Tequila and You (Joel x Reader short)
A/N: I got this idea when I heard the song Tequila And You(hence the name) and so yeah. It’s sad. But it has a happy-ish ending. I’m sorry for the sads.
Tw: suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, mention of self harm, mention of alcohol abuse. I think that’s all.
Taking a shot and grimacing at the burn, I feel another tear drop down my face, onto the bar below me. “Another please.” I say, sliding the shot glass to the bartender. “Sure thing.” He says, sliding the full shot right back. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as the memories rush back.
"I don’t think I can do this anymore." He says, the whiskey on his breath apparent. "This. Us. I can’t." His hand running through his hair, as he usually does when he’s stressed. I stare at my folded hands as I sit on the couch, silent. "Talk to me!" He screams, voice breaking. "I don’t know what to say Joel! You’re just giving up! Like the past 2 fucking years are nothing!" I yell back at him, tears streaming down my face. "I’ve tried everything with you. Everything, Joel. And I still end up being wrong. No matter what I do, it’s the same thing every time. We fight, we act like strangers, then you drink and I smoke." I don’t state the self harm. I look up long enough to see him punch the wall and collapse to the floor. "So maybe you’re right. Maybe this is the end." I stand up, grabbing my jacket from the table and walking to the door. "I love you." I whisper, barely audible. I could’ve sworn I heard a mumbled apology and an I love you too as I stepped out the door.
Slamming back the shot, I no longer scrunch my face at the sting. It’s become as normal as the stinging of my arms. “Is tequila all you drink, ma’m?” The bartender asks. I pull my head up. “Just one more night.” I say. He thinks nothing of it and carries on with his work. My mind wonders if the streets are busy enough yet. I’ve already made up my mind that tonight is my last. One more night, one more shot. The poison in my blood and him in my mind… God knows I’m crazy. I’ve fought as much as I could. I just can’t do it anymore. Tossing the last shot down, I stand up and pull out my phone. “I’m sorry I troubled you for so long. Goodbye Joel.” I text him, before stepping into the chilly Austin weather. All emotions gone, I walk to the closest bridge and stand on the edge of the sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. As I step to my end, someone grabs my arm and pulls me into a tight hug. “Please don’t, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much.” I tense against the larger body for a moment before loosening up. “I’m so sorry.” Joel whispers, holding me right against his chest. All at once, me emotions come back and I cry. Pulling away, Joel holds my face in his hands. “We can make this work I promise. I love you so much. I’ll do anything. Please don’t.” He kisses my forehead and pulls me back into the hug. “I’m sorry..” I say into his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.” Joel whispers. And I believe him.
still havent seen any greenday jokes….its september….wtf is going on
i guess everyone’s on holiday
Things that would be nice at 4 am
Long make out session
Hearing each other breathe
Laughs and corny jokes
Someone please sum up what I need to know for chemistry and algebra 2 and French 1 and world history
h2o, a2 + b2 = c2, oui oui baguette eiffel tower, obama