#i had been thinking about the stuff joey brings up in this one for a lonng time

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: I Can’t Help Myself*

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Summary: While Joe’s away doing foundation stuff, there's an overwhelming amount of photos of him popping up on Twitter and Instagram. All of them had you patiently waiting for your fiance's arrival home.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagines Universe: Just the Two of Us

A/N: Apron and shirtless Joe have me feral, had to speed-write this.

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March 3rd, 2024

It all started with an innocent text from my bestie.

Attachment: 1 Image… Tumblr is going crazy over this right now!

At that moment, I shook my head with a laugh at my best friend's text. She was on Tumblr to keep up with her celebrity crushes, but one day, she jokingly looked my fiance's name up. She would never give me details about what was on the ‘tag’, but she'd now and then tell me what was up with Joe Burrow Tumblr.

Joe had left the house earlier today for a foundation event at a soup kitchen here in Cincy. Robin and Jimmy, Joe’s parents, had come from Athens and were going with him.

By the looks of the picture my best friend sent, Joe wasn't having as bad of a time as he anticipated he would. This morning was full of endless grumbles before I eventually shoved Joe out of the door, but he was smiling in the picture as he poured some soup into a bowl.

He seriously looked adorable. The Guinness hat gives him an oddly innocent look, while the apron he's wearing adds to the cuteness factor.

I'm so buying that man an apron to wear when we're cooking. I thought to myself, giggling out loud.

After sending my bestie a quick response back, I pulled up Joe’s contact.

Nice apron, cutie. 😉

Naturally, It was a while later when Joe answered, but his response set butterflies off in my stomach.

Depending on the intentions behind the wink emoji, I could ask to bring one home if it works ya up.

Taking a few moments to calm down, I shot a nonchalant response back to Joe.

The hat too?

The hat too. I draw the line at the plastic gloves, though. I gotta feel you with no barriers, baby.

How this man can control every pulse point in my body with just his words will never fail to amaze me.

Shit, my mom was reading that beside me. 😬

JOSEPH LEE BURROW.

My stomach dropped at the thought of Robin reading her son practically dirty-talking to me. That's next-level embarrassment.

I'm joking, babe. See you later, with an apron and hat.

Omg, Joe! If I was with you right now, you'd get smacked in the back of the head. I love you, though. See ya later!

Love you too. 😘

This morning, Joe woke up ready to go. I'm not talking about being ready to go to the foundation event, I'm talking about sex.

Joe woke up most mornings wanting a quick romp to start the day, so it had slowly become a part of our daily routine.

It was a different story today, though.

—

Still naked from the previous night’s lovemaking session, Joe had pulled me into him as our lips met. I'd just gotten close enough to grind on his erection when Joe’s phone rang on the nightstand.

“You should probably get that.” - you said between kisses

Joe groaned out of annoyance when he pulled away and grabbed his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the caller ID.

“Who is it?” - you stroked his chest

“My mom.” - Joe

“Why'd you roll your eyes then?” - you

He sighed and pulled me into his chest, moving his hips away, knowing any friction would make him lose control.

“She treats me like a little kid every time we have one of these foundation events.” - Joe

“You're her baby, Joe. She’s just looking out for you.” - you

Joe nodded with a sigh and accepted the call.

“Hey Mom, yeah I'm awake.” - Joe

His deep, raspy morning voice made my cheeks heat up, and I hid my blush in his chest.

“My shirt’s been ironed, yes. y/n ironed it and laid it out last night.” - Joe

The silence gave me the ability to hear what Robin was saying, and the words she said only made my heart flutter.

“You better have thanked her. Joe, I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have that woman by your side.” - Robin

“I'm very lucky, Mom. Wouldn't be who I am without her.” - Joe

“Make sure she knows that. I'll see you later, sweetie!” - Robin

“Bye, Mom.” - Joe

I cuddled closer to Joe, listening to him mumble a quick “Yes, I love you too” before hanging up.

“Wouldn't be where you are without me, huh sheisty?” - you laughed

“Shut it.” - Joe rolled his eyes

A few seconds of content silence passed before Joe cleared his throat and sat up.

“Okay, I'm like super horny right now, but I'm gonna push that away because I've been thinking about something.” - Joe

“What's that?” - you

“We still haven't told anybody that I proposed. I told you we could wait till we got back to Cincy, and we've been back for weeks. I'm trying to say that we need to tell our families soon.” - Joe

“Oh ok, that's fine. Whenever you want to, I'm down.” - you

“Actually? Just like that?” - Joe

I giggled and gently reached out to comb back the curls that had fallen over on Joe’s forehead.

“Yeah, just like that. It's been fun keeping it just between us, but I want nothing more than telling our family we’re gonna get married.” - you

“Can I also ask you about something else?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

Joe sighed and took a second to clear his thoughts.

“You okay?” - you

“Yeah… I'm just trying to pay attention, it's kinda hard to, you know…” - Joe

He flicked his head down toward the tented sheet covering his lap.

“Focus, babe.” - you laughed

“Okay, uhm… what if we got married earlier than this coming offseason?” - Joe

“What do you mean?” - you tilted your head to the side

“What if we got married at the courthouse, no one else there? Just you, me, and the judge. It could be as soon as next month or as late as a week before our actual ceremony.” - Joe

I let his idea sink in, thinking about how sweet his idea of getting married soon is.

“I’m listening.” - you smiled

“We won't do our big vows or even exchange rings yet, just the license saying we're married, and hopefully your name change.” - Joe grinned

“y/n Burrow.” - you

Joe grinned from ear to ear, a blush on his cheeks as he heard my first name paired with his last name.

“Always thought that sounded perfect. I remember thinking about it on the first day of college during roll call. I couldn't take my eyes off of you after our professor said your name, and I thought about your last name as Burrow.” - Joe

“You're adorable.” - you

“Thanks.” - Joe

A few seconds went by without either of us saying something, but Joe broke it with a sigh.

“Are we going to continue what we were doing before your mom called?” - you

“Sadly, I have to start getting ready. Waiting will make tonight even better, though.” - Joe winked

“How do you know I'll even want it later?” - you

“You will, baby. You always do.” - Joe

—

Now, here I was, staring at a picture of my fiance pouring soup into a bowl.

Something about the moment just screamed husband.

Maybe it was the adorable apron. Or hat. Or plastic gloves.

Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. More of him. All of him.

My thoughts lingered to the most intimate moments with Joe. Catching myself before I got too worked up, I pulled up my phone to scroll through Instagram.

As soon as I did, though, my plan of a distraction was shot to hell.

Justin Hillard made a post of the Arizona trip the boys went on and one of the last slides showcased a sweaty, shirtless Joe.

“Where's Joe when you need him.” - you groaned

—

What felt like hours later, I heard the garage door open signaling Joe was home.

A minute later, his tall frame was striding into the kitchen. I watched him look around for a second before his eyes landed on me.

A grin formed on his lips as he walked up to the couch. Joe dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned in for a kiss.

When I went to pull away, Joe grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. After a few minutes of making out, Joe finally pulled away.

“Sorry, I really needed that.” - Joe sheepishly smiled

“It's alright, I did too.” - you smiled

“How was your day? I didn't leave you too bored, right?” - Joe

“My day was good, and no. I spent most of it obsessing over the new pics of you.” - you

“Felt like I never left then, huh?” - Joe

“Dead wrong. Staring at the pictures only made me miss you more.” - you

I watched as Joe teasingly licked his lips, never once breaking eye contact.

“Why's that?” - Joe

“Cut the shit, Joe. You know exactly why.” - you

“Because we didn't have sex this morning? That's why you missed me?” - Joe

“Well, that's not the only reason why. I naturally hate being away from you, but yes sex has something to do with it.” - you

Joe reached out and placed his hand on my inner thigh, nestling his hand against my crotch.

“Wanna go upstairs then?.” - Joe

I nodded, and Joe was quick to stand up and pick me up bridal style.

Giggles flew from both of our lips as Joe hurried up the stairs to our bedroom.

Soon, Joe was laying me on the bed and crawling on top of me.

“I love you.” - you said between kisses

Joe smiled and returned the sentiment, my arms wrapping around his neck as we kissed.

“Listen let's just get straight to it. I've been looking forward to this all day.” - you

“You don't want the tongue & finger combo first?” - Joe

I laughed at his bluntness before nodding my head.

“I need you inside me.” - you

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” - Joe

Joe placed his lips back on mine and shifted his weight onto one arm, lifting the other hand to unzip his fly.

I helped him shed his pants off, but Joe took my hand away when I reached for his boxers. He sat back on his knees for a second to pull his shirt over his head, quickly returning to his position above me when he was done.

My arms were around his shoulder as Joe slowly dropped his hips to grind on me. Just seconds later he'd pull away to take my clothes off.

When we were both naked, Joe’s lust-filled eyes scanned over my body before reversing course and locking with mine.

“God, you're beautiful, baby.” - Joe

After Joe lined himself up to my entrance, he slowly pushed inside. Making sure I felt every inch of him.

“You feel so good.” - Joe groaned

“You too…” - you

“So hot and wet for me, baby.” - Joe

Joe didn't move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of my walls wrapped around his hard cock.

“Joey, move, please?” - you

I watched him nod before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. Joe formed a path of kisses from my cheek to my lips.

Once he met my lips, Joe slipped out of me before slamming his cock back inside.

Both of us moaned loudly when his tip hit my cervix, my walls squeezing Joe’s thrusting cock as he set a rough pace.

“You feel insane.” - Joe moaned

“I've been dreaming about this… all day.” - you

A few minutes later, Joe and I were still locked together at mouth and crotch.

“I'm not gonna last much longer.” - Joe moaned

“Me… neither.” - you

Joe’s face contorted as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through his body. His cute nose scrunching as his eyes are clenched shut.

“Oh, fuck!” - Joe grunts

Seconds later, with a shaky hand, Joe reaches down to where we were connected and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His thrusts became uneven but never once unsatisfactory.

“Joey! I'm gonna cum!” - you moaned

It wasn't much longer after that when I fell over the edge, moaning Joe’s name through my climax.

Joe continued his thrusts before rushing to get as deep as he could.

His head fell back, and his mouth fell open. A moan and grunt of my name leaves his pretty pink lips as he cums.

After his orgasm, Joe fell forward and on top of me. Burying his face in my neck as he stayed inside me, fading out the experience.

I reached a hand up and cupped the back of Joe’s head, slowly running my fingers through his unruly curls. The comforting sounds of our mutual heavy breath and the ceiling fan created a soft moment.

“You really liked that apron, huh?” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you giggled

Joe stayed there for a bit, enjoying being cuddled before he eventually pulled out and hopped out of bed.

My eyes lingered on his perfectly plump butt as Joe walked into our bathroom, later returning with a washcloth to clean us both up.

He strode up to me as I stayed lying in the bed. Joe softly caressed my thighs while gently spreading my legs apart.

I hummed in contentment at the feel of the warm washcloth, and Joe only smiled at the sound.

After cleaning himself up too, Joe slipped on a pair of clean boxers.

“Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in? Panties too, maybe?” - Joe

“Just one of your shirts will be fine.” - you smiled

Joe nodded and disappeared into the closet. A few seconds later, he walked back in with one of his pregame shirts that was from a previous season.

“Lean up for me, baby.” - Joe

I did his bidding and Joe slipped the top over my head, making sure my arms went through the sleeves.

“Comfy?” - Joe

He walked around the bed and climbed into his side.

“Very, and it smells like you.” - you grinned

“I hope that's a good thing.” - Joe laughed

“It's a very good thing, you smell delicious.” - you

Joe chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, one of his big hands running over my back as my head was hidden in Joe’s neck.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you more.” - Joe

He lovingly stroked my hair, providing tender words of affirmation and holding me tightly in his arms during their comforting aftercare ritual.

“Oh shit, do you know what I just realized?” - Joe

“What?” - you

“My apron is down in my car. I forgot to show you.” - Joe sighed

“It's okay. You can show me tomorrow.” - you giggled

“Guess what.” - Joe

I narrowed my eyes, trying to see his expression in the dark but failing.

“What?” - you

“I grabbed one for you too.” - Joe smiled

“Oh my god.” - you laughed

“I couldn't help myself!” - Joe

He laughed along with me before we both paused, coincidently yawning in sync, which ended in another laughing fit.

“Goodnight, baby.” - you

“Goodnight, my love.” - Joe

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Authors note: because Joe was illegally fine that day.

Came from my own head! 💞

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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 2: Window to the World

Having Loki in your apartment leaves you both confused and star-struck. But fangirl crushes will have to wait as you take it upon yourself to give Loki a history lesson about your reality and his role in it.

CHAPTER WARNING: none

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You were an early riser, and always had been. Even on mornings after you’d not slept well, you were usually able to greet the day with at least some energy. It was your superpower: you were the only morning person you knew. It was usually good for adding an extra hour or so of recreation to your day. 

You needed that superpower more so today than ever. For once, when you woke up and remembered why you were splayed out like a deflating sex doll on the sofa, not a shred of dignity to be found in your position, you felt your head begin to pound. 

Coffee…bring me to life…

You glimpsed at the Loki figurine on the kitchen island where you’d stashed it without thinking. Scrunching your nose, you went to the cupboard to start brewing a strong pot of Elixir of Life (French Vanilla light roast). 

You weren’t sure what to think. If your new houseguest was truthful, that meant you presently had the God of Mischief in your bed. Hell, it meant that the God of Mischief, as well as Thor, Odin, and Asgard, existed. And what did that mean for everyone else in those movies? How did he even find himself here, and where was his intended path? 

And, perhaps the biggest question of all: how was he supposed to get back to where he came from? Should he even be allowed to go? After all, it wasn’t like Loki from The Avengers was a good person. What if you had an intergalactic criminal in there? Lying not about his identity but about his benign existence? 

Heh, I guess I had stranger days in college. 

You heard shuffling at the front door. After a few moments of keys jangling, Joey came in, looking worse than when he’d left you hours ago. 

“More fun at work, asshole?” you said with a sneer. 

“Always,” he said, taking a seat on the other side of the island on a barstool. “Actually, I did a lot of cleaning shit out tonight.”

“Good. Serves you right for making me spend my last hundred bucks on Prince Loki in there,” you replied. “That was our grocery money, by the way. Hope you like the Crackers and Oxygen Diet.”

Joey laughed. “I was thinking about it…about him,” he said after a brief pause. “And I was wondering if you thought the same thing I did.”

“What about?”

“About The Doctor.” 

The timer on the coffee pot beeped. You swiped two cheap mugs stolen from a hotel room and placed them in front of your brother. 

You nodded. “I definitely thought about him.”

“Maybe it’s not such a weird coincidence that he looks like him, Sis,” Joey reasoned as you poured. “I mean, that kook in London sure looks like David Tennant.”

“It’s a publicity stunt, genius,” you said, bringing one of the full mugs to your nose so that you could inhale the gentle, earthy aroma. You were already beginning to feel more awake. 

“Disney owns the Loki side of things, but not the Who side,” said Joey. “I doubt the BBC and MCU would do something like this at the same time.” 

You smiled and took a slightly longer look at him. Despite his disheveled appearance, Joey really did look like your father to a T. “You and Dad watched all the old Doctor Who stuff. I just watched the Thor movies for the…”

You looked briefly at the toy on the counter. 

“...plot.” 

Joey took a long sip of coffee, rolling his eyes before setting the cup down to express his thoughts. “Sure you did, Sis. Hey…uh…didn’t you lose your virginity to the audiobook for High Rise?”

“SHUT UP!” you barked defensively, absentmindedly taking a sugar cube from a glass nearby and chucking it at his face. Your aim was wide (and half-assed), and instead of hitting your target, the cube flew across the room and landed at Loki’s bare foot. 

You hadn’t noticed him open the door or leave the bedroom. “Oh,” you gasped.

“Hey, Loki! Good morning, soldier!” Joey raised his mug in toast. 

Loki looked a little bewildered, but otherwise mentally intact. “Did I miss something?” He bent over and scooped the sugar cube, holding it between two of his fingers, observing it. 

You shook your head. “No. Uh, coffee?”

“Um,” was all Loki said before Joey gestured to his own seat, getting up and offering it. Loki felt compelled to take it. 

“Hey,” Joey said in an aside to you as Loki helped himself to a coffee mug, “We should tell him.” 

“About how he’s a fictional character? I was going to.”

“About The Doctor,” Joey repeated. “I’m just saying, maybe it’s NOT so weird that two time-jumpers landed here after all.”

Shaking your head, you disagreed. “I want to show him the movies first,” you said, looking briefly over your shoulder. “If he is who he says he is, then he doesn’t know the truth. We can’t send him out into the world as a helpless little dingus. Someone could take advantage of him.”

Your brother sighed. “I guess. I’m gonna shower and get some sleep. Maybe when I wake up we can talk about what to do.”

You gritted your teeth and groaned. “He sounds like he wants to get back to where he came from as soon as possible.”

Laughing, Joey headed for the bathroom, barely large enough for him to turn around in. “I don’t think he has much choice.” 

“No, that’s not what I’m worried about,” you added. “What if he gets desperate and, like, hurts one of us?”

He shrugged and said quickly as he closed the door, “Well, try not to bleed onto the rug. The landlord’ll add that to our rent.” 

You rolled your eyes. Thanks, Joey. 

You turned to go back to the kitchen island to help Loki with something to eat, but stopped in your tracks when you saw that he had found the figurine, and was holding it up in front of him as if it were covered in syrup. 

“Y/N, what is this?”

Your jaw fell open as your heart began to race. You couldn’t explain the look on Loki’s face; it was as if he was wrestling in his mind between confusion and amusement. 

“I…”

Loki was smiling as he held the trinket closer to his eyes, observing the details. “My my…” he mumbled. “Why does Midgard have toys of my likeness in this timeline? Am I a hero?”

His smile peeled further back on his cheeks as he had a realization. 

“Do…do you admire me, Miss Y/N?”

Your skin went ice cold when he winked with a chuckle. Your mind was short-circuiting. This was a super fan’s anxiety nightmare come to life, and it was your show. You did the one thing you knew would work to get you out of it: change the subject. 

“Loki,” you said solemnly, “There’s something I need to show you.” 

You called in to work (the shop owner was a retired teacher with a sweet disposition, so she understood that you “had family in town”) and brought out Joey’s DVD cases. Between the two of you, you owned the DVDs of the entire Infinity Saga. Joey even burned a few bootleg copies of one of the streaming shows, but alas, it was Wandavision, not Loki’s show. You couldn’t afford any streaming services, and since password sharing/stealing was no longer possible, you only had these discs and basic cable as your entertainment in the evenings.

I wonder what’s in his serial, you thought. Has he lived it yet? Should I warn him about spoilers?

You laid out a spread of snacks, in case Loki got lightheaded or distressed over what he saw.  Luckily, sleep had remedied some of his anxiety, at least to your eye. He appeared fine with the idea of sitting back for most of the day with movies. 

“So, what do you know about this place? This world?” you asked as you hit the pause button as the opening logos of Thor began to appear. 

Loki was sitting formally, with immaculate posture. “My seidr doesn’t work here. And your version of a Loki variant is possibly fictional and enshrined within these documentaries you are about to show me.”

“What’s a variant?” you asked. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Loki said after a moment’s pause. “Show me the films,” he added with a hint of sadness. 

Thus began your day watching Loki watch himself in movies. It wasn’t exactly what you’d pictured you would be doing with him if he ever became real, but at least you weren’t bickering or fighting Christopher Eccleston. He seemed entranced, a little disturbed, but also fascinated in earnest. Once in a while, he even made a critic’s comment on the filmmakers’ and actors’ choices. It made you smile when he did, because his shoulders relaxed, he sat back against the sofa cushion. He was becoming comfortable with you. 

He remarked that Thor’s film counterpart was a bit off in particular: the real God of Thunder was apparently a bit less bumbling. He was as much a hunter as he was a soldier, which gave him sharper instincts than what was portrayed on screen. Still, the physical resemblance was outright uncanny. 

“So, to be clear: in your world, Loki is ONLY a character?” he asked. 

Nodding, you hoped he wouldn’t have some kind of existential crisis triggered by your honesty. “Yes. All of these people are the result of actors acting and writers writing.”

“And Midgard is the only Realm that exists?”

“As far as we know, and we’ve mapped the stars pretty well.”

“...and there’s no magic? Or Avengers?”

“Not outside of Comic Con.” 

“This fellow playing my role is a bit theatrical.”

You nearly snorted your water. Loki even made you laugh once in a while. “You really think so? Isn’t that the point, though?” you giggled. Loki looked at you warmly. 

“Your laugh is nice,” he said. “I am fond of the sound of laughter. You know, I notice these stories neglect my more playful side. I wasn’t always a parasuicidal, power-maddened Prince.”

You raised a teasing eyebrow, and he shrugged. “To be fair, I did say not always.”

He knew more about the plot than you expected. You noticed in some scenes he mouthed the dialogue verbatim, which sent shivers down your back to see. Other times, he seemed as clueless as a first-time viewer as to what was happening, especially when you popped in Ragnarok after a brief lunch break. 

“That wasn’t at all how Sakaar happened,” he hissed bitterly. “I never attempted to betray Thor, and would’ve never allowed him to electrocute me without my permission!” 

You chose to skip over the next film (ignoring Loki’s odd addendum about ‘permission’) and you got the feeling Loki knew why. “Thank you,” he said, “yes, I know what happens to me on the ship after Ragnarok.” 

“How?” you asked. “You’re not as surprised by some of this as I thought.”

“I’m surprised by some of the accuracy, yes,” he admitted, looking at you with a twinge of sorrow in his eyes. “But you aren’t the first one to bring my life’s review before my eyes like this.”

“Who was the first? And how?” you wondered. 

“Are there other films of this Loki?” Loki asked. “I can show you what happens next. Surely you know my life didn’t exactly end there.” 

“Sort of.” 

You got up from the sofa to clear the boxes of old Chinese leftovers as you explained. “You do get away in the next one, the last one. They figure out time travel. Thor finds a universe where you escape from arrest after taking over New York.”

“Yes,” recalled Loki, “but did they show you what happened after that? Where I fell?”

You bit your lip as you crammed everything into the overflowing garbage can as far down as possible. “Not unless you can afford fifteen extra bucks a month,” you admitted. “There is more, but I don’t have access to it.” 

“We need to find it,” Loki decided. You were about to agree when he changed his tone: “Oh…perhaps I can regale you with the antics of the TVA myself?”

The way he looked at you, hopeful that you’d agree to hear his version of the next chapter of his life instead of the MCU’s, warmed your heart. You had to fight back your urge to leap across the room and embrace him. Scaring him was the absolute last thing you wanted to do. What you did do was sit next to him again and fold your legs underneath you. 

You said simply, “Please.”

And he did. For hours after. 

There was something in the way he wove a tale that felt not quite of this planet. His delivery was almost exaggerated as he told you about the TVA, Mobius, Sylvie, and OB, as well as Kang and Ravonna, and how he ended up unconscious and naked in an alley on South Salina street. 

His voice was hot and soothing, like a drink of tomato soup against a dry, raw throat. You could have melted into his lap as he described everyone and everything, all of the marvelous lands that didn’t exist for you, the magnificent species and cultures, and the horrendous monsters he’d beaten. 

You didn’t particularly care for Sylvie, who sounded like she thrived off of Persecution Complex and attention like a lamprey fed off of a shark’s hind. The way he described both her and Mobius, with equal fondness and perhaps even love, made you sink back in your seat. You were suddenly not as giddy inside.

“You love her,” you said softly and suggestively. 

Loki shook his head in denial. “I thought I did until I repeatedly attempted to pull her away from the Citadel.” 

“What happened there?”

He explained that he’d realized there, after repeatedly trying to pull her away from her desire to murder Kang and set the timelines into brutal chaos on a scale not even Loki could contain, that sometimes people don't change. It was all Loki could do to accept that perhaps the trite little world in Oklahoma that Sylvie longed for was, perhaps, the one she belonged in after all. 

“I don't agree,” you said stubbornly, sticking out your chest in a bit of cartoonish defiance. “She needs to be held accountable for nearly taking down all of reality.” 

He sighed. “No, I don’t see how. Her fate is not mine, nor is mine hers. She couldn’t take my place.”

“Your place?” you asked inquisitively. “You mention so many weird things, Loki, and expect me to know them.”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, the wheels in his head were sparked into action, and he looked for a moment as if he were reading something in the air in front of him as his idea materialized. 

“Maybe…” he suddenly said. “...the stone!”

“What?” you asked, snapping out of your dreamy trance. 

“We have to go back for the stone!” Loki snapped up off of the sofa as if his ass were on springs. It startled you. “Where I landed!”

“Loki! You don’t know your way around here at all! It was dark and rainy last night, so how do you expect to find it?” you slowly got to your feet and put your hands on your hips. 

“There was a street sign nearby. S. Salina street! I’ll know what it looks like,” Loki promised, grabbing your hand and dragging you toward the door. “Quickly!” 

“Oh my god,” you said, your breath quickening, your anxiety beginning to rush upon you. “Please slow down before I pass out. This is all so much!” 

You sat back down again, this time on the barstool closest to you. Laying your head on the island, you let out the smallest, lowest moan of frustration. “This couldn’t have been a normal day…”

You didn’t expect to feel Loki’s large, cool hand on your shoulder. You could feel his skin through your flimsy cami top, and it only took a moment before you began to calm. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have assumed that people here move with the frequent urgency they do where I come from.”  

The tempest waters slowly receded. You turned around, craning your neck to look up at him. You were suddenly conscious of how much of a train wreck you must’ve appeared. You’d never gotten out of the leggings you wore to bed…the leggings with the two gaping holes in the inner thigh seams. 

You quickly slammed your thighs together, but if Loki noticed, he was a true Prince about it and didn’t say a word. Instead, he wiped a small piece of hair from your eye. “Have I made you ill?”

“No! Err…” 

A moment of frightening silence passed as the pair of you stood and sat where you were, simply observing one another as two creatures from different planes learning all they could about each other.

Meanwhile it wasn’t helping your blood pressure as you were still having difficulty absorbing the fact that you were staring into the literal face of your teenage sexual awakening. Surely he wasn’t looking at you the same way, but his studious eyes with pounding urgency behind them were taking you in regardless. You felt vulnerable…vulnerable and turned on like a seat warmer in January. 

Finally, you couldn’t stand it anymore, and you broke the silence. “If you really think you know where on that street it is, I’m calling a cab.” 

On your way out the door, you dug into Joey’s jean jacket pocket, just knowing you’d find treasure. Indeed, it only took a moment before you found his tip wallet, and pulled out several tens and twenties before replacing it. Thank god you finished your shift last night, jerk. 

You didn’t bother waiting for Loki to ask before saying, “Don’t worry, he owes me way more than that.” 

The rainstorm had receded, but the after effects were worse. 

The heat of the waning spring was thick in the air this afternoon, the sun hanging high and dry over the city with not even a wisp of cirrus obscuring it. Humidity radiated off the concrete streets and sidewalks, turning the pavement into a massive stovetop. Luckily, Joey and Loki shared a shoe size (in spite of his diminutive height, he had a larger bone structure that led to large hands and feet). A few buildings over, near one of the corners, a small group of kids had managed to crack open an old fire hydrant and were running under the makeshift water fountain, ignoring the hollers of the angry adults scolding them. It had to be ninety degrees with the heat index, which was hot for this time of year, with summer inbound but still another ten days away. 

Sadly, shoe size was the ONLY size Loki and Joey had in common, and the God was forced to wear the smelly castoffs from the police station the night before. You counted the bounty you’d stolen from your brother as you waited for the cab. “I think we have enough to get you something from the Salvation Army while we’re out. It won’t be pretty, but at least it’ll be clean…and not so full of holes and stains!”

“The Army! That’s what I need!” Loki shot back, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Sweet Jesus, Loki, I still have so much to teach you.” 

You asked the cabbie to drive low and slow as you drove about the city, down to the south end on the other side of the highway divide. Once there, you were surprised by how quickly it took for Loki to shout “Stop! Stop the car!” 

The cabbie did as he was told, and you threw two twenties at him. No need to force him to linger, especially when you had other places to go within walking distance. 

Loki pulled you along by the wrist as he maneuvered down the familiar street. 

 “There! That’s where I awoke!” 

He ducked into an alleyway, lined high along each side with filled trash bags, loaded dumpsters, and wet, crumbling cardboard boxes. Immediately, he turned to the west wall and began looking down at the ground, as if he was just going to find this stone lying on the ground. 

“Hey, I got bad news for you, Loki,” you whispered, “if this stone was shiny and bright like the one in the movies…it probably wouldn’t last very long just out in the open in a neighborhood like this.” 

He didn’t listen, but as the minutes passed, he realized that you were right. The stone was absolutely and undeniably not in the alley. Someone had made off with it. 

“The old man with the…territorial streak,” he mumbled to himself, recalling the first face he’d seen when he arrived in Syracuse. 

Before you could ask what he meant, you were cut off by the sound of laughter from across the road. 

“Oooh look, Naked Loki’s back! In clothes!” shouted Di, whooping gleefully from the same deck as she’d been last night. “Thank the Lord! Hi, Naked Loki!” she cheered as she waved vigorously in your direction. 

“I think he was better off when he wasn’t wearing anything!” giggled her roommate.

“Hello, ladies,” Loki said briefly, waving sheepishly and tipping a non-existent hat to them without moving closer. “May I inquire something of you?”

Di and her roommate laughed again, and Di primped her hair. “Well, I’ll see what I can be inquired of.” She laced her reply with a British accent that would’ve made Dick Van Dyke shake his head in shame. The sass more than made up for it. You nearly lost your mind in sudden laughter. 

“The crazy man who shouted at me from this alley last night--”

“--Abe?”

“Yes! Abe! Exactly! Abe!” Loki snapped to full attention, a positive bounce in his step as he finally moved in on his new friends. You followed behind him slowly, stepping back to let a car pass first. “Do you know what Abe does with things he finds? Shiny things? Does he stash them somewhere or sell them?”

“Shiny things, like what?” asked Di. 

Loki tried to get her to understand. “Like an emerald, perhaps?”

Di shrugged. “I know he’s got some kind of relationship with Kit at the pawn shop near Gannon’s. I guess he’d go there to sell. Dunno if he does, though.” 

“Thank you, my Lady,” said Loki graciously, thinking nothing of taking the woman’s hand in his and laying a brief kiss on it. 

“Woo! Come on back anytime, Naked Loki!” she squealed. 

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[joesheistyy]

Stargazing

The summer was your favorite time of year. The tans, swimming, drinks, all of it.

You and Joe had just had your pool and porch space renovated. So much time had been spent out there between the two of you. In the renovation, you made sure to have a ledge for those cool white pool chairs that are partially in the water. You also made sure to get one of those large round seats for summertime cuddles. A fire pit was also put on the porch to help keep the mosquitoes away.

You loved a good shirtless Joe moment, and the new pool really provided plenty of those moments. You also loved to spend your time floating or reading on the fun chairs while you tanned. And Joe certainly loved to watch from close up or afar.

"How about grilling out tonight?" Joe questioned as he swam up from the deep end to you reading.

"That sounds good baby, do we have all the stuff we need?" you asked, trying to mentally picture the fridge and pantry.

"I think so, I'll check here when I get out," Joe said, moving to sit in a chair next to you. You set your book aside, closing your eyes for a little bit and enjoying the early evening sun.

Joe got out after 10 minuets of sitting in silence, heading into the house to check the fridge and surprise you with an early evening drink. He picked out a hard seltzer for you, bringing it out in your favorite coozie.

"Oh thank you Joey," you said, surprised, smiling at him. You grabbed your towel to dry off and head toward the porch. Joe loved to tag team dinner especially when grilling out. He'd tackle the main course while you worked on the sides.

Joe fired up the grill as you continued to air dry. You admired him in his swim trunks. He caught you staring and walked over to pull you up and into a hug before walking inside.

You followed him in, ready to get started on the sides. You wanted watermelon, but that was a cutting job for Joe. You always joked that you lacked the muscled for it.

After Joe cut the watermelon, he began to work on doctoring up the steaks. Getting them prepped for the grill.

You continued working on the sides, mac and cheese and roasted asparagus. Joe was going back and forth between the grill outside and the kitchen.

After dinner had been set out, you two constructed your plates and headed out to the screened in porch to munch. Joe turned on the TV out there and chose Tom and Jerry to watch. You two sat close, but not too close. You continued to eat in peace as Joe watched TV and you looked around outside, watching the sunset.

“Watchu lookin at?” Joe asked while tapping your leg.

“Just lookin at the sunset,” you replied, leaning down to put your empty plate on the table. Joe followed your actions, then opened his arms for you to snuggle in.

“Cmon babe, let’s go to the egg chair so we can watch the sunset,” Joe suggested, grabbing your hand as you grabbed your drink.

The two of you walked toward the egg chair, Joe picking out a blanket from the basket of the screened in porch.

When getting to the chair, you set your drink aside and followed behind Joe as he snuggled into the chair. You nuzzled into his chest, settling in a way that you could look up at the sky.

“This was a good idea Joey,” you mumbled, looking up at the sky.

“I think so too, y/n,” he replied, kissing your head.

You two laid in silence, watching the stars shine in the sky. You tried not to fall asleep, but the cool summer breeze and the pattering of Joe’s heart lulled you to a peaceful slumber. Later, Joe followed.

——

This isn’t my best work, I’m sorry y’all 🥲

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[99problemsandallofthemarefandoms]

Puppyshipping ramblings

I like to imagine that Kaiba's need to slap his name on everything would translate to a relationship. Not outwardly possessive (cause like who could he lose to when he is rich, hot and a genius) but instead unconsciously protective.

So he would just end up dressing Joey in Kaiba corp t-shirts or he would buy "himself" hoodies and Joey would appropriate them. I love when one person is a clothes thief. I just imagine Joey grabbing something from a drawer and throwing it on not caring as long as it fits. Kaiba can do nothing to stop him nor would he want to. (He will not admit how cute Joey looks)

Matching accessories when they go out and dress fancy cause Joey insists on going with Kaiba to some of his fancy business parties (a. just cause he is spoiled for attention b. the food is really good) which surprisingly the snooty business people find Joey amusing. Partially cause he has bard level charisma and he cleans up well while trying his best so Kaiba will bring him to more.

Instead of a necklace I think it would be cute if he got Joey a keychain that matched his and Mokuba's. He never says anything about the significance but Joey thinks its so cute and sweet then spends the rest of the week showing it off.

I love possessiveness but honestly Kaiba is too confident for that. Joey could be but I think his whole emotional development from the early chapters would have him put a big deal of trust in Kaiba to not worry about the masses throwing themselves at Kaiba. Plus with Kaiba's attitude to people he is not interested in is a big confidence boost when he can easily get the oh so important business man's attention without having to schedule a meeting. (Ok Joey can just walk in but since he had been granted VIP privileges at KC after an incident with some rookie guards he tends to schedule ahead just cause he is a good BF.)

Secretary has Joey on speed dial for Kaiba's bad days when he gets in the mood to start firing people. Kaiba wouldn't really cause that's a loss in man power and it takes too much time to vet employees but those bad days make the other workers stressed.

(I still can not find the damned fic that put this idea in my head) Kaiba starts collecting Red-eyes merch to match the Blue-eyes merch. Its starting to bug him not all of the statuettes have a matching counter part. (Joey finds this super fucking sweet. Since there is not enough Red-eyes merch he arranged the few Kaiba did find to have at lest 3 Blue-eyes around each one. Joey finds it hilarious that Red-eyes has a haram. Kaiba refuses to comment the new arrangement.)

I stan Joey being able to cook. Nothing too fancy but its good. I imagine its from having to take care of himself and working odd jobs some of which landed him in a kitchen or two. Also from these jobs he has a random amalgamation of knowledge. Nothing like any fancy computer stuff but he knows how to take care of a garden, could build you porch and the like.

#puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #kaijou

[cheemscakecat]

Um.. No?

So someone wrote a Dadspy fic where Scout knew the entire time and he’s indifferent to the reveal. There were big two things that didn’t feel right to me though.

Scout passive aggressively ignoring and avoiding Sniper after he died in the hallway in comic #6.

For those that don’t want to read this other post of mine, I went over what happened to Sniper in the comics and how that mighta affected Spy wanting to disguise as Tom Jones.

Now Scout wouldn’t think about the fact that Spy saw what happened, but he would eventually be pulled aside by Demoman or somebody and told about Sniper’s situation. Especially if he and Spy had a falling out.

So I can’t imagine him ghosting the poor guy to break off their friendship.

2. This:

“He keeps acting like he always did with Spy. The sick satisfaction he gets every time Spy follows him cloaked and takes a bullet for him in battle, tries to give him little gifts or start conversations only to get rejected with that poker face sliding over his features was thrilling.

But it got boring pretty quickly. Unfortunately, Spy didn’t leave him alone even after he yelled at him to go be useful for once and ****ing creep around the other Scout if he wanted to play follow-the-leader so bad.”

What do you mean you enjoy reaping the benefits of your father taking bullets for you, then rejecting his attempts to do right by you?!

It’s one thing if Scout doesn’t know the extent of how much Spy tries to help him, like protecting him from Joey Murders when his arms were broken in prison. I can see him forgetting the better deeds of his father in the timelines where he didn’t know the truth.

It’s totally different if he knew the whole time, saw Spy putting his life on the line for him over and over, and knew that Spy wasn’t using those deeds to try to force father-son reconciliation.

Like, he did not do all of that expecting Scout to just forget being left behind and let bygones be bygones; he did it because he loves his son. He doesn’t bring any of that up when finally revealing the truth to his son, and he’s left in speechless horror and remorse when he finds out how long Scout knew. So it’s really evil and nasty to take pleasure in hurting him like Jeremy’s been doing.

“Sniper shifts uncomfortably and looks off to the side, most likely to a cloaked Spy. ‘Nah, mate. Just about the… father… thing.’

Scout drops his stuff in his locker. ‘Huh? What about it?’ Of course he knows. Scout isn’t dumb. He sees the way Spy looks more and more disheveled each day, eating less and less, staring at Scout more and more.

Scout thinks it because he is at that age that he would start nagging his family to visit more if he had a normal life. If he had stayed. But he didn’t, so he doesn’t have one to nag. Not outside the base and certainly not inside it. Maybe it finally dawned on him that his only child knows him at a coworker level and wants to keep it that way. That the night he spent with his Ma practically doesn’t mean anything to anyone, not even Scout’s Ma, but him.”

Scout, how do you know that your parents weren’t in a relationship for a few years? You figured out Spy was your dad when you somehow recognized him at 16 in a random diner, so Ma had to have kept a picture or something like that. Ask yourself, would she do that for a random guy that she knew for one night? And would she keep that if he meant nothing to her?

… And he’s really gonna just sit there and watch Spy go into a depression or worse with no remorse. Refusing to go talk to him knowing he’s standing next to Sniper, knowing he’s losing weight in a dangerous way.

That’s not indifference, that’s called hate.

Me personally, I think Scout’s the type to say something really harsh and hateful, but not actually mean it; and that he’d feel remorse for it later. Not prey on Spy’s downfall like he did in this fic. Respectfully.

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[joekeeryswife]

Hello<33 first of i wanted to say i love your Writing (especially Joseph as a Dad). I had an Idea but i hope i can explain it good: Reader and Joseph are dating and already moved together. Reader found out she‘s pregnant but before she could tell him they got into a horrible Fight breaking up without her telling him she‘s pregnant. Then after 3 years he pulls himself together and visits you and suddenly sees a little Girl. And when he realize it‘s his Daughter he tries his Best to be there for her. So he stays over a Few Months and you two get closer again. Slowly both of you teach your Daughter that he is her daddy and they are like super cute together. If you don‘t want/can‘t write this it‘s fine! Have a Great Night/Day idk <3

“you left me!” - J.Q

probably has a lot of mistakes but thank you for requesting! i hope this was okay, enjoy <3

you and Joseph had been together for years. you'd travelled together, made memories you had only dreamed of and you had even bought your own house last year. you'd even recently found out you were pregnant with your first baby together which you couldn't be more happy about. however, Joseph had started to drift from you. you didn't know why, you didn't think you had done anything wrong so why was he distancing himself from you? you wanted to bring it up but with him being distant you didn't want to make anything worse. Joseph had been at work and hadn't gotten back till late.

you decided maybe it would be a good idea to talk to him over breakfast. you made pancakes, bacon, sausages and eggs. you made a plate for yourself then made one for Joseph, waiting for him to finally get up. what you didn't know was Joseph was in the worst mood, well, the worst one you'd ever seen. he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, his face turned sour as he saw you. "morning sweetheart. i made breakfast" you smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder which he shrugged off, making your smile face slowly.

"thanks" he said, taking the plate then walking away from you, leaving you standing alone in the kitchen. what have you done? you followed him into the dining room where he was sat eating alone. "what is your issue Joey? have i done something?" you said, standing there with your arms crossed. he scoffed and carried on eating, ignoring you completely. "Joseph. i'm talking to you. what's the matter?" you said again, hoping he would tell you what the matter was.

it was silent again, before he stood up, angrily, making the chair fling backward behind him. "why can't you just fuck off y/n? i'm sick of your whining" he shouted, making you flinch. "what? Joseph, i just wanna know what's wrong-" you started before he cut you off. "fuck sake y/n. i'm just sick of you, i'm sick of this house, i'm sick of this relationship. i'm done. i'm honestly done. whatever we had, is gone." he screamed, making your eyes fill with tears. "Joseph what. i didn't do anything-" you said, a tear falling down your face. he walked past you, brushing his shoulder harshly against yours, making you fall to the floor.

you hissed as you landed on your ankle wrong. you heard crashing and other noises coming from upstairs and the next thing you knew Joseph was downstairs with a suitcase in hand. he walked past you, ignoring your pleads and protests. "Joseph, where are you going? why can't we just talk about this?" you shouted after him, hoping he would listen to you. this argument started over nothing and now he was leaving you.

"y/n. stop. i'm done. our relationship is over. i'll be here tomorrow to collect the rest of my stuff, actually you know what, doesn't matter, i'll leave it" he said, walking out the door, slamming it behind him. "i'm pregnant" you whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear you.

your tears that filled your eyes began to fall, now knowing you'd have to raise this baby all on your own. you hadn't done anything for him to leave, scared to say anything incase he left and yet here you were with him gone anyway. you walked to the sofa, curling your knees to your chest as you sobbed. you'd hoped he would finally walk through that door, apologising and realising that he made a mistake but he didn't. he never did.

-time skip-

it had been three years since you last saw Joseph and to say you didn't struggle was a lie. you'd never struggled with something more. you went through your pregnancy without him, your friends and family helping you during it and after. your daughter, Poppy, had been the best thing that ever came into your life. she was funny, smart, caring and such a polite little girl. she always used her manners, she was never rude to another person and if there was one thing you were most proud of it was her kindness.

it was a quiet Sunday night and you were about to put Poppy to bed. she'd just had a bath and you were making her a drink before she went to bed when the doorbell rang. you still lived in the house you and Joseph bought years ago. you hadn't had the heart to pack up everything and leave when this was one of the only places you knew and you also loved your house. "P, sweetheart, could you please get that for me?" you shouted out to her from the kitchen. she was sat in the living room doing some colouring. "okay mama" she shouted back, standing up, leaving her colouring book open on the coffee table.

she reached up to the doorknob and opened to door carefully. she saw a man she'd never seen before standing there with his hands in his pockets. "hello" she said shyly, her hand going to her mouth as she tried to cover the light blush that covered her cheeks. one thing about Poppy was she didn't like to speak to strangers and she was hoping it would be someone she knew. "uhh hi. is uhh, does y/n still live here?" he asked, looking at the door number to check if he got the right house, he was shocked to see a toddler answer the door. the little girl had big dark brown eyes, curly brown hair and looked like the spitting image of him. he was utterly confused.

"mama" she shouted, you heard her from the kitchen and left her drink by the sink, walking towards the front door. "who is it love?-" you asked, not seeing who it was before you got to her door. Joseph was standing there. the man you'd hoped to come back years ago was here right in front of you. "hi y/n" Joseph said, his hand going the scratch the back of his neck. "wait here" you said quickly before closing the door, leaving him standing there in shock. why all of a sudden did he decided to come back? after all those years away when he could have, why now? you took ahold of Poppy's hand and walked to the kitchen before walking with her to her bedroom.

"mama who was that man?" she asked as you pulled her bed covers back, allowing her to climb into her bed. she laid down and you tucked her in before giving her a kiss on her forehead. you also switched on her nightlight which she couldn't sleep without. "no one sweetheart, i'll see you in the morning, i love you" you said, hearing her whisper a small 'i love you too' before you walked out of her bedroom and closed the door before rushing down the stairs.

you opened the front door and saw Joseph still stood there. "what the fuck are you doing here?" you asked, anger laced in your tone. the three years of built up anger finally being released. "look, i know i'm the last person you wanna see but-" you cut him off, you had never been more angry in your whole life. "how dare you show up at my house three years later, acting like nothing happened. you have no right to be here after what you did to me" you said, your eyes filling with angry tears as you spoke. he looked at you with a guilty expression on his face, he hated the fact that he caused this but he'd only just built up the courage to come and see you.

"y/n please. i just want to talk to you" he said, his eyes meeting yours. your lip quivered before you moved to the side, letting him into the house. he took notice of all the things that had changed. you had changed the colour of the entrance from white to a beige colour and there was photos of you and your family scattered around. the one that caught his eye was the one of you in the hospital bed, a baby in your arms. the little girl he met earlier was no doubt the baby in the photo. you walked to the living room and watched as he sat down on the sofa. you quickly cleared away Poppy's colouring things before turning to him.

"what are you really doing here Joseph?" you asked, embarrassed at the thought of him now being here.

"y/n. i really didn't mean to hurt you. you have to understand i left-" you'd heard enough. he was just going to give you 50 excuses and you weren't here for it, he left you all by yourself to raise a child. granted, he didn't know, however, he had absolutely no right to talk to you the way he did and leave you by yourself without an explanation. "you left me by myself Joseph. you just shouted at me and left. what kind of a person does that?" you said, anger rising more in you as your tears angry tears began to fall.

"and how dare you come here three years later and act like everything is okay. now as i said before, why are you really here?" you said, embarrassed that he's made you cry, again. "y/n, i left because i was scared." he said, looking down at his interlocked hands. he was scared. scared of commitment, scared he'd hurt you, scared someone else would hurt you. "i know it's not an excuse but i'm here now and i'm better. i want us to work-" he said, making you scoff through your tears. "you left me!" you shouted, finally getting it out. you let your head fall into your hands as you sobbed.

Joseph watched you sob, feeling guilt eat him alive. he stood up from the sofa and walked steadily towards you, not scared anymore. he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you as you sobbed. you couldn't even fight back, you just let yourself melt into him as he hugged you tightly. "you left me" you whispered, tears still falling down your cheeks. "i know sweetheart, i know" he said, kissing your temple. that nickname. that stupid nickname. he always called you that and the fact that he's saying it now is making your feelings go crazy.

you missed him. you missed him so much. you wished he came back and was with you throughout your pregnancy. you wished he was there for the birthdays. you just wished he came back sooner. "i'm so sorry y/n i really am. i shouldn't of left you" he said, pulling your face to look at him. "i was pregnant Joe" you whispered, sadness taking over you as you remembered everything you went through alone. his eyes widen and his heart dropped. he left you whilst you were pregnant and he had no idea.

"what? y/n are you serious?" he asked, hoping he heard correctly. you nodded your head and looked down. "i'm so sorry. i really am. i'm sorry it's taken me this long to come back." he said, taking your face into his hands, making you keep eye contact. "is that my daughter upstairs?" he whispered, watching you nod your head. his breathing stuttered as you nodded. he had a daughter. his own blood. "whats her name?" he asked, watching you slip out a small 'Poppy' before his sorrows increased.

“oh y/n i’m so so sorry. i shouldn’t of left you. i’m sorry i didn’t come back sooner. i’m sorry i missed out on so much. i’m so sorry i left you. i really am” he said, stroking your cheeks. you nodded understanding. you knew there was no point in arguing anymore, it wouldn’t take back the past. what was done was done and there was nothing you could do about it. “i want to be in her life. i know it may not happen straight away but i want to. i want to be her father” he said, looking into your eyes. you knew he was serious.

“we can’t do it right away. she needs time to adjust. she’s very shy Joseph. do you think you could come back tomorrow?” you asked, sleep just wanting to take over your body. he nodded his head, understanding you also needed time. he let go of you, and kissed your cheek. “i’ll see you in the morning” he muttered, leaving you stood in the living room. you’d want nothing more than your family to get back together but what if it happened again? what if he left you alone again.

-time skip-

for the next few months, you finally started letting Joseph come over more often and migrate back into the family. he would come over every morning to see Poppy and you and you would both act like you were a family. you decided to tell Poppy that Joseph was her dad after her knowing him for a month. it was better than keeping it from her for even longer. Joseph would

even sometimes stay over and spend time with you. your feelings for him increasing again.

you woke up, hearing giggles coming from the kitchen as the smell of pancakes filtered through the house. you walked down the stairs, seeing Joseph covered in pancake batter and Poppy laughing, the hardest you’d ever seen her laugh. “daddy you are funny” she said, squealing when he kissed her on the cheek, covering her face in the batter. “what is going on here?” you joked, acting stern. they turned to you, anxious expressions on both of their faces.

“how dare you have a pancake batter fight with out me” you said, smiling at the both of them. Poppy giggled at you and watched as you walked to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “mama daddy made pancakes” she said, wrapping her arms around you. “thank you” you said, kissing her cheek again. you helped her to get down off of the kitchen island and watched as she walked to the dining room. Joseph was wiping off the pancake batter off of him and looked at you.

“sorry for making a mess” he said, making you smile at him. “it’s fine, i was only joking” you replied, using your thumb to wipe off the bit of missed batter by his lip. “‘missed this” he said, holding you by the waist. “i missed it too” you said, leaning in to kiss him. “i’m so glad our family is back together” he said, kissing your lips a few more times. “me too” you replied, kissing him again. you’d finally got your family back and you’d never been happier.

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[icallhimjoey]

Moving Up

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

part one - part two Summary: Joe's had enough of living with a flatmate, but doesn't leap at the chance to move in with you when you ask. What a dick. It makes you spiral into doom-thoughts until you puzzle together what's actually going on.

CW / disclaimer: angst, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, mention of childhood trauma, bad relationship with your mother

Author’s note: idk his flatmate's name, so he's just "flatmate". Joey cries in this, but only a little, and it's 50% because he's just very tired, so don't let it tug at your heart strings too much. 

Wordcount: 4k

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You weren’t exactly sure how moments ago you’d felt giddy excitement over the idea, because right now, your blood was boiling. If you were a cartoon, hot air would’ve escaped your ears. 

The morning had started peaceful enough; you had breakfast together, Joe had checked on his hungover flatmate, who was still unconscious but very much alive, which was good, and Joe had mentioned wanting to move out. 

It was all great fun, sharing London-rent with someone, but he had motioned in the general direction of his flatmate and said he was kind of done with this type of shit. 

You weren’t sure if Joe was actively hinting at you to welcome him into your home, but it’s exactly what you did. It wasn’t until you saw hesitance in your boyfriend that you regretted bringing it up at all. 

Of course, Joe would be his sensible self, thinking over pros and cons of moving in with you, and you knew what you were like. 

That list would hold so very many cons. 

Joe probably would say something like he didn’t think it’d be smart. But Joe stayed silent instead, and your mind had wandered off to a time when you’d mentioned moving in together before. 

You just liked his company and you’d shown Joe an empty dresser to convince him it wouldn’t be an issue. When Joe asked what you’d done to all your things, you had shrugged and replied, “Oxfam.”. 

“Please tell me you’re joking...”

But you hadn't been. 

“You donated all your clothes?”

“Not all of them. Just what was in this dresser.”

“Five drawers worth of clothes?!” 

You didn’t think it was a big deal. Sure, it had been a little annoying when you realised you only had three pairs of socks left, and you’d also donated a dress you’d borrowed from a friend. 

But it had been fine. 

Joe had taken you shopping to fill it back up with new items. And he’d gotten a flat. With a flatmate. And that had been fine too.

Joe was quiet for too long, and he wasn’t making direct eye contact. 

“Honestly, move in with me.” Your voice was kind, but matter-of-factly, almost as if you’re daring him to it. 

“We practically live together anyways, I’m not married to any of my things, we can redecorate, make room for your stuff,” you listed off things using your fingers, but your mind kind of stuck to the word married. 

You’d been very adamant about not really believing in marriage, not wanting to ever get married, for several reasons. Was that why Joe was holding off living together? Because there’d be no big future milestone of a marriage? That thought scared you a little, and Joe noticed the subtle change in your face. 

“We really could live together,” he leant forward, elbows on the table, hands moving in front of his face as he rubbed his palms together so you couldn't fully read him. 

“Well then, what’s the problem?” you asked, getting straight to the point. There was no use in wondering and digging yourself holes you couldn’t think yourself out of. 

Joe was silent for a second, and you filled in the blanks even though you knew you really shouldn’t. 

Joe’s afraid to tell me he wants to get married and have children with someone. 

Suddenly you knew it. 

You convinced yourself you could feel it in your bones. You couldn’t feel it in your bones, but thinking it was enough for your brain to set it in stone. 

“Is it because I don’t want to get married and have children with you?” you blurted it out, words falling onto the table and remaining there for Joe to stare at. 

“In general. I don’t want to, with anyone.” You added quickly, clarifying yourself. 

This couldn’t be news to Joe; these were things mentioned before in conversations with friends, with family, but it was the first time you asked Joe directly if this was going to be a problem. 

But Joe wasn’t being open, instead very actively holding back, and you hated it. 

“What is it, Joey?” 

Joe leant back in his chair as he let his fingers loosely hold a knife that pushed left-over bits of breakfast around on his plate. 

“I know what you don’t want,” 

His face didn’t give anything away. 

“And you know I think you’d make a great mother regardless.” 

A compliment that means nothing to you. You think anyone could make a great mother if they decided to try their best at it. 

Joe’s eyes met yours, and they looked at you with softness and kindness, and then, he said exactly the wrong words that shot hot anger directly into your veins. 

Joe expertly links your choice to not want to have children of your own to childhood trauma. To your relationship with your mother. 

An assumption you find offensive and completely unfair of him to make, disregarding your interests and wishes for your future. As if you hadn’t thought things over carefully, but had instead let someone else decide this for you which wasn’t the case at all. 

“What the fuck does my mother have to do with this?!” 

Joe thought he’d struck a chord, something you weren’t willing to face at the minute, and immediately started backtracking. 

“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.” 

It’s too late, his apology meaningless. 

“But it is what you meant or you wouldn't have said it!” you raised your voice and squared up for a fight. 

Getting to understand your family dynamics had taken Joe some time. Joe’s own parents had divorced when he was only young, but both had found new families, granting him half-siblings and twice the amount of affection. 

Sure, he felt like sometimes he needed to fight for attention, but knowing it’s what ultimately lead him onto his career path, he was thankful too in a way. 

Your parents had also divorced, but you’d already been in your twenties when they decided to call it off. Divorce had felt like sweet relief to you, because it meant that you wouldn’t be forced to spend so much time with your mother anymore. 

There’d been times in your childhood where your mother had decided she needed to put herself first, taking drastic measures and disappearing for weeks on end. 

Sometimes months. 

It had left you forced to fetch for yourself and often times for your sisters too. You were the eldest and felt responsibility you later concluded no child should ever have to feel. But your dad would always be so proud when he’d come home from work and your sisters would be fed, washed and asleep and there was food waiting for him. You knew he worked hard, making long hours, taking extra shifts, just to make sure that you kept a roof over your heads. And so your chest would fill with pride when he’d eat the food you cooked and it would make up for your mother not being there. 

It had left you a funny adult; independent, capable and strong, but childlike and insecure too. 

Joe was no therapist, and you didn’t particularly like talking about it, but he’d been around long enough to connect at least some dots. 

“Why the fuck would I think I’m like my mother?!” 

“You’re not-” 

“I am nothing like her; in any way, so obviously, if I were to have a baby – which I won’t because I get to decide that for myself – I wouldn’t fucking be like her then either!” you weren’t quite shouting, but you were being loud enough for Joe to shoot eyes in the direction of his flatmate’s bedroom. 

You decided it’s the wrong thing for him to look at, but honestly, he could’ve looked in any direction and it would’ve added to your anger. 

Joe had met your mum too, of course. 

And at first, he hadn’t understood your disdain. 

Your mother seemed a kind woman. She would joke with you as she poured Joe another glass of wine after dinner at her house. And you would seem to enjoy spending time with her, chatting about whatever, racking up anecdote after anecdote. But on your way out, you’d sigh and lean into him, relieved to be out of her presence. You’d seek for comfort in Joe, and would comment on not having to go through that again for another month or two. 

Joe noticed subtle differences in you when you’d be around your father. There’d be no expectations on his end, and you’d be more content. It was hidden in little things like you sitting down at the dinner table with your mother, creating a table-width of distance between the two of you, your contact more formal. With your dad, you’d plop down right next to your dad on the sofa, legs touching, hugging as you’d say hi to each other. 

With your dad there was space for banter and debate, and with your mother, there was literal space - so much space, between the two of you. 

Joe had noticed it in your sisters too. He knew then that you played pretend around your mother and got to be your true selves around your father. 

“That woman has nothing to do with choices I make! Full stop!” 

You finished it, not wanting Joe to comment on it further. 

There was a short silence. 

You didn’t want kids because you didn’t want kids. Raising a child? Having it just be in your house all day every day, touching your things? Carrying responsibility for a whole other person? Spending your own earned money on it? Absolutely not your idea of fun. 

Why did Joe have to bring your mother into this? 

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now.” Joe tried, his voice slightly hushed. He wasn’t in for a fight, didn’t want to match your firey energy. He had meetings to head to in a little bit, and had a hungover flatmate who was still asleep, and so he wanted to push the issue aside. 

Park this car for now. 

Start it back up later. 

“We won’t talk about it later either.” You decided and left the room.

Getting dressed in Joe’s bedroom with the door closed – because flatmate, not because angry but also, a little because angry – you realised that the feeling that overtook you inside of your chest was sadness. 

Sad. 

Joe pausing this conversation meant that now the topic lingered, and so now you just got to be sad all day. 

Because this was all you were going to be thinking about. 

But you’d talk later. 

So, you burried yourself in thought – a space where you didn’t usually thrive if you were honest with yourself. It was nothing but anger, frustration, doubt and guilt up in there.

Ugh.

What was wrong with you?

You knew the issue.

Felt it deep within the pit of your stomach.

You were afraid you were wasting Joe’s time. You might just have selfishly snooped precious years from his twenties. Years he could have had with someone else who could give him the mundane family life that he was after. Was that even what he was after? Shit you weren’t even sure what he was after – Joe hadn’t been clear about his wants and needs at all. He hadn’t agreed with you or denied your accusations. If Joe was after a happy calm structured home-life with a wife and kids and pets, with bake sales, school runs and after-school-activities – it wasn’t what you were going to be giving him. 

Able to? Sure. 

Wanting to? Nope. 

When Joe headed out, off to work, he found you to say goodbye. You pecked on the mouth, a chaste little kiss followed by a smile. It was fake, and you didn’t like it, but agreed that for now it was nicer to pretend it was all rainbows and butterflies and not threatening dark skies rumbling with thunder.

And then now, here you were.

Already dark outside, late enough for you to be in bed already, but sat on the sofa in silence instead, the air in the room thick and barren. 

Not speaking.

Because speaking meant more possibly arguing.

Joe had come ‘round to your place after dinner, and you had both busied yourself - Joe finding laundry around your apartment and collecting it into a hamper, and you rummaging through piles of documents on your desk. You were painfully aware that you were keeping yourself busy with this seemingly aimless task just because talking to your boyfriend didn’t feel like it was an option. 

Joe had said sorry. That should’ve ended it. 

But it hadn’t. 

Because you still didn’t know why Joe had started talking to you about moving out of his flat and hadn’t been clear on his hesitations of moving in with you. And it felt like this might be the beginning of the end. Your foundation was suddenly scarily shaky where it had felt rock solid before. It wasn’t real yet because it hadn’t been said aloud, so in turn you kept your hands busy and didn’t speak.    And then, Joe had told you he had an early wakeup call the next morning, so he’d sleep at his place tonight. Would just be easier. The convenience to escape each other for the night should logically bring relief, but it felt awful. It flung more doubt into your brain; maybe you were just a couple that needed to be able to escape each other whenever the situation arose. The thought of grouping yourself in with couples who slept in separate bedrooms made you shudder. You wanted Joe gone, but also there still, neither wolf inside you winning the battle.   But when Joe left, it was very clear which wolf you willed to win- you really wanted Joe there still.   And so you texted your boyfriend a heart emoji followed by a question mark just moments after he had closed the front door behind him. The simplest way of asking a dangerous question; do you still love me? It took all of three minutes for him to walk back in. 

But you didn’t know what to say. 

And neither did he. 

So after just looking at each other for a couple of seconds, Joe had sat down on your sofa and had started taking his shoes off. 

He was staying the night.   An hour and a half later, there you were. Tired, sat on your sofa, just listening to each other’s breathing.

Not speaking.

Not arguing.   If you were honest the thought of heading out to visit a friend had crossed your mind more than once over the past 90 minutes. You’d complain about Joe and they’d pass you a cocktail and then they’d validate you without question, not even knowing the full story. However more so than validation, you needed comfort right now. And Joey was your Comfort Person™. 

So. 

You sat, and you touched, and stared into nothingness, and it was silent, and you were tired.   Joe’s legs were stretched out in front of you, feet crossed on your coffee table, one ankle resting on the other. To an outsider, he looked relaxed, but you could feel the tension in his body, ribcage flared, fingers fidgeting. 

Your knees were high in front of you, feet on the very edge of the sofa, toes toppling over. Joe’s arm wasn’t ‘round your shoulders where it would usually rest. Instead, you were hugging it. Just holding onto it with both of your arms, face squeezed into his bicep letting the full weight of your head rest against it, smelling his skin.   Joe barely moved to look at you, wandering eyes doing the most. 

He needed to scan your face a second, to read your feelings, but he came up blank. 

You were busy staring into space, exhausted eyes, lost in thought but grip unwavering. 

Joe kind of wanted to say something, but words escaped him like they’d done for most of that day.   You could feel his eyes on you and it made you glance up, your eyes bleary and blinking. Joe was looking at his hands as they rubbed together slowly in his lap. 

You know you couldn’t go to bed like this. 

At the same time, there was no way you’d be able to muster up the energy, the nerve, or the vocabulary to fix this.

It didn’t help that you were convinced Joe wouldn’t say what you wanted to hear, anyway. And, if he did? He’d be lying. That would be worse.

You felt weak.

Sleepy.

And Joe was warm.

Smelled nice.   You gave in and closed your eyes for a few seconds.   Seconds easily became minutes.

When you blinked back into consciousness, you noticed it was because you could feel Joe move to sit up. You were unsure if you’d actually slept already, or if you just had lulled in the space between being asleep and awake for a little while. Unsure of how much time had passed, you found it impossible to keep your eyes open for long.

You felt how an arm slipped under your knees, and the arm you’d clung onto pulled itself from your limbs and pushed in between your back and the sofa. You wanted to take control and tell Joe to stop - Joe being sweet to you made your heart flutter, but being sweet was currently the worst thing he could be.

You wanted to move your legs to walk yourself to bed but everything was so much heavier than you anticipated. All you managed was a slight flutter of your eyelids and a hum that left your throat before Joe stood up, hoisting you into his chest.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Joe whispered, using his elbow to open a door and a foot to turn off the light.

Joe carefully lowered you into bed where you found the cool covers. Before Joe’d undressed and made his way over to his side of the bed to lay down next to you, you’d already moved over there. Hogged his space, because even though you were sort of fighting, you still wanted him close. 

Joe got it. Understood. Stepped in and cradled your body close to his. 

You decided that actually, sweet wasn’t the worst thing Joe could be right now, and you were actually craving more of it. 

You sighed deeply, legs, arms and foreheads touching. 

Perfect. 

Let’s postpone everything forever. 

You full-body-relaxed and could feel Joe do the same into the mattress next to you. Sleep was about to overtake you when you decided to open your heavy eyes for just a second to steal a glance at your boyfriend, your faces mere inches away from each other, and you found Joe staring at you.    His face was all emotion; nose slightly red, wet big round eyes, and eyebrows scrunched upwards. 

The sight of it panged in your chest and your face crumbled quickly too. 

Without words shared, Joe hugged you tighter as he fit your head under his and let you cry into the crook of his neck as he sniffled above you. 

Pathetic.

Couple of tired angry people, holding each other as they cried.

You only got a couple of sobs out, your body way too sleepy. You wanted to doze off, wake up to a better morning and leave whatever this looming emotion is in the dark of the night.   “I love you,” Joe whispered into your hair, just needing to let you know. You had asked, after all. By ways of replying, you squeezed whatever body parts your hands were touching before fully drifting off to sleep.   Joe had an early wake up call, and you were awake, but for all intents and purposes, you weren’t. 

Joe’d been up for a minute. You’d heard the shower run, and listened to the sounds of fabric sliding over his skin as he got dressed. But you laid still, eyes closed, the bed too warm and comfy, the smell of Joe lingering on your pillow. 

Then, you felt his hands on your head, fingers stroking down your jaw before a kiss got pressed to your forehead on a deep inhale. 

When his hands lingered, you knew he was just looking at you sleep, taking you in for a minute. 

Why won’t he tell me why he doesn’t want to live with me? 

You hated how that was your first thought.   Joe knew you were awake – you had laid eerily still in the same position for 15 minutes. Unheard of. You weren’t that deep of a sleeper. But he didn’t press it.

“Bye baby,” he whispered, and you felt another kiss on your temple before footsteps left your bedroom, left your hallway, and stepped out the door.  

Your mind felt little clearer that day compared to the day before, and your first cup of coffee had given you an idea. The second it popped into your brain, you knew you had to go and question his flatmate. 

Immediately. 

Joe must have talked to him about moving out, you know, the impact of it quite severe and that. Surely there’d be more information; puzzle pieces you needed in order to fix this stupid issue that you felt had been blown out of proportion. It had made Joe cry. Joe was an easy crier though, especially when tired, but still.   It was a rash decision – like all of yours seemed to be – to fly out the door and rush over to Joe’s apartment, but it was a smart one. You were stood in the middle of the flat, 7:50 am, disheveled, hair a mess, but with important questions.    Joe’s flatmate was unaware of any underlying problems and had just said: “Oh yeah, he’s been looking at houses.” And you swear you could actually feel someone switch on a lightbulb in your head.   Of fucking course. 

This asshole. 

This stupid idiot man-child didn’t want to move into your tiny little one-bedroom (even though it was nice, and it had a little garden, and it was south facing, and it was in a nice area) - this wanker wanted to buy a house.   Had he tried to tell you? 

You weren’t sure. 

Had he been dropping massive hints you were too oblivious to pick up on?

Probably. 

Had your anger ruined a lovely moment yesterday where, if you hadn’t been so mad about a compliment – a fucking compliment, you hate yourself – he would’ve asked you to move in with him? 

Most definitely, you decided.   His flatmate opened a drawer and tossed a couple of folders onto the table.    “He’s been to see these, but I don’t think he liked any of them.” Okay, that’s it. You were going to have to murder yourself. Maybe Joe’s flatmate could help, he had been nice enough to you up until then, surely he’d lend a hand.    “I’m an idiot.” You exclaimed, grabbing your phone from your pocket and opening WhatsApp. You sent Joe a photo of the folders, his flatmate in the background of the snap. 

It only took a couple of seconds for your phone to ring.   “I’m an IDIOT!” you were practically shouting as you answered the phone.    “It was meant to be a surprise!” Joe shouted back, matching the energy.    “You could’ve just said!” the dopamine-rush from hearing Joe’s laugh almost toppled you over.    “But I couldn’t– I got you upset and didn’t want to steamroll over you-”    “Joey, you cried.”  “You were so sad!” You could hear concern in his voice, and your self-hatred grew deeper as you came to understand Joe had spent the whole evening thinking you’d been sulking about his mention of your mother. And he’d been beating himself up over it because he'd never expected the reaction you'd given. 

“I’m fine!” 

“You've got a mortgage."  A flush of realization rushed over you. 

Not only had Joe pondered all night how to make it up to you for getting you upset about a comparison he had made- an unfair one, he agreed. He had also been convinced you might not want to get rid of your apartment. 

It was true, you loved your flat. 

But a shitty one-bedroom or a house? 

With your boyfriend?

"Hey, fuck my mortgage."

That made Joe laugh.

"This needed a careful approach.” 

This man. 

This. 

Man.

“That was you being careful?” Joe could hear the giggle stuck in your throat.

“I tried.” And you could hear him sigh and feel his smile transmit through your phone somehow. 

“Joe cried?” 

Oh. His flatmate snickered. You’d forgotten his flatmate was still there. 

“I thought you didn’t want to move in with me,” you confessed. 

“Oh my God,” Joe whined, dots connecting. 

“You are an idiot.”    part two   

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joey quinn #fanfiction #angst #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #moving up

[rose-riot-johnson]

So based on Yugioh, can you write a oneshot featuring Joey Wheeler going on a date night with a rich girl reader please? You can decide on the places they'd visit but I'd like the theme to have Joey feeling insecure about dating a wealthy and influential reader due to his poor background. What do you think?

I think that would be interesting to write about🤔😃👍I also think it would be a change of pace in a good way😃👍Plus with the plot and Joey Wheeler, I think it would be fun and interesting🤔😁👍

What Do You Truly See In Me? ((Adult) Joey Wheeler x Rich Girl Reader(aka Female Reader))

Genres: Angst and Comfort

Both you and Joey Wheeler have been in a relationship for about a year. While both you and Joey have alot in common, especially dueling. The thing is that Joey has a poor background while you're a wealthy influencer.

A year ago, the first time Joey met you, he admitted about being a huge fan of yours because of (the wealthy influencer career of reader's choice). You felt admired by it. You also became flattered when he ask you out, which you told him yes, then you and Joey exchanged phone numbers with eachother.

One year later, not much has changed, except the fact his feelings of insecurity grew. It's not about another person he's worried about taking you away or anything like that. You always wanted to take care of Joey, especially in a financial way, and even if he doesn't need financial help, you always spoil him with stuff, especially when he's not expecting you to. While he appreciates you doing things for him especially his needs and spoiling him without expecting it, at the same time, as time went he keeps feeling like he's take advantage of you, even tough he hasn't asked much from you.

One day, you noticed he was feeling down, so you decided to surprise him by bringing him to an expensive japanese buffet, since it has plenty of food that he likes, you thought. Once you brought him there as his surprise, he still feels down, while trying to hide it from you, as he pretended that everything is going fine for him. You basically know better, despite of not being aware of his insecurity.

After you and Joey went in the expensive japanese buffet, you and Joey ordered drinks (japanese sodas). As you were about to pay the cashier prior to getting yourself and Joey started to eat, he rushed to pay for both your buffet meal and his buffet meal to risk spending most of his money he has left (if not all of the money he had left). You're happy for him that he did pay for both buffet meals and all, however you're confused and concerned about his behavior as well. So, he decided to wait on himself and you to get the buffet food to have you sit down to wait for him. You then thought up ways to have a serious talk with him.

After Joey brought your food and his food to the table you told him, "Hey, Joey. If you don't mind, I think we need to have a talk. Not just about you feeling down, however it's also about you behavior at the register, prior to the waitress finding a table for us.". Joey knew why you did want to have a talk, however he pretended to be okay by agreeing as he replied, "Okay, (Rich Girl Reader Name).". You then explained in concern, "Well you see Joey, I noticed earlier today you were feeling down, so I thought maybe taking you to the expensive japanese buffet would cheer you up, then I noticed that you paid for both our buffets. I mean it was nice of you to do so, however I'm concerned about you, Joey. I'm starting to be scared that you might be ashamed of me for some reason. Please don't act like you don't know anything. I know you're hiding your emotions and I like to you to be honest with me. Are you ashamed of me or not?".

Joey did start to feel worse about himself, knowing what he did made you feel bad about his own behavior. He then replied, "No, no. That's not true all (Rich Girl Reader Name). I just have been ashamed of myself honestly. Tell me, (Rich Girl Reader's Name)? What did you really see in me?". You were shocked about what he told you by asking, "What do you mean Joey? Are you implying that I only said yes to being in the relationship with you out of pity due to me being wealthy and you're not?". He replied honestly, "That and I feel like I'm taking advantage of you just from you paying for everything for me, despite me not asking you to. I mean I appreciate everything you did and are doing for me and all. It's just that due to my poor background and you're so wealthy, I just feel like I'm a terrible boyfriend for you for you paying for everything, while I never have been able to buy you anything expensive! I just don't know why you stayed despite this, if you're not pitying me! I also have been worrying about one of us or both of us getting insulted due to you being tons richer than me, and then one of these days people will be convincing us to snub eachother, because of this. Why did you never leave me, despite of knowing my poor background, if pitying me isn't the case?!".

You then realized the real reason why he was feeling down, then you went on his side of the table to hug him, as you told him, "I'm sorry you've been feeling insecure about this. If I would have known that I would have found another way to cheer you up and tell you that I still love you and I took you in and stayed by your side, because I find you cute, funny, kind hearted, and all of these amazing qualities you have. I promise, I'm not going out with you out of pitying you over me being more wealthy than you. I'm going out with you, because you're better than all the other guys I met. All other guys did was use me for their own personal gain and (anything else to the reader's imagination). You're different Joey. I told my parents about you and they're convinced that you're using me for my money, and I told them similar as what I'm telling you. You're not taking advantage of me, because you didn't twist my arm (metaphorically), for me to get you anything or even help you, Joey! And you're not like any of the other men I dated! You're better than them, because to me riches don't matter to me! All that matters is that we love eachother, because of I can't marry you or even have you, then I refuse to marry anyone else nor even be with anyone else! I love you for who you are! Not for what we can do for eachother nor out of pity!," you then kissed his forehead. He blushed, then happy tears came down as he said, 'I love you for who you are too, (Rich Girl Reader Name) and with all my heart.". as he hugged you, then proceeded to kiss your forehead back. Both you and Joey Wheeler, then actually started eating together afterwards.

After your date night at the expensive japanese buffet with Joey Wheeler and talking things out with him , your relationship with him has grown stronger for it. Even to the point where he is no longer insecure based on the "wealthy and poor background" relationship. His life (with you), has been much better eversince then.

The End

Okay my Tumblr Peeps I truly hope you enjoy this fanfic with Joey Wheeler and it makes your day😁👍As for you, @princeasimdiya12 , thank you very much for requesting a fanfic for me to write, and I truly hope you enjoy, how I written about this Joey Wheeler fanfic and that this fanfic makes your day, as well😃👍

#joey wheeler #angst #comfort #joey wheeler x reader #joey wheeler x yn #rich girl reader #female reader

[katzell]

Never Have I Ever Finale Thoughts

I sped through the final seasons of Never Have I Ever and, generally, I liked it. Similar to Ted Lasso, I didn't find the storylines as engaging or the stakes as high as previous seasons. However, I appreciated the portrayal of character growth and healthier decisions. It was great to see Devi be in a place to trust her therapist and herself and try to do the work to let go of her anger and be more thoughtful about her relationships with her friends, family, and romantic partners. The show was still at its best when it tackled Devi's relationship with her mother. (I cried.) I loved seeing her grow into a person who would try, in her own teenage way, to look after her mother's feelings and needs.

I do feel like there is a teen show problem with college application and acceptance storylines. Applying to college is the biggest, most stressful, awful thing that takes up a great deal of senior and junior year. It can't be ignored. But man do those plots just drag for anyone who has already been through it. Time and distance really clarify that getting into an ivy league school really has so little bearing on a person's success or happiness. If anything storylines hung up on prestigious brand name universities reproduces classist ideologies. I can feel myself getting ready to rant about academia, so I'll edit this down to say, I found the Princeton stuff boring. I have literally lived through the best friend gets your dream school storyline, and it wasn't that big of a deal then or now. The most honest part of that plot was Devi seeing her upperclassman idol burn out in the transition to college.

Like Maitreyi Ramakrishnan, I don't think who Devi picked to date is the most important part of her journey. The love triangle pretty much resolved itself after season 3. The show never played coy with who Devi really wanted to date. Devi and Ben have a fun dynamic, but I foresee more tumultuous times ahead as the two of them continue to work on their emotional intelligence. I think by the end of series four, Devi does have a pretty strong sense of self. She's more comfortable with her desires (sexually, platonically, academically) and isn't trying to change herself into someone else. Ben, on the other hand, continues to have a lot of growing to do. I wish we had spent more time in the final season on Ben's friendships with other people. I think that is the relationship Ben craves and I hope that in college he really is able to have that and doesn't spend every weekend away from Columbia visiting his girlfriend. Paxton also continues to figure out what he wants. I appreciate how his journey was about learning to accept failure and learning to motivate himself to try again. I hope he does become a teacher and a coach. In ten years time, I hope he has a weekly trivia team made up of other teachers, all nerds, who kill at the local bar.

I've been shockingly (for me) ambivalent about who Devi dated at the end of the series. I love to ship! I love to pick sides. But I do find the idea of an "end game" ship when the characters in question have never had to file their own taxes a little ridiculous. (Unless you are Pacey and Joey) With that said, I think the couple I'd be most interested to explore years in the future would be Devi and Paxton. Devi and Ben are on parallel journeys, they aren't that far out of each others orbits. They will always make sense. But bringing Devi and Paxton back to a place where they could consider each other as romantic partners would take way more work and set up. And I for one would love to read that.

#never have i ever netflix spoilers #never have i ever spoilers #never have i ever #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #paxton hall yoshida #devi x paxton

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

MORE QUESTIONS

what other fandoms do you enjoy outside of ASOIAF?

Lmao, the big list of Things Misa Enjoys

I very much enjoy anime & manga. I got infected with those brain worms back in high school, & they simply will not leave. Particularly into Sailor Moon, which I haven't stopped thinking about since 1999, (I have OCs for that & a fic I'm gonna one day sit down & plot out beyond This Is The Vibe. I have a few things floating around in my brain, but I just haven't made the time to do anything with it. Maybe since I'm at reception for 6 hours I'll do that 🤷🏻‍♀️) & JoJo's (I also have OCs for this one, but no fic. I do have a homebrewed ttrpg system to run a JoJo's campaign with, though. But I need to finish statting enemy Stand Users & some character design. Also it's not a priority because I have an asoiaf campaign trilogy to finish running). I don't read or watch anything with the quickness, so I haven't watched a ton of newer anime or made that much of a dent in my reading of Berserk, but I do enjoy both newer stuff and Berserk. I even have a couple figures from Demon Slayer, which is probably my favorite newer series? It feels very nostalgic to the series I grew up watching.

I was into the Netflix Witcher series, but I haven't been able to bring myself to finish season 3. No amount of Joey Batey tits or confirmed pansexual Jaskier can really build my hype back up when I've heard the last bit of s3 sucked & I know I probably won't watch season 4. I have collected all but the last book of short stories though, so once I've worked through more of my books I need to give a fair shake before donating I plan to start those & get into The Witcher proper.

The Elder Scrolls is very good & fun, & I know the plots of all the mainline games even though I've only ever actually played Skyrim to completion. I have...I have so many OCs for that. And a fic I'm slowly working on that tells the story of the Dawnguard DLC by way of Lapsed Viglant Of Stendarr & Werewolf Vampire Hunter Are Forcibly Adopted As Serana's New Parents (and also I am confirming Serana as, like, eternally 19 because she feels very teenagery/early 20s-y to me). Fun fact: two of my current very close friends (my Platonic Wife included) were made by way of TES (and then another friend was introduced to me by a TES friend). So, thanks for your service, Todd Howard. Y'know, I guess.

It feels very "What are your hobbies? / Magnets." to say, but, like, dolls in general. I've collected porcelain dolls since I was little (but that collection got pared down massively when I moved from Texas), & I'm currently working through a clean/restore/dress/display of my old Bratz dolls. I've also dropped real adult money on dolls to (out of box, bc it sparks joy) display in my apartment. Specifically the Sasha (my best girl) Rock Angelz repro I waited almost a full year to see drop, Heather Greyson from Shadow High, & The Pride Bratz (I had a giftcard). I need to finish cleaning my old Bratz before I drop money on more though. So I know my shelving situation, lmao.

I am not not into Dragon Age, but I also complain about it all the time. I refuse to engage with it in a multimedia way. What I cannot learn by playing the games/have told to me in those games is simply not for me to know. Just...the way the franchise is handled & how it feels very obvious that Bioware wants to tell an incredibly specific story (while still allowing for character creation?), all the lore decisions they're making that feel like retcons/throw away everything I got invested in early (hello the dwarves & the dalish & Alistair's everything), & the increasing non-optional nature of the comics & books...it brings my blood to boil. The games are fun though! I have fun playing the games! And my personal Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor trios can be pried from my cold, dead hands!

I'm gonna be real, I know much more about Th Old World Of Darkness than Vampie v5, but I am into Vampire The Masquerade. This is, again, a "I have learned everything in bursts of hyperfixation that last a varying length of time," but I would very much like to take one of my two special vampire boys out for a spin one day. Because they're there! They exist & they are appropriately melodramatic, & I love them. Evil, fucked up, Hecata thug & flouncy, Catholic For The Aesthetic Toreador music producer my beloveds 💕

#ask #im also casually into batman & the flash #and star trek #but not enough to really make NOTE y'know

[veryferaldistributions]

My Top 10 Favorite Episodes of “My Two Dads”

(Some spoilers ahead for a show from 1987.)

1. Joey’s Mother-in-Law

(Stefan’s Voice) This episode has EVERYTHING! It’s funny, it’s heartfelt, it tackles serious topics. And it’s the episode that cemented in my head that Joey and Michael are meant to be seen as a domestic couple. And this is not just with the title, but with the interactions and plot of this episode. Michael’s mother is a great character. She’s neurotic and initially dismissive of Joey and Michael “playing at being parents,” sure, but she doesn’t mean anything in malice as much as genuine concern. And she comes around by the end of the episode and even, 100% serious, calls Joey her “son-in-law.”

2. Pop, The Question

A sad but necessary episode where Joey and Michael are about to “divorce” and finally decide to take a blood test to find out which one of them is Nicole’s biological father. This decision is made against Nicole’s will, who firmly does not want to have to pick between Michael and Joey. Despite an initial fake-out, the episode actually ends with the audience/characters never knowing the truth, which I think was very big of the writers.

3. Kind of a Drag

Not the best episode, but absolutely the funniest episode. All the humor is pooled into the last 15 minutes, and features Michael dressing in drag as Joey’s pregnant “wife” named Felicia. With whom he has 10 children. All in the attempt to scare a toxic woman away from dating Joey (“Fellas, is it gay if-“). And Nicole is accidentally privy to this moment of Michael crossdressing, and her reaction had me in stitches. I’m completely confident that when Joey is laughing at “Felicia’s” script and behavior, it’s Evigan breaking character.

4. The Artful Dodger

The ending made me cry. Nicole puts off an art class assignment for an unknown reason, only for her dads and the audience to realize at the very end that she doesn’t have any artistic talent, and sees that as proof that she is not Joey’s daughter. Seeing Nicole standing there in the apartment, crying and saying “Joey, I can’t draw!” broke me. Of course they end the episode with the message that certain talents are not genetic, and Nicole’s lack of talent is not proof of anything. And of course, that Joey loves her no matter what.

5. A Story in Development

Possibly the best Judge/Nicole episode. Nicole wants to be as “developed” in breast growth as a girl in her class, who seems to be getting all the attention from the boys. After several failed attempts from her dads trying to counsel her on this (and a HILARIOUS scene where she and Shelby stuff their bras with tissue and the dads are trying so hard not to laugh) Judge finally steps in and explains that being the first girl to get breasts isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

6. In Her Dreams

On the night of her 14th birthday, Nicole dreams what her life might have been like if her mom married either Michael or Joey. This was the only appearance of Marcy Bradford in the series (TBH, I didn’t love the actress they picked. She looks nothing like Nicole and it’s very distracting.) and this is generally a very sweet and cute episode, with a lot of dream logic jokes I enjoyed. It also sneaks in a hilarious but somewhat dirty joke about an implied threesome between Marcy, Michael, and Joey.

7. Nicole’s Big Adventure

This was my episode where I was really and truly like “they don’t just love Nicole, they ADORE her.” Nicole sets out on a weeklong field-trip with her class to go camping, leaving Michael and Joey anxious wrecks. Though they try to have a “guys night” (playing poker with the gayest group of “straight” men I’ve ever seen), they end up getting a call from the camp that Nicole has broken her foot, and they drop everything to bring her home.

8. Sweet Sixteen, See Appendix

This episode flashes back and forth between Nicole in the hospital with appendicitis, and a few days prior where she’s trying to plead her case to spend her 16th birthday skiing with her friends instead of with her dads. The story is, overall, focused on the dads learning to let go and let Nicole be more independent. But, unlike “Nicole’s Big Adventure,” the episode also emphasizes how much Nicole still needs them. On top of that, it’s a genuinely cute episode of Michael and Joey fretting over their kid.

9. Say Goodnight, Gracie

Joey offers to babysit his girlfriend’s infant daughter, an offer which Michael staunchly disagrees with. Gracie, the baby, ends up crying all night and Michael gets stuck as the sole babysitter after Joey gets sick. Purely a self-indulgent love for this episode. I imagine that Gracie is Baby Nicole. And Michael is just adorable for how he fawns over her. The episode also makes a great argument in support of single-parents and is one of the slightly more feminist episodes of the series.

10. The Pilot/Soho’s By You

The first two episodes of the series really feel like one big episode, as they set up the dynamic for this unusual family. In the first episode, Joey and Michael “inherit” Nicole during the will reading of Marcy Bradford, then argue over who will raise her, and in the second episode they attempt to live separately as co-parents before Nicole literally guilt-trips them into living together. It’s a great start to a wonderful show.

#my two dads #top ten list #joey harris #michael taylor #nicole bradford

[isfjmel-phleg]

Todd Dezago, who wrote #50-89 of Impulse and Young Justice: The Secret #1 (and co-created such characters as Inertia and Secret), apparently had hoped to write the ongoing Young Justice series and had the first year and half of plots outlined--considered it some of his best work.

The existing YJ series as written by Peter David is pretty fantastic. But I would love to know what exact direction Dezago wanted to take it--especially in how he would have handled Secret. His original background for her conflicts a bit with what David did (deemphasized the imprisonment by the DEO), and every time Dezago gets to guest-write her during YJ (Impulse #56 and the story in Young Justice 1998 #22 in which Bart ropes Secret into his schemes to get Kon back his powers), you can tell he's trying to reassert his vision for her a little bit.

There have been some hints in interviews of what he had in mind.

When asked in 1998 what he thought of the newly begun YJ series, Dezago indicated that he was disappointed not to have gotten to write it and that the existing version is not like what he had in mind:

Because I worked in development on Young Justice for about a year before it finally came out, and because of the difficulties which eventually led to my leaving the project, it is still a very emotional subject for me. It's hard for me to pick the book up, and so I haven't really looked at it; therefore, no opinion. I will be following it now, of course, as reference regarding what Impulse is doing in that title, and how he is being portrayed. I am told that the current storylines are very different to what I had planned for the first 16 issues of the book.

Dezago apparently was setting some things up in World Without Grown-Ups, the first Young Justice story:

When I left Young Justice, I regretted leaving those things unresolved; there were quite a few elements planted in both that and The Secret that were intended to come back to haunt our heroes. What was going to happen to Bedlam? To Red Tornado? How would the Secret (and any other candidates) eventually be brought into the team? How come the JLA Watchtower didn't remain on the KidWorld moon? What would chairs look like if our knees bent the other way?

There were plans to develop characters' friendships. Which did of course get prioritized in David's series. But I'm curious about Dezago's intended take, especially the notion of the boys having to learn to see from each other's perspective and there being an emphasis on learning to trust each other.

I had originally planned to have some real bonding going on in Young Justice--putting the Boys into situations that would bring them closer together emotionally, stories that would let them see the world through each other's eyes (and, yes, at the speed he's always going, this would be tough for Bart...but he'd get a glimpse...). I wanted to show them growing together and learning to trust one another, so that they would have close, yet different, relationships with one another. That said, I think that he has a great friendship (that I hope to explore around issue 56 or 7...) with Arrowette!!

If he were to write a series about Secret?

I don't want to tell you the whole story, but it would be about her looking for her past...and finding a lot of stuff she didn't want to...! Truth to tell, it's already written...I had it in mind when Todd Nauck and I created her...

He also had plans for more Impulse stories that never got to happen:

Oh, Bart… I loved Bart from the moment he popped out of the future! He was everything we are as kids: reckless, impetuous, fearless… He was young and innocent (and ignorant), and gullible. He was a “Joey” (from Friends). He would write his own dialog. I would just put him into a story or situation and let him go — and he’d just do what he did! I loved writing his adventures and his fun and am sad we didn’t get to go on. Our last year was a mess due to all the crossovers and events (7 out of 12!!), but I had some more fun planned for that kid…

I would like to think that this would have included the return and eventual redemption of arc of Thad, which was set up and which readers who wrote to the editor seemed to want quite a lot. But we have no way of knowing for sure.

I couldn't find any more recent interviews with Dezago and I wish I could conduct one! It would be fascinating to get further background on stories that never got to happen, or what the creative process was for Thad and Secret, and where the idea for the Mercury Falling arc came from and why it stands out so much, etc. etc.

#comicsposting again #YJ: so glad we found each other

[creepyalienghost]

Audrey’s Reunion

Tom and Allison had invited mostly everyone from the old studio for a get together. Everyone was going from the art department to the music department was going. Even Audrey their bosses daughter. Yes she was the daughter of the man who ruined all their lives one way of another, abused, tricked, sacrificed. He did horrible things to all of them. But she wasn’t her father and did best to stay away from that path, so they invited her. She hardly knew them but felt it was a way to say -I’m sorry for what he did - and decided to go.

We she arrived at their house many of them were there. The janitor, Wally Franks was walking in with a chocolate cake, she recognized the short music Director and the tall projectionist next to him. She didn’t remember their names but knows the music Director suffered under her father. Sitting under a tree was the voice actress, Susie Campbell. She knew what Joey did to her and her beloved part. Many more were sitting around taking or dancing, including Henry.

She remembered him, coming to her mothers house to check on her. After being taken away from her father from neglect she was sent to her mothers house. Henry would stop by on days like holidays and birthdays, bringing her gifts and becoming a dad to her. He was more of one then Joey was but one day he had moved away for a better years ago. It’s been nearly a decade.

She parked and pulled herself out of the car, heading over to the party. Henry looked up at her and smiled. “Hey there Audrey!” He got up and hugged her.

“Hello Henry!” She hugged him back. “Hows California?” She ask as they both sat down.

Henry smiled as he thought. “It’s going well. I recently was hired for another cartoon studio! Before that I was teaching art for a good while.” He replied and moved his hands as he talk about it. “How goes it for you?”

Audrey leaned back in her chair a bit. “It’s alright. Busy mostly with juggling between college and work.” She replied. “The classes are great but the homework sucks.”

Henry chuckled. “ I been there.” He nodded. “You know I’m glad your haven’t followed in your father’s footsteps. You made you’re life you’re own. I’m proud.”

Audrey’s faced turned serious in an instant. “I still don’t understand all he did and why? He hurt so many people I know that…but I don’t know how he did and why he would.”

“That stuff he was into..the occult ..it got to his head…” Henry replied, looking away as memories flashed in his mind. “Most of us…still haven’t recovered from that… I got a way after seeing some signs and dealing with beginning…others had it worst.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that….” Audrey replied.

“Promise me…” Henry mumbled then looked her straight in the eye. “Promise me you will never look into the occult. Ever!” He ask.

She took a moment to think before nodded. “ I promise….” He replied but only half way meaning it. She was curious, after all.

“Good.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “I hope you keep that promise.” Henry said before switching the conversation. “Now let’s talk about your art.”

The rest of the night Audrey talked with Henry and the others and tried some of the food and even danced. Forgetting who she was for a bit was a nice change. She even sang a good with Sammy the music director. However once she got said her goodbyes to them and arrived home, she saw that her package arrived. The package that holds an occult book.

#batim #audrey drew #joey drew crew #joey drew #henry stein #Sammy Lawrence #susie campbell

[jedusaur]

good things this week:

my BOY my GUY my MAN Joey Daccord had to step up and play two games for the Kraken this week and he did SO GOOD Y'ALL! it was unexpected on two levels, first that it would be him getting the callup instead of Driedger and second that he would actually get the start over Jones, and he made the absolute most of the opportunity—one of the postgame talking heads was a bit of an ass about the first one because he let in four, but Hakstol understood the circumstances (one extremely weird double bounce no goalie could have done anything about, two 6-on-5 situations our guys were not defending well) and sang his praises, and we won anyway. then the second one we lost in a shootout, but the only one he let in during regulation was a rebound off a killer initial save and then he went absolute beast mode in OT, just unbelievable. there's always gonna be a Mike Smith-shaped hole in my soul, but Daccord obviously idolized the guy when he was at Arizona State and plays so much like him that watching him really feels a little like coming home <3

really enjoyed this week's Ted Lasso ep, especially (spoiler warning) the part where Jamie sees Roy and Keeley leaving in two different directions and it's set up to make you think he's gonna go after Keeley to hit on her now that she's single again but instead HE GOES AFTER ROY to ineptly attempt empathy and hugs <333

listened to Debby Friday's debut album four times yesterday and three times so far today, I am so so so so into it

after some disappointing incidents with NHL pride nights, something cool happened with my local junior league team, the Thunderbirds—they didn't have an official pride night planned this season, so the fans just... made one happen themselves! the T-Birds have the only out gay player in the WHL, Luke Prokop, and EVERY SINGLE PLAYER used rainbow stick tape during warmups for this UNOFFICIAL pride night in support of their teammate, AND some of them kept the tape during the game. which, listen, I use Pride tape myself, but only on parts of the stick I don't have to handle the puck with, because real talk it is some crappy-ass tape, and any serious hockey player would know that just from touching it, so these guys were basically saying that supporting their teammate was more important to them than being good at hockey, and I just have a whole lot of feelings okay

Dallas has a goalie named Jake Oettinger whose nickname is Otter and he has lil cartoon otters painted on his goalie mask, which delighted both rocket bae and my mom (both big otter fans)

I started explaining what was going on during a Kraken game to Steph and she was like "I understood the goalie interference part" I'm so proud <3

I cut my hair and it feels very nice to not have all that shagginess on my neck

got two of the other Lammy-nominated anthologies from the library and they're both so impressive! (also both extremely different from each other and from Xenocultivars, doesn't really seem fair to compare us all tbh, but I guess that's just how it goes with awards)

rearranged my room to bring in a comfy chair and in the process found the fucking laptop I was 100% convinced must have gotten stuck in with rocket bae's stuff in storage because I had looked absolutely everywhere, including the place it actually was at least 3 times *eyeroll* but it has been found, hallelujah

made salted millionaire's shortbread and I'm gonna go bring some to a few local friends sometime this weekend, love sharing food with my people :)

#good things #life #hockey #joey daccord #mike smith #kraken #ted lasso #fandom #debby friday #t-birds #luke prokop #queer #jake oettinger #rocket bae #steph #speculatively queer #lambda literary awards #books #food

[changingplumbob]

New Goth Household: Chapter 3, Part 2

Joey tries to get lucky at the romance festival despite not having any romantic feelings ever, and Alexander and James manage some alone time. Then Winterfest begins!

We’re back and Joey is throwing ornaments at the tree with reckless abandon in an effort to… place the tree skirt?

James: What are you doing

Joey: Helping before I jet to the romance festival

James: I thought you were… sorry I’m trying to learn the right words. Aromantic?

Joey: Correct bro. But you know what the romance festival has? Dolled up chicks ready to meet me. Catch you on the flip

James: What do you think he means Gertrude? The flip of what? Honestly those bro sims

Gertrude: *meows in agreement*

Joey arrives and the few sims who showed are not properly dressed. Better fix that. Don’t want another Jacob Volkov situation.

Joey: No girl is going to wear a skirt in this

Yumiko: Damn right

Joey: Oh hey, are you open

Yumiko: No, I just spawned here in a uniform for fun

Joey: How about helping a guy warm up

Yumiko: You’ll need a better line than that

Joey: I meant the ramen but if you’re offering something extra...

Yumiko: That’ll be 12 simoleons

Joey: And with my smile

Yumiko: 12 simoleons

Joey: You drive a hard bargain but I like that in a woman

Yumiko: OMW it’s not my fault it’s a snowstorm and no other women appeared but you are done talking to me, okay?

So Joey takes his ramen and eats it alone. He does get a confidence boost from chopstick mastery though.

Joey: You’re the guru right? Tell me, is there any point staying here? Will I find anyone

Guru: Matters of the heart are tricky to interpret

Joey: What about matters of the pixel parts

Guru: You do not care for romance?

Joey: Not at all. But like I want a kid someday so a partner of some kind might be okay, if she lets me woohoo her, and woohoo other women because have you seen the boobs in this save

Guru: I foresee you having to wait many moons to find a woman like that, but she will come along

Joey doesn’t really know what to make of that “wisdom”. What do gurus even know? They’re coded to promote romance after all. Dude probably thought he could sway him but Joey is who he is.

*phone rings*

Joey: Well hey hot stuff, what’s up

Tuesday: I’m having an issue, can you swing by. I have a new place by the way

Joey: Text me the address and I’ll be there

Tuesday: You sure

Joey: What are friends with benefits for if not being at the mercy of each others whims

Joey: You all right? You sounded tense on the phone

Tuesday: You know that guy I’ve been screwing

Joey: The redhead or the one who enjoys weightlifting

Tuesday: Not the redhead, he had the stamina of a goldfish

Joey: That’s not a saying

Tuesday: Point is, Mr weightlifting decides to give me the talk

Joey: Oh he did not

Tuesday: Yet again it’s all “Oh Tuesday, I know you think you can’t feel love, but I feel love with you. Be my girlfriend, commit to me, and I’ll awaken the romance inside”

Joey: Damn alloromantic idiots

Tuesday: It’s such a shame because he was so good at woohoo, he always let me go first

Joey: You know who else is good at it? You

Tuesday: I am aren’t I

Joey: You are the queen of sighs, sexy glances and roving hands

Tuesday: Go on

Joey: A woman as skilled as you will only be alone if she wants to be

Tuesday: What can I say, my study buddy keeps improving so I must strive to meet him

Joey: We starting down here then

Tuesday: Perk of the new house, no roomates. Scooch back

Joey: Hold on, I thought a gentleman always gets the lady off first

Tuesday: It’s good practice, but I’ve found you’re more creative if we do you first, and I want some creative tonight. So lean back, and close those pretty brown eyes

Alexander: Bedtime now

Milton: Story first please

Alexander picks out a book and is reading away when Milton interrupts.

Milton: Will Father Winter really come tomorrow

Alexander: Tomorrow night, I promise

Milton: Do you think he can bring me mummy. I’ve been really good

Alexander: I’m sure you have but Milton… I don’t think Father Winter can deliver people

Milton sighs sadly and looks over at the photos of Bella that Dina was only too happy to let him have.

Alexander: Someday, somehow Milton, we’re going to figure out what happened

A few more minutes of reading and Milton drifts off. James has been busy in the corner cuddling the cats within an inch of their nine lives.

Alexander: I can see you’re taking good care of the babies

James: Yes Hamlet, you’re my baby, aren’t you? Aren’t you?

Alexander: I’m so glad they make you smile, even if they are troublemakers

James: Some of the best people are troublemakers. My favourite person is actually a homewrecker

Alexander: *laughs* Oh is he

James: Yep. I was married and he swept in and seduced me

Alexander: What a git

James: *laughs* I guess the bed is out for tonight but the shower still has plenty of space away from tiny ears

Alexander: Just don’t slip and hurt yourself sweets

The two head for the bathroom, lock the door, and have some precious alone time.

In the bedroom Gertrude snores away but Hamlet is bored. The poor boy hasn’t been hugged in 10 whole minutes and breaks into an opera about the tragedy that is his life living in a mansion. Unsurprisingly this wakes Milton up, but to be fair he hates sleep time so probably would have woken up soon enough anyway.

Milton: Don’t cry Hamlet, I right here

Milton picks a book out and begins to read to Hamlet who settles on the bed. When James and Alexander are both satisfied they make sure to get dressed before heading out of the bathroom, just in case.

Alexander: What are you doing up

Milton: Hamlet sad so I read story for cheer up

Alexander: That’s very kind of you but Hamlet is dramatic and it’s past your bedtime. Come on, time to sleep

Milton pushes himself up, deliberately going... as slow... as... he... can.

Alexander tucks Milton in and then heads to bed. The next time Milton wakes up it’s not Hamlet’s fault, see, he’s got a scratching post alibi. Milton just needs to use the potty. Downstairs it seems that Gertrude has again decided to knock out the trash and play in it at a time when there’s no one to tell her off. Clever girl. When Milton returns he needs to shoo Hamlet off before he can get back in.

Winterfest is upon us! Marta wakes up first, she’s used to being up early for her barista shifts. She takes some time to wish her family a merry Winterfest, and hopes they’re happy in the timeless save.

Keira: Have you ever slept in

Marta: Sorry carino, just feeling nostalgic

Keira: I’m sorry I never got to meet them

Marta: You’ll meet them one day, and I’ll see them again

Keira: I hope I’m good enough

Marta: Carino what am I always saying, do not talk yourself down. Now, come back to bed and I’ll show you how wonderful you are

Keira: Aww, it’s not finished, Milton will be so sad

Marta: You have two hands do you not? We can finish it

Keira: I suppose all it needs is some ornaments and a topper

Marta: There, hardly any time at all

Keira: Should we light it

Marta: James was wanting to wait for the toddlers to all be here

The first to make it their family Winterfest gathering is Joey who heads to Tartosa. After a quick family photo he spends some time catching up and exchanging gifts.

Second stop for Winterfest is the Foster gathering in Sulani. Reece somehow cons Samir into wearing matching paired shirts and Clover gets lots of attention. Keira and Samir click over their mutual distrust of strangers and of course Carson and Reece poke fun at each other.

And finally the Misters Goth have their family lunch. Milton tries to share the love with Savannah but she is not interested in getting along just right now. Seriously he can’t say anything to her in the friendly or funny categories? She can talk so not sure why they can’t communicate toddler to toddler

You get a gift, and you get a gift, and you get a gift! Everyone gets a gift! Alexander got some upgrade parts, James got a new PC and Milton got his first voidcritter card. Then everyone gathers for that magic moment, the lighting of the tree (yes I forgot to do it earlier, we’re rolling with it people)

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So I've been thinking a lot lately about how creative I feel The Legion are! Like, they all give me "art school dropout" vibes in a way, so I wanted to talk about what kind of art I think each of them are into!!!

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Frank is absolutely 100% a music guy! He absolutely loves music, to the point where he HAS to have something on in the background or else he low-key feels uncomfortable. Cannot fall asleep without listening to it, always has headphones on when walking around alone, and will even hum to fill silence if he doesn't have access to a music player. He loves to pick apart his favorite songs, pointing out either lyrical or instrumental bits, and studies music a lot in his free time.

His favorite instrument is the drums, and he absolutely loves playing them as loudly as he can. I feel like he had a small drum set when living with Clive, but defo upgraded to a full drum set when The Legion took over the lodge as their hideout. He'll show off songs that he's made to the others, and was defo the one to come up with the idea of making the mixtapes! He figured they should have a lil theme, so he spent forever crafting up the perfect one for them, and then got their help so they could each have their personalized tape.

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Joey gives me "I like to fuck around in every creative field possible" kinda vibes, but he specializes in cosplay/clothing and writing! He's REALLY good at customizing clothes and masks, and was defo the one to make (or at least help make) everyone's masks! He's really particular with how he makes his cosplays as well, and everything has to be correct to the last detail! Joey just really likes his funny comic characters and wants to represent them to the best of his abilities 👍

I feel like he also really likes to write as well! Just making up silly scenarios in his head and writing them down, defo has some OCs lmao. I feel like he'd really wanna make a comic (I HC comics to be a special interest of his), but can't draw for shit, so he just writes instead. A lot of them are action packed, lotta vigilante or criminal based stories, and defo has a lil story based off of him and his friends.

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Julie absolutely loves to draw! It's always been a relaxing hobby of hers, allowing her to get whatever's on her mind out on a page. She does a lot of caricatures of whoever catches her attention, but she especially loves to doodle her and her friends doing stupid shit. She does also draw Frank a lot, he's takes up a good chunk of her sketchbook. She also doodles on whatever she can get her hands on, including her clothes, skin, and even her friends arms.

She loves to craft a lot as well, and will sometimes just sit with Joey and make stuff with him. She helps him out a lot with their masks, and tends to come up with a lot of the ideas as well (she'll sketch em out and he'll bring em to life). The lil snow globes she personalized for the lodge are some of her favorite things that she's made, and she also defo made a lot of lil decor things for the lodge as well.

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Susie just really really really loves paint! Any type of paint! She just thinks it's super pretty, and will use any excuse she can to paint something. Acrylic and water color are her favorites, both for different reasons! Acrylic feels so freeing and messy, and she loves plastering it on a canvas and admiring the colors. Watercolor, on the other hand, is just relaxing, and she loves to color in Julie's doodles, which is something she's loved doing for years! You can't tell me some of her clothes aren't absolutely covered in paint!!! Joey likes to give her some of his masks to paint as well, since he knows how careful her paint work can be when she's super focused on a project.

She also doodles a lil bit here and there. She's looked up to Julie's art for a long time, and is often inspired by her work (Julie is very flattered by this). She'll always show her art to Julie to get her opinion on it, and is always met with a flood of compliments. She's not the *best*, but she doesn't really care, she just thinks it's fun! She defo draws fanart of her favorite cartoons as well, no questions asked.

Also she LOVES making those lil string bracelets, and was defo the one who made the friendship bracelets for everyone! She probably has a stash of beads as well to make bracelets and necklaces, all of which she loves to make for her friends <3

#theyre all very artsy in their own way #which is defo something i think they all bond over #besides doing crimes ig #which tbh we can call their crimes a work of art as well #theyre just silly lil guys #frank gatekeeps music btw #only his friends are cool enough to listen to his excellent taste in music #absolute loser lmfao #dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the legion #the legion #the legion dbd #dbd frank #dbd julie #dbd joey #dbd susie #the legion frank #the legion julie #the legion joey #the legion susie #the legion headcanons #dbd headcanons