Look Me In The Eyes And Tell Me That This Man Is Not In Love…

POV: Demon!Josh is speaking with Jake and he notices that you’re staring at him, you look away blushing with a little smile on your face but as you turn your head back you see the demon smirking back at you…

@garbagevanfleet ABADDON inspired me to draw this :) I hope you like it and I can’t wait for the next part, you’re amazing 🤩 ❤️❤️‍🔥 (I don’t know why’s it so blurry tumblr is trying to f me up but if you click on the pic it’s better lol) have a beautiful day <3

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Cliquetober Day 29 - Car

Mom I FREW UP 🥴

(meme by me)

he’s so happy 🥺✨❤️‍🔥💍

add your favorite stage face that josh makes, this might be mine

Got a bit wine drunk, started a new clegan fic, will I be finishing it? No one knows. Bon apetit 😘

(Again sorry for the typos and grammatical errors English is not my first language)

John was about to die of boredom being stuck in his car for countless of hours surviving only on coffee and pie from the shabby road side diners he passed by. But the thought of what (or more like who) waited for him at the end of his journey made it all worth while in the end.

After what felt like an eternity and countless questions of strangers to point him in the right direction he finally caught the sight he was looking for at the end of the long winding dirt road.

A white paneled farmhouse stood stretching high on the ground like some kind of holy church surrounded by mountains and carefully placed wooden fences greeted him like some sort of salvation. Offering him a bit of peace and comfort.

Clambering out of his beat up pickup truck he stretched out his sore and stiff joints squinting in the glaring sun, wishing he had a hat to block out the harsh light.

He carefully pulled out his pack of smokes and lit up, savoring the first bitter drag with a quiet hum. He felt up the pocket of his slacks for the letter that was sent to him a week ago inviting him to the cozy ranch. Tracing the worn edges of the envelope he let his heart jump in the thought of the sender.

In hopes of a comfier seat and maybe some fresh warm coffee he made the short distance from his car to the worn down steps of the grand house. At the front door he took inventory of the porch, already imagining himself having a drink and a well deserved smoke sitting in one of the white woven chairs. There was a horseshoe hung on the doorframe for good luck and he had to admit that it’s kind of funny considering the fact that the owner of the house doesn’t believe in superstitions.

John raised his hand to knock but suddenly he felt a bit self conscious about the state he must be in after the long hours spent in his car. Trying to get himself under wraps he combed his fingers through his curls, longer than regulations now that the war has ended and he’s out of the army, and tucked his shirt in more firmly into the waist of his pants. Dusting himself off and rubbing his face with his hands to try and look more presentable. He had to laugh at the notion, it’s unlikely that his host would have any issues with his appearance anyways.

Finally in giddy happiness he rapped his knuckles on the painted doorframe and waited for the sweet sight of the man he so desperately wanted to see.

But there was no answer, so he knocked again and again to no avail. Maybe he was in the deeper parts of the large looking house and couldn’t hear his desperate ministration. So he opted for pounding his fist on the door, three heavy swings enough to wake the dead, and nothing. John was kind of worried that maybe the man of the hour is not home as they never set a date for the visit.

As he was about to sit on the steps to light another cigarette he heard a shout and some commotion from the far left of him and went to investigate. He rounded the house and walked along the fence a few paces, that’s when he got a sight of him. After what felt like an eternity, which was in real time only under a short year, he finally had his sight set on him.

Buck was glowing in the mid afternoon sun. He was on the back of a white stallion in full on cowboy getup. His golden spun hair was showed under a tan cowboy hat. His button up was loose from his tight denim jeans that hugged his long strong legs and he wore some dark brown leather boots that were secured in silver stirrups.

John’s breath caught in his throat and he allowed his poor heart to miss a few beats. Gale did cut a magnificent image in his natural element. As he was sure that the sun comes up every morning he was also sure that he will never see Gale ride a horse, but he was pleasantly proven wrong.

Gale looked like a real cowboy, he is a real cowboy John accepts the fact as he also accepts that he is unable to look away. Because Gale is breathtaking, he is breathtaking and John’s heart squeezes painfully. Gale stays glued to the saddle like he’s paid by the hour to do so and shouts commands to the seemingly wild horse, trying to break it in.

John whistles loudly to get his attention and Gale’s head snaps in his direction and lets out a whistle of his own to the horse and starts galloping toward John. The horse following his order makes a break in the direction Gale points him and delivers his rider in no time.

The horse kicks up quite a dust cloud as Gale skids him to a stop in front of the fence. John unable to help himself jumps back a bit. As the dust settles the first thing he sees is Buck’s toothy grin.

“Well I’ll be damned, howdy city boy” Gale greats him laying his accent on thick, leaning on the saddle with his arms crossed. John hopes he can blame the blush that spreads high on his cheeks on the warm Wyoming air.

“Hello partner” he greets Gale trying to copy the accent but failing miserably and sounding way too goofy as soon as he can get the words out “Do I have to worry about you spitting chewing tobacco at my feet or you didn’t quite commit to the whole cowboy shebang?”

Oh no… my heart… it’s broken 💔💔

Hi! I was listening to this song earlier today and felt the need to have my heart broken. I was wondering if you could write something from Josh’s perspective where he’s reminiscing about your past relationship after he sees you out with a new lover and kind of plays through his thoughts and emotions in the aftermath of seeing you. Thank you so much 💕

note: I'm sorry this took me a minute, but I hope you like it! And that literally my favorite Josh picture ever.

Like We Used To

The house was cold. Despite him having the heat on, it was still cold. Josh had made his bed permantly on the couch, not being able to bring himself to sleep in the same bed you had once laid next to him in. The last time he laid in the bed was the night after you left. He couldn’t even sleep, he kept tossing and turning, trying to remember what it felt like to have your body next to him. Your peaceful breathing that would lull him to bed, or the feeling of your icy cold feet on his calf in the middle of the night. He wondered if you were sharing your bed with someone else. If you stole your new partners pillows in the middle of the night, or if you laid your head on your new partners chest to hear their heartbeat, or if they knew what to do when you had a nightmare or would sleep walk.

Nothing was bringing him comfort, and he was all out of tears to cry, so he moved to the couch. He spent his nights watching Hairspray, your favorite movie. He always thought it was cheesy, but would smile at how excited you would get at the same parts, or would sing every song, or how you had begged him for you guys to be Link and Tracy for halloween.

“He’s superficial,” Josh complained, “He was more obsessed with his image than fighting injustice, and then sings some stupid song about being in love with Tracy after she leaves him?”

“Yes but he gives up his image to be with her, that’s what the whole last song is about!” You said.

“That still doesn’t cover up the fact-“

“You can’t stop the beat, Josh!”

He hated crying, he hated the feeling of everything closing in on him before that release of tears. It had been 6 months since you two had last seen each other, 6 months since you had broken his heart for what you said “was best” but Josh was wondering for who. He had spent most of his time in the studio, trying to pound out this new album. The guys knew not the mention you around him, but it was simply a slip up on his younger brother’s part.

“I didn’t even know what to do,” Sam said to Danny, “She was crying and sounded so upset,”

“Y/N was crying?” Josh asked, having overheard the conversation. Sam wiped his head around to see his older brother, brown eyes rimmed with red from crying earlier.

“I-I”

“Is she okay?”

“I’m not sure, she said something about Alex, her boyfriend, and getting into a fight,” Sam said and Josh couldn’t hear anymore. He walked out of the studio and into the bathroom. He gripped the sides of the sink and did his best to fight back his tears, but it was no use. Every bad situation was running through his head, and he hated it. What if you were in trouble? What if it was your anxiety? What if this Alex dude did something to you? Did this Alex dude know how to help you through your panic attacks? Did he hold you while you cried and fought with your inner demons?

That stupid song he had thought he deleted from his phone came around to haunt him. He was never really a Prince fan, but you loved the song Purple Rain. You had dragged him to listen to the song as you guys danced in the back yard. Josh laughed as you twirled around the yard, singing at the tops of your lungs. He had grabbed his camera, and recorded you. But now, that song was like nails on the chalk board. He wanted to pick up the stupid record player and smash it to pieces, having enough of the party his brothers dragged him too. Had you overplayed the song for him? Did he get to see you let go and dance around like no one was watching? Was he doing the things that Josh used to?

It had been 14 months and 7 days. That’s how long it had been since Josh had heard or seen you. He had known you had moved on, it was clear on your social media. Pictures of your new life while the ones of your old life were gone. Fans had stopped asking him where you were, and stopped making assumptions of what had happened. It was clear to everyone, YOU had broken Josh’s heart. You were the enemy to the peaceful army, you were the one they should hate. When in reality, Josh blamed himself for what had happened between the two of you. He simply had too much love to give, and didn’t give you enough. He thought he made the right choice, pushing you away, forcing you to walk out to fulfill a life he didn’t think he could ever give you. And to seal the deal, he gave his body to someone else, just to make sure you were hurt enough to not fight to come back.

Josh had a small feeling that you would come to the show tonight. You had told him that your dream was always to go to a concert at the famous Troubadour, and here they were, playing in your city, at your favorite spot. It took him a while to find out where you had gone, you fled Nashville, your parents denied that you moved to back to Michigan, so that only meant you followed your heart to the coast. Jake had briefly mentioned you posted an instagram story of you outside the venue, your boyfriend’s smiling face in it too. Josh couldn’t help but try and scan the audience for you. You felt some guilt, you knew you shouldn’t have dragged your current boyfriend to your ex’s show. It was almost like a slap in the face to him, a ‘look what she used to have’ type of thing. Alex had expressed his feelings about going to the show, dragging his feet, but he would do anything to make you happy, cause deep down, he knew you weren’t in love with him, no, you were in love with the idea of being loved. The idea of having someone to warm the vacant side of the bed, someone to hold on the cold nights, someone to help you forget about the man who had torn your heart apart.

Josh couldn’t sleep, his eyes focused on the dark ceiling above him, and the loud sounds of Sam and whoever he had brought back to his hotel room, filtered through the wall. Josh’s mind couldn’t help but wonder if you let him touch you like he used to. You had given yourself to Josh, letting him be the first man to ever touch you in such an intimate way. You had let your guard down, and let Josh see all of you. He had worshiped your body, making you feel comfortable and loved. The feeling that he left your body was complete euphoria, something you couldn’t even describe in words. Josh wondered, was that what you felt now? Or did you fake it every time he touched you? Did you think of Josh’s body, his hands, his eyes, his mouth while your new partner touched you? Did you whisper the same words or make the same sounds for him? Josh wished it could’ve been him instead, him laying next to you, touching you, loving you.

It took all of Josh’s strength to slide on that call. But he did anyway. He felt like crying when he heard your voice come through the receiver. It was like hearing gold, hearing honey, melting away any tension that he had. You always had that effect on him, you still do have that effect on him.

“Y/N, hey, how are you?” He asked.

“I’m good, I was just wondering if you got the invite I sent for Sam’s surprise party,” You asked and Josh sighed. He had gotten the invite, he just didn’t know how to respond. He was waiting a couple of days, trying not to jump the gun and seem desperate to respond to your text.

“I did,” Josh answered, “Of course I’ll be there, I was just gonna ask if you needed help with anything?”

“If you’re willing,” He could basically hear your smile, “I want to apologize, Josh,”

“Why are you apologizing? I was the one who fucked up,” He said.

“I just left, without telling you. I just disappeared,”

“You didn’t leave without reason though,” He sighed, “Just tell me, does he do the things I used to?”

He could hear you pause and then take a deep breath. He heard you sniffle, he could tell you were crying, “He does, Josh, and-and more.”

“Jake heard from your dad he proposed, congrats,”

“He did,” You said, fiddling with the ring on your finger, “But he’s not you Josh. We might do the things you and I used to do, but it won’t ever be the same.” You paused and then sighed, “I gotta go Josh,” Josh nodded even though you couldn’t see him, “I love you, Josh. I always have.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

That night as Josh laid in his bed, the images of him proposing to you, marrying you, having kids with you, and ultimately dying next to you, filled his head. He just wished he could do the things like you used to.

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Don’t make me beg now baby,

Don’t make me bleed

Current mood: in desperate need of gvf mutals 🥲🥲 I can’t help but feel envy when I see y’all being besties :( And I can’t convince my friends to like the boys so I’m left alone fangirling my brains out 💀

(No hate or anything I love to see everyone supporting and loving each other ❤️‍🔥)

Anyways enjoy this heavily edited sketch of Jake 🌹