawer and put it on top of her book.

"Joe," she sighed. I didn't answer as I jogged downstairs and filled her Stanley cup with water and ice. I grabbed her a quick snack before heading upstairs.

"Joe," she tried again. I put her water on the bedside table and handed her the snack. She grabbed my hand before I would walk away.

"Talk to me, babe," she whispered.

"I should've been here for you," I said under my breath.

"You were at work," Y/N shrugged.

"Maybe that's the problem," I said to myself.

"Wait, what?"

I looked away from her, my mind going over all the possibilities and solutions.

"I don't think I should. . . Maybe. . . They could always. . ."

"No," Y/N said sternly. She grabbed my chin and made me look at her. "You are not quitting your job, Joe."

I grabbed her wrist, not wanting to let her go. "But. . ."

"Absolutely not," she cut me off. "You love your job."

"I love you and our baby more," I tried to interject.

"That doesn't mean you can't do your job and take care of us," Y/N sighed as she gently let go of my face and placed her hand on her belly. "We talked about this when I first got pregnant, Joe. We agreed that I would pull back my hours at the store, eventually quitting to become a stay-at-home mom. And you would continue working."

I sighed, my eyes not leaving my wife's belly. I leaned in and kissed her bump. I gently rested my chin on her belly and looked up at her.

"I promise never to miss a call," I whispered. "I promise to always come when you or our baby needs help. You will have every number surrounding me. The director's, assistant director's, hair stylist's, costume designer's, security guard's, all my costars', and everyone else on set. I will never be hard to reach."

Y/N smiled as she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. I crawled over her and lay next to her. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to my chest. I slowly dragged my fingers up and down her back. Soon, I looked down and saw that she was asleep. I kissed her forehead and slowly got out of bed.

I went downstairs and made a few phone calls. Once I was done, I started making Y/N something to eat. I brought the dinner up to our room and quietly opened the door.

"There you are," she chuckled as she set up. "Smells good."

"You're on bed rest," I said as I carried the tray over. "Which means I have to take care of you. I'm going to do the cooking and the cleaning. You are going to sit in bed all day and watch tv."

"Joe," she tried to argue with me.

"Nope," I chuckled. "I'm taking over, darling."

With the food still in my hands, I leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to her lips.

"What did you make me?" She giggled as I broke the kiss.

"Your favorite," I smirked.

"I hope you made some for yourself too," Y/N said with a teasing smile. "You know how much I hate eating alone."

"I do know that. That's why I brought up two servings," I said as I finally put the food tray over her lap. I walked over to the other side of the bed and sat next to her.

We turned on our favorite movie as we ate dinner. Throughout dinner and the movie, I constantly thought about the phone calls I made while Y/N slept. I knew I needed to talk to Y/N about this but I also knew how it would go.

Y/N wouldn't want me to put my career on hold for her. But how could I not? She's my wife. And a month away from having our first child. Y/N hates the idea of me giving up or walking away from my job for her. It's an easy choice for me. I'd give up anything and everything to give them a good life.

"Y/N," I said softly after we finished our dinner, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

"Is everything okay?" She asked, pausing our movie and shifting toward me.

"I called Ross and Matt while you were asleep," I confessed.

"Joe," she elongated.

"I told them about your Braxton Hicks contractions and your bedrest," I continued. "I didn't even have to ask."

"Joe, we've talked about this," Y/N said as she shifted again. "You don't have to stop working. You can still act and be a father."

"It's not permanent," I said quickly. "Just until you have the baby. And a couple of weeks."

"A couple of weeks?" She asked. "They're giving you maternity leave."

"Technically paternity leave."

"I didn't know that was a thing," Y/N chuckled. I watched as her wheels turned and she debated this. After a few minutes of silence, she sighed. "Are you sure about this, Joe?"

"Of course," I said quickly. "It would only be for a little while. They don't need me for a while, anyway. There might be a few days I need to run to work but Matt promised it would only be for a few hours. You need my help, darling. And it's okay. I want to help you. You're my wife. The love of my life. The mother to my child. I would do anything for you, Y/N. For you and our baby. We can make this work."

Y/N leaned up and gently pressed her lips to mine. I felt her smile as I kissed her back. We kissed until neither one of us could breathe. When we were out of breath, I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers."

"I love you, my darling Y/N," I whispered. "In our wedding vows, I promised to take care of you in sickness and in health. Essentially, I promised to be your nurse."

"That's not. . ." Y/N started to say but I didn't let her finish.

"I vowed to take care of you and the family we built together. I will do whatever I need to in order to do just that."

Y/N grabbed my face and smushed her lips to mine. The kiss instantly deepened as our lips moved in sync. Y/N slowly broke the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I love you, Nurse Joe," she whispered.

"I love you too, Patient Y/N."

#joe keery #joe x pregnant reader #joe keery x reader #joe keery family #joe keery POV

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Pretty Girl~2~ Joseph Quinn

Part 1

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This is so cute! Would you consider doing a part 2 where he reads the letter she wrote for him and his reaction to it?

Joseph got back into his hotel room after a long day of meeting fans and the panels he had with his costars and fans. He sits on his bed going through what the fans have given him. He loved all the items and his fingers ran over the letters spotting one that stood out to him with your name on it.

He takes the envelope in his hands tracing his name and your name with his index finger, biting his lips as he remembers the interaction you had with him

He turns it over and carefully opens the envelope and gaped at the paper as it was neatly folded for him.

" For only Joseph Quinn eyes only" it read, he laughs as he reads it before opening it beginning to read it.

Dear Joseph or Joe,

I am writing this letter to tell you how much your character, Eddie has impacted my life. In a positive way. He's just like me, an outcast, love heavy metal music and just seems like a teddy bear

Joseph chuckles reading the teddy bear part thinking in a way that Eddie might be. He continues to read your letter

He has brought so much happiness into my heart and I would always rewatch his scenes whenever I'm upset or angry. Thank you, it might be silly about it all but you have no idea how Eddie and you made an impact in my life. There are so many words I could tell you how Eddie and I connected. The way he chose to not run and be a hero, pulled so many strings in my heart. The solo of Master Of Puppets is my favorite because it's actually my favorite song, when I heard it and watched Eddie play it, it made me love Eddie even more.

But, I adore you Joseph as an actor. I have been a fan for quite some time, loving your work more and more. I have heard many stories of how wonderful of a human being you are and I want to have a chance to experience it, I am going to get that chance finally and for the rest of my life... it will be my favorite moment. You deserve so much love and adoration. Even, the whole world. Because you, Joseph Quinn are a treasure to us, to me, to the fans and the world. I hope this letter brings you happiness in your heart, I heard you have a big heart too and I hope this letter leaves a home in it.

Stay amazing and wonderful,

Y/N

The letter has a drawing attached of him and Eddie, he was in awe of your drawing and was blown away by your kindness of words.

He takes out his phone to text you.

" I read your letter sweetheart, thank you so much for making my night and day" he clicks send and goes to open a present from another fan when he hears his phone buzz. He looks over it as it turned on the bed facing him, a smile and a blush reaches his cheeks.

" No, thank you for making it mine. You're really special Joseph"

" I told you to call me Joe" you on the other text message, blush forgetting that he did as you text him away.

" Do you wanna come to my room and hang out for a bit?" he asks. He doesn't even know if you two are in the same hotel and yet he was getting ahead of him.

You responded with a yes and that you saw him in the lobby when you went downstairs to get something from your car. He provided you with his room number and he waits.

He takes his time to put his fans gifts and letters on the table in the room not wanting it to be messy for you. He is beaming with excitement that you were going to spend time with him.

There is a knock on the door and he runs his fingers through his curls and straightening out his shirt before he answers the door. He opened the door and there you were, in a different outfit shyly smiling at him.

" Hi" you greet him, he chuckles at your shyness finding it adorable as you are and steps aside. You brush past him, your fingers brushing against his causing you to shiver. In a good way.

" Do you want a drink?" he asks, " I ordered some room service" he point his thumb at the door. You sit on his bed, bouncing as you do making him smile watching you get comfortable.

" Okay" you nod watching as he walked over to sit by you. You took noticed of your letter was the only thing he opened.

" I feel special" you motioned to the open letter. He looks down at his lap, his ears are red as well as his cheeks. He was too adorable.

" you are" he look up at you and his eyes lock with yours. His eyes look at your lips then back at your eyes. You do the same for him, not wanting to ask or push him as you sit there in silence.

" Your really pretty" he mumbles enough that you hear him.

" Thank you, so are you" he looks away acting shy. He isn't used to the compliments but looks back at you to see you had placed your hand on his.

" You're hair looks really soft" you blur out all of sudden making him laugh as he leans down close to you with his head. " You can run your fingers through it, if you want. I don't bite, unless you want me to" he tilted his head a bit to see you and you catch him smirking.

You don't answer him feeling your heart racing as you reach out and run your fingers through his hair. As you do, he can't help but let out a moan as if feels good as you play with his hair and your nails scraping his scalp.

" Oh, sorry" you say hearing him moan and pulling your hand away but he shakes his head as sits up. " It's okay, sweetheart. I liked that very much"

" You had pretty hair" he says picking up the ends of it with his fingers before brushing your hair around to your back. Your neck is exposed to him and he bites his lips looking at it wondering if your skin is soft. He wants to place his lips there for you to feel his hot breath.

" Thank you" but your eyes catch the way his brown eyes go a bit darker as he stares at your neck.

" If you really want to bite me, go ahead" you catch him off guard as his eyes go wide and he blushes, looking away.

" Joe" you call out to him. He hesitantly and shyly looks back at you hearing you.

" It's okay" you nod to him. He leans down, his hot breath is on your neck as he places a soft kiss there causing another shiver to go up your spine. He notices the goosebumps and the way your body reacted to him. You liked it.

He does it again, but this time his tongue peeks out as he licks you there and grazes his teeth against your skin. Your hands go grab a fistful of his shirt tugging him closer. He leans away from your neck and turns your head with his fingers.

" Is this okay?" he asks as he leans in, staring into your eyes wanting to kiss you. " Can I?" he glances at your lips then back at your eyes. You want to kiss him too. You swallow the lump in your throat as you lean in telling him it was okay to kiss you.

He brushes his lips against yours testing the waters seeing if you'd pull away and when you don't, he presses his lips against yours. He waited the whole day to do this.

Your hand goes to the back of his neck tugging him closer and you laid down on his bed with him on top. His lips feel so soft like an angel kiss. They dance against yours.

His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you open your mouth letting him. His tongue dances with yours. He tastes like mint and cigarettes. You love it.

He moans into the kiss loving your tongue dancing with his in a tango. He pulls away too soon to look down at you, " You're really amazing, sweetheart. I'm glad I met you."

" Me too, but it's okay if we kiss again?" he smiles widely, moving a piece of your hair from your face before leaning down to kiss you.

#joseph quinn x you #imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn #jewls writes #joseph quinn x y/n

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sandybrett · 5 months

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WOE.BEGONE Character Playlists, Part 2

Here are all my character playlists for WOE.BEGONE characters who are not, have never been, and will presumably never be Mike Walters. Listed in order of first appearance. Cut for length and possible vague spoilers.

Matt

"The Magician" by Dizzy "The Winding Stair Mountain Blues" by the Turnpike Troubadours "Cuyahoga Canal" by The Taxpayers (suggested on the Discord) "Down Here" by the Turnpike Troubadours "Research Me Obsessively" from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Anne

"She Lives (In a Time of Her Own)" by The Judybats "A Shot in the Arm" by Wilco "Bravado" by Lorde "We Can Build a Fire" by Autoheart (from a collaborative Ty/Mike playlist) "Shot at the Title" by Curtis McMurtry "The Bonnie Dell House" by Sarah and the Safe Word (from @fortunechaos's Cowgirl Anne playlist)

Ryan & Cannonball

"Turn The Lights Off" by Tally Hall (suggested on Discord) "Blast Doors" by Everything Everything (from Percival's playlist)

Hunter

"So-Called Friend" by Uncle Tupelo "Hanging Tree" by Tim Easton "Heel Turn 1" by The Mountain Goats (suggested by @solipsistful) "Chaplinesque" by Curtis McMurtry "Harvest" by I See Hawks In L.A. "Heel Turn 2" by The Mountain Goats (from @solipsistful's playlist) "Burning Bed" by The Backsliders "When Will You Die?" by They Might Be Giants "Gaucho" by Steely Dan "Can't Cheat Death" by The Ballroom Thieves (from @fortunechaos's Mikey playlist) "my tears richochet" by Taylor Swift "A Fond Farewell" by Elliott Smith

Chance & Shadow

"Emmylou" by First Aid Kit (suggested by @woebegonepod on Discord) "Trouble's Here" by Jann Browne "Don't Follow" by Shelby Merry (from @auxilion's playlist)

Marissa & Charlie

"Old Slew Foot" by Rose Maddox "Miss Marissa" by Reckless Kelly "The Girl I Can't Forget" by Fountains of Wayne "Wilder than Her" by Dar Williams "Don't Follow" by Shelby Merry (from @auxilion's playlist) "it's time to get good at darts" by Brian David Gilbert

Edgar

"What A Heavenly Way To Die" by Troye Sivan "Flaws" by Bastille (from Scholastic Arson's Edgar playlist) "FOOLS" by Troye Sivan "Don't Ask Me Why" by The Backsliders "Body Paint" by Arctic Monkeys (suggested by @fortunechaos) "Out of the Picture" by Son Volt "When Anger Shows" by Editors (from Scholastic Arson's Edgar playlist) "Happiness Will Ruin This Place" by San Fermin (from @ante--meridiem's Mike/Edgar playlist) "I Saw It Coming" by Reckless Kelly "A Lifetime to Find" by Wilco "In Our Bedroom After the War" by Stars (from Scholastic Arson's Edgar playlist) "Mesa, Arizona" by Jeffrey Foucault "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?" by Paula Cole "Expert in a Dying Field" by The Beths "IDK You Yet" by Alexander 23 (from @auxilion's playlist) "Ours" by Joe Pug (suggested by @woebegonepod on Discord) "Somewhere in Time" by Reckless Kelly

"This House Is a Circus" by Arctic Monkeys (suggested by @fortunechaos) "Erase" by They Might Be Giants (from @solipsistful's playlist) "I Love You for Psychological Reasons" by They Might Be Giants (from a collaborative Ty/Mike playlist) "My Ugly" by Cloudfodder (from Scholastic Arson's Ty/Mike playlist) "Skullcrusher Mountain" by Jonathan Coulton (from a collaborative Ty/Mike playlist) "Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other" by Ned Sublette "Panoply" by WOE.BEGONE (from @fortunechaos's Tex/Outlaw playlist) "Otters" by Ryan MacIntyre (from @fortunechaos's Tex/Outlaw playlist) "Expert in a Dying Field" by The Beths "Pot Kettle Black" by Wilco "Outlaw Ty" by WOE.BEGONE "Jenny" by the Mountain Goats "It's All Part of the Plan" by the Punch Brothers "Sway" by The Rolling Stones "Blood Orange Morning Light" by Andrew Montana (from finch's Tex/Outlaw playlist)

Felix

"This House Is a Circus" by Arctic Monkeys "Parallel Universes" by Dan Warren (from @ante--meridiem's Mike playlist) "3 AM" by Matchbox Twenty "Working for the Knife" by Mitski

August

"Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other" by Ned Sublette "Seven Shells" by Fred Eaglesmith "Almost (Sweet Music)" by Hozier "IDK You Yet" by Alexander 23 (from @auxilion's playlist) "I Saw It Coming" by Reckless Kelly "The Curse of the Blackened Eye" by Orville Peck (from Icarus is Falling's Michael/August playlist) "Mostly Major Chords" by Shayfer James (from @fortunechaos's Mikey playlist)

Jam

"Goody Two Shoes" by Adam Ant "Fun" by Troye Sivan "Gaucho" by Steely Dan "Tonight's the Day" by Wilco "ilomilo" by Billie Eilish "Ours" by Joe Pug "The Ballad of Cowboy Jam" by WOE.BEGONE

Eagle

"Kill a Man" by James and the Shame (from @auxilion's playlist) "Eye" by The Scarring Party (from @auxilion's playlist) "War on War" by Wilco "Epithet Erased: Countdown" by plasterbrain and Dawn M. Bennett (from Percival's playlist)

Songs that I desperately want to put on *someone's* playlist but I don't think they currently fit anyone

"Leavin' Yesterday" by John Howie Jr. and the Rosewood Bluff "Tired of Walking" by James McMurtry "Perhaps Vampires Is A Bit Strong But..." by Arctic Monkeys "Man Out of Time" by Elvis Costello "Broken Bed" by James McMurtry "Twist the Knife" by Neko Case

#woe.begone #matt lastname #anne wbg #ryan wbg #hunter jeremiah hartley #chance and shadow #marissa ng #charlie wbg #edgar wbg #ty betteridge #felix wbg #sylvester august baxter #jamilla gardner #eagle wbg #and now for something completely different #that time travel podcast #playlist

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Renegade: part 19

Roman reigns x OC Scarlet

Warnings: none

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @windhamsrotunda

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Today was my doctor's appointment to see how far along I was. I was scared and excited at the same time as with everything going on I was worried whether or not our baby was ok. Morning sickness had hit me hard and Joe was there to help me through it.

On the way to the Drs office now had to pull the car over at least 4 times so I could throw up. Hopefully the doctor can help because this is exhausting!!

"You alright baby?" Joe asked

"I feel like absolute shit! Hopefully the Dr can give me some nausea meds!" I said getting back in the car.

We finally made it to the Drs office and we sat in the waiting room. Finally the nurse called my name and we headed back.

I sat in the bed and lifted my shirt up so the tech could put some gel on my stomach. When the wand hit my belly and I saw our baby my heart skipped a beat and I felt Joe's hand tighten around mine. The widest smile covered both our faces.

"So here's baby a" the tech said

"Baby a?" I asked

"Yeah you're having twins!" She smiled

I looked at Joe who had a huge smile on his face "twins run in my family baby!"

"You're a little further along then what we originally thought to. It looks like you're roughly 13 weeks instead of 10" the tech said.

"Oh wow! Are the babies ok though?" I asked

"Babies are perfectly healthy from what I can see but the doctor will be in shortly. Since you're having twins you'll be considered high risk and we will want to get you to at least 34 weeks. If the babies come before then we can give them steroids to help their lungs but at 34 weeks they shouldn't need them" she said.

"Ok thank you!" I smiled.

"I'll let the Dr know you're ready" she smiled before heading out of the room.

I looked at Joe in excitement and awe "twins?!"

"Baby do you know what this means?" He asked

"Double trouble!" I smiled

He smiled "that and two for 1!"

The doctor knocked on the door "how's everything in here? You got some exciting news I heard!" She smiled.

"Yes ma'am! Twins!" Joe said

"Congratulations!" She smiled.

"Thank you!" We said in unison..

"There is one thing I'm a little worried about. Mom's a little dehydrated"

"Morning sickness!" I said

"I can help with that! I'll send you in some zofran"

"Thank you! I was about to go insane with not being able to keep much down!"

"In the next few weeks it should start to settle but if it doesn't let us know and I'll keep the zofran on order for you" she smiled

"Thank you so much!" I smiled back.

"No problem! I'd like to see you back in a month and by then we should be able to know what you're having if you wish"

I looked at Joe "do you wanna know?"

"I'd like to! That way we can pick out names and a theme for the nursery" he said

"Of course!" The doctor smiled. "Just follow me and we'll get your next appointment scheduled"

We followed the doctor out of the room. As I got into the hallway I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me "baby?" I heard Joe say

"I don't feel so good" I said hanging into his arm

"Scarlet" the doctor said "you're a little pale... I think we need to get some fluids in you"

I heard the doctor say before my vision started to go "Scarlet?! Baby!" I heard Joe say before I collapsed into his arms and everything went dark.

#roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns x oc #wwe x oc #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #wwe #Spotify

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insomniacwriter17 · 10 months

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Saved from the Flames - Chapter Nine

“When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.” --Richard Kadrey

Billy Hargrove is 9 years old. He tries his best to be the son his father wants him to be - quiet, respectful, and obedient. But Neil just pushes harder and harder, all in the name of raising a "strong man". When Billy is removed from his father's custody and placed in foster care, it takes some time for him to realize his world is no longer burning around him. New experiences, new people, new opportunities all make Billy realize there's a whole lot more to life than respect and responsibility.

AKA: The story of how Bob Newby became a real life superhero for one little boy who needed saving.

Inspired by this post I saw from @connordax

read on ao3

Just like Gabby promised, she poked her head back into Billy’s room to say goodbye before she left. Billy had found a book in the toy box, and he was curled up on the bed with his stuffed bear in his lap and the book propped on his knees.

Gabby’s knuckles rapped on the door frame to get his attention, and Billy looked up with a smile. “Hi!”

“Hey you, what’re you reading?” she wondered curiously. Billy held his finger in the book so as to hold his page, turning the book to show her the cover. “Oh, The Hardy Boys?” Billy nodded quickly.

“They’re stuck in a boat in a storm right now,” Billy explained. “They keep trying to send an SOS to another boat, but it’s not listening to them.”

“Oh no, how scary is that!” Gabby replied, leaning against the doorway. “Well, I’ll let you keep reading, I was just going to come tell you that I was leaving.” She smiled as Billy settled further into his spot, the blonde looking up at her.

“Are you going to come back tomorrow?” he asked sweetly. But Gabby shook her head.

“Not tomorrow, sweetie. I’ll come see you Monday after school though, how does that sound?” She’d already been planning on it, because she’d more than likely have a case update, but watching Billy’s face light up at the news made it clear she’d be here even if for some reason, court didn’t happen.

Billy nodded at Gabby before putting his book down and shuffling his way off the bed. He made his way over to Gabby, cheeks turning a bit pink as he looked up at her and held his arms out for a hug. Gabby smiled widely and knelt down to hug the boy, chuckling as she squeezed his tiny shoulders. “You’re so sweet, Billy,” she hummed before pulling away. “You enjoy your weekend, okay?”

“Okay!” Billy giggled, nodding up at her. He turned to go snuggle back up with his book, so Gabby walked herself back to the front of the house where Bob was waiting.

“He’s officially my favorite,” Gabby admitted sheepishly. “I shouldn’t have favorites, but he’s it.” She picked up her bag and smiled at Bob. “You get some rest this weekend, okay? I’ll see you guys Monday night.”

“Come around dinner, I’ll order pizza?” Bob offered. “That always makes things a little better. Celebrate good news, make bad news seem a little less bad?”

Gabby chuckled and nodded, turning to the door. “That sounds like a great plan, Bob. Thank you.”

Bob wasn’t sure quite what for, but he replied, “Thank you.” Gabby turned to give him one more smile before walking out the door, and Bob headed down the hall to do some work. He stopped to poke his head into Billy’s room, heart melting at the sight of the boy curled up with the book.

For the first time, Billy looked truly like a kid. Toys were scattered on the floor, his shoes had just been haphazardly kicked off by the bed, and his eyes were scanning the book pages while he twirled a lock of hair around his finger. “You look like you’re having a good time,” Bob interrupted softly, and Billy jumped as he looked up. “Sorry, kiddo, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s okay,” Billy replied. “Joe and Frank are stuck on a boat in a storm,” he told Bob as he held up the book. Bob’s eyebrows raised in approval, a smirk on his face.

“Oh, The Wailing Siren Mystery. Good choice, dude. You keep that up, I’m going to be in here doing some work stuff, okay? But if you need something, you know where to find me.” Bob pointed over his shoulder toward his home office, and Billy held up his own thumbs up. “Good man,” Bob chuckled, stepping back out of the room. “Have fun!”

The Newby residence was fairly quiet for most of the evening: Bob was working on Radio Shack inventory orders while Billy switched between reading and playing with his toys. While Bob looked over reports and catalogs and typed away on his computer, he could hear Billy playing in the other room.

A few hours passed this way, and eventually Bob was putting his work away for the night. “Hey, Billy, how do we feel about watching a movie tonight?” he called, but he got no answer. Then Bob realized he hadn’t heard Billy in a while. He’d been hearing Billy talking quietly to himself, or toys shuffling and book pages turning all afternoon, but now it was just – silent.

While there were a million more reasonable possibilities for the quiet in his household, Bob’s mind immediately went to the worst possible scenario: Billy had run away. Bob nearly tripped on the rug as he scrambled to the doorway of Billy’s room, pausing as soon as he saw the boy. “Oh,” he whispered, taking in the sight.

Billy had fallen asleep on the floor, the G.I. Joe action figure still in his hands. The boy was stretched out on his stomach, his arms folded beneath his head as a make-shift pillow. With a fond smile, Billy knelt next to Billy and gently touched the boy’s back. “Billy, hey,” Bob whispered. Billy hardly stirred, a tiny whine falling from his throat the only indication that Bob had been heard. “Come on, buddy, let’s at least get you in the bed.”

Billy hadn’t meant to fall asleep! One minute he’d been playing with his toy, and the next minute he was just resting his eyes for a second. As he blinked himself awake, he looked at Bob with bleary, confused eyes. “Time for bed?” he yawned. How long had he been asleep?!

Bob chuckled, continuing to run his hand up and down Billy’s back as the boy came around. “Not exactly,” he admitted. “It’s almost dinner time, but you’ve had a really long day. I’m not surprised you’re tired. Do you want to lay in bed while I get dinner ready?”

It took some effort with his uncoordinated limbs, but Billy pushed himself to a sitting position and rubbed his tired eyes. “What’s for dinner?” he murmured curiously, trying to wake himself up. But sleep still made his arms and legs heavy, and he was still coming around from being woken up at all.

He felt Bob’s hand pull away from his back, and for a split second, Billy wished it hadn’t. “I was thinking tacos. How does that sound?” Bob was asking, and Billy tried to shift his attention back to the conversation they were having.

Billy was too tired for full sentences, so he just nodded instead. Bob smiled, leaning back a bit and studying Billy. “You want to get in bed for a bit? You can get a good thirty minute nap in while I cook,” he offered.

Billy faltered for a moment. He was so sleepy, but it felt weird to get in his bed while it was still light outside. Besides, Bob was going to be all the way on the other side of the house. Bob seemed to catch onto Billy’s hesitance, and he continued. “We can also find something on the TV for you to watch, if you’d like to do that instead. You can rest on the couch.”

That sounded like a good plan, Billy thought. It wasn’t bed, and he’d be closer to Bob than if he stayed in here. So Billy nodded and grabbed his new teddy bear, leaving the other toys where they were scattered on the floor.

Bob stood up and offered his hand to Billy with a smile. “Want some help up?” he offered, and Billy hardly hesitated before grabbing onto the man’s hand. Once standing, Billy still didn’t let go, so Bob just squeezed his hand and led the way to the living room. “What kind of TV do you like to watch?” Bob wondered.

“Anything,” Billy yawned, shuffling after Bob. As Bob grabbed the remote and began flipping channels, Billy climbed up the cushions and curled up at the corner of the couch, snuggling the teddy bear close to his chest. His eyelids were growing heavy by the time Bob had found Scooby-Doo, and was almost back asleep when he felt something gently fall onto his shoulders.

Billy forced his eyes open to see that Bob had just dropped a blanket onto the curled up boy, the adult offering a sheepish smile when he realized he’d woken Billy. “Sorry,” he offered softly, and Billy didn’t quite know why.

“It’s okay,” Billy yawned, eyes fluttering shut once more. One minute, he was listening to Velma and Fred argue about a monster, and the next thing he knew, Bob was gently shaking his shoulder, waking him up again.

“Hey, Billy, dinner’s ready,” he whispered. “You want to eat something so we can get you in bed?” Billy nodded but made no move to get up at first, and Bob chuckled. “Come on, sleepy head. I’ve already got your plate made, even. No tomatoes.”

So Bily shuffled into the kitchen and tiredly ate his dinner, practically falling asleep at the table as he did so. The boy had his head propped on one hand, the other guiding food to his mouth, and Bob just watched in amusement as he ate his own dinner. “It was a long day for you, huh?”

Billy just nodded, mouth full so he couldn’t speak. He was looking at Bob with a curious look though, so Bob figured he had something to say. And after Billy had swallowed, the boy asked, “Do we hafta do anything tomorrow?”

“Not unless you want to,” Bob promised. “We can be as lazy as you want.”

Billy’s voice was soft as he looked back down at his plate. “There’s swings outside the window…can I play on them tomorrow?”

“The ones outside your window?” Bob confirmed, and Billy nodded a bit unsurely. “Of course, buddy. I think that’d be a great way to spend some time.” The affirmative answer seemed to cheer Billy up a bit, and he straightened in his chair to finish eating. Just a few quiet minutes later, Billy was taking his empty plate to the sink and then turning to look expectantly at Bob.

“You can go get ready for bed if you want to, Billy,” Bob encouraged. “Come get me when you’re ready and we’ll get you settled for the night.” Billy needed no second telling, and Bob turned to finish his own dinner while Billy brushed his teeth and put on pajamas.

After he was ready for bed, Billy spent a few minutes gathering up his toys and putting them back into the toy box. Dirty clothes were tossed in the clothes hamper in his closet, and then Billy was shuffling back to the living room. He grabbed his teddy bear from where he’d been left on the couch before he headed to the kitchen, where he’d left Bob.

The man was just finishing cleaning up, and he smiled when he saw Billy in the doorway. “You and your friend here ready for bed?”

“Can he stay with me?” Billy asked softly, hugging the bear closer to his chest. Maybe it was silly, but the teddy bear made him feel just a little less alone. “In the bed?”

Bob smiled, already ushering Billy down the hall. “Of course he can! Teddy bears make for great snuggling at night.” Just like the night prior, Bob stood in the doorway while Billy climbed into bed and settled himself beneath the covers. It was still early, Billy knew that even though he hadn’t looked at the clock on his bedside, but he really didn’t care. Today had taken a toll on him and he just wanted to sleep. “You cleaned all your toys up.” Bob sounded a little surprised. “You didn’t have to do that, buddy. You’re just going to pull them out tomorrow, I’m sure.”

Billy shrugged as he hugged the teddy bear to his chest. “It’s my re-” Billy was caught off-guard by a yawn. “My ‘ponsibility,” he mumbled into his pillow. Bob didn’t know quite what to make of that, so he didn’t comment. Instead, he just smiled when he realized Billy’s eyes were already closed.

The boy wasn’t watching him with wide eyes, like he had the night before. Instead, his eyes were closed and Bob could tell he was already falling asleep. “Don’t forget, Billy, if you need something in the night, you can get up,” Bob promised before turning off the light. “You know where to find me.”

And just like the night before, Bob left the door open and called a gentle, “Goodnight, Billy,” into the room.

This time, Billy cautiously called back, “Goodnight, Mr. Bob.” He cracked his eyes open enough to check and make sure the door was still open after he heard Bob’s footsteps continue down the hallway.

With light streaming into the room from the hall, being snuggled up beneath the comfy covers and his stuffed bear hugged to his chest, Billy fell asleep. For the second night in a row, sleep came easily, and Billy rested.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #ao3 #insomniacwriter17 #bob newby #foster care au #billy hargrove desered better #bob newby deserved better #cw: child abuse #stft

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Under Over Ch 15

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, mentions of sex work, and a little bit of murder. A/N: i just wanted to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who's reading this, cause y'all that asked to be on the taglist are actually being the best readers a girl could ask for. I'm **loving** the interactions, messages, comments and you're all reblogging too which is like, the fucking absolute best. Hence why you're getting rewarded with another chapter so soon!! I looove yooouuu

The next morning Joe found himself unable to sleep in any later than six thirty, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could have happened to you or where you could’ve been. The looming sense of dread was still there, and not helped by the fact that the ID he’d been asked to make was not sapphire. Her body was still out there somewhere, and no one knew where. He made his usual run through the park, this time earlier than normal, stopping for coffee at the same place Amanda had bought him one at. His eyes were lingering on a missing persons poster while he waited for his drink and he realized that you might’ve been a regular here, hell, you only lived a couple of blocks from his UC apartment. You were probably a regular at plenty of places around here.

He quickly headed home to shower and freshen up, digging out his NYPD badge and stuffing it in his pocket. While he had been truthful the previous day about you not having social media, he did realize he had a couple of photos of you on his phone, a couple of silly selfies you’d insisted on taking and one of you laying on your stomach on his bed smiling up at him, sheet down around your waist as the sun sparkled on your skin. He made a copy of one of the selfies before cropping himself out of it and saving the cropped version and quickly headed out of the house.

He headed up to twelfth, starting at a couple of coffee shops and bodegas around there, knowing your apartment was somewhere on that block. A few of them said they recognized you, but hadn’t seen you around in a while, sorry that they couldn’t help more. He continued the process around the area, continually meeting dead end after dead end until he ended up at B-Side bar for lunch. He grabbed a burger and a beer, figuring he wasn’t technically on the job right now and made some small talk with the bartender. He’d become a bit of a regular over the past little bit, so it was a bit more personal than if he’d stopped somewhere else and Andy knew he was on the job.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Joe started and Andy nodded, leaning against the bar top.

“Yeah.”

“Have you seen this girl?” He swiped open his phone to the picture of you, sliding it across the bar top, Andy picking it up and studying it for a minute.

“Oh! Y/N, yeah. Comes in every couple of weeks, meets with the same girl. Super friendly, great tippers.”

“You know the girl’s name?”

“I can’t remember….” He paused to think, “little bit shorter than y/n, brunette, hazel eyes, athletic build, nose ring.” The realization washed over Joe quickly, remembering another connection you may have had.

“Brooklyn?”

“Yeah, I think that’s actually it!”

“When was the last time you saw them?”

“About…three, four weeks ago? Y/n had a nasty black eye, I overheard something about Brooklyn being concerned about it, but y/n was insisting on staying in the game, whatever that means. You think she’s got a bad boyfriend or something?”

“Something.” Joe let out a sigh, taking a sip of his beer, “you seen y/n on her own since?”

“No. But she ordered delivery from us about a week ago.”

“You guys do delivery?” He raised a curious brow, something that he hadn’t expected from a dive bar.

“Not technically.” Andy laughed, “but we’re one of the only places open when y/n gets home from work, I’m guessing she’s a bartender, maybe a club girl? She’ll always tip a hundred percent and pay cash, so we send one of the bus boys over to her, it’s only about a block away.”

“You got an address?”

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” Andy pushed off the bar top and turned around to the back bar, hands sorting through a small box filled with trinkets. Joe finished off his beer in hopes that this would be some sort of a lead, that there would be something in your apartment that would tell him where you were. “Here.” Andy turned back around with a piece of receipt paper in his hand, your writing scrawled across it ‘507 E 12th #1B.’

“Can I keep this?” He asked and Andy nodded, “thanks man.” He pocketed the paper and pulled out more than enough cash to cover his bill and said a quick goodbye to the other man.

The apartment truly was just down a block and around the corner and luckily for him, the front door was propped open with a stack of flyers. He made his way to your apartment door, frowning at the small pile of flyers and take out menus half shoved under the door, but still knocked anyways. After waiting and knocking again, louder the second time he glanced up and down the hallway hoping he wasn’t about to be caught in the act. He took a heavy breath, praying that he wasn’t about to regret his actions, braced himself and booted the door open.

Cautiously, he stepped into the apartment, eyes sweeping through the space as he swung the door shut behind him. It opened directly into the living room, a tiny kitchen right in front of him tucked in a corner, a door open on his right led into the bathroom, and mock French doors opened into what he guessed was the bedroom. The place was small, and it was almost too tidy, it felt nearly like an air bnb or a display unit rather than an actual lived in apartment. Then again, you did spend an awful amount of time at the penthouse, if it wasn’t for Andy he would have thought you hadn’t set foot in here in ages.

There was a pair of heels and a pair of runners by the door, a cardigan thrown over the back of the couch and an abandoned coffee mug on the coffee table. He crossed into the kitchen, the fridge didn’t have much in it, some rotting vegetables, a carton of milk that expired two days prior and some leftover take out from B-Side. The bedroom at least showed some signs of life, the shirt and shorts you’d borrowed from him strewn onto the unmade bed. The closet was a bit of a disaster, a pile of clothes that looked like they’d fallen from the top shelf on the floor, things half on hangers, it was looking like wherever you were, you’d gone in a hurry.

At the very least, there were no signs of a break in, a struggle, or any blood. If you were hurt, it hadn’t happened here. After making sure he’d searched every inch of the apartment, he let out a sigh, there wasn’t anything here worth noting. He’d have to try and find the time to sneak through your room at the penthouse and check things out there on Friday.

Friday had an earlier start to the party, a hotel in midtown hosting a banquet dinner followed by cocktails and socializing. Jose made his way up to the penthouse, knowing his night was starting by driving the girls over before doing the usual loops. He once again, knew the instant he stepped into the penthouse that things were on edge, though this time it was because Kayra’s anger was directed at him.

“You’re fucking late!”

“I’m sorry man, traffic was terrible.” He replied with the truth, “won’t happen again.”

“It better not!” Kayra snarled, turning back to the kitchen as he muttered to himself, “stupid little shit, just like that ungrateful bitch y/n.” Jose’s eyes widened as Kayra bent over to snort a line of coke off the kitchen island, he’d never seen such obvious drug use by the man, he’d just known he was high.

“I take it she’s not attending tonight then?” He asked, the tone in his voice changing to one of respect to try and get on Kayra’s good side, maybe help calm him down.

“No.” The man laughed, “don’t plan on having her around at all anymore. You’ll have to find a new bitch to suck up to.”

“Hey, I was just doing my job helping her out when she was running the show.”

“She wasn’t running the show!” Kayra snapped back as Jose stepped into the kitchen, noticing Carly and a few of the girls in the connected living room, “it’s my show! It’s my business! That little fucking cunt of a whore thinks she’s the hottest shit just because she spreads her legs for whoever makes the highest bid of the night? She’s fucking useless! She would be out on the streets if it wasn’t for me!”

“Okay, okay…” Jose surrendered, eyes trained on the other man as he paced through the kitchen, continuing to rant and scream about you.

“Thinks she’s so fucking special because she gets Tiffany’s. Fucking useless cunt.”

“Hey!” A voice cut in from the living room and Jose’s eyes widened at Carly stepping up to defend your name, “she was the best girl you had and you know it!”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” Kayra roared, finger waving in her face and she winced.

“You’re just pissed she’s not here and you have to actually do your job instead of getting high and getting your dick wet!”

Before Jose could even think of making a move, try to get in between them, or attempt to get Carly to stop, Kayra’s hand whipped to the back of his pants and pulled out a gun. Carly was on the ground dead before the sound of the shot even registered in Jose’s ears. Screams echoed from the other girls, little whimpers as the gun swivelled around to them, Kayra continuing on his rampage as he yelled at them.

“That should teach you what happens to backtalkers! Downstairs now! Get in the fucking car, you’ve got jobs to do!” He stuffed the gun into the back of his pants and turned to Jose, “new job for you tonight, clean that up. Leave the bracelet on the counter.” He gestured vaguely towards Carly’s body before disappearing down the back stairs.

Across town Olivia was wrapping up taking a statement from a new victim on a different case at Mercy Hospital. She finished up her notes and said thank you before pausing at the nurses station to make sure she had everything from Rudy. Her phone buzzed with an incoming call and she picked it up while reading through the chart.

“Benson?”

“Cap… I need your help.”

“Velasco? What’s up? I thought there was a party tonight?”

“There was. Kayra’s snapped.”

“Another body we need to look for?”

“Uh…” he hesitated and Oliva felt her pulse pick up, “nope. Body’s in the back of my car… I’ve been tasked with cleaning up. I don’t exactly want to dump it and I don’t have my shield on me, if I show up at the morgue I’m pretty sure I’d be leaving in cuffs.”

“I’m at Mercy right now. There’s a back door that leads right into the morgue in an alley off fifth, I’ll meet you down there with Melinda.”

“Thank you.” Joe let out a breath he barely realized he was holding, “I should be there in ten.”

“Okay.” She paused, “Velasco?”

“Yeah.”

“You did the right thing.” She assured before they said a quick goodbye and she hung up, heading down to the morgue to fill Melinda in on what was happening.

Joe was right on the time schedule he’d told Olivia and she was instantly worried with how frazzled he seemed. Once they dealt with the matter at hand, leaving the medical side of things to Melinda, Olivia guided Joe to clean himself up and meet them back in Melinda’s office.

“Thanks.” He muttered, taking the bottle of water Olivia handed him.

“What happened?” She asked and he let out a sigh.

“Kayra was high, it looked like coke, but it could’ve been anything. Oh—” he paused, digging through his pockets to produce two Ziploc bags, “I swiped some of it for the lab to test. And..” he handed the other one to Melinda, “slug went all the way through, figured I should save it for ballistics.”

“Good work.” Melinda praised with a small smile before retreating back into the morgue.

“He was yelling from the minute I walked in, complaining about y/n, calling her names—”

“She was there?!” Oliva’s eyes lit up for a moment before Joe’s expression changed and she felt the all too familiar sinking feeling.

“No. Kayra said something about her, I asked if she was attending tonight, he started ranting. Then Carly got defensive… the gun was out so fast, I… I couldn’t do anything…”

“Hey… this is not your fault. Alright? And I’m pulling you out.”

“What?!” Joe’s eyes shot up to her, “Cap, no! You can’t!”

“Two girls are dead and one is missing. I’m not risking your life on this op too.”

“But—”

“No Velasco.” She warned, “you’re not to go back to that penthouse unless ordered by myself. Go home. And I want you to clear your stuff out of that apartment first thing tomorrow, you’re no longer UC, I want to see you at your desk no later than ten a.m.”

“What about y/n?”

“We’ll find her.” She squeezed at his shoulder, giving him a tight smile.

“And if it’s in a body bag?”

“That’s worst case scenario. Best case scenario she left voluntarily, or maybe got picked up and spent a week at Rikers. Listen, this case will still get solved, okay? We’re working it alongside Manhattan South Vice now, comparing notes tomorrow, you’re still my lead so I expect you to be there.”

“Copy that.” He let out a tired sigh, not wanting to say anything else on the matter he simply turned away from her after a brief nod of his head. As much as he wanted to keep trying, keep searching, he knew right now it was best to follow orders.

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xxblackballoonxx · 2 years

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Maybe That Was New York: Part 2

This is a work of fiction.

🎉Continuing on with the birthday week celebration🎉, here is Part 2 of my little birthday fic to myself. You can read Part 1 here! Stay tuned for a new chapter of The Heart Underneath this weekend and a new chapter of Electric next week.

This gif makes me laugh every time I see it. It’s clear he’s having certain thoughts and then remembers he’s being interviewed, it’s so obvious in the full video 😂

Part 1 Part 3

Maybe That Was New York: Part 2

Jenny woke up suddenly, the feeling of a warm arm around her sending her pulse racing.

“You’re alright, Jen, it’s me.” A low voice from behind her mumbled into her shoulder.

She looked down and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was Joe’s arm holding her, his hand over hers. So last night did happen, she thought with a smile. She let herself relax into him again.

“Ok now?” He asked.

She nodded and he kissed the back of her neck, scooting himself even closer somehow. It had been a long time since she’d woken up like this. They had stayed up late into the night, Joe laying half on top of her as they kissed, his hand running up under her shirt and over her bra, but nothing more. She could feel how into it he was and she was both touched and impressed by his attempt to remain a gentleman.

At some point they had gotten ready for bed, an oddly domestic moment in what had been a whirlwind day followed by a heavy make out session. She’d watched as he removed his shirt and jeans before pulling back the blankets of the hotel bed. He looked up and caught her eye, a small smirk as he reached out to gently grab her bare leg and pull her down next to him. She’d opted to wear an oversized shirt and underwear, but there was something about his hand sliding up her bare thigh that was doing things. To both of them.

Jenny managed turn over and found herself face to face with sleepy blue eyes. Joe had a small grin on his face, his hair messy from sleep. You are in so much trouble, girl.

“Happy Birthday.” He said, wrapping his arm back around her.

“Thank you. Pretty good start so far.” She replied.

“Only pretty good. I was aiming for amazing, fantastic, best ever.” He joked back.

“Let me restate that. A fantastic start to my birthday.”

Joe grinned and again and kissed her cheek. It seemed liked no time passed as they lay wrapped up together in the early morning light. He closed his eyes again but ran his fingers lightly up and down her back, pressing his lips against the bare skin that her loose t-shirt left for him. One of his legs was between hers, and it felt somehow more intimate to him than if they’d actually had sex.

“Joe, this pains me to say it, but I really need to pee.” Jenny said and he could her the smile in her voice.

“Fine, as long as you promise to come back.” Joe responded as moved his arm.

“Of course.” She said, touching his hand before getting up.

An hour later, the pair walked out into the bright sunlight, heading towards the coffee shop they’d been at the morning before. It was close to the apartment Joe was staying in while he was in town, and he wanted to swing by to change into clean clothes.

The barista nearly dropped the mug she was holding as the door opened and she saw them walk in. She quickly composed herself and raised her eyebrow at the girl, who gave her a shrug and a smile in return. The barista watched as the two waited on their order, turning in to face each other, the British guy reaching out to take the girl’s hand like he’d done it a thousand times before. It seemed that the spell had continued, and the barista found herself more interested in their relationship than anything else in weeks. Probably even months.

Soon Jenny found herself in Joe’s apartment, looking out onto the cobblestone street several floors below. The apartment had a dream location, and whatever production company was paying for it certainly made a lot of money. Joe had gone into the bedroom to wash up and change. He came out a short time later to find her still standing in front of the windows, lost in thought.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asked quietly, sliding an arm around her waist from behind.

She was short enough that he could rest his head on hers, and he did, looking out into the street below.

“Oh, just how amazing this location is. I would love to have an apartment like this someday.” She replied dreamily.

“I know. I recently bought my flat in London, but this is certainly on my list now for the future, a place like this in New York. Gives you a whole different viewpoint, yeah?”

Jenny nodded and leaned back into him, closing her eyes. She was a planner, there was no doubt, but the one area of her life in which she planned nothing and sought nothing was dating. Relationships. Love. She very much believed in real life interactions bringing opportunities her way, and had always promised to herself to dive in head first when those opportunities came up. Like this one.

“What are you really thinking?” Joe whispered in her ear.

“Just … how I’ve kind of pictured this happening for years, and now it is. And that I should really invest more time in dating English guys, it seems well worth my time.”

Joe spun her around and she laughed at the little pout on his face. Her American sarcasm was hitting him right where she had intended.

“Who says you aren’t dating one now?” He asked, pulling her into him again.

“Is that what we’re doing?”

“I would say 4 meals and a sleepover constitutes at least 3 dates. We just had them all in one 24 hour period.”

“I’m on board with that formula.”

Joe looked down into Jenny’s eyes, where he could see doubt creeping in, as much as she tried to hide it. They had covered the basics of their dating histories at dinner the evening before, and he knew she had trouble trusting male intentions, no matter how sincere he was.

“I like you, darling. There’s nothing to worry about.” He said gently but firmly.

Jenny nodded and hugged him, her face turned against his chest.

“I like you, too.” She whispered back.

And the thing was, she really did. Sure, there was a fantasy aspect to it all, but in real life, standing here in this real moment, she did actually like the real person. All the years of taking in that feeling of the city, that anything could happen. Something major was actually happening.

“So, what do you want to do today?” He asked.

“My favorite thing - wander. I just want to wander with you and see what comes our way.”

Joe nodded with a smile and led her out of the apartment. He could feel the city buzz rise in the late morning light, like the streets were alive. He’d felt it in his previous trips to the city, but never like this. He looked over at Jenny, who was watching him curiously.

“You feel it, don’t you?” She asked.

“Feel what?”

“The city getting into your soul.”

And that was made him realize what the difference was. He was living in the moment, one tiny cog in the machine that hummed across an island too small for its population. He was a part of it.

Jenny nodded knowingly and they crossed the street, white and grey cast iron buildings rising up along the cobblestone. Hand in hand, they made small talk about the sights they passed, store window displays, a photo shoot taking place on a corner. This was where art, music, fashion, entertainment all came together. The choices made on these streets influenced the entire world, and yet daily life also went on in the space between. He understood what she meant. Things happened here that didn’t happen anywhere else. Because it was New York.

Joe walked Jenny back to her hotel in the early evening, so that she could get ready for dinner. He promised to be back in a couple of hours and returned to his apartment to get ready himself. He had just gotten in the door when his phone rang and he saw it was his brother, Finn.

“Well this is quite the development.” Finn joked after Joe recapped the past few days.

“It feels right, like everything lined up for us to meet, or something.”

“Is that what’s making you nervous? That it seems almost too easy?”

“I think so, yeah. Instant connection but more than that, we just, I don’t know, click in a way I’ve never experienced.”

“Maybe that’s it, then. That it isn’t difficult or confusing. You like her, she likes you. You understand each other. No drama, no games.”

“I know, you’re right. Update you later then, yeah?”

“Have fun, bro. And don’t forget extra condoms!”

Joe laughed as he hung up the phone, his bother parroting back his own warning. He’d make sure to be prepared for any possibility of what might come that evening.

At exactly 7:30 pm, Joe called Jenny from the lobby and she came down to meet him. They were going for dinner at her favorite restaurant, and she felt like she might pass out when she saw him leaning casually against a chair. He was wearing dark jeans and a grey button down, the color setting off his eyes. He tilted his head and smiled at her, slowly letting his eyes drift over her as she walked towards him.

“You look beautiful, love.” He said in his notorious John Shelby voice before leaning down to give her a short but searing kiss.

“You, too. I recognize that voice.” Jenny replied with a laugh.

“Thought I’d give you a little John Shelby tonight.” Joe responded with a smirk.

“I’m not sure I’ll survive that.” Jenny replied as he dropped his hand to her waist, leading her outside.

“Oh I’ll make sure you do, darlin’.” Joe said lowly in her ear.

He took her hand as they walked outside and Jenny grinned. This was a game she was going to enjoy.

“I thought you were gone for good, Mr. Shelby.” She mused.

Joe stopped her on the corner, pulling her into him and the intensity rose between them.

“John’s a part of me, so in a way, he’s always here. Ready for you whenever.” Joe responded, continuing with John’s accent but Jenny knew he was speaking from the heart.

“Well, Mr. Shelby, I’m honored to have you escorting me this evening.”

Joe smiled and winked at her, pleased to see she was ready to indulge this game. It was the truth, he’d come into the character with a basic background, but had a lot of room to play and create John as he saw fit. The result was a character that melded his own personality with a darker version of himself that could only exist in fiction. The parts that Jenny found most attractive were the parts that were 100% him in reality.

The light in the darkened restaurant only enhanced the mood between them, heavy with flirtation and desire. Joe ordered a bottle of champagne, ignoring Jenny’s protest about the cost, and he watched her indulge happily in her favorite meal. She watched him over the edge of her champagne glass, knowing that her life had taken a dramatic turn.

They walked slowly back to her hotel, making their way up to the roof deck, finding themselves alone among the city lights and stars. They stood quietly for awhile, taking in the view, hand in hand.

Joe pulled Jenny into him, as if to dance, and she laughed.

“There’s no music, Mr. Shelby.”

“We don’t need any.”

Jenny put her hand on his shoulder, trying to breathe as his other hand dropped to her waist. He found a beat in his head and spun her around in a slow circle, pulling her back into him tightly. This is what it meant, to be lost in another world, with another person, in a place where dreams were made and broken every day.

Later, in her hotel room, Joe sat on the bed, with Jenny standing between his legs. He knew what he wanted, and knew that she wanted it, too. But he didn’t want to move too fast. She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, trying not to lose her mind as his hands slid up under her dress.

“I want this,” Jenny said quietly, “are you ready for that?”

“I am.” Joe replied, knowing what she meant.

She smiled at his response, so sure and steady. Her dress fell into a pool at her feet and he picked her up, turning them both over to lay on the bed.

In the darkness, after, they laid tangled together, Jenny’s head on Joe’s chest as he pulled the sheet up over them. A pile of clothes on the floor, his shirt hanging off the edge. It was a scene neither wanted to forget.

“So what do you think of dating English boys now?” Joe asked with a devious grin.

“I think I’m only interested in dating the one in my bed. Throw in a little John Shelby from time to time for the fun, and I’m in.” Jenny replied.

“That’s settled then. I’m not interested in anyone else, Jen.” Joe responded.

She looked up at the pure smile on his face and couldn’t help but return it. He kissed the top of her head and ran his hand through her hair as he told her another story about his John Shelby days.

Something was indeed happening and it was the the kind of thing that only happened in New York.

#john shelby #joe cole #john shelby fanfic #john shelby imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #john shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction

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Gangs and friends (Joe Velasco x Samantha Maroun)

summary: Joe meets Sam on the job and falls instantly.

«Ahh you must be detective Velasco!» The woman he could only assume was Lieutenant Kate Dixon said, offering her hand for him to shake.

«Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice finally meeting you. Captain Benson speaks highly of you», he said, giving her a kind smile.

She chuckled at that, leading him to meet the rest of her squad.

«So you’re the detective helping us on this case?» Detective Cosgrove asked, gripping Joe’s hand a bit tighter than he probably needed.

«Go easy on him Frank», Detective Bernard said with an amused chuckle that encapsulated his whole face.

They talked Joe through what they had so far in the case and then set to work. The case was a string of murders, possibly gang related, that was now going over into sexual assault claims from some of the women who had made it out of there.

That’s where Joe came in. Although he no longer had connections to the gangs, though the ones he rolled with back in the day were not in New York, he knew how gangs worked. And if they were right about the cases involving gangs, he was their best shot.

At first he thought he was going to be used as bait, or have to go undercover. But they said it was pretty straight forward, so he sighed in relief.

~~~

And for a while it really was straight forward. He was there doing a job, his part on the case. Until she walked in.

Lieutenant Dixon had called the DA’s office to have ADA Maroun and EADA Price assist. She wanted the two lawyers there to possibly light a fire under their suspect, a man named Javier Henriquez, to see if he would rat out his crew. The man was a nobody compared to who they were really after.

«What exactly do you want us to do, Lieutenant?» Price asked, hands crossed over his chest as he looked at her.

«He won’t talk, but if he meets with you and Ms. Maroun, he might reconsider», Kate explained.

Joe looked at the two lawyers, his eyes lingering a little too long on Ms. Maroun before quickly looking away when she looked at him.

«What do we know about the people he works with so far?» She asked, looking at Joe for answers, «Detective Velasco?»

Joe blushed slightly, having missed that she wanted him to answer.

«The gang leader is a man by the name of Luis Pena. Rose to «fame» in the Bronx at the age of 15 before taking over his uncles gang here in Manhattan. No one can really get him tied to anything, but if Henriquez rats him out, we can get him», Joe explained, noting how Mr. Price and Ms. Maroun were nodding their heads while listening to him.

~~~

Getting Mr. Henriquez to talk once the DA’s office was involved was easy enough. The young man blabbed like a teenage girl gossiping to her friends.

However when it came to getting Mr. Pena though it took a little over a week more, but soon enough him and his gang were taken down, much to every cop in the city’s relief.

Joe was relieved, but extremely tired, and he wanted nothing more than to go home and go straight to bed.

That was until he was invited to go out with the squad and the two lawyers they’d worked with. He couldn’t say no to an opportunity to spend time with Samantha outside of work.

The two of them had gotten closer over the time they worked together, and he was hoping there was a chance for something else to come of their new friendship. Though if not he wouldn’t be too upset. She seemed sweet enough, he could deal with being just friends.

He pushed the thought down quickly and drove home to change as well as ditching his bike there before going to join the others.

~~~

He noticed Frank first, before he saw the other. The taller detective was pretty noticeable from where he stood at the bar. «Cosgrove!» He called out, greeting his new buddy and waving the bartender down «A beer please, ma’am», he ordered, giving her a kind smile.

«Do you flirt with every woman you meet?» Frank asked teasingly.

«Nah, just the cute ones», Joe said, his tone obviously joking. He only had his eyes on one woman, and she was currently laughing at something Lieutenant Dixon had said.

«Have you considered just asking Ms. Maroun for her number?» Frank asked, handing Joe his beer.

Of course Joe had considered that, but he was still stunned that Frank had asked him that so bluntly.

«I’ll do that tonight, I’m gonna shoot my shot so to say», to hell with nerves.

«Good on you, bud. I’m sure she’ll happily give it to you.» God how Joe hoped that was true.

Making their way over to the others, Frank let Joe sit down first, making him sit right next to Samantha, the two sharing soft hellos before he was included into the conversation.

At one point his arm made it’s way onto the back of the chair she was sat in. He never touched her, but he was guessing she could feel the heat of it as she leant back, his hand making contact with the back of her arm.

Kevin gave him a knowing smile and nod, but said nothing, while Kate smiled wide at the two of them.

~~~

By the end of the night Joe offered to walk Samantha home. It was pretty late, and it was only the two of them left at this point.

«I live kinda far away though, she confessed, «do you have a couch I can borrow until tomorrow?» His eyes widened at that, but he said that he did but that he could take the couch as it wasn’t the most comfortable one to sleep on. «I don’t mind. I’m not gonna kick you out of your own bed, Jose», she said.

«I don’t mind, Samantha, it’s only for a night, right?» She nodded at that, and the two made their way outside the bar and down the street to where he lived.

Back at his place he showed her to his room, offering her a shirt to sleep in and then left to let her change. «Joe?» «Hmm?»

«Thank you.»

He smiled softly, nodding his head, «No problem.»

~~~

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babiepeche · 1 year

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“Baby really hurt me, crying in the taxi He don't wanna know me Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm Says it was poison”

Gianna opened her eyes and saw that it was now nightfall. She hadn’t realized that she fell asleep on the floor, maybe she didn’t want to leave this spot because it’ll be the last memory she had with Elliot. She sat up to pull off her shoes and that’s when she say the shiny speck on the floor, it was her e necklace. She could feel the tears start to swell in her eyes again and she took a deep breath.

She finally had enough strength to get off the floor to get herself a cup of water, stopping in the fiore where everything had happened; staring at the necklace on the ground.

Gia woke up from the sound of the front door opening again. Her eyes opened to the e necklace that was placed on the pillow beside her, she lifted her head up calling out “Elliot?” she asked who entered the villa. Hoping that he would walk to her, hold her face, saying that he was just being stupid and they’d back to place. But Emmy appeared in the door frame.

“So I guess I'll go home Into the arms of the girl that I love The only love I haven't screwed up”

“Gianna you can’t live like this!”

“I’m sorry. I’m trying.”

“When’s the last time you got out of this bed? I’ve never not seen your hair shiny, I’m calling your hair lady to do a home visit.” “That means I have to change.” “Honestly, Gia, it smells like a good idea.” “Good one.” “Come on, you’ll feel a little better after you shower and get some new clothes on. I’ll order us food.” “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you, Emmy, really.”

“Emmy… I’m pregnant.” “I do my best to meet her demands, play at romance, we slow dance In the living room”

“Baby, your hair is getting so long.” Gianna said as she finished off the last braid and wrapped a rubber band at the end. She pressed a kiss to her hair before her daughter turned around to look at her.

“But mommy I don’t wanna cut it.” She said with a pout. “Maybe just a little trim? Yeah? It won’t even tell that it’s gone.” Gia suggested rubbing the girls shoulder . Ella rubbed the side of her nose. Gianna froze, staring at her daughter. How was it that she had never been around her father but somehow adapted the same mannerisms as him? She rubbed the side of her nose just like Elliot would do, with the same amount of fingers and blinked a couple of times just like he had. It caused her heart to ache, she could feel the tears start to come up. Gia wished that he could see her, wish that he was apart of their life but would he even want to be apart of it? He never wanted children, even worse; Ella might not even be here because of him. Which started to make her even more sad because she couldn’t imagine a life without her.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing sweetie.” She smiled quickly, clearing her throat and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m just thinking about how much I love you and how I wouldn’t trade you for anything in this world.” Gia placed Ella’s strawberry hat on her head.

“I love you too mommy.” Ella leaned in to hug her. Gia wrapped her arms around her. “Come on, we don’t want to be late for preschool.” Ella pulled out of the hug to ask in Italian “are we seeing joe tonight?”

“We are seeing joe, we’re going to have dinner at Vito’s. Your favorite.” Gia said back in their language standing up to grab her purse and helped Ella put on her backpack before holding her hand out. “I’m gonna eat 500 meatballs tonight!” Ella cheered in English taking her mothers hand. Gia chuckled. “Do you think you can say that in Italian?” She asked her as they headed to the front door.

“but all that a stranger would see Is one girl swaying alone, stroking her cheek”

“Sweetie, it’s getting late. Go tell joe goodbye, so we can put you to bed.”

“But mommy, I want you and dad to tuck me into bed together.” Ella whined. Gia froze looking down at her daughter and then looked to Joe, who had a smile across his face. Even though her real father wasn’t in her life, she didn’t want Joe to be her dad, because he wasn’t. For some reason that hurt her. “Ella, you want to call joe dad?” Gia asked her.

“I don’t know, I was trying it out to see if I like it.”

“Do you like it?”

“I don’t know.”

“What about my opinion?”

“It’s not about you, it’s about Ella.”

“Don’t be mean mommy.”

“Sometimes being honest, is being mean but being honest is more important.” She explained.

“I agree with Ella, you’re being mean.”

“We’re leaving. Say goodbye to Joe.”

#gm #alt verse pt. 2

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Shadow’s Showdown Chapter 60 - The Awakening.

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"Let me help," he said, smiling kindly.

Laura handed out drinks and asked if she could serve anything else, to which everyone gave a negative answer so she nodded and headed for the door.

"Damien, when will you take us to the yacht?" one of the girls asked. "Maybe next weekend?" suggested the grey-eyed man.

Damien, she repeated in her mind and left. She didn't hear everyone laughing at her "Can I serve you something?" giving the words a sexual context. Laura returned to the bar where she picked up another order. This time for a pair of lovers occupying the second VIP room. She wanted to serve some more new guests, but Alex's firm insistence forced her to go back to the room. Accentuating dissatisfaction with a loud sigh, Laura headed back to her place. She lay down on her bed and returned to pondering and staring at the ceiling. Only a noise coming from the hallway managed to tear her away from this passionate pastime. With great reluctance, she looked outside and could have sworn she saw Joe lying on a stretcher. Toby pulled her by the hand, saying something to her, but she couldn't focus. The words merged into one long cluster of sounds. She followed him completely unaware of what was happening.

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Chapter 60 [Wattpad]

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#Deus Ex #DXHR #Deus Ex Human Revolution #Adam Jensen #Shadowfanfic #crunchy-shadow #Shadow's Showdown #Nifriel #I never asked for this #Fanfiction #Evie Dormer OC #Joe Mando OC #Cyberpunk #Writers on tumblr

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renee-writer · 1 year

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Call Me Josh Chapter 11

He dresses carefully. It is his first day of high school and he wants to make a good first impression. His younger siblings rush around, searching for a missing shoe, book bag, hair ribbon. He is calm with all laid out and easily found this morning.

“Josh, have you seen my hair tie, the purple one?” Rebecca sticks her head in to ask.

“I believe I saw it downstairs, on the coffee table.” He replies.

“Thanks.” He smiles. His baby sister is going into fifth grade. It is a big deal because it is housed with the middle school, where James and Jude attend. She adores her big brothers and wants to please them. Joshua knows, but doesn’t tell her, neither are pleased with Rebecca going to their school.

Shaking his head, he brushes out his long dark curls. To long, his dad says. His mama, “It is only hair Joe. His only rebellion is his hair. Let it be.”

So, he is allowed to wear it however he wishes, as long as it doesn’t break the school dress code. Jeans and a button down shirt, sneakers. He is ready. Grabbing his book bag, he makes his way downstairs were chaos is.

“Mama, I need my other sneaker. You know they are lucky.” James is saying.

“I don’t believe any such thing,” a patient Mary says, “But if you wish to wear them James, then you need to find it. Look under your bed.”

“Mama, will you braid my hair? I can’t get it tight enough.” Rebecca asks.

“Mama I found it. Thanks.”

“Mama, does this match? James said it doesn’t .”

“Because it doesn’t !”

“Does to!”

“Hush! All of you. You know your father sleeps upstairs. He needs it and you won’t be waking him. You hear me!” She is little but mighty when it comes to running her house.

“Yes mama.” Echoes through the room.

“Alright then. I am glad you found your shoe, James, but you need to stop teasing your brother. Yes Jude, it matches fine. Rebecca, yes I will.”

Joshua watches all this with an indulgent smile. He loves his family. It hurts his heart that his beloved dad had a stroke and is now, bedridden. He prays he can get back to himself. His mama is working, teaching at the elementary school. She loves it. He loves seeing her so happy, despite the constant worry for his dad. Life, he knows, will be changing. He especially enjoys this time, knowing it can’t last.

Finally, everyone has themselves together. He will be driving his younger siblings to the middle school then himself to high school. His mama will head to work at the elementary school while a day nurse looks after his dad.

“Be polite and respectful, kind, learn something new.” He tells them when he drops them off. James rolls his eyes but nods, Jude smiles and nods while his sister responds, “I will Josh.”

He watches them enter before driving away.

The high school is huge, so much bigger then the fairly large middle school. He parks in the student lot and walks up. A couple of young man come up to him. “Your first day too. I am John and this is my brother James.”

“Joshua, call me Josh. I have a brother James too. Nice to meet you guys. Yes it is my first day. You guys too?”

“Yeah,” John says, “We are starting today. Paternal twins. I am the oldest.”

“By a minute.” They push open the doors and head to the door marked ' office.’ Joshua is laughing. Yes, he is going to like thee guys.

“It counts.” The office is busy with all the chaos expected of the first day. They finally work their way up and get their schedules. A quick comparison shows they share several classes, including homeroom.

They head there, still talking. On the way, they run into several others the twins know, Thomas, Nathaniel, and a muscular boy named Simon. They all share the same homeroom. By the time they enter, they are all fast friends.

“So, do you attend synagogue?” Joshua asks them. The teacher has yet to call for order, letting the students talk a bit.

“Yeah, our parents insist.” John replies.

“I do it because it makes me feel better about everything.” Nathaniel confesses.

“A Jew of worth.” Joshua comments. Nathaniel flushes.

“When I have time. Depends on if the fish are biting. I am a fisherman. As my dad is and his dad before him.” Simon replies.

The teacher calls the class to order and the group of boys direct their attention towards her.

“Homeroom, where roll is taken and any homework you need to finish can be done. You also may talk amidst yourselves as long as you don’t disturb anyone else. Okay? “

Nods and a few okays are the response of the students. She takes roll and then, for the next few minutes, the boys talk.

“What is the biggest fish you ever caught?” James asks Simon.

“Oh, a ten pound cod. Flayed it up and made two meals out of it.”

“Nice.”

Joshua watches them and thinks. Yes, His Father says, these are a beginning. He smiles.

“Josh, you ever been fishing?”

“Yes a few times with my dad before his stroke.” The boys faces show distress.

“No way Josh! Is he okay? Did he survive?” Nathaniel asks.

“He did. He isn’t the same. But, we pray he will come back to himself.” They all nod.

“Sorry man.” John says.

“Do you have any brother ‘s besides James?” James asks.

“Yes, a younger brother named Jude and a baby sister, Rebecca.”

“Big family.”

The bell chimes and they head out, scattering to their various classes. The twins have English, Thomas, algebra, Simon has history with Joshua. They head off together.

“So Simon, do you have any siblings?”

“Yes, a younger brother named John. He is in middle school.”

“So are my brothers and sister.” The halls are packed solid with students. Joshua hears bits of conversation as they pass.

“Yeah, I heard she got with him over the summer. George doesn’t …”

“No, thank God. It was negative. I don’t know what I would have done.”

“Yes but you will have to meet me at lunch. I can’t just give it to you here…”

“Scary stuff, isn’t it? My papa warned me to make my friends carefully here. The wrong crowd can mess you up.” Simon whispers as they approach the door to their next class.”

“Yes,” a sigh from Joshua, “It really can.” He knows, His Father has told him, that their would be a friend that would betray him. He also knows he hasn’t meet him yet. It is all part of why he was here. For now, he will simply be a high school student. But that would change soon.

They enter the classroom.

“Have a seat everyone but choice carefully. The seat you take will be the one you will have all year.” The teacher says. “I am Mr. Stern and this is History 102, in case you are in the wrong place.” He looks over them. No one moves. “Good. I will take roll and pass out the syllabus. Study it carefully. As high school students, I won’t be holding your hand. All tests and on it, all papers due, everything. It is your responsibility to keep up with everything. You miss a paper not study for a test, that is on you. Assume all will be on a test or quiz. Now for the roll.”

They leave an hour later feeling a bit overwhelmed. History won’t be easy with a paper due every week and a test ever two. This is just there first class.

They all meet up for lunch.

“I knew it would be hard but, this is nuts you guys. I have two papers due and a hundred problem worksheet for algebra.” John says, resting his head on the table.

“Same plus a quiz on Friday.” James adds. He rests his head by his brother.

“Come guys, I know it is hard but we can do it. We will help each other. Alright?” The twins look up at Joshua’s words.

“Yeah.” Thomas sys.

“A study group. I like it.” Simon agrees.

“We can meet at the library after school, that way none of our mamas will be overwhelmed.”

“Perfect Josh.” They start to eat. Joshua smiles. A start. A good one.

#my wriitng #nano 2022 #call me josh #chapter 11 #1412

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