#thread ft. joey

[benlynnten]

YOU’RE MY BEST GUY

tagging: benji + @dumbofassjoey​ when: sunday, february 14th where: candyland

Benji loved his freakin’ life as the atmosphere of love in Breadstix (of all places) took over his entire body. The night was going smoother than he ever could have imagined. He was clocking a lot of time with Ruby, getting to have conversations with all sorts of peers that he never gave the time of day, drank from what he assumed with a spiked punch bowl, and danced the night away. However, once his eyes glanced over the crowd of people before him, he couldn’t help but recognize Joey - and the overwhelming realization of just how little time he had spent with him that night. It just simply wouldn’t do. Without much else of a warning to Ruby, Benji weaved through the crowd before he was approaching one of his closest friends and smiling widely at him. “I think it’s time for a Wife Swap dance,” he said with a soft laugh before he was holding his hand out for Joey to take. “That means Xan gets Ruby and I get you for a dance, you in?” He asked before he was shrugging his shoulders and tugging Joey out onto the dance floor regardless of his answer. Maybe it was his over confidence of the night (or cockiness about their friendship) but he didn’t really mind. Once he was getting situated with the height differences between the two of them, he sighed happily. “Are you having fun tonight? This is kind of dope. Mafia rumors aside, the Motta’s are kinda dope party throwers.”

[ottomeeks]

DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

tagging: otto + @dumbofassjoey​ when: oct. 31 where: st. james residence

As soon as Otto was exiting the closet, she felt like everyone’s eyes were focused on her. She had gone into the closet wearing a full Bob Ross Halloween costume and was coming out of the closet with her beard and wig draped from the grasp of her fingers, and her hair in a slight disarray. Sure, no one was looking anywhere near her direction because it was the product of a stupid drinking game, but still. These were the moments that occurred in teen movies, not Otto Meeks’ life. However, just as soon as she focused on her pathway away from the closet and Leo’s stupid lips, she was feeling the eyes of one person in particular - Joey Hummel-Anderson. She couldn’t stop the immediate smile that rose to her lips at the sight of him. Maybe one day, in a very alternate universe, her and Joey would have their moment in the closet, but in the real world, she was just a fool that had a crush on a gay dude. “Hey Joey,” she cooed with a lazy smile as she felt the alcohol absolutely still coursing through her veins. “Are you having fun tonight?” Without much thought, Otto immediately started making the move to rest the Bob Ross wig on top of Joey’s head, breaking into a fit of giggles at the sight of him.

[davisgools]

Life was good. Ivy had officially transferred to Carmel High and was settling nicely amongst the members of Vocal Adrenaline. His father had just informed him that he would be spending Christmas in Los Angeles, alone, so Davis would finally have some alone time. Sure, his stepmom would still be there, but it was only on rare occasions that they spoke to each other more than a simple greeting. 2040 was going to end in the perfect way. That is, until Davis’ eyes landed on dim little Joey Hummel-Anderson exiting the front doors of the school. 

Maybe things weren’t going as smoothly as he thought. It was simple to change that, though.

With opening night of Into the Woods looming around the corner, Joey was the one loose end that he hadn’t tied up. Not only was he Ivy’s friend, but he was also the stage manager of the production. It wasn’t a good thing for Davis to be at his wits end with the stage director whenever such a pivotal performance was coming quickly. Joey played dumb, but Davis was sure that under all of the stupid quips he always felt the need to say, there was a certain level of evil lingering. It took a special brand of person to pay someone else to do your dirty work, and Joey had done that. He wasn’t as innocent as he liked to show, and Davis would be damned if he got caught in the crossfire of him scheming against him. “Hello Joseph,” Davis said with a warm and welcoming smile that was far different from the usual way he liked to look at the boy before him. “Visiting Ivy?” His demeanor was far too open and far too relaxed, and it was disgusting to him. However, if he was going to try and mend their “friendship” until Into the Woods was over, he was going to have to pull out all the stops. “I’ve been meaning to... apologize to you, though. It’s been on my mind how I’ve been treating you and I just... I’m sorry. You’re close with Ivy, and that’s important to me, so I was hoping we could work things through.” @dumbofassjoey​

[frankiepucker]

I HAVE TO DO WHAT?

WHO: @dumbofassjoey​ & frankie WHERE: wmhs hallways

mother fuckin’ lj holliday. even the name was leaving a bad taste in her mouth whenever she thought about it. only frankie would be in the position that she was right now, damned to audition for the school musical. it was such a fucking waste, but at least she could just get away with interviewing for the crew. it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “’sup big joe,” frankie said off handedly as she walked past the adorable little man she constantly wanted to shrink and keep in her pocket for safety. however, it suddenly hit her - maybe the musical wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if she could convince her favorite people to be part of it. sure, it wasn’t going to be an issue since 90% of her ‘people’ revolved around the glee club world, but still. this could work. “wait joey!” frankie turned on her heel before she was jogging back to her friend and cozying up to him as they walked down the hallway. “what’s up? you auditioning for the musical?”

[benlynnten]

tagging: benji + @dumbofassjoey​ where: hummel-anderson house when: friday night, october 3rd

“What’s the coolest thing you have in here?” Benji said as he flopped down on Joey’s bed with a soft laugh. Regardless of his mom’s opinions of Joey and his brain level, she had granted Benji the coveted access of spending the night away from his house. To him, sleepovers didn’t happen nearly as often as they should between male friends, but Joey never saw those social norms that people were weirdly placing on the world. Whenever he had asked Benji to spend the night, he agreed as soon as he could formulate the words. Sure, he wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do all night whenever Benji’s video gaming equipment was nestled safely in his own bedroom, but he was sure Joey would be able to entertain him long enough. “So how are you? How are things? Zane?” With the mentioning of the other boys name, Benji couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at his own words. The concept of Joey and Zane was weird in his mind. Zane was the kind of person that Benji had been trying to avoid during the most recent school year, and he worried for the well being of Joey’s heart, mind, and soul. 

[frankiepucker]

tagging: frankie + @dumbofassjoey​ where: practice room at wmhs when: in between classes on october 2

it was bad enough being at school, but being at school after skipping for the last two days? practically insufferable. frankie couldn’t remember a time in which she had felt less like herself than the past week. it had started whenever she made a move on her best friend, and had only been getting worse after she had made an absolute fool of herself on joey’s stupid webshow. she could hardly handle the pointed stares and questions coming from people that were typically too intimidated to approach frankie, which was exactly why she was currently ass to the floor in one of the practice rooms at wmhs. it hadn’t been until she was a part of the musical that she even knew the rooms were even in the school, but now that she knew? it was the perfect place to skip class and smoke weed - which was exactly what she was doing. she was in the middle of taking a puff from the joint between her fingers whenever the door opened quickly and sent frankie into a fear based coughing attack. “jesus fuck,” she whispered through the coughs before she was looking up and seeing none other than joey fuckin’ hummel-anderson. “nope,” frankie said with a dry laugh before she was grabbing her belongings and making her way through the door. “we are absolutely no where near the point of being on speaking terms, joseph.” perhaps it was her fault for agreeing to be apart of joey’s games, but it didn’t matter. she wasn’t ready to discuss.

[benlynnten]

While he wasn’t at the peak of his social status in high school, Benji had his fair share of friends whenever it came to the musical. It was nice to have enough people that he could trust to ask for help whenever it came to the choreography, especially since he had the equivalent of two left feet. However, there had been something off about the rehearsal today: Joey. The man had been remarkably quieter than usual and it was something that worried Benji a lot more than it should have. After the situation that had occurred before school started, Benji had seen Joey in a more positive light. They had always been friends, but things had felt more social between the two of them in the last month or so - at least more social enough that Benji was approaching Joey after rehearsal ended. “Hey Joe,” Benji said with a nod in his direction as he brought his soccer bag over his shoulder. He had practice to get to later on, but right now, it was all about his friends. “You seem a little off today, you good? You’re the Danny Zuko now, you gotta be happy about that!”  @dumbofassjoey​

[davisgools]

Rivalries were one of Davis’ favorite parts of the show choir world. There was nothing more exhilarating and pleasing than having an individual (or multiple) that instantly brought bad vibes and feelings into a room - and there was nothing better than being that for someone. For Davis, that person was every member of the Schuester family, but mostly Julien. However, there was a realm of human connection that was the shit stain of Davis’ existence, and that was whatever in the hell Joey freakin’ Hummel-Anderson was to him. He was infuriating. He was stupid. And worst of all, he was the stage manager of the winter production. Sure, stage manager was nothing more than a frilly name for a nobody that would take all of the credit for a job well done, but Joey had made it abundantly clear that he shockingly (not) had no idea what he was doing. Except, getting under Davis’s skin almost expertly.

It had started whenever rehearsals were called for the day and Davis hung back to practice his rendition of ‘Agony’ for the show. He wasn’t sure what to think of Lorenzo as of yet, but he would be damned if he were upstaged, or unable to carry the man’s talent during the show times. Joey had been lingering and had made a couple snide comments about Davis’ performance being... less than ideal. Currently, Davis was on his fifth run through of the song and Joey still wasn’t pleased. “Who the hell even are you?” Davis began, bringing a hand up to run through his messy and dampened with sweat locks. “You’re nothing in this production. This is the most direction you’ve given anyone and I know you’re a crock of shit with your “direction”.” He was mad. Livid. Frustrated? Davis was feeling a lot but mostly exhaustion. Between Vocal Adrenaline rehearsals and the commute to winter musical rehearsals? He needed a nap, or at least a long hibernation. “By the way, that means you’re full of crap, Joseph. I don’t want you to get confused by any foreign words here.” @dumbofassjoey​