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wolfsclothing6 · 10 months

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Well well well....One lucky fellow has contacted me and said that he is currently a bearish guy that has muscle but he wants to be more. He really wants to push that bear body of his to the max and I’m all for it. So all I can say is just wit for it. The things of change are about to set in on you and a new further awaits.

So first things first. I know that you have a prized set of abs. But those don’t really say bear to me. So those have to go. I’ll give you one last night with them. But after that you’ll never have them again. I’ll make sure of that. From this day forward you’re going to struggle to keep the pounds off. You wake up in the morning and you feel your muscle aching from the workout the day before. You stumble to the bathroom only to realize that your stomach has a slight bloat to it and you hear your stomach growl. Lucky for you your kitchen has been stocked with high protein high fat foods that guaranteed to pack on the pounds. You’re going to find that your body now naturally flexes to show the muscles that is growing. You make it to the gym and find that you have nothing to wear expect your speedo but somehow that seems like normal gym wear for you now.

Hair seems to be traveling across our body now. Even after just a day you can tell your body had changed dramamtically. You start to wonder if you should have asked for your bear body to be pushed to max. You’re on you way home and your hunger intensifies to the point that you have to stop for fast food. You shove the greasey burgers in your now bearded fast but the food doesn’t seem like it can get in you fast enough. You get home after demolishing 3 burgers but that only finished you appetite a little. You get to your kitchen and make a protein shake or 4 and slam them back in one long gulp. Now that your hunger is gone you feel tired to the point that you just want to fall asleep in the kitchen. Still dripping sweat from the gym. You make it to the living room and crash on the leather sofa on now realizing how amazing the leather smells against your sweaty hairy skin. You quickly fall asleep. As you sleep your body changes more. Softening edges to you muscles. Hair thickening in all places of your body. You iq even starts to diminish. Loosing a point here and there. By the time the morning comes you’ve lost 10 points leaving you at 115 iq. You roll over on the couch forgetting your not in your bed and fall to the floor with a loud thud. You manage to sit up and looking down notice that you belly sticks out further now resting on your lap. The hair has definitely thicken and has even started sprouting over the tops of your feet which now look bigger than they did before.

Just like the day before you get the intense hunger. Making it to the kitchen you demolish it making a high protein breakfast topped with several protein shakes. You catch a huff of your body. Dropped sweat thanks to the added heft making you work harder at simple tasks. And now that you slept on the couch. Leather. Something you never though would make you horned up. But you were hard. But your growing body demanded you workout. Pleasures had to come later. You get to your car noticed only now that you had the clothes on from the night before. And no shoes. Looking down you wiggle your hairier toes and almost right before you eyes you can see more hair sprouting on them. You’re shoes definitely won’t be fitting them anymore. You look to you right and see a pair of slip on shandals. They are a tight fit. But they will work. Good thing it’s weight day. Who are you kidding. Cardio isn’t for a body like your anymore. You look in the rear view mirro to leave only joe noticing that you bald. But where that hair fell out it all seems to have landed on your back as you can see hair going over to it shoulders and poking up from behind. You make it to the gym and your already sweating again. When you’re working out you hear some of the other meat heads making comments about the hairy beef that you are now. It instantly angers you and you threaten to beat them if they don’t stop. After that run in you made quick work of the rest of workout. You make it back to the car and right when you are getting in you slip as you sandal breaks under the increased size of your foot. You leave it on the ground and speed away. You’re so hungry that you follow the same pattern you did the previous day. Only this time you get 6 burgers and cram them into for bearded face. You too if off with 3 large cokes. By the time you get home your belly is rounded than ever but your still hungry and continue to consume the protein shakes that you know will undoubtedly make you beefier than you were before. You know you wanted your bear body pushed to the max but you begin to the feel that this is too much. Your shoes don’t fit you anymore. And you haven’t stopped sweating since this started. You pull out your phone to message the person that is making all these changes happen to you but you find the phone is really hard to use for some reason. You struggle to operate the small object with your big bear hands. Hair now spreading over the backs of them. You didn’t know it but over the course of say you’re iq dininished even more. Now at 105. After finding the phone too complicated to work you try to find the number written down in the living room but you get distracted watching a body building show on tv. Now even noticing that your own muscles are swelling more as well. You fall asleep on the couch in a puddle of your own sweat.

That night you dreamt of the ansimlle life. One where thinking didn’t really need to be done and you were only good for one thing. Lifting and eating. You remember having a conversation with a man and telling him how you wanted to be HUGE. A mirror in front of you and your reflection is too big to fit in the mirror. You’re happy. Why would you want to stop the change. As you sleep you having your simple dreams your iq drops even lower. More rapid this time leaving you at 85 when the sun touches your bearded face. You slept sitting up through the night and when waking up you see nothing but hair. And big boulder gut. You hear an inhuman growl coming from it and putting your hand on you belly you can feel the growl coming from hunger. Again you destroy the kitchen. You’re almost out of protein you find as you eating more and more. Fueling your body to blimp our even more. You go to the bathroom turning sideways to get into the room and see that not only are you bigger. You seem to have aged several years over night. You had to be in you late 40s now.

By now the diminished iq is making these changes easier to accept. You love being a huge guy. That’s why you’re always inspired to eat and lift more and more. You go to the bar down the road where you there is always some bikers. You just wanted some beer to fill the tank that is your gut. He was working on his 7th beer when he realized that everyone in the bar was looking at him with lustful eyes. Then it occurred to him that he was only wearing shirts. And muscles glistening from sweat with matted hair. It didn’t help that the bar was like a sauna. He was welcomed to the bar again the following day and this time was asked to show up in proper leathers by the bears that drank there. Only problem was that there weren’t really any leathers that could fit the Massive bulk that he was. By the end of the week you have changed and aged even more. The gym being in the past but still your body maintains the incredible bulk that you had. Only now you look to be 60 and as hairy as ever. Country and leather is life for you now.

Now that your bear body has been pushed to the limits you’ll find that life is more interesting for you now. You’ll always have problems finding shoes and you’ll always be a sweaty man smelling of leather now. And I think that you give HUGE a new definition. So what do you think ?

@kinky-mans-blog

#male transformation #age progression #weight gain #hairy #belly #gay bear #bear

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cosmicdream222 · 14 days

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Some of my manifestations from last week (with photos)

Surprise gifts

My bestie A and I regularly update each other with about our daily plan for affirming etc to keep each other accountable. I said I was manifesting VIP treatment, put on some subs and affirmed while I was making breakfast (yes I’m not a morning person and make breakfast at nearly noon 😭)

Not even a half hour later, I received a surprise delivery from Amazon:

My friend L, who lives out of state, sent me food and new bowls for the stray cats I feed, and treats for my cats (Stella & Panini are my cats’ names 😹)

VIP treatment

That evening I worked a brand ambassador gig that I booked only a couple days before. I’ve been avoiding working as much as possible lately lol but this one was nearby and paid well. It happened to be a giveaway event partnering with a local radio station and ended up being fun. One of the radio DJs was there, and me as the sponsor brand representative was given the same level of VIP treatment as the radio DJ! There was an event coordinator who basically did all the work and I just got to stand around looking pretty and getting paid for it. 😭

Gift card

After work I got home and found another package from my friend L with a gift card for me 💕

More cat food

A few days later, my neighbor left a huge box of cat food at my door. My cats are getting more spoiled than me 😂

An air fryer

This one is cool because I specifically wanted to manifest this. I had heard about air fryers for a while now and it seemed like something I would use, but I didn’t really feel the need to buy one. A couple weeks ago I was at Trader Joe’s with my mom and the cashier was saying how much he loooved his air fryer and telling me all the things I could make with it. I decided that moment I would just manifest one eventually, and forgot about it.

So the other day my mom comes to pick me up for a family lunch and she has a huge box in her hands - an air fryer?? She says jokingly “happy birthday” - my birthday isn’t for another 4 months! She said she just felt like I needed one 🤷🏻‍♀️

It’s so cute and I’ve already used it a couple times 💕

Attention from sp

Soo I have this crush-type guy we’ll call D. He’s one of my best friends and we’ve talked nearly every day for 3 years. I can talk to him about anything, including all things supernatural and shifting. We have admitted to having feelings for each other, and even had “online boyfriend” vibes for a while, but we live in different states, and he didn’t want to do long distance. I was sad and anxious about it for a while, but since I found out about loa and shifting, I realized none of it mattered and I could just shift to a reality where we’re together already 😂

Anyway I had become detached and stopped really thinking about him in a romantic way for a while. However, I realized since I basically didn’t care and wasn’t thinking about him, he was becoming distant in response. We hadn’t been really flirty or romantic in a few months, and I hadn’t even talked to him in a week, which was unusual. Although I wasn’t anxious about it or anything, I was still missing talking to one of my best friends. So I just started assuming he would go back to blowing up my phone all day, and I sent him some mental telepathy messages about what I wanted.

Monday morning he messaged me apologizing for being distant. He had been traveling for spring vacation and took a break from his phone. He then basically spent the whole week trying to make up for it, being super attentive, listening to my long ramblings about my void and shifting progress, sending me selfies every day, being more sweet and romantic than he had been in months, and kept telling me how pretty I was 🥰

Losing a follower LOL

This is just a funny one to round out my list. I hadn’t been on tumblr in a bit, and when I went to check my asks, I saw I had 556 followers. I thought “darn I missed the angel number, haha maybe someone will unfollow me so I can get the screenshot.” Not 5 min later when I went to look again, it had happened, and I got the screenshot 😂

(Up to 558 now thank you all 💕)

#manifesting #manifesting success #loa

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filthyjoetini · 10 months

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Love is in the Air(BnB)

a/n: Part 7! Sorry it took me so long..also, this is the last part of this story but there will be an epilogue! Yay! Thank you again to @barfightzanddiscolightz for being so patient with me and your time and effort and friendship, I looove youu. And THANK YOU, my loves, for reading. I never could’ve imagined that this little idea of mine would become this big. I loved receiving your feedback and your messages. Anyway, enjoy!

warnings: just so many emotions. Don’t get whiplash!

wordcount: 5k

part 1 - Friday night - part 2 - Saturday - part 3 - Sunday - part 4 - Monday - part 5 - Tuesday - part 6 - Wednesday - Epilogue

Thursday

Yawning, you toyed with the sausages and baked beans of the full English breakfast that Wesley had treated you to on your final morning at his and Joe’s flat. Occasionally, you’d take a bite of the food in front of you. You hadn’t slept at all last night, too afraid to miss precious time with Joe. The man in question was sitting beside you, silently watching you play with your food, nibbling on a fried mushroom.

Joe had fallen asleep rather quickly after a sweet kiss goodnight and yet another promise that you’d make it work. You guessed that dealing with your doubts must be very exhausting for him, so you decided to just watch him sleep. Occasionally, he would mumble in his sleep and even form fully comprehensible sentences. Some of them were odd and made no sense at all whilst others were just plain out funny. You had to pull yourself together so you wouldn’t laugh out loud. Most of the time, he slept peacefully, and you liked to think that your gentle touch through his hair and comforting back rubs played a role.

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you set down the fork next to your plate and ran both of your hands down your face.

“Everything alright, love?”, asked Wesley, his mouth full of baked beans.

“Yeah…sorry, I’m just not that hungry, but the food is delicious.", you replied apologetically.

Wesley swallowed down his bite of food and smiled at you compassionately. As you looked at his kind face, guilt washed over you because you knew how much effort he had put into the breakfast you had silently watched him prepare. Determined not to disappoint him, you picked up your fork again and forcefully stabbed a whole sausage with it, quickly biting off half of it. Joe raised an eyebrow at you, stifling a laugh, whilst Wesley couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Hey, you don’t need to force yourself to eat it.”, Wesley explained, still chuckling after you had swallowed your bite of sausage. “If you want, we can pack it into a container so you can take it with you and eat it on the plane.”

You nodded curtly and set down your cutlery once more, pushing your plate away from you and instead picking up your morning tea, gingerly bringing it to your lips.

“OK.”, Wesley announced after he had cleared his plate, rising from the chair. “I have to leave soon…oh come on, love, no, no, no…no sad faces right now.”, he chided you softly when he noticed your teary eyes and downturned lips. Joe immediately leaned over from his chair and placed a gentle kiss to your temple, tenderly resting his hand atop yours, which was now gripping the table’s edge. He soothingly rubbed your hand, trying to get you to relax your grip. Eyes unfocused, you stared blankly at the wall across the table. You weren't ready to say goodbye to Wesley just yet; you needed more time.

Wesley, whose face was now also reflecting sadness, knelt beside you and lightly tapped his finger on your thigh. Slowly, you blinked, refocusing your gaze, and turned to face him. His hand now fully rested on your thigh, gently squeezing it.

“Love, believe me. This is hard for me too.”, he explained, a faint smile gracing his lips. “I mean, I gained a new bestie in a few short days. That doesn't happen often, you know. I’m so very glad I got to meet you, which is why I got you a little something. If you’ll follow me.”

Removing his hand from your thigh, Wesley stood up, extending his hand towards you. You looked at him, then at Joe, who managed to make you let go of the table. Now, your hand was in Joe's, his thumb tenderly caressing the side of yours. When you met his gaze, he nodded softly, released your hand, and got up as well.

“Go on. I’ll take care of the dishes.”, he said, placing another kiss on your temple before starting to clear the table. You slowly rose from your chair, placing your hand in Wesley's open palm. He gently led you out of the kitchen and into the hallway, eventually stopping in front of the commode adorned with the various photographs that hung on the wall above it. Letting go of your hand, he opened the top drawer and pulled out a small envelope. He quickly shut the drawer again and slowly turned to face you, soft smile still playing on his lips as he held out the envelope to you.

“Here, this is for you.”

Gingerly, you took it from his fingers and slowly opened it. Inside were several photographs, which you carefully extracted and examined one by one.

The first one captured the lively night at the pub when you first met Joe and Wesley's friends. It showed you twirling and laughing with Becky and Dan whilst Felix, Jack, and Oliver were pictured behind you, gulping down their pints. Standing out amongst them was Joe, whose eyes were filled with adoration as he watched you. The next photo displayed the group’s broad smiles on the day at the lake, taken by Wesley using his phone’s self-timer. It was a fantastic shot. The third photo depicted you and Joe, cuddled up and sleeping on the sofa. You had been illuminated only by the hallway's ceiling light; the rest of the room shrouded in darkness.

You looked up at Wesley with a raised eyebrow to which he just shrugged and giggled.

“You both looked adorable. I couldn’t resist.”

You playfully shoved his shoulder, then shifted your attention to the last photograph. It captured Joe and you in a tight embrace at the pub the previous night, your heads resting on each other, as you were swaying gently. Somehow, Wesley had managed to capture just the two of you, with everyone else vanishing from around you.

You stared at the picture for what felt like an eternity when you noticed a few droplets forming on its glossy surface. Gingerly, you brought your free hand to your face, tracing the stream of tears with your fingertips. Wesley, who had been watching you intently, now engulfed you in his arms, holding you close to his chest.

A faint sob escaped your body and Wesley tried to calm you down, gently rubbing your back and shushing you softly.

“Tha-ha-nk yo-uh-hu…I’m…go-ho-nna mi-hi-ss you so-ho mu-hu-hu-huuuch.”, you cried into his chest, and he let you, continuing to stroke your back. You had tried so hard not to cry but to you, goodbyes were one of the worst things to go through and always resulted in you breaking out in tears.

Once your sobs had somewhat subsided, Wesley released his embrace and took the photos from your hand, returning them to the envelope. He placed it on the commode, then took your hands in his.

With tear-streaked cheeks, you finally looked up at him, noticing the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, which he managed to hold back. You silently wished you were as strong as him but here you were, a blubbering mess instead.

“You’re very welcome.”, he replied, swallowing hard. “I’m gonna miss you too…so much.” He turned to face the wall above the commode and spoke again. “By the way, I made copies of the pictures…well only of three of them…I can’t hang the one of you lovebirds on the sofa on the wall for everyone to see. It's a bit too intimate.”

Following his gaze, you saw three new additions to the photo wall. Sniffling, you let out a choked laugh at his reasoning, understanding the significance. It was an incredibly personal moment, and you were grateful he had captured it, even if Joe and you had been oblivious to it.

“There it is…”, Wesley smiled and hugged you once more. “I’m gonna miss that smile… can I share one more secret with you?

You nodded softly, and Wesley brought his lips to your ear.

"My loneliness wasn't the only reason I rented out Joe's room.", he confessed, prompting you to lean back and look at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't give me that look. It's not that bad... well, maybe it is a little bad, but hear me out, okay? So, yes, I was feeling lonely, but the money thing was a complete lie. I'm not struggling financially. The truth is, Joe has been miserable in his love life for a while. His dates never end the way he hopes. Most women figured out who he was and only wanted one thing from him. Sure, he had his fair share of flings, but as his best mate, I knew he wanted something more serious. I tried to help him, set him up on more dates, and we even tried countless dating apps. Nothing worked. Eventually, he gave up.”, he explained as you stood there, still in his embrace, shocked and feeling sorry for Joe. You couldn't imagine how challenging it must have been for him, knowing that women were only interested because of his newfound fame.

“So, you listed the room on AirBnB? Out of all places?”, you asked incredulously.

“Yes. I mean. I had a plan. Besides, I received numerous inquiries. I went through all of them, and then I saw you, and it felt perfect."

“Jesus Christ, Wesley.”, you scolded, wriggling out of his arms. “This could have gone in a completely different direction, you know."

“But it didn’t.”, he replied, sporting a smug grin.

“No, it didn’t…which is crazy.”, you agreed.

“Look, I noticed Joe's interest after your brief interaction the night you met. I just had to work my magic."

You rolled your eyes at him and eventually pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.”, he retorted, returning your hug. "Just one thing, don't say a word to Joe about this, or he'll tear me a new arsehole.

“OK. I won’t tell him. But you definitely deserve a new one.”, you giggled softly, releasing a deep sigh.

Wesley let go of you and clapped his hands together.

“I’m really sorry, love. But I have to get going. My boss won't be pleased if I'm late for work again.”, he pouted, beckoning you into one more hug.

“I’m gonna miss you, Wes.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, love. Have a safe flight, and text me once you've landed.”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes once more, but Wesley shook his head, planting a tender kiss on your now dried cheek, then releasing you for the final time.

“Take care.”

“You too.”

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After Wesley had closed the door behind him, Joe enveloped you in an embrace from behind, and you leaned back into his chest.

“Are you alright?”

“Not really.”, you confessed, and he nodded, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You both stood there for a few minutes, motionless, until you finally spoke up.

“I have to finish packing my things.”

Joe nodded and hesitantly let go of you, taking your hand and leading you into his bedroom where your open suitcase and backpack were on the floor. Sighing, you eyed them warily.

"I'll go grab my toiletries. Baby, would you mind putting the rest of my clothes back in my suitcase? I'd appreciate it.”, you asked Joe with a defeated tone. Nodding, he approached the bed where a few items of clothing and two pairs of shoes were still laid out. He carefully picked up the shoes and placed them inside the netted compartment of your suitcase. You observed him for a moment, then turned and walked off to the bathroom.

Grabbing your washbag, you collected your scattered belongings, finding your hairbrush in the soap dish of the bathtub alongside your razor. Half of your lotions, face creams, and other skincare products, as well as your makeup, were scattered across the sink and floor. It took you ten minutes and two more searches through the cabinets and drawers until you were certain you had everything.

Closing your washbag, you returned to Joe's room to find him standing inside your suitcase with a huge grin on his face. You stopped dead in your tracks, raising an eyebrow and gaping at him in bewilderment. Shaking your head, you couldn't help but snort.

“What are you doing, Joe?”, you asked with a light chuckle, taking slow steps in his direction.

“I packed up the last of your things. Now all you gotta do is zip it up. If I curl up in a foetal position, you might be able to smuggle me through airport security.”, he explained animatedly. You took one more step forward, stood on your tiptoes and placed a soft peck to his lips.

“Oh, how I wish I could do that.”

Taking his hands in yours, you gently tugged at them, making him step out of the suitcase. As his feet touched the ground again, he leaned down slightly, capturing your lips in another tender kiss.

“I need to call a cab soon, my flight’s at 1:00 PM and it’s already 9:30 AM.”, you said, pulling away from the kiss. Kneeling down on one knee, you brought the suitcase closer, placed your washbag inside, and zipped it up.

“You don’t need to call a cab. I can drive you to the airport.”, Joe sweetly offered, helping you up from the floor and pulling your suitcase up as well.

“No, baby, you don’t have to do that.”, you politely declined, putting on your denim jacket and checking your trouser pockets for your phone, “Besides, didn’t you have an interview scheduled for this afternoon?”

“I cancelled it. Said I had a family emergency.”, he casually confessed. Your mouth fell open and your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at his nonchalant admission.

“Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn! You shouldn’t have done that. You can’t just put your life on hold because of me.”, you berated him, placing your hands on your hips. Joe initially looked incredulous, not expecting such a reaction, but upon seeing your flared nostrils and furrowed brows, he burst into laughter.

“I mean it! Don’t laugh at me!”

“You’re adorable, darling.”, he commented on your anger, taking the two steps that were in between you to close the distance. “Besides, right now, you and the limited time I have left to spend with you are more important than some silly magazine interview."

His lips were now mere millimetres away from yours and his arms wrapped around your waist. You released a shuddered breath, your anger melted away to be replaced with new tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Softly, he hushed you, moving one hand to your face, delicately wiping away the unshed tears from your eyes down your cheeks and sealing his caress with his plump lips against yours.

In all the years you had spent on this planet, no one had gone out of their way for you like Joe had done multiple times these past few days. And that fact showed you how much he already cared for you. It was just very overwhelming for you to accept even the tiniest and most common gestures.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from his lips and cleared your throat, averting your eyes and looking down at your hands.

“Thank you.”, you whispered softly. “And sorry for chiding you.”

Chuckling softly, Joe shook his head and bent down to pick up your backpack, swiftly slinging it over his shoulder.

“It’s fine…go put on your shoes. We have to leave in five minutes otherwise you’re gonna miss your flight.”

At first, you didn’t move a muscle. Missing your flight seemed like a great idea, but then Joe moved behind you, placed his hands on your shoulders, and shoved you towards the hallway.

“Wait! I need to say bye to your bedroom!”

He rolled his eyes and went back to get your suitcase.

“Fine. I’ll wait by the door.”

He grabbed your suitcase by the handle and pulled it behind him to the bedroom door, playfully slapping your bum as he passed you, causing you to yelp softly.

“Idiot.”, you muttered under your breath, then turning to take one last look at his bedroom. You would miss his incredibly comfortable bed, which was ten times better than yours at home. And you would miss his so called “organised chaos”. But most of all, you would miss the time spent together in this very room. With a sigh, you turned and walked out of his room, closing the door behind you. Just as you were about to make your way down the hallway, the open living room door caught your attention. Glancing at Joe, who was now impatiently waiting by the front door and tapping his wrist, you nodded towards the living room, asking permission to say goodbye to it as well. He rolled his eyes once more, and you peeked inside the living room, soft smile on your face.

“Goodbye, living room. I will miss you.”, you said, then turned to the sofa, feigning disgust. "Although I won't miss you. You evil piece of furniture."

You heard a snort coming from down the hallway, followed by a whiny voice.

“Babe. Come oooon! It’s 10 o’clock! We have to go now.”

“OK, fine. I’m coming. Just tell me to my face that you want to get rid of me.”, you replied, exaggeratingly stomping towards him, crouching down, and deliberately putting on your shoes at an extra slow pace.

“Yes. Please. I can't stand having you around and taking up Wes's and my space any longer.”, he deadpanned, grabbing your hand and opening the door, practically dragging you out of the flat. You then rushed down the stairwell and out of the house to one of the parking spaces on the street where his car was parked.

He placed your suitcase in the boot before climbing into the driver’s seat and handing you your backpack.

“You ready?”

“No.”

“OK. Let’s go.”

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Hand in hand with Joe, you patiently stood in the short queue at your airline's check-in counter, waiting to drop off your luggage. You thanked whoever was up in the sky that online check-in existed in these times you were living in because London’s traffic had once again proven to be a nightmare. It took you a gruelling hour and 15 minutes to reach London City Airport from his flat, and time was slowly but surely ticking away. You were well aware that in a couple of minutes you had to say goodbye to Joe and the uncertainty, not knowing when you would see him again, weighed heavily on your mind.

“…thank you. Here’s your receipt.”, the lady at the counter, whose professional smile showed a trace of sympathy, spoke to you, holding out your passport and receipt for you to take. Your mind being elsewhere, you didn’t notice that she was talking to you. Joe smiled at her and took your documents, exiting the queue to your left. As London City Airport was relatively small, you knew that taking the escalators upstairs would lead you directly to airport security. However, you weren't ready to go just yet because it meant leaving Joe behind.

Joe led you away from the bustling crowd, finding a quiet corner, his face displaying a sad smile. Seeing him like this almost made you break down on the spot. He spoke to you, but his words didn't register as you just saw him holding up his hand towards you, signalling for you to wait a moment. It finally sank in that this was it; you had to say goodbye. Your flight would start boarding in an hour. Shit - this means I only have 15 minutes to say goodbye to him. I’m not ready. No. No. Please. I am not ready!

Unaware of your inner turmoil, Joe had one hand rummaging through his pocket, his forehead creased in concentration, and his tongue peeked out from between his lips. You were blanky staring at him, tears burning in your eyes and lips trembling.

With a soft ahh he pulled something out from his trousers’ pocket and held it up in front of your face. Refocusing your eyes, you saw a delicate golden necklace, but what caught your attention was what dangled from it. You glanced at Joe’s hand and sure enough, his favourite ring was missing. The bulky sterling silver ring provided a striking contrast to the slender chain.

Your lips quivered and he motioned wordlessly for you to turn around which you did instantly. Once he had closed the clasp and laid the necklace gently against your skin, you turned around, covering your face with your hands as tears now silently flowed down your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t have, Joe.”, you mumbled into your hands. “This is your favourite ring.”

“And you’re my favourite person, so it’s only right that you keep it.”, he pulled you into his arms and you slung yours around his neck tightly, leaning up to press your lips against his. Suddenly, you felt a cool sensation on your arms and pulled back slightly to look up at who you now certainly could call the most important person in your life. He also had tears spilling down his face as he fought to hold back a trembling sob.

“Baby.”, you cooed softly trough your tears, pecking his lips again. “Thank you so much. I’m gonna wear it every day…I’m really sorry, I don’t have anything to give to you.”

“You don’t have to.”, he whispered back, his voice filled with tenderness. “Spending the past few days with you was enough to fill me with happiness. I will cherish every second right here.” He took one arm from around you and placed it over his heart, smiling softly through his tears, causing you to sob even harder.

Placing both hands on either side of your face, he drew you in for another deep, passionate kiss, caressing the apples of your cheeks with his thumbs. You kissed him back, leaving both his and your lips slightly swollen. Pulling back slightly, Joe whispered against your lips.

“Wanna know a secret?”

You nodded in response.

“I really, really like like you and I’m gonna miss you so so much.”

Sniffling, you nodded again, opening your mouth slightly to speak against his lips.

“Wanna know a secret too?”

Now it was his turn to nod, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I really, really like like you too and I’m also gonna miss you so so much.”

You were now both smiling against each other’s lips, tears still streaming down your faces, leaving salty trails on your chins, and staining your shirts and the floor below.

“Good thing we’re on the same page.”, Joe uttered, removing one of his hands from your face and wiping his with the sleeve of his thin jumper. “Otherwise, I might have had to take back my ring.”

You shook your head at his statement, pulling him closer to you again. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and moved his other hand, that was still on your face, to wipe away your tears.

“Come one, darling. Time to go upstairs.”

You nodded softly and he let go of you, taking your hand in his once more. Slowly, you two made your way up the escalators to where the queue for checking the boarding passes started. Joe pulled you aside once more, holding your hands in his.

“This is it.”, he started, and you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Please call me when you’ve landed. If you forget, I will take the next flight and personally make sure you got home safely.”

You tilted your head to the side, a quaint smile forming on your lips.

“Is that a promise?”

“Babe. No. It should be a threat.”, he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Sounds like a promise, though.”

“Shush, I’m not finished yet.”, he hushed you, letting go of your hands and briefly covering your mouth with his hand. “Please call me.”

You nodded, and he continued.

“I promise, I’m gonna call you every day. We can FaceTime. I love FaceTiming, even when I'm abroad for work, which will be soon. I'm heading to the United States for some conventions, and then I'll be filming my next major film in Morocco - Gladiator 2, baby! Can you believe it? But I'll call you whenever I can, even if it's the middle of the night for me or the early hours of the day. We'll make it work.”, he rambled, his hand still covering your mouth. It was kind of cute, listening to his word vomit.

You gingerly removed his hand from your lips and tenderly held it in yours.

“We also need to finish watching Stranger Things.”, you declared, glancing up at him, searching for his warm chocolate eyes.

“Oh, yes. We can schedule FaceTime dates and watch Stranger Things together.”, he smiled and nodded softly, leaning down to give your lips another peck. Just as he pulled away, your phone vibrated in your pocket, signalling that your flight would begin boarding soon. A lump formed in your throat. This was now it. This was goodbye. Overwhelmed, you couldn't hold back your emotions any longer. They had been building up inside of you for the better part of the last 24 hours and you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your body shook violently with sobs and Joe pulled you into his chest, swaying you gently. Kissing your forehead, he whispered that everything’s going to be OK. You nodded stiffly against his pecs trying to regain composure. Giving yourself a couple of moments to even out your erratic breathing, you swallowed hard.

“I have to go now.”, you croaked out and Joe nodded against your hair. He cupped your face for one final time, placing the sweetest, most emotionally charged kiss on your lips, which you returned with equal fervour.

Pulling back, he kissed the side of your mouth, your cheek, and finally your temple before grudgingly letting go of you completely, leading you to the end of the queue. He stood beside you until your boarding card was checked and you were guided through the gate to join another queue for the security check. He gave you one final peck, and then you were out of his reach.

Joe had moved to a corner where he could still see you slowly advancing towards the luggage and body scanners. He was rubbing at his face, wiping away his tears and sniffling loudly, but kept his eyes trained on you and you did the same. With every second step you took, you would turn around and search his face. When it was time to turn the corner, you saw Joe blow you a kiss, which you caught and pressed against your chest. Returning the gesture, you blew a kiss back, and he even made a locking motion over his heart. You snorted softly, a small smile forming on your lips as you shook your head and waved one last time before disappearing behind the wall.

Joe watched you vanish around the corner, your hand still up and waving with that smile on your lips he had grown to adore, his hand still mid-air. He lingered there for about ten minutes before an airport staff member informed him that he couldn't stay in that area and asked him to return to the check-in hall. He apologised profusely and swiftly made his way down the escalator by himself when his phone chimed in his pocket. He took it out and saw a new WhatsApp message from you. You had made it through security and were now on your way to the gate. He smiled down at your message and immediately responded with a string of heart emojis, asking you to keep him updated.

He decided to leave the airport only once your flight had taken off, so he walked over to the waiting area and sat down on one of the seats. Whilst waiting for another update from you, his mind raced. He calculated dates and made mental adjustments, opening his calendar app to confirm his thoughts. Bingo. He was right. He quickly opened his contacts, scrolling through until he found this one particular person he was looking for.

Just as he was about to press the call button you updated him once more that you had boarded the plane which was now taxiing toward the runway and that you already missed him terribly. He replied that he missed you too and wished you the safest flight of all flights that had ever taken place and finished it off with the kissy-face emoji. You quickly sent one back yourself, informing him that you were switching to airplane mode now.

His last reply which read: “OK. Please call me when you’ve landed. You promised.”, showed only one tick, indicating that your phone was now truly in airplane mode. Sighing, Joe closed WhatsApp and returned to his contacts and pressed the call button.

He stood up slowly from the row of seats, making his way toward the exit of the airport and the car park. Joe almost hung up after the fourth ring when suddenly, the person he was looking for, answered the phone.

“Hey, Alex. Are you busy? No?...Good. Uhm, I just checked my calendar and realised I have nothing scheduled after wrapping up my new project…keep it that way.”

THE END

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Love - J.K

this is one of my favourite imagines i’ve ever written i’m not even lying, it’s short but sweet- enjoy loves <3

FOR CONTEXT- THE BABIES NAME IS LOCKIE okay idk why i find that name so cute.

Joe woke up to silence. usually, he would be woken up by little fingers slapping his face, or with you playing with his hair, but today it was nothing. he sat up and looked around, seeing that you were still sleeping peacefully next to him. he watched as the covers on top of you moved up and down with each breath you took. he was so in love with you. he decided you needed sleep and went to check on the little girl who slept in the room next door to yours.

he walked into the bedroom and saw her laying calmly on her stomach, the baby pink blanket on top of her and the little rabbit under her arm, cuddled into her side. he smiled as he watched his little girls eyes flutter open when she heard the door open. she smiled with her dummy in her mouth and sat up slightly. her brunette hair was dishevelled from her moving around in her sleep. he walked over to her crib and leaned over. she looked up at him with big eyes as she reached up for him. “good morning pretty girl” he whispered as he picked her up. she wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her cheek as she leaned her face on his shoulder.

“you sleep well angel?” he spoke, giving her a cuddle before he leant back down to grab her teddy and blanket and took her downstairs so he could make her some breakfast. she was the most perfect little girl. his love for her had only grown since the day she was born. she was his favourite person and he was hers. she was only a year old and she loved him so much. he sat her in her high chair and started making her banana pancakes. she was in her high chair, clapping as she watched the cartoon on his phone which was rested on her high chair feeding table.

he watched as she giggled at the phone and his smile widened. once the pancakes were done, he mashed them up so she could feed them to herself. he put them into a bowl and took the phone off of the feeding table, knowing that she would fist the food into her mouth and all over the table instead of them staying in the bowl. he watched her as she ate as he cleaned up the pan and cutlery he used and she smiled at him as she ate. she finished her food and Joe took the bowl from her and wiped her mouth and hands with a cloth after seeing the mess she had created. she turned her head to the stairs when she heard the bedroom door close and you walked down the stairs. she squealed when she saw your smiling face and reached up for you. Joe took off the feeding table, making it easier for you to pick her up.

“mama” she shouted when you picked her up and she cuddled into you. “good morning my sweet girl” you said, kissing all over her face making her laugh. Joe watched the scene unfold in front of him and his heart swelled. his two favourite girls in the whole entire world were standing in front of him. you stopped giving her kisses, giving her time to breathe between laughs. you laughed with her and walked over to Joe, giving him a quick kiss before he pulled you both in for a hug. “good morning” he said, kissing you on the head, you hummed a response before speaking up. “do you think it would be bad of me to ask if we can all go back to bed?” you said, your body leaning against his. he shook his head ‘no’ and pulled out of the hug.

“we should go back to bed” he said, laughing a bit at the request. you watched as he picked up Lockie’s teddy and blanket and you both made your way upstairs. you felt Lockie lean her head against your shoulder as her eyes fluttered shut. Lockie could sleep at any point in the day and still go to bed on time. during the night, it was unusual for her to wake up and you were both so lucky to have a daughter who slept. you walked into your bedroom, seeing Joe getting the bed ready for Lockie to go in the middle of you. “no” you whispered, trying not to wake her. he looked up at you, confused as to why you said no. “i want to keep her on me” you said, a light blush creeping up on your cheeks. he smirked and got into bed, putting his arm out for you to crawl into him, making it a massive family cuddle.

you guys laid in silence, listening to your daughters breathing. she was the most beautiful baby you had ever seen. her hand was grabbing ahold of your necklace, a thing she had always done since she was little. you ran a hand through her hair and the other up and down her back. you were so in love with your little family. “i love you both so much” Joe whispered, a hand reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “i love you more” you replied, pouting your lips for him to lean down and kiss you, which he did. you were both silent for a little longer before you decided to close your eyes and get some sleep for yourself. Joe shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. you both slept, happiness filled your bodies as you listened to your daughter sleep. she was perfect and you both loved your little family so much.

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defleppardfan1 · 5 months

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When Love and Hate Collide: Chapter 3

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Y/N found herself holding her breath yet again as she stood in the awkward silence. In order to avoid eye-contact she looked at her feet and waited for the lift to finally stop. There wasn’t any talk between the two but Y/N could feel Joe’s eyes on her. Part of her wanted to talk to him and ask him why he disliked her so much. But the other part of her couldn’t muster the courage to make a sound.

After what felt like a year, the lift came to a stop in the lobby and Y/N waited for Joe to leave. As soon as he did, Y/N felt the tension roll away. Walking out before the doors closed again, Y/N made her way to the front entrance.

She had to pass the group heading to soundcheck on her way. As she did she heard them all say goodbye to her. Waving at them all she walked up to Malvin and asked if there was anything else he needed her to do. After getting the all clear she went on her way.

Finally she finished shopping. Making her way back to the bus, Y/N quickly unpacked everything as they would be staying on the bus that night and went inside the venue. She was very pleased that everything was within walking distance and she didn't have to go too far.

As she went inside she could hear all sorts of sounds as various roadies were doing the final preparations for the show. Y/N spotted Malvin quite quickly, making her way over to him.

“Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. Do you mind going backstage and making sure the boys have everything they need? Joe will need a few water bottles especially for his voice and the others may need one or two.” Malvin told her before pointing her in the right direction and walking away again.

Y/N put on a brave face and made her way backstage. It didn’t take too long to find the dressing rooms. They all had individual ones but there was a main green room as well. Knowing better than to just walk in, Y/N knocked on the door and waited to be let in.

It was only a few seconds before she heard Sav’s voice shouting permission for her to enter. She did so slowly. Once she was inside she shut the door again, noticing that there were four smiles in her direction.

Phil and Viv had their guitars on their laps, whilst Sav held his bass and Rick had a drumstick in his hand. It didn’t take too much for Y/N to realise that she had interrupted a rehearsal.

“Malvin just sent me back here to see if you guys needed anything before I get your water ready for the show.” She looked around at the boys, all but one gave her their full attention. The boys all shook their heads apart from Joe. Realising she would have to ask him separately, Y/N took a deep breath. Something she had been doing a lot around him.

“Joe?” She asked him. Much like that morning at breakfast, he lifted his head up at his name but refused to make eye contact. He just shook his head and went back to ignoring her. Nodding her head slightly, she informed them all that she would be back with their water for the show. She dreaded the next few hours where she would have to sit with them all in case they needed anything. She loved their company but with Joe there, there was always an air of tension, making everyone uncomfortable.

Y/N went to the store room that the venue had put aside for things to be held for the band and retrieved water for all the guys. Carrying them back in a crate, Y/N didn’t see someone walking towards her until the last minute. Bumping into them, Y/N started to apologise again, still not seeing who it was. All the bottles had fallen to the floor and she quickly crouched down to pick them up. The person in front of her hesitated before kneeling down to help her.

Sending them her thanks, Y/N looked up to see the one and only Joe Elliott. Internally face palming for bumping into him yet again, She apologised again before getting cut off.

“It’s fine.” Joe mumbled, “Let me just help you take these to the dressing room.” Although he offered, Y/N got from the tone of his voice that it was the last thing he wanted to be doing. Y/N just let him help her, not wanting to upset him anymore than she already seemed to. After they got all the bottles in the crate, Y/N went to pick them up but was stopped by Joe doing so.

“It’s obvious that if you carry these you’ll bump into someone again, so just let me.” Joe snapped at her. Having enough of his attitude towards her over the last two days, Y/N started talking before she could stop herself.

“Why do you hate me?” She asked him. Instantly regretting saying anything when she saw him roll his eyes.

“Not everyone always gets along, Little Miss Perfect.” Joe told her sharply. Ignoring the name calling, Y/N decided to push it further. If she was going to spend the next year with this man, then she at least needed to know why he was acting like this towards her.

“I know that” Y/N spoke trying to keep her voice calm, not showing him how nervous he was making her, “But I haven’t, to my knowledge, actually done anything to you to warrant this hostility.”

“Maybe not. I know what you are doing and I’m not going to let you do it.”

Y/N looked at him quizzically, “What am I doing?” She asked him.

“Don’t take me for a fool Miss Y/L/N. This must be great for you, travelling with rockstars, spending every minute with them. Just know that I’m never going to let you get too close.” Joe clenched his fists around the crate. Walking on ahead, leaving Y/N more confused than before.

Reluctantly, Y/N follows him to the dressing room. Their argument, if she could even call it that, had left her feeling sick almost, it was one thing not to like her, but another to accuse her of something, not telling her what it was.

The rest of the band could feel the thick air as the two walked back into the dressing room. Joe walked back out again, mumbling something about ‘finally going to the bathroom’ and Sav looked at Y/N for answers.

“Everything alright?” He asked her softly. He couldn’t and quite frankly didn’t want to, believe that his best friend could treat someone this way. Nodding her head, Y/N told him not to worry about it. Wanting him to just focus on their first show of the tour. Sav took this as an answer for now, knowing that he would have to find out more at some point for the sake of everybody on the tour.

The show went great, like always. Y/N went and watched from the side. This was her first Def Leppard show and she could only imagine if it was this great from backstage, then it must have been fantastic for the fans, surrounded by the atmosphere of the rest of the audience. She held the water on the side for all five of them, Joe coming to her twice for some water. Both times he nodded in thanks and left again straight after.

Y/N congratulated all of them as they finally left the stage after their encore. Joe walked straight past her but Sav and Viv gave her a sweaty hug and Phil and Rick walked with her as they went back to their dressing room. There was a set of showers down the corridor so all five went off to shower and Y/N waited for them before she would help escort them to the hotel. By help she meant, walk with them and try not to get trampled by fans.

Going back to the hotel had been a task but the band went to the hotel bar to celebrate. Not necessarily with alcohol but to unwind after the show. They had a few days before the next show, so one late night wouldn’t matter. Tomorrow the band will make their way to the next hotel and rest. Y/N let them all have time as a band, refusing Viv’s offer to join them and went upstairs to her room for an early night.

However, that didn’t quite go to plan. She couldn’t settle and decided that she would go for a short walk instead. She had a few hours before the hotel locked up for the night. Going downstairs, she hadn’t realised how stressed out she looked. The disagreement with Joe running through her head. As she left the lift, she saw Sav about to get in. When he saw her appearance however, he stopped her.

“Where’re you going?” He asked her, putting his hand on her arm in an attempt to comfort her.

“Just for a walk. I won’t be long.” She smiled at him.

“Mind if I join?” Sav knew there was something bothering her but didn’t know what. He also knew that LA wasn’t the safest alone at night and wanted to make sure she was alright. Y/N nodded at him and allowed him to walk alongside her. Not noticing a pair of eyes watching them leave.

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Request Part 3)

Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Part 3)

Warnings: Mentions of emesis (vomit), mentions of sex, mentions of labor, mentions of menstrual products.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ADULT THEMES DISCUSSED.

Author’s Note: Don’t hate me lol. I was going to leave this at three parts but there was some ground I wanted to cover. I will have one more part and that will officially be the end of this little series. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read this, love it, or reblog it. It means a lot to me. My inbox is open for requests for Joseph x reader or Eddie x reader, however, it may take me a few days to get them out as I have four in line. I’m sorry if this is not as good as the others but the last part will be the best. :)

Request: Could you write one where the reader and Joseph are trying for a baby? Could it be smut including unprotected sex? (I will put the rest of the request in part four—the last part now since I don’t want any spoilers lol) @thomas-ellis

Since you asked to be tagged dear! @kellysimagines

Another month had passed, making you an estimated twelve weeks pregnant. You documented every week with a picture of your still barely noticeable bump. Your morning sickness was at its peak, happening almost every morning. You usually climbed out of bed in a hurry, causing Joseph to jar out of his sleep, quick to come behind you and hold your hair back. You usually skipped breakfast which you knew you shouldn’t be doing but you couldn’t keep it down.

This morning was no different. You snapped out of your sleep, immediately feeling nauseated. You threw the cover back and sprung out of the bed. You barely made it before you began throwing up. This was your new morning routine. Just a minute later, Joseph was behind you pulling your hair back. Most men couldn’t tolerate it but he didn’t seem to mind it. He hated you were having morning sickness, the one symptom you wish you could have skipped.

You closed your eyes, flushing the commode before leaning back against the door again, the cold tile on the floor feeling comfortable in contrast to your warm body.

“Love, I’m so sorry.”, he sighed as he rubbed your shoulders.

“It’s fine.”, you coughed out as he handed you a towel.

“This is kind of my fault.”, he chuckled easily, trying to make you smile.

“It’s really okay, Joe.”, you smiled lightly, wiping your face with the towel before attempting to stand up.

He helped you stand up and you walked over to the vanity, eyeing yourself in the mirror. You looked rough but you felt even rougher. Today was your monthly appointment and you were glad you made it in the afternoon after how you were feeling. You all had been debating when to tell your all’s families. You were still hesitant, wanting to make sure everything was okay.

Joseph was going out of town in a few days for a week and this would give you an opportunity to decide when to tell them. Joseph had a bigger family that consisted of his mom, dad, brother, and two sisters. They liked to go out to dinner and on holidays so you all thought about a trip to break the news.

“Do you want anything to eat, love? A banana? Apples? Grapes? Toast?”, he listed a few things easy on your stomach.

“Just toast, Joe.”, you breathed easily as you began brushing your teeth.

“Anything on it?”, he asked.

You shook your head and he kissed your cheek before going downstairs. He was really encouraging you to eat something. You knew you needed to. But it was so hard when you always woke up sick every morning. You spit out your toothpaste before rinsing your mouth. You reorganized your side of the vanity before going downstairs to buy Joseph a couple of minutes to make his food before yours. You couldn’t stomach the smell.

After you felt satisfied, you made your way downstairs to see him getting your toast out of the toaster. He gave you two pieces, hoping you would eat them both. You smiled at him, appreciating his effort. He had already placed his breakfast on the table. You sat down at the table and he brought your toast over. He gave you some water to drink as he knew you didn’t want anything else.

You all talked through breakfast, excited to see the baby again and this time hopefully you’d be able to hear its heartbeat. You all wouldn’t know the gender of the baby for a few more weeks but you all had debated keeping it a surprise. It would be harder for the family to buy anything but sometimes ultrasound technicians were wrong. You were able to make it through one complete piece of toast, an accomplishment for you at this point.

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You sat in the doctor’s office once again. You checked in and sat back down beside Joseph. It was calmer today with just a couple of pregnant women. They were noticeably pregnant unlike you. This made you feel slightly awkward. Joseph picked up an expecting parent magazine, flipping through it to pass some time away while you all were waiting. You giggled at him easily as he raised an eyebrow at you playfully.

Thirty minutes passed before they called you back into the office. The nurse checked your weight and blood pressure, both normal. The nurse explained you had actually lost two pounds instead of gaining, raising slight concern in you and Joseph. You were asked about any new symptoms before the nurse instructed you to pee in a cup to make sure there were no early signs of gestational diabetes.

Dr.Bennett came in a few minutes after you had come back from the bathroom. She listened to your heart and lungs again, everything checking out. She asked if you had been having nausea and you explained to her it was every single morning with maybe an exception of one. She reassured you this was normal and the probable cause for losing a few pounds and not to worry right now. She prescribed you some Zofran to have at home to help alleviate that feeling of nausea.

This made you feel better. Dr.Bennett asked you to lay back and she felt your abdomen, measuring it easily. You were on track according to her. She asked if you needed anything else before sending the ultrasound technician in. You denied any further needs and she stated she would see you back in another month and for you to make another appointment at the front desk on your way out.

You went ahead and laid back on the table, anticipating what would happen next. Joseph smiled over at you as the door opened just seconds later. It was the same ultrasound technician you had last time. She once again squirted some of the cold gel on your stomach, causing cold chills to appear. Joseph took your hand as she began running the transducer over your stomach again. All of a sudden instead of a bunch of high-pitched noise, you heard a strong, steady heartbeat. Joseph smiled at you, already wearing the look of a proud daddy on his face. Tears were noticeable in his eyes and yours.

“Baby has a nice, strong heartbeat. 142.”, she smiled.

“That’s our baby.”, you smiled.

“Yes, love. Our Baby Q.”, he smirked, blinking his tears back, running his free hand over his face, sniffling.

You all had gotten into a habit of calling your baby, Baby Q as a little nickname. This time the ultrasound showed the baby had gotten a little bigger, its head becoming more defined. You could see its little nose and mouth. You could see its legs more this time, even its little foot. Joseph getting emotional was so sweet and made you realize you had made the perfect decision by choosing him as your baby’s father.

“Your baby is being very cooperative. They usually are shy.”, the ultrasound tech laughed.

She was busy taking some pictures for you all while you all admired your little baby. You all were head over heels. She printed the images as you wiped the gel off, sitting up. Joseph helped you off the table as she handed you all the pictures. You all scheduled yet another appointment which would be your 16-week check-up. Then would be your 20-week check-up. It was hard to believe it would soon be your halfway mark.

Once you got home, you admired the pictures of Baby Q. It was so hard for Joseph not to tell his parents. He and his mom FaceTimed quite often. While he was gone to cons and doing interviews, she called often and checked on you. It was nice that his mom liked you. You dreaded that Joseph was leaving in a few days but you were proud of him. He asked you again and again if you would be okay while he was gone. You assured him you would.

He told you if anything happened to you or the baby, he wanted to know and he would be home on the next flight. You told him you’d be okay but assured him if anything happened, you would let him know. He was satisfied with that answer. That dreadful morning came when he was leaving and you began to feel overly emotional. He grabbed his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

Joseph was delayed for his flight by a few minutes. You began crying and sobbing, begging him not to go. This ripped his heart out and he debated canceling last minute, but you quickly dried your tears. You knew it was the mood swings beginning and told him the fans needed him and you didn’t want to stand in his way. Once he felt you were okay, he left for the airport. You would count down the days while he was gone.

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Your 20-week check-up went well. The baby’s heartbeat was normal and Baby Q was measuring a week ahead now. Your nausea was still intense but the Zofran was giving you some relief from throwing up. You had gained a pound back since your last visit. You and Joseph had decided once he got home you all were going to take a trip to his childhood home in South London, England. His brother and sisters were going to be in and you both figured this would be a perfect opportunity to tell his family.

At 20 weeks and three days, you and Joseph had been in bed, his hand on your stomach as you all watched television. He always talked to the baby before bed. You thought it was the cutest thing and you brushed through his curly hair as he got close to your growing stomach. He rubbed your stomach just like he always did as you fell asleep. All of a sudden, he gasped and his eyes lit up.

“Did you feel that?”, he asked, excitedly.

You nodded. “Felt like a kick. Man, this kid has got some power behind it.”

He chuckled. “Baby Q is showing out for mommy and daddy tonight, aren’t you?”

You were now 22 weeks pregnant and it was becoming slightly obvious. It would be harder to hide while you were on your all’s small holiday. The baby was active during the day, sometimes even active as you were trying to sleep from pure exhaustion. You seemed to stay tired all the time, barely feeling like doing things around the house that had to be done. Joseph jumped in and helped as much as he could. You all also decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise until its birth.

You all were leaving in the morning for London and you were nervous about flying this time. Especially being pregnant. You zipped your suitcase, feeling your back aching. Joseph came into the bedroom, noticing you.

“Hurting love?”

“Yeah, a little. But I’m done packing.”, you smiled.

You packed a lot of dresses, babydoll tops, oversized shirts, and leggings. Your jeans would hardly zip nowadays. Joseph grabbed your suitcase and took it downstairs with his. Your all’s flight left early in the morning. You honestly dreaded getting up, praying maybe for one morning you wouldn’t be sick. How were you going to hide your morning sickness at Joseph’s parent’s house? His mom was over the moon that you all were coming to stay for a week.

You all mentally went over a list of everything you needed to take with you. Your Zofran was a must-have. The only thing you were waiting to pack was your make-up. You all fell asleep by seven-thirty that evening, exhausted from packing. The alarm clock went off sooner than it should. Joseph yawned, hitting the snooze button before sitting up in bed. You laid there, feeling him get up and begin getting dressed almost immediately.

For once, you didn’t have nausea waking up. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. London’s time zone was five hours different and it would take you some getting used to. Jet lag was in the cards for you and Joseph. You eyed the alarm clock. Four-thirty. You groaned, throwing your covers back before stretching, feeling the baby move easily.

“Good morning Baby Q. We are leaving to see Nan and Grandad and tell them all about you.”, you laughed as Joseph came back into the bedroom.

Joseph said his mom and dad would prefer Nan and Grandad and you all had got in a habit of calling them that already, careful not to in front of them yet.

“I see you’re feeling better love.”, he said kissing you before touching your stomach.

You nodded. “I hope it lasts.”

Joseph kissed your cheek before going downstairs to load the suitcases in the car. You quickly slid on black leggings and a flowy white top. It hid your growing baby bump well enough for now. You quickly did minimal make-up, and put earrings in before you met Joseph downstairs. He had loaded everything and you all were ready to go to the airport. It was still dark outside as you all drove to the airport.

Joseph yawned, still visibly tired. He focused on the road, making small conversation with you along the way. You all parked at the airport, unloading your suitcases. You all went through security checkpoints which took a little while. Soon, they called for your flight and you boarded with no problems. You both slept for the majority of the flight before waking up for the last few hours of your flights. It was already daytime and that was messing with your head.

His parents were meeting you all at the airport so you wouldn’t have to rent a car. You all landed and got through customs before getting your luggage. You were nervous meeting his mom and dad again, even though you had met them in Paris after your all’s engagement. He held your hand as you all waded through the crowds of people before he spotted his mom and dad waving wildly.

He chuckled as you all neared them, his mom taking him into a huge hug.

“Joseph, we missed you so bad dear.”, his mom kissed his cheek, causing him to blush.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N. How was the flight?”, his dad asked you as he hugged you lightly.

“Good, just I feel so tired.”, you laughed.

“Time change is a wanker.”, his father agreed.

His mom finally released him before turning her attention to you. “I’m so glad you and Joseph came to see us Y/N. You look beautiful—just glowing.”, his mom smiled as she hugged you.

The last sentence made you shoot a glance at Joseph with wide eyes before smiling. He picked up on it too. She released you and you prayed she hadn’t hugged you too tight to notice your stomach. They helped you all with your luggage. You had the ultrasounds in your purse. Every set you had. You were nervous to tell them but Joseph seemed to not be as nervous.

His mom already informed him his sisters and brother were waiting for him at home, excited to see their brother. It didn’t take long to arrive to their house and there were several cars parked in the driveway. Joseph grew up in South London and you were excited to see his childhood home for the first time. Joseph helped you out of the car as his parents unloaded your all’s luggage.

You all cleared the door, and immediately were met with his two sisters running to hug their brother. They almost tackled him with hugs, teasing him easily about getting a girl as pretty as you. His brother came to the door, instantly grabbing him in one swift motion, holding him under his arm, giving him a noogie, and messing up Joseph’s perfect hair. He quickly went to smooth his hair back down, beginning to introduce you to his siblings. Everyone made you feel right at home.

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The week seemed to pass all too quickly. Joseph’s mom and dad had made you feel right at home. The time change really messed with you, causing you to sleep in most of the second day but after that, it got a little easier. Baby Q didn’t like the time change though. Tonight was the night you were going to tell his parents. You admired the dress you had chosen to wear since you all were going out to a nice restaurant. You checked your make-up one last time as Joseph slid on his loafers to match his grey suit.

You had gotten sick a few times while at his mom and dad’s house but Joseph helped them chalk it up to the time change. You had the ultrasound pictures in your purse. Joseph had already called the restaurant ahead of time to order a dessert to surprise them. His siblings were joining with their spouses.

“Joe, I’m so nervous.”, you laughed easily.

He smirked. “It’ll be okay love. They’ll be over the moon.”, he reassured you.

The restaurant was private. It was a warm evening, so you all opted to sit outside. You all joined everyone at a huge table. You sat down beside Joseph, nervously running your hands over your dress as the waiter asked for your drink selection. Everyone else including Joseph’s parents ordered an alcoholic drink—that was except for you.

“You’re not gonna drink dear?’, his mother questioned beside him, looking down the table at you.

“No, thanks. I’m still not feeling the best.”, you excused, politely, opting for water instead.

Joseph eyed you from the corner of his eye. The waiter brought everyone’s drinks and your water before going around the table asking for everyone’s food selections. Everyone began reminiscing, sharing stories about each other. His family had a strong bond and that was refreshing to see in this day and time. You laughed, smiling at Joseph throughout dinner especially when his mom told a funny story about him.

You knew soon you all would have a baby and get to watch it grow up, developing its own unique personality. You knew it was getting closer to dessert and your stomach was twisting in knots. You were unsure if the baby didn’t like dinner as you were not used to eating food from England or your nerves. Personally, you hoped for the latter.

“Are you all ready for dessert?”, the waiter asked.

“I’ll take care of it.”, Joseph spoke up, the waiter already informed of the surprise.

“Joseph.”, his mom interjected. “You don’t have to do that.”

He quickly dismissed her, ordering a few different desserts for everyone. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you felt the twisting feeling in your stomach intensify. It seemed like an eternity passed before the waiter, followed by another came back out, bringing all the desserts. One waiter went around the table serving a small brownie with ice cream or vanilla cheesecake to each of his siblings and their spouses.

The other waiter went over to Joseph’s parents, sitting down a large brownie with icing on it before stepping back. Joseph grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling at you as his mom and dad squinted to read it.

“We-love-you-Nan and Grandad.”, his mom spoke slowly.

It took them both a moment to register what they had just read. His mom’s eyes instantly lit up and she jumped up from her seat. All of his siblings and their spouses wore surprised looks but quickly turned into excitement as they cheered.

“You’re pregnant?!”, she eyed you.

You nodded, not being able to avoid the tears welling up in your eyes as you smiled.

“Oh my God. I had no idea!”, she exclaimed as she came over and kissed Joseph and hugged you both. His dad followed suit, congratulating you both.

Joseph was proud of this and it warmed your heart to see him like this.

“How far along are you?”, his mom asked, wiping her tears back before laughing.

“She’s twenty-two weeks and six days now?”, Joseph eyed you.

You nodded.

“I’m gonna be a nan. My baby boy is having a baby. Do you know what it is?”, she asked.

“We are keeping it a surprise until the baby is born.”, you smiled at Joseph.

“Imagine a little girl. A granddaughter.”, his mom smiled at his father.

“We might get a little grandson.”, his father smirked back to his mother.

Joseph had been right. They were both over the moon at the news of Baby Q. His mom and dad were playfully debating whether it would be a boy or girl, causing you and Joseph to laugh. His mom and dad insisted they would fly to the States and be there for the birth of their grandchild.

“Show me your baby bump.”, his mom insisted, her excitement evident.

You stood up at the table and pulled your dress tighter, making your growing bump visible. It was significantly bigger than it had been. You ran your hand down it. Joseph was smiling, beaming just like a proud daddy.

“Oh my. Look at that.”, his mom beamed at his father, them both smiling.

She asked if she could feel your bump to which you agreed and tried to guide her hand enough where she could feel the baby kick because Baby Q had been kicking like crazy. Joseph kept his eyes on both of you, slight tears noticeable in his eyes, him wiping them away every few minutes. He was already a proud daddy. Her eyes lit up when she felt it, laughing with pure joy as she felt the baby kick.

“Joseph used to do that to me all the time. He give me the hardest time.”, she looked at him.

Joseph’s cheeks grew red as he brushed a hand through his curly hair. A motion he did when he was embarrassed but you thought it was cute as ever. His mom immediately followed by asking if you had any ultrasound pictures. You informed her you had all of them with you. You opened your purse, pulling them out before handing them to her in order.

“Oh my God. Look at it.”, his mom smiled as she showed his dad, making over your all’s little peanut.

They took their time looking at each ultrasound image, making over Baby Q. Joseph motioned for you to come over to him. He stood up, kissing your cheek and holding you. His brother and sisters got up, and began looking at the pictures, making over the fact their baby brother was having a baby. You smirked at Joseph thinking this was the cutest thing. His mom and dad hugged you both, congratulating you and handing the ultrasound pictures back to you.

His mom made it clear that at the next appointment she wanted pictures texted to her immediately and she wanted to FaceTime with you all every now and then to see the progress of your bump. You all agreed immediately. Dinner was soon over and everyone went back to the house. The night was filled with photo albums and home videos. Joseph seemed a little embarrassed but you assured him he was absolutely adorable. You couldn’t wait to have memories with him and your baby.

Before you knew it, it was time to board your flight home. The week had been a nice getaway but now it was time to go home and focus on your all’s growing family. The next few months flew by as Joseph was gone for a few weeks every now and then working on some new projects and doing meet and greets. In the next few appointments, everything looked good and your glucose test came back good with no signs of gestational diabetes.

You were now 36 weeks pregnant and feeling every second of it. You only had four weeks to go if you could make it to 40 weeks. Baby Q was still measuring a week ahead. It didn’t feel as though the baby had dropped yet so labor was still a ways out. You had felt Braxton Hicks contractions quite frequently. Dr.Bennett assured you that real labor pains would be in your back and not so much in your stomach. Baby Q was more defined, even being able to see facial features. Joseph couldn’t believe how clear the 3D ultrasound was. You all had decided Baby Q had Joseph’s nose. No question about that.

After that week, you had an appointment every week. By week 37, Baby Q was still not head down. You could feel the baby in your rib cage, making it harder to breathe and sleep near impossible. Joseph loved that he could feel the baby kick more and the baby’s movement was much more defined. You were ready to have this baby in your arms. You had your baby shower, realizing you were cutting it close. All of your friends and Joseph’s came, amazed by the fact you hadn’t gone into labor yet. You and Joseph took the cutest pictures, some you framed immediately.

Week 38 came and your belly had dropped according to Dr. Bennett. Baby Q was also head down, a sign labor was imminent. Joseph helped you with the baby’s nursery as you began nesting mode. You all had decided on grey and white for the nursery as the gender was a surprise. You all had decided to wait to buy the crib bedding. You all had diapers, wipes, pacifiers, blankets, bottles, and gender-neutral outfits galore. His mom and dad were going to buy a few things once they flew in and found out the baby’s gender.

Joseph added finishing touches as you sat in the floor organizing everything. You both felt satisfied as you stood back and admired your work. You and Joseph had the hospital bags packed and were prepared at any time. You had ordered an outfit for a baby girl and one for a baby boy. This would be the baby’s going home outfit. It was exciting for you both to be surprised with the gender of your all’s first baby. You all had decided on names for either a boy or girl.

Week 39 was uneventful. Dr.Bennett decided to give you another week before she would induce you. Everything was perfect with Baby Q. You groaned as you left the doctor’s office in the car.

“What’s wrong love?”, Joseph asked, already knowing the answer.

“So miserable. I just want to have this baby already.”, you groaned.

Joseph took one of his hands off the steering wheel before holding your hand, lifting it up to his lips, and placing a gentle kiss on it. “I know love. Maybe we should take some of Dr.Bennett’s advice?”

Dr.Bennett had given you all a few ideas to help induce labor. Exercise, relaxation, eating spicy foods, and even sex. You had relayed to her that you would like to go into labor naturally and hopefully have a natural childbirth if you could withstand the pain.

“Maybe go for a walk this evening?”, you sighed at him, trying the simplest idea first.

He agreed. You all arrived at home and you decided you were going to take a nap first. Joseph sat in the living room with you, stroking your hair as you fell asleep with your head in his lap. He allowed you to sleep for about an hour and a half before waking you up for that walk. Part of you was slightly pissed at him at first but you remembered you really wanted to have this baby.

You all went for a walk, enjoying the nice fall weather. Leaves were on the ground in front of you, crunching underneath your all’s tennis shoes. You both talked about how exciting Christmas would be, now that you all had a baby to share it with. Joseph’s parents were flying out first thing in the morning and would be staying with you all for a little while. His mom made it a point that she didn’t want to wear out her welcome, however, you both knew you would value her help with a newborn baby.

The walk didn’t help. You tried to sleep on your body pillow but couldn’t get comfortable no matter which way you tossed or turned. You groaned in disgust.

“Can’t sleep, love?”, Joseph yawned as he flipped on the lamp.

You shook your head. “Nope. Baby Q thinks mommy doesn’t need sleep apparently.”

He chuckled. “You know we could try the other idea to help induce labor.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Seriously, Joe?”

“Dr. Bennett recommended it, you know.”

You thought for a moment. “Yeah,but look at me. I’m a cow.”

You were a little self-conscious of your changing body but Joseph reassured you that you were still beautiful and you were carrying his child.

“You’re beautiful, love.”, his eyes filled with desire.

“Really?”

“Really.”, he beamed, slowly tracing your hip.

It didn’t take much convincing before you found yourself on top of Joseph, you all making love most of the night until you both passed out from exhaustion. It was the some of the best sleep you had gotten since your stomach had gotten bigger. You struggled to ease out from Joseph’s arm without waking him up. He stirred slightly but turned over, grabbed his pillow, and settled right back down.

You waddled your way to the bathroom, flipping the light on. You felt like going to the bathroom may ease some of the pressure and pain in your abdomen. It didn’t. You sighed as you made your way to the mirror, looking at yourself. All of a sudden, you felt a gush of fluid and looked down in the floor.

“Joseph!”, you yelled out, fear in your voice.

It didn’t take him a second before he was in the bathroom after hearing the panic and fear laced in your voice.

“Whats going on lo-oh my God. Is that—?”

“My water broke.”, you interrupted him, panic taking over you.

He was going to keep his head about this. He grabbed a towel from the closet, tossing it in the floor to dry up the excess so you wouldn’t fall.

“Love just go to the bathroom and wash up real fast and we will go to the hospital, okay?”, he kissed your cheek as he helped you into the bathroom.

“Joe, I’m scared.”, you breathed, tears on the brink of falling.

“You’re going to do fine, love. We get to meet Baby Q soon. Do you need me to help you?”, he asked calmly.

You nodded. He helped you into the shower before going and grabbing your clean clothes, towels, and washcloth. Dr. Bennett had you if your water broke to come in immediately to be checked. You were shaking as you turned on the water, trying to get your senses back. You had seen this happen on television but it was different in real life.

Joseph stayed in the bathroom to help you as you needed. Your shower felt like it was in slow motion as your mind was realizing this was real. Joseph handed you your body towel to wrap up in as he helped you out of the shower, ensuring you didn’t fall. Once you were finished drying off, you grabbed your clothes and slid them on.

“Can you hand me a pad Joe?”, you asked sniffling.

Without hesitation, he handed you one. This would help until you got to the hospital. He helped you downstairs to the couch while he quickly loaded your all’s bags. He immediately made a phone call to his mom and dad as he went out the door, hoping he would reach them. He came back in for you, helping you to the vehicle.

He knew you were scared, frankly, he was too but he was excited to finally meet his son or daughter.

“Love, you’re going to do great.”, he held your hand again.

“I’m just nervous. I want everything to be okay.”, you sighed. “Did you get in touch with your mom and dad?”

He nodded. “They’ve landed and they’re going to the house first until we hear from the doctor if you’re in labor or not.”

You once again admired your engagement ring before looking up at Joseph driving. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was a dream.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?”, you asked hesitantly.

Joseph snorted easily. “Do I think? I know you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

He smiled over at you and you looked up at him, smiling. It didn’t take just a few more minutes before you all turned off near the hospital. It was early morning that the sky had light blue hues with some pink and yellow mixed in. Joseph parked near the ER entrance. He came around and helped you out of the vehicle, allowing you to move at your own pace. You all walked across the parking lot, wondering if this was the moment you all had been waiting for.

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson hc #stranger things #eddie imagines

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burrowbabe · 11 months

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Give and Take - Chapter 4

You did not in fact go to sleep when you got up to your bedroom. Despite how exhausted you felt, you couldn't help but eavesdrop on the howling laughter coming from down by the pool area.

You should've gotten in the hot tub.

Your subconscious taunted you with fantasies of everyone trickling off to sleep, leaving you and Joe to your own devices in the hot tub. You would kiss him, you think. But again, as soon as you come face to face with him, you choke with anxiety.

A knock sounds at your door, slightly making you jump out of your skin as you're snapped out of your thoughts.

"Yeah?" You call, but no response.

With a huff of annoyance you get up and move to swing open the door to reveal Tana.

"Oh ... hey."

"You good?" she asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, why?"

"You just disappeared. Everyone was wondering where you were. Can I come in?" she asks apprehensively.

Moving out of the way to let her enter, she leaps onto your bed.

"Are you sure you're OK?" she presses again.

"Yeah, just tired I guess." you reply, joining her on the bed.

She sucks her teeth, "Bullshit."

"No seriously." You reply. You didn't;t want to sound defensive at the risk of having to spill what you're actually feeling. After last night's embarrassment, you feared that if you told Tana about Joe, she would meddle in the situation. Or worse, be upset because she likes him.

She stares at you with raised brows as if waiting for further response.

"Okay, if you say so." she shrugs. Getting up to head towards the door, you call her name, causing her whip around again.

"Yeah?"

"Do you really think I should start dating again?" you ask sheepishly.

"Oh, hell yeah." she responds.

With a maniacal smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows, she pulls a giggle from you.

"We'll have guys lined up out the door for you before you know it. We gotta get you a wax, hair appointment, nails -"

"Goodnight Tana ..." you say pushing her out the door.

Surprisingly, you had got a full night's sleep which surely made your head feel more clear. However, as soon as you spotted Joe eating breakfast downstairs alone, you felt uneasy again.

With a closed-mouth smile, you greet him quietly before grabbing a mug of your own to pour some coffee.

"How'd you sleep?" he asks.

"Really good actually." You respond, avoiding eye contact.

"Good. We missed you last night."

You meet his eyes with a pause.

"Really?"

"Tana near started whining that she was the only girl." he responds with a laugh.

"Oh, well, she'll get over it." you laugh. "She's always hanging with the boys when I'm not around."

"Do your friends tour with you usually or do they stay here?" Joe asks.

You join him at the kitchen island with your coffee.

"They usually come with me. They don't have much else to do." you shrug. "But I'm also recording songs on the road so my brother has to be there to produce."

Joe nods his head listening along.

"They're my posse whether I like it or not." you say, causing him to laugh.

With a short awkward silence, you both try to speak at the same time.

"Oh-"

"Sorr-"

"No you go ahead." you concede.

"I was just gonna ask what a good restaurant around here was. I wanted to call and make reservation for tonight."

"Depends how much you want to spend." you joke.

"I think I can afford whatever you guys want." he smirks.

You pretend to think for a moment. "Hmmm, well in that case, let's go to Catch. I could eat a good surf and turf meal for a family of 3 right now."

He laughs with his bright white smile.

"You got it. I'll call right now." he says.

At around 6 p.m. everyone began getting ready for dinner. You couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the afternoon after this morning's conversation with Joe. Some of your anxiety had gone away after realizing how easy he was to talk to.

You couldn't get his smile and the sound of his laugh out of your head all throughout your thorough self-care routine.

Always gotta be prepared. You think to yourself as you shave every inch of your body.

"Would you actually fuck him though?" your friend Pat asks you on the phone while you applied your makeup.

He was your gay best friend from back home in New York. You trusted him with anything and everything, but kept the identity of this guy you were interested in anonymous, just in case he were to blab to your mother. You wished to do the same with Tana, but she lives too close to easily put two and two together.

"No! Not tonight at least ..." you bite your lip with a smile.

"You lying bitch!" he laughs. "You are so down bad for him."

"Nuh uh" you protest.

"Uh huh!"

"I want to get to know each other more before that's even a consideration." you say, sticking your index finger in your mouth to clean the lipstick off.

"If you say so, girl. Text me later. You better have a juicy update!" Pat exclaims before hanging up with a 'bye' and 'I love you".

Catch was definitely high end, but you didn't want to look too extra. The outfit you chose toed the line between subtle and sexy.

The short, black cocktail dress hugged your curves, with a halter style neck that accentuated your breasts with no bra. Pairing you're crystal encrusted, open toed, Louboutin's with your small diamond tennis necklace, you spritzed yourself with your Chanel perfume before heading downstairs.

AJ, Joe, and Ja'Marr sat in the living room watching the Lakers play, pregaming the restaurant with some beers when you descended the stairs.

"You look nice." your brother compliments you with a smile.

"Why thank you, Anthony." you reply with a smile. You were the only one who called your brother by his full name, as much as he hated it, you were the only one allowed. He gave up arguing with you about it many years ago, and it just seemed to stick.

"Who are we waiting for?" Ja'Marr asks, throwing back the rest of his drink.

"Just Tana. She was on her way down when I just saw her." you reply.

"Speak of the devil!" AJ laughs.

Tana descends the stairs in a tight mini skirt and a crop top that barley covers her upper half. Clip clopping uncomfortably in her 8 inch heels, you can't help but stifle a laugh.

"You know we're not going to a nightclub right?" AJ jokes.

"Shut up! I look hot." Tana says, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

A few minutes later, you all load into the black town car that Joe and Ja'Marr had ordered to take you to the restaurant.

Catch was always packed with celebrity wannabe's and social media influencers, but regardless, you were bound to see someone you knew.

The waitress leads you all to a large table near the windows on the right side of the restaurant. This was the best seat in the house. Sitting in the seat across from Joe, everyone else claimed their spot at the table.

"While you're here, I'll take a White Claw." Tana states confidently before the waitress even finishes handing out the menus.

"Bitch, you are so trashy." you laugh. "Get some motherfuckin' wine like a grown up."

"Don't hate! It keeps me skinny." she shrugs. "Besides, why would it be on the menu if people shouldn't have it?" she questions matter-of-factly.

"Fair enough."

In no time, the drinks are flowing, the food is devoured, and overall, everyone is laughing and having a good time.

You begin to learn random things about Joe. Like he's a massive SpongeBob Squarepants fan, and he wears socks at the beach.

Your face had began to flush from the chardonnay you were drinking, but you liked how loose you were feeling in front of Joe. You shared some things about yourself as well, telling him about your mother and what it was like growing up in a strict Italian family. You confessed that you love The Office, and that you secretly love sour gummy worms despite your trainer forbidding you from having them.

All is well for the remainder of the evening until the waitress comes over with another round of, specifically, your drink only.

Taking it from her with a look of confusion, she motions to a table across the restaurant.

"This was sent from the gentlemen in blue over there."

Leaning to look past her, you spot your ex grinning at you, sitting at a table with another girl.

You heart sinks and you scoff in disgust.

"Tell him I'm all set, thanks." you say, handing the wine glass back to her. She takes it back looking equally as confused as you were before and walks away.

"What was that about?" Tana asks.

"Travis is here." you respond, grimacing in his direction.

She turns to look over her shoulder.

" ... and he's coming this way."

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pbandjesse · 4 months

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It was a nice day at work. I am feeling really tired tonight but I think that's mostly because I am cold. Very much ready to go to bed.

I slept alright last night but my nose was all stuffy and painful when I woke up and so I felt really really tired. James came and gave me a big hug as soon as I sat up after my alarm went off. It helped me feel better.

I got cleaned up and dressed. Wore the new crew neck my mom got me. I just wanted to be cozy. I was struggling a little. My fingers hurt really bad and I couldn't get my shoe on and James helped me because they love me and I was very grateful.

James and me left together. I always like watching them bike away. It was very cold today. Frosty. I'm glad it feels like winter.

I had a nice drive to camp. And got there alright at 8. I was happy to be inside where it was warm.

I had a productive morning. I had my breakfast and started working on writing up a description for the CIT program. I would use chatgbT to give me some framework and worked on using that to build up a really professional description. I am pretty pleased. I would print that and the schedule I made. Then decided to do more printing. I figure that since we are going to have a meeting about the 3 things we wanted to accomplish with John the consultant. Cit program, training, new programs.

Alexi would come in around 9. And everyone else would come in within the hour. Sarah worked on research for the training manual. I would go through some old documents and pulling things I think will be helpful. Games and reading and such.

It was a really productive morning though. I would take a walk to the lodge. I filled my water over there and chatted with Joe. He teased me about forgetting my stuffing from the holiday party, but I was glad to have my cookware back.

I looked at the books in the musuem. I went and looked at the nurses office because they are almost done fixing the roof. Very nice.

I would have lunch when I got back to the office. And while I was eating I decided I should come up with a document for meal ideas for dietary restrictions for the summer so I don't have to try and think of options when I'm very close to tears during the summer.

This would be like a two hour research project. Looking into other camps menus. I found an article about Jewish and 7th day Adventists camps and they had lots of options! So I researched how to make them vegan or gluten free or nut free. And I only had like 2 fake meat options.

After asking Heather, I found out where the kitchen orders their food from so I was able to compile links for ingredients. I was very proud of myself.

Once I was done that I had a zoom meeting with Hawa and Mike from the national guards and I'm thrilled that I have 2 workshops on the calendar with them now. One is a paint and sip style, that we are calling a "paint along", and the other I think will be a printmaking.

I had to make some invoices for them. And that took a minute. But that was just fine.

I would finish my day with designing some stickers ideas for each village. I had a lot of fun creating that. I want to play with the idea of merch for camp more. We will see if any of it actually gets used but still it's fun to design it.

I would also decide on my birthday countdown project. I'm going to do a sticker sheet/flash sheet, with a daily drawing. I'm excited. That will start on the 15th.

I said goodbye to everyone and would head out. I told Sarah I would check at Manor Mill for her last bowl while I was looking for my last 5 pieces. And it is such a quick drive over. I was happy to see my pieces. The colors weren't what I was expecting but I love love love my bear bowl. I'm going to keep my jewelery in it.

I went home and got here before James. I was happy to be home. I put some stuff away. And worked on sending some emails. James got home as I was starting to do my knitting for the day. I love how it looks so far. I know we are still really early in the project but I am setting a good precedent and already weaving in the ends. I will have to sew them down once the month is done but I am very pleased so far.

James would sit with me and tell me all about their day while I worked. And I would show them the documents I made and made me feel very smart and professional. I love my husband.

They got us frozen pizzas we could microwave for dinner. And after we ate they went to play DND with their friends. Well actually it's a different game but same idea. It was nice to see friends' faces.

I took a shower and washed my hair and now I am in bed in my cozy jumpsuit. I am very much ready to sleep.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. And I hope you all have fun. Stay safe. Wash your hands. I love you all.

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survey--s · 2 years

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349.

So how are you today? Pretty good! Much better than I was yesterday, anyway.

Do you like to eat eggs? Nah, the texture makes me gag lol. Poached eggs are tolerable if there’s something else with them though.

When was the last time you had a cup of tea? I don’t remember - a while ago. I’m much more of a coffee person.

Do you have a tapestry in your bedroom? I do not.

Have you ever been to London? Yeah, I used to visit London a lot.

Do you enjoy going to the library? I used to love it but to be honest, I haven’t been there in ages.

If you went to NYC (or if you’ve been), what are your favorite things to do there? I’ve never been but I’d like to visit Brooklyn, Greenwich Village, Times Square, Central Park and Manhattan, plus I’d go and see a show on Broadway.

Who’s the most recent person on your Facebook feed? A local cake business that I follow.

When (if ever) was the last time you saw that person? She hand-delivered a cake to us just after the first lockdown, I think, so around summer 2020-ish, I believe.

Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? Yeah, Carly used to have two. I used to pet-sit for them actually. They were pretty cute but also quite...non-responsive lol. Not my kind of pet though it was kinda fun to look after them.

Can you play the violin? No.

What’s the last movie you watched? Sleeping Beauty.

Did you enjoy this movie? Sure, I was re-watching a load of old Disney movies as I never re-watch the classics lol.

What store or website would you most like a gift card for? TheLittleWaxBoxCo please and thank you. I’m just waiting for their autumn release before I buy anything new.

What’s something you’re looking forward to? My beach ride on Sunday! I reaaaaally hope we get good weather but I’m excited all the same as for the first time I’ll be cantering down that beach and I cannot bloody wait. I also know I’ll be on Joe which is really helpful as I love cantering on him. He’s SO comfy to sit on haha.

Name your top 3 favorite musical instruments. Acoustic guitar, piano, clarinet.

What was the last book(s) you bought at a bookstore? I bought a bunch of books on Monday actually - they were Girl in Red, The Mermaid and Near the Bone, all by Christina Henry.

Does the song you’re listening to/last heard evoke any emotion for you? I’m watching Below Deck at the moment.

Do you use Pinterest? No. I really don’t get it, tbh.

Are you wearing earrings? Yeah, I never change my jewellery.

Do you know any sign language? Nope.

Have you ever seen the musical Ragtime? I have not.

Do you have a favorite poem? The Road not Taken by Robert Frost, or The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.

Do you like Indian food? No, I can’t stomach spicy food without making myself physically sick.

Describe your favorite scarf, if you have one. I’m not really a massive fan of scarves. I love the look but I find them really claustrophobic and they make me all sweaty lol.

Do you have a dog? Yeah, a 4yo beagle called Archie.

Have you ever read the Little House on the Prairie series? Nope. I feel like it’s one of those series I keep meaning to read but I just never got round to it for some reason.

Do you have any homework? I haven’t been in education for well over a decade.

Have you ever gone on a service trip to an underprivileged country? No, and honestly I find those things so cringey.

Do you need to do laundry? Nah, I did two loads this morning.

Do you enjoy going out for breakfast? I love going out for breakfast/brunch, yeah. Unfortunately there’s no decent place to go for breakfast around here, which sucks.

Have you ever performed in front of more than 100 people? Yeah, for school plays and such.

Do you like muffins? Sure, but they’re not really something I ever think about ordering for some reason.

When was the last time you went to church? Decades ago lol.

Have you ever heard the singer Audra McDonald? No.

What’s a quote you think is really powerful? “Moaning won’t fix anything. Get yourself up and save your own self, because nobody else is going to do it for you”

Should you be doing something else right now? Nope.

#survey #surveys

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arielle-travel-blog · 2 years

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Chapter 1: California Weekend Recap

You didn’t think I was done, did you!? Now that I am settled I thought it would be a good time to blog about what I’ve been up to the past few days. Starting Friday night, or rather Saturday morning around 1:15am, Mark grabbed me from the airport. Luckily, I had slept the entire plane ride over and gotten 5 hours of sleep so I wasn’t too groggy. After deciding to go to bed around 2:30am, his roomates came home, and I decided to stay up for a while to chat with them. We all know if it wasn’t for the jetlag I wouldn’t be able to stay up till 3:30am making small talk, but luckily this conversation made me excited for the next few days ahead that I would be able to spend with him and his friends.

On Saturday, we woke up and grabbed breakfast at the Cow’s End. This cafe very much fit into the LA vibe with smoothie bowls, breakfast burritos, and lattes. We started off the morning, with my favorite, a lox bagel and coffee. Once fueled up for the day, we went down to Malibu in hopes to go surfing at Topanga Beach. Once meeting the cold water on my feet and the wind grazing my skin I decided surfing was a no-go for me. Meeting up with one of his co-workers and some of their friends, we played volleyball and chatted for a few hours while getting our tan on. Finally, our hunger gave in and we decided to leave in search of food. Grabbing chic-fil-A for dinner, we all ate in silence as our food stood at the center of our attention. Once fully satiated, we headed home for a bit before going out for the night. We randomly settled on bowling, which I was very pleased with, and this choice turned into a great adventure. A Moscow mule pitcher, a cookie skillet, and Mark getting his butt kicked by Heather in the last round was all I needed to make the night great.

The next day, we adventured to another posh LA cafe. Here, we were greeted by kombucha on tap and girls coming in after just finishing their yoga or fill in the blank workout class. If I had a chihuahua and a BMW to take me home I would have fit right in! Following this we went grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s (my happy place) and spent a relaxing Sunday at the beach. We then met up with Marks friend for drinks and had some incredible sushi for dinner. My LA weekend definetly was full of relaxation, sunshine, and good food. I am definetly starting to like it here.

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boimgfrog · 3 years

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I love talking to my friend abt sk8 cos we both adore Joe but view him vastly differently. I'll be like,,,tits,,,handsome,,,he would hold me if I was sad <3 and she'll pipe in like yea <3 he would give me an std <3

#its SO funny i love talking abt him w her #when episode 10 aired we called after and the first thing she said was 'I THOUGHT IT WAS JOE THAT CHEATED BUT IT WAS C H E R R Y!?!?$?!?'#she was CONVINCED that joe had fully cheated on cherry and thats why they are the way they are #me: joe would make me breakfast the morning after <3 #her: yea but he wouldnt wear a condom tho #jay says a thing #sk8

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dykejake · 2 years

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innate magic | chapter two

pairing: josh kiszka x f!reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ content! oral sex. if I find out minors are reading this you will be blocked <3

summary: you meet a man in a bar, who you’re pretty sure you recognize from the local trader joe’s. he says he doesn’t work there, but that doesn’t mean you two don’t hit it off.

a/n: y/n in this fic is written with the intent of being plus size. if that doesn’t jive with you, you are 100% welcome to imagine her as either an OC or simply scroll past. much love!

thank you @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw and @j3rboa for pre-reading for me, I love you!

missed part one? find it here!

When you awoke the next morning, you noticed that the bed was empty, and you could smell bacon and coffee. You slowly pushed yourself up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. As you allowed yourself to wake up all the way, you looked around the bedroom, noticing the little bit of decor around his room. He had a very homey and soft vibe, and his room reflected that.

You kept looking around, then suddenly did a double take at one of the decorations on the wall. Inside a frame was a picture of a band, the words “Greta Van Fleet,” and two vinyls.

Holy shit. You knew who Greta Van Fleet were, vaguely, you liked the music enough that some of it was on your phone, but not enough to recognize a band member if you passed them on the street. That guy in the picture was DEFINITELY the guy you had slept with, though. The curls were unmistakeable.

Oh my god. He was in a famous band, and you had told him that he worked at Trader Joe’s. Then, he had laughed and got chatting with you. THEN, he SLEPT with you. Holy SHIT.

You didn’t bother to pick your jumpsuit or panties off of the floor, instead choosing to make your way downstairs in Josh’s clothes and meet him in the kitchen. He was humming to himself, plating some eggs and bacon.

“Good morning -“

“You didn’t tell me you were in Greta Van Fleet.”

“I did say I was in a band!”

“Yeah, but - and please don’t take this the wrong way - I assumed you meant that you sang covers at weddings, not Greta Van Fucking Fleet.”

“That kinda sounds like a you problem.” He laughed to himself and then shrugged at you. “You staying for breakfast? I made you some.”

“Yes, I would love to stay for breakfast.” You sat down gently on one of the stools in front of his kitchen counter.

“Good.”

He smiled brightly at you and pushed the plate towards you. He did not seem even the least bit phased by your revelation about who he actually was.

“Coffee?”

“Please.”

He poured you one and pushed that towards you as well, then made his way around the counter to join you on the stools.

“So, you know my cool, cool music?” He asked sweetly, taking a sip of his coffee and then putting the mug down.

“I do, yeah! Not well enough to recognize you, as we made clear last night, but you guys are great!”

You took a bite of the scrambled eggs he had prepared for you.

“Well, thanks very much. I really appreciate that, genuinely, it’s very kind of you to say. What made it click, then?”

“The thing on your wall, with the vinyl.”

“Ah, I gotcha. Hopefully knowing who I am doesn’t change anything for you, last night was genuinely great and you’re genuinely gorgeous.”

“Not for me, no. Still here, aren’t I? If anything, it should change things for YOU. You really could have any girl you wanted, and you took the girl who thought you worked at Trader Joe’s home, you weirdo.”

You watched his shoulders sag a bit at your words, and you hoped you hadn’t offended him.

“It’s not really about that for me. That’s not a genuine connection, that’s people who want something from me. I wanted to take you home because you made me laugh, because you’re genuine, and because you have one of the prettiest smiles I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“That’s a lot coming from Mr. Sunshine here. You have THE prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, and I mean that.”

He turned to you after finishing a mouthful of bacon and smiled. You did mean it - his smile was jarringly beautiful, even moreso in the light of day.

“I hope you didn’t think that I was implying you’re shallow. I wasn’t, not at all. After all, you took me home and I’m not exactly the kinda girl rockstars sleep with.”

You saw his brow furrow out of the corner of your eye, but you didn’t say a word and neither did he, you two finishing your meal in silence. Once you both were finished, he gathered your plates and cups and went back to the other side of the counter to load the dishwasher.

“Well, maybe I’m not a full-fledged rockstar like my brother, but I slept with you.”

Your cheeks pinked, you had no idea how to respond. It was a statement of fact, he had, and he had called you pretty over and over AND made you breakfast morning after. There wasn’t any room for arguing, or denial.

You made your way over to where he was, and lifted yourself to sit on his counter.

“You did. And you even made me breakfast, which is miles better than my last hookup. He made me climb out of the window because he didn’t want his roommates to see me.”

You laughed at the memory of awkwardly climbing out the window while he rushed you - but mostly so that you didn’t cry. You often told this story as a funny anecdote, but the look on Josh’s face when he lifted his head to look at you reflected exactly how it made you feel.

“What?” His voice was gentle, sweet.

“Yeah.” You laughed again, awkwardly, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable and wishing you hadn’t said it.

“I don’t think that’s very funny. I think you’re stunning and honestly can’t believe you wanted to come home with me.”

You snorted at that. He was so genuine and sweet, and it warmed your heart and made you feel great about yourself, but uhhh… had the guy ever looked in a mirror? You watched his brow furrow again, and he opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him.

“Honey, I know you’re being serious and it’s really genuinely sweet, I promise. I’m not laughing at that, I’m laughing because I don’t know if you’ve ever looked in a mirror. You’re hot as fuck.”

He blushed at your words, smiling widely again.

“Thanks very much.”

You two sat in comfortable silence as he turned his dishwasher on, until suddenly he spoke again.

“Y’know, I’m still hungry.”

“Oh? I’m not, really, but I’ll have another coffee if you’re having more to eat.”

He moved to stand in front of you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you and looking at you darkly.

“No… hungry for something else.”

He moved his face towards yours, but spoke before your lips connected.

“You know what I mean?”

“I think I do.”

“And it’s okay?”

“Very much so.”

He crashed his lips into yours and you gasped before kissing him back. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. You moved your hands around his neck, playing with his curls as you kissed him. He let go of the counter and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of the boxers you were wearing. You wiggled your hips as he pulled on them so that he could take them off, feeling wetness pool between your legs at the excitement. He pulled them all the way down your legs, kneeling as he did so, kissing your knees and thighs before gently pushing them open.

“Stunning.”

It was a gentle whisper, and then he was kissing down your inner thighs and towards your heat, making you squirm and whimper in anticipation. Then, he licked a broad stripe up your cunt and gently flicked his tongue against your clit, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white.

“Fuck, Josh.”

His tongue teased your entrance, then your clit, and then he was sucking. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back in your head.

“So pretty like this for me.”

You let out a loud moan at his words, then an even louder one when he went back to lapping his tongue between your folds. He pushed his tongue into you and you gasped his name, and then his mouth was back on your clit and sucking, and your breathing was shallow.

This man was a god.

“FUCK, Josh!” You screamed, and he kept working his magic against your cunt until you came. He slowed his tongue, but helped you ride it out. When your breathing was mostly back to normal, he stood again, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. It was fucking obscene, and made you whimper.

“Not hungry anymore. Thanks, babe.”

It was so cheesy, you giggled. “You’re welcome.”

He picked the boxers up off the ground and handed them to you with a smile. “Unfortunately for me, I actually have to leave for the studio in about 5 minutes. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want, just lock the door when you leave.”

He then pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and opening it to a new contact page. He handed it to you, looking hopeful, and you smiled at him and put your name and number in.

taglist: @secretgvfstan, @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw, @screechesincoherently, @tlexx, @theweightofstardust, @godblessmarywanna, @weightofdreams-gvf, @prettyxvenomx, @fictional-duchess, @ascendingtostardust

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #josh kiszka #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fic

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The One-[Jay Halstead X Matt Casey]

Chapter 3-Watch your back

Elle’s POV

“Morning everyone” I said walking into the kitchen. “Good morning” Gabby said. “Morning” Jimmy said walking by with a smile. “Ok what was that” Brett said.

“What was what” I said. “The way you two looked at each other” Gabby said. “Nothing” I said. “Uh huh” Brett said. “We went out the other night and it was really nice” I said. “Oh I see” Brett said. “And after the other night at Mollys he drove me home it was sweet” I said sipping my coffee.

“Well you two would be cute together” Gabby said. “Yes definitely” Brett said. “I gotta head out but it was nice seeing you guys and Elle jump on it” Gabby said to me. “Alright fellas who wants to help me cool breakfast” I said. “I’d be happy to help” Jimmy said. “It’s his job anyways” Kelly said.

“I’m making pancakes and eggs listen they pancakes are a family recipe” I said. “So top secret” Jimmy asked. “Very Jimmy you can do the eggs” I said he smiled. “Great” Jimmy said grabbing eggs out.

We cooked everything and set it all up.

“Alright 51 dig in” I said. “This looks great” Herman said. “She’s cute and can cook” Cap said. “She’s very cute” Jimmy said. “Cap you tried buddy she’s not interested” Joe said I laughed. “No sorry Cap” I said. “It’s fine Jimmy likes her anyways”he said walking off with a plate.

“This smells amazing” Chilly said walking in. “All thanks to Elle” Jimmy said. “And Jimmy too with the eggs” I said. “Oh I forgot to ask are you few tonight Jimmy for drinks like a date” Chilly said. “I uh am kinda seeing someone” Jimmy said. “So I’ll see you tonight for our date Jimmy” I said grabbing my plate.

“Oooooo ouch” Mouch said.

I went out and sat at the squad table in on the ap floor. Kelly and Joe joined me.

“Chilly looks pissed” Joe said. “Well I mean I asked him out first” I said they laughed. “Just watch her she’s kinda off” Kelly said. “Hey can I borrow you” Jimmy said. “Yeah sure” I said getting up. We walked into the meeting room.

“What’s up” I said. “Are you and jay a thing or something” Jimmy said. “No why would you think that” I said. “Chilly mentioned it I just” Jimmy said. “Jay is my best friend Jimmy and I really like you know that” I said. “I just wanted to ask” Jimmy said.

“Halstead is my best friend and he has been for years” I said. “Ok I get it” Jimmy said. “Jimmy I like you ok” I said. “I really like you to I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t anyone else” Jimmy said.

“What about Chilly” I said. “There’s nothing going on with her” Jimmy said. “Alright then I’ll see you tonight” I said walking back out into the hallway. Chilly still looked pissed off.

“What” I said looking at her. “Elena I get why everyone else here likes you but I don’t at all I’ll figure you out” Chilly said. She started to walk away behind me when I turned around. “Let me give you a huge piece of advice” I said she turned around.

“What’s that” she said crossing her arms. “Never mess with a Voight” I said walking away from her. I then went out onto the apron to sit at the Squad table.

“So Jimmy really” Joe asked. “What” I said. “Nothing at all” Joe said. “Dude just spit it out” Cap said. “Yeah literally man” Tony added on. “Seriously Joe what” I said. “That kid is trouble I’m telling you with the ladies” Joe said.

“What do you mean” I said. “I just want you to be careful and” Joe said. “And what” I said. “Jay” Joe said. “What about Jay” I said. “He’s standing over there” Joe said Cap laughed. “Oh” I said. “Hey guys” Jay said walking over to our table.

“What’s up Halstead you never come here” Joe said. “Just here to borrow Elena” Jay said. “We talked about this before no full name” I said Cap laughed. “I thought her name was Eleanor” Cap said. “Your dead wrong” Tony said.

I got up and followed Jay to the front of the apron.

“What is it” I said. “How we’ll do you know Chilly” Jay said. “Not well why what’s going on Jay” I said. Chilly looked at us from a distance. He then pulled me in front of the fire truck so she couldn’t see us. “She’s got a bad history” Jay said.

“Why are you bringing her up to me” I said. “Well actually Boden made the call on her I spoke to him on the phone” Jay said. “Well what did you find” I said. “She’s got a history of drug abuse and her family too” Jay said.

“Oh” I said. “I just want you to be careful around her Elle you know” Jay said. “Thank you Jay but I can handle it” I said. “I know I know but I just wanna look out for you” Jay said. “And I truly appreciate you for that” I said.

“I’m gonna go bring my findings to Boden ummm you wanna grab drinks at Mollys” Jay said. “I have a date tonight how about tomorrow” I said. “Yeah sure uh sounds good” Jay said walking away. “Everything alright” Jimmy said.

“Yeah mmmh” I said. “You just look very worried” Jimmy said. “He was just talking to me about my Dad it’s all good” I said with a soft smile. “Alright and I’ll grab you at 8:00 is that ok” Jimmy said. “Sounds perfect” I said.

“Hey Elle wanna run some ladder drills” Kelly said. “Sure I’ll grab my gear” I said walking away from Jimmy. “Great Joe pull the truck out and we can get started” Kelly said.

Jimmy’s POV

“What is it” Chilly said walking over to me. “Elle I just.. feel like she’s lying to me about something” I said. “Yeah she’s not exactly the nicest person” Chilly said. “Why what happened” I asked. “I just said I do not trust her” Chilly said.

“She’s one of the best firefighters and she’s a sweetheart why” I said. “No reason” Chilly said walking away

Elle’s POV

“What” I said putting my gear back. “You did great with the drills they said you nearly beat my time” Kelly said. “What can I say this is something I’ve always wanted” I said he smiled.

“You know with everything that happened years ago here with your Dad I’m glad everything is all good” Kelly said. “Me too and you helped a lot I appreciate that” I said.

“Well I know you worked your ass off to be on squad and I appreciate that effort” Kelly said. “It’s we’re I was meant to be” I said. “Glad to have you” Kelly said patting my shoulder.

After shift…

Jimmy was late picking me up. But he finally arrived.

“Better late than ever” I whispered to myself opening my door. “I’m so sorry I’m late I got hung up at my brothers” Jimmy said. “We can just order in by now it’s closed” I said. “Your mad” Jimmy said.

“Jimmy it’s whatever” I said. “No I’m sorry and I kinda ordered us a pizza” Jimmy said. “Oh” I said. “From your favorite place” he said holding it. “Fine come on in” I said he walked into my apartment.

“You redecorated” Jimmy said. “It needed it” I said grabbing napkins. “Looks great is that your brother” he said pointing to a picture. “Yeah he was great” I said.

We sat down on my couch and ate some pizza.

“So you never wanted to be a cop” Jimmy asked. “Ugh no not really I mean maybe once but I knew, with firefighting” I said. “What changed that” Jimmy said. “A couple years ago I was at a friends house and it caught on fire, you probably didn’t know this guy but Matt did Andy Darden saved my life” I said with a smile.

“Matt mentioned him before he was very well loved” Jimmy said. “So when I had heard he had passed away I just, I went to see his wife and kids with Matt and I told her how I started classes at the academy because of him” I said.

“That’s amazing” Jimmy said. “I sometimes visit his badge at the academy to just thank him really, I was in a bad place at 18 and he gave me great advice” I said. “The fire department is very lucky to have you” Jimmy said.

I kissed him. He immediately kissed me back. His phone then started to ring.

“You gonna grab that” I said. “No it can wait” Jimmy said.

Later..

I woke up Jimmy must’ve left. Great nothing like waking up alone. I grabbed my shirt and walked into my kitchen.

“Oh hey good morning I made you coffee and you were still sleeping so” Jimmy said. “Thank you it’s very kind” I said taking the cup. “So I gotta go back to my apartment to change for shift but do you need a ride” Jimmy asked.

“Thanks but I’m alright Chief Boden needed to see me before work” I said. “Alright I’ll see you” he said kissing me. “Drive safe” I said he left. “See you on shift” he said shutting my door.

#fanfic #chicago fire fanfic #matt casey x reader #jimmy borrelli #jay halstead x reader #love #chicago fire #matt casey #jay halstead #steven r mcqueen #jesse spencer #firehouse 51

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