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zombie movies & first kisses - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x female Henderson! reader

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Summary:

Dustin thinks Steve and his sister would make a great couple. They’re both obsessed with each other, they just don’t know it. They just need a little push.

Just first date fluff :)

Warnings:

None, just Steve fluff, kissing, zombie movie references

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N:

Excited to get my first Steve story posted! Joe Keery holds my heart in every role. I hope you enjoy this little fluffy story! Requests are open.

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“She does not like me.” Steve sighed, scooping the mint chocolate chip ice cream and placing it on the waffle cone. He handed the ice cream to the waiting customer with a forced smile.

“She totally does,” Dustin said with full confidence as he leaned against the counter, watching Steve work. “She has Mrs. Harrington doodled all over her notebooks. I’ve seen them in her room.”

Steve laughed. “For some reason I don’t believe you.”

“Why would I lie about that?” Dustin asked, throwing his hands in the air. “You think I haven’t snooped in her room to find all the embarrassing stuff she writes about?”

“It’s not that I doubt your level of nosiness,” Steve said, moving on to helping the next customer. “I just think you’re lying because you want me to embarrass myself by asking your sister out.”

“Oh my god,” Dustin groaned, getting frustrated with his older friend. “I am not trying to embarrass you. She likes you. You’re practically obsessed with her. You’re both obsessed with each other, really. But neither of you will make a move!”

Steve considered his words as he took another order. “You’re not messing with me? You actually think she’s into me?”

“Dude, I know she’s into you. Just ask her. She might pass out on the spot, but she’ll say yes when she wakes up.”

Steve laughed. “Okay, okay. Maybe when I’m not in this stupid uniform, though.”

Dustin asked Steve for a ride home after he and Robin got off work. Steve agreed, but took the time to change out of his Scoops Ahoy uniform and into a pair of jeans and a shirt with the first button undone before he left.

Steve’s mind was racing as he drove towards the Henderson house, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel nervously. Dustin didn’t miss it, watching his friend with a smile on his face.

When they pulled up outside of the house, Steve was relieved to see Dustin’s mom wasn’t home. She could be a little overbearing.

Steve walked with Dustin up to the front door of the house, following him inside as he let himself in.

You were lounging in the living room, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a rainbow t shirt that clung to your body in just the right way. Steve gulped when he saw you, his heart rate picking up.

“Hey, sis,” Dustin greeted you, a big dumb grin on his face.

You looked up from the TV, a shy smile spreading across your lips as soon as you saw Steve. You worried all of a sudden that you should have picked a cuter outfit, should have done your makeup.

“Hey,” you greeted your brother. “Hi, Steve.”

Steve smiled at you, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest at the sight of it. He was just so cute, you could hardly handle being around him.

“I’m going to get started on my homework,” Dustin announced before scurrying out of the room before either of you had the chance to say anything. You briefly thought about how it was summer and he didn’t have any homework, but Dustin was always up to something weird so you just brushed it off.

Steve stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before he slowly walked closer. “Uh, how have you been?” he finally asked.

“Good,” you answered. “I’ve been working at the movie theater for the summer.”

“Oh, cool!” Steve said, and he seemed genuinely interested. “Do you, uh…like it?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” you said. It was pretty cool as far as jobs go, you got to see free movies whenever you wanted and your coworkers were fun. “How’s Scoops Ahoy?”

Steve felt embarrassed at the mere thought of you seeing him in his uniform. “Oh, it’s fine. Free ice cream, you know.”

“That does sound nice,” you said, smiling at him. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling down at his feet. “Hey, uh, actually,” he began, his eyes moving back up to meet yours, “I wanted to ask you something?”

“What’s up?” you asked, looking at him curiously.

Steve looked nervous, which wasn’t something you had seen very much from him. “Um, I was just wondering, you know…if you’d want to go out with me this weekend?”

Your eyes went wide at his question. “Like- like a date?”

Steve smiled at that - you weren’t outright rejecting him, and you’re just so cute. “Yeah. I was thinking like a date.”

You blushed then, looking down for a minute before you met his gaze again. “Sure. Yeah, I’d love to.”

Steve’s smile grew. “Yeah? How about Friday night? At 7?”

“Sounds good,” you answered, butterflies in your stomach already.

“Well, I’ll see you then,” Steve said, the grin staying on his lips as he turned and walked back towards the front door. “Later!” he called as if both to you and Dustin, before he was out the door.

You waited a full minute after he left before you grabbed a pillow from the couch and pressed your face into it, screaming and kicking your feet.

Dustin came running into the living room.

“Did he do it???”

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When Friday rolled around, you spent the entire day freaking out about the date. You started getting ready early in the day, starting with a shower, where you took the time to thoroughly shave, not missing a single spot. You dried your hair afterwards and spent ages styling it until it laid just right. You went with a more natural makeup look, which took a lot more time than it looks like. You finally dressed in a short brown skirt and white top.

Dustin was excited for your date with Steve, but even he was at his limit by the time you got ready. He was sick of you staring at yourself in the mirror and asking his opinion on a million different outfit combinations.

When the doorbell rang, you were still looking in the mirror, making last minute touches to your appearance. Dustin answered the door, a huge grin on his face.

Steve stood there, looking nervous and handsome. He wore a button down shirt and jeans, his hair styled perfectly. He held a bouquet of roses in his hand. Dustin just looked at him with that dopey smile on his face.

“Hey,” Steve greeted. “Is your sister ready?”

“Yeah,” Dustin answered, moving out of the way to let Steve inside. “She’s been done for at least an hour already but she won’t stop looking at herself in the mirror.”

Dustin yelled for you as he followed Steve into the living room. Your heart beat hard in your chest as you took one last look in the mirror before leaving your room.

Steve’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw you - you always had that kind of effect on him, but you looked especially beautiful tonight.

Steve told you so as you approached, and you smiled and blushed as you took the bouquet from his hand. Your fingers brushed against his as you took it, and it sent jolts of electricity through your whole body.

You brought the flowers to your nose, smelling them - they smelled lovely, fresh - before you said, “I should go get these in some water,” and scurried off to the kitchen.

Steve could hear the sound of water running moments later, and Dustin would not stop smiling at him like a crazy person. You were back before they knew it, smoothing down a piece of your hair as you walked.

“Ready to go?” Steve asked, holding out his arm for you.

You smiled as you linked your arm with his, and then the two of you were headed towards the door.

“You kids have fun! Don’t do anything too crazy!” Dustin called after you.

You rolled your eyes but laughed as you left the house. Steve smiled and shook his head, leading you towards his car parked against the road.

He opened the passenger door for you, and you smiled at him as you climbed in. You buckled your seatbelt as he walked around the front of the car, and you couldn’t help but admire just how handsome he was as he walked in front of you.

He climbed into the driver’s seat next to you, giving you a quick smile before he got himself buckled and started the car. He turned some music on, quiet enough that you could talk over it.

“So, where are we going?” you asked him as he pulled onto the road and began driving.

“I was thinking we could grab something to eat and see a movie? That is if you’re not tired of movies, working at the theater and all,” he said, suddenly second guessing his choice of a date.

“I don’t think I could ever get tired of movies,” you said, reassuring him. “I actually haven’t even seen one in a while.”

Steve smiled, your words making him feel better. “Well, good. I thought we’d see the movie first so we could talk about it over dinner.”

You smiled at the thought he’d put into this, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. You resisted the urge to reach out and touch his hair.

The drive to the theater wasn’t long, its proximity to the house was a factor in you applying there in the first place since you didn’t have a car yet. Steve pulled into a parking spot, killing the engine and turning to you.

“We have options,” he said, before he began listing all the different movies playing.

“Day of the Dead!” you exclaimed when that option came out of his mouth. You didn’t need to hear any more. “I’ve been dying to see that one.”

Steve smiled. “Yeah? You’re into horror movies?”

“They’re my favorite,” you said, which made his smile grow wider.

“That’s cool,” he said genuinely, and then he was climbing out of the car, quickly jogging to your side to open your door before you could do it yourself. You couldn’t help but giggle at his effort. He was being so cute, a total gentleman.

“Plus I can hold you if you get scared,” he said, grin still on his lips as you took his hand and climbed out of the car. “Or you can hold me if I get scared.”

You laughed, which only made him smile bigger.

The two of you walked towards the ticket counter, and Steve bought and paid for your tickets. Your friend and coworker, Alice, was working the ticket counter, and she gave you a sly grin as she handed the tickets over.

“Have fun, you two,” she said, with an obvious double meaning to her words. You blushed, knowing there would be questions at work. Steve didn’t miss the teasing, either.

He encouraged you to pick whatever you wanted from concessions. You got a large popcorn to share, you each got a soda, and you both picked out your favorite candies. You weren’t sure if he was going to be paying, so you brought money with you, but Steve didn’t even hesitate to pay for everything himself.

Steve had the huge tub of popcorn and a million snacks balanced in his arms as you carried the two drinks to the theater. You were relieved that it wasn’t crowded, and you found two seats together towards the back that gave you privacy and had a great view of the screen.

You got settled next to each other, drinks in the cup holders and snacks distributed between you, and you realized just how close he was. His knee brushed against yours, the rough feeling of his jeans against your bare skin sending chills through your body.

The movie began, and you shared the popcorn, your hands brushing together whenever you’d reach for some at the same time. It would send a jolt through your body, and the way his eyes would dart to yours made your heart speed up.

You were loving the movie, it was just as good as you had hoped. About halfway through, Steve shifts closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. It’s the oldest trick in the book, but it makes you smile, and you shift further into his embrace, which makes him squeeze your shoulder.

You have an even better time watching the movie snuggled up against Steve’s side. You take in just how good he smells, something you had never thought about before, but of course he was perfect in every way.

By the end of the movie, your nerves had gone, comforted by the feeling of being pressed up against Steve. It felt right, like it was where you had always belonged.

“What did you think?” Steve asked as the credits rolled and the lights came back on in the theater. He gathered up the trash from your snacks.

“I loved it,” you answered honestly, standing as he did. “The special effects were so cool.”

“Definitely,” Steve agreed with you. “That part where they pulled that guy apart was crazy.”

The two of you left the theater, dropping your trash in the can on the way out. As you walked together out of the building, Steve reached down and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. It surprised you, but you certainly didn’t mind, holding his hand back and smiling to yourself.

Steve opened the door for you again before he climbed in on his side. You had been chatting about the movie since it ended, both of you having enjoyed it a lot.

Steve began driving again. “What are you in the mood to eat? I had somewhere in mind, but if you want something specific, we could go anywhere…”

“I’m sure whatever you picked out is perfect,” you gripped his hand over the center console, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He smiled back at you. He loved the way you always put him at ease, even when he was so nervous about impressing you.

Steve pulled into the parking lot of a steakhouse. Not too fancy, but not super casual either. Despite the theater snacks, you felt your stomach grumbling at the idea of getting something good to eat.

“They have all kinds of stuff here, if you’re not into steak,” Steve said quickly as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“I’m a big fan of steak,” you laughed. You were already thinking about what you’d order.

You waited for Steve to come around this time because you knew he’d want to open your door for you. He helped you out again, and the two of you walked hand in hand into the restaurant.

The hostess greeted you both with a big smile. “Just 2?” she asked, which Steve confirmed. She led you to a booth, giving you both a menu.

“This place is nice,” you complimented as you opened up your menu, examining the many options.

“Yeah, I’ve been here with my parents a few times, it’s good,” he said, looking over his own menu before he looked at you again, smiling. “Never brought a girl here, though.”

Knowing you were the first girl he’d brought on a date here made you feel something. You didn’t consider yourself to be a jealous person, but you had been jealous when Steve dated Nancy. You didn’t love the idea of Steve with other girls, so the knowledge that this was new territory for him too made you smile.

Your waiter came by and took your drink orders. You looked over the menu for a while longer before you were satisfied you knew what you wanted.

You were in a deep discussion about the movie when the waiter came back to take your orders. You ordered a steak, of course, with fries. Steve ordered the same thing, shooting you a smirk.

“You look beautiful tonight, by the way,” Steve complimented when your plates were placed in front of you. “I think I already said that tonight, but I couldn’t tell you enough times.”

You blushed as you looked down at your food. “Thank you,” you said. “You look really handsome. I mean, you always do.”

Steve smiled bigger at that, beginning to cut up his steak. “I always do, huh?”

Your blush grew deeper. You didn’t mean to make it sound like you had been obsessed with him, even though you have.

“You always look beautiful,” he added softly.

That made your heart flutter in your chest. He had noticed you. You always thought he didn’t know you existed.

You ate together, talking about the movie, other movies you liked, how your summers had been going, all kinds of things. Steve made you laugh a lot. He was so naturally funny, and he’d really become more of himself since school ended. He didn’t care so much about being popular and impressing his friends and looking cool. He just cared about being authentic.

When dinner was over, Steve got the check before you even had a chance to see how much it was. You offered to pay half, but he shut you down quickly.

Back in the car, he drove with one hand, intertwining his free hand with yours over the center console. You sang along to music together on the way home, and you thought this may have been the best night of your life so far.

Steve pulled up outside your house, turning the car off.

“I really had an amazing time,” he said, turning to look at you. “You’re so great to spend time with.”

You smiled at him, your cheeks heating. “I had an amazing time too, Steve.”

Steve grinned at you. He placed a hand gently on your cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin there.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…” he mumbled, almost as if only to himself.

You didn’t know what to say to that. You didn’t think he could have possibly meant it, but his face and eyes show only sincerity. It makes your heart thump harder in your chest as you look into his eyes.

He leaned in, slowly, giving you ample time to push him away. You don’t, of course. You never realized how kissable his lips were until you were this close.

His lips pressed against yours, and they felt so soft. You practically melted into his kiss, your lips moving against his as you kissed him back eagerly. He led the kiss, being more experienced than you were, you gladly let him.

You could have kissed him all night, you think, but your mom was home now and she’d be coming out to check on you if you lingered in the car for too long.

Steve finally pulled away, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. His thumb traced over your lips, wet from his kisses.

“I want to see you again,” he said, his eyes finally moving from your lips back up to your eyes. “Soon.”

“I’d like that,” you said. You were surprised how weak your voice sounded, you cleared your throat.

“Are you free tomorrow?” he asked.

“Tomorrow?” you raised your eyebrows. “Uh…yeah. I’m off work tomorrow, too.”

Steve smiled. “Good. Me too. I’ll come pick you up at around 12, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you smiled.

Steve opened your door for you one last time before he walked you to your front door. He leaned in and placed one more quick kiss to your lips. “See you tomorrow,” he said.

“See you tomorrow,” you echoed back to him, and then you let yourself into the house, giving him a little wave as he turned to walk back to his car.

You sighed as you entered the house, feeling like you’d been holding your breath all evening. You couldn’t wipe the dreamy grin off your face.

The living room lamp turning on and Dustin speaking nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Tell me everything.”

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Fifteen to Forever

"I can’t not be happy when I know I have you."

PAIRING: hockeyplayer!choi seungcheol x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: Fifteen was the age you had met Choi Seungcheol at a school hockey game. Forever was the age you would find yourself spending with him.

CONTAINS: fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI), growing up, tears (a lot), distance, this is so emotional you will be in your feels, kissing, p in v sex (unprotected), clit stimulation, handjobs, happy endings bc we love them, i think that's it

WORD COUNT: 6k

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[AN]: thank you so much @ressonancee for birthing the idea of hockey player cheol in the first place, reading over some of the bits and helping me w some of the plot!!! ty for letting me ramble in your dms lol. hockeyplayer!cheol WILL reappear in other fics bc I'm obsessed with the idea, for now, I hope you enjoy this angsty fluffy creation <33

It wasn’t until the last echo of the slammed car door had faded that you realized, yes, mom, I do actually want you to go in with me. 

But alas, as the last tresses of exhaust from her car fade into nothingness, you accept that you’d have to do this alone. Gripping the straps of your brand new backpack helps you ground yourself as the increasingly erratic breathing takes over you. It sinks in now that you’re alone. 

There’s a honk, and you realize you’re still frozen in the drop-off zone, the mom in the Subaru not appreciating the 7 AM delay to drop off her own high schooler. You wonder if her kid would let her drop them off inside. 

Scurrying into the entrance of the open gates, you find the courtyard full. Huddles of teens laughing and yelling despite the early morning hour, not a spare square foot on the grass. You try to find someone who looks like an adult but fail, hoping you’ll be luckier once you’re inside the building. 

You do find yourself lucky as you find a line of teachers at the entrance, ready to greet the new batch of freshmen on their first day of high school. There are a few other kids who look as tense as you, but you feel better with the way the administrator pats your shoulder as she hands you your schedule, assigning you to a lanky sophomore to show you around the building that’d become your second home for the next four years. 

Jeonghan tells you his name as he leads you into your homeroom, where you deposit your bag before going back out. He’s peculiar, you decide. He tells you to never walk without looking at the floor on Monday mornings to save your shoes from the occasional start-of-the-week breakfast hurl. He tells you in the cafeteria that the lasagna was horrible, but not the sloppy joes; the sloppy joes were good. He tells you in the gym that the coach would let you off if you rubbed a little eyeliner under your eyes, “he’s an empath.” 

By the time he’s listing off clubs and teams, you feel a little less nervous, pushing you back into your fuller homeroom with a sign-up sheet and a goodbye. You don’t get to say thank you. 

Kwon Soonyoung slips into the empty seat next to you, introducing himself a little louder than you’d anticipated, but you suppose you needed the enthusiasm. He innocently slips you his home number and hopes out loud that you’d be the best of friends. 

You get in the car that afternoon, responding with a wider-than-expected smile at your mother inquiring about your day. 

“It was great! I think I’ll like it here.”

You found it strange that the rink was so packed for a high school hockey game, but that was before you saw the ten-foot banner and face paint. Soonyoung sits on your right as Jiwoo places herself on your left, both donned in blue and yellow, sandwiching your uncoordinated outfit. For whatever reason, you’d thought movies exaggerated the hype around high school sports, yet the support for the boys entering the rink roars into your ears to prove you wrong. 

They win, and with the way the rest of the team pats him on the back after sending in the last puck, you assume it’s all thanks to the boy with the Choi on the back of his jersey. 

He removes his helmet, hair flopping into his eyes as you realize you know him. He was always in the cafeteria with Jeonghan, the boy who gave you a tour on your first day, along with many other boys from his year. It was hard not to notice them with the ruckus they were always causing, yet you found them easy to drown out with the rest of the noise. 

“What’s his first name? The guy with the 08 on his back?” you ask Soonyoung. 

“Oh, that’s Seungcheol. Dude’s a fucking progidy or something.”

“Prodigy,” Jiwoo corrects. 

“Yeah, that. Jihoon said the only reason they got to finals last year was ‘cause of this guy.” 

You watch as he drinks from his bottle from the benches, smiling at his coach and teammates as they debriefed. At least you were guessing that was happening; the only thing you were thinking about was how you could hear his laugh from where you sat. And how it was making you smile, too. 

You stare at your worn shoes that glow in multicolors as the beats in the gym warp and stagger through the speaker. You’re on your third punch, finding yourself awkward without something to occupy at least one hand. 

You had danced a little with Jiwoo, watched with bright eyes as Soonyoung dance off-ed yet another senior to his victory, giggled as you let another freshman, Jun, take Jiwoo away for the next dance. You now lace the edges of the party, taking a breather as you down the remnants of your punch, already trailing the memorized path to the snack table. Maybe you’ll try some of the lemonade this time. 

There’s already somebody occupying the lemonade cooler when you get there, back to you as you patiently wait for him to finish up. He moves away, leaning against the table. He takes a sip from his cup, and you move forward to fill your own. 

It’s Seungcheol. You recall his name as you recognize his face. He somehow looks as haphazard as you last saw him from yesterday’s hockey game. 

If he had come in with a tie, it’s long gone as he has his collar popped and shirt unbuttoned the first few steps. It doesn’t end there as you note the hair that dresses his eyes, soaked in what you cannot imagine is water with the way you saw someone with a similar build typhoon across the floor with nearly as much vigor as Soonyoung has had tonight. 

He’s downing the cup in haste, and you take a sip of the slightly tart drink as you debate if you should say something. 

“You did really well yesterday. Congrats,” you decide to say. 

He emerges from his cup to acknowledge you sipping on your own lemonade, “Oh, thanks. Were you there?” 

“Oh, yeah, I was. First hockey game, went with my friends,” you let out a little chuckle, not understanding why you suddenly felt so awkward. 

“Cool,” he answers plainly, mouth glistening and posture stagnant. “You’re friends with Soonyoung, right? Seen him hang around Jihoon a lot.”

“Yeah, he’s — he’s friends with everybody,” you laugh a little, and you hear him laugh with you. 

“How do you handle him? He’s giving a run for everybody’s money out there,” he gestures to the dance floor with a smile. 

“He mellows out after a while; he’s just excited,” you say, understanding his bewilderment.

“How’re you finding high school so far?” he asks when he runs out of things to say, yet forgets that he can easily excuse himself. But he doesn’t.

“Pretty alright. I’m having fun so far.” You don’t need to ask him the same, knowing well that the sophomore was having the time of his life.

“Good to hear, hope it stays that way for you.”

It’s another painful five seconds before you see Jiwoo waving at you from afar, pointing at something Soonyoung is doing. 

“Uh, I’ll see you around, my friend’s waving me over–”

“Oh, sure, uh, I’ll see you around.”

You give him one more tight-lipped smile as you wave from waist length before retreating. 

“Wait!” 

You turn around at his voice. 

“I never got your name.”

Seungcheol took you on your first not-date in the spring.

Not-date because neither of you had labeled it as such, but you were pushed to reconsider when both Jiwoo and Soonyoung insisted.

He had brought his car that you slipped into after school to drive to the movies, where he bought you popcorn and paid for both of your tickets. He held your hand as you walked out of the theatre, wide-eyed and all smiles as you discussed the film you had just sat through for two hours. 

His palm fit in yours like it belonged there, and maybe it was your fifteen-year-old brain talking. Still, you never expected to be this comfortable with him — especially after the possible insinuation your friends had instilled. 

He drove you home that night as you searched for a million excuses to stay a little longer in his car as he parked in front of your door. But alas, you open the car door at the end of the night and are surprised to find him doing the same as he walks around to where you get out. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” you say in your rehearsed line.

“Me too,” he smiles. “The weather’s getting nicer, we should see the cherry blossoms next weekend. If you wanted to. We can take the car again.” 

He didn’t kiss you, at least not on the lips as he hugged you at your front door and pressed his lips to your cheek. 

You were quick to squeak out your goodbyes after that happened, slamming your door shut as you vaguely heard him drive off. 

With a hand to your racing heart, you count to ten. Perhaps you’d reconsider that not-date after all. Besides, you had cherry blossoms to look forward to. 

Choi Seungcheol kissed you, really kissed you, when he brought the team to the cup they missed out on last year, throwing himself at you as soon as you appeared before him. He was sweaty, half-dressed in his gear with his skates still on as he embraced you tighter than anyone ever had before. 

He put his lips on yours the second he saw your face as you pulled away, unable to help himself despite the groans and retches of his teammates, despite the fact that an entire bleacher’s worth of people saw you both. 

Not that either of you cared; you were just happy he didn’t have his mouth guard on (and that he kissed you before you couldn’t help it yourself).

It was in your junior year and Seungcheol’s senior year that you began to hear the absurdities about the strength of your relationship, that you wouldn’t make it, that high school sweethearts never do. 

With shaking hands, you grip your boyfriend’s arm as he has a conflicted look in his eye. 

“No,” you say. You wonder where all of this strength was coming from when you all wanted was to cry. “You’re gonna go. You will go. I won’t let you throw all of this away because of something that’s never gonna waver.” 

He’s silent as he refuses to meet your gaze. The voices were getting to him, his older college friends laughing when he suggested that his relationship would last both college and the distance it would bring. He realizes he’s not so sure anymore. 

He sits cross-legged in front of you on your bedroom floor, mentally prepared to walk out for the last time. 

“You’re supposed to be happiest about this; I don’t understand why you insist I leave. And so far away?” he looks slightly bewildered. 

“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t. This isn’t about me, Cheol, it’s about everything you’ve worked for all these years—”

“Us, what about us? I’ve worked on us, too.”

“Why have you gone years without listening to a word what other people say to only listening to them now?”

“Was it just me, then? Because it feels like I’m the only one worried about our future together—”

“Choi Seungcheol, stop right there.” Your voice is brittle, and you don’t know how long you can keep the tears at bay. 

“I…I don’t know what to think,” his shoulders slump even lower. 

His hockey scholarship would take him so, so far away. He thought you were strong enough for this, but with every anecdote, every comment, every dejected “have it your way” to his resilience, he wonders if the both of you would be forced to fight a losing battle if he left. 

There were sports universities here at home, but there was no you with his scholarship. 

“I’ll tell you what to think. Will you listen to me?” 

Slowly, but surely, he nods. 

“You can get the scholarship you’ve always wanted, and we can stay as we are, although a little farther away.”

He looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t.

“I believe in us. And if you don’t right now, I’m ready to believe for the both of us. We’ll get through this.” 

In the end, Seungcheol believed you over everything the world told him, praying he wouldn’t let you or himself down as he laid with you on the last night he’d call his bedroom home. 

Graduation was a happy endeavor, momentarily forgetting what lay ahead as he enjoyed his last hours with all his friends in one place. The heavy feeling returned as the night progressed, agreeing to spend the night with him, tucked under his covers as you listened to his heartbeat. You wonder how long it will be until you're able to do this again. 

As you lay in his stripped bedroom, there’s little either of you say, an unspoken agreement to not sleep, not tonight. He has an early morning, but he doesn’t really seem to care as he continues to fiddle with your hair, kissing you at intervals like he's trying to bring back the feeling when it begins to fade. 

There’s little you can talk about when you’re trying to memorize each other’s scent. You remind yourself to give him your sweater when morning comes, already noting the hoodie you need to remember to pick up, the lone one he left you in his closet. 

But as the first rays of sun peeked through the blinds, sending stripes of sun into the bedroom, you tried not to feel the hard clench of your heart as the bare room came into sight. Despite the snoozing of alarms, the multiple knocks on his door, and the dawn of a new day, you let yourselves have an extra five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. 

Just you and him before it would be you, and it would be him.

Seungcheol called you more than you called him. It was everywhere, even if it was just to say a quick “I love you” before a game, to hear your voice before he went to class, to listen to you complain about an assignment before he had to do his own. 

As resilient as you showed yourself to be, you’d be lying if you said there was a part of you that was afraid of how much faith Seunghceol held for the both of you, but at ease you were with the constant bugging he’d do and the bugging he seemed to appreciate back. 

By Christmastime, he’d texted you his itinerary for the holidays, explaining how he couldn’t spare a second to things like thinking. Most of his list involved spending all day rotting indoors with you. 

As much as Seungcheol had hoped you’d pick a college nearer to him, he was less scared when you finally announced your college decisions close to graduation. The past year had proved a lot, mostly that you both were stronger than the distance. Which is why he was the first to congratulate you when you got into the college of your choice, despite the fact that you’d be even farther away, leaving home in what felt like the opposite direction to him. 

You were scared too, mostly of how Seungcheol would react, but seeing the smile break out on his face when you told him gave you all the reassurance you needed. That summer brought you the best memories of your teenage years, with Seungcheol, preparing for you both to leave. Except this time, the air was less tense, fewer tears shed, fewer solemn goodbyes at airport gates, and less desperation in both of your hearts. A surety that you’d come back to each other. 

Seungcheol was offered a contract with his dream hockey team when you were on the cusp of your final year. He told you nearly two weeks after he received the first email, not believing it until he was pestered to do so by the representative. 

You cried on the phone that night, the ache in your chest unbelievably present as you wished you could hug him at that moment. He denied his own tears, but you knew his glassier-than-normal eyes weren’t just through the camera lens. You told him you were proud, you told him this was only the beginning, that you needed to sit in the bleachers with his jersey on for every game he’ll ever play, that he was about to have an entire career to be proud of soon. 

He let a couple tears slip. 

And when he showed up to your graduation, sitting next to your family, you gave him the biggest hug you could muster from your bones. That year may have been the last you’d have to endure apart, but it was somehow the hardest. 

It was in that moment, when you pulled away to look at his smiling face, that the years registered in your mind. 

You’re fifteen again, seeing Seungcheol for the first time, donning the features he hadn’t grown into yet, the features you hadn’t grown into yet. You have to tiptoe to meet his lips now, see a man where there was once a boy, the deep set of maturity behind his pretty eyes. 

When he drops the last of your boxes into his — your shared apartment, you’re brought to the stark realization that you're going to stay here.

It’s when you’re unpacking your toothbrush, placing it in the cup right next to his that you realize you could do whatever you wanted with each other without having to work around flight schedules. It’s when he’s hobbling around wooden planks and screws in the bedroom, putting together the brand new queen-sized bed to replace his too-small twin, that you realize that you weren’t here for the week, or for the month or for any set amount of time; you were here forever.

At least that’s what you hope as you watch him collapse the last of the cardboard boxes to recycle, shoving in the corner of the entryway, leaving that job for tomorrow. 

By the time you emerge in the living room after a shower, Seungcheol has already begun to unpack the delivery food on the coffee table. It’s an array of delicious smells, slightly soggy food, and mounds of styrofoam and plastic wrap; a feast for your tired, tired bodies. 

The dumplings are amazing, and the warm feeling in your chest expands as you realize you can now order them whenever you like. 

Seungcheol picks out the chopped chilies from his food, migrating them onto your own plate as he talks about his next practice session without interruption. 

A thought occurs to you in that moment as you watch him down his cola. “Hasn’t coach put you on a diet plan?” 

“Yeah,” he says normally. You merely stare at him, not understanding how any of this junk could be any good for his form, especially when you know he’s good about abstaining when it comes to training. 

He smiles at the questioning look on your face, setting down his utensils, “It’s our first meal, in our first home. I think we deserve to share this with each other.” 

A smile breaks out on your face at the thought of this being your first meal, the first of many meals together in this home. Of all the meals you’ll share in every home after this, every day. 

And while Seungcheol finds himself sacrificing his diet to enjoy all of this greasy grub with you, you will also find yourself occasionally sharing his awfully bland chicken breasts and salads. All to share with each other. 

Walking into the bustling restaurant in your uncomfortable shoes and your arm around Seungcheol’s, you’re quick to find the group you’re looking for. 

The noise is a dead giveaway, and you quickly realize they haven’t changed. 

You hear Soonyoung before you see him, his distinct laugh echoing the loudest across the sea of mingling heads. A loud banner hangs at the end of the room with your high school grad year. 

You detach from Seungcheol as he finds his junior friends, and you find yours, taking both Soonyoung and Jiwoo into a bone-crushing hug. It’s been a while since you last saw them. The crowd of familiar faces greets you, making small talk with everyone as they introduce you to their partners and even their children. You’ve grown; all of you have. 

“Seungcheol’s here too. You guys were together in high school, right?” somebody asks you at some point during the night. “He graduated before us, though; wonder who he’s here with.” 

You don’t blame them for assuming, considering both of you have been in your own circles all night. That, added to the obvious assumptions of high school sweethearts, you only laugh a little as you reply with a wider-than-usual smile. 

“Oh, he’s here with me,” 

You go home with a permanent smile stuck to your face, talking more animatedly than usual in the car ride home. Seuncheol mirrors your smile as he listens. 

Your good mood prevails for the rest of the night, even as you slip under the covers, ready to end the night on a happier-than-usual note. Seungcheol is reading his book when you crawl under his arm, head on his chest, and your arm slung across his torso. You feel his lips on the top of your head, the faint sound of his book being placed on the bedside table.  

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asks with one of his own.

You shake your head as you reply, “Nothing. I’m just happy I saw Soonyoung and Jiwoo.”

“I’m glad you saw them too. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You hum in response, suddenly remembering a conversation you had. “You know, Jess asked me who you were there with.” 

“Figures,” he shrugs before laughing a little.“How much did she hesitate before asking you?” 

“Looked like she was holding it in for a little bit. Don’t blame her, though. She probably thought we ended it in epic teenage fashion.” 

He snorts at that, “Probably would’ve if you didn’t talk some sense into me.”

“Probably would’ve if you didn’t trust me like you did,” you crane your neck to look at him. 

“Glad I wasn’t that far gone,” he whispers, a faraway look in his eyes despite looking directly at you. “Haven’t doubted us ever since.”

There’s that warm feeling that spreads throughout your body, an overwhelming feeling of contentment coming over you. There was nothing, nothing, that could convince you to be anywhere else, especially anywhere that wasn’t in his arms. 

“Sometimes…well, a lot of the times, I think about us,” you start. “I thought us hitting six months was enough to tell me I’d be with you forever.” 

He smiles at the thought of high school you, starry-eyed, awkward little kids. He remembers the way you blushed when he kissed you for the first time in front of the whole school, the heat that had risen to his own face at the time. 

“And then we hit a year, and then two years,” you remember every surprise for every anniversary, from when you’d collect your allowance for weeks to get him something he’d like. 

“And then college happened. I tried being so positive, but I had never been more scared for us. I hope we never have to go through something that hard ever again.” You almost sound like a child not wanting to go to the doctor’s office, but with the way you feel yourself tighten your grip around him, you don’t think it’s any different. 

You can feel your eyes begin to well, and your voice begins to shake. It was nearly comical how quickly the smiles were turning into sentimental tears. 

Seungcheol places a kiss on your lips, and you know it was meant to be reassuring, but it only wrenches open the floodgates. The tears begin to make their way down your face, sniffles muffled as you go back to burying your face in his chest, his shirt soaking the wetness. You can feel a rumble in his chest as he laughs at your state. He’s also squeezing up your sides and placing kisses in any place he can reach. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you murmur into his shirt. 

“It’s okay. Today was very reflective,” he reassures, letting you stay hidden. 

“I just—” you sniff. “I just wanna stay happy like this all the time.” 

It’s only then that he guides your stained face away from his shirt to bring you to look at him, wiping the remnants of your tears as you try to keep the fresh ones at bay. “We’ll be happy, even when we’re sad. I can’t not be happy when I know I have you. I love you too much for that.”

“I love you,” you whisper into his lips, arms around his neck as you pull yourself to him, chest to chest. You kiss him properly, pecking him a few times to have your fill. 

And then he’s pulling away, ever so slightly to bring a bare millimeter of gap between your lips. His hands burn where they rest, one on your waist, one on your thigh. He’s breathing hard. Both of you are. 

“I’m gonna say something so not fit for right now,” he breathes.

You can’t help but freeze in his hold as you register his words, hesitating before you ask. “What?”

“Marry me.” 

It comes out as the same whisper, directly into your lips as he utters the words. Like he was keeping a secret from the walls and the furniture, like they were only meant for you; because they were only meant for you. Your heart stops, and you vaguely wonder if you’re breathing at all. 

“I—” he takes a long, shaky breath from his nose. “I was supposed to do this a little differently, but…”

You watch him reach over into his bedside drawer, the one you never touch, and bring out the smallest velvet box. Opening it reveals the prettiest, most delicate diamond you’ve ever seen, the jewel glinting and sparkling even in the dim bedroom lights. 

That’s when you let out a tiny gasp, feeling the tears return, dripping down your face one after the other. “Choi Seuncheol, you bitch.”

You’re sobbing at this point, and it has him sitting up straighter, leaving the box to the side as he lurches for you when you pull away. 

“Wait, fuck, sorry, I thought,” he exhales in frustration, hands trying to pull yours away from your face as you cry into your hands. He sounds desperate. “I got carried away, I don’t know what I was thinking—”

“No, it’s not that,” you finally manage through hiccups. 

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you, I’m just fucking emotional.” 

You hear him laugh again, no doubt out of pure relief, as he nearly doubles over at the situation. 

You’re a little calmer as you continue to sniffle, watching him with a half-disgruntled, half-amused expression, “Put it on, stupid, or do I need to cry again for you to do that.”

You don���t need to tell him twice as he slips the ring on your finger, the perfect fit, the perfect jewel, the perfect ring. 

Bringing him closer, you kiss him again, lips pressed hard on his as you try to communicate every last emotion into it. You’re out of words, and you hope he knows what you're feeling. You know he knows; he always knows. 

He’s reciprocating with the same vigor, arms coming up to wrap around you so tight it pushes you flush against his body. He nips at your lip, running his tongue over it for good measure before letting it enter your mouth. You let him take the lead, let him guide you through every motion, every step forward. 

You’re putty when he pulls off your clothes for you, feeling your heart scream in protest whenever he pulls away to get rid of the obstructions. Your emotions were in a delicate place, and you suddenly couldn’t handle not being able to feel him against you consistently. 

He does well to make it quick, moving back on top of you to occupy your mouth once more. He tries to migrate lower, latching onto your neck to continue his ministrations there, but you don’t let him as you pull his face back to yours again.

“I love you,” you whisper against his mouth before latching onto his lips.

He lets out a low grunt, pulling away for breath as he whispers it back, “I love you more.”

If you won’t let his mouth move, you let his hands do whatever they wish, feeling them move lower against your sides to reach your hips. His thumbs draw circles on them as he slowly moves his hands to where you can feel the arousal grow. 

His fingers hit your bare heat as he plunges them into your folds, encasing your clit between his fingers. He drags them up slowly before moving back down, all the way to your now sopping hole to brush against the opening. 

You sigh against his lips as he pushes his finger in slowly, lips releasing yours as you throw your head back to feel his digit around your walls. He pushes a second one in without hesitation, and you know he’s just as desperate as you right now. 

He’s only two fingers deep, and yet you feel yourself beginning to come undone. He always knew what to do when he wanted to stretch you out faster, always knew what to do when he wanted to draw the pleasure out, keep you writhing for hours. 

Right now was different; it felt like he was holding himself back to the point where it was almost painful. If he wasn’t worried about the stretch, he would’ve buried himself inside you already, and yet, when he feels you clench undeniably hard around his fingers as you orgasm, he feels like he might’ve cum himself. 

His low moans echo off the walls with your louder, more desperate ones, riding out your high as you feel him bring his other hand up to rub your clit in fast circles, making the pleasure last. Coming down from your high, you feel him pause for a moment as he peppers kisses on your face, down your jaw and neck, finally coming to press his lips against yours. 

“You okay?” 

You nod in response, already grasping at his boxers to yank them down. Despite having just orgasmed, the satisfaction is yet to come, needing to feel him inside you before you combusted entirely. 

He helps as he discards himself of the final obstruction, letting you stroke his painfully hard member in your hands. The face he makes is heavenly as you watch him feel your hands wrapped around him. The impatience takes over as he finally removes your hands, instead pinning them beside your head as he guides himself to your entrance. 

Seungcheol goes back to planting himself onto you entirely, knowing exactly what you wanted from him, needing to feel him against you so flush and tight. He lets you wrap your hands around his neck as he finally begins to push himself into you, letting his tip graze the beginning of your entrance. 

He breathes into your neck in deep, deep exhales, trying so hard not to cum before he’s even entered you entirely. He takes his time pushing into you, focusing on your fingers as they play with his hair, your palms running down his shoulder blades in a pathway. He closes his eyes as he sheaths himself in you completely, continuing his steady breaths to not come undone before you. 

He begins to move when he feels like he’s gotten a hold of his bearings, feeling you hold onto him as he starts thrusting into your cunt. The sounds you make are bliss; the feeling of every inch of your skin on his is making him lose his already lost mind. 

Your arms drop when they can’t hold onto him any longer, your hands remaining on him regardless, in some way or the other. Seungcheol takes hold of your hand, emerging from the crook of your neck to bring it to his mouth. He kisses it, your palms, the back of your hand, your fingers, directly over the rock he slipped on you himself. 

The tenderness of his actions makes your brain rattle against your skull, the building feeling in your abdomen coming so close to collapsing into release. You find yourself pushing yourself up on your elbows, face finding the crook of his shoulder as you push yourself back into him when pulled back in the slightest. 

You’re so close now, so, so close. “Cheol,”

“I know, darling. Cum for me, baby, I’ve got you, I’ve always got you.”

You release to the sound of his voice, the words that tumble from his desperate mouth, the feeling of his own cum shooting inside your spent walls. He continues to thrust into you as you both let out the loudest moans of the night, letting yourself get wrapped up in the feeling of each other before you lose your peak. 

You register nothing as you feel him drop his weight on top of you, letting the moment pass. 

Despite having had nights rougher, more lengthy than this, you somehow feel more spent than you have at the end of any of those escapades. The answer comes to you in the few minutes it takes for you both to catch your breath, Cheol being just as fatigued as you despite his athlete stamina. 

You feel him continue to press his lips onto your skin, letting you do the same to him in between kisses. Neither of you speak for another few minutes, letting the heaviness of your hearts come forth in the showers of love you seem to want to give each other. 

He’s grasping your left hand, toying with the ring fitted there. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” 

A picture of the both of you hangs on the wall in your bedroom, dim yet decipherable in the low lights. There’s a moment where you have a flash of that same photo on multiple different walls. Different shades of neutral, in different rooms in different houses. It’s the same picture. 

You think of what forever might hold for the both of you, separately and together. You let the prospect of every step, every change, and every milestone wash over you in waves that keep coming, crashing back to feed into another. 

Change, you rehearse. There had been lots of it, and yet you had merely scratched the surface of what life was about to throw at you. You knew that, Seungcheol knew that. But you found yourself, in that moment, convinced in entirety that change is good, whether it feels good or bad. 

Distance makes the heart grow fonder; you didn't realize the meaning of the phrase until you had to live apart from the love of your life. Painful, difficult, sometimes agonizing, yet also necessary, you conclude. You wonder if your love would ever have grown this deep if you hadn’t felt life without each other. 

You think of how far you’ve come, how you’ve grown with each other. There was an encompassing of gratefulness that came with every step you had taken, and with every step you would take henceforth, you knew that for certain. 

Perhaps you would find yourself voicing these emotional thoughts to him, but not now. The unspoken was louder than anything you could say. 

“I can’t wait to spend forever with you, too.”

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[robinbuckleysfringe]

paper rings.

a joseph quinn social media au

pairings: joseph quinn x keery!reader

warnings: pronouns for reader vary between she & they, I've tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible even tho I do use female faceclaims

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | masterlist

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joekeery why'd you have to crop half my face out like that

> yninstagram to make room for nat's face, obvs

> joekeery so you're saying you love her more than me???

> yninstagram of course, duh 🙄. you should know this by now

maya_hawke reunited bby!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

> yninstagram missed youuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

madelyncline not you trying to crop joe out the picture 💀

> yninstagram there's already too much joe content on my page, the people need more nat

josephquinn very excited to join the upside down with you all!!

> yninstagram aw joe!! we're so happy to have you join our stranger things family 🫶🏻

madisonbaileybabe the 80s look great on you but I miss our beach vibes 😭🫶🏻

> yninstagram thanks hun!! I miss filming with you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

rudeth not you finally posting

> yninstagram as if you're online more than I am

rachelzegler don't die this season pls

> yninstagram I can't make any promises 😭😭😭

> user Y/N WHAT DOES THIS MEAN????

user obsessed with these bts pics!!!

user ahhhh, so excited for this season!!!

user omg they finally posted!!!

user love of my life. cannot wait to have you back on my screen!!!

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rachelzegler it was amazing to have you at the premiere angel 😇💕

> yninstagram love youuuu and everything you do ever 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕

> rachelzegler love youuu bby ❤️

madelyncline you always understand the assignment with the outfit

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> yninstagram thanks bby 🫶🏻💕

joekeery it's criminal that you didn't invite me smh 😤

> yninstagram excuse me?? we're literally going to see it this weekend??

> maya_hawke do our plans not matter to you joe?? :((

josephquinn so this is why you weren't on set this week 👀

> yninstagram oops, did ya miss me? 😂

> josephquinn course not

sadiesink OMG SLAY!! 😍😍😍

user the fit is everything omg!!!

user now y/n is a person who would 100% understand the met gala themes every year

user omg pls tell me you've got a small cameo in the movie!! that would be everything!!

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yninstagram can't keep a secret to save my life, so if you heard about this beforehand- no you fucking didn't 🫶🏻

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joekeery proud of you!!!

> yninstagram thank you

> joekeery tho I will say I'm gonna take some credit for your success because I ran all your audition lines with you

> yninstagram 😡🖕🏻

florencepugh dream come true to work with you!! 💜

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> yninstagram thanks spoiler man

> tomholland2013 heyy, uncalled for!!

> yninstagram shouldn't have spoiled your movie for me then 😤

> tomholland2013 I'm sorry :((

hichasestokes congrats on being booked and busy. idk how you do it 🐝

> yninstagram i love all these projects, but really I just wanna nap

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> yninstagram someone sounds jelly lol. sucks to be you I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

josephquinn not you posting this like you didn't tell me on set 2 days ago. congrats tho, you deserve it :))

> yninstagram thanks joe 🫶🏻

> josephquinn also can you give me my guitar back now? please. I need to practice

> yninstagram you'll have to find me first haha 🤪

> nattyiceofficial they're in their trailer

> charlie.r.heaton just follow the sound of pure chaos and you'll find them 😂

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I'm aiming for this little series to have about 6 parts to it, like my tom blyth one. but feel free to comment anything you'd like to read/see in this (or any future) social media aus 🩷

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To All of the Boys I Loved Before

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Summary: you have always fantasized about finding the one but never knew who that one would be. You wrote about your love in letters and spilling your feelings for whom ever your one may be. What happens when one of those letters get sent?

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“Y/n Taylor!”- Katie (your sister)

You bounced out of bed from your sister yelling out for you from the kitchen downstairs. It was the first day of junior year. You weren’t as nervous as you thought you would be. You were going into junior with a great best friend and the courage to try out for the cheerleading squad again and hopefully get in for the second time.

You quickly brushed your teeth and did your hair and subtle but cute makeup. You then quickly changed into your first day of school outfit.

“Y/N!”- Katie

“Coming!”- you

God she’s so annoying

You grabbed your school bag and headed downstairs.

“Let’s go.”- you

Katie grabbed her helmet.

“Why do you have that?”- you

“Because you’re driving.”- Katie

You rolled your eyes

“Get in the car.”- you

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The hall was filled with squeals and laughter from friends not seeing each other for so long over the hot summer break. There was chatter and even new gossip just from being in school for not even ten minutes. The air was cold from the ac and backpacks slightly hitting you trying to make your way through the crowds to get to your locker.

“Y/n!”- Alexa

“Alexa!”- you

Alexa ran up to you and gave you a big hug.

“I know we saw each other yesterday but it feels like we haven’t seen each in years.”- Alexa laughs

“I know right!”- you

You unlock your locker and put away some notebooks that probably won’t be used since you have five others in your bag.

“So, tyler hooked up with jade over the summer and now jade is ghosting him. You should have seen the look tyler gave her in the hall just now.”- Alexa

You laugh

“Heads up!”- Joe

A football lands right near you and almost hit your head.

Joe runs over.

“I am so sorry, y/n. Are you ok?”- joe

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”- you

Joe smiles

Is his smile always so perfect?

He grabs the football from next to you.

“Sorry about that, again. How wa-”- joe

“YO, Burrow!”- tyler

Joe turns around and gives tyler a bro hug.

“We got to go check out the new locker room.”- tyler

“Oh ok.”- Joe

He looks back me.

“See you later, y/n.”- joe waves bye

I give him a small wave.

Alexa stands there like she’s just seen her celebrity crush Justin Bieber.

“What?”- you

“You-you, just talked to THE Joe Burrow.”- Alexa

“So, I have know him since sixth grade which is a little bit longer than I have known you!”- you laugh

“Ok, but he’s the hottest guy in school even though he is taken.”- Alexa rolls her eyes

Joe is dating one of the cheerleaders. Her name is Ellie. She is the kind of girl who has beautiful long blonde hair and whenever she flicks her hair out of her face it makes everyone stop in there tracks and think she has been sent form heaven, but in reality she is rude and selfish and only thinks about her social status and if her instagram followers have gone up. She doesn’t care about Joe. You can tell.

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(Later)

“So, anyone you think is cute? Tyler looks like he’s off the market.”- Alexa

We were hanging out in my room. Alexa was sitting on my bean bag while I was on my bed writing down my homework.

“No, he’s not my type.”- you

“Good, because I wanted him.”- Alexa

We both started laughing.

“Do you ever wished you had a boyfriend?”- Alexa

“Sometimes. Why?”- you

“Just you never dated anyone and when I start to date tyler we could have double dates.”- Alexa

“Seriously you have an obsession with that guy. But I’m focused on school.”- you

“Ok, whatever you say!”- Alexa

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MY NEW SERIES!!!

Hope y’all love!! Plz send me ideas or anything for It! it’s based of off the movie!

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do you write any rpf, like on Ao3? I’m new so idk if you’ve posted about it or not but IM LITERALLY OBSESSED with your answers to any anon ask. I would read a whole ten page essay from you about joemarr and im not joking. anyways, i love anything you post!!

hiiiiii loveeeee, thank you for liking my thoughts on joemarr!!! kind of self conscious abt it honestly bc im drawing up conclusions abt them technically without any basis but yeah 😭❤️ (also english is very much not my first language so i struggle to word things so saying you'd read a 10 page essay from me is very <33333)

i have written and posted 1 (one) fic and its a ja'marr gets nipple piercings fic lmaooo and opposite to the way it sounds it's not even horny or even tender horny its just like full of love and devotion ahaha no but really don't expect much please

some extra under the cut wkwkwk

SORRY BUT im taking advantage of this ask to add a whole unfinished 2k- jumble of another fic i was working on but probably won't finish bc the lack of full understanding of how contract and free agency works and like refusal to actually research shit bc i get stupid sad thinking about it so:

Joe stares down the stretch of the field, Ja’Marr standing by the rest of the receivers laughing as Chuck and Andrei try to playfully (....maybe) murder each other via sumo wrestling moves that are definitely not regulation. He’s just wearing tights today for bottoms–so the delicious tautness of his thighs are free for Joe to gaze hungrily at. Truck, 30 yards in front of him very patiently waiting to catch his warm-up throws, has cleared his throat three times in the past 45 minutes for Joe to tear his eyes away from Ja’Marr Chase and throw the damn ball.

It’s torture. It’s love, devotion.

It’s disgusting levels of Down Bad.

(joe gets introspective throughout practice post ravens lost yada yada they go back home, joe invites jamarr for sudden cheat day meal at like 2 am)

Ja’Marr shows up in his front door bleary eyed and sleep rumpled. He’s decked in thick flannel pajama pants that absolutely do not look cheap, dark grey geaux tigers hoodie with purple LSU letters that clashes with the red of his pants, last season’s bengals beanie that also clashes with the rest of his outfit colors, and gucci slides…that also clash with the rest of the outfit. It’s a mismatched sort of vulnerability that twists up Joe’s insides. Here’s his north star wrapped up in all the things Joe cherishes.

Ja’Marr turns up his nose when he finally finishes yawning right at Joe’s face and notices Joe with his raised eyebrow looking up and down amusedly at his outfit.

“Shut up,” he says. “It’s a 2 am non-party night. Like hell I’m dressing up pretty for you.”

Ja’Marr’s always pretty to Joe, but that’s fine.

“I didn’t say anything.” Joe replies back, moving to the side so Ja’Marr can drag his feet inside the threshold, “I don’t judge you for your fashion taste.”

Joe cleverly dodges the foot being kicked back to his side. Amazing reflexes, of course.

“Where’s this hearty meal you promised me?” Ja’Marr just talks loudly over the dig Joe makes at him.

“On its way. DoorDash says it’s 7 minutes out.”

“Did you get extra cream soup?”

“Yeah, of course.”

(yada yada some banter some cute shit wanted to describe them sitting in joes billion dollar custom renovated kitchen that i would stress out is 'modern and kitschy' with different shades of pink for accents)

He’s been making insane catch-and-runs, Joe reflects. Offers to his agent would be stacking up starting next year, his last year in his contract with Cincinnati.

“It would be easier.” Joe says, throat cramping. “If you want to trade.”

Ja’Marr’s hands stutter and his stupid little butter knife clatters to the table.

“What?”

Joe darts his eyes to the other man, a millisecond glance and he’s gazing back to his ice cream. The receiver’s voice had been harsh, choked up in surprise. Joe feels his insides curdle even worse.

“Just–” he starts, a mess of thoughts jumbled in his head, “if you wanted to. I would understand. Your stats are amazing. If Duke’s still gunning to be an idiot and wait for your contract to dry up before resigning, you can��”

Here he pauses. Saying things makes it real. Saying they’re not a championship level team made him want to gouge his eyes out. Saying how Ja’Marr could leave him would possibly end his life as he knows it.

But Ja’Marr deserves to know Joe won’t hold him back. He refuses to. So:

“If you want, you can sign up for free agency. Next season.”

Well.

Ja’Marr’s face is heartbreaking to see. Joe feels the corner of his mouth drag down, his eyes are fucking burning, his throat is closing up, his hands are clammy, his ears are ringing, his neck is cold but his head is on fire.

“Do you–” Ja’Marr starts, but his voice is cracking, so he has to start over again. He’s scrunching his eyes shut and his mouth is quivering and Joe feels like he’s clumped up dirt under a needlessly expensive boot. 

Twice this season now he’s caused Ja’Marr to look like this. At least this time he’s not pushing him physically, but with the way Ja’Marr’s trembling all over this might just be worse. God, Joe can’t even blame being in Kansas City for this. This time, Ja’Marr isn’t hiding from the thousands of eyes scrutinizing him from the bleachers, from across the field, from the houses of unknown fans through LED screens. The agony is clear in the widening of his eyes and the curl of his mouth and the crack of his voice. 

“Do you not want me?”

Just the barest whisper like Ja’Marr’s vocal cords has up and left. Joe feels insane thinking of the heart-clenching anymore? Ja’Marr doesnt say.

Joe’s mouth falls open but no sound comes out. There isn’t a single universe in the hypothetical collection of potentially diverse multiverses Joe believes in, that a Joe Burrow wouldn’t want Ja’Marr Chase to stay by his side. But would saying this to the other be right? 

He takes too long to answer. Ja’Marr’s face shuts down, going cold.

“Wow, okay, fuck you.”

Joe flinches back at the viciousness of the curse. He has never once in his life been the direct recipient of Ja’Marr’s brand of tiger claws defense, teeth sharp, no mercy. 

“I cannot believe you. I thought we were fine now! We’re on the same page again! I leave that contract bullshit behind, you fixed your anxiety over your wrist, but, what, another fucking shitty pick and you don’t think I got it anymore? Fucking free agency, shut your stupid fucking mouth, Joe Burrow, before I do something I regret.”

Joe’s hands automatically flashes to settle the plates rattling when Ja’Marr abruptly stands up and slams his hands to the table. He’s looking up at him now, still sitting down on the bright pink stool in his billion dollar kitschy kitchen with Ja’Marr Chase looming over him in fury.

“I followed you here! To fucking Ohio. I hated the idea of even stepping foot in this state before I fell in love with this fucking city! I did it because of you! I have said multiple fucking times that I’m not leaving you. I said to the fucking media that you were like a god to me, are you fucking kidding me? I bullshitted my way through all those disgusting interviews trying not to say the wrong thing and still having people say I’m stalking you or some shit because I can’t help word-vomitting over you! I have been this fucking close–” 

Ja’Marr shoots his right hand up right in the space between them, pressing his thumb and pointer finger so close the skin whitens.

“–to saying to fucking Hobs that I’m ass over tits in love with you! And now you’re telling me it’ll be alright if I leave? That it'll be easier? Just because, what, this stingy ass poverty franchise doesn’t know how to handle its players unless they’re you? That we keep losing even when you throw fucking bullets and I run across the entire fucking field from endzone to the endzone for 60 points? Joe Lee Burrow, I swear if I loved you less I would kill you.”

Ja’Marr finishes his rant with another slam on the table like he needs one more outlet for his anger. He’s heaving breaths, tears running down his cheeks (god, no), face all twisted up. Through Joe’s frozen state, he could see Ja’Marr’s face pale rapidly as he fully realizes what he’s said. Mouth always running a full minute over his brain.

God.

Joe stands wobbly quick when Ja’Marr stumbles around the table towards the kitchen doors.

For all that Joe unashamedly lies over how fast he is–(’i am fast, ja’marr. I can outrun you.’ ‘be so for real right now.’)–he can never outpace Ja’Marr. But for this one thing–this one thing–Joe slams against a blurring Ja’Marr and uses the momentum and extra inches and pounds he’s got over the man to cage him against the nearby fridge.

Ja’Marr yelps as his back rattles against the fridge doors, magnets and receipts and photos and post-it notes not trapped between him and the door fall to the floor. One of those brightly colored humanoid magnets slam against Joe’s left toe. A polaroid of Joe and his Mom somehow balances perfectly right on top of Ja’Marr’s head before fluttering away when Ja’Marr shakes his head in furious disbelief. His beanie had fumbled off his head in the initial tackle, lying on the ground right next to Joe’s right foot. 

Joe’s left hand is pinning his man’s right shoulder against the fridge door, hips flushed against him, a leg between his thighs, right arm tucked against the side of Ja’Marr’s waist, face right up against each other like every other overly enthusiastic helmet slam in the field after a ridiculous yard run–but there’s no helmet this time, and there’s no reason for Joe to hide how his eyes slide down the length of Ja’Marr’s face to his lips, letting his gaze linger deliberately long.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Ja’Marr blusters, cheeks going deep red, eyes pinballing widely over Joe’s own features (to his lips even! how exciting.), hands curling on each of Joe’s elbows with his nails biting down through the thick fabric of his sweatshirt over his skin. “What, are you going to hit me? Break my heart? You already did, asswipe, no need to be an annoying overachiever this time! Get off of me, I swear–”

“I don’t want you to go. I never want you to leave. Ever.” Joe cuts him off brutally. Let this be the firmest truth he’s ever said in his life. “I asked you to come here. I always want to play football with you. I always want random midnight DoorDash dinners with you. You keep saying insane shit about me in interviews, have you heard me talk about you? The last KC presser I had to hold back saying I hurt you in front of 50 people sitting down with their laptops open looking at me like I’m a bug to study. I have never been normal about you. You drive me insane, stop staring at me with those cow eyes. Who the fuck lies about dressing their friends up in magazine interviews? And that fucking photoshoot! Were you planning on killing me? Tee sends me your Instagram training pics from back in May like once a week to torture me! I nearly blocked his ass, Ja’Marr, shut up.”

(like. i want the speech to be more?? idk more emotional in the confessional aspect but alas i don't know how to write shit out)

Ja’Marr looks back at him wide-eyed. He hasn’t really said anything throughout Joe’s turn of ranting, but even so Joe needs him to shut up, genuinely. This beautiful, beautiful man doesn’t know Joe loves him. Stupid. Stupid.

“Ja’Marr.” Joe says, low and hoarse. He slides his hands up to cup at his cheeks now that Ja’Marr isn’t pushing his weight back at him. The wetness of his cheeks from his previous tears seeps into Joe’s skin. “I love you.”

“Oh, wow.” Ja’Marr just says back, hoarse and dumb. This man, Joe swears.

Whatever.

Joe kisses him hard and gets dizzy with it. Ja’Marr chokes in surprise, but gets with the program quick enough.

The side of his nose presses against Ja’Marr’s, he’s biting at his bottom lips, his lashes brush against the cold wetness of his cheeks, his hands press hard against the side of Ja’Marr’s neck and he feels like he can count each heartbeat against the tender skin of his wrists pasted to Ja’Marr’s jugular.

“Hi,” he murmurs over his man’s lips, heart feeling so fucking full.

Ja’Marr laughs against his lips incredulously, eyes screwed shut and lips stretched stupid wide. The prettiest thing Joe’s ever seen in his life. Insanely, he feels that if he were to play all 12 games of the season left this morning right after separating himself from Ja’Marr, he’d throw over 300 yards each. Things love could fuel you to do–winning a championship of a sport he’s thrown his entire heart in, with a man who’s gripped it tight since he knew how to throw it to him too.

“Dumbass,” Ja’Marr murmurs back, nudging his nose to Joe’s for the softest nose kiss Joe has ever experienced, “hi to you too.”

ok bye

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jess Piper at The View from Rural Missouri:

Tysons, Virginia. Wasting time waiting for my Uber and my late flight out after speaking at an event the night before. I was in the lobby of the fanciest hotel I’ve ever stayed in — The Watermark. I sat in the lobby workstation watching a breathtakingly beautiful young woman take professional photos for her new career and trying to hide my excitement each time she came out in a new outfit. The photographer showed her each pose and then the young woman would imitate her. Sometimes with a laptop or a book in her lap. She is going to have a beautiful LinkedIn profile. I was invited to speak at a summit just outside of DC, and just got back a week ago. The Women’s Summit is a large annual conference hosted in part by Network Nova. I have to tell you something: the message from rural America never fails to captivate an audience. Especially an audience filled with activists in a solidly Democratic city and region.

But I am not writing to tell you what I spoke about. I am writing to tell you what I heard when I listened to the voters and activists in the room. What you’ll hear me say is not at all what the pundits are saying about Biden after the disastrous debate. It is the opposite of the narrative being furiously flung at us each day by everyone from MSNBC to CNN to the New York Times to the nightly news to opinion pieces across the country. I speak to actual people…the pundits feed off each other. I work with grassroots organizers to spread Democratic messaging…the pundits write clickbait headlines and stoke fear.

The debate. First of all, I did not watch but a few minutes of the debate live. I chose to watch it in clips and videos afterward. I was horrified. I felt like I was watching a trainwreck in slow motion. Biden performed terribly and Trump lied continuously.

[...] The voters and activists I listened to in Virginia weren’t wondering if Biden should step aside and none of them were kidding themselves about what they witnessed during the debate. They are solidly behind the Biden administration. Solidly. The summit in Virginia was diverse. Hundreds of women gathered and many were Black women. I like to hear the viewpoints of folks who are neither rural nor white — I am not in enough diverse rooms. I get a different POV and that’s important. What I heard was real and heartfelt. They are behind Biden.

I listened as several Black women spoke about their admiration for Gavin Newsom and Gretchen Whitmer, but how pundits holding them up as replacements for Joe Biden is condescending and irritating. Joe Biden has a Vice President. A Black woman — Kamala Harris. The women wondered aloud if there would be such a push to replace Biden on the ballot if his VP were not Black. Same. They wondered why journalists and politicos demand that Biden step down, but not Trump. They wondered why so many articles are being written about Biden’s age and fitness, but not the same about Trump. They wondered why Democratic strategists are making voters fearful instead of leading with a steady hand. They wondered why Biden is taking all the hits while a felon with a rape conviction, his opponent, is not even addressed.

Same. The biggest takeaway from the folks outside DC is they are angry that the “same shit” that happened in 2016 is rearing its head again. Several stated they are tired of the line “The DNC chose Biden.” They reminded me that primary voters picked him…Black voters picked him. They are sick of repeating it. These voters and activists did not waver when they repeated over and over again that they have no hesitation in voting for Biden in November.

Jess Piper sums it up perfectly: the pundit class is obsessed with Biden withdrawing, while the rank-and-file base are solidly behind Biden.

[i-love-def-leppard]

Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!

🫶🏻 i-love-def-leppard

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.

Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.

Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.

“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”

He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,

“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”

Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”

“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.

“Sav!!”

You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,

“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”

Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.

“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.

“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.

“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.

“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”

Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.

His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.

“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.

“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”

Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.

“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.

“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”

Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.

“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”

“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”

“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.

“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.

“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.

“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.

Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.

Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.

It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.

Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.

Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.

Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.

You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.

Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.

My boys.

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THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

[horsemeatluvr23]

Weighted blanket anon is here once again to share with you…. some headcanons !

- Cleo, being a zombie, can’t taste or smell very well. They use this to their advantage by eating the most horrific things in front of others to watch peoples reactions. She thinks it’s hilarious, everyone else thinks it’s disgusting.

- Bdubs actually used to have really bad insomnia. He’s now the only one on the server with a sleep schedule.

- The hermits like to dress up, a lot. Doc has been caught wearing short pink sparkly dresses that are downright whoreish on multiple occasions. He’s always excited to get to show off his outfits without judgement and have fun with his friends wearing similar things.

- Joe can speak so many languages.

- Etho’s a pyromaniac.

- The collective love language of the hermits is threats and/or outright murder. Respawns are pretty easy on most of them.

- The life series is a voluntary game for some hermits and other friends to get out all their murderous wants and needs. However sometimes they get a little too into it and need to be reminded afterwards that it was a fun, voluntary thing. And usually it is really fun! They love it. They get to murder their friends!

- Cub has made Scar many custom wheelchairs, canes, braces and elytras to help him out.

I DIDN'T SEE THIS IN MY ASK BOX OMG HAIIII !!!

Joe can speak Every language .... i want him to be able to speak thousands of dead languages n he gets so excited when he can practice an uncommon language hehehehe (i say this specifically because i want him to speak the northern welsh dialect. that would be so beautiful to me)

cub making mobility aids !!!!! i am obsessed w that actually i use a cane to walk n i keep getting freaking blisters on my hands because i put so much pressure on the handle for support n i have been considering designing my own handle... cub would make scar's beautiful artistic designs into functioning aids <3

[dat2ndaccount97]

My Barbie finally gets her Buzzcut:

Recently I put up a Poll asking whether or not I should cut off my 2nd hand Dentist Barbie's hair, as I wanted to give a doll a buzzcut and she was the only one I was ok of doing this with. The twitter poll ended with "No don't" winning (by a tie breaker vote), while the tumblr Poll which just finished, ended with "Hack her hair off" winning.

However two hours before the poll ended, seeing how the cut her hair option was gonna win anyways, I ended up giving her said buzzcut as I was getting impatient. I liked how it came out. I ended up this dressing her in the outfit one of my Gi Joes was wearing, and added some boots to it (also with the Before picture for comparison

I am obsessing over the look here. I think I'm gonna have her be gender fluid, so she can wear girl clothes and guy clothes. Also she got a girlfriend and they look so god damn cute together. Definitely putting these two in this year's pride photoshoot.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Hi! I have not sent anything in before, but hello you’re one of my fav Skz/Ateez writers and kpop Astro babes on Tumblr ✨🖤

So… I saw your ‘Biggest Fuckboi Placements...In My Opinion.’ Reply and I’m just sitting here like

👁️👄👁️

Aqua Sun + Mercury

Scorpio Moon

Leo Mars + Asc

Sag Venus + Jupiter

Is it me? Am I the drama?

But on a real note I think I definitely was more of a fucko when I was younger. Im a cis woman btw(I think cultural and societal expectations and teachings have an influence and part to play with all this so gender can definitely play a role here) but I’m later in my 20s now so I think maybe we grow and learn that those things aren’t fulfilling. (Tho I am still like high drive and energy blah blah I’m not gonna get into that 🫢) I’m atp where I’m like nah I want a mf RELATIONSHIP with one person and want them to be a lil obsessed w me(and me with them), but not in a toxic way. (My bias is Chan and his “red flags” are like not really that red to me if that explains anything. And the whole him being intense in a relationship, my ass is like: ok ya duh that’s perfect. Probs bc I’m also intense?)

Annnyyywwaaayyyss, I’m obsessed with your mommy fics 😭 My fav Mommy energy men are Seonghwa and Lee Know. I mean 😮‍💨 Hotel Del Luna Lee Know and Deja Vu Hwa??? I’m a puddle on the floor.

I hope you have a lovely day/night and Ateez cb! And thank you for your services. I hope both sides of your pillow are cold. I appreciate everything you do on here and you’re amazing, wonderful, and fabulous pls never stop 😉

(Do you have a 🖤 anon?)

Hi!! I don't have a 🖤 anon, would you like to take that emoji?

Wow, your natal chart is powerful omg.

You must look absolutely gorgeous and have such pretty hair!

Yes, you are the absolute drama.

So many dramatic placements haha.

I'm a cis women too and I definitely feel it has a huge impact on relationships and connection as well.

Your Scorpio Moon is probably the influence in seeking a long-term relationship and connection, regardless of astrology though.

I feel like you can only go for so long with being a fucko (hilarious term, btw) before the adrenaline wears off from all the chasing and back and forth.

Although, I'm not sure though because I know men in their 30s who are still fuckbois and wanting to live the 'peter pan' lifestyle.

It's like that tik tok sound,

'Ding dong ditch...you're 36!'.

Yeah, I think if you are going to want a man who's 'intense' and 'obsessive' than you gotta accept the Joe Goldberg red flags that might come with it.

Thank you for the praise, I love Mommy!Lee Know and yes, I just remembered Hotel Del Luna and he did have such Mommy energy when he was in that outfit.

What is your fave Mommy fic of mine?

I'm blushing at the praise and pillow comment right now, my heart is *AHHH* it's like pounding from those old cartoons.

Thank you my love,

[wrestlezon]

aew dynamite 2/8/23 liveblog containment zone

wrestling!!

ooo starting it off with mjf new jacket. put that on the list of mjf outfits oh hes fighting takeshita right, its all coming back to me omg he got black and pink briefs too

[ mjf vs takeshita ]

takeshita dont fall for the handshake!! HE FELL FOR IT NOOO its cool seeing a rare MJF Match™ hes doing all the bits. ref shield im anti-spraytan. come on dude just dont have it wow the crowd is loud. what are they saying? lets go nashville nashville sucks??? BITING... unhinged takeshita is cool. im a little mad i got the uh. wrong ddt tickets for march though -_- ok i lied im pretty mad. im obsessed with how mad i am. im not going to get over it forever what a good bit that lead into the deadlift german suplex. takeshita is soooooo strong mjf so smug. your hubris!! ok im gonna need to see that midair corner flip thing again. what the. how did he end up on his feet so smoothly and nonchalantly hes doing a lot of this "psyche!!! IM FINE ACTUALLY!!!!!" stuff. its fun i like it. ARMBAR!!!!!!! BITING i think mjf is a good wrestler. i like to see him wrestle, which is rarely, because he rarely wrestles. takeshita bare knee attack. rolled ref shield part TWO his knee attack is silly looking im sorry aha! knee damage revenge!!! unless hes doing some sort of pretending-to-sell thing like how hes been doing this whole time ok takeshitas powerbomb thing ruled senton!! i am so scared every time i see one ok thrusting armbar? real mad he lost to garcia in the tumblr babygirl tournament huh

lmfao the catcall from the crowd when he put away his ring oh! its danielson omg takeshita bladed from the ring??? hes all blooded now LMAO NOO THE CAMERA CAUGHT THE BLADEPASS...

[ samoa joe video promo ]

samoa joe is just like "im gonna beat you up wardlow" joe i have to say thank you for giving wardlow a haircut

[ the bunny vs jamie hayter ]

the bunny!! she had a big match a while ago she had to cancel due to illness or injury, right? itll be cool to see this match hayter's hair buns look cool. theyre like lil animal ears. nekomimi ringrope leg choke :)c what is britt baker doing with this gatorade sign. advertisement? LMAO "how did u like that jamie" taking turns doing apron combat ohhhhhh thats a hayterade sign i get it now oof the bunny had hayter land right on her face huh that ended fast... <:( i hope shes good

[ backstage with saraya and toni storm ]

dang saraya pulling out the babygirl nice ok thats like 4 babygirls in short succession. cmon dont wear it out ladies youre gonna need to learn how to spraypaint Ls if youre gonna make this your thing. distance and speed im just being a hater u_u they will have to win me over from square one

[ backstage with mjf ]

hey nice its an mjf interview lmao ok the blood on the armwraps buddy? sick and twisted mjf hes damp. hes talking about picking up girls in his car but im kinda distracted by how he kinda looks like wolverine with his hair and beard where is this going mjf oh i see. he is telling a story about how he is a real scumbag badguy, criminal style im sorry hold on im not doing my part as an audience member and believing his fake story. give me a second to internalize it

[ ricky starks vs the JAS gauntlet ]

oh he has to fight all of them in succession? that would explain why this angelo parker match was short i dont know if they explained it on commentary i was still trying to suspend my disbelief enough to be angered at mjf's story about being evil and unforgivable matt menard got mopped up i love garcia :) i dont love sammy guevara but hes making garcia suffer and i can appreciate that part nooo i love rickys spear dont counter it with a headlock. garciaaaaaaa whoa stood up into big powerbomb. ricky is so strong i will say this every time someone slowly lifts another person up. sorry wait what the hell??? why do they have to do this to ricky. god

[ backstage with the acclaimed ]

bowens a little somber here

[ backstage with danielson and takeshita ]

uh oh. they locked him in is danielson gonna walk out with door fragments because thatd be cool his. tracksuit we've reached critical babygirl calls tonight. no more babygirl. dont ruin babygirl for me oh he just shouldered down the door regular style. thats fine too aubrey you could count slower. whats mjf gonna do? enroll in referee school and come back in time to count him out??? danielson appeared that was a really loud chair dropkick oh no hes blee-- DONT LICK THAT AUGH THANK YOU AUBREY blood on da camera lens its hard to pay attention to this match between the action and also the active commentary i can only ever pay attention to one at a time omg that tumble off the apron rush stop taking a shower during your matches lmfao mjf and taz are just chit chatting right now mjf is in casual chat mode its funny. hes not doing his mjf voice as much danielson looks sooooo red and pink right now. wild. good color what a match

oh mjf is so mad hes fighting off all the security!! good. nice

[ backstage with the uh. impractical jokers ]

i hate the impractical jokers btw. i cant handle that much secondhand embarrassment. so i am not enjoying this crossover i am enjoying the distant match happening in the background i didnt have time to get lunch before dynamite and my friend had connection issues during so we're just barely behind enough to skipping through the commercial breaks. im so hungry

[ ar fox + top flight vs the elite ]

wait is this the main event. this is going to be a hella long match dante with the verticality the three flipmasters are here and theyre fighting against the young bucks, also flipmasters. i dont think kenny is a flipmaster? but he sure can wrestle ive been informed that the acclaimed match also exists. im sorry acclaimed i forgot. to be fair im just afraid of them losing the belts lmao ar fox following through to senton on nick(?) back to back jumping outta the ring attacks those kinds of corner backflipping slams, i never know who is the one taking the brunt of the damage there HOW does dante just gain altitude while being horizontal matt jackson with the triple pin god lmao YES top flight teamwork moves :)c and then the elite win. well it wasnt gonna turn out any other way

[ hook video promo ]

this is an extremely quiet video oh its just a "hook is a cool guy" video

[ stokely backstage ]

hes mad at hook!? LMAO HOOK ok i get it. i like this

[ main event time! acclaimed vs gunn club ]

wow we caught up to live yo listen the gunns are in so much glitter right now lmao excalibur criticizing himself during pip... schiavone is right youll get another chance to pronounce picture in picture king i am zoned into this match. or zoned out of it. no reports man bowens really getting into it time for everyone to just lie down for a bit OH NO!!!!!!! THE REF GASP!!!!!!!!! BILLY GUNN OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no way billy goes back to them. they hit him with a belt yeah!!! kill them acclaimed!!!!!! slow count ref debuff NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ?????????????????????????????????????????????????

billy gunn holding bowens' hand............

[the-invisible-queer]

when you get a chance, can you post up the outfits you give your Sim!Jonases? What does their formal wear, pjs, etc, look like? Do you go from a specific look that they've had, or something based on their vibe?

I only took screenshots of the outfits I liked. No PJs. Also made these so long ago I gotta update their fits because I've gotten new packs.

Didn't include Dani abd Kev's girls because I'm not proud of those Sims.

I didn't make Joe, Nick, or Pri's faces. But I did make everyone else.

Their fits are based on vibes and what looked good on them.

The family portraits:

Yes Joe and I have a dog (Bandit) and cat (Garfield).

Kevin:

Joe:

He's got so many fits because I play with him most obvs.

I included KJ and my Simself.

I am obsessed with KJ. He's my favorite Sim of all time.

Kevin Jonas Jonas you will always be famous.

Nick:

Pri & Malti:

Franklin:

If you want me to upload them to the gallery let ne know!

[mindy-redcott]

I'm learning to use Ibis Paint better, and I decided to post one of those dream/thoughts I have about an alt. Version of Chick P who has a whole different personality. Just in case, yes! I'm working on Chuckie and I even have Sketches of Joe as well.

I use the color and style of the show to help match her outfit. I don't know how it came out. The mouth needs some work, though, but actually I'm proud of most of the result.

Hope you like it as well (or am I the only one obsessed with this show here?)

PD: That tail size is not canon (?)

[pwblogarchive]

November 2006

11/03/06 Q&A

question

Dear Pete, If you created your own scent (like a cologne, body spray, perfume, etc.) what would it smell like? Love, Me [please] P.S. Please do not do ACTUALLY make your own scent. Unless it smells really good and is garunteed to get me love.

answer

the floor of the fireside bowl, summer, hemingway after he gets a bath blahblah

question

Pete whats your natural hair color?

answer

brown. like a healthy bowel movement.

question

Nice outfit on the heidi klum halloween party, aaaww the hair!

answer

if joe refuses to rock that look i will.

question

What do you want people to say about you 50 years from now?

answer

“wow, this is a nice headstone to sit on”.

question

your eyes shine bright like the headlights of one million speeding cars.

answer

im obsessed with crashing into you.

question

Pete Pete Pete whare have you been have you gone to find a life out side the internet task task task

answer

alternating between finishing our record and dying of boredom.

question

On The Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack Reissue did you guys get to choose what song you played or did they choose it for you? If you got to choose it why did you choose Whats This?

answer

we chose it. it is patrick and i’s favorite song from the movie. it is amazing. like when i watch hemingway see something for the first time- its an awakening. jack has never seen christmas before- its what goes on in his mind as it unwraps. i love it.

question

i love to hate you, does that make me a bad person?

answer

nah. but hating me is pretty 06, youve only got couple months left- then it will be like vintage hate, which could be kinda stylish i guess.

question

uhmmmm….how long do you wanna live?

answer

sometimes im over it, sometimes i wanna live forever.

question

peter, you wont ever know who this is but i miss youre more than anything right now. im starting to lose faith in the band. when will you be traveling the states?

answer

we have something really special planned for you. dont lose faith. expect to see some things beginning to happen this winter. pay close attention.

question

pete, i know so much about you i could probably write an autobiography on your life. half the things i found out by accident. do you think its creepy how much people know about you?

answer

most of the things people say or write arent true or are half true. so thats kind of frustrating. but who cares? i just keep breathing and its all ok.

question

How do you feel about Ricky (ZEZEtheX) leaving the boards?

answer

im a fan of ricky. kind of a bummer. but it seems like everyone ends up back at some point. its irresistible.

question

would u ever hate a fan?

answer

i guess i could hate anyone for the right reasons. but i am a pretty forgiving person because i make alot of mistakes myself….

November 4, 2006

“record is almost done.”

i am running out the door to hear a final song.

for those of you who dressed up, bonnie posted your pictures over at www.friendsorenemies.com

there will be a winner for best boy costume and best girl costume.

"late for a very important date"

xo

November 4, 2006

“high heals (mr. E and ms. fortune)”

cue the dream sequence.get the feeling of feeling.you make me feel pins and needles like a leg that has been asleep.we have signs on our backs that read: save me.i am in love with the rescuers.you see that heart, i will gut it like a fish.talk some sense into me.i dare you.daydream ships and sleepy summer bombers feign softness when she calls.i will make the hair on your neck stand on end.i will make you sing out in the night.

11/04/06 Q&A

question

PETE! I dont know what to do. And because you are awesome at given advice I turn to you. Theres this guy I like and he says that he wants to sleep with me before we go out. But then when i asked why we couldnt just go out he said because we had to sleep together first. Do you think he is using me? What should I do?

answer

id say probably no. i forget what its from but… whoever buys the icecream after they get the free taste? noone.

question

How did you become interested in music?

answer

oldies in my dads car then thriller then appetite for destruction then dookie then minor threat.

question

Dear Pete, In my english class were reading Farenheit 491. Its set in the future, and in the story all the books are being burnt because the public wants things that are fast, visual, and easy. They dont want to be minorities. I was thinking, and I got really worried. My generation is becoming just like that book. I dont think I can stand to see another myspace that says “reding iz gay” in the Books section. Im so frustrated. why do people have to be stupid? The point of all this: Can you reccommend to me a genious from my generation, an author, poet, or band, someone that gives you faith in the human race and makes you sure that were not all getting stupider? Youre one of course, but id really like to know of more. Thanks for this and the words and tell the boys thanks for the music Love, Brook

answer

i guess im not sure generationally, writers i like: bukowski, hemingway, miller, celine, olds- someone from our time that i love is a friend of my named wes. not sure where you could read his stuff. ill find out and put it on our site. there are plenty of other gems out there you just have to dig.

question

Pete, I find myself not really liking Fall Out Boy anymore. It is not that you guys suck or anything, its just your “untouchable”. By that i mean your my fave band, and i know i will never in a million years ever have a chance to meet you and that sucks so bad. I find myself really starting to like local bands tons more cuz i can actually communicate with them. Am i a horrible person for thinking this?

answer

not at all. i appreciate your honestu. hopefully out our new record and tours will win you back- especially with some smaller shows. we have come up with a few plans to be able to interact with fans on a smaller level coming up- i know how it goes. i have been there and it hurts. at the same time- weve never done this before so we arent even sure what we are doing… besides, i love hearing people say that they love local bands! that is how our band began- i cant wait to get back and play some smaller shows. pleas ebe sure to come over at say hey if you make it to one!

question

if i was to bake you cookies…and i “accidently” dropped a few hairs in there and you ate it and i told you late once you finished telling me that yu were crapping hairballs…what would you do?

answer

i only eat my moms cookies cause i am addicted to them. but i would probably throw up would be my guess.

question

Pete! My dog died yesterday of cancer. Has this ever happened to you? If so, how did you deal?

answer

i think i would freak out. id probably try to remember the best times and maybe look at pictures. i think after a bit id get a new dog because there are so many out there that need new homes and new buddies to take care of them.

question

hey petery, me and my friends are lossing faith in our band, singer is going crazy, guitarist isiacting starge, and rythym(me) im going down. how did ur band stay together

answer

friends stick together.

November 6, 2006

“forgive me for all the times i messed with your pretty head”

actually dont.it doesnt really matter either way.it all turns out the same.alphamale. omegalove.every dog has its day and all.but i think we slept through ours.....theres no sucess quite like failure. trust me. i can be a character witness.dodging bars that noone can find and noone can get into. it becomes a parody of itself.i love borat for bringing the mustache back before mike cardin could.but the prestige makes me want to quit the band and move to the 1800's.id bring back walkmen with sweet yellow headphones and be like the king of the world.dont burn me out on borat by trying to do the accent: here's a hint- you dont do it very well.back to diary-ing....i mean, really, how many times do you need to check your voicemails to realize noone is calling.put me down or fix me- but more like a cat or dog...had a dream where i picked orange leaves from blonde hair in moonlight.and im left forever edning signals back to you in black night.gotta run these words are terribe at best, ill be b ack to clean up this mess. i need to go to sleep not to read more,.,. or maybe not.

November 7, 2006

“id love to decode this all. but i fear it woud only be another misstep in a series. so am gonna take a leap and hold my breath.”

boots high, keep our roots from every finding us.dear to our hearts are the yellows of the moon. it you waving a flag at me: its not quite white and its not quite surrender.but its got me curious.from under the floorboards i listen to hear if you got what it takes.i want to wake the entire hallway.sometimes cheek kiss goodbyes catch the corners of lips- and its just the secret of those two forever.going home tommorrow, which is today if i get to sleep.

November 12, 2006

you call me a bad tipper of the cradle.but im tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns.we're the hasbeens of husbands- sharpening the knives of young wives.take two years and call me when youre better...take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.were so miserable and stunning,lovesongs so genuinely cunning.

- xo

November 12, 2006

i know everyone thought we took the messageboard away. but how could we take away such an enlightened place for intellectual conversation. and besides how would we know who andrew hurleys new "wife" without it.? we're sorry the site was down- but our friends over at absolutepunk.net have an exclusive sneak peek at a song from our new album.

so after you make fun of the rednecks in the borat movie and IM your lil buddy and say- "i totally love/hate _______ band cause of his new haircut/pants"- scope out our new song.

see you sooner than you think.

(edit: you know we love you. dont take us too seriously)...

November 14, 2006

he said "that song is my life", it may have been my best moment. so young.

this is only the greatest story ever told"i have lightning in my head"to be brought to the world.the 101 is an iv in my veins,blood rush up your driveway.noones ever gonna get us, noones ever gonna get us-everything inside me is only meant to break your hearts.november spawned a monster.

November 15, 2006

forgive me for all the times i messed with your pretty head

actually dont.

it doesnt really matter either way.

it all turns out the same.

alphamale. omegalove.

every dog has its day and all.

but i think we slept through ours...

theres no sucess quite like failure. trust me. i can be a character witness.

dodging bars that noone can find and noone can get into. it becomes a parody of itself.

i love borat for bringing the mustache back before mike cardin could.

but the prestige makes me want to pack it all up and move to the 1800's.

id bring back walkmen with sweet yellow headphones and be like the king of the world.

dont burn me out on borat by trying to do the accent: here's a hint- you dont do it very well.

back to diary-ing....

i mean, really, how many times do you need to check your voicemails to realize noone is calling.

put me down or fix me- but more like a cat or dog...

had a dream where i picked orange leaves from blonde hair in moonlight.

and im left forever edning signals back to you in black night.

gotta run these words are terribe at best, ill be back to clean up this mess. i need to go to sleep not to read more,.,. or maybe not.

Posted by xoat 1:23 AM

November 18, 2006

im just a painter drawing a blank.but i could learn to miss you. i could learn to pity fools- because i am the biggest one and i always feel sorry for myself. i could learn to read your mind but reading in the dark has wrecked my sight.

- xo

November 19, 2006

we are the carriers but you will always be the rescuers.

i feel in love with the world. this is out of character for me. the always whining, overdramatic player of the worlds smallest violin. but i truly love the world we have created- us and you. it is a refuge and i think we sometimes take that for granted. but i can tell you i wouldn't have this smile across my face if it wasnt for you. working on the new video- i think some of our old fans are really gonna like some of the subtle touches it will have. i know some of whats going on is a stretch. but come with- because this is the greatest story ever. thanks for letting us be a part of this. this is my rushmore.

November 24, 2006

so i guess being that we are in the fueledbyramen journal- i should write about some of the happenings of FBR/DECAYdance bands.On my way home to chicago for the holidays I was sitting on the airplane getting ready to fake sleep so i wouldnt have to speak to anyone and who walks on and sits next to me? Mike Cardin from the Academy. So i spent the next 5 hours hanging with him and the rest of the Academy boys on the flight home. completely accidentally. Their new record is sure to charm the pants off of you- total brain party.Got in and made my way to the Panic! at the disco show at the UIC pavillion. Needless to say i was floored by the show. there was a fucking circus on stage. Some good hangs and then made my way home. Had Brendon and Ryan over for Wentz family Thanksgiving and went and watched the new james bond movie.RIght now i am listening to new lifetime songs. they are completely mindblowing. This is the band that totally shaped Fall Out Boy and the sound of Take this to your grave.Over at Decaydance we are looking for some new bands. if you got what it takes- get some music in our hands.dont believe everything you read. the only people i have time to date are Hemingway and Infinity On High- otherwise its just NOT the truth.oh yeah and this was a dream come true: http://www.ew.com/ew/report/0,6115,1562674_4_0_,00.htmlhave a good long weekend. forget about your problems for a bit.

- xo

11/24/06 Q&A

question

petei only went to the patd concert[in chcago] cause i thought u were going to be there but it was fun. p.s. my brother zito says hi.

answer

i went and i think the show was pretty amazing. i hope you had a good time.

question

Pete- in realese the bats when dirty is drinking mud of the ground what city were you in beacuse it looked just like the Buffalo warped tour a few years ago. much love Abby

answer

montreal.

question

are there gonna be more dolls their out of pete and sndys already and that was gonna be my christmas present from my mom :(

answer

get her three joes and a patrick. total party all the time.

November 26, 2006

“everyone looks good in black and white pictures (only's).”

she only orders drinks without mixers.

two bites of 100 dollars plates at dinner,

desserts are always enough pills to get you full.

but when im sleeping next to her im not scared what will happen to me after i die.

they only pose questions like: what makes you tick?

we throw back whatever.

red herrings. dummy cars. whatever changes the subject.

im only in love with trainwrecks.

except tonight she is four redbull vodkas into the moment-

its the closest thing she can order to an 8ball at an open bar.

im always only half there.

coasting through questions and pictures- always half way inside the world in my head.

i only know that youll never know me.

November 27, 2006

so having returned from the movie "the fountain" i feel as though my life has been turned on it's head. like youve been thinking all of this time but the reserve light just came on and there are about 20 miles to empty. i hate running into people i used to know- who tell me "congratulations" or how they always knew whatever. i am terrible at small talk. i simply have not been designed to do it. i know about 3/4 of the time it is a completely genuine thought from them- but i dont know how to respond ever. i lower my eyes to the ground and fish for a thought that will take us far from this line of questioning. they say it as if this had all been a plan- like i couldnt be in the gutter 12 months from now just as easily- and be just as happy with the right friends and right loves and maybe some books. its so much more of a relief to hear someone make fun of this or me- to laugh and tear me down. i can brush it off easier. i dont have to make small talk. and when someone walks up who has been honestly changed or moved by the music and words- i dont even need to be told anything. you can see it in your eyes. i am left speechless, usually looking awkward for a second followed by a meager thank you. i think many fail to realize that i feel just as changed, moved, saved and real by the path of this band. i feel a part of this too. i count down the days until we tour again too. and finally- it is only on the stage when i feel at home. i hate looking at the setlist and seeing the songs running out. i hate days off. i hate breaks. i only look forward to making new albums because it means i will get to play more shows. i love walking into dusty rooms where you can feel the electricity of what will happen that night. or the condensation on the floor afterwards from what just transpired. you cant capture this in a photograph, song, movie, video or review. they all fall short. i love walking into the dark frigid air and seeing those few lifers hanging on the railing- and always do my best to make sure they get to at least exchange some words. i miss this so goddamned much right now.it feels like everyone is singing heartache. i dont want to be a disposable band. i dont want to be just a poster on the wall. i know everyone wants another "sugar" or "dance, dance" out of us. but i hope the new songs will truly help you take apart your despair or at least give you a place to hide out from it in. i hope it brings you some sense of peace or rest. or maybe that when you walk down the stairs into the basement of yourself that you can dust off old ideas of who you are and know that the clouds part from time to time.i know this is a bit much. this is what i wrote upon leaving the movie. i cant wait for you to hear the new songs. i cant wait to get back and play them for you- to sing them WITH you.thank you for making me try to become a better person. truly.so on this journal i want to try and include something from the label side of things. here's my little buddy brendon from Panic talking about how we used to make Man Soup/friendsthatbathetogetherstaytogether (though i believe nfg may have invented man stew a bit earlier, u sksinny jerks could only make soup): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je1Tlgy8P_E&mode=related&search=

- xo

11/28/06 Q&A

question

Where did “Patrick Being Weird” come from? XO Syd

answer

its actually an audio sample that was supposed to be put at the end of takethisto your grave. a bunch of inside jokes- it has pete, patrick, joe and our friend sean talking on it.

question

Peter, I just wanted to say thank you to you and all the members of Fall Out Boy. I am not a 13 year old girl who simply likes you because you are cute or because it is the “cool” thing to do. I wish my life was that easy. I am lucky in many aspects of the life I have been granted. I am 25, married to a wonderful man, and have a daughter who means the world to me. For as long as I can remember, I have felt like I am here for a purpose, to change something/someone. I live in a small town in middle america and have always felt out of place. I have questioned every decision I have ever made, and never been content with the results. I have suffered from depression and sometimes wanted it all to end. The only time I have felt “at home” is when I am listening to music. I have always had a connection with music. When I was younger it was bands like Nirvana, The Cure and Green Day. Now I feel like I am connected to Fall Out Boy. I love your music. I can not listen to Take this to your grave enough time. I know this sounds wierd because I do not know you personally, but you have left a lasting impression on me and for this I thank you

answer

wow. thank you. Mindblowing.

question

chain reaction misses you.

answer

we miss the chain. just went and saw the hushsound there, the room felt exactly the same. it was awesome.

question

pete im getting tired of asking when will fall out boy come to australia??? i will keep asking untill you give me a serious answer

answer

this year: central and south america, canada, united states (hawaii), u.k., europe. australia, new zealand, japan, russia, dubai and possibly south africa- THATS WHAT WERE 

[onyxisnotuniqueenough]

am i really the only one getting this icky feeling in my chest when i read thirstposts about celebrities. like i can understand it until it gets sexual and stalker-y and so so obsessed. digging into private family member's instagram, searching up marriage certificates, posting practically naked models or a pic of like a lone mitten or something and tagging it "outfits to put this celebrity in", talking constantly about their body -- 100x times more than the actual show you're a fan of, writing/encouraging followers to read smut for CHILD/TEEN actors, using ai to put celebrities' faces on nsfw content, etc.

LIKE HUH!! WHAT!! HOW IS THIS ALLOWED AND *ENCOURAGED* FAN BEHAVIOR!! AND WHY ARE NORMALIZING IT TO THE POINT WHERE PEOPLE WHO'D NEVER DO THAT *START* DOING THAT!! OUT OF FEAR OF NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH OF A FAN OF THE MEDIA!!!!

I myself literally used to force myself to pick someone from shows or bands to like romantically or to be attracted to. i'd look for the most attractive one out of the options i had and just read fanfic for them. even if I didn't have any attraction to the character whatsoever

it took me a while to realize that i don't like andrew garfield, charlie cox, chris evans, joe keery or their characters ROMANTICALLY i just related to them or was jealous of their love interest's ability to charm anyone they wanted, even these kind and conventionally attractive guys that i could never "pull". (the only genuine (i think) celebrity/fictional crush i've ever had in the last 4 or 5 years is jess mariano from gilmore girls)

i think the rest of the characters/celebrities that i had actual crushes throughout my life on are so so few i could count them on my hand. and even when I did like someone, fanfiction did nothing for me (for unrelated personal reasons) and i still forced myself to read them. i forced myself to search things up about them remember facts about them, etc, all because the people i saw online were so obsessed that i felt left out not knowing much

I could write a whole thesis on celebrities, being a fan, religion, dictators, kings and political figures and what it means to be human, and i probably will, but for now let me just say this

CELEBRITIES EAT, SHIT, PRAY, DANCE, TRIP, STUTTER, SWEAT, AND SLEEP JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ARE NOT REAL. STOP ENCOURAGING UNHEALTHY AND CONCERNING OBSESSION WITH PEOPLE YOU *DON'T* AND WILL *NEVER KNOW* !!!!!! LIVE YOUR LIVES INSTEAD OF BUILDING/SCHEDULING YOUR LIFE AROUND STRANGERS!!!!!!! AND DON'T FORCE YOURSELF TO DO ANYTHING THAT ISN'T HEALTHY/ENJOYABLE FOR YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR FOMO!!!!!!!!!

[warmaidensrevenge]

Joseph Quinn falls for a peasant.

Joseph Quinn x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Ok I'm gonna dabble into this real world type setting. Because my heart aches.

Warning: language, and angst.

Not proof read and no word count

Summary: life is hard for Joe. He loves all the attention he's getting but it makes it hard to find a nice girl. But one day changes everything.

If you would like a part 2. Please let me know. If not. Well I'm gonna write it anyways. This is my swamp and I do as I please. Kay love ya bye.

Part 1: what ifs?

😓❓

It's been a year since Stranger Things and Joe is still at the forefront of everyone's mind. The sudden eruption of his career was overwhelming for him. Of course he was used to the small interactions he got before he portrayed the character famously know as Eddie Munson. But after just a mere 20 minutes of screen time changed his life forever. Trying to adjust to this added fame was hard to say the least. Constant travels to places that he only dreamt of going where now his new normal. Hotel rooms where his new scene. To be honest, he hated it. The stupid TSA, the continuous harassment he got from obsessive fans got to be too much. Sure he loved all those who supported him and got him to where his is now. But sometimes he would just like to rest. To top things off he was lonely. Even being in a room full of people there solely to see him, it still felt like no one really saw him. Besides the men and women who threw themselves at him. He was 29 about to be 30 and he still lives with his parents in south London. Not that he minded it. But he wanted to take care of his mum and his family that have supported him through out his journey. That's why he agreed to do modeling too. He wanted to earn enough to get his parents a house. So he was on a constant move. But his was missing something or someone. He met a lot a good looking woman. Some not so nice. But none the less still women who were interested in him. Weeding through the real ones not full with lust was harder than he thought it would be.

After a while he decided since he spent so much time in America he would get an apartment there. But definitely not in LA. He hated LA. It was just to much for him. So he decided to get a studio apartment in Seattle. Close enough to California but far enough to not be bothered so much when he would film and model. He picked a lovely place that was high up that he could over look the city. He liked Seattle so much because it reminded him of the weather in London. He would go out to this small tavern to drink and sometimes play a song or 2. They had an open mic night twice a week and he loved it. He would always wear outfits to hide his identity. But every once in a while someone would recognize him.

One morning he was walking to a small coffee shop to get a tea when he bumped into a woman coming out while he was going in. Spilled her drink all over her.

" Oh I-I I'm so sorry."

Your were holding your shirt away from yourself. "It's ok. I should have been paying attention"

He watched as you took off your hand bag and jacket.

" Could you please hold this?" You said holding out your things to him.

For some reason or another you didn't look at him. You had taken off your shirt leaving you in a black spaghetti strap under shirt.

" I'm so sorry. Please let me buy you another drink" he offered.

You shook your head an took your jacket and bag back. " No that's ok. Thank you but I'm running late."

That's when you finally looked at him.

Oh my god! That's Joseph Quinn.

" Umm you have a good day." You said before turning heel and sped walked away.

He called after you, but you were already crossing the street.

Does she not no who I am?

He was dumbfounded. Normally people recognize him instantly. But you didn't really give him the time of day. He went into the shop and order a tea. That's when he saw a familiar look the servers gave to him.

" Oh my god Joseph Quinn" one of the employees said.

" Ello love." He loved at the reaction he got.

After a few pictures and autographs he spoke to one of the employees about the woman who had just left. He found out that you were a regular. That you went every Friday in the early mornings. But today you were running late. He wanted to see you and apologize again. At the very least get your name. Which he did. And from the information he received, he found out you worked in a building up the street. He wanted to come back the next Friday but he was going to Milan for a fashion show. So it was gonna have to wait.

...

Did that really just happen? What the actual fuck.

Making your way up the block to work you couldn't help but think about who the hell you just ran into and who you walked away from without so much as a hello.

No that can't be him.

As you made your way into the building you opened up the office and turned on the light. There were already a few clients waiting for you. You had set up the front desk and turned on yours and Brenda's computer. You and her were receptionist/ assistants in a lawyers office. Normally you were never late. But last night you decide to get high with your best friend Colin who came to visit from Minnesota. You met Colin when you lived in Wisconsin a few years back. But when he went to college you had a job opportunity in your favorite city. So you packed up and moved to Seattle after your 6 year relationship ended.

The day was filled with clients and small talk with Brenda. She was this nice older woman who had been working there for the greater part of her life.

You were sitting in the break room picking at your salad still thinking about the guy you ran into this morning.

" What's is it hun?"

You looked up to Brenda who was making her way to the table.

" Uh nothing I'm just not that hungry."

" How is that when all you eat are salads?"

"I'm trying this keto diet. I really need to lose some weight. The doctors said that it's the reason why I can't sleep. I even have a stupid sleep study on Sunday."

" Oh you're gonna get a CPAP machine. Those things are a pain."

" Yeah. I just hope I don't need one. So I'm trying to drop a few pounds. Maybe that will help with my snoring."

" Sure sure. So what are your plans for the day?"

" Colin? That's the gay one right?"

Your face filled with excitement. " Oh man Colin is here for a few days so I'm gonna take him to see Wicked."

" So when are you gonna start seeing someone?"

He's literally my only friend.

You nodded.

" Hun don't let work run your life. You are young. It's time to start getting out there."

" What? No please we work too much to have a life like that."

You hadn't dated anyone since Lucas. You guys actually had gotten engaged when you realize that he wasn't the one for you. He was upset of course but he understood that the marriage would have never worked out if the love wasn't mutual.

You went home around 4:30 and found your bestie doing some light reading.

" Poop! I've missed you." You said walking over to the couch.

" Bitch where have you been all my life?"

You laughed and hugged him. " So you're moving here with me right? I have a spare room."

" I wish. But I have one more year until I graduate and get my teaching license."

" Then you're gonna move here? There's loads of schools you can work at."

" Yeah that will be cool. Just don't give my room away or we're fighting."

" Oh poop I would never." You pouted

" So I have to tell you something."

You nodded and sat back against the couch.

" So I have this guy friend right. And I really like him but he's like straight."

You raised an eyebrow.

" Yeah yeah I know. Unavailable. But I just can't help it he's so fucking hot."

" Is that right?"

" Oh man y/n you don't even know. Here let me show you."

You watched as he opened Instagram and pulled up the guys profile. He was cute. Super cute. Totally Colin's type.

"Nice."

" I know right! We work at target together and man I just can stop looking at him. Do you think I can turn him to the dark side."

" Well poop I don't know. Does he have a girlfriend or anything?"

" No I don't think so. My Friend Cassie's said that she's never seen him with anyone. OH SHIT! Ok check this out. So one day we were working and Cassie started to freak out. She went to a customer and she asked for a hug and a picture. So I went over there with her and I'm like ' Who are you?' and he laughed and said that he wished more people were like me. Anyways after he left Cassie was so fucking happy. She said that he played some character in Stranger Things. Some guy named Eddie."

Your mouth dropped.

" Yeah right! So anyways that's when Ben..the hot straight guy I'm in love with came up and was like 'Oh my god his accent is so hot' and that got me wondering."

" Wait wait hold on...back that's shit up. Are you telling me you met Joseph Quinn?"

" Umm I guess."

" You guess!" You pulled out your phone and showed him a picture of him that you pulled up from Google. "Is this the guy?"

" YEAH! Oh my god. He's so fuck fine."

I mean yeah but

" Anyways soooo he said that he was hot right. Like I couldn't have made that up. So there might be a chance you know?"

" Ok ok. Yes that sounds a bit sus. But I don't know. Just ask."

" What?! I can't do that you know me."

" Yes I do poop. And I know you've gotten better at talking to guys. So just try."

" Yeah. I should just talk to him. Hey want to smoke?"

" Of course my horse." You got up and opened a window while Colin pulled out a blunt.

You sat back down. " so I can't believe you met Joseph Quinn. That's so fucking crazy. I could swear I ran into him this morning."

Taking a hit he passed it to you. " Bitch you know he lives here right?"

You shook your head and let out the smoke until you couldn't hold it anymore. "Nope. I don't look him up or anything. He's kinda just everywhere. I try not to get on social media because he's literally all I see."

" Well I do. He's 29 and he lives here sometimes to be closer to work. But he hates Americans and he really hates LA."

"Really?"

Then why the hell would he do that?

" Yeah and his birthday is coming up in a few months."

"Colin are you stocking the poor guy?"

" Well no and yes. Did you know he can actually play the guitar?"

" Umm yeah I saw a video once on TikTok."

" Oh shit come here. I'll show you all the shit I've seen. Man if this guy said for me to hop on his dick I wouldn't question it."

Same

"Gross"

The rest of the night Colin was going on an on talking about Joseph and his new love interest.

...

After an amazing weekend you said your goodbyes to your best friend. Monday morning was a weird one. Brenda was already there. You walked into the office and saw a bouquet of flowers on the counter. Brenda peaked her head to the side.

" Hey pretty flowers."

" They're for you."

Me?

" Who are they from?" You asked smelling the flowers.

" A Mr. Joe Quinn."

WHAT?! HOW?! WHAT?!

" What?"

" He's cute." Brenda said while holding up an autograph picture of Eddie Munson. " Is this the guy from Stranger Things?"

You didn't answer from the shock to your system.

"Y/n it is him. When did you start seeing-" Brenda paused to read the back of the photo. "To Miss y/n, please accept the flowers and an apology for the mishap that happened on Friday. I know your wondering how I found you. Well technically I did not. I sent out a few bouquets to all the offices in the building in hopes one would find you. My apologies again. I hope to see you soon. Possible have a drink?" Sincerely Joe."

He remembers me. Also how did he know my name?

" Umm let me see that." You held out your hand to take the photo from Brenda. You studied it and reread it again."

" Friday? That was they day you didn't have your normal Friday shirt on. Did you sleep with him?"

You shot your head up to look at her. " God no Brenda. What kind of woman do you think I am?"

"Hey no judgement here. He's a very handsome. If only I was 30 years younger."

" Stop it. I was running late that day and I rushed out of the coffee shop down the street and we ran into each other. Spilled my coffee all over me. I took off my shirt and when I finally saw him I was too shy to introduce myself . Anyways, I left in a hurry because well I was late."

" Did he introduce himself?"

You shook your head.

"hmm I wonder what he means by seeing you again. Would you go out for a drink with him?"

" umm no. He's famous no way would we be able to have a normal conversation without interruptions."

" Well maybe you could have him over to your place. Or maybe vice versa."

" I wouldn't even know how to get a hold of him"

" Hmmm let's see." Brenda opened up a browser while you grabbed the flowers and set them behind you on the desk.

You smelled them once more before looking to see what Brenda was doing.

How to get a hold of Joseph Quinn?

"Oh sweet baby Jesus Brenda don't do that. I don't want to hang out with him?"

" You liar. I can tell you like him."

" No I don't even know him to like him."

" Well you find him attractive then. I can definitely see why. You see how big his eyes are. Like a baby cows eyes....so pretty."

Yeah they are.

" See look it lists his American agent phone number." Brenda pointed out and grabbed the phone.

" NO! BRENDA PLEASE DON'T." You tried to hang up the company phone but she kept you from it.

She quickly dialed the number while you begged her.

" Shhh it's ringing."

" Brenda please." You pleaded but she held up a finger to shush you. You could feel your eyes swell from embarrassment.

" Hi. Hello is this Joe Quinn agent?" Brenda listen while you shook your head. Tears threatening to leave you.

" yes I'm calling about some flowers that were delivered to y/n.....Yes uh huh she got them.....yes that's why I called I'm her assistant and I would like to schedule something.......oh out of the country.....uh huh....so when will Mr. Quinn be returning?.....ok how about we schedule something for let's see."

Brenda looked at you and just kept mouthing no's.

"Ok she will be available this Thursday for lunch.... perfect sounds great thank you... goodbye."

Your head was in your hands.

Oh my god this is not happening. This has to be a joke.

"See not that hard."

" I hate you Brenda."

" That's ok a lot of people do. Can I keep this?" She said holding up the picture.

" Sure"

Why would he want to see me again? Wasn't the flowers enough? I thought it was too much.

...

The rest of the week was agonizing. You could not stop thinking about your upcoming appointment. It couldn't have been really right. Joseph doesn't do shit like this.

After calling Colin he convinced you to just go to lunch with him. And though you honestly didn't want to you decide on it. It's not that you didn't like him, because obviously he's gorgeous. It's just what on earth would someone with such popularity want to share a meal with someone so...well plain.

Waiting outside the small mom and pop shop under your apartment, you were having doubts. You were early so you could look at the menu and find something without sugar or carbs. But there was little to nothing. But you were definitely gonna order something. You didn't want him to think that you were just another girl trying to hide the amount of food you ate. That's when you saw a red Porsche pull up and park.

Oh fuck

...

After his run in with you, Joe immediately called his assistant to get flowers sent out. He had him attach a signed copy of a photo of Eddie Munson in hopes that maybe if you didn't recognize him that maybe now you would. Then maybe give him a chance to make it up to you.

" Joe! How was it?"

When he finally got to Milan there were troves of fans and models. Most of them being incredibly beautiful. After a long night of photos and interviews he was able to get some rest in a hotel. His phone went off. He looked and it was Jamie face timing him.

" Good mate. Real good."

" Fantastic. When are you coming back?

"I should be back in Seattle on Monday morning."

" Great! So I'm having a party on Friday. Please come. There will be food and drinks, women."

" Yeah sounds good mate."

" Perfect! So any lovelies joining you tonight?"

" No Jamie you know I don't bring anyone back."

" Well you need to. It's already hard being in this business. But doing it alone is so much harder."

" You know I've been looking. It's unbelievable difficult finding someone who is real. And actually nice. Instead of pretending to be just so they can see me. Then completely change course when I do give them a chance."

" Well you either need to lower your standards mate or find someone who isn't in this business."

Joe was quiet for a moment. Y/n.

"Joseph? Have you met someone?"

"Well not officially" he said rubbing the back of his neck.

" Alright. Spill the tea."

Joe went on about the encounter he had with the pretty woman at the coffee shop.

" Oh Joseph. Oh no. Joseph you didn't."

"Well what was I suppose to do mate. I needed her to know who I was."

" But you sent her an autograph"

Fuck

"I understand it was too much."

" You think?" Jamie said sarcastically

" Yes but what if she actually didn't know who I was?"

" I'm sure she does. You're Americas sweetheart. Everyone knows you."

"Then why wouldn't she ask for a picture or anything?"

" Maybe it's because she was running late to work. Or maybe she's not that big of a fan. Or she's doesn't care that your famous. Who knows? So has your assistant gotten back to you yet?"

" No. I don't think the bouquets won't be there until Monday."

" Oh so is it too late to take out the photo?"

" Yes it's already gone to the florist."

" Well good luck with that. And if you do get a chance to officially meet and it turns out you like her. Bring her to my party and let us meet her. And we will give you the approval." Jamie winked and hung up before Joe could protest.

He got ready for bed sending a text out to him mum and his assistant. The assistant got back to him right away saying the flowers were still pending.

Please get them. He thought before falling asleep.

...

Monday morning he got off the plane and made his way to his car. Once in he looked at his phone and turned off airplane mode. He immediately got a text from his assistant

'Lunch appointment on Thursday with Miss y/n l/n. Meet at Lola's cafe.'

He was excited. You got his gift and you didn't freak out about the other thing attached to the flowers. He looked at the address and smiled. It wasn't far from his loft. He loved that place. It had the best carrot cake he's ever tasted.

Thursday couldn't come soon enough. He was anxious. Surprising to say the least. He was always shy. And the fact that he did anything like this was not like him at all. But he was glad he did it. He wanted to get there early so he could see if they had his favorite cake. He saw you standing outside waiting.

He parked his car and tried to calm his nervousness. It's been a while since he felt like this. And he didn't know it but you were feeling the same way.

I see you're early as well.

He got off the car with his assistant to greet you but he tripped on the curb. Not paying any attention to the big step up. He almost fell but caught himself. He was looking at you hoping beyond hope you didn't see that. But you had dropped your body a bit and leaned forward to try and catch him if he did fall. Your face was filled with concern. He liked it. But once you saw that he was fine you gave him a soft smile and shook your head.

Joe nodded for his assistant to go inside while I'm could have a moment alone with you.

" Ello. I'm Joe."

" Yes. Nice to meet you. I'm y/n."

You held out your hand for a shake and he took it. Your hands were so soft and warm. He didn't want to let it go but deemed it inappropriate.

" I hope your hungry this place has the best food. And their carrot cake is to die for."

Your smile was so lovely he wished it would never go away.

" Why thank you. I make it for them."

" You do?" He was taken back.

You giggled. " Yes the owners are my landlords. And I help make their desserts sometimes. That's my apartment right up there." You pointed at the top of the building

You live close to me then? Perfect.

" Oh that's wonderful. Well your going to have to show me how you make that next time."

Next time. There's gonna be a next time? You thought

" So shall we?" He asked holding the door open for you.

" Yes thank you." You replied going in.

Polite and beautiful.

You guys put in your orders and sat down. After a few seconds of awkward silence Joe apologize again. You told him it was fine. That it was just an accident and that he didn't have to buy you lunch or send gifts.

He was gonna respond when the server came with food and drinks. You looked at him and smiled. You did the sign of the cross and muttered 'thank you Jesus for this food' under your breath.

He grinned at you when you did this. He was gonna speak again but a crowd of people came in and were being unruly loud.

You looked up and saw a gaggle of girls staring at Joseph's back.

" Looks like you have some visitors." You said nudging your head towards the females.

He turned and his heart sank. Just once would he like to have a meal in public without being bothered. Especially now that he was sharing a meal with you. He turned back around to face you.

" I'm so sorry."

You just grinned. "Don't be sorry. They are here for you. Go. Or else they will never stop staring."

He nodded and made his way outside with the crowd following him and his assistant. After about 20 minutes of photos and signing away he still had a line of people waiting for him.

" Hey Tim is there anyway we can go back in. I really would like to spend some time with y/n."

" Oh I'm sorry sir. She left 5 minutes ago. She said she was sorry but she had to go back to work. But she did give me this."

Joe felt awful. Seems like you two wouldn't be able to have any time alone. He took the piece of paper from his assistant and stepped back from the fans to read it.

It was the recipe for the cake. He smiled. He must absolutely see you again. This time just you two. After about an hour he had his assistant try and set up a dinner date for tonight. But your assistant gave him your number so Joe could call you personally. It's been a while since he's done that. Normally his friends and family were the only ones who knew his personal line. But for some reason he didn't mind if you had it.

Once he got to his loft he called. It rang about 4 times before you answered.

" Hi. Umm can you please remove my number from you call list. I would really appreciate it. Thank you."

Joe's eyes widen when you hung up.

Wait what?

So instead of calling you again he messaged you.

" Ello love it's Joe from lunch. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tonight?"

-

You looked at your phone and almost fainted.

Oh my god. I just hung up on Joseph Quinn. Fuck me!

Instead of texting him back you called him.

-

He answered right away.

" Ello."

" Hey Mr Quinn I'm so sorry I thought you were a telemarketer."

He chuckled " You can call me Joe and it's completely a'right. I understand."

" I uhh. How did you get my number if you don't mind me asking?"

" Your assistant gave it to my assistant."

"My assistant?"

" Uh yes Brandy I believe."

" Ohhh you mean Brenda. Yeah that lady is such a meddler."

" Oh why's that?"

" Ok Quinn can I be honest with you?"

" Always."

You cleared your throat. " So Brenda is not my assistant. We are actually both receptionist/assistant at the law offices of Mark and Decker. She was the one who signed for the flowers and the one to read your note. Once I told her that I didn't plan or even know how to get ahold of you. She took it upon herself to set up the lunch."

" So you're saying you went out on a date with me under protest?"

Shit

What? That was a date? You freaked

" Umm no not at all. It was really nice of you to show. I thought I was being punked or something."

" Didn't that show get cancelled?"

" I'm not sure. I think so."

"I'm sure you wouldn't. So what's this about dinner?" You tried not to sound to egger.

" Oh no love I wouldn't do that to anyone."

Oh my Lord. If he keeps calling me that I will pass the fuck out.

" Yes of course, I was wondering if you cared to join me for supper?"

"That's sounds nice. But umm do you mind if we don't go out in public?"

" I was just about to ask you the same thing."

" Oh great thank you. Would you like to come over to my place? I had already taken out some chicken for dinner if you don't mind."

"No I don't mind at all. Should I bring a bottle of wine?"

" You can for yourself. I'm sorry I don't drink."

"Oh that's fine I'll just bring some punch or something."

" Don't worry about it. I have everything here. Just come around 7?"

" Absolutely. I'll be there."

" Great. Umm see ya soon."

" Yes. Um be seeing you."

He hung up the phone. He was so damn nervous he had to take a puff of his inhaler to be able to breath again. He was so excited that he went to his closet and looked for a proper outfit for a date that was 5 hours away. That's when his received a text. He thought for a moment that you were gonna cancel on him but to his relief it was Tim.

Tim reminded him about his flight tomorrow to LA in the early morning. He had to do an interview on Jimmy Fallon again with Jamie, Sadie, and Joe. Then after, celebrate with Jamie and the others. But now that he was able to see you again. He didn't want to go. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with you before he was off again to a different show or whatever Con he was booked to go to.

-

After you hung up you sunk to the break room floor. You had been walking around trying to calm yourself when you were talking to him. You could not believe this was happening. You wished someone would punch you in the face so that you could wake up from this dream. When Brenda came in to check on you. You explained to her what just happened and what you were thinking. That's when she leaned down and smacked the shit out of you.

You gasped as your head turned from the slap and your eyes watered. You looked back at her. Not believing she actually just hit you.

"See hun your fine. This is really happening. And you have a date with Joseph fucking Quinn. Now get your ass up and get back to work."

You nodded and got up still in shock.

Holy shit I'm having dinner with Joseph fucking Quinn.

...

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