⭐️trohley⭐️
This is short and shitty like Pete Wentz
Also i changed the title of this book because i dont want it to just be smut ok
⭐️"Andy please!" Joe's eyes filled with tears as he tried his best to hold onto his husband's arm.
"Why; so you can spend my money on drugs and alcohol?"
"I-it's not like that!" Andy tugged his arm away from the taller man in front of him. "You can't leave me like this! You're all I have!"
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you started all of this!" Andy turned away from the man in front of him, not wanting to look at him in fear that he would crumble and give into his pleading look.
"Andy please, I love you, please don't do this." The older man scrunched his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before letting the hand that wasn't holding his one year old daughter rest on the door knob. "Andy!" Joe moved to cup his husband's face with his hand, bringing their lips together. "I need you." Joe sobbed, falling down onto his knees in front of the man he loved.
"I c-can't." Andy rubbed his lips, the taste of his husband in his mouth bringing him to the edge of breaking down.
"You don't have to do this."
"I do, Joe. I'm just helping you do this! The weed, the alcohol, the coke. I'm just providing money for it."
"I can stop this! I just need you to help me. You promised to love and support me, to care for me and my health until the day one of us dies!"
"Well I can't do that!" Andy snapped and pushed open the door.
"What about Ruby?"
"I'm taking her with me. Her stuff's already in the car."
"You can't take away my daughter!"
"She's my daughter too!" Joe broke down in tears, leaning against the wall and bringing his head to rest on his knees. "P-please! I love you!"
"I love you too, Joe. Call me again when you've sorted all this shit out." The slam of the front door echoed through the house, Joe's sobs muffled by his knees.
"A-Andy."
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Oneshots - multiship
FanficA collection of oneshots from various different ships - smut and fluff requests always open but no promises theyll be written