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A/N: my joey is soft joey (just so you know) reblogs, replies, messages and requests are GREATLY appreciated in addition to your likes ♥♥♥ love you, thanks babes
I think once we get into the BuzzFeed, Wired, and other stuff closer to the release date, they'll be more fun. These haven't been too bad, just kinda meh... 😅
I don’t think it matters what the interview concept is, I think it’s them
im cringing and im sorry but its all completely missing the mark for me (by miles) (but its nice to know that joe is triggered by the vibration of his phone) (bc same)
Hi! Hope you're doing well (I've never submitted a request before, should I like buy you dinner?)
I was looking at the photo of joe looking kver his shoulder with the sunglasses on and getting major "You and Joe on holiday, lounging by the pool and when he looks over his shoulder he sees you getting drinks at the bar with the bartender flirting with you" vibes
I was wondering if you could write something like that? I love your work btw it's amazing!
cool cool cool cool cool fine fine im totally normal about this NORMAL normal so normal noooormaaaallll fine fine fineWordcount: 1.7K
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Just A Man
You'd seen him look. Had felt him look, his eyes burning holes into your back. It made your already slightly sunburnt skin, warm from laying out for hours already, flush even more.
He would've looked anyway, you knew. But it would've just been a quick glance to see if you were getting on okay. If you were at the bar to get drinks, like you said you would. To sneak a look at your bum in your bikini bottoms - Joe was just a man, after all.
But sweet giggles just loud enough for the wind to carry them over to his ears were what made him stare. First from behind his sunglasses, but then those got moved to rest on top of his head so you could see him look.
So he could see him look.
Like the bartender even fucking noticed that one guy on the other end of the pool narrowing his eyes at him, squinting because of the sun, posing absolutely zero threat.
"That your new boyfriend?" Joe was already asking questions before you'd even let go of the glass you'd handed him.
"Hmm? Your holiday fling?"
You rolled your eyes as you sat down on the sunlounger next to him, towel still wet from where you'd laid on it earlier.
"Please." you smiled, but Joe just kept going.
"Your Italian Stallion? Little hunk of meat for on the side?"
Hi! Hope you're doing well (I've never submitted a request before, should I like buy you dinner?)
I was looking at the photo of joe looking kver his shoulder with the sunglasses on and getting major "You and Joe on holiday, lounging by the pool and when he looks over his shoulder he sees you getting drinks at the bar with the bartender flirting with you" vibes
I was wondering if you could write something like that? I love your work btw it's amazing!
cool cool cool cool cool fine fine im totally normal about this NORMAL normal so normal noooormaaaallll fine fine fineWordcount: 1.7K
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Just A Man
You'd seen him look. Had felt him look, his eyes burning holes into your back. It made your already slightly sunburnt skin, warm from laying out for hours already, flush even more.
He would've looked anyway, you knew. But it would've just been a quick glance to see if you were getting on okay. If you were at the bar to get drinks, like you said you would. To sneak a look at your bum in your bikini bottoms - Joe was just a man, after all.
But sweet giggles just loud enough for the wind to carry them over to his ears were what made him stare. First from behind his sunglasses, but then those got moved to rest on top of his head so you could see him look.
So he could see him look.
Like the bartender even fucking noticed that one guy on the other end of the pool narrowing his eyes at him, squinting because of the sun, posing absolutely zero threat.
"That your new boyfriend?" Joe was already asking questions before you'd even let go of the glass you'd handed him.
"Hmm? Your holiday fling?"
You rolled your eyes as you sat down on the sunlounger next to him, towel still wet from where you'd laid on it earlier.
"Please." you smiled, but Joe just kept going.
"Your Italian Stallion? Little hunk of meat for on the side?"
babes, some spots up for grabs on the taglist: pls let me know if you want to be tagged in my writing to be notified AND PLS made sure your settings are correct, your blog needs to be visible for me to be able to @ you
Joe trying to post to his Instagram story but actually posting his GQ cover photo three separate times is peak Joe behavior. 10/10, wouldn't have it any other way, A+ 💯
twice in english, and just for fun, once in spanish
Please please please write something about gardener Joe 🙏💖🙏✨️💖✨️
soil under his fingernails, hands wet and dirty, trying to blink a bit of fluff from his eye, using his forearm to try and get it
going out in the rain with a pair of scissors, getting his socks soaking wet as he cuts off a couple of mint leaves for mojitos
taking his sweet time looking at packets of seeds in the store, reading the backs to see if he would be able to actually keep them alive in the current season, shaking his head no and frowning because “it’s too wet for these now, maybe in a month or two”
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