So I had misread your original post and thought you were asking to send blurbs for you to read about not writing. So sorry!! But if you do still want to write something I wouldn't mind Joel x reader, please. 💕
honestly, i should've been more specific in that post 😭 seriously i am so out of it. 10+ hours today of this stupid inquiry report for class + a nasty cold + like 3hrs of sleep is probably not my favourite mix
upon further inspection, i should've been able to tell that it was a blurb to read. i should've been able to deduce that from literally the first sentence...once again, unbearably out of it. that was my first blurb that someone actually sent in for me to read + respond to!! i'm actually kind of excited about it. let me respond to it here:
"Here is a blurb for you—the morning after your first-time sleeping together, breakfast in bed, made by Joel. The man can't cook, but you would still eat anything he made you because it's his way of showing he cares about you. Ellie, however, would fucking make you a gourmet meal. Complete with fresh fruit and heart-shaped pancakes. All in a no-outbreak setting. 💕"
you're so right on this. responding to the joel bit first, all of the pancakes he made are somehow burned. he has no maple syrup (im canadian so i take this shit SERIOUSLY. personal offence). he cannot crack an egg for the LIFE of him, but he tries nonetheless. the bacon is either burnt or raw. the only thing he can make well is coffee, and damn is it good. he ends up just taking you to a cute little café and treats you there. he can't help but gaze at your morning-after-glow and start making plans with you for the rest of your lives in the back of his head.
ellie. sweet, wonderful ellie. she comes out of NOWHERE with gordon ramsay's talent and skill. she diced up some hash browns with immaculate spices. she makes the most delectable french toast ever, drizzles it in the perfect syrup, putting berries on top. my mouth is actually watering to think about it. her eggs are perfect, and she can make them in any and every style. she wants to go all out, showing you how much she wants you in her life, more than just what you did last night. her love language is acts of service tell me i'm wrong.
i'm finally going to bed, but there'll be another joel drabble out in the morning...