#ft. joey

[chessyhoward]

TEXTING: JOEY

CHESS: Hon, have you got my checkered mini skirt at your place?

CHESS: If you say no and I see Micah in it on our next outing I will be very cross x

[authorscottycarter]

TEXTING: JOEY

Scotty: If Micah looked like Idris Elba, would you have sex with him?

Scotty: Walk with me on this, it’s fine, it’s cool.

[plantgirlpops]

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People and things lately.

[loudenver]

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Massachusetts, we go hard. @paranormaljoey

[ghosthuntingwithmicah]

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joey stole my phone just so she could take pics of how sxc the back of my head is clearly

[100boxties]

SETTING: the warm morning sun meets the clear blue sky, marking the start of another day for some and the end of one for others. beneath them is the small talk café -- closed, still, for the public but the door opens for one. @semidull

“Jo?” Something is wrong when, in these early hours, Lucky barges in through the doors without a freshly caught amberjack in a bag of ice but a baseball bat. And so, he calls out, again, more panicked. “Jo!”

The cafe is seemingly untouched. It’s not how he expected it to look. No broken windows, no overturned chairs. Whispers travel fast in this island of Coronado, especially in the docks when drunken men have prides to protect and lies slip easily as the tide. He couldn’t rely on hope or reason — he had to see for himself.

Desperation coils around his throat and his world narrows. “Joey!”

[perkyparker]

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Happy International Women's day to some, but not all, of the sensational women in my life!

[shatteredgossip]

LOUIS DENVER, A SERIAL CHEATER?

Unless you're chronically offline and living in a cave somewhere, you'll all have seen the latest tea about our favorite up and coming bestseller, Louis Denver.

If you are as clueless as Cher Horowitz herself, then worry not because twitter users @louwardo2023 and @jmarlonst are keeping everyone in the loop with outstanding threads that can be found below.

@louwardo2023: ok hi guys! i'm not new to twitter but i didn't wanna be tweeting this on main so here we are. i'm about to breakdown the truth behind @/loudenverauthor's debut novel christopher street! strap in! @louwardo2023: so it turns out that scott carter, the author??? he DATED louis in like. college or whatever? wild i know. @louwardo2023: then @jmarlonst found out that MAX HAYASHI!!!! HOCKEY PLAYER!!!!! INSPIRATION BY THE 'PUCK BE SIDEWAYS' SPORTS ROMANCE NOVELS !!!! dated louis too? we think they met later so probably unrelated but that will be relevant soon @louwardo2023: so anyway this ivy chick? idk who she is i think she's like dating max hayashi? which is so crazy he's so much hotter than her raggedy ass but whatever @louwardo2023: and THEN @jmarlonst found out that ivy was dating this wardo dude (whoever he is) back in college. THEN louis and ivy cheated on scotty and wardo? WITH EACH OTHER? fucked up i know but stay with me @louwardo2023: max met louis. louis cheated on ivy with MAX! ivy started dating wardo again and then louis was cheating on max with WARDO while ivy and max were secretly cheating TOGETHER. @louwardo2023: it's so unhinged actually @louwardo2023: the final kicker here is that apparently louis gave them all STDs????? no source on this just yet but we'll keep you updated! @louwardo2023: also wardo unfollowed scotty looooool

@louwardo2023: scotty is dating that ghosthunter chick now tho which is so slay she's soooo sexy i swear i'd be so down bad too. i think they're in a throuple with micah? @louwardo2023: anyway, who does everyone think christopher street is about lmao my money is on max!!!

And that's it, folks. There's the tea! Comment below who you YOU, the readers, think the true love of Louis Denver's life is.

[ghosthuntingwithmicah]

Micah had seen the countless tweets and youtube comments, tiktoks and instagram reels, and even the occasional thinkpiece that declared he was unprofessional and undermined the honest, good work that Joey Claremont was doing, but he couldn’t help himself. Teasing his best friend and lightening the tone as they hunted ghost was kind of his thing, after all. He knew that the exasperated look on Joey’s face was one that remained fond and took no real stock in the things people had to say about him online. Well, okay, so maybe she’d once threatened to personally haunt instagram user @makeamericaghostagain after they’d ridiculed the traditional Nigerian garments he’d been wearing in a post from his sister’s wedding. Or when she’d insisted that she hoped prolific tweeter and Paranormal Happenings fanboy @joeyclaremontsrightdimple stepped on lego after he’d complained – at length – about the fact that Micah’s mom had spoken Yoruba to him over the phone in a brief cameo on the show. Joey as Micah’s biggest fan and absolute ride or die, which is exactly why she never let shitty little keyboard warriors stain her perspective of him. 

And it was yet another reason why he felt so at home teasing and taunting her, knowing the pair of them would come out on top and deliver some of their best content yet. 

“Hey, aliens can be ghosts too,” he grinned, before using his free hand to mime zipping his lips shut and securely locking them after she smacked his arm. He pouted at her, pretending the blow had been harsher than it was, before slowly panning the camera away from Joey once more and back across the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of even the faintest spectre. 

Light-footed and without so much as a peep from behind his camcorder, Micah followed Joey as they headed in the direction she’d suggested. His best friend called out nervously as she tried to draw out somebody, anybody, into their sphere. Truthfully, he wouldn’t mind if none of them ever made an appearance. They’d done enough research for him to know that word of YJR’s hauntings dated as far back as 156 years ago, and he didn’t feel so keen about bumping into the Whaley’s themselves either. For someone who actively participated in a tv show about haunted buildings and trying to coax out spirits, Micah thought he’d had more than his fair share of experiences with ghosts to last him a lifetime. 

A noise sounded suddenly, a huge crash as something collided with the ground, causing Joey to careen directly into him. The camera tilted ever so slightly in his fist as he leaned into Joey’s touch, but still remained steadily focused on the room, even if Micah’s own attention had strayed. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt Joey’s face press into his neck, his free hand wrapping securely around her waist, securing her against him. There was something warm and comforting about a cuddle from Joey, even if it was due to her current state of fear, her breathing ragged as she shook against his form. 

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he soothed, his voice low as his words were soon cut off by the sound of Marty making an appearance. Micah’s eyes widened momentarily before he barked out a laugh, the sound catching in his throat as amusement mingled with nerves. He’d hardly allowed himself the chance to feel frightened or concerned with the prospect of an angry spirit coming to yell at him for an ill-advised nickname, all of his energy instead zeroing in on how warm Joey felt in his arms. Carefully, Micah planted a chaste kiss to Joey’s hair – camera pointed at Marty only, if only to avoid fans making mountains out of molehills for the umpteenth time – as she leaned against his shoulder, smiling down at her as she pulled away, flushed and looking a little embarrassed. 

“Hey, it could be worse, right? I’m pretty sure I’d much prefer to be down here dealing with the Whaley’s and YJR than up there listening to Jeff throw another hissy fit,” Micah shrugged, shooting Marty a reassuring wink. He’d have to cut that part out later, but he wouldn’t be totally bummed if Jeff ‘accidentally’ heard about it first. 

Joey raised an eyebrow at Micah’s greeting for any entity that might be sharing the room with them. Her eyes darted around in consideration before she threw a look at him over his shoulder.

“Micah, I think that greeting might actually be reserved for aliens,” she said, confident that was correct.

She pressed a hand to her chest as the spirit box she held kept on beeping. Abruptly, it cut out, leaving her breathing ragged, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Naturally, Micah was the one that recovered first, forever being the voice of reason while Joey’s imagination ran away with itself. 

Her jaw fell open as he addressed the room at large, calling Yankee Jim Robinson his nickname out loud. Swiftly, she backhanded his arm in warning before shaking her head with a pout, hoping that if the spirit of the centuries-old man was in the room, then he would understand that she was just as unhappy about Micah’s pet name as he was.

“It’s okay, Mr Yankee Jim,” she called out, still trembling a little. “I didn’t… you know… actually pee.”

It wasn’t Yankee Jim Robinson that she was worried about offending if she had soiled herself though. This wasn’t his house. Instead, she wondered: what would Mrs Whaley think? Would she burst through the doors in a ghostly rage, her famous green dress billowing behind her, ready to throw a teacup at Joey’s head? She shivered at the thought.

“We should head towards the front parlour,” she whispered loudly. As terrifying a prospect as it was to her, that room in particular was widely recognised as the most haunted bit of the entire Whaley home. It was where Yankee Jim Robinson had been executed before Mr Whaley had built the house from the ground up, so if there was going to be any sort of activity from YJR - gosh darn it, Micah! - then it would probably be there.

She beckoned Micah with her hand to follow her, double checking that the red recording light on the camera continued to flash. As they crept through the house, floorboards creaking underneath their weight, she couldn’t help but hold her breath as soon as they stepped into the parlour.

Once again, she lifted the spirit box. 

“Um…” She cleared her throat nervously. “If anyone in here answers to the name of Yankee Jim Robinson, can you please make yourself known?”

The ensuing silence was almost as scary as if there had been any response. Joey could practically feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she white-knuckled the spirit box.

“Thomas Whaley?” she called. Nothing.

Swapping an unsure look with Micah, guilt sparking in her when she realised that she might have kept him from the warmth of his bed for a dud episode, she tried one more time.

“Anna Whaley?” she tried, her voice weak.

Suddenly, there was a clattering noise, like something heavy hitting the floor and Joey thought that her heart was about to erupt out of her chest from the sheer surprise of it. She jumped, blood thundering in her ears as she reacted and did the first thing she could think of, which was grabbing Micah by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him closer to her so she could cling onto him. 

Even in the midst of her terror, she was careful not to dislodge the camera from his grip as she did everything she could to practically crawl inside of his jacket. She held onto his shirt, pressing his face into his neck, the soothing and familiar scent of his cologne helping to calm her nerves as she trembled against him.

“Holy shit!” she swore, only for a stammering voice to pipe up from behind.

“Oh my god guys, I’m so sorry!” Joey turned, still a little twisted up in the material of Micah’s jacket, to see Marty standing in the archway from the back parlour, looking sheepish and nervous as he threw his hands up in surrender.

“Marty…” Joey breathed, wilting against Micah and tipping her head back against his shoulder.

“I thought you were a ghost,” she said, a little unnecessarily.

“No. Just a white guy with anemia,” Marty joked feebly, bending down to pick up the folder he’d dropped. Joey let out a weak laugh as she looked at Micah, realising just how much she’d gotten entangled with her friend.

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologised, finally pulling away from him, her fingers reaching up to sort the collar of his shirt where she’d all but yanked it down past his collar bones. She caught a flash of muscle, swelling towards his pecs for a moment before she quickly diverted her gaze and looked away, back towards Marty.

“How’s things upstairs?” she asked quickly.

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

No one talks about this enough but props to my boy Jonouchi for going through the five stages in record time

[pawsomeraccoon]

extremely rare to see ctommy angst from me ik… can u believe it? wowie zowie.

[chessyhoward]

ever since new york // chess & joey

New York could get pretty lonely at the best of times. It wasn't as though Chess had any family here (they were all tucked away in sunny Sydney and rarely returned her calls), or even friends that weren't other Mums at Hazel's school. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been on a night out, or, God forbid, a date. The closest thing she had to a friend was Joey, a pretty and scatterbrained girl she had first spotted walking around her neighbourhood. Chess wasn't sure she would have given her a second thought if it weren't for the fact Joey had lifted her head, and actually hit Chess with a wide smile. She'd even spotted her a few times with a camera crew in tow. After a few shared smiles and chance encounters at various coffee shops, Chess had found her feet and simply said hello (helped, of course, by Hazel's extremely forthcoming personality). They'd struck up a tentative friendship ever since, and Chess was especially thankful for Joey's offer to watch Hazel whenever needed.

Sitting in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, Chess tentatively twisted a brunette curl around her finger. She'd killed an hour or so curling her hair, applying a full face of make up and attempting to do the same with Hazel, before her daughter had huffily pulled away and plopped in front of the TV to watch Finding Nemo.

Well, there was only so much time she could spend in the company of her six year old.

Locating her phone amongst the mess of concealers, eyeshadow pallets and various tubes of lipstick, Chess blew a light dusting of powder from her phone screen and tentatively dialled Joey's number.

"Hello, Joey?" Chess started, "It's Chess - Francesca... Howard? You told me once or twice you'd be up for watching Hazel, are you free right now?"

Chess bit down on her bottom lip, having chickened out of her original reason for calling - did she want to hang out?

[authorscottycarter]

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Joey days are kinda the bomb.

[plantgirlpops]

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never too old for a sleepover hehehe

[loudenver]

@loudenverauthor: @paranormaljoey BLOCKED

[ghosthuntingwithmicah]

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she fell 0.3 seconds after this was taken btw