Regular Joe

1x1. One Muse, Two Universes. May contain NSFW.

[tiny-canadian-named-ellen]

She wore the sad look so well nowadays. Her eyes were constantly glazed over from some drug that she didn’t even bother to ask what it was. Know what you’re putting into your body, she remembered an ex-lover warning her. But she was tough, at least in her mind, she was fucking indestructible. And the fact that Ellen had to act like she didn’t care was the worst part. Acting wasn’t moving on, but the truth was, she wasn’t sure she could move on from him. She had never known a bliss or a heart ache that hurt. All those months ago, Ellen knew that leaving was the only way to go, but it still.

Did her face remind him off the mess he made? It’s not fair. His hat puled so down in front of his face, her hair draped creating a curtain and was several inches longer than the last time they saw each other. 

The way he said her name made her feel. Something she had been avoiding… Yet despite the physical and emotional abuse, all he had to do was say her name and it color back to face. Although her eyes tried hard to focus, she could make out his lips clearly. Those lips that she wanted to kiss on an impulse. “Hey kid,” she tried to awkwardly play it off, like seeing him in front of her didn’t just give her the best high. “Where have you been hiding?”

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He kept his hat over his face. There was no real reason why he did, it was habit maybe? Or maybe if he was being honest with himself it was because he didn't want to see his dead eyes. The dark brown eyes that once shown with laughter when he looked at her was not emotionless. When was the last time they shone like they used too? The night with Ksenia?  The night Ellen and him spend under the stars? No. The last time he was truly happy was before the lies started. Before he messed everything up.

He slowly scratched his arm and shrugged at her question. A soft smile tried to appear on his face, but he was out of practice. It was as if his muscles around his mouth had forgotten how to work in something other than a frown.

"I can't give you all of my secrets, El." There it was. The old nick name rolling off his tongue out of habit, but the didn't react to it. He couldn't. Joe had been numb since he lost her.

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Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city where people flocked to to make their dreams come true. The actor who was born and raised there saw nothing but bleak and misery as he pulled his hat down over his face, keeping himself hidden. He didn't want to be recognized. He never did but today especially. Today was a day that his addiction called out for him. The burning in his veins made every step burn and his body ache. Joe was going to cave, he knew this. He was going to give in to his addiction, let the drugs take over his mind and he didn't care. He just didn't want anyone to see him.

He kept his head down, avoiding the gazes when he bumped into someone.  "Sor—" He started and then stopped. Standing in front of him was his vice. The real reason he was caving the white powder, not becuase of the burning sensation but becuase of her. She was his vice. "Ellen." He croaked out, pupils blown wide. It had been so long.

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Sin City A Dame to Kill For: Interview [x]

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Handwritten by whitepaperquotes contributor Hannah

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[clickthefrog]

Joe talks about RECollection at Amoeba Records

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Joseph Gordon-Levitt wraps his arm around the waist of his mystery girlfriend while grocery shopping at Gelson’s on Saturday (May 10) in Los Angeles. [x]

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As They Wil Be || Solo || Rppctask 1

April 28, 2014

The lights flashed around him but it was not a new experience for the actor. Usually they were directed at him, but tonight their focus was on the stars of the movie and he was fine with that. He was just a tee shirt, a suit jacket over it, and a pair slacks. The shirt of course was one of his hitRECord shirts and the jacket was a last minute thing for him, he did wanted to look somewhat like he belonged.

His brown eyes fell upon his boyfriend’s body a few feet ahead and a smile broke out over his face. Dave Franco. How did he get so lucky, seriously? This guy was his saving grace as far as Joe was concerned and it was true. If Dave hadn’t been there for him when he needed someone the most, he would be just another freshly dug grave. Not only did he owe Dave his life but he was head over heels in love with him too.

A surge of pride rose in his chest when he watched Dave interact with everyone there, taking pictures and signing autographs. He deserved this, Dave couldn’t see how talented he was but Joe could and he tried to remind him everyday in subtle ways just how amazing he really was. Dave looked up momentarily and their eyes met and everything else faded away. It was just the two of them and the conversation he had with his mother just a few days prior.

"Well, what do you see your relationship going with him?" She asked as she stirred her coffee trying to cool it down. Joe sighed and sat down his tea and ran a hand over his face. He should have known that coming here and telling her everything would lead to this. Yet if he was being honest with himself, it’s why he came here. She knew him better than he knew himself.

"I asked him to marry me." He said softly, his hand still covering part of his face. The slight rejection stung slightly still. "I want to spend forever with him, he’s my best friend, my saving grace….when I look at him, I see things as they are, as they were and as they will be. I see us happy and in love, I see Ellen’s face when I told her I slept with someone else…I see happiness.” He removed his hand and looked upon the fact of his mother not sure if anything he just made sense at all.

"You see happiness when you look at him?" He nodded his head. "Than there is your answer."

Joe smiled when their eyes met and he found himself taking steps, closing the gap between them. He ignored the slightly confused and scared look on his boyfriend’s face when he reached down and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. “Trust me.” He whispered before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s lips ignoring the fans, press, co-stars and whoever else was around them.

That was his answer. Dave. He was no longer living in the past, haunted by her face, no. He was now living for their future, the one he wanted to share with Dave, even if he had to wait forever for the younger to say yes to marrying him.

Dave was his forever.

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He lent into the kiss, letting his fingers grip slightly into the hip it was tracing patterns on just moments before. “I’m not ashamed to say I’m in love with you, Dave. We are real…very real. I asked you to marry me didn’t I?” He kissed his nose, a growing habit...

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He took those five words and let them sink in. An outsider may not realize how much of an impact those words meant on their relationship but Joe knew. He knew that this was more meaningful than hearing 'I love you' fall from his boyfriend's lips. You could love someone and still be scared, he knew that from firsthand experience. This meant everything to the both of them, those five simple words. Not being able to help himself, he lent in and kissed him passionately trying to express just how much those words meant to him in that one kiss. When he finally broke away needing air he said softly, "I haven't been afraid since you said you loved me back."

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[thedaveyfranco]

"Don’t be sorry." Dave muttered, kissing him then. "I’m chicken shit… you had to take the chance." He tilted his head to the side. "I loved it too… it made me realize how… real we are." Dave snickered then sighed, stroking Joe’s face with his spare hand. "I love you."

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He lent into the kiss, letting his fingers grip slightly into the hip it was tracing patterns on just moments before. "I'm not ashamed to say I'm in love with you, Dave. We are real...very real. I asked you to marry me didn't I?" He kissed his nose, a growing habit of his as he ignored the tightening feeling in his chest. "It was your time to shine that night so I decided to just go for it. I love you so much and I want the world to know, just casually. They don't need to know everything just yet...or ever."

[thedaveyfranco]

Dave breathed out and smiled toward Joe, his own hand finding his lovers waist. “You could..” Dave blushed, so shy in front of the public, and even more so with those he loved. He’d only ever been caught holding Alison’s hand in public before. He hummed and pressed his cheek to Joe’s, “You’ll play Jenga with me?”

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The blush didn't go unnoticed by Joe and it made his smile grow. His fingers gently brushed the skin on his side. "Not unless you want me too....I'm sorry I didn't ask before I grabbed your hand at the premier." His voice was soft as he really was sorry. He knew better but it felt so right... "Of course, just don't cheat again."

[thedaveyfranco]

"As long as it’s not Davey." Dave muttered, shifting a bit, then watching Joe settle. "Hypothetically; how might you prove it again to me?"

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"Dully noted." Joe smiled down at him and gently began to rub his hand up and down his side. "I could kiss you this time in front of everyone, or I could do something a bit more private." He nibbled at his ear. 

[thedaveyfranco]

Dave would have fought but he ended up humming, submissively, as usual. “David.” He snorted. “Why thank you, Joseph, I knew you loved me for me.”

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Joe rolled over so he was laying on top of his smaller yet more muscular boyfriend and chuckle. "Joseph doesn't bother me as much as David bothers you." He kissed his nose. "Don't tell me I have to prove to you that I love you."

[thedaveyfranco]

"I don’t like this. You either love my cats or you hate them, you love me or you lose me, you have to decide right now!" He demanded. "Hah…"

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Joe sighed before grabbing his boyfriend's wrist and pulling him down on the bed with him. Cuddling up to him he placed a kiss on his neck. "David, I love you and your cats. Even if they are assholes to me. Got it?"

[thedaveyfranco]

"Harry snuggles you at night!" Dave pouted aloud. "Arturo’s the one with the cockblocking issues. They’re not the same Joe!"

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He frowned in thought for a second. "Nuh uh! Besides Harry is being mean to me today, so he's on my shit list. My favorite has been changed." He scratched his chest absentmindedly. "Besides I know it's really you who cuddles me."

[thedaveyfranco]

Harry scrambled from Dave’s arms as the pants were flung and Dave caught them, tossing them aside. “You hate him, it’s only fair. You know that if you don’t love my cats it’s an instant deal breaker, right?”

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"He started it," He simply said before flopping down on the bed on his back and looking up at his boyfriend. "You know I love you, and your cat. Cat, singular, not plural. Harry is the devil as far as I'm concerned."