joeyquinndrabz

[joeyquinndrabz]

That’s my girl- Joseph Quinn X Reader

TW: N/A

AN: My dad surprised me with paramore tickets for their Manchester show KICKING AND SCREAMING!! Character very much inspired by the goddess herself, Hayley Williams. Character sings “still into you and ain’t it fun” (I’m not a basic fan before anyone attacks be i just wanted to use songs people would know ltfb and figure 8 are favourite songs atm🥲)

y/b/n- your bands name

“On stage in 5,4,3-“ The screams from outside were deafening, people had come from far and wide to see your band perform. This included your own family and friends, it was a big event in your career. Your band had been offered to perform at Hyde Park and seeing you were all from London, it made perfect sense to finish your worldwide tour where you felt the happiest, home.

Tickets sold out within a minute, people had fought for their tickets and you were determined to make it the best show possible for them. You’d been in the limelight from a very young age, your band found fame at 15 in 2009. Today was the 14th year anniversary of “y/b/n” and this felt like the perfect opportunity to celebrate with the people who got you here.

There was a vip stand full of your family and friends, eagerly waiting to watch you do your thing after not seeing you for so long due to the tour. This included Joe. You’d been on tour for 6 months, thankfully he was in America at the same time or you genuinely think you would’ve gone insane. However, you hadn’t seen him since and hadn’t seen him today because he’d been in Italy hours prior to the concert starting. He’d brought his film camera, determined to get some footage of you in your element. It brought comfort to him when he looked back at them when you were away, in a way it felt as if you were with him even though you were on the other side of the globe.

“1.” The countdown had ended and you all ran on stage, the screams getting louder. Click track in ear and the music beginning to play, you knew it was time to give your all. Singing and dancing around the stage, you looked over at the stands your family were in and saw Joe and Wes going crazy singing along and jumping up and down. You laughed down the mic and had to stop singing for a split second to compose yourself, they noticed and screamed “LOVE YOU” to which you responded with an air kiss and carried on rocking out.

The final bridge appeared. “Baby not a day goes by that I’m not into you.” You pointed over at Joe and he sang it right back at you, grinning from ear to ear. You noticed your dad dancing with your mum and Wes n Chloe screaming the lyrics at each other with pints in their hands. This was home.

Finally the song finished and the whole of Hyde Park was screaming and bellowing your names. You laughed in disbelief and took it all in, the lights and posters, the little groups of people with different journeys with your music. It all finally felt right, you’d been so homesick on tour so you’d found it hard to genuinely appreciate what was happening during shows because your mind and heart were thinking of somewhere else. Here. Home.

You went into your next song, same energy and same reaction from the crown. Pure elation. It felt like a giant party and there was no stopping this one.

Once the second song came to an end, it was time for you to speak to all those people. But this time, you didn’t feel anxious. “Londonnn.” You shouted down the mic which gained a roar from the audience, jumping and waving at you. “We’re home.” You shouted again running around the stage as your guitarist joined you and your drummer smashed his symbols. The audience were wild at this point, screaming all sorts.

“We’ve got a proper party in store for you, you ready to dance Hyde Park?” You asked, pointing your mic to the crowd who were definitely ready. Your eyes drifted to the stands and you saw Joe and your mum in a tight hug, waving at you with admiration plastered on their faces. You sent them a heart with your hands and you performed the rest of your set.

In-between some songs you continued speaking to the crowd, laughing and dancing along with them. You were on a high.

2 hours later the show had come to an end.

“London you have been incredible.” You smiled out to the audience and noticed some tears from a few of them, you were aware your music meant a lot to people but seeing it first hand was a feeling like no other. “Massive thank you to you all, it’s 14 years today of y/b/n and we genuinely would not be here without you, you and especially you.” You’d been pointing and on the last few words of your sentence your finger was aimed at the stands. “Every single one of you up there are the reason we do what we do and I love you all so much.” Joe was tearing up and so was everyone up there with him. “Fucking hell mate shes made it.” Wes laughed with tears in his eyes, giving Joe a side hug as Joe laughed along with tears of his own.

“Writing this album took a lot out of us, we were tired and not the nicest of people because of it.” Your whole band laughed as your bassist played a falling scale to add to the words you’d just spoken. “There were two people in particular who had to take the brunt of my this tiredness and I can’t thank them enough.” You saw them both with tears in their eyes and it seemed to catch on to you like a yawn, your eyes were glazing over.

“I’m not gonna say too much or I’ll cry like a baby, but, Joe, Wes. I love you both so much.” The crown cheered for them and they blew you kisses whilst mouthing their own “I love yous” and with that you started some banter with the crowd to lift the mood again and started your last song. “Ain’t it fun” was truly a feel good tune and the audience were picking up on the frequencies, their bodies danced and sang like never before. Your dad was dancing up and down with Joe, drinks in hand and it was like you had your own personal show. Your guitarist mimicked them and mirrored their dance moves, a beautiful moment with beautiful people.

The last symbol smashed and with that you waved your goodbyes, hugged one and other and ran off stage. You were all on such a high and you couldn’t wait to be in Joes embrace, the butterflies you felt on the first date 8 years ago reappeared.

Your family and friends had been escorted backstage to the pop up bar that management surprised you with as a goodbye your present. Everyone was mingling but you just wanted to see one person and soon you did. His eyes met yours and a massive grin came on both your faces, you ran up to him and his arms outstretched to grab you. “Oh my gosh you were incredible.” Joe whispered into your ear as you both stood in each others embrace, squeezing tighter than you’d ever done before. “I’m sorry I’m so sweaty.” You giggled as he brushed your hair out your face with his two hands with a chuckle. “Sweetheart don’t be silly, you’ve been dancing for nearly 3 hours straight im not expecting you to be dry.” You both laughed, you were disgusting in love but no one cared. They loved it. “Did you like the show?” You asked, anxious of his reaction. “Hated it.” He said, monotone face and he let go of you. You eyebrows furrowed with confusion but confusion didn’t last long, Joe came close again to swing you around, a squeal escaping your lips. “I bloody loved it, I’ve never been so proud of you.” He kissed you firmly on the lips over and over again before holding you close again.

“Sorry to break it up lovebirds but I’d love some time with the rockstar herself.” Wes joked from beside you both, you squealed again in excitement and quickly turned to hug Wes who shook you from side to side. “My beautiful best friend you are INCREDIBLE!.” Wes shouted, earning a hearty chuckle from both you and Joe. “Bring it in brother.” Wes opened up his other arm and soon enough you were in a group hug with the people you loved the most.

You popped your head up from the middle to look up at them both. “Can I have a pint now?” You queried.

“She’s back!” Wes laughed as Joe chuckled into your hair.

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Unloved - Joseph Quinn x Reader

TW: VERY angsty but finishes with fluff, insecurities mentioned

22:45. Eyes growing tired and your back aching from leaning against the bar, you were ready to go home. Joseph on the other hand, he was in his element. Surrounded by fellow actors and actresses, cackling at any joke thrown into the circle. In a way you’d been abandoned but his drunken self was far too absorbed in their conversations to realise.

You were eternally grateful that Joseph also brought Wesley along because you didn’t know anyone and no one seemed eager to get to know you in the slightest. Joes lack of company hadn’t gone unnoticed by him either, he felt too bad to leave you on your own but he had to head home due to an important meeting with his manager he had early in the morning. You’d reassured him you’d be fine and that you’d be more upset if he stayed because you didn’t want him to risk not getting up in time. So off Wes went, saying goodbye to Joe and yourself before calling a taxi to take him back to his home. You on the other hand, you were left to receive patronising stares from everyone who passed and you couldn’t fight your emotions for much longer.

It was evident to you that there was one girl in particular who had taken a liking to Joe and she was sending you daggers and had been all night. Joseph was so deep into his conversations that he hadn’t noticed but something inside of you wanted him to see, to say something, anything.

She was giggling too hard for your liking and kept staring at him with hunger in her eyes. It didn’t help that she was obviously some sort of model, her slender figure and picture perfect face gave it away. You on the other hand, worked a 9-5 and didn’t see your beauty like Joseph did. Your physical appearance had been an issue for you since your teenage years and it was something Joe was aware of. That’s why watching her so close to him and obviously trying to flirt with him was breaking your heart, bit by bit.

You couldn’t go over there, they didn’t want you in that circle and it hurt that Joe still chose to hang out with these people even though they’d completely disregarded your existence. There wasn’t much more you could handle, you were well and truly at breaking point. Finishing your drink and thanking the bartender for her company, you tried to signal to Joe you were going. To your surprise, you’d caught his attention but not in the way you were hoping for. He discreetly tilted his head at you as to say ‘can’t you see I’m busy’ and continued conversing with those ignorant fools.

The ache in your heart was overwhelming and you left the bar with your lips pierced together and tears forming with every step. For the first time that night you weren’t receiving any dirty looks, instead the strangers in the street looked at you with worried expressions and empathy. Your navigation of London wasn’t as good as Joes so being put in this situation was terrifying and made the emotions you were feeling 10x worse. There wasn’t any chance he was going to pick up his phone, he was too busy. You wanted to call Wes but feared you’d wake him up and ruin his meeting in the morning. Therefore, with 10% on your phone, you had to hope and pray for your safety and hope that you’d make it home.

You did eventually make it home, the 4% on your phone was clinging on for dear life and you were ready to get into bed and cry yourself to sleep. However, you hadn’t realised when leaving the bar that your coat was still there and the keys to your flat were also at the bar. You didn’t live with Joe either, so you were well and truly screwed. You didn’t have any other option but to try and call Joe with the 4% you had remaining.

It rang. It rang again. Then again. Until you were greeted with his automated voicemail. So you tried again, and again, until suddenly when you tried to ring for the 4th time…it had gone straight to voicemail. He’d turned off his phone. He’d turned off his phone whilst you were stuck in the freezing cold with no coat and now your phone had died on the last attempt to call him. To make matters worse, the drizzle you’d felt turned into an extreme storm and your flat was not inside a building you could reside in whilst you waited. The world had fucked you over and you finally broke down. Sliding down your flat door you sobbed and sobbed whilst holding your body in your arms in an attempt to keep some warmth.

You had no idea how long it’d been, it felt like days. Your teeth were chattering and the feeling in your feet had gone, there was still no sign of Joe.

That was until you heard someone shouting your name who sounded awfully like the man himself. You didn’t have the energy to be angry, you had none at all. You just wanted to get inside, you were so disappointed with him, he’d watched you leave without your jacket and still decided to stay. No concern for you or your wellbeing.

“Y/n? Oh my Jesus- Baby I’m so-“ Joe was quick to burst out in apology when he saw the state you were in. You were soaked, from head to toe, shivering with water dripping from your nose. “Save it.” You muttered through gritted teeth and used all your strength to reach for your jacket from his grasp. “I called you and you didn’t respond, I thought you’d gone back with Wes and when I got to his I-.” You were dragging yourself up from the wall and your shaking hand turned the key to your flat door. “I called you too. I called you quite a bit actually. You watched me leave on my own, I don’t need the lies Joe.” He’d followed you into your flat and watched as you walked straight past him into the bedroom, ready to strip yourself of your drenched clothes. “Sweetheart I’m not lying, I was so far into my conversation with Ava that the time span between you and Wes leaning felt identical. I genuinely thought you were with him.” Joe had tears in his eyes but there was no sympathy from you. You’d checked the time and it was 1:43am. You’d been outside for 2 hours, 2 whole hours. “I called you Joe, I really needed you and you were too busy with the same woman who’d been sending me death glares all night and the same woman who I heard call me a ‘scum from under her shoe’ to a group of women in the toilets. You left your girlfriend alone in London, to walk the streets with 10% and i spent the remainder of that charge trying to get in contact with my boyfriend! I could’ve been fucking dead and you wouldn’t of had a clue.” You were wailing and Joe wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms but you stepped away from him anytime he came near. “Baby i didn’t know about any of this, if i did I would’ve been there in a heartbeat. I left to go to the toilet and when I came back my phone had been turned off completely. Ava, who i now know is a massive prick, decided to turn it off because it kept ringing from what she said was a ‘private number’. I told them I was leaving and then I headed to Wesley’s but when he answered he said he had no idea where you were. We both tried ringing you and texting you but I didn’t hear anything.” Joe had to stop to compose himself, he’d expected the worse. You never ignored his calls or texts so he knew something was really wrong. At this point you’d gotten changed into his oversized tracksuit that he wore around the flat when he was round. Although he’d completely and utterly fucked up, the smell of him was still a massive comfort to you and there was no helping it. “Wes obviously lives on the other side of London so I ran from his to the tube and he went looking where we’d just been to see if you’d gone back. The tube i was on broke down so I ran here as quick as I could. I’ve been a dick and there’s nothing I can do about what’s happened and if I could then I’d do anything. The fact I put you in that position i can’t I just-“ He began to sob, he sat on your bed with his head in his hands.

You knew deep down Joe would never want you to be in that situation, you knew he loved you but tonight you’d never felt so unloved and unwanted . He’d let you down and for that you had every right to feel upset with him. Maybe not intentionally, but he’d still done it.

“You left me on my own all night Joe. It’s like you want to get rid of me but this is taking the fucking piss. Tonight is the first night in our whole 4 years of being together that I’ve felt completely and utterly unloved by you. If you don’t want me around then fucking do something about it, don’t make me watch as you converse in conversations at the bar all night whilst I’m left to pitifully watch from the sidelines.” The part about you feeling unloved broke Joe like never before, he was sure he genuinely felt his heart shatter. “You think I don’t love you?.” Joe questioned mid sob, lifting his head from his hands to see if you were being sarcastic at all. “What part of tonight has showed that you love me Joe?” You looked straight at him with a tear stained face and new ones glazing your eyeballs. “I love you now, then and always. And I’m completely and utterly sorry for tonight’s events, I’ve hurt you and I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now. I understand if you don’t want me around right now, but please know that my heart does and will always belong to you. I will spend everyday of my life showing you how much I love you because I never and I mean never want you to think I don’t love you. And as for Ava and anyone at that table, they are dicks and there’s no excusing their behaviour. But as your boyfriend I’m in a position to protect you from that shit and I didn’t, I failed you. I can’t believe I’ve done this to you.” Joe was now stood significantly closer to you, tears still falling whilst he took in your broken appearance. “Do you wish I was more like them?” You asked, feeling as though you were no longer good enough for him. The Joe you’d met wasn’t a star of sorts, he’d done his fair share of acting but it was mostly theatre and you were his biggest fan. His life then seemed so far from what you knew, but now, it felt like you were in a movie yourself. Everyone around you became famous and well-known and you were, you. Maybe Joe felt you were dragging him down? Or he’s been introduced to so many new women he no longer sees the light in your eyes when you meet his?

“Oh my sweet girl.” Joe broke the gap between you both, wiping your tears with his thumbs and holding your head so you could meet his eyes. You both looked awful, crying messes to put it frankly. “I want you, and only you. Not a different version of you, just my beautiful Y/N who’d rather drink a milkshake over a cocktail. My Y/N who says yes to anything and who’s never afraid to speak her mind. My Y/n who gags at the thought of oysters.” You let out a slight laugh amongst the tears. “I want you angel. You’re so precious to me and again, I’m so sorry you’ve been put in a position of hurt caused by me who saying all this. I know my actions tonight don’t match my words, but you my darling are the love of my life and the reason I do what I do. Please don’t for a second doubt that I don’t love you. Because I do, a dangerous amount.” Joe finished his speech with a long kiss to your forehead and he held you closer than he’d ever done before. The closeness between you both made him aware of how cold you were and how you were still slightly shivering.

“Promise this won’t happen again?” You questioned into his chest. “Never ever again. My time off is dedicated to you now, we’ll go on so many adventures and see so many different places. I’m here now, forever.” He mumbled into your hair, squeezing your body like he’d never done before.

“And Wes.” You muttered, looking up at him. “And Wes.” He chuckled softly before leaning down to kiss you.

“I’m sorry angel.”

“I know you are, I forgive you.”

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Inked- Joseph Quinn x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the best,

Joe

XXX

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

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

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

“Darlin’ that’d be a dream.”

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Pints over wine- Joseph Quinn x Reader

TW: idk alcohol ig? fluff cause I broke you guys with the last one, sorry bout that love you all xoxoxo

“Guinness please!” You called over to your friend as he asked you what you wanted from the bar. You were never one for fancy cocktails or expensive bottles of wine, you’d grown up going to pubs with your family so a shandy was slipped your way at the age of 11 and it soon lost the lemonade component as you reached 16. You loved beer, larger, sometimes the occasional cider. But you tried to change it up and Guinness was a new one for you, trying it in the city of the drink itself, Dublin. None of your fellow female friends were one for beer and it was always a good conversation starter between men in the smoking area who were in amazement they found a girl who likes beer. Slightly sexist but you were 6 pints in by the time these conversations took place so you tend to let it slide, too drunk to give a shit.

The drinks began flowing and so did the laughter, your friends had all made a point to make the Dog And Duck your local and you were well and truly regulars at this point. It was a perfect mix of modern and old, whether it be its interior or the people inside alike. It was a staple in your weekly routine and you couldn’t imagine socialising anywhere else.

“I’m going for a smoke I’ll be back in a bit.” You announced before picking up your pint and heading outside. There was a decent amount of people in the pub but because of the cold, winter weather there was no one outside which was a shame because you enjoyed your drunken conversations with fellow smokers. Sitting at a spare chair n table , you began to pull out your baccy and papers before realising you’d left your filters at home. You groaned loudly and your drunken self took this hard, all you wanted was a cigarette or two to pair with the drink in-front of you. Sulking down in your seat and crossing one arm over your chest, you reached for your drink and gulped a considerable amount down.

The door to the pub opened and out came a man in his mid-twenties, baccy and papers in hand. He noticed your presence and gave you what appeared to be a genuine smile. “Alright.” He nodded before putting his own pint down on the table next to yours. “No.” You mumbled with pouted lips. “No?” He questioned with a chuckle as he began to roll a cigarette for himself, sitting at the table next to you. “I left my filters at home.” You grunted, sipping your drink with a pout still prominent. “Oh darling that’s not good.” He commented before pulling out two strips of filters and putting them next to your packet of baccy that’d been abandoned on your table. Your eyes lit up and your mouth went from pouting to a beaming smile. “Oh my god thank you thank you thank you!” The man laughed and shook his head in astonishment at how a couple filters could make someone so happy. “You’re more than welcome sweetheart, im sorry they’re menthol.” You smiled and you were the one shaking your head this time. “No no no it’s fine I smoke menthol too!” You giggled and began rolling a cigarette, a long awaited cigarette. “That’s what I like to hear! And you’re drinking Guinness too.” He pointed his own pint of Guinness towards you before taking a gulp. “I love Guinness it’s my new fixation.” You commented before licking the sticky strip of the paper and completing the roll.

“You’re so cool! Where have you been this whole time? Most women I meet when I’m out here are drinking wine and turn their nose up when I pull out menthol filters.” He explained as he patted his pockets for his lighter. “Really? No, I’ve been smoking menthol for years! And you’ve got the pop filters, 10/10.” You chuckled as you took an inhale, taking in the mystery man’s panic as he couldn’t find a lighter. “Need a light?” You asked whilst offering him your lighter which he accepted. “Thanks love, looks like we’re both forgetting things today.”

You both chuckled and began small talk about London and who you were there with. “I’m Joe by the way, sorry I should’ve introduced myself properly. Got a bit distracted.” Joe scratched the back of his neck before looking over at you sheepishly. “Don’t worry I’m at fault too, I’m y/n.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, he chuckled to himself before reaching out his hand to meet yours. “You look like a y/n.” He pointed towards you with his cigarette this time, he was very expressive with his hands and it was something you did too. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned with a cackle, you were really enjoying his presence he was very likeable. “It’s a cool name! N’ you seem pretty cool yourself so it just makes sense.” He explained, tilting his head and laughing along with you. “You seem pretty cool yourself Joe.” You smiled and turned to meet his sweet smile. “I’m glad you think so, I’m really enjoying myself right now y/n.” He admitted after stubbing his cigarette out.

“So am I.”

“Want another one?”

“Go on then.”

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I’m sorry - Joseph Quinn X Reader

TW: postnatal depression- please know if you’re struggling or need help with any subjects mentioned in my stories, then my messages are open and I’m here to listen <3

You can remember the day you found out you were pregnant, eyes full of happy tears and a smile that spoke a thousand words. There was no greater feeling and you couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of your baby in your arms, knowing they’d be so incredibly loved and have two parents who wanted nothing more than to take on the roles of ‘mum and dad’. However, you never imagined after all the excitement and build up to the birth of your little boy that you’d feel so detached from him and completely broken. The feeling had come not longer after he was born, watching Joe hold your little boy with tears in your eyes was painful. No longer happy tears, just pain. The pair of you had put it down to baby blues, frequent episodes of uncontrollable sobbing for no reason, overwhelming bouts of anxiety and a constant need to hide away from everyone and everything. Even the duties of parenthood that called upon you were drowned out by what was happening to you, this only made you feel worse.

Joseph took on the role of fatherhood very quickly , not because he necessarily knew what he was doing, but because he had no other choice. Each day that passed meant a new chapter of his sons life that he was trying to take in but it was all too much. You were falling apart in-front of him and there wasn’t anything he could do. You were in no fit state to start your own journey into motherhood, you were barley able to look after yourself. Joseph was not only caring for one human, but also for another. You. That’s only if you’d allow him too. Most of the time you didn’t speak, it was rare he even heard a sound leave your mouth that wasn’t agonising sobbing. The pain you were mentally going through was showing physically, the eyes once filled with a glisten of hope for your new life were now glazed over with despair. Maybe you weren’t meant for motherhood? Maybe Joseph would be better off raising baby Quinn on his own? Maybe life would be easier for the two if you left them to start their own family unit.

A bright light leaked out from the bathroom door and gentle splashes of water could be heard from the bathroom so you could only assume your son was having his first bath. There was a slight twinge in your heart as you say up from your huddle under your duvet and attempted to get up. You could feel your cheeks moving and your lip quiver, you couldn’t help but feel like a shit mum. Your baby was growing up under the same roof as you and you were missing what some may consider ‘crucial moments’ of his firsts. Slowly creeping out of bed, you searched for something to put on to substitute for the smelly hoodie you’d been sporting for over a week. Catching the eye of Joe’s ‘lounging round’ the house jumper’, you slipped it on and prepared yourself for what you were about to witness. The whole day you’d been laying in bed, you’d felt better but in no way were you back to your old self. A doctor had paid a home visit to prescribe you some medication for your low mood and had advised Joe to wait it out. Waiting it out seemed easier said than done. He wanted nothing more than for you to experience all the joy his little boy was giving him with you, but instead all he felt was guilt. Joseph knew how much you’d wanted to be a mum, he saw how you were with other children and couldn’t understand why you’d switched. Of course he knew it wasn’t your fault, his frustrations were more aimed towards himself because if he knew what was making you feel this way then maybe he could help you.

Walking down the corridor you’d avoided all week, you spotted the nursery in full use. There were baby gifts left, right and centre. A pillow and blanket on the floor where Joe had been sleeping, seeing his little set up hurt even more. But the thing that hurt the most was seeing your baby boy sleeping soundly in his cot, Joseph hadn’t bathed him without you. It wasn’t right. Slowly approaching the cot, your throat hitched and you bit your lip tightly to suppress the sobs incase they woke him up. “I’m sorry baby.” You let out, tears rolling down and hitting off the wooden barriers of the cot. “Mummy does love you, I promise. She loves daddy too, she loves daddy a lot.” Leaning down to stroke his gentle cheek, only just realising how much he’d changed in just a week. “I want to be the best mummy to you and I promise I’m going to be, mummy just needs some help to get there. But you have the best daddy ever, he’s like your own personal superman. We’re gonna have to get you a superhero book with Daddy as the main character aren’t we?” You sniffled and giggled as your baby boy turned and smiled in his sleep. “Yeah that’s right, daddy is pretty incredible. Mummy will be too, one day.” Eyes glued to your baby, you hadn’t realise Joseph’s presence in the doorway. He’d been running you a bath in hopes it’d make you feel better, the splashing you could hear was him testing out the new thermometer you’d bought to test the bath water for your baby’s baths. But he didn’t expect to walk into your bedroom and find you gone, there was some internal panic but it soon died down when he heard you talking to your son. He couldn’t believe it himself, emotions were high and his eyes were leaking to say the least.

“Goodnight my sweet boy, Ill see you tomorrow. Mummy loves you endlessly. Please don’t forget that.” You sobbed as you kissed your hand and placed it on his cheek, turning to face Joe’s teary eyes and relieved smile leaning against the door.

“I’m so sorry.” You sobbed quietly in fear you’d wake your son up. Joseph was quick to pull you into his embrace and kiss your temple repeatedly. “I’ve missed you so much my darling girl, you don’t need to apologise. I’m so proud of you angel, so proud.” Joseph didn’t want to let go, it felt like a prison sentence. Watching you lay lifeless in your bedroom was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “What if he hates me?” You sniffed, soon after Joe pulled you head up to meet his. Forehead to forehead, heart to heart. “He’s a baby, he won’t know any of this happened. You’re here now and that’s all that matters and I’m here. I’m here for you so please never let anything convince you otherwise.” You didn’t reply verbally, instead pressing your lips against his for the most meaningful kiss the two of you had ever shared. “I have a bath in their with your name on it, I can change the covers on the bed and we can get some sleep how does that sound?” Joe smiled down at you, happy he had his girl back. “Can you come in the bath with me? I don’t want to be on my own anymore, I wanna be here with you and our baby. Can we sleep in here?” You proposed, hoping he’d say yes. And he did. “Whatever you want darling, but I will need to bring the duvet and pillows in here because I’m already cracking n creaking like an old dad. I’m 28.” You both chuckled and you leant up to kiss him with all the love inside of you. “Cmon let’s get in that bath i stink.” You groaned, Joe smirking at you as you did so. “Shower in the en-suite before, im not laying in your dirt.” He joked before tickling you, you had to drag the both of you out of your sons room as you giggled hysterically. “God I’ve missed this.” Joe reached down to kiss you once more. “No more struggling on your own, you’re the love of my life and mother to my baby. I’m not letting you go through that again.”

“We’re parents.”

“We’re parents sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It’s not fair- Joseph Quinn x Reader

Not been proof read

Authors note!!!!! Please note that this imagine might be a tough read for some, it touches heavily on death and working in a care-home in lockdown. Massive thank you to any health workers who were at work during the pandemic, you’re all hero’s and deserve more than you were given. If anyone needs a chat then know I’m here and willing to listen ❤️‍🩹

A 12 hour shift had turned into 20. You’d been rushed off your feet and left on your own to care for 14 residents, all in need of your assistance. There was one resident in particular who needed your help the most, Barry. He was 78 and covid had spread to the loveliest man you’d met. Starting at the care-home when you were 16, you’d met your fair share of elderly residents but Barry was the longest resident your care home had ever had, so obviously, there was a soft spot for him that you couldn’t deny. He’d joined on your 18th birthday, 10 years ago. He was quick to sing you happy birthday and compliment you on your smile, he told you it reminded him of his wife who’d sadly passed a couple years prior. Barry had dementia, but he always seemed to remember you. And Joe.

Joseph had come to bring you your lunch at work once, you’d been together since school so the other residents knew him and often stopped him for chats n cups of tea. But, Barry had been an actor in his younger days so Joe had taken a slight favouritism towards him too. You’d often come into Barry’s room to find Joe already there, chuckling as Barry would reenact some of his old dialogues. It was a special bond and Barry had become a mentor for Joe and his career, and a massive part of your lives. So hearing him struggling to breathe was the last straw for you.

“999, what’s your emergency?” The call holder spoke patronisingly down the phone.

“I need an ambulance, now! One of my residents has been whooping all night but he can’t breathe now. He can-“ You held the bridge of your nose and let out a deep breath, a poor attempt to stop yourself from breaking down.

“Has he had any painkillers?” The lady over the phone was starting to wind you up at this point.

“Are you taking the piss? Of course he’s had painkillers. Look, his temperature is 38.7 and his blood pressure is 45. I need a fucking ambulance.” You were desperate and on your own. Your patience was thin and your body was at the brink of collapsing.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to calm down. As I’m sure you’re aware we’re under high demand right now, an ambulance should get to you at some point tonight but in the meantime I need you to keep him comfortable and-“ Your patience had gone. You screamed down the phone and threw it to the other end of the room.

Full PPE on and tears running down your face, you had one job to do and that was to keep him alive. “Barry my love, Im here, Im here.” There wasn’t much you could do in that moment and you both knew that. There was a horrible feeling in the room that you both knew what was coming and there was no stopping it. “Y/N” He gasped. “Hey hey hey, try and take some big deep breaths for me Barry. In and out, slowly. There you go, more of that Barry you’re doing so well.” His breathing had calmed down but his emotions hadn’t. “You and Joe, you’re my family. I know I’m gonna die love, please let me say goodbye.” Barry was wailing and you were sobbing, his wife was the only person he had left before she passed and in a way you were his family. And he was yours. “Barry you can’t die, I won’t let you.” You sobbed as you held his hand tight. “It’s ok love, I’m gonna be with my wife. I can tell her all about you both. I just wanna say goodbye.” His eyes were still pouring but the mentioning of his wife had brought a smile to his face. You were at a loss for words but knew that you would do anything in your power to give him what he needed in this situation. “Okay, okay I’ll ring him.” Your hands were shaking as you pulled out your phone and unlocked your phone. “Can you do that video calling thing?” He gasped out. “Seeing both your faces would bring me great comfort, I can die happily sweetheart.” His words only made you cry more, you were a state and looked one too. A massive mask was covering your face and due to the lack of funding, your ppe was a bin bag so your unwashed hair was on display. If anyone was to see you they’d assume you’d been through the wars. Your thumb pressed FaceTime as you tightened the grip on Barry’s hand with your other, scared of letting him go.

Joe soon appeared on your screen and his face went from confused to mortified. “Oh my god darling what’s happened?” He’d shot up out of bed and, in true Joe fashion, had start to frantically look for his keys. “No no, sit back down please. I don’t have time to explain everything right now and I’m sorry but-“ You’d chocked up and Barry’s heavy breathing was slowing down. “Barry, Barry isn’t well and he wants to speak to you before he goes to sleep.” You couldn’t get the words out, the thought of not seeing Barry everyday was too much and it was obvious the grief had already passed to Joseph. His eyes began to water and his mouth started shaking. “Joe.” Barry muttered, his eyes were closing and your sobs were no longer in hiding. “Joseph im warning you, this might be too much.” You squeezed out mid cry. “No baby please, I need to see him.” Joe bit his lip and tears began to leak. Seeing you in this state was hard enough but knowing Barry was dying next to you was heartbreaking. You turned the phone and heard a gasp from Joe, he wasn’t expecting the sight he’d been shown. Barry was on the edge of death and there was no coming back from it. “Joe my boy, I need you to promise me something.” He was gasping at this point and it was taking everything for you not to tell him to save his breath, scared he was going to pass sooner if he spoke too much. “Anything Barry, anything.” Joe was crying too, his lip was still clenched between his teeth but it wasn’t helping. Nothing would. “Look after her for me, I wanna know you two are gonna stick together when I’m gone.” Barry’s eyes were shut and his hold on your hand was getting weaker with every word. “Of course I will, I won’t let anything happen to her. And I’ll love her until my last days I promise you Barry, you’ve got my word.” Barry smiled and opened his eyes to meet the ones of Joes over the phone. “You’re gonna go far kid, I’ll be watching.” Barry shut his eyes and you knew it was time to get off the phone and leave Barry in peace. You turned the phone and neither of you knew what to say, Joe shook his head and covered his mouth to stop the sobs from getting louder. “I’m coming to pick you up.” This time you didn’t argue. You nodded and knew it was time to say goodbye. You ended the phone and held Barry close until you no longer heard his laboured breathing. He’d gone.

Slowly getting up from the wooden chair, you turned to see Barry laying lifeless in the room you’d learnt to love. The scrabble box was still undone from the last game you’d played with him, due to social distancing rules Joe couldn’t play in real life, but you found a way to play with him over the phone and it was enjoyable for all of you. The door of Barry’s room opened and you looked up to see your manager, shocked at the sight she’d walked in on. “He’s gone.” You whispered, eyes faced towards the floor. “Oh Y/N.” She walked in and held you tight. “Isn’t this against the rules?” You questioned as you sniffed into her shoulder. She pulled you back and pushed your hair out of your face. “So are 20 hour shifts darling, go home. I’ll sort the rest out”. You nodded and headed for the door, stripping yourself of your PPE and showering in the staff room before heading out the entrance. Joe was waiting for you like he said he would, cigarette in hand and he was visibly tired. You walked up to him and he was aware of what was about to come out your mouth. “Did he fall asleep?” He squeaked out. “Yeah baby he’s fallen asleep.” You nodded before breaking down. His arms enclosed as he held you tight, your head buried into his neck. “It’s not fair Joe, it’s not fair.” You wailed. “I know baby, I know.” He cried into your hair. “I failed him.” You pulled back and Joe took in your appearance. You looked broken. “Oh my darling, there’s nothing you could’ve done. He’s not in pain anymore and his last moments were spent with the person who distracted him from it all. You did everything you could.” Joe was wiping your tears as you reached up wipe his. “I made him a promise and I’m sticking to it. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you my love, let’s get you home yeah?”

“I love you Joseph Quinn.”

“I love you too Y/N L/N”

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C’mere- Joseph Quinn Imagine

fluff/angst ish I guess

tw: n/a apart from the fact I haven’t proof read this 🥲

From a distance you looked like you had your life together. You were the friend that people relied on in times on need but you soon realised, those people weren’t there for you. Your caring demeanour meant that people had been gravitating towards you since a young age, therefore you were used to being the ‘doormat’. There wasn’t any denial on your behalf, none. But, it had impacted you whether you wanted to admit it or not. Everything you did was for others and that didn’t stop, not even after 12 hours shifts or on your birthday.

It was your 28th birthday, you’d arranged to meet with a group of friends during the day for some brunch and meet with Joseph and his friends later on. Of course you wanted to spend time with Joe on your birthday, in fact it’s all you wanted to do. But you knew that one of your friends was having a rough time recently and could do with some girls time. Joseph completely understood, but deep down he knew you didn’t want to go out.

“Baby if you want to leave early then just let me know. Wes has already said the same thing to me, we want it to be special for you.” Joseph tilted his head and softly smiled as he watched you slide on your boots. He noticed the way your lips turned upwards as he mentioned Wes and himself. Wes was genuinely like a brother to you, your bond was special. So special in fact, he lived with you and Joe. London rent was ridiculous and living with the two people you loved the most was not something to complain about.

“I appreciate you both so much. And I love you so much. I’ll be fine, i promise.” You stood up and made your way over to Joe, fiddling with the back of his hair as you leant in for a kiss. “I love you. Happy birthday sweetheart.” He grinned and started to peck you over and over. You both erupted into giggles and it wasn’t long until you were on your way to your birthday brunch.

As you reached the door to the restaurant you’d found weeks prior, your eyes drifted to the table you’d booked. It was bare. Although you felt your heart drop, you didn’t let it show. You never would. Instead, you accepted the offer to be walked over to the table and sat. Sat and waited.

20 minutes later, two of your friends walked in. They didn’t seem to be in a rush whatsoever, instead they were giggling amongst themselves and had shopping bags in their hands. You wanted the ground to swallow you up. “Sorry we’re late Y/N, we got distracted.” One of them perked up as they approached the table, you waved it off and told them it was fine. The two began conversation again and you were soon wishing you’d taken the offer of staying with Wes and Joe. Especially Joe.

No one else turned up. No messages. Nothing. “Sorry, do you know if the others are coming?” You asked timidly, aware of their conversation you weren’t apart of. “That’s what we were just talking about, we all went out last night and they’re all so hungover. It was so funny, I don’t think any of us have drunk that much before.” Their cackles were drowning out your jagged breathing. “Oh, well I appreciate you both coming.” You gritted your teeth, not ready to show any vulnerability. “To be honest, we didn’t want to but who can turn down breakfast when you’re hungover?”.

Wow. You’d always known the girls did things without you. It didn’t bother you that much, well, not that you’d let on. There was always some excuse of ‘last minute’ and ‘we didn’t think you’d wanna come’. But this, on your birthday.

You spent the rest of your brunch in silence, worried if you spoke that you’d burst out in tears. The pair had finished their and finished off the Prosecco they’d brought over.

“We’re gonna head over to the pub now so we’ll meet you over there.” They began putting their coats on and heading to the door. Leaving you to pay.

You did just that and headed to the pub on your own. Of course you didn’t want to go, but that’s where the boys were and you needed Joe. London was busier than ever and it didn’t help ease the pain in your chest one bit. Scared of caving in, you leant against the back of the pub, far too scared to go in.

You’d been so deafened by your heartbeat that you hadn’t even realised Joseph had come out for a smoke. “Baby?” He called out, aware you looked petrified, he didn’t want to startle you too much. You quickly wiped a stray tear and smiled through gritted teeth. “Hey you.” You walked into his outstretched arms and didn’t hesitate to squeeze him tight. He noticed. “What’s wrong my love?” He questioned as he held you just as tight, kissing the top of your head. “Nothing, just feeling a bit overwhelmed.” You’d lied. He knew you’d lied. But he also knew you’d only lied because you hated crying in public. “I’m here now. I’m sorry if they’ve hurt you.” His reply had shocked you, how did he know? You didn’t say anything, instead just lifted your head from his shoulder and stared into his concerning eyes. “They came in here without you, on your birthday. I asked them where you were and they said you were paying. I’m so sorry baby, you deserve the world and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to give it to you.” Joe kissed you tenderly, nothing but love and affection. “There’s more, but I don’t wanna talk about it. I feel home now, just need a drink Wes screaming happy birthday and I’ll be ok.” You both laughed and leant in for another kiss. The tender moment was soon interrupted by Wes himself, but he wasn’t pissed from alcohol. He was pissed because he just heard what had actually happened. “Fuck I’m gonna kill them.” Wes barked as he stormed towards you both, but most importantly, you. He pulled you from Joe and held you close, he was angry they’d hurt you and was upset you didn’t say anything. “It’s fine.” You muttered out. “No. Stop letting them do this Y/N! They all went out last night and didn’t invite you. They then didn’t turn up to your birthday meal, and the two dickheads that did only came for free food and fucked off. I also find it convenient that they’ve both got shopping bags in their hands and there’s nothing in yours.” Wes was fuming at this point, letting go of you and he was now talking with his hands.

“They did what?” Joe spat. Oh shit.

“Boys, please.” You were practically begging them not to cause a scene.

“No, what the fuck.” Joe charged inside, instructing Wes to take you with him and meet him back home. You knew you had no say, Joe was very protective over you and wasn’t gonna let any fucker ruin your special day.

Wesley and yourself had made it home after his tipsy rant on how you were an incredible person and deserved more. His words made your heart break a little more, realising how horrible you’d been treated. “I’m gonna go get us a Chinese, and you will not lift a finger mrs. Wait here for Joseph and I’ll soon be back with a shit ton of food.” He hugged you and left you standing in the living room, finally alone. Alone and left to wail, scream and cry. You were so hurt and you no longer cared who found you in this state. Their actions had been taken on the chin in the past, not anymore.

You soon found yourself sobbing into your pillow and you were ready for Joe to come home. He sure did. His entrance was heard as he shouted out for you, he heard your sobs as soon as he stood through the door. Soon he burst through the door and darted towards the bed. “C’mere baby. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.” He gently helped you up and cradled you as you cried into his shoulder. “I’m here, you’re loved by so many people sweetheart. My family adore you, Wes loves you like you’re his little sister, my friends love you. If I list them all off we’d be here until you’re 48 let alone 28.” His final line had made you crack up a little, it was only a little but he noticed. He smiled against your temple until your head lifted. “Do you love me?”.

His eyebrows furrowed and his head titled, Joe’s hand raised to remove a stray hair from your face. He kissed your forehead as he held your face in his hands. “Baby, I love you so much that come that 48th birthday we just joked about, we’ll have the same last name.”

You both smiled at each other, eyes full of admiration for the beauty of a man in-front of you.

“Hold me?”

“Always.”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU, HAPPY BIRTH-“

“WES, SHUT THE FUCK UP”