#joey: i hunger

[lazaruspiss]

im DONE with character with a shitty dad x someone else's shitty dad. let them fuck their own shitty dads u cowards!!

[rainagainstthewindowatnight]

jealousy portrayed on television and film series

seth & summer, the o.c (2003-2007) / spencer & toby, pretty little liars (2010-2017) / lucas & peyton, one tree hill (2003-2012) / lara jean & peter, to all the boys i’ve loved before: p.s i still love you (2020) / joey & pacey, dawson’s creek (1998-2004) / katniss & peeta, the hunger games: catching fire (2013) / brooke & lucas, one tree hill (2003-2012) / buffy & angel, angel: the series (1999-2004) / billy & camila, daisy jones and the six (2023) / penelope & collin, bridgerton (2020-present)

[virigorne]

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[starsinthesky5]

what about joe? is he mr. possessive too?

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oh, absolutely. joe is just as possessive, if not more. i mean, look at who he's with? millions of men and women had their hearts broken the moment the first photo of joe and her surfaced. plenty of people want her, but they just can’t have her…and joe makes sure of that ;)

the difference is that while she wears her possessiveness and jealousy like a statement piece--subtle but unmistakable--joe’s possessiveness is quieter, more controlled. but don’t get me wrong, it’s there, bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to show itself. he was always, and i mean always calm, cool, and collected. on and off the field.

like when some random guy gets a little too comfortable in her space, touching her arm when he laughs at something she said, or leaning in just a little too close. joe doesn’t make a scene, doesn’t immediately pull her away, but his hand finds the small of her back, fingers spreading wide across her skin. he does that to not only calm himself, but calm her in case she ever felt uncomfortable from any of the attention she received, and sometimes she did. sometimes the looks would linger a second longer than they were meant to, sometimes a touch felt more forceful than playful, and sometimes she could sense the unspoken intentions behind a seemingly harmless gesture.

and when joe noticed (which was always) his eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and anyone paying attention would know--he was warning them.

nobody is about to mess with his girl while he’s right there. nope. not happening. her comfort, safety, and happiness was his number 1 priority at any given time.

but he wouldn't always become possessive because he felt the need to protect her, there were some moments when she wore something that makes her look so good it physically hurt, and he believed that only he was meant to see her looking like this. he won’t tell her to change--he loves when she looks good, loves when she feels confident--but his hand stays on her, a silent reminder to everyone else that she’s his.

doesn't matter where, her hip, her thigh, her back, her arm...his hand is there.

and then there are moments when it’s just them--when the world fades away and all that’s left is heat and hunger and him. when he’s pressing her into the mattress, hands everywhere, touch burning and possessive. his breath is hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as he murmurs, "mine. say it."

but it’s not just a request--it’s a demand.

his fingers tighten on her hips, holding her there, keeping her exactly where he wants her. his lips trace a slow path down her neck, his teeth grazing over sensitive skin, making her whimper. he knows exactly what he’s doing, how to push her to the edge before he’s even inside her. she’s breathless, dizzy with need, but he won’t move until he hears it.

"joe--,".

his grip tightens. "baby, say it,".

his voice is rough, wrecked, on the edge of losing control. she arches into him, nails raking down his back, eyes hazy with desire as she gasps, "yours. i’m yours, i promise,".

and that’s all it takes.

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so, yes--mr. possessive is very much alive and breathing. and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

he never took it too far, never made it feel intimidating or aggressive. he was protective over her, and she was extremely grateful for that (mostly because her exes could never come close to how joe was so...man. does that even make sense? like 6'4, muscles for days, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that shined brighter than the rarest jewels in the world. like he was so man. so knight-in-shining armor coded). you know those tweets asking if a celebrities ex could fight because their significant other looked so damn gorgeous and the fans want a piece of that? well, prior to joe, her exes, no matter which one, would easily be mauled by the heard of fans that rode for her. they didn’t stand a chance.

but joe? oh, joey b knew how to fight.

oh, and he knew how exactly lucky he was to have stolen her heart, and she loved knowing that he never took that for granted. he was honestly wrapped around her pretty little finger, but in the best, most precious way possible.

his possessiveness came solely from a place of love, because joe burrow was not keen on the idea of sharing the best thing that quite literally had ever happened to him, with the entire world.

for example:

mr. possessive™ at paris fashion week.

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she looks stunning. like, jaw-droppingly, heart-stoppingly, paris-just-declared-her-a-national-treasure stunning.

joe knew she would, duh. he’s seen her in everything, and more importantly, in nothing, but there’s something about the way she carries herself tonight--graceful, confident, walking beside him like she belongs on the cover of vogue--that has him feeling some type of way.

or maybe it’s the way everyone is looking at her that's affecting him--because everyone is looking at her.

the event is a who’s who of the fashion world, and they’re here as guests, dressed to the nines, mingling with designers, models, and celebrities. but no matter where they go, no matter who they talk to, joe can feel eyes on her. the cameras flashed like crazy when they arrived, the crowd buzzing with excitement as they made their way inside. she’s a star in her own right, and joe loves that. loves that she’s not just known as his girlfriend--she’s her.

multi-platinum, award-winning singer-songwriter. the pop princess herself.

like, hell yeah. he's her boyfriend if anything.

but with that title and prestige, those looks and eyes came naturally. one guy in particular--some too-pretty-for-his-own-good european actor type--has been looking at her a little too long.

joe notices it when they first arrive. then again during cocktail hour. and now, as they make their way to their seats for the show, pretty boy is back, standing just a few feet away, sipping his champagne and watching.

joe clenches his jaw, his fingers flexing slightly where they rest against her lower back.

she hasn’t noticed yet, too busy talking with the designer of the show they’re about to watch, laughing softly at something she says. joe loves her laugh, loves that she’s having fun, but it’s hard to focus when this guy is still looking at her like she’s up for auction.

and then--get this--he actually makes his move.

what a stupid, stupid mistake.

the guy steps forward, a confident smile on his lips as he says something to her in french--because of course he does.

joe doesn’t even give her a chance to respond. before she can turn to acknowledge him, joe is there.

his arm loops around her waist, pulling her close against his side, his hand splaying possessively across her hipbone. the move is effortless, smooth, like it was always meant to happen, but it’s intentional as hell.

she tenses slightly, finally catching on, and oh, she loves this. she doesn’t get to see jealous, possessive joe be so bold like this, but when she does?

it’s hot.

the actor’s smirk doesn’t falter, so either he was oblivious as hell or he had a death wish. "i was just telling her she looked stunning tonight,".

joe lifts a brow, expression unreadable but voice smooth. "yeah? you and half of pairs,".

the guy chuckles, clearly unbothered by the comment. "can you blame us?".

joe doesn’t answer him, because he's still seething about his smooth, buttery, alluring french accent (even though it did bother joe a teeny bit because of how he remembered her saying she thought accents were cute).

instead, he tilts her chin up and kisses her.

not just a quick kiss--a statement.

it’s sluggish, deep, possessive. a conscious show of who she belongs to. his hands slid up and down her sides, his lips mashed closer to hers, the soft sighs started coming from her mouth. damn.

when he pulls away, the actor is just...gone.

and she? she’s breathless.

joe smirks, brushing his thumb over her lips before murmuring, "you’re mine, baby. and i don’t share,".

she hums, pressing a teasing kiss to his jaw. "mmm. you like when they want me, don’t you?".

he exhales sharply, because she’s not wrong. "i like reminding them they can’t have you,".

[missrosiesworld]

How the Boys from Yu-Gi-Oh Would Kiss Their Partners

No one asked for this, but I couldn’t resist writing about how the boys from Yu-Gi-Oh! would share sweet, heartfelt kisses with their partners. These were my very first fictional crushes back in the day, and I think they deserve a little spotlight for their romantic side!

Yugi’s kisses would be gentle, sweet, and full of affection. Yugi’s shy and thoughtful nature means that his kisses with his partner would be deliberate and meaningful, often starting with hesitance but growing in confidence as their relationship deepens.

First Kiss:

His first kiss would be tentative and a little clumsy, his nerves evident. He’d pause to gauge their reaction, his violet eyes wide and searching for reassurance. Once he feels their response, he’d relax, the kiss becoming soft and heartfelt. "I’ve… never done this before," he might admit afterward, his cheeks burning as he glances at them nervously.

Everyday Kisses:

Yugi’s kisses would often be quick, like a brush of his lips against their cheek or forehead, especially in public. In private, he’d take more time, savoring the closeness and letting his love for them shine through. "I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me," he’d say, his voice soft and full of sincerity.

Passionate Kisses:

When the moment calls for it, Yugi’s kisses would be surprisingly deep and intense, fueled by his growing confidence in their relationship. His hands would gently cradle their face, his thumb brushing their cheek as he pours his emotions into the kiss.

Joey’s kisses would be passionate, spontaneous, and filled with warmth. Joey is bold and expressive, and his kisses with his partner would reflect his fiery personality and his deep affection for them. He’d kiss them like he has something to prove—because to him, they are everything.

First Kiss:

Joey’s first kiss would likely be impulsive, happening in the heat of an emotional moment. He’d pull them close suddenly, his lips capturing theirs in a kiss that’s slightly messy but brimming with emotion. "Sorry if that was too much," he’d mutter afterward, scratching the back of his neck and grinning sheepishly.

Everyday Kisses:

Joey’s kisses would often be playful and teasing. He might sneak a kiss on their cheek or forehead when they are not expecting it, laughing at their reaction. "Couldn’t help myself," he’d say with a wink.

Passionate Kisses:

When Joey’s emotions run high, his kisses would be all-consuming. His hands would grip their waist firmly as he leans into them, the kiss full of fiery passion and unspoken promises. He’d pull away slightly, his forehead resting against theirs as he murmurs, "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Seto’s kisses would be intense, deliberate, and deeply intimate. Seto’s reserved nature means his kisses would be rare but meaningful. He wouldn’t kiss his partner lightly; when he does, it’s with purpose and a level of vulnerability that he only shows to them.

First Kiss:

Seto’s first kiss with them would be slow and measured, as if he’s testing the waters. His hand would cup their cheek or the back of their neck, his touch firm but tender. Despite his usual confidence, there would be a moment of hesitation before he leans in, his lips brushing theirs in a kiss that’s surprisingly soft. "I don’t… do this kind of thing often," he’d admit afterward, his voice low and slightly vulnerable.

Everyday Kisses:

Seto��s kisses would often be subtle, like a light press of his lips against their temple or a kiss on the top of their head when they are not looking. These moments would reveal his quieter, softer side. "Don’t overthink it," he’d mutter when they teases him about his affection, though the faint smile on his lips would give him away.

Passionate Kisses:

When Seto allows himself to let go, his kisses would be intense and consuming. His hands would frame their face as he leans in, his lips moving against theirs with hunger and devotion. He’d pull them closer, leaving no space between them, his actions silently saying what words cannot.

Yami’s kisses would be deep, reverent, and filled with emotion. Yami’s commanding presence and strong emotions mean that his kisses with his partner would feel almost sacred. Each kiss would be a blend of his intense love and his unwavering devotion to them.

First Kiss:

Yami’s first kiss would be deliberate, his amethyst eyes locking onto theirs with a smoldering intensity before he leans in. The kiss would start slow, almost hesitant, before deepening into something that speaks of his soul’s connection to theirs. "I’ve wanted to do that for a long time," he’d whisper afterward, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Everyday Kisses:

Yami’s everyday kisses would be thoughtful and meaningful. He might kiss their hand in a gesture of chivalry or press his lips to their forehead as a quiet reminder of his affection. "You are my greatest treasure," he’d say, his tone reverent.

Passionate Kisses:

When Yami’s emotions run high, his kisses would be powerful and all-encompassing. He’d pull them into his arms, his hands moving to their waist or cupping their face as he kisses them with fervor. His kisses would leave them breathless, his devotion evident in every touch. "You are everything to me," he’d murmur against their lips, his voice raw with emotion.

[jimsbeetroot]

Hiii I love your work, could you do a smut with Joey and fem reader where she rides him while he's sitting at his drum kit?

keeping the beat ♱ joey jordison

Title: Keeping the Beat Pairing: Joey Jordison x Fem!Reader Word count: 1.355 words Warnings: NSFW / smut (18+), rough sex, public-ish setting (semi-private), reader riding Joey, dirty talk, possessiveness, swearing.

The dull thrum of bass amps hummed through the thick walls of the rehearsal space as the remaining members of Slipknot packed up and scattered. Everyone had cleared out after the last session, except for Joey — who, as usual, stayed behind, clinging to the sanctuary of his drums like they were the last thing keeping him tethered to reality.

The muffled clang of cymbals, the rhythmic pulse of his practiced strokes on the snare, and the occasional grunt of frustration were all you heard when you first entered the dimly lit room. His back was to you as he hammered out the final beats, his body swaying slightly with the pulse of the music. It was the kind of focus Joey only found when he was alone — the kind that let him block everything else out, even the world beyond the drums.

You lingered in the doorway for a moment, just watching. The way his long black hair clung to his damp neck, the way his toned back flexed under his worn band tee — it was a sight you had grown used to but never tired of. Joey Jordison was a beautiful mess, and you couldn't help but adore every piece of him.

Eventually, he stopped mid-pattern, stilling his sticks and letting the silence of the room settle in. He didn't even look up when you took a few steps forward, but you knew he was aware of your presence. His fingers twitched, and his posture shifted slightly, as if he was waiting for something.

"Enjoying the show?" he asked, his voice low and slightly rasping from exertion, but with that familiar cocky edge you loved.

You stepped closer, leaning against one of the towering amps near the wall. "I like the view."

He smirked, but didn't turn around, tapping his sticks against the rim of his snare in time with the soft, heavy beat of his heart. "You should get a better one, then," he muttered, his voice thick with amusement and the faintest trace of challenge.

You took a few more steps, until you were standing between him and the kit, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. There was something almost magnetic about the way he moved behind those drums, like he was consumed by his own rhythm. The thought made you smile. You liked watching him lose himself in his element, but tonight… tonight you had other plans.

Without a word, you slid a hand down his thigh, the warmth of his skin seeping into your palm. His muscles tensed under your touch, and you felt his breath hitch.

"You're killing me with that look," Joey growled, finally turning to face you, his eyes intense and dark, his black hair falling messily around his face. His gaze was predatory, but there was an undeniable softness to it — one that only ever came out when he was with you.

You smirked. "I like watching you play. You look so focused."

"Focused?" He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching upward in amusement. "You have no idea, babe."

You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his neck. "I think I have an idea."

Joey’s hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss — slow, but charged with the promise of something much more urgent. His tongue brushed against yours, tasting, teasing, and then pulling away just as quickly. You groaned in protest, the need building between you as his hands moved to your waist.

"You're not just here to watch, are you?" he rasped, his voice thick with hunger.

You shook your head, biting your lip as you stepped closer, straddling his lap in one swift motion. The hardness of him pressed against your thigh, and the sensation sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

"You have no idea how much I want you," you whispered, your hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the solid muscle of his chest beneath your fingertips.

Joey let out a low groan, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. "Then take it."

Without hesitation, you unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, already hard and flushed, waiting for you. His breath caught in his throat as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, inch by inch. The moment you were fully seated, you both exhaled, the tension of the build-up breaking with a shared, needy gasp.

You rested your hands on his shoulders for balance, feeling the slight tremor in your thighs as you slowly began to move. The pressure, the fullness — it was all too much, and it made you dizzy with need. Joey’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your rhythm, his eyes locked onto yours with a dark, hungry intensity.

"Fuck," he groaned, his teeth gritted. "You feel so good on me."

You leaned forward, brushing your lips across his as you began to ride him harder. The friction was maddening — his cock hitting all the right spots, his breath ragged and uneven. The sound of his breathing, the slap of skin on skin, filled the room, but you were too lost in the moment to care.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you down onto him with a sharp thrust. "Don't stop."

You didn’t want to. You wanted more. You needed more.

Your body responded instinctively, moving faster now, chasing that sweet, burning release that was so close it made your head spin. His fingers dug into your skin, pushing you further into the rhythm, his lips trailing over your neck, sucking and biting lightly at your skin.

"God, you’re so fucking hot," he muttered between kisses, his voice strained. "Every time I think I’m used to you, you surprise the hell outta me."

The words sent a thrill through you, but you were too far gone to say anything in response. All you could do was move — harder, faster, chasing that rush that was almost within your grasp.

Joey’s hands shifted, one moving to your breast, the other trailing down to your clit. He flicked it roughly with his thumb, and the jolt of pleasure almost sent you over the edge.

"Joey," you gasped, your head falling back. "I’m so close."

"Then come for me," he growled, his hips snapping up into yours with a sudden, brutal force. "I wanna feel you fall apart."

With that, you let go. The pressure in your stomach shattered, and you came hard, your body trembling violently as you ground yourself down onto him. Joey’s grip tightened on you as he followed right after, his groan of release filling your ears as he came inside you, his cock twitching and jerking with every wave of pleasure.

You both stayed still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The room was thick with heat, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Your body was still buzzing, your skin tingling with every tiny movement.

Joey’s hands gently caressed your back, his fingers tracing idle patterns across your skin as he kissed your forehead.

"Think we broke your kit?" you whispered, a tired grin on your face.

Joey chuckled, his thumb gently brushing over your lower lip. "Nah. But if we keep going like this, we might."

You smirked, your hands resting on his chest as you slowly lifted yourself off him. You could still feel him inside you, his presence lingering even as you stood.

"Maybe I should come back tomorrow for round two," you teased, feeling playful now that the high had subsided.

Joey raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "You’ll be back before then, babe."

"Don’t count on it," you said, standing up and straightening your clothes. "I’ve got other things to do."

He smirked, leaning back in the drum throne, eyes half-lidded and his usual mischievous glint still in place. "I’ll be waiting. And next time? I’m taking you on the floor."

You shot him a look over your shoulder as you headed for the door. "I’ll be looking forward to it."

[sluckleykinard]

Fuck it Friday. I was tagged by @weewoowings

Here's a teaser for my current WIP that's a bucktommy/tevan 5+1 cuddle sessions (hopefully I'll be able to finish and post it this weekend)

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When he wakes up, Tommy has no idea of what time it is, but he does know it’s been a lot more than twenty minutes. He finds himself in full cuddling mode with Evan, who has his head now ducked down, fitting perfectly under Tommy’s chin, arms are relaxed, his hands resting on Tommy’s bicep, and he moves softly, curls ticking his nose a little bit when he does. Their legs are more tangled than before, and Tommy just feels so warm and comfortable, even though they all know this couch is anything but comfortable, he just wants to fight his urge to wake up and go back to sleeping, diving deeper into their cocoon. Despite the couch, he feels rested in a way he hasn’t felt in so long after a nap. He hears soft talking not too far from where they are laying, Hen and Chim, and probably Bobby, sitting by the table.

Tommy keeps his eyes closed, trying to will his sleep back in, even though he feels his stomach protesting in hunger. It’s no use, but being awake isn’t uncomfortable either. He allows himself this moment, even though he knows it can’t ever be more than what it is. Friends nap together, he tries to convince himself, remembering an episode of Friends with Ross and Joey doing basically the exact same thing. It’s completely platonic, he tells himself.

“Ow,” he moans when Evan moves his head, hitting his chin while he moves, body stretching as he comes back from dreamland.

“’Orry,” he mumbles, still very much sleepy and not full back yet. “I’m starving,” he adds a while later, not moving to change that situation, neither does Tommy, with his eyes still closed. “How much more ‘till lunch is ready?” Evan asks.

“I think it’s done already,” Tommy tells him. “We’re the late ones.”

“And no one woke us up?” Evan whines, causing Tommy to snort.

“I wanted to,” Chimney pipes in from where they are sitting. “Hen wouldn’t let me.”

“Not my fault you two looked so cute and cozy in your nap cocoon.” The woman tells them, and Tommy can see her shrugging nonchalantly, even though he has his eyes closed. He smiles softly, certain that he’d never have any of that at Harbor.

“I do feel cozy,” Evan agrees, moving even closer as if to prove his point, Tommy doesn’t protest because it is nice and cozy in here. “Can we eat like this? I don’t wanna move.”

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tagging @911onem but no pressure, and it goes for anyone who feels like doing it, honestly

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WIPS

"We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?"

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Cowboy Love - Striker x Reader (Helluva Boss)

Your Love Is My Drug - Blitzo x Reader (Helluva Boss)

Angel Baby Brick x Reader (Total Drama)

The Night We Met - Noah x Reader (Total Drama)

Shameless - Alejandro Burromuerto x Reader (Total Drama)

Golden Hour - Tenya Iida x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Izuku Midoriya x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Somewhere Only We Know - Shoto Todoroki x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Still Into You - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Can't Sleep Love - Ejirou Kirishima x Reader (My Hero Academia)

I Was Made For Loving You - Eddie Munson x Reader (Stranger Things)

Dark Red - Phillip Gallagher x Reader (Shameless)

Girls In Bikinis - Leon Kuwata x Reader (Danganronpa)

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Butterflies - Mirio Togata x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Sleep On The Floor - Dabi x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Seven Minutes In Heaven - Nam-gyu x Reader (Squid Game)

Someone You Like - Denki Kamanari x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Skyfall - Ryohei Arisu x Reader (Alice In Bordeland)

Flawless - Shuntaro Chishiya x Reader (Alice In Borderland)

Pillowtalk - Eric Coulter x Reader (Divergent)

Unsweetened Lemonade - Shota Aizawa x Reader (My Hero Academia)

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Don't Be A Fool - Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (My Hero Academia)

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"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna bash your brains in."

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yes, i know there are so many, but once i get ideas, i write them down, or in this case, type them out.

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never thought i would get this far tbh

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xoxo, Izzy

[skyeet-the-writer]

The One with George Stephanopoulos

this chapter made me want pizza and alcohol okay bye chandler bing x female!reader summary: its been a few months since you moved to the city and you're settling in pretty well with your new group of friends word count: ~4.5k warnings: mentions of black mold, alcohol, a little snooping, but its harmless fun <previous next>

"What would you guys do if you were omnipotent?" you ask suddenly during a quiet afternoon in the cafe.

"Probably make myself immortal," Monica says, looking up from her crossword. "And be able to time-travel, I've always wanted to do that as a kid."

"Ooh, time travel would be sick," you say. "I'd want to immediately know how to play the bass."

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Rachel smiles, handing you your latte.

"What about you, Phoebe?" you ask the woman sitting on the floor.

"I would want, um, world peace. No more hunger. Good things for the rainforest." She grins before quickly adding, "Oh, and bigger boobs!"

"Well, see, you took mine," Ross says. You giggle, holding your warm mug and leaning back into the couch next to Chandler, who quickly removes his arm from behind the couch. "Chandler, what about you?"

Chandler shrugs. "If I were omnipotent for a day, I'd make myself omnipotent forever."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Lame."

Rachel also tches. "See, there's always that one guy. 'If I had a wish, I'd wish for three more wishes.'"

You laugh again and turn as the door opens. Joey walks in and you hit him with your burning question. "Joey! Joey, what would you do if you were omnipotent for a day?"

He blinks at your question and answers, "Probably kill myself."

Your eyes widen and you breathe out a laugh. "Sorry?"

"Hey," he starts as he takes a seat beside Ross. "If little Joey's dead, then I've got no reason to live."

You shake your head and take a sip of your drink.

"Uh, Joey." Ross's first mistake was to try and help. "Omnipotent."

Joey's eyes widen and in the most sympathetic voice you've ever heard him use, he says, "You are?"

You choke on your drink, laughing into your mug and almost spilling coffee on yourself. Chandler places a hand on your back while Phoebe hands you a napkin, taking your drink from you. You laugh again, wiping your face, and look at Joey.

"Dude, you're so funny. Do you know that?"

Joey smiles and shrugs. "People say that I am."

You clear your throat and lean back in your seat again. Chandler has an arm across the back of the couch again, but this time he doesn't move it, something everyone but you catches on to.

His arm doesn't move for the next thirty minutes either. Eventually, you notice but think nothing of it. Ross does it with Phoebe and there's certainly nothing there. Your newfound friend group talks about nothing and everything at once as the afternoon grows later. After a while, you glance at your watch and realize you need to head out, even though you don't want to.

With a groan, you sit up. "I've got to head out."

"Why?" Monica wonders.

You sniff and start to get your things together in your tote bag. "My window is leaking in my bathroom and kitchen, so my super is going to check it out. Also, there's this weird substance on my windowsills that looks like dirt, but I swear to god if it's black mold I'm going to kill someone."

"Well, good luck," Chandler says, watching you take out your walkman and put the headphones around your neck.

"I'll be back in an hour or so," you tell them and start your mixtape. "See you guys later."

And then you head out. Chandler watches you through the window--which isn't creepy because it's so big. He watches you take out your lighter and light a cigarette before walking on your way. For someone who moved to the city a few months ago, you already seem very much at home.

The second the door closes, Joey moves to sit by Chandler and says, "Chan. If you don't ask her out, I'm going to."

"Yeah, why haven't you asked her yet?" Monica asks. "With the way your arm was behind her for an hour, someone would assume you guys are dating."

Chandler scoffs and shrugs, feeling his neck heat up. "I--I don't know. I think she's too cool for me."

"She's too cool for all of us," Ross says.

"I think she's into you." Phoebe pokes his leg and smiles. "She's always around you."

"Yeah, because I was the first person she met here and she's my friend."

"So? I think you'd have a shot." Phoebe tells him. "Her aura is brighter around you."

Chandler isn't sure what that means, but he shrugs anyway. "I--I don't know. I really think she's cool, I don't want to mess this friendship up."

His friends nod in understanding but Joey asks, "So, does this mean I can ask her on a date?"

"No!" he blurts out, perhaps too loudly because someone at a neighboring table turns to glare at him for a moment.

"Woah, okay, man." Joey holds his hands up in surrender. "I know now to mess with your girl."

Heat rushes to Chandler's cheeks and he huffs, feeling very uncomfortable. "Whatever."

~*~

An hour and a half later, you return to the coffee shop pissed out of your mind. You angrily open the door and let it slam shut behind you. Monica, Phoebe, and Ross are still here and all look at you when you approach. You're frowning, something they've never seen you do before, and your head looks like it's about to explode.

"Woah, what's up?" Monica asks as you dramatically sit between Ross and Phoebe. "You look pissed."

"Because I am," you snap, shedding your jacket. "There's black fucking mold in my apartment."

"Oh, gross!"

"No, it gets better," you add, looking between your friends while your heart thumps rapidly in your throat. "It's not just my apartment. It's the entire goddamn floor."

"Oh no!"

"That's awful."

Phoebe puts her arm around you and you lean into your side, feeling yourself calm down quickly as her scent of patchouli envelops you. "I asked how long it would take them to fix it, but the super said I had to move out for a week."

"For a week?" Monica asks.

You nod. "Yeah. I hate to ask, but could I maybe stay with you and Rachel? I'll chip in with food and stuff."

Monica smiles and says, "Yeah, of course. Phoebe was actually going to be spending the night too, we can have a girls' night."

"Oh, that's fun!" Phoebe exclaims, smiling.

You grin and feel your anger slip away. You're lucky to have these people as your friends. "Thanks."

~*~

Later that night, you're making drinks with Phoebe and Monica while dressed in your pajamas. You went to your apartment to pack your things and you're glad you did your laundry yesterday.

Rachel is out with her friends and you want to assume they're nice, but they give you snooty rich-girl vibes. Plus their screaming only made you more angry than you were before, but now that you've taken two shots of rum, you feel a little better.

You fire up the blender again on your famous Tiki Death Punch--which is really just a strawberry and pineapple daiquiri--while Phoebe gets the glasses out and the door opens.

"Hey, Rach," Monica greets, finishing up the cookie dough. "How was it with your friends?"

And then, in unison, you, Phoebe, and Monica scream, mocking what Rachel and her friends did. You giggle and take off the lid to analyze your work before unplugging the blender and moving toward the glasses. But when you look back up, Rachel does not look amused and you hiss through your teeth. "Anyway, you want some Tiki Death Punch?"

"What's that?" Rachel asks, sounding exhausted.

You finish pouring the third glass and answer, "Well, it's rum and--"

Rachel doesn't even let you finish before she's taken the pitcher from your hands and is sticking a straw through the liquid.

You blink at your empty hands. "Okay."

"We thought that Phoebe was staying over and Y/N is staying here for the week, we'd have kinda like a slumber party thing. We've got trashy magazines, we've got cookie dough, we got Twister."

"I brought Monopoly and Balderdash," you add, glancing at the phone as it rings.

"And I brought Operation," Phoebe says, walking towards Rachel, who looks miserable. "But, um, I lost the tweezers so we can't operate. But we can prep the guy!"

You smile at her enthusiasm.

With the phone in her hand, Monica walks towards Rachel and says, "Uh, Rach, it's the Visa card people."

She groans and rolls her eyes. "Oh, God, ask them what they want."

"Could you please tell me what this is in reference to?" Monica asks into the phone before lowering it down and addressing Rachel. "Um, they say there's been some unusual activity on your account."

"But I haven't used my card in weeks," Rachel says, sounding even more exasperated now.

"That is the unusual activity." Rachel stands and pinches the bridge of her nose as Monica adds, "Look, they just want to see if you're okay."

"They want to know if I'm okay? Okay, they want to know if I'm okay. Okay, let's see." Slowly, you take a sip each time she says okay. "Well, let's see, the FICA guys took all my money. Everyone I know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and I'm getting coffee. And it's not even for me! So if that sounds like I'm okay, okay, then you can tell them I'm okay. Okay?"

You swallow your last sip and see that half of your drink is gone.

Monica slowly licks her lips and lifts the phone to her ear. "Uh, Rachel has left the building. Can you call back?"

"Alright, come on!" With her voice breaking and tears in her eyes, Rachel unfurls the game mat and says, "Let's play Twister."

"Oh, Rachel!" You walk over to her and lead her to the couch as she wipes her tears. "Come on, babe, it's okay, you're fine."

"No, I'm not!" she exclaims, sniffling. "Everyone I know is being more productive than I am."

Monica sits on the other side of her and rubs her arm. "Oh, come on. You should feel great about yourself. You're doing this amazing and independent thing!"

But she just rolls her eyes and asks, "Monica, what is so amazing? I gave up, like, everything! And for what?"

"You are just like Jack!" Phoebe exclaims from her spot on the table.

Looking at her, you squint. "Pheebs, I'm a little tipsy, but what are you talking about?"

"Jack from 'Jack and the Beanstalk'," she answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "See, he gave up something, but then he got those magic beans. And then he woke up and there was this--this big plant outside of his window full of possibilities and stuff. And he lived in a village and you live in the village."

Rachel holds up a hand to stop her. "Okay, but, Pheebs, Pheebs. Jack gave up a cow. I gave up an orthodontist. Okay? I--I know I didn't love him, but--"

"Oh, see, Jack did love the cow."

You sigh and take another long sip of your drink.

"But, see, it was a plan," Rachel continues. "You know? It was clear. Everything was figured out and now everything's just kinda like..."

She flails her hands around, searching for the word, and you suggest, "Floopy?"

"Yeah."

You put your hands back on her arm and say, "I've been there."

"Really?" she asks, looking at you.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm there right now. I mean, I want to be a famous screenwriter and probably a director. But I live in a shitty apartment with black mold and I work as a hostess." You laugh at yourself and continue. "I live, like, three thousand kilometers away from home in a whole new country. I was supposed to go to school for nursing because my mom and my dad are both doctors, but I changed my major halfway through and moved here." You smile at her and rub up and down her arm. "And I'm happy I did because I met you guys. And, sure, I kind of hate my job and I don't have any time to write and I pour oil down my drains to fuck with my landlord. But I'm doing my own thing, doing what I like. Not what everyone else is doing. Does that make sense?"

Rachel shrugs, but then she nods.

Monica puts a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. I mean, you've just gotta figure at some point it's all gonna come together, and it's just gonna be...un-floopy."

But then Rachel sighs and says, "Okay, but, Monica, what if--what if it doesn't come together?"

Monica rocks back and forth, searching for an answer, before quietly saying, "Pheebs?"

Phoebe puts her drink down and starts, "Well, 'cause you just like...I don't like this question. Y/N?"

You think about this question every night in bed, but you don't have an answer. And so you look around, muttering things under your breath so the heat will be off you.

"Okay, see, see you guys? What if we don't get magic beans? I mean, what if all we've got are...beans?"

Yeah, that's a thought that crosses your mind in the middle of the night too. And so you loudly slurp up the rest of your drink and pick up the pitcher. "I need more rum."

~*~

An hour and two pitchers of Tiki Death Punch later, you're all sitting in various positions in the living room. Phoebe is lying on the floor with her head on the ottoman and her hair over her face. Monica is eating cookie dough right out of the bowl with the wooden spoon. Rachel is lying across the couch with her legs in your lap. You're on your third drink and you're not even sure you can finish that. God, you're depressed, you really should get in touch with a pharmacist to get back on Prozac, but that's a hassle with the American healthcare system. Why can't it just be free like the rest of the world?

Rachel, who is changed into much comfier clothes, sighs and says, "I'm sorry, guys, I didn't mean to bring you down."

"No, you were right," Monica says, smushing the dough. "I don't have a plan!"

There's a knock at the door and that's the first time you've felt happy in forty-five minutes. "Thank Christ, food."

Rachel gets up to get the pizza and Monica says, "Phoebe?"

"Huh?" She flips her ponytail out from her face.

"Do you have a plan?"

She scoffs and says, "I don't even have a pla'."

Rachel swings the door open and a young teenage kid is standing there with pizzas. "Hi. One mushroom, green pepper, and onion?"

You almost burst into tears right then and there.

Rachel sighs. "No, no, no that's not what we ordered! We ordered a fat-free crust with extra cheese!" She also sounds like she's about to cry and lifts her fingers to her temple.

"Wait, you're not G. Stephanopoulos?"

"No."

"Oh, man, my dad's gonna kill me!"

Suddenly, Monica jumps across your legs and you almost piss yourself. Slowly, you and Phoebe follow as she asks the teenager, "Did you say G. Stephanopoulos?"

He nods. "Yeah, yeah, this one goes across the street. I must've given him yours. Oh, bonehead, bonehead." To be honest, him hitting himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand does make you smile a little.

"Wait, was this a--a small Mediterranean guy with curiously intelligent good looks?"

The kid nods. "Yeah, sounds about right."

"Was he wearing a stunning blue suit?"

"A--and a power tie?" Phoebe adds.

The kid shakes his head. "Nah, pretty much just a towel."

Monica's mouth drops and she leans on Phoebe for support like she's swooning. "Oh, god."

"So do you guys want me to take this back?" the poor kid asks.

"What? Are you nuts?" Monica seizes the pizza from his hand. "We've got George Stephanopoulos' pizza!"

While Rachel pays the kid, Monica rushes to the window and grabs the binoculars.

"Who is George Stephanopoulos?" you ask Phoebe.

But before she can answer, Monica shouts out, "I see pizza!"

Phoebe runs over to look, but you and Rachel stay by the pizza. You open it and almost start to salivate. You haven't eaten since lunch and you've been craving pizza all week.

"Who are we spying on?" Rachel wonders.

"You know the White House Advisor? Clinton's campaign guy, uh, the one with the great hair, sexy smile, and really cute butt?"

You laugh at her description and eat a piece of bell pepper. "No, but I wish I did."

Rachel nods. "Oh, yeah, the little guy! Oh, I love him!"

Together, you each take a piece of pizza and walk over to the window as Phoebe says, "Ooh, wait, I see a woman."

"Oh, please tell me it's his mother," Monica says.

You squint to try to see where she's looking, but it's too dark for you to see much.

And then Phoebe says, "It's definitely not his mother."

"Oh no."

"Oh, wait, she walking across the floor. She's walking, she's walking, she's going for the pizza." Angrily, Phoebe shouts out, "Hey, that's not for you, bitch!" Quickly, she covers her mouth and the four of you giggle. Rachel hands Monica her piece of pizza and you bite into your own.

Yeah, you don't need Prozac anymore, not if you have pizza and the girls.

~*~

A little while later, you're all out on the balcony. You're full of pizza and alcohol, but you're drinking water now. It's cold outside and there's a blanket over the metal chair you're sitting on and you're wearing the red sweatshirt Chandler gave to you a couple of weeks ago when you said you were cold. You forgot to give it back and maybe if you wear it you'll remember.

Monica comes back in with another pitcher of Death Punch and by now you're sure you've used up all your rum. But it's okay because you're having fun spying on his American politician with your friends.

"Are the lights still out?" Monica asks, climbing through the window.

"Yeah," Rachel says, binoculars still glued to her eyes.

"Well, maybe they're napping."

You scoff, straw halfway in your mouth. "Please, they're having sex, Mon."

"Shut up!" Monica and Phoebe shout at the same time.

You laugh, leaning your head back.

Everyone gets their drinks and sits back down when Rachel asks, "So what do you think George is like?"

"I think he's shy," Monica answers.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. I think you have to draw him out. And then...when you do, he's a preppy animal."

You all giggle and you feel like a schoolgirl again. You swat at her while she laughs and you laugh and so do Phoebe and Rachel.

Another half-hour later, you're all laughing and telling each other lies that you've told other people.

"Okay, okay I got one," Monica says and looks at Phoebe. "Do you remember that vegetarian pâté that I made that you loved so much?"

The vegetarian nods.

Monica snickers. "Well, unless goose is a vegetable!"

You and Rachel laugh while Phoebe screws her face up in disgust.

"Okay, fine, fine. Now I don't feel so bad about sleeping with Jason Hurley."

You sip on your water, having no idea who that is, but enjoying the way Monica's eyes widen. "What? You slept with Jason?"

"You were already broken up."

"How long?"

Phoebe shrugs. "Just a couple hours."

You laugh while Monica rolls her eyes.

Giggling, Rachel sits up. "Okay, okay, I got one." But since the pillow is leaning on the side of the wall, when she sits up, it falls to the balcony below. You smile as she continues. "Anyway. The Valentine Tommy Rollerson left in your locker was really from me!"

Monica looks at her friend. "Excuse me?"

Rachel returns to her original position. "Oh, hello? Like he was really gonna send you one." Monica rolls her eyes and Rachel adds, "She was a big girl."

You gasp and laugh.

"Well, at least big girls don't pee their pants in the seventh grade," she retaliates, leaning toward you and Phoebe.

Rachel gasps, "I was laughing! You made me laugh!"

As the two girls argue, movement catches your eye and you look across the street to where George lives and gasp, standing up. "Look, there he is!"

"Where?"

You blink, pointing at his huge windows. "Right where we've been looking all night."

Together, the four of you watch this man stand only clad in a towel. If you were sober, you'd feel bad.

"Oh, he's so cute," Rachel says.

"George, baby, drop the towel!" Monica exclaims.

In unison, you all chant "Drop the towel" and you're pretty sure he can hear you. Because then he does. And you gasp and all say, "Wow."

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you look away, giggling. "Okay, I don't know if Clinton is a good president, but I'll vote for him if that's his campaign manager."

The girls giggle and go back to their seats before you all can be arrested for spying.

"I have a question, Y/N," Rachel says, hopping back up on the ledge.

"What's up?"

"Are you interested in anyone right now?"

You raise a brow at the sudden question. "Well, now I'm interested in George Stephanopoulos."

Rachel rolls her eyes but smiles. "I can understand that."

Shrugging, you stir your water with your straw. "I mean, not really. I moved here a few months ago. I've been trying to figure my way around the city, I guess I haven't had much time to look at anyone like that."

"Then why are you wearing Chandler's sweatshirt?" Phoebe asks, smiling as she takes a sip of her drink.

You look down at the piece of fabric and rub it between your fingers. It's soft and thick and it reminds you of him. "He lent it to me the other week. I just...forgot to give it back."

"Okay," Phoebe says with a breathy laugh like she doesn't believe you.

You look at your friends and see that they all have the same expression--they suspect something. "W--what? No, it's not like that!"

"We didn't say anything," Monica assures you.

"You didn't have to." You take another gulp of your drink and feel some heat creep up your cheeks. "I don't know. He's my friend and I think he's cute, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now, you know?"

"Yeah, I do," Rachel agrees and you hear the truth in her voice. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," you tell them. "I mean. Chandler is funny and he's really sweet, but, like, mentally I'm not ready." Something dawns on you and you grab Monica's arm with wide eyes. "Does he have a thing for me?"

"No," she answers easily. "No, have you met Chandler? He's the most socially awkward person I've met."

Slowly, you nod, staring down at your drink. "Okay, okay. Cool. 'Cause I don't want to make things awkward." And then you're quiet, still staring at your drink, before you put it on the small, dingy table and stand up. "I'm going to use the bathroom."

"Are you okay?" Phoebe asks as you wobble over to the window.

"Yeah," you answer, slowly folding yourself to go through it. Your vision is swimming a little. "I'm just drunk."

"We all are," Rachel says and watches as you go back into the apartment. When the door closes, she leans close to her friends and says, "No one tell Chandler."

Monica places a hand on her heart. "No, for sure. She's totally justified, though, I wouldn't want to date someone directly after moving to another country."

Phoebe nods. "Besides, Chandler is a big boy, he can figure out his own feelings." But then she adds after a moment, "Well, maybe not, but that's his problem."

Rachel and Monica chuckle and go back to spying on Stephanopoulos.

~*~

Later, the boys come back from their hockey game. Before you can ask who won, you see Ross wearing a brace over his nose. Chandler tells you that he was hit in the face with a puck and ended up having to go to the emergency room for a broken nose.

But Ross seems in happier spirits than he was before and that you're grateful for.

Eventually, Phoebe, Joey, Monica, and Rachel are playing a game of Twister while Ross flicks the spinner. You're making some more drinks with the remaining rum for the boys to have, figuring they need it after their night.

"What's the legal drinking age in Canada?" Chandler asks, watching you pour the last of your rum into the blender before placing the empty bottle to the side.

"Eighteen," you answer, measuring the sugar with your heart. "Well, actually, it's eighteen in Manitoba, Québec, and Alberta. Everywhere else it's nineteen."

Chandler breathes out a laugh. "It's twenty-one here."

"Can't men be drafted into war when they're eighteen?"

He nods. "Yeah. It's messed up."

You hum and fire the blender up, keeping an elbow on it and closing your eyes. You've had a long day. You're still mad about your apartment and having to squat at Monica and Rachel's for a week. You know they don't mind, but you still feel bad. You'll cook them dinner a few times, that'll be nice. You would clean, but Monica is very particular about it so you figure it's best to leave it be.

Opening your eyes again, you turn the blender off and serve it up, giving one to Chandler first. You clink your glass of water with his and giggle as he smiles. You both take a sip at the same time when Chandler suddenly takes your wrist and holds your arm up.

"This sweatshirt is familiar," he says, teasing evident in his tone.

You smile and shrug. "Some guy gave it to me."

"Is that guy going to get it back?"

You shrug again. "Eventually."

Chandler tilts his head then and says, "You keep it."

"What?" you ask in disbelief. "No, Chandler, it's yours."

He shrugs, resisting the extremely strong urge to run his hand up and down your arm. "It looks better on you."

You scoff. "It does not."

He nods, smiling. "It does." His eyes trail up your figure before landing on your face. "It makes your eyes pop."

"It makes my eyes pop?"

"Yeah."

Smiling just a little, you pull the sleeves over your hands. "Thank you, Chan."

And as you walk away to give Ross his drink, Chandler breathes. He's not entirely sure how he feels about you. You're hot, you're cool, but you're also his friend. And he just basically said your eyes are pretty.

He takes a long drink of your concoction, something called Tiki Death Punch, and pours himself some more. As if that will do anything to calm his nerves. Nothing can calm his nerves when he's with you.

[ohcorny]

i want to finally respond to some hunger's bite asks i've been sitting on that were a bit too spoilers to post, so don't click through if you haven't read it!

there'll be screenshots in here with some very nice words and analyses but also spoilers

@superdark33 i already thanked you for this really nice review via telephone with li but having read it again for the first time since you sent it ahhhhh it really is so nice. you Get me. you get what i was going for with pretty much everything. ideal reader. 10/10

@ban-joey honestly i don't know why i sat on this one, as if the fucked up first class passengers aren't literally On the hardcover. but yeah!!! yeah that was on purpose!!! >:] could be very easily taken as a funny distance model but NO. it's DIEGETIC !

please look forward to it :)

@hyephyep thank yoooooou for appreciating my Cover Trick. that is exactly how you should interpret it.

tbh, the full nature of honeycutt is so open to interpretation that i hesitate to confirm/deny anything, but i guess my intent with him is that he never cared about emery at all. he was ready to replace him with a better boy as soon as he discovered wick existed. his reaction to emery going overboard is more surprise than anything, and he moves on immediately.

and yes..... you get me. i haven't seen anyone bring up that point but that is exactly how you should feel. neeta and wick went sailing off that side of the boat too, but it wasn't until it was emery that any of them cared to do something about it. it's bittersweet!

[agirlandherquill]

writecamp - day 12, june 12th

welcome to day 12 campers!

the rules are as follows: choose a prompt (or as many of them as you like) from the list, write something and share your creation with the rest of writeblr, and share the game with others, because as we all know writing is a gift and it deserves to be shared! and of course, tag me in your responses because i cannot wait to see them!

as usual, the prompt list will be under the cut!

The Prompt List

Dialogue Prompts:

"I never understood how anyone tolerated you. In fact, I still don't."

"You may never know what I think of you, and that's for the best. Believe me."

"Will I see this day end, or is this it?"

"I knew how fragile this all was, I knew, and I let it shatter."

"If there's ever been a chance, tell me. Please."

Setting Prompts:

A festival

A ring of candles

A stack of shelves

A campsite

A waterfall

Narration Prompts:

She held her head up high, cast her gaze to the skies, for she could not see their deaths, she would only watch the clouds.

He smiled to the fiery stare coming his way and simply finished his performance with a bow.

The crowd had never been so silent, history had never known for something to go this wrong.

When is the right finally wrong? When does the wrong became the right?

A better death would not be the right one, for an ending had never been so undeserved.

Feeling Prompts:

The hollowness of hunger

The loss of luck

The interference of interest

The hold of hesitation

The quiet of calm

all the best for day 12, you've all made such a brilliant start to the challenge, and i can't wait to see what you write!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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now for the tags! for writecamp, because i have a feeling there's going to be so many of you, i'm going to do tags a little bit differently and instead tag all you lovely campers in the comments! (to hopefully get around any tag limits/difficulties because we all know there's going to be problems, it's inevitable and i'm going to do my best to avoid any issues in that area) (the tag list will also be completed a short while after this post comes out seeing as i unfortunately cannot queue comments, but i'll get there in the end :) )

but of course, if you would like to be tagged in future daily challenges for writecamp, all you've got to do is interact with this post - it'll be monitored throughout the entirety of the challenge to ensure nobody who wants to be tagged misses out!

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[joey-reads-fanfics]

☆about this blog☆ (edited 4-26-25)

fanfic-based sideblog

main blog: @joey-regrets-nothing (you should go follow me :D)

ao3: boycottxlove

linktree

this blog is mainly used for anything relating to fanfic, fanart, and other fanworks

I HAVE A FANFIC: what a match (i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet)

my fandoms (ones with stars are ones i am very active in currently)

1. various bandoms

fall out boy ☆

my chemical romance ☆

pierce the veil

sleeping with sirens

panic! at the disco

2. books

riordanverse (rick riordan)

grishaverse (leigh bardugo)

the hunger games (suzanne collins)

caraval (stephanie garber)

the lunar chronicles (marissa meyer)

renegades (marissa meyer)

3. other/miscellanious

star trek (tng and ds9)

dan and phil

unholyverse (is this its own thing??) ☆

NOTE ON RPF

rpf = real person fiction

real person fiction = okay

but there are still certain RULES to be followed in rpf fandoms that do not apply in other fandoms. notably: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT SEND RPF SHIT TO THE PEOPLE IT'S WRITTEN ABOUT

or, DON'T BE THE ASSHOLE WHO SENT MIKEY WAYCEST THAT ONE TIME

you can still write about them having sex with each other in your fanfictions, tho. sorry, ray

ships i read/write for (in no particular order)

petetrick

kellic

frerard

phan

ryden

+ many others (i'm a multi-shipper)

ships i will absolutely never consume content for

WAYCEST WAYCEST I WILL NOT READ WAYCEST

that's pretty much it (i'm chill like that)

i will literally read ANYTHING so long as it's not yucky

you can dm me if

you have fic recs

you have fic requests (i might not get around to all of them but they might make great practice so...)

you have questions about specific fics i post about

you want specific fic recs

you want to talk about a specific fic we've both read

you want me to edit/beta one of your fics

you want to edit/beta one of my fics

you can drop something in the ask box if

pretty much any reason, just please be nice :))

tags

#reblog for anything i reblog

#fanart for fanarts i reblog

#recs for any fics i recommend

#fic posting for any of my fics

have a blessed day :3

GARISH COLORS BROUGHT TO YOU BY: i was bored and thought the blog needed some *pizzazz*

[whore-ibly-hot]

What if the reader is just from a slightly larger town than joey’s? Also I would be perfectly fine with being joey’s spouse as long as I can have Indian runner ducks and a green house

Given his family farm size, they provide food, animals and more to surrounding counties, so if your from a slightly larger town nearby, he'd probably get to know you at a younger age. He would probably have first met you in Sunday school, (as his church was the only one around). I think this would cement and idea in his head that you were made to be his, why else would fate have brought you to together. I imagine a mid-size nearby town reader being more humble.

As far as stuff you'd like on the farm, he'll get you whatever you want, but he might die if you get him something pertaining to animals or plant husbandry. Seeing you fitting in so well with the hobbies and tasks of his family makes him shutdown. Plus, he wonders about how that nurturing spirit would carry over from animal to a baby, should you give in and give him one. He will get emotionally attached to anything, but especially any animals you care for, as he sees them as an extension of you.

"Okay- don't be mad darlin', this is gonna sound weird, but... can the duck sleep with us in the bed tonight?"

(AN: What is an Indian Runner duck? Where are they native too? Please elaborate, I have a hunger for knowledge...)

[marshvlovestv]

Video Games I Experienced 3/2/25-4/10/25

The Blackwell Legacy (watched: ZenBear): I’m sure there’s like no one out there who ships Rosa and Joey together but man I see myself so much in Rosa and Joey is sexy so uh. I gotta project!

Cassette Beasts (watched: GSDBoxer): My own attempt at playing this game was shameful. I’m so glad I can experience it this way.

Dicey Dungeons (watched: SummerDumber): I really like this girl, so it’s a shame this is the only game on her channel that interests me at all.

Fear & Hunger (watched: Graeme Games): I will never understand what compels people to spend their limited time on this Earth playing something so demoralizing… but I’m watching it so what do I know.

Golden Idol Investigations: The Sins of New Wells (played): I was actually really emotionally moved by the final case. Roy’s a hero, man.

Grunn (played): A cozy gardening sim with jumpscares. So many jumpscares. I did not finish it.

Hades II (played): If I ever manage to beat Typhon I will be so proud of myself

Hi-Fi Rush (watched: PlayFrame): I honestly don’t think I would have realized this game was a parody of the gaming industry if not for Dan’s singular insight.

Instants (played demo): I think this demo is partially to blame for my current sticker insanity.

Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge (watched: Quasimofo): I thought the monkey wrench puzzle was cute tbh

Monster Pub (played): Don’t know why it had to be in three separate downloads, but it was a nice cozy card game

Muffles' Life Sentence (played demo): The “each chapter released as a different game” model feels a little Garten of Banban but the demo was really good

Scarlet Hollow (played): The update is fantastic but I’m still not going back on the fucking Discord

Shipwrecked 64 (watched: Andrew Cunningham and mollystars): I’m Deltarune hyped so I went back to watch some Deltarune theorists play a weird ARG

Stardew Valley (played): Winter is the worst part of this game

Tower of Kalemonvo (watched: Graeme Games): I want to support Graeme… I believe in him I want to watch all his videos… but these Diablo-likes are always so boring to me

Until Then (played): Reminded me immediately of A Space for the Unbound, and it’s full of charming and interesting ways to interact with the world

Vampyr (watched: Laila Dyer): Don’t Nod are a really ambitious studio. Their games are never perfect but I really respect the variety in their library

We should talk. (played): The girlfriend in this game reminded me too much of me. Felt bad to break up with her.

Your House (played demo): It’s still on my wishlist, but the reviews have been mixed so I will probably not end up buying it

[bloodwrittenletters]

❪ ✶ ❫ 'YOU'RE LIKE A LOVE LETTER TO THE WORLD.'

(this angel/vampire loves her best friend and loves that she said this to her!)

──── 🪽 STRAIGHT FROM THE ANGEL'S MOUTH; hello! i'm anabella, bella, bells, bellsie or more! (most of my names coming from my dearest of friends). english is not my first language and although i am fluent, i still struggle with it daily!!! so, please, bear with me and my writing.

──── ✒️ SHE'S BEEN AROUND MANY TIMES AND THIS ARE HER FAVORITES; percy jackson, the naturals, boys of tommen, a good girl's guide to murder (series) , yellowjackets, the hunger games, outer banks, gilmore girls, better than the movies / nothing like the movies, betting on you, veil, a curse for true love (series), caraval (series), the cruel prince, the invisible life of andie la rue, criminal minds. (and more!!)

──── 🪐 HER AND HER LOVERS; percy jackson, michael townsend, gerard gibson, joey lynch, charlie sampson, wes bennett...!!

❪ ✶✶ ❫ THE VAMPIRE LADY IS VERY, VERY MAGICAL.

(the vampire lady loves her cherry lady and thanks her for giving her this nickname!)

──── 🫂 FOREVER IN HER HEART; covey girl! kj, annie, viana, lou, bibi, rosie, kailyn. (more to be added!)

──── 💌 YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME; percy jackson, hazel levesque, cassie hobbes, michael townsend (slightly), claire biggs, gerard gibson, shannon lynch, katie wilmot, evangeline fox, bailey mitchell, lenore dove baird variant...!!

──── 🫀 SHE LOVES; cats, dogs, animals in general, books, nicole rafiee, tv shows, pretty clothes, art, shopping, pinterest, showing her affection, psychology, writing, talking/yapping, painting, sleeping, walking, flowers, fanfics, her friends, fleetwood mac, her cat, stuffed animals, sewing, tumblr, wattpad, spotify, libraries, poetry.

──── 📖 CURRENTLY FALLING APART IN HER GLASSES; a curse for true love / stephanie garber, bad blood / jennifer lynn barnes, the hunger games / suzanne collins, the invisible life of addie la rue / v.e. schwab.

──── 🎧 TANGLED IN HER HAIR; DOES GOD CRY? / nessa barrett, merry christmas, please don't call / bleachers, fade into you / mazzy star, bags / clairo, cologne / beabadoobee, iris / the goo goo dolls, fool's gold / lucy dacus, silver springs / fleetwood mac, mess it up / gracie abrams, love grows (where my rosemary goes) / edison lighthouse, blackbird / the beatles.

CIAO AMORE,

CIAO AMORE,

CIAO AMORE,

CIAO.

'why do all vampires are portrayed as murderous and gloomy? :( i'm a sunshine!'