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@writingforuandme
Welcome!!
I haven’t done a proper intro so here we go!
Who I write for (for now):
Joe keery
Steve Harrington
Travis (Teacake) Meacham
Requests are: Closed!! Come back soon to give me some ideas!!
I’m very new to posting on tumblr and writing so feel free to send in advice or tips and tricks! I am simply writing for fun so send in some fun ideas!
Thanks for stopping by!!
Blessing us with these smut fics omg
THANK YOU!!! I’m glad you’ve liked them!!❤️❤️❤️ Requests will open back up soon!
Can you write smut where whenever you and Joe are out in public with friends or people you always sneak away to the bathroom with each other and it gets messsyyy😋
It’s done!! I’ll link it here!
Thank you for the request i loved writing this!!
Distractions and Signals
MINORS DNI 18+
Warnings: fem reader, oral (f reciving), fingering, use of y/n, semi public sex, talk of sex, alcohol
Synopsis: you and Joe always sneak off to get some alone time thinking you are being discreet…
run me over 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Now im wondering how drunk sex would be with him🫣🫣
Done! linked here for you!!!
thank you for the request! i had fun writing this one!!
Longing and Messy
MINORS DNI 18+
Warning: female reader, smut, p in v, y/n use, alcohol consumption, fluff, kissing, drunk sex (both parties are drunk)
Summary: After Joe’s show in Chicago an evening out leads to an intense night back in the hotel.
Girl we need more smut for Joe that was the best thing I’ve ever read
UGH THANK YOU I HAVE A FEW REQUESTS TO DO!!❤️❤️
Smoke and Mirrors
MINORS DNI 18+
Warnings: female reader, smut, p in v, profanity, drug use, fluff, use of y/n, smooching, more maybe i’m sorry im not great at warnings
Summary: Y/N and Joe smoke for the first time together ( i genuinely don’t know how to write summary’s)
phoebes screaming in 20 dollars is the gay version of Taylor swifts ratatara
I knew a girl, she brought me life
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SMAU/Fic
Synopsis: when y/n covers a song for a radio station it intrigues many (idk how to write a synopsis for this i’m so sorry)
Warning: bad writing, one no no word, use of y/n, non existent face claim, lmk if there are more!
y/n_music
Liked by mckennagraceful, conan gray, djotime and 304k others
y/n_music that's a wrap on philly thank you for being so loud and generous love to you all!! Special thank you to mckennagraceful for bringing the energy so proud of how far you've come!
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mckennagraceful you’re the sweetest cant wait to finish out this leg!!
Liked by y/n_music
conangray my two favorite rockstars
y/n_music imy cone
billieeilish so excited to see you love you
y/n_music cant wait!!
djofan_84 oh???
user713452985 i have such bad fomo why aren't they coming to Michigan
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Texts
Mcnugget (mckenna)
Are you breathing okay?
Y/n
Ummm yeah lol should i not be
Mcnugget (mckenna)
Right.. It's not like your favorite person in the world liked your post
y/n
Stop how did i not realize until now
Uh oh MCKENNA HELP
Mcnugget (mckenna)
WHAT? WHAT?
y/n
He just followed me
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y/n_music
Liked by djotime, postanimalupdates, gracieabrams and 504k others
y/n_music thank you so so much for having me @bbcradio and letting me cover one of my all time favorite songs egg and perform my latest single. Watch both performances on the bbcradio’s youtube
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djotime im so very honored thank you
y/n_music thank YOU! Truly an incredible record you put out this year
billieeilish JUSTIN SHIRT SPOTTED
y/n_music well of course
Djo_supremisist MOTHER AND FATHER YESSS
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djotime
Hey i just wanted to tell you how amazing that cover was and your all your work is so well done no doubt you're record of the year for sure
y/n_music
Thank you so much that means so much! I absolutely love the album, such amazing work all around!
djotime
Thank you so much! Feel free to ignore me if this is too forward and i know we havent talked but id love to get some of your amazing production or vocals on a song soon if you'd be up for it
y/n_music
Not too forward at all I would love to! You're over at electric lady right? I think ive seen you a few times there
djotime
Yeah im in new york right now let me know what days work for you! :)
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That's as fast as it happened. Usually you'd think things like this only happen in books or stories but no, I'm walking into electric lady studios to record with someone I’ve appreciated for so long. I walk in the doorway pulling out my phone to text Joe that I made it in but before I can even turn it on I see him walking down the narrow hallway. He's much taller than I thought. He's wearing a black zip up with a graphic tee and baggy dark blue jeans. “Hey!” he says with a smile as wide as your own.
“Hi! I'm excited!” I try not to overanalyze my tone or word choice because I know that will only make things worse. “Me too! We're all posted up back here.” He walks making small talk as we go down the hall. He makes sure to look back every so often as if he's making sure I'm not going to run away. We walk into the studio. “Guys this is y/n.” A collective of excited heys are said as they each say their names. At the beginning it was a bit awkward but somehow I eventually had a guitar in my hands and was showing them a riff I had been toying with but not sure what to put over it. Immediately Javi spoke up. “Yo,” he said, gently hitting Joe's shoulder. “You remember that one song you had?” He hurriedly hums a tune. Joe’s eyebrows raise. “Javi you genius.” Joe whips out his phone as a small chuckle falls from my lips. He looks up and smiles at me. It's not just a smile, it's a certain look I can't quite figure out. He hands me his phone and I read the lyrics.
I knew a girl, she knocked at my door
Head in the clouds, feet off the floor
I knew a girl
She brought me life
Back when the girl was mine
She knocks and knocks
I knew a girl
She brought me life
Back when the girl was mine
It feels like a big waste of time
I don't seem to mind
But life keeps swallowing
thats why i learned to cook
Im a vacuumed sealed body bag
In a crafted metabolic way
Salutations to the old world
Hundred oysters for a single pearl
You could not get over the talent this man had. “Do you like it?” He asks elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together. “Joe, this is amazing.” He smiles exhaling. “Alright then looks like we have our project for today. Also if you want to change anything or add anything let me know!” He grins at you and you smile back. “I couldn't change anything.” Wes comes over putting a hand on Joe's shoulder. “Alright, less flirting, more work. I'm excited about this song.” Joe's cheeks flush and you chuckle. “We're just getting to know each other right Joe?” I laugh out loud. “Yeah.” Joe sits down on the couch next to me and my breath hitches. He smirks at me. Fuck.
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Thank you for reading I took a bit of inspo from @hanwritesthings amazing fic
Lmk if you want more i’m also open to do requests! they may take awhile or not happen tho bc of my schedule i can’t write a lot!
Lonesome is a state of mind
Synopsis: after a harsh ending memories flood back as you walk down Manhattan streets
Warnings: use of y/n, bad writing, fluff, lmk if there are others
Present (Manhattan, New York)
It's been months yet the reminders never waver. It's always something subtle, a smell, a noise, a song. This time it's the smell of a stranger's cologne. It wasn't the same but there were similar notes of cedar and sandalwood. That's all it takes to provoke the plastic wrapped memories.
May 7th (Manhattan, New York)
I am half asleep as I roll over to sprawl out on the light blue sheets. I expect to feel the cold sheets beneath my fingers instead my hand meets a warm body quite harshly.
“Ouch” he says with a chuckle as he looks up through brown framed lenses from his book and at me. He clearly has been awake much longer than me due to the absence of sleep in his voice. “Its only eight and you're already out to get me.”
“Sorry” I say, sleep weighing down my words. “I thought you would be down stairs by now.” He puts his book mark in his book and places it on the wooden table. “Nah, I've been working all week and wanted a relaxing morning.” It's true, this week he was stressed and overwhelmed. Bosses had called him in when he was supposed to be off, people calling him in the middle of the night with questions, and emails upon emails flooded his inbox. But it was finally Sunday and his work was closed and it was a day for rest.
“Ugh, I never want to get out of this bed.” I shift to curl into his side. “Then don't. My plan was to rot in bed all day and maybe…” He looks down at me. “Pick up dinner from that one place down the road you always want.” I whip my head around to look at him. “Really?” He nods. The sleep is completely gone from my voice now, the excitement taking over. “My dream day.”
I turn to get out of bed but he grabs my wrist. “Umm where do you think you're going? Did we not just discuss a whole day in bed?” I turn to see his dark brown eyes looking up at me. Now that I'm standing up I see his hair, more messy than usual, and his glasses angled down on the edge of his nose from reading. “I just need to grab a sweatshirt real quick. It's cold.” He lets go of my wrist. “Okay hurry up, I want to watch an episode of our show.” I do a little jog to our shared closet, my hands warming under my arms. I grab my favorite sweatshirt to steal from his side of the rack. I pull it over my head as I get a waft of his cologne, sandalwood and cedar. I shove my hand in the pocket of the hoodie and run back to bed jumping into the blankets like a child. He grabs the remote off the nightstand. “I think we're on episode 7.”
Present (Manhattan, New York)
As I walk down the snow lined sidewalks the memory fades as the cold wind bites my nose. I walk into the coffee shop on the corner. I always stop in if I'm out of the house, something about the familiar surroundings and soft piano tunes continues to draw me in. I order and sit down on the dark wood chair. I turn toward the door and begin to walk.
“Hey Y/N!” I turn around to see Charlie standing with coffee in hand, his thick British accent spread on each word. “Hey, Charlie..” I say uncomfortably. “It's nice to see you!” he's walking towards me now. “I haven't seen you in forever!” The last time I saw him his hair was longer and matted, but now he looks put together. “Yeah. It’s nice to see you!” I say slightly less awkward hoping I'm putting on a good enough “happy face” for him. “I hate to do this but I gotta run. But you should swing by Natalia and Penny miss you!” The mention of his girlfriend and old labradoodle brings light to my heart as I remember the times I would join them for dinner or invade their house with him.
November 12th (Manhattan, New York)
I'm in the kitchen finishing cleaning the coffee machine. When I hear the creak of our bedroom door. “You’re up late” I say as he rounds the counter and looks down at me. He leans against the marble counter. “Yeah, sorry I didn't come to bed until late. I was just stuck on this one piece. I think I might walk over to Charlies later and try to figure it out.” He pushes himself away from the counter arms outstretched for my embrace. I dry my hands and turn toward him, wrapping my arms around his torso. “Sounds good!” I say against his chest. We stay like that for a little while in the comfortable sleepy silence, the air conditioning humming throughout the house. I pull away and point to two full mugs of coffee on the counter. “I made you some coffee.” “Thank you, love.” He walks over and picks them up, handing one of the warm cups to me. We stand together leaning against the kitchen counter, cups in hand.
“What do you think about going over to Charlie’s with me?” He doesn't look at me, he says it into the air looking out the window. I turn toward him with a questioning look on my face. “Are you sure? I don't want to distract or mess up your flow.” His eyes meet mine as he looks over the rim of his coffee cup taking a slow sip before he puts the cup down. “Im sure! I want you to hear this one and give me some input. You're always good with advice, I'm sure your advice for music is the same.” I place my mug down too and look at him deeply. “Are you sure?” I ask again not wanting to intrude. “I'm positive!" I look at him once more with an unsure expression. “Love, come on, I said I'm sure 100 times!” he laughs. “Ok, ok. I'll go, plus I haven't seen Penny in awhile.” He smiles, his true smile, not a smile for me, a smile for him. “Alright then!” he says, clapping his hands together. “I'm excited to show you!” His expression softens and he looks gracefully at me, not as if he's looking through me, but looking inside me. “I'm excited to hear it!” I smile softly, lifting my mug again.
I open the door as the cold wind passes through the doorway. I pull my hood up and tuck my hands in my sweatpant pockets. He follows behind me, I turn to face him as he locks the door. “Holy, it's cold!” I say as the cold air compresses my muscles. He turns around, shoving the key in the pocket of his jeans and adjusts his beanie. “Woo!” he says as a gust of wind passes. “Thank goodness it's only a short walk.” I have walked to Charlie’s house before, for dinners, movies or time together but it's different this time. I can tell he's nervous as we round the block. I lift my hand out of my pocket and link my arm around his and place my hand into the pouch of my hoodie. I lift my head to look at him. He's only a few inches taller than me but I still feel short when I'm with him. “I don't have to go.” I say, smiling at his childlike nervousness. “No, no I want you to. It's just different.. but I'm excited.” His face is bright but his body tense, probably from the mixture of the cold and nerves. We walk up to the black metal gate unlatching it and walking to the door. He raps on the door 5 times. The old wood door opens as Natalia smiles at the sight of us. “Hey guys, me and Charlie were just about to leave but you guys are welcome to come in!” We walk in the house happy to be in the comfort of a heated home. I pull my hands out of my hoodie pocket, pulling my hood off my eyes. “Damn, you guys’ heater is strong!” I say pushing my shoes off my heel with my opposite foot. He does the same as he takes off his beanie leaving straggled hair in its wake. I reach up to smooth and untangle his hair with my fingers and a soft smile forms on both our faces. “Yeah I hate the cold.” she says as footsteps echo around the corner. Charlie appears through the hallway entrance. “Shes a wimp when it comes to the cold.” he says walking over to us. Charlie gives me a playful shove as if to say “move he's mine” and goes in to give him a hug. “Nice to see you man.” he says. “I know it's been so long!” Charlie says pulling away. Natalia walks up to me giving me a small hug and murmurs in my ear. “He let you come to watch him write?” I pull away and nod. She gives me a look that makes me feel special, different. “Y/N!” Charlie exclaims giving me a side hug. “Oh so now you want to say hi.” I laugh, returning the hug and give him a playful push away in revenge for his shove. Charlie gestures to the house. “Make yourself at home.” Charlie looks over at him “ I know you will," he says jokingly. “Behave and bedrooms are off limits kids” Natalia adds. I chuckle to myself as they make their way to the door and close it behind them. I immediately squat down and call Penny’s name as her paws pad down the hall. “Hey cutie! I've missed you!”
After we play with Penny for a while watching her wag her tail and jump for toys we make our way to the studio. It wasn't anything big, just a few instruments and foam slabs on the wall to muffle the absorb sound. He sits down on a small stool picking up an acoustic guitar as I take a seat in the desk chair swiveling it around to face him. “It’s still a draft and any feedback you have tell me, good and bad.” There's nerves but also excitement and light in his face. “Of course.” I say then he sighs as wraps his hand around the neck of the guitar. Then he starts playing. The guitar had some right fret buzz but, somehow, it makes the song even more vulnerable. His voice begins to mix with the sound of the strings. I was listening to him but at the same time I wasn't. I was watching him. He was in his element, doing what he loved and what helped him through so many hard times. When he was finished he looked up at me, gathered my awe and amazement in a bundle and handed it to him all at once. “Holy.” I say as I gaze at him he's no longer nervous, he's relieved. “Did you write all of that? Like, by yourself?” He nods “Yeah the chords need some work but-” “That's my favorite.” I say. He laughs “You haven't even heard anything else.” “I don't need to, I already have decided.” He stands up and walks over to me. “I'm glad you like it. Ok but in all seriousness do you have any negative feedback.” I stand up and hug him and at that moment he is finally relaxed. “I thought it was great! Like you said the chords might need a little work but it sounded so good!” We pull apart as I look up at him. “Thank you for showing me” He studies my face looking over all my features. “Of course I trust you more than anything. Thank you for the feedback.” We smile at each other and happiness floods the room. “Okay I'm hungry, let's get food.” I chuckle and follow him out of the room.
"When the house falls, the voice remains" — A message from Gaza, written by Abdelmajid ✍️
In a time where news is just numbers, and images pass in seconds, there are faces that remain. I am one of them.
My name is Abdelmajid. I don't carry an extraordinary story — I share what has sadly become ordinary in Gaza: Waking up to find no roof above me 🏚️, calling out to my mother and hearing no reply 💔, surviving a certain death… only to face the daily battle to live.
We used to believe war was a moment that would pass. But we’ve learned it may begin… and never end. It doesn’t just take homes — it takes childhood, voices, the faces we love.
Since that day, I no longer have a little world called my room. No key. No quiet corner. What remains? Fragments of memory… and a flicker of hope I carry every time my niece looks at me and asks, "Why did this happen to us?" 👧
I’m not writing for pity, nor for passing sadness. I write because we need a voice — someone to carry our story back into the rhythm of this loud world 🌍
You may not be able to end the war, but you can ease its cruelty on those who survived. You can extend a hand to someone trying to rebuild from rubble 🤝
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Whether you donate, share, or simply read these words to the end — your action may go unseen by cameras, but it makes a real difference ✨
For authenticity, Abdelmajid is verified and listed as #537 on the GazaVetters trusted vetting list. ✅
From my heart, and from the heart of Gaza: Thank you for still seeing the human behind the headlines 🕊️
on a brighter note, stream doechii
they told me i would meet conan!
on my way to meet him 😽
