[I have risen here's the chapter I never published- THIS IS SATIRE]
I was sat on the floor, sweaty, gross, my stomach unsettled. Joe was still doing starjumps, unsurprisingly enough.
"Come on y/n!" He yelled, continuously switching from star jumps to jogging on the spot.
But I couldn't move.
"It's tiring, Joe." I rolled over on the floor, sighing deeply.
"Weakling." He spat.
I liked that.
He crouched down next to me, patting my shoulder "how about I make us sum Lean In 15?"
At this, I jumped up, doing a spidey lunge as I did so. "Can we make your special Bolognese?"
"Of course," he nodded "do you have Parmesan chease?"
"I don't have Parmesan cheese-"
"Oh crickey that's no good is it?"
"No-?" I questioned my own statement.
"Better bloody be joking. You can't have Bolognese without Parmesan chease."
"We gotta do double carbs as well gotta 'ave some bread and buttaaar with your pasta." He said, looking through the cupboards in my kitchen.
"Joe we'll have to go get some."
"Get sum chease?" He star-jumped his way over to me.
"We can get whatever you want."
"Cor blimey crickey. Does that mean we can get some half baked brownies and cookie dough Ben And Jerry's ice cream too?"
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P.E (Joe Wicks x Reader)
FanfictionInstagram: hobi.hands Twitter: JamaisJoonie Dedicated to my dear friend, Brooke. Jinnie, I'm very sorry sweetie. Sorry to Hoseok (and the rest of BTS) for being put into this, you didn't deserve this, sweetheart. And to everyone, please enjoy.
