Reader x joe biden oneshots

The end?

Warnings:  angst,  age gap,  miscommunication,  established relationship,  argument,  not proofread,  ooc,  GN!reader,  use of y/n,  use of l/n,  use of "..." (like a lot),  reader is not a virgin,  no nsfw tho,  i dont know anything about politics,  formatting is ass (as always)

Word count:977

A/N: Do you ever just sit down at midnight and start writing joe biden x reader angst?

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You and your husband were having dinner, and it was really uncomfortable. It shouldn't be, but it was. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something was off, or rather, it has been off for weeks, months you don't even remember when it started. You have mentioned it to Joe a few times, but he always dismissed it or changed the subject. He didn't want to talk about your relationship. It was weird; normally he is all about communication, but not this time. What's up with him or what's up with you? This was starting to get really bothersome, so you decided to bring it up again.. 'So Joe, has anything been bugging you lately?' He pauses mid-eating and looks up at you '..no' and goes back to eating. ' It's just..i dunno..you have been so dry lately whenever I ask about work...you used to go on about your day for hours upon hours' you take a deep breath you dont know why you're nervous It's just a question. 'Are you hiding something from me, Joe?' He put his fork down and said, 'I'm done eating,' and with that, he left the table, leaving you alone...again. Why was he doing this? What could an 80+ year old man be hiding from his wife? There's no way any sane person would date him, so he for sure isn't cheating, but then the question remains: what was he hiding?

You step into your bedroom. Your husband was getting ready for bed. He looked at you with a guilty face. 'Hello, honey,' he said. Despite the sweet nickname, it sounded like something he called you out of habit and not because he meant it. That or you were going slowly insane. 'You didn't answer my question.' There was no way for him to run away this time. He looked at you confused, but you can see right through him. 'What question?' he asked, faking innocence. You looked at him firmly and threateningly. His confused face morphed into a much more annoyed one with a hint of sadness. He slowly approached you and wrapped his big hands around your waist, towering over you as you were being reminded of your position as the much taller man stood in front of you. 'Let's forget about it for today and just go to bed. I'm really tired,' he said as he pulled you into the bed.

You woke up the next day at the usual time, but the bed felt cold. Your eyes shot open. He isn't next to you. He isn't here; he's always here. Why isn't he there next to you? Did you do something wrong? You just wanted to fix your already broken relationship. You sat up trying to shake the tiredness this whole situation was bringing you and go about your day as you would usually do...maybe when he comes home you would ask why he left early. He's going to have a reasonable explanation... yeah, an explanation... that would be nice.

That would have been nice, but all you got is 'I just got home, leave me alone.' Maybe you were a bit pushy, but for god sake, your relationship was falling apart and you couldn't just stand there and watch, so you asked him again while watching TV with him, and again when he said he was going to go tell the people in the kitchen to get the dinner started, and again when you were eating said dinner with him.

'Joe, dear, are you hiding something from me?' You asked as your food went untouched, 'I already said I don't want to talk about it, y/n l/n' and slammed his hands on the table.
Enough is enough, you thought, and you stood up and started walking to your room. every step you took, demanding authority. Your hypothetical cup was filled, and you were over it. If he doesn't care about your relationship, then he doesn't deserve the relationship you stormed into your bedroom and shut the door behind you and made sure to slam it loud enough for him to hear from the dining room.
You were putting away your stuff when your husband knocked on your shared bedroom door. You were surprised because he never does that. It's not like him; he would usually barge in with no care in the world, but he was acting differently.
You allowed him in, and he entered the room with his head hanging low.
'What is it, Joe?' You asked curiously.
He didn't respond, just kind of stood in the door awkwardly looking at his feet. 'If it's about your little secret, I don't wan-' before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you, 'I'm not continuing my campaign for reelection.' The room fell silent. 'What..' was this some sick joke? Why would he do that? ' I got scared, y/n' he said as if reading your mind. 'I wanted to step down for a long while... and the debate this June didn't help the case.' It's true that
The debate wasn't pretty, but was this worth ruining what you had? No matter, you already decided. 'I need space' is all you said, and with that, you left, shoving him aside and slamming the door shut behind you. Your tears threatened to spill as you left your home..no..this wasn't your home anymore. You couldn't go back and face the man you once loved; he changed, and not for the better.

Joe Biden stood there in the room that was once shared by the two of you. the room that was filled with joy and warmth. the room where he lost his virginity with you. the room that was now so cold. He felt alone. Will you come back? Do you have a place to go? What will the media think of this? Did he make the right choice?

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wow..i'm in tears right now