#and also i love the random asks so thank you! though i excuses for rambling a bit
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Ik this is random and is gonna sound crazy but i had this theory that both sigma and atsushi were created by the book since both. Have black n white hair,some sort of white color scheme(albinism?) And seem to be both REALLY socially akward as if they DIDNT spend enough time around humans(in sigmas case ofc but atsushi? He grew up SUROUNDED by other kids,and ofc he was an outcast and he was probs afraid of punishment so ofc that could be an explanation) both are REALLY similar
They aaaare, and it's not crazy (have you seen canon?)!! I've seen stuff about Atsushi and Sigma parallels and it FASCINATES me how similar they are (I read the Sky Casino arc and MAN was that intense).
And while I don't know enough to disagree or agree with your theory OP, canon HAS already stated through Fitzgerald that Atsushi has a connection to the book. And considering how Sigma was created from the book and how you and the fandom in general see to see Sigma and Atsushi as incredibly similar....well, there's definitely SOMETHING going on in there.
(Also, there's another post I know that also pointed out how Q was similar to Sigma design-wise, which I was reminded of with your ask....I don't know if there's a point to that but...)
I do think so far, though, that Atsushi is human. He's mentioned to have parents and his childhood seems to be pretty well established. Of course this is a seinen action manga and they always seem to have the most convoluted plotlines. Like just watch as they pull out a plot twist that Atsu and all his backstory WAS created by the book and that the beginning of the manga is the beginning of his true birth...please don't take that seriously...
Anyway, I went on an unrelated tangent again (as usual) but thank you for the ask, OP!! I don't think about Sigma/Atsu parallels enough and your theory definitely isn't crazy...but we shall have to see.
#also i think its worth noting how sigma seems to be a 'cooler' version of our weretiger in some ways#something something self inserts are always cooler i dont have the brain capacity for this#also once again im reading orv so my mind is probably overheating with story/character/writer parallels#NEVERTHELESS...thank you for the ask op it set me THINKING on dozens of things (related or not)#and i love the little weird and wild or plausible theories this fandom comes up with#but is it really? bsd canon has alternate universe and sort of gods and also vampires....#ah also op i saw your comments to the ed poe post i made and YESSS...#not gonna rb my own post again so ill say here that i love how you pointed how how woven with books so many abilities seem to be#(like in a sense you could really say that yosano's story began with that butterfly pin made from the soldier's book)#and also i love the random asks so thank you! though i excuses for rambling a bit#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd musings#bsd theories#bsd atsushi#bsd sigma#bsd yumeno#bsd q#i dont think i have a tag for asks....#but eh it can just go under...#spitting nonsense#(not the asker. me)#bsd spoilers#bsd manga spoilers#manga spoilers
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What if Creek was nice?
(I honestly like how you write him, as it is believable and a popular way. This is just a silly ask for for my Creek lover self-)
Because to be completely fair, dude did what he had to do to survive. He was in a lose-lose situation. The chef already knew where to look by then and that party would have gotten them caught in the end, he probably panicked and chose self persuasion and just had to role with it because of looming threat of being eaten alive.
Anyway, rambling done-(lies)
Creek could offer a lot to the Grey tribe, Yoga loosens the joints and helps with flexibility(which is helpful in many ways) and being able to..tame? Befriend? Critters would be helpful, and maybe mediation could help the more the traumatised Grey trolls and even branch himself(yk. Calm him down a little-)
Idk if this is a stupid or rude ask-i just find this au interesting and your(amazing) writing!
Thanks for the love!!!!! Honestly I would sympathize and probably be a Creek defender because he was technically in a lose lose scenario (the chef had the village location and hostages) I can excuse not wanting to die and panicking by making not though out promises, BUT the reason I hate him is because HE WAS SUCH A DICK AFTER HE SOLD THEM OUT!!! He was so smug and condescending even gave a lil shrug to the village after he gave them up to chef, I’m just saying he couldn’t look a lil guilty or sad for selling everyone out!!! anyway sorry for the ramble also😅 (a ramble for a ramble) he is way more likable in the series as he is funny
If Creek was nice the village would treat him so much better and Creek would probably become a village therapist so they could stop pushing their issues away to focus on “survival”. Also I think it’s funny I had similar ideas on how Creek could help the village (he has to work to keep his place) He teaches yoga class plus does some meditating groups with the residents. The critter idea sounds amazing I can think of how Creek would tame (?) critters and maybe get some domesticated animals in the village. Creek also feels like the kinda guy to have a bunch of weird tricks and remedies for random body issues. Overall Creek sucks (in my opinion) but he’s helpful if he was nice,trolls would like him waaaaaayyy better.
Also he and Branch might get together if he was nice……might
#he’s such a slimy two faced snake but he’s funny#trolls brainrot#trolls band together#trolls#trolls branch#dreamworks trolls#nomads au#trolls movie#grey tribe#trolls au#au idea#trolls creek#trolls fandom
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I'VE COME TO RELIEVE YOU FROM THE HOARDE OF BEPPI LOVERS
this is your free ramble pass! feel free to use this ask as an excuse to ramble about whatever random crap you feel like rambling about
hmm..... how about... broadening the worldbuilding horizons a lil with some of the filler Iterators. here's the list of names that i'm slowly workin on to develop into enough of people for my tastes
most well defined of these rn are: Orion, Spore, Gem, Expiation, Rustle, NAE NAE BITCH (Embrace), Vapor and kind of Sadness
with Presence being... finished on account of literally being just IKEA memes the Iterator. that was sister's idea, not mine jglksdmcklsd he's a hippie during the day, creepy fuck during the night. one never knows what's goin on with him, but he's usually sweet n helpful. probably stands in dark hallways with a knife in hand right next to Notos tho. it also has a knife in hand
Orion's Pathway is slowly gaining on importance and characterization!
(quick concept doodle, very much subject to change yet but the mark is most likely gon stay)
he's the 3rd eldest Iterator of the Eo group, finished and brought online about 190 years (Or Honestly More, Fuckers Big n it is all very early on yet) after Boreas' construction. bein the Third means he actually got to socialize with Boreas' antisocial bum (and Zephyr too). all of the Iterator social business that Boreas doesn't wanna deal with he throws at This Kid until Euros comes around. then the two get to share Boreas' "i really don't wanna do this, here you kids go" shit
Orion might look all cool and stuff, but the idea of him wasn't actually even born out of the constellation/myth originally! the idea and also color palette all (will) come from the czech chocolate by the same name
fuckin Love this shit.
and just like Orion Chocolate Shop's milk chocolate, Orion's Pathway is a sweet, soft kid that is just a delight to interact with. unlike Boreas, he's an actual angel without any blemishes. he's like the Prince Charming (cinderella 3) of the Iterators... he looks up to ol' Bee a lot <3 his voice claim is Ebucs as of rn
Orion is positioned here on the map (aaaand das Spore right under him <3):
which is Important cuz this darling fucker actually has lore that is very location specific
he serves as something of a physical border/something of a custom office(???) to the Frost's Promise group. works well with how much of a geographical choke point that there is. originally, this wasn't the case including his whole helmet look, but if u caught the whisper of that one war with Iterators in it that i mentioned, then this was it. that changed Orion from a regular Iterator to something of a border guard. the war was between the Ancients of the Eo group and the Frost's Promise group. it happened in the first quarter of Gen 2 ages, so Fish was already around but not Euros
he doesn't actually have a sword n a shield with his puppet, that is mostly mural and such stuff, but the helmet was added to make him look inspiring to his citizens n intimidating to the enemy whenever his image would be projected for whatever reason
he's also something of an old school Phone Operator and had the unofficial title of being the Chief of it just because of his age. after Euros shows up and gets the full hang of the communication systems + handling of the Aeolus Root, most of all Orion's Phone Operator privilages are stripped from him ("oh thank the void." he says, overworked and tired and so excited to get some time for himself. this little hyperactive red fuck is gonna handle it all Just Fine)
stuff for some other filler Iterators:
• Spore's whole thing was that she was originally meant to be one of the first medicine focused Iterator facilities. her placement in the shroom place was done on purpose because as we all know shrooms can get a lil funny in the RW universe. this went wrong though, when the spores of the shrooms got into her systems and started parasiting on her neurons similarly to cordyceps with ants. that is what those jellyfish lookin things stuck on her are!! parasitic neurons already tryin to take her over
a big part of Mission Self-preservation in her case was saving her from the fate that we see her succumbed to at the start of the Ascending Notos comic
- her voice claim is something like... Fluttershy but with a Minion from Despicable Me effect/feel to it??? this is the real blorbo of the Eo group fuck everybody else
• this is NAE. NAE is a bastard
often bitches about how stupid his name is. then two weeks after the Mass Ascension his arms just kinda Fall Off and he's like "OOOOOH. OOOOOOOOH. *OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!* WELL *SOME-FUCKING-BODY* IS GIGGLING FROM THE BOTTOM OF THEIR VOID STAINED BATHTUB, AREN'T THEY. MOTHER. **FUCKER.**"
- he's Euros' neighbour and his Mechanic at that time came to help Sparrows out with the 1st Rot situation. Euros likes annoying him a lot
• Gem in an Eye is going to be based off of a witch a lil, she's gonna do shit with ✨ crystals ✨ (she's an asshole)
• Sordid Expiation will be based off of a nun and will be bitchily religious (unlike Fish who is funnily religious- he's like a conspiracy theorist while Expiation is all serious bleeeeegh boooooo 👎)
- Gem and Expiation have a playful rivarly going on, crystals vs religion. with Spore in the friend group, medicine joins in, but when she gets worse with those parasitic shrooms she stops joining in on the play-arguments
• Raspy Rustle's voice claim is AnnenMayKantereit and he is a Sweetheart. he and Reed get mistaken for each other often because of the initials n they might end up havin similar chat clrs too. both find it very funny
• Vapor is based around the vaporwave aesthetic and is Notos' neighbour. so you have this goth bitch who doesn't care for attention and right next to it is this pastel neon chillax'd music star who cares a LOT for attention (like that one meme with the houses...). her mark is that vaporwave sun and it's splattered all over her face instead of just on the forehead
• Sadness is based off of Sad Machine by Porter Robinson- her clr palette will be sampled from the album cover n her voice claim is That song as well. she's closeby to Fish and Likes Writing Poems :')
#Spot says stuff#rw#oc tag#oc: filler iterators#filler means at this point that they dont have That much relevance to the main plot like the Anemoi + Fish n i will not go Too hog on-#-givin em much characterization and society building. believe it or not but Orion still doesnt pass the Big Boy Char check for me#oh fuck it actually Orion gets his own tag#oc: orion's pathway
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Alias
part one - part two
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: At the end of part one, you were stuck with a bouquet that had been delivered to your work place with a note attached to it from Joe (or should I say Steven?). Attached to it was his number. Not only that, but he also mentioned hiding a note in the book he gifted you. A lot to digest, that's for sure. Which step are you gonna take next?
CW / disclaimer: rpf (don't read if it's not your jam), fem!reader, fluff, wee bit of sadness gifted in a comfortable blanket (i hope)
Author's note: I genuinely did not expect the love for part one, for which I want to thank you all a lot! I'll save the rest of my ramble for my note at the end. One quick thing though: Irish Tom makes an appearance. If you've got no idea who that is, then you're probably not on Twitter much, because he's a big deal over there. Simply put, it's the nickname that was given to Joe in the green shirt downing a guinness in that one music video. That's all you need to know really :) Enjoy!!
Word count: 16k (almost 17k - oops)
Your hand scrubbed the rag back and forth on the beat of Meghan Trainer’s “Made You Look” that blasted through your speakers. At least, until the stain seemed too stubborn for you to keep a casual pace and you started aggressively picking up the speed, only to slow down when your arm got tired. The song hadn’t been your decision, but rather the random radio station you had put on as you didn’t want to be indecisive about which music to pick for cleaning. While it had been fun that your friend came over for drinks, her spilling red wine over your carpet and you being too drunk to notice until the next morning certainly didn’t feel great. The carpet was a light taupe and you actually loved the feeling of it under your bare feet in the morning, so you weren’t ready to say goodbye to it just yet. Maybe you should ask your mom. Or Deniz. After all, he had been going on non-stop about these cleaning videos that he was totally obsessed with lately. If you were honest with yourself though, you knew you weren’t going to contact Deniz. You avoided him outside of work because of this one question he kept repeating:
“Have you texted him yet?”
And your answer would always be the same.
“No.”
It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to text him. Oh you wanted to. Badly. But what if he had changed his mind?
“Ridiculous,” Deniz had said, when you brought this excuse up for the umpteenth time. “Even if he regretted putting the note in your book, which he doesn’t, I assure you, he still wouldn’t have sent you flowers, Y/N. That wouldn’t make sense. Didn’t you say this guy is very careful with social media and all that stuff? Yet he was willing to risk giving out his number, not knowing you all that well. And he did it twice. This man didn’t make that decision on a whim. Or maybe he did, but it was a very confident first whim. The second time was definitely less of a whim.”
“Stop saying whim, it’s starting to sound weird when I think about it for too long,” you had grumbled, avoiding the subject.
“All I’m saying is if you, of all people, have ruined the cover of your book by opening and closing the book too often, I think the least you can do is text the man responsible for it. Just tell him that you’re mad and move on.”
Through the crack of your open bedroom door you could see the book Joe had given you on your nightstand. A too precious of a place for something you were trying to ignore. The thing was, you didn’t actually want to ignore it. And it was his fault that the cover of the paperback wasn’t sitting snugly on the story anymore but was lifting upwards, slightly bent at the ends. It was infuriating. You always went through a whole ordeal to ensure your books looked as neat as they did when you bought them. But then someone called Joseph had had the audacity to stick a note in between, and you, not wanting to move the note too much, had decided it would be best to just look at it from that position. Which resulted in you opening the book far too often to check if it was all real. Even if you had a very real wilting bouquet of flowers on your dinner table. No amount of proof was ever going to be enough to let it sink into your brain that you hadn’t just gone completely delusional. As much as you had seen Joe, the unapologetically British man, in those two days, you couldn’t shake that he was also still very much Joseph, the actor. You had been standing in front of the mirror, trying to convince yourself that even an actor could want you for who you were. And maybe it was true. But he wasn’t just an actor. He was Joseph, the actor. The unapologetically British man that was stupidly funny, handsome, had the right balance of wit and sarcasm and had a sense of style that made you want to eat your shoes. Everything just fit.
“And on the phone we have Steven—” The radio announced, and you groaned loudly.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” you grumbled, getting up to rinse off the rag. The crack in the door was looming, calling for you like an annoying, attention seeking ray of sunshine that would take away all of your vision on a foggy morning. It worked. You gave it attention.
As you took the book in hand, you sat down on the edge of your bed and opened it. The note was still there. You had it pretty much memorized by now. Which was not something that had been on your to do list for the week, but it happened anyway.
Surprise! I doubt I’ll have the guts to ask you any other way before I have to leave, so I’m writing this in the comfort of my hotel room beforehand and hope to find a smart way to give it to you.
If you like, I’d love to take you sightseeing sometime. Let’s discuss details over the phone, yeah? Here’s my number: +44793XXXXXXX
x Joe. Or Steven. Whatever you prefer at this point, really.
A week had already passed by now. Actually, it was a little over a week. If you waited even longer, he was going to think you didn’t want to talk to him. Which frankly was the last thing you wanted to achieve, but the fact that you had already waited more than a week to respond made that a nagging thought regardless. You knew you should just text him already. Get it over with. Whatever happened after was for then to worry about, right? It would be a waste to just… do nothing. That simply wasn’t an option. Your bed was a comfortable place to toss and turn around on with your phone, typing and erasing texts, over and over. Nothing seemed right. Did you have to apologize? Of course you did. You had ignored him and his pretty bouquet for more than a week. That was rude. And you had ignored the note as well, even though you had only found it after receiving the flowers. To him that was over two weeks ago already. Great. Your brain provided you with an endless cycle of worries and reasons why this would end like a shit show.
Hi Joe, it’s Y/N. Sorry for the late response to your card. I loved the flowers a lot. I had indeed not found the note until you mentioned it, so good call! Sightseeing with you sounds lovely. I hope you’re doing alright! x Y/N
You despised the text. Nothing felt right. It was either too forward or too formal. Too cold or too desperate. It would be nice if he could smell your desperation through the text and perceive it as something beautiful. As soon as you hit send, you regret it. But there was also a sense of relief. And a newfound dread. What if it’s not really his number? What if he reads it but has already moved on to someone else he happened to meet at an event and deemed interesting enough? It was horrifying. To keep your body and mind occupied, you did a thorough cleaning of the rest of your apartment before going out and offering the neighbor to walk their dog. It was an elderly woman named Bertie, who always appreciated it whenever you offered to take her poodle Suzie on a long walk. While she was capable of letting Suzie out herself still, long walks were no longer an option for her. And so, you found yourself looking at a manic poodle who was no longer pearly white, but a combination of green and brown from the grass and mud she had been running and rolling around in. Which was fine, as she had an appointment at the dog groomer waiting for her tomorrow anyway.
The amount of times that your phone had left your pocket to sit idly in your hand while you waited for the screen to light up had risen to an incredibly embarrassingly high number. He could be busy. Your time zones were a little off, but not enough to think it would be a highly inconvenient time. At least, if he was in London. Who knew where the man was at, with his busy schedule. Once you realized that you might have texted him at a weird time, your worries only increased. Surely he had enough experience with receiving texts at odd times by now? You groaned in frustration at being able to do nothing else but wait and were met with a funny look from a passerby. As much as you wanted to prolong your stay at the dog park, after a while even hyperactive Suzie had had enough and it was time to go home. On the way back you received a number of messages of which none were from Joe, resulting in you muting a couple of group chats and even a few people that you just didn’t want to let become the cause of one of your mini heart attacks right now.
The evening set and after a lousy dinner, you watched a comfort show on Netflix just to make time go faster. You figured he might give you a hard time and take his sweet time to respond, but you hoped he would spare you the horror. The horror you had so selfishly not spared him in return. Not that he would have been staring at his phone like you were doing right now, surely. Eventually, sleep got the better of you and you dragged your tired mind to bed. You fell into a fairly easy slumber after tiring your mind with overthinking. At least, until your phone started to buzz.
“Fuck me,” Joe mumbled to himself, looking at his phone with squinting eyes, the light being way too bright for his current state. Waking up to have this be the first thing he saw aside from the ceiling was not what he had anticipated for this morning. He read the text over and over, pinching himself as he very much felt like he was still asleep. His heart was steadily picking up the pace. By now he had honestly not expected you to text him. It had been over two weeks after all. One if you hadn’t seen the first note. He’d assumed that you would have texted him sooner if you had been willing to meet up. The text felt a little stand-offish somehow. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but then again he also couldn’t think of another way of forming those sentences to make it less… awkward? His note had been awkward too. Both of them. He groaned tiredly as he put his phone down to rub his face with his hands, only to pick it up to look at it again. At least you had texted him back, right?
Joe had had a pretty rough week. The first one had been pure agony already, but after not hearing from you a second time, he was sure he had misread the signs you apparently had not given him. He was single for a reason. It had been the third day of moping around after sending you the flowers that Andrew, one of his best mates whose apartment he was currently residing at, had told him to suck it up. There was no way in hell this woman didn’t like him, according to his mate.
“You’re the internet boyfriend now, no woman is gonna pass that up even if you looked like a donkey’s arse,” Andrew had told him, “and believe it or not, you don’t look like a donkey’s arse.”
Well wasn’t that lovely to know. Could definitely add that to his CV. It didn’t matter what Andrew said, though. He could care less about being the internet boyfriend or the knowledge that women would throw themselves at him given the chance. He only cared whether you had any interest in doing so, and preferably not in a ‘throwing yourself at him’ kind of way, but rather a ‘I am genuinely interested in you as a person and would love to get to know you better’ kind of way. Dating was a drag as it was, and the addition of becoming this internet sensation had only made it worse. He didn’t trust that the women he went on dates with actually went with him because of his silly one liners, or his music taste, or his knowledge of food. He could usually tell by the glint in their eyes whenever he started to bring his work into the conversation. It was the worst. And the best, because he hadn’t seen that familiar glint in your eyes in the slightest.
His eyes were still glued to his phone when he dragged himself out of the guest room, through the living room and towards the bathroom. What should he text back? He vaguely noticed movement on the couch from the corner of his eye, yet wasn’t alerted by it until he connected the sounds coming from that same direction to a certain leisure activity. His eyes flew up automatically as a high pitched voice shrieked, followed by the distressed voice of Andrew. The latter quickly scrambled to grab a blanket to cover what seemed to be a woman he was hooking up with. In the morning? A quick glance at the scattered clothes on the ground made Joe guess that they hadn’t slept yet.
“Uh— Shit, sorry,” Joe apologized quickly, averting his eyes and making his way to the bathroom a little quicker. He suddenly felt very naked in just his boxer briefs, even though he was the only one in the room wearing any clothes currently. Blankets didn’t count.
“You’re good,” Andrew sighed after he quickly guided the woman to his room and stuck his head outside, “I thought you were supposed to be gone like an hour ago? That event?”
Joe turned around and gaped at him for a good five seconds before looking down at his phone. Fuck. Fuck.
“What got you so distracted?” His mate asked, noting that it was quite out of character for Joe to be late.
“She texted.”
“Y/N?”
“Y/N.”
“I told you she would. See? Fussing about and for what?” Andrew grinned, before glancing subtly into his room. “Anyway… I got something to do here.”
“You mean someone,” Joe pointed out dryly. This got a hearty laugh out of Andrew who disappeared into his room and resumed undisturbed this time. Within fifteen minutes, Joe found himself in an uber, which must have been a record. His hair looked a bit wild, but otherwise he was presentable. He took out his phone again, trying to think of what to say, when he got a text from his stylist asking where he was. Perhaps he’d reply later, then.
There had been no time to calmly put together a text to send you. He didn’t want to rush it, not now that you had finally replied. And now it was already evening. Instead of going back to the apartment straight away, he found himself at a rooftop bar with an outlook on the beach where he had had dinner and a drink. Still holding the Guinness in his hand, which he had been surprised to see on the menu at a bar like this, he watched as a flock of birds flew across the horizon where the sun was already setting so low it had taken most of its light away. Looking down at his phone again he shook his head and decided to just call you instead. About ten seconds in of listening to the beeping and absently wondering if the sunset had looked as pretty in London tonight as it did here right now in Los Angeles, he suddenly clasped his hand over his mouth and hung up the call with panicky fingers. Shit shit shit.
As you were from Europe, the time difference could well mean that he had just called you at possibly four in the morning, if not later. Way to make a first ‘distanced’ impression, Joe, he thought meekly. His screen suddenly lit up and in his haste he turned down your call, thinking he had accidentally been pressing things and called you again. He groaned out loud now, his hand finding his face to drag his fingers from his forehead down to his chin, an exasperated sigh following it.
“Right, that’s it,” he mumbled to himself. He was just going to call you again. Fuck up once, fuck up twice, might as well just pay the price.
“Hello?” You asked hesitantly, wondering if he was going to hang up again. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest.
“Uhm, hi! Sorry? Sorry. I didn’t think of the timezones. And then I accidentally hung up on you,” Joe said nervously on the other end. “We could call tomorrow, if— if you want, of course.”
“That sounds like a smart idea,” you agreed with a soft chuckle. “But first I want to say thank you, for the flowers, and the note. I really liked them both. Sorry if my text was, I don’t know, weird.” You winced at your rambling but a subtle laugh from him made up for it instantly.
“A little,” he agreed and you could literally hear him smiling, confirmed by a soft giggle leaving his lips. “It’s always a little awkward, isn’t it? I hope I didn’t push you to respond, with the flowers and all that.”
“Oh, no! Not at all. I was just overthinking it, delaying my response. Sorry about that.”
“No, no, it’s okay. Me too. At first. I kind of nearly called your office but decided against it,” he admitted. You couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of the reaction that would have had in the office. More than a few people had been jealous to hear that it had ended up being Joe instead of David, wanting to know all about it. Melody and Petra in particular. You had kept it professional, leaving out that you had had dinner and met up the day after. Nevertheless, their jealousy was evident. Had either of them picked up the phone… Remembering that you were still on a call you quickly shrugged it off.
“Oh that would have been a disaster, you’d never hear the end of it.”
“Is that so? Why’s that?”
“Some people at the office have the hots for you,” you said casually, earning a surprised hum from the other end.
“Do they now?” A quiet beat. “Have I met them? At the event, by any chance?” The question itself was innocent, his tone of voice however, was not. Was he flirting? A smile crept onto your lips as you tried to remain calm, your heart beating in your chest so loud you were scared he could hear it all the way over wherever he was.
“Not all of them. Do you want me to slip them your number?”
You heard him chuckle softly.
“Nah, I’m good. I recently met someone, kind of wanting to see where things will go with them.”
“Mmh, I see. Well, the offer stands,” you say lightly, although there was obviously no way in hell that you would ever give his number to the likes of them. If he wanted them to have his number, he could send them flowers. “Where are you now anyway?”
“LA. Flying back the day after tomorrow though.”
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were still incredibly tired. Which meant you had to yawn almost every 30 seconds to your own annoyance.
“Oh that’s,” another yawn escaped your mouth, “...nice. Sorry. How is it?”
“Maybe I should let you sleep,” he voiced kindly. “How about I call you again tomorrow? Or text, if you prefer that. I don’t want you to wake up exhausted tomorrow, or, in a few hours I should say.”
“No. It’s still today.” Another yawn. “Tomorrow comes after I really wake up.”
Joe let out a gentle laugh.
“Okay, tomorrow it is.”
“Maybe text first though, just in case.”
“Alright, will do. Well, uhm, good night then, yeah.”
You chuckled softly.
“Goodnight Joe.”
“Night Y/N.”
The next day you spent the majority of your time working on a training you were supposed to give some interns on Friday while trying hard to not check your phone all the time. If he was going to become the reason your hand was chronically glued to your phone, he would have to pay up. You weren’t sure how yet, but you’d think of something. When your phone lit up right as you were making yourself a coffee, you had expected it to be Deniz as you had just sent him some files to check. Working on the weekends wasn’t exactly your favorite and it wasn’t exactly the way things were supposed to go, but you made do. Something had to be done for you to be able to pay the rent. Your heart skipped a beat when it wasn’t Deniz, but Joe.
Hey x
Hope you slept well
You hadn’t, but you weren’t going to tell him that.
Hi x Like a baby. What about you?
So… you woke up four times a night, crying for god knows what?
The corners of your mouth turned up into a smile and you found yourself typing back immediately, throwing all texting rules in the wind. He replied fast as well, so why shouldn’t you? Despite your eagerness you still took a sip from your well deserved coffee first.
Something like that! Except I woke up only once, because someone decided to call me in the middle of the night…
What a jerk. Did you tell him to fuck off?
Not exactly… we’re kind of texting.
Hmmm, not sure that’s the best idea… How about you call me instead? I’m fun
You’re fun?
Very
I dare you to prove it.
Not even ten seconds later, Joe called you. Did a silly impression of an actor you had no idea of, but you laughed anyway. It was the way he presented it, the sillyness, the charming giggle at the end. After that, he finally answered your question whether he had slept well, which he had, and he told you about his plans in LA for the upcoming days. You told him about your plans for the week, which were sadly mostly work related. As your conversation progressed, Joe seemed to dilly dally around a subject, which you certainly weren’t going to bring up yourself, but you really hoped he would. Finally, he cleared his throat after expressing his love for this little Italian place he had discovered yesterday. A short silence pursued, almost too long to not comment on it, but then he spoke up.
“So… the note. I was thinking, if you can get time off that is, as it’s a bit short notice, but maybe we could meet up next week? Friday 'till Sunday?”
“Oh, gosh, I’ll have to ask. But where do you want to meet? I know you mentioned sightseeing, but…”
“Amsterdam. I’ll arrange the hotel, separate rooms of course, you just have to get there. We could meet at the airport, go to the hotel together if you like.”
“I’m not sure if I have the budget for all of that,” you admitted hesitantly, already cursing yourself for being honest and possibly ruining the best opportunity in romance you’d ever had. Joseph hummed, sounding like he was taking in your words thoughtfully before responding.
“Oh, if the plane ticket is too expensive I can—“
“No no no, I just meant everything as a whole,” you said quickly.
“All you have to worry about is the plane ticket. The rest is on me.”
“Joe, I can’t… that’s too much.” You didn’t even want to think about what it would cost him, the answer would be the same no matter what: Too much. As much as you wanted to see him, you weren’t the type of person to just blindly accept huge gifts from someone. Not even people you were close to. So for him to offer a weekend getaway on his behalf was a lot to digest.
“Look, I really want to see you again. If the three days are a little much we could just meet up once and leave it at that, treat the rest as a little break from work. No obligations whatsoever. How’s that sound?” he asked you then. You noticed he sounded nervous. Not in an obvious way, rather that he seemed to be holding onto his breath, waiting for your answer.
“Only if you let me pay you back as soon as I can,” you demanded. It went against your principles to accept, but how could you not? This compromise made it a little easier to agree, and after some hesitation Joe went along with it.
“Alright, sure. Why not. Deal.”
“And of course I’d love to spend the majority of those days with you.” You didn’t want to say all, as it could possibly imply something. The fact that you were literally traveling to another country to meet up with a man you honestly barely knew was already enough of a challenge as it was, no matter how charming he was. You couldn’t help but ponder over the weirdness of it all. Wouldn’t normal people text longer instead? Keep it long distance? Then again, maybe he had become so used to traveling that perhaps it didn’t feel like that big of a deal. Or maybe he just wanted to see you as badly as you did him.
“Great! And I mean it, no obligations. If you change your mind after spending a never ending boring Friday with me, you’re free to change plans. Obviously. But I wanted to emphasize it,” he assured you.
“I’ll still have to get the okay from my boss though. There’s a possibility I might have to bring along some work… To get him to say yes.”
Joe understood that it wasn’t always easy to get days off from work which of course was no surprise. With the promise of immediately asking your boss, you eventually hung up. You decided to call your boss instead of text or email him, wanting to get an immediate response. Surprisingly, he agreed to your day off as long as you would do some extra hours the next week and still gave the interns their training on Friday evening. It wasn’t perfect, but certainly better than you had expected it to go. When you told Joe the good news, he was delighted.
That’s brilliant! I’ll find us a nice place to stay. Whenever you have time, can you let me know which flight you want to take? I’ll do my best to find one around the same hour. As for Friday, that’s a bit of a bummer, but it’ll be fine. I’m really excited! x
Up until Friday, you texted throughout the day whenever you could find the time. With your busy schedules and the time difference it wasn’t exactly easy to get quick responses, but you both found yourselves glued to your phones when you realized the other had a moment of free time to chat. You discussed the sightseeing that you wanted to do and decided on at least two that you had previously mentioned. It felt almost criminal how easy it was to talk to him. How normal it felt to be meeting him again in a couple days.
After his unwavering support, you had decided to tell Deniz about it. Not just for that reason, but also because you knew he would be texting you nonstop if you didn’t show up at work without telling him why. You had FaceTimed and his shiteating grin had been impossible to wipe from his face.
“Oh he is down bad, sister,” Deniz purred and you vigorously shook your head in front of your phone, getting a laugh out of your work bestie.
“He is! Paying for a hotel and whatnot? For three days straight, in another country? Come on Y/N. I know you’re a bit oblivious sometimes but you can’t be this oblivious,” he told you.
“As if you wouldn’t be if you were in my shoes!” You protested meekly. “It’s really weird, okay? He’s big.”
When Deniz nearly choked on his water and started to belt a mixture of coughing and laughter, you rolled your eyes.
“I mean as an actor. You know what I meant. Why am I even explaining it to you,” you sighed. Deniz shrugged, a grin still evident on his face.
“Oh I don’t know, getting a rise out of you is fun. So, tomorrow? What time?”
“I’m arriving just past one. He’ll be there a little sooner so if he can make it he’ll wait at my gate. If not, he’s going to text me where else to meet him.”
“I’m so excited for you.”
You smiled, nervous butterflies stealing the show in your stomach.
“So am I.”
FRIDAY Amsterdam 01:25 PM
The suitcase felt too heavy as you hastily made your way down to where you were going to meet Joe. His flight had been slightly delayed, meaning you would be out at around the same time. So instead of waiting at the terminal, he had offered to wait near the exit towards the trains.
You spotted him from a mile away. There was something about the way he stood there, suitcase in hand, standing straight while trying to blend in with everyone else in the area, wearing a black hat and sunglasses on top of them. Oh, Joe. He was wearing a white T-shirt and loose blue jeans, Adidas underneath. It was a nice, casual outfit. His jacket lay discarded on the suitcase. Although you spotted him quickly, it took him having you stand right in front of him to snap out of his daydream. If you could, you would have wanted to replay the way his face lit up upon seeing you over and over again.
“Y/N!” He stepped forward, his luggage forgotten as he pulled you into a tight hug. You wrapped your arm around him and you could smell his perfume as he tucked his chin into the crevice of your neck. It didn’t feel real yet that you were actually seeing him in real life again, but when his scent soared into your nostrils like a memory never forgotten, it sunk in. You answered his beaming smile with one of your own. “How was your flight?” He asked as he pulled back, keeping his hands on your elbows.
“Joe,” you said, greeting him back at last. “It was alright, yours?” He shrugged.
“Apart from the delay, it went pretty smoothly. Did you have lunch yet?” You nodded, suddenly feeling a little shy around him.
“Cat got your tongue?” He asked with a soft smile as you started to walk towards the exit that led to the trains.
“Sorry, no, just a bit nervous.”
“Well that makes two of us,” he smirked, lightly nudging you with his elbow. “I was thinking we could go to Anne Frank’s house after we get settled in our rooms? I assume we need less time for that one than the other stuff so the afternoon should be fine, according to the reviews. Of course, we can also just grab a drink if you’d rather relax today.” His eyes flicked to your face to check your expression, only to remove his gaze again as soon as you looked up. On top of that, his jacket had slipped off his suitcase and with a soft curse word he turned around to pick it up. That man was nervous.
“I think that’s a great idea, the first one. We’ll have time to relax in the evening, won’t we?” You offered kindly, your smile adding to the attempt to relax him even though you weren’t relaxed yourself at all. Somehow it was easier to pretend that you were because he clearly displayed the opposite. It seemed to help, as his shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Yeah, you’re right!” He turned to look at the departure times of the trains, trying to find the right one. “Let’s see…”
“Platform 8, right?” You offered, pointing to the left screen. Joe turned to look at you shortly and smiled before he let you lead him to the ticket station. You had been here several times before after all, it only made sense. The train ride was fairly short, so you decided to stay in the section near the doors where you sat down on tip-up seats instead of getting into a compartment. Due to the noise from the train that’s always louder in these in-between sections, you didn’t really talk. Instead, you gazed out of the small windows from the train door next to you, and Joe was doing the same on the opposite side. Or so you thought. In reality, he was watching you.
Joe didn’t even wait to ask to carry your suitcase up the stairs when you realized the elevator was out of service. Didn’t wait for the other elevator to be cleaned, just hoisted up both your suitcases and started walking up the stairs. All the way up to the fifth floor. Your rooms weren’t next to one another due to unavailability, but they were in the same hallway with only about seven or eight rooms in between. After Joe guided you to your room, he excused himself to freshen up and change into something ‘more appropriate’ whatever that might have meant. In all honesty he didn’t even know the answer to that himself, he just needed to get rid of his sweaty T-shirt. Although it wasn’t exactly necessary, you felt the need to change as well, and swapped your T-shirt for a nice green top with a three quarter sleeve. Since the rest of your outfit was neutral and leaned to a pretty much colorless aesthetic, the pop of green worked delightfully for your overall appearance. You touched up your makeup just slightly, which only consisted of a bit of eyeshadow and mascara. When you looked into the mirror you debated adding more, but the gentle knock on the door stopped you from doing so.
“It’s Joe.” His voice came through the door. You had assumed as much, although nowadays it didn’t hurt to make yourself known just in case. When you opened the door, his eyes only widened slightly before a relaxed smile settled on his lips.
“Hey,” he said softly. “You ready?”
You nodded and quickly walked back to grab your jacket. “I am now.”
Joe had changed into a white button down, rolled up at the sleeves, same jeans, same shoes. Instead of his suitcase, his arm had now taken the role of carrying his jacket. Once you had left the hotel, it turned out that Joe knew exactly where to go and how to get there. Had it all planned out. When you mentioned it, a blush tainted his cheeks. It remained for the rest of the ride, although he did try to pretend that it was hot on the tram as an excuse for the pink shade.
“Just thought it would be nice if we didn’t have to think about all that on the spot,” he had said, and you could only agree.
After a fairly short time of waiting in line in front of the museum, you were allowed in. For the most part, the museum consisted of photos and tiny descriptions about the people that had been part of Anne’s life. It wasn’t a big museum, but it felt like one of those that you just had to have seen at least once in your life. There was a picture wall in Anne Frank’s room, and of course the famous bookcase where they had hidden behind. Joe took it all in quietly, just like you, and occasionally nudged you if he saw something he wanted to share. You went ahead on the small staircase that led to the attic and held out his hand for balance.
“Thank you,” you said softly, not wanting to disturb the people who were lost in their own thoughts. It bothered you a bit that you were at a loss on what to say to him. You had FaceTimed, texted, called, with not all that much awkwardness and now he stood next to you, his brows furrowed as he examined the room in full concentration, his hands behind his back, you had nothing to say. It worried you that he might find you boring, although he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. You just weren’t sure. The gift shop had you occupied for a little while, mostly just to admire all the different products they had based on Anne and her story.
You decided to go for a walk until you found something to get a drink, which resulted in you ending up at The Dam. It was nice to have a familiar sight where you had already been with him. Your eyes fell on a stall where you noticed the famous stroopwafels that you hadn’t had last time. After Joe had left at the bookstore last time, you had settled on getting some store bought ones, which were good but never as nice as the ones they prepared right on the spot.
“Have you ever had fresh, uhm, no idea how to pronounce this but… stroopwafels before?” You asked Joe curiously. He snapped his head towards you, immediately out of his trance that he had gotten into due to a comfortable silence and having lots of things around him to take in.
“I haven’t, is it good?” His eyes flicked over to the stall, following your gaze towards it after you nodded. He watched how a couple took one each and seemed pretty delighted after a bite. He focused on you again and found himself unable to look away from your pretty face. It was obvious you were craving one and you looked rather cute while doing so.
“You want one?”
“Yes, and I’m paying,” you said immediately before his hand could even move an inch towards his wallet. “They sell drinks too, want anything?”
“Y/N, you really don’t have to—”
“Come on, Joe. You’re not gonna win this argument,” you told him with a soft smile. He narrowed his eyes at you for a couple seconds and then caved, seeing that you were determined.
“I would love a coffee, thank you.”
“And a stroopwafel I presume?”
“Uhm— yes! Please.”
Joe scratched the back of his neck as he joined you in the short line in front of the stall and you couldn’t help but smile at his demeanor.
“What is it?” Joe wanted to know, curiosity getting the better of him after spending a couple minutes fidgeting with his sleeve, readjusting it.
“Nothing, just thought you looked cute.” When Joe’s eyes widened just slightly, yours nearly bulged out of their sockets as you scrambled together another response. “I— I mean, just—”
“No, no you're fine! I actually have been wanting to mention that you look really pretty today,” he said bashfully, his hand going back up to his neck to soothe his nerves a little. “Green suits you really well,” he managed to add.
“Oh, thank you, you’re making me shy now,” you mumbled softly, a shy smile on your lips. Joe smiled in return and nudged your side gently.
“Me too.”
“Volgende. Volgende! Oh… tourists. Next! Come on lovebirds, there's a line here.” The lady from the stall looked at you both impatiently and you hurriedly told her your order after you apologized. A few minutes later you had found yourselves a place to sit with a nice view of the performers on the square. Joe groaned in delight as soon as he got through his first bite and looked at you with big eyes.
“This is delicious! So fucking good— Sorry. I’ve got a foul mouth sometimes,” he said, though not really sounding sorry at all.
“Oh come on, no need to pretend like you care,” you smirked. “Swear away. It’s good, right? I can never skip it when I’m here.” Joe grinned and quickly covered his mouth and shrugged as he did before he replied.
“I mean I do care a little bit. Just trying to make a good impression I guess. Well neither will I from here on out, I know that much.”
“You’ve left a great impression already, I doubt you’ll taint it by a bit of swearing Joe.” You meant what you said, how could you not? He had literally gone out of his way to meet you again in the Netherlands to live out the plan you had had in mind for his last day before everything changed. He had sent you flowers. He had sent you sweet good night messages on occasion. There was nothing that he could—
“Thank you, by the way, for this.” He held up the stroopwafel and you smiled warmly as you gave him a nod. The man even showed his gratitude for something small while he had been treating you to so much already.
“It’s my pleasure.”
Yeah. There was nothing that he could do to jeopardize all that. And as of right now, all he had been doing so far was lift your impression of him even higher up the scale.
After having dinner together at the hotel, which was just for convenience, you had to give the training to your interns. None of them seemed very happy having to do that on a Friday evening, but your company did more questionable things like that, which they were sadly used to by now. Joe had given you some privacy and retreated to his own room while you sat in your own with your laptop, background blurred. You tried to keep the training as short as possible which the interns greatly appreciated and you told them to send any lingering questions to your email, as none of them seemed very insistent on keeping the call on any longer than necessary. It was after you shut your laptop down that you noticed you had a text. There was a photo attached to it.
Is your minibar also filled with this stuff?
You smiled and checked out your minibar which indeed showed the same contents as Joe had. Several bottles of wine, gin, tequila and vodka. Considering everything was probably insanely expensive,you quickly closed the minibar just to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally break something.
Yeah, it is!
It took less than fifteen seconds for Joe to respond.
Oh, you’re done? Wanna come over?
To your room?
Yeah
Oh dear. There was no way you were going to say no to that. Before you could even had a chance to overthink on what to respond he added:
Wear something comfortable
While you surely hadn’t intended for Joe to see you in anything but normal clothes, you still found yourself putting on your sports leggings and a T-shirt before heading over to his room. You gently knocked once and could hear his hurried footsteps as he made his way to the door.
“Hey you,” he greeted you with a smile as he stepped aside to let you in. Your rooms were pretty much identical apart from the fact that your armchair was yellow and his was a dark green.
“Hi, sorry it took so long,” you apologized, which in turn made Joe shake his head.
“No need, it’s work. I get that,” he told you while his gaze lingered on you, as if to say of all people, he’d definitely understand. “I was thinking we could maybe watch something. I got us some snacks and drinks from a local supermarket,” he explained as he sat down on the perfectly made up bed.
“I’d love that,” you told him with a smile and you hesitantly sat down on the other side of his bed, watching how he lifted his legs upon which you mirrored after taking your shoes off. He had already propped the pillows up behind himself and quickly reached over to do the same for you before you even had a chance to lean back. With the remote in hand, he started browsing through the hotel’s catalog and pointed out a few options.
“I’ve heard Miracle Workers is fun,” you mentioned after he had scrolled for a bit.
“Sure, let’s watch that.”
After going through the process of renting the first episode, he poured you both some drinks and put the bags of chips and candy in between the two of you.
“How was the work thing?”
“Oh, it was fine. We all wrapped it up as quickly as we could and we’ll deal with the rest on Monday.”
Joe nodded as he had just popped some candy into his mouth and made a funny gesture as he tried to speed up the process.
“That’s good. My god that took forever.”
You felt very aware of his presence next to you as you watched the show and you tried really hard not to be distracted. In a futile attempt to ground yourself you put both of your hands flat on the bed next to you, trying to focus on the soft sheets rather than the Sounds of his dry chuckles that made your heart skip a beat. He seemed completely engrossed in it, as if it was all that was left of his world now. Him and the TV show. You firmly believed he had forgotten about you even being there until you felt a warm hand cover yours and grab it. You didn’t dare to look at him at first, but when you did his eyes were still trained on the screen, his cheeks carrying a pinkish tint to them.
“I think that guy is gonna mess it all up. What’s his name again?”
“Alf…red? Brian? I don’t know.”
Joe snorted. “Yeah those names are absolutely similar too. Anyway, you know who I mean, yeah?”
You nodded and you felt him squeeze your hand for just a second. Just a subtle reminder that he was still in fact aware of your hand in his. It took him about 40 minutes and another rental to start stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. You sat like that for the rest of six or seven episodes, which made grabbing snacks somewhat of a challenge although Joe made sure to hold out one of the bags to you regularly. Occasionally either of you would comment on the show and you’d discuss or laugh about it and everything just felt very natural. Apart from the fact that it all happened in a hotel room, maybe.
“How do you feel about going to the Van Gogh museum tomorrow? It’s the last weekend of the exhibition,” he suggested, his thumb still running slow circles on your hand as he turned his head to look at you.
“Oh, you remembered!” You exclaimed, a tad too loudly for your liking but the grin on his face made up for it.
“I did,” he said almost proudly. “I’ll take that’s a yes then?” You nodded and matched his expression, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Yes, of course! It seems to be really beautiful.”
“That’s good, cause… I may already have tickets. Which is good because it was sold out when I checked earlier.” He shrugged casually and you softly shook your head at him.
“You really came prepared, huh?”
Joe smiled bashfully.
“I might have, yes.” He checked his phone for the time and gently let go of your hand.
“Let’s have breakfast at the hotel and then head to the museum. And we’ll just see how the day goes before we make other plans. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” You got up from the bed at the same time he did, feeling slightly mixed on how nothing happened but some hand holding. While you loved that he was taking his time, you just… wouldn’t have minded some making out, you know? At the same time you wouldn’t want to rush anything and if he took whatever you two had going on right now seriously, it was only a good thing. He followed you to the door and the moment you stepped back to get out of his room, he wrapped you in a hug. His scruffy beard tickled your neck a little.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Nine?”
“Nine’s a good time,” you agreed as you wrapped your arms around him. His hand found the back of your head and when he pulled away, you daringly pressed a kiss onto his cheek.
“Well, good night then!” You quickly said as you turned on your heel, making him stumble over his words as he was still recovering from your unexpected kiss on the cheek.
“Y-Yes! Good night Y/N.”
SATURDAY
When you took in each other’s appearance the next day, you realized you both had unconsciously gone for similar outfits, judging by your black from top to bottom turtle neck, jeans and boots, topping it off with a large coat. You later on confessed that you had debated wearing a black beanie to which he had replied that it was getting scary now, as he had been doing the exact same thing. The only difference in your outfits was the color of your coats, as you wore a brown one and he wore an emerald green. No matter how many times you stole a glance, you kept repeating the same thought in your mind over and over.
He looks so hot.
Joe sometimes lost sight of you in the large rooms but always managed to pop up right behind you the moment you realized you had wandered off too far. Sometimes, he’d rest his chin onto your shoulder to read along what the description of a painting said, or just to discuss some details of a painting with you. Right as you entered the hall of the exhibition, you felt lingering eyes on you. It made you want to look around to see where they came from, but then again you didn’t want to alert them to anything.
“I think we’re being watched,” you mentioned softly, wanting to give Joe a heads up so he had time to decide whatever he wanted to do with that information. Joe nodded and took your hand in yours, as if to comfort you.
“I know.” He continued to walk around unbothered, although you could tell he was slowly searching for an escape route. The subtle change in atmosphere almost made you miss out on the wonderful exhibition. Left and right of you, the walls consisted of four large paintings that seemed to move and next to each frame was a door that you could enter. In every room, there was a 3D version of one of the paintings where you could walk around in real time. It was an experience meant to bring Van Gogh’s art to you in a more immersive way.
Only after you entered the door next to the painting of a sunflower field in front of a barn, you realized that the movement you had spotted on the paintings earlier had been people who were walking in this room, essentially bringing the painting to life. You noticed a group of girls now following you more obviously and you pulled Joe along in the sunflower field. It was much bigger and had way more layers to it than you’d expect it to have when looking at the frame displayed on the wall. Just when you wanted to say something, Joe pulled you to the back of the room towards the “barn”, past a large group of tourists. He took you aside, his body hovering closely next to you as he pulled you into a hug, his head buried into your neck which sketched a different view for outsiders to see.
“Sorry,” he mumbled into your neck, his lips grazing your skin by accident. “I thought it would maybe get them to leave before we do if they can’t find us.”
“You think their eyes didn’t follow you like hawks?” You mumbled in return, to which he softly chuckled while his arms relaxed around your waist.
“Fair point,” he mumbled as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Still… ‘s not so bad, is it?”
“You mean this, right now?”
Joe hummed to confirm and you shook your head, relaxing your arms as well. His warm breath tickled your skin and you could feel every nerve in your body focusing on the places where his body touched yours.
“No, it’s not,” you agreed softly, letting your eyes close for a moment to take it all in. His thumbs Never ceased their movement of drawing circles on your back and you soon found yourself copying the movement. After a moment, Joe decided to break the silence.
“Is it just me or has it become quiet in here?” You opened your eyes slowly, your eyes narrowing at the projector light and looked around.
“Everyone’s gone,” you said a little surprised, not expecting to literally be the only ones left. As soon as the words had left your mouth, new people came in.
“I guess the coast is clear,” Joe sighed and he finally let you go, though not before giving your hand a light squeeze. You smiled softly at him and gestured towards the exit.
“Do you want to check out the other rooms?”
“Absolutely.”
This time you spent a little longer in the gift shop and you decided to buy two tiny paintings on an easel with one being a replica of “Starry Night” and another one of “Almond Blossoms”. In turn, Joe had bought his best friend a print of “Head of a skeleton with a burning cigarette”, which he found undoubtedly funny because of their never ending love for nicotine. It was a curse, he had said, but one that brought you unexpected company every now and then. He had no idea you had bought two paintings as you had only shown him one, wanting to give the other one to him later.
The next activity you had gone for was a boat excursion through the canals. You had some time to kill before dinner, which Joe had apparently already reserved a table for as well, so you decided you might as well check out the view by daylight this time. You sat near the window while Joe leaned closely to you whenever he wanted to get a closer look, his arm always on the backrest of the bench you were sitting on. He loved pointing out things to you that often had nothing to do with the sightseeing itself, such as two birds fighting over a piece of bread in the water and a third one flying away with it. Several people in the boat had wondered why he suddenly had belted out laughter and you had to cover your mouth to soften your giggles the moment his ears started to turn a crimson red.
“Oh shut up,” he had mumbled with a smile, giving your shoulder a little nudge as another giggle escaped your lips.
“So which one were you rooting for?” You had then asked him softly to which he had responded:
“The French one.” Which had not made sense at all, and by the time you arrived back at the dock you and Joe had descriptively been dressing up pigeons in your head, with baguettes and barrettes and all kinds of other things.
The restaurant had been fancier than any you’d ever stepped foot in. Five courses, each one more luxurious than the next. He wasn’t up for discussion about the bill and pointed out that you had treated him too earlier, as if the stroopwafel came anywhere near the price range of even one bite of your course. You hadn’t dared to bring up your gift for him in a place like that, as your plan originally had been. Instead, you enjoyed listening to Joe talk about his friends and family back home and you also shared some tidbits about your own.
It didn’t surprise you that you had been holding a breath of relief until the moment you stepped out of the restaurant and Joe gave you a funny look.
“Not your scene?” He asked curiously and you shrugged.
“Just not used to it is all. The food was absolutely amazing though, as was the service. You really picked a good place.” You explained with a kind smile.
“Yeah someone recommended it to me, so I figured it was worth a shot. He usually has good taste. I’m glad you enjoyed it. So… where to next?” His eyes curiously watched your expression, trying to gauge what you wanted and if you’d actually be honest about it.
“Is it weird that I’m feeling a beer?” You asked as you slightly squinted your eyes at him, your eyebrows knitting together. Whatever answer he had expected, it certainly wasn’t this.
“You’re really asking me, Sir Guinness, whether I want to go for a beer?”
“Wait, Sir Guinness?”
Joe quickly shook his head, realizing he said too much. “Ignore that, focus on the other stuff,” he said hastily.
“I do recall overhearing this girl asking you about a music video where you were drinking Guinness last time…” you started, enjoying how his face turned a little desperate at the mention of it.
“You heard nothing.”
“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t “Sir Guinness” that she said, though. I have to admit I tried finding what she was talking about at the time but, no luck…” you smiled slyly at him. “Maybe you could show me?” He shook his head so many times that you lost count, his hand going up to emphasize what he was saying.
“Oh hell no. Nope. Can’t do that. I won’t. I won’t! Out of the question. You can ask me anything but that,” he said resolutely.
“Your audition tape, then.”
“That was quick,” he remarked with a faint smirk.
“I have my priorities. It seems to be a big deal in your fandom still. Are you gatekeeping it?”
“It’s—,” Joseph sighed. “Sort of. I can show you some other time, it’s on my laptop at home.” Then, he blinked a couple times and pulled a funny expression as if he was confused.
“Hold on, how did this conversation start, for me to end up with me promising to show you my audition tape?”
“Beer.”
“Right! Beer. I know a nice Irish pub, do you want to go there?” He offered.
“Sure Sir Guinness, let’s go. Oh! I remembered. She called you Irish Tom.”
“Irish Tom?!”
“Don’t ask me, I haven’t even seen the video.”
“Tom, really? Why don’t I remember this?”
You simply shrugged.
“I believe you misheard them and then they didn’t repeat it because everything happened kinda rushed.”
“Oh, I see,” he replied simply, until a frown dawned on his face. “Wait. Why do you remember this?”
“Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t have anything to do.”
“So you eavesdropped?”
His teasing grin made you automatically follow him as he started to walk towards, you assumed, the Irish pub.
“I overheard.”
“That’s what they all say, don’t they?”
“I don’t know, Joe. Do they? You seem experienced in the matter.”
“Are you accusing me of being a professional eavesdropper? Cause if so—”
“No I was just—”
“— You’d be right.”
A laugh that could have matched one of a Disney villain who was bad at being a villain left his mouth and he leaned back to hook arms with you.
“Come on. This way.”
The pub was crowded in a good way. Meaning that it wasn’t so full of people that you couldn’t get your own table, but it had enough commotion to sit and chat fairly unnoticed unless you brought attention to yourself. You had started out at the bar, going for a tropical beer while Joe immediately went for a Guinness, true to his name. Two drinks later you had managed to snatch a booth for the two of you which gave you plenty of room. Although, Joe had decided he wanted to sit next to you instead of across, which didn’t leave you much room on the bench as he unapologetically spread his legs. At first, you let him. You liked the close proximity and you’d slap yourself in the face at the end of the night if you’d do anything to jeopardize that. But after bumping your knee against the foot of the table a few times after he nudged you, you spoke up. Blame the fact that there were already five beers in your system.
“Joe. Move.”
“What? You need to go to the restroom?”
“No, just move your leg, you’re manspreading as if you’re nine ft. You’re not that tall.”
He opened and closed his mouth a couple times with barely any sound coming out of it until he settled on a sneaky, all knowing smile.
“Did you really sit with that thought, fussing over it for god knows how long?” He wanted to know. You shook your head, which was only a partial deviation of the truth. Most of the time your brain had been occupied by appreciating his full lips, his luscious looks or his incredibly pretty eyes. And the lashes that man had?! Completely unfair.
“I was not,” you replied, trying to remain serious. “Now, if you don’t move…”
Joe seemed to love the sound of that and rested his head on top of his palm with a cheeky grin.
“Then what?”
“Then I’ll claim what’s mine.”
“Ooh,” he feigned to sound intrigued. “Is your name on it?”
You frowned at him.
“On what, the booth?”
Joe shrugged and gestured around, pointing at various objects.
“The booth, the seat, wherever.”
A fake annoyed sigh escaped your lips, but not before he caught your little smile, making him grin even wider.
“No.”
“Then what do you plan to claim?” If he wasn’t so cute with his amused eyes and goofy smile, you would have been annoyed when he gave you another nudge with his knee.
“My rightful space. Half of the bench,” you demanded, your eyes narrowing playfully. Joe’s jaw slacked as he looked at you as if you had said the weirdest thing.
“Half?! I need at least 60%,” Joe protested.
“For what? I need 50. No compromise.”
“Alright, just claim it then, like you said. I’d like to see you try,” he told you with a smirk that gave away that he was enjoying himself far too much. You gave him a glare that was too playful to be taken seriously and he mockingly patted your leg.
“Don’t be upset, love.”
The use of the pet name surprised not only you but him as well, as did the hand that did not seem to want to be removed from your leg. Hesitantly, he let his thumb glide over the fabric of your pants, his eyes no longer teasing as they instead focused on your leg and the way his hand seemed to look just right in that position. Somehow, somewhere in your brain which was going all over the place due to his hand, alcohol, his face and his hand, you managed to notice that his guard was down and you decided to do the first thing that came to mind to claim your place. He looked up at you in surprise when you swung your leg over his, his hand following it as if it had been glued to you and you settled the weight down. Joe seemed too stunned to speak for a moment but automatically leaned back to give you enough room for your leg, though his hand now lay frozen.
“So that’s how you do it,” he commented softly, a smile so genuine it hurt your fragile heart. You nodded, shifting your leg for comfort and took your glass in hand.
“That’s how I do it,” you confirmed with a nod. You gazed at each other for a brief moment until he averted his eyes to grab his glass again, a chuckle escaping his lips.
“You’re so interesting,” he told you as he gazed up at you, a small smile lighting up his face. You reciprocated his smile and then cocked your eyebrow gently.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” The question left your lips so softly it made him lean in to catch the words before he nodded.
“Good. Definitely good.” He finally dared to move his hand again, gently caressing your leg, watching your expression carefully as he did. You quietly took a few sips from your beer before the silence was interrupted by three loud guys, singing what sounded like a birthday song except it was probably in Dutch. They halted in front of your table, telling you both that it was the blonde guy’s birthday, then proceeded to repeat that information in English when they realized you weren’t Dutch, and presented you with a shot of tequila and a slice of lemon. After thanking them, they didn’t wait for you to take the shots and just went onto the next table.
“Well, it would be a waste to leave it,” Joe said, already licking his hand and shaking some salt onto it before holding it out to you. You smirked at his eagerness and copied him, taking one of the shot glasses in hand.
“Cheers!”
You watched as Joe took the slice of lemon into his mouth and only left the peel. Once the burn of the alcohol had subsided, he excused himself for the bathroom and you immediately missed the warmth of his leg beneath yours. When he returned, he didn’t immediately sit back down, but instead invited you along as he wanted to go for a smoke, though not before he ordered you both another drink.
“Do you smoke?” he asked as soon as you stood outside the pub, leaning against the wall closest to the entrance. The light from inside illuminated his face and you wondered if he could ever not look good. Even with a cigarette in hand, a habit you normally quite disliked, you found yourself focussing on his little gestures as he smoked. Taking a drag, holding it, the way his eyes followed the smoke upwards as he exhaled, everything. It was stupidly mesmerizing.
“Y/N?” He glanced at you amusedly as he flicked off some ash and watched you regain your composure.
“I, uhm, no. I don’t.” You had to bite your tongue not to stupidly ask “you?” in an automatic response. You watched as he took another drag, letting it swim around in his lungs before he exhaled up towards the sky.
“Do you mind it?”
“No,” you lied. Or well, in this case, maybe you weren’t lying. You actually really liked what you saw and couldn’t care less that he was paving a black, ashy road inside his lungs. No, that wasn’t true either, you did care for his health.
“Penny for your thoughts?” If you weren’t mistaken, he looked a little concerned. You were certain when he gently took hold of your elbow, cocking his head to the side.
“I’m sorry, I’m just—”
Joe held up a hand, interrupting your apology.
“If I did something to, I don’t know, make you uncomfortable—”
“No no no, not at all! Please don’t mind me,” you quickly saved him from worrying. “Sometimes I just get lost in thought a little.”
Joe’s expression relaxed a little and you felt his thumb gently graze the side of your elbow.
“Pray tell, what was going on in your mind that got you so distracted?” He asked you curiously, his hand dropping again as he leaned against the wall. You calmly took a sip from your beer as you watched him, expression curious, body language open and inviting.
“You,” you say boldly and you watch his expression go from curious to intrigued. Then, a lazy smile appeared on his face.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He mimicked you from earlier.
“Good. Definitely good,” you returned the favor of not coming up with an original response and his lazy smile turned into a toothy grin before he chuckled. A shiver ran through your body and demanded to be seen.
“Are you cold?”
You weren’t sure. Had it really been the cold that made you shiver or had it just been the raw sound of his chuckle rumbling up his throat? You said yes anyway.
“A little.”
“I’d give you my coat but…” he cocked his head towards the window, as both of you had decided to leave your coats inside. Then, after taking a drag of his cigarette and exhaling it to the side, he took a step closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“I can do this though.”
You allowed yourself to feel the comfort of his embrace as you leaned into his body, sliding your arm around his waist.
“Better?” He asked looking down at you, his eyes widening just a touch when he realized how close your faces were right now. You nodded shyly, cheeks warming up.
“Much better.”
His hand caressed your shoulder as well as your upper arm and once he was done with his cigarette, he rested his cheek against your head and only lifted it to take an occasional sip from his beer.
“I think the pub’s about to close,” Joe mentioned softly as more people started to drift outside, chatting away way too loud for the quiet night among them after being used to raise their voices inside the pub for some time. You chugged the last bit of your beer and nodded towards the door.
“Shall we grab our coats then?”
For the time of the hour that it was, the tram towards your hotel was packed. Judging by the appearances of most people you assumed they were going clubbing somewhere. It was around 2 AM already, but surely in a place like Amsterdam some clubs stayed open until the early hours, making it essentially still ‘early’ to start your party. You didn’t have a seat, so instead you and Joe stood closely together, his arm only hovering behind you in case the tram made a sudden movement. The people around you were so noisy that you both took the time to give your vocal chords a little rest until your stop.
He stepped out of the tram first only so he could extend a hand to you to help you as well. Once you started walking he weaved his fingers through yours and you both let the return of the silence around you sink in as the noise of the tram ebbed away in the distance.
As you stepped in the elevator, your silence continued and was only broken when Joe pressed the button of the fifth floor and the elevator voice announced that the doors were closing. That and the elevator music, which was exactly as you would imagine. Since you were no longer holding hands as Joe had needed both to push open the heavy entrance of the hotel, you stood on opposite sides of the elevator. Joe leaned against the railing and you noticed he was already looking at you when you turned your gaze in his direction. A soft smile played on his lips and he nodded upwards at the speaker.
“Horrible, isn’t it?” He said, his voice sounding a little raw from the need to clear his throat, which he did right after.
“The worst.” You nodded and smiled while you watched him push himself off the railing and take two steps towards you to close the distance. He looked down at you and took your hand in his own, giving it a light squeeze. Just as he was about to say something, the elevator paused its movement.
“Third floor. Doors opening.”
With a startled look he turned around to see a group of five men, very obviously drunk, enter the elevator.
“Is it going down or up?” One of them asked the others. None of them seemed to know the answer and whilst they were discussing it, the elevator doors closed again. They took up lots of space in the elevator and Joe made sure you both had enough room by barricading the corner where you stood with his arms.
“Up. Why’s it going up? Go down!” Another guy said, pressing all the buttons.
“Idiot, now it’s just gonna go to every floor, this is gonna take ages.” A third one sighed. They barely took notice of you and Joe, who raised a subtle eyebrow at you and smiled reassuringly as you looked a little uncomfortable. When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor one of them looked at you expectantly and you gave him a thin lipped smile as you shook your head. Before it stopped on the fifth, Joe had already grabbed your hand again and guided you along the side of the elevator to the front while being faced with some drunken commentary that neither of you paid much attention to. After quickly exiting the elevator and taking a right turn you halted at the parting, your room being on the left side and his on the right and a sigh escaped his lips when he heard the elevator doors close again.
“That was something,” he mumbled.
“I think they’re gonna go up all the way to the fifteenth floor now, unless they realize they might as well hop onto the other elevator instead,” you remarked and Joe nodded.
“Maybe the guy who pushed all the buttons simply didn’t want the night to end yet,” he said softly, implying that this thought didn’t just come up out of nowhere.
“Who knows,” you responded feebly, suddenly feeling a little shy. Joe seemed to match your shyness and smiled bashfully.
“Well then. I guess, good night? Or should I say good morning?”
“Don’t,” you groaned. “It’s still today, remember?”
“I know,” he agreed with a soft smile, “just like teasing you is all.” He pulled you into a tight hug that seemed to last longer than the one he gave you last night, but maybe your sense of time was just a little twisted. Nevertheless, it felt nice. Which was why it was a shame when he pulled back, his eyes taking in yours and then looking away and down at his hands as he released you from his grip.
“See you tomorrow. Shall I come by your room when I’m awake?” He suggested.
“Yeah, I’ll do the same if I happen to be awake sooner.”
“I’ll text first, to check,” he added with a smirk.
“Okay,” you nodded, smiling sweetly at him.
“Okay, yeah. Good night then, y/n.”
“Good night Joe.”
He gave you a last, breathtaking smile before you both turned around and walked to your rooms. You could hear a door being opened and closed and you were sure it was his. Something inside you wanted to go to his room, tell him you also didn’t want the night to end yet, but instead you found yourself holding the card in front of the reader to unlock your door and you stepped inside.
However, before you could turn around to make sure the door was closed, you felt two hands grabbing your waist and you shrieked. Quickly you turned around, your eyes frantically searching for the perpetrator, only to find a sweet, familiar face full of worry.
“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was really just thinking that I didn’t want to regret holding back another time so I’m gonna kiss you right now if— if that’s okay,” Joe told you in one breath.
“I— what did you just say?” you stammered as your heart was still racing from being grabbed so suddenly. He had said it so quickly that your brain was still catching up. Joe licked his lips nervously and a pink shade colored his cheeks as he let one hand slip off your waist to run it through his hair.
“I was just overthinking things, a lot, about if I should just go for it and uh—” he grabbed his chin, his thumb and index finger following the scruff of his beard as his thoughts rushed in all at once, making it unable to make sense of them.
Watching him being so nervous, the realization of what he had said just now finally dawned on you. He wanted to—
“Kiss me,” you blurted out, cheeks growing warmer.
“Oh— okay, yeah.” His eyes darted to yours, not knowing which eye to focus on because both looked so pretty and he wanted to take in all of you and not just one thing. He lightly shook his head to come back to his senses and finally found the courage to do what he had wanted to do since the day he left you in front of the bookshop. His hand cupped your cheek ever so gently, a soft but shy smile on his lips as he leaned in closer. You met him halfway and pressed your lips against his, an appreciative hum softly leaving his lips. When he felt you leaning back his hand found the back of your head, keeping you in place as he teased his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for access. Simultaneously as you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, he pulled you closer by your waist. Your hand reached up to smooth your fingers through his curls, something you had been craving to do all weekend.
You had totally forgotten about the fact that you were still very much standing inside your doorway for everyone to see and when someone suddenly shrieked, Joe panicked and rushed you inside. The romantic moment had gone, although you could still taste it blissfully on your lips. A combination of mint and cigarettes and something else that was just him. His hand lingered on your waist as he stared at the door, thinking of all possible repercussions this action might have.
“Do you think they saw?” He asked you, his eyes darting from the door, to you and back. You shrugged and glanced at him empathetically.
“I couldn’t tell if they made that sound because of us, you, or if it might have been something else.”
“Fuck me,” Joe groaned, his hand coming up to his face. You nudged him gently with your hip and smiled softly.
“Not so fast casanova,” you joked. He looked at you, his expression softening upon the realization that you weren’t as freaked out as he was. “And I don’t think you have to worry. Even if they saw us, I doubt they had enough time to get any evidence anyway. It will be fine,” you reassured him.
“They might be waiting for the moment I, or we, for all they know, get out of this room though,” he mumbled. His gaze was directed at the door again, wishing he could see through it to know if the coast was clear.
“Then stay, if that makes you more comfortable.”
Joe quickly turned his head towards you in surprise and then presented you with a cocky grin.
“I thought you said “not so fast”, love,” he teased as his grin grew wider. You gave him a light push against his chest and laughter escaped his mouth, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “I’m joking,” he then added in a more serious tone while he took your hand in his. He looked over at the double bed.
“You really wouldn’t mind?” His thumb brushed over the top of your hand lightly as he carefully watched your expression.
“No. I did mean what I said though,” you warned him gently.
“I know you did,” he responded with a soft smile, leaning in just slightly to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Same goes for me.”
Joe was grateful for your spare toothbrush and stayed out of your way as you changed into a T-shirt and leggings to sleep in. You realized with dread that he was about to see you without any makeup on and while you hadn’t been wearing a lot, it still scared you a little. Joe had taken it upon himself to get under the covers on the side of the empty nightstand and was scrolling through his phone when you joined him after getting ready for bed in the bathroom. His expression made you suspect that he was looking for anything troublesome on social media, which he confirmed as soon as you slipped under the covers.
“Can’t find anything yet, so I guess we might be in luck. Nothing on the museum stuff either.”
“Oh! I’m an idiot. Jeez, hold on.” You lifted the covers to slip out of the bed again and searched in one of your bags.
“What… Why did this suddenly trigger a response like that?” Joe asked, confused as he watched you. When you turned around holding something tiny, he squinted trying to see what you were holding and you smirked.
“Here,” you said, presenting it up close. “For you.”
“For me…? Why?” His mouth still stood agape in surprise when he took the tiny canvas of the “Starry Night” replica in hand and inspected it closely.
“You said it was your favorite, so…” You shrugged, hoping you didn’t just give him a corny gift in comparison to all that he had already given you.
“I love it. I absolutely love it. Thank you so much, that’s so kind of you.” He wrapped you in a slightly awkward hug, with you hovering over the side of the bed a little as you had been standing a little too far away for it to be comfortable.
“You really like it?” You asked softly as he carefully put it on his nightstand and he turned his head to look at you in surprise.
“Of course! Why do you sound so doubtful?” He asked curiously as his gaze followed you back into bed. You got comfortable first, turning off the big light leaving only the ledstrip above the headboard of the bed on and then laid down on your side.
“I don’t know, I just don’t know how to make up for all that you did,” you confessed, feeling a little silly about it. Joe matched your position and carefully lifted a hand towards your face to brush away a stray strand of hair.
“You’re already doing plenty by just being here with me. I want you to know that. And I really appreciate the kind gestures but don’t feel like you have to catch up or something. That’s not why I invited you to this… I don’t know, three-day-date?” A snort escaped his lips and his shoulders shook a little as he laughed. “I just really, really like spending time with you. And kissing you isn’t half bad either,” he grinned as you feigned indignance until you giggled and then suddenly his lips were on yours again and your silly banter was drowned out by a shuffling of sheets and soft sounds escaping the both of you.
How you both were able to show restraint to not let making out turn into something more was a mystery to you both. However once he settled on his back, one arm around you as your head rested on his naked chest, you knew exactly why. No words were needed to express how you felt in that moment, as it just felt right. You weren’t in a rush. When you both became too tired to really hold a conversation, which was probably around the time that even the clubs in Amsterdam were closing, Joe gave you a sweet good night kiss. After that, his hand gently nudged you to roll on your side so he could be the big spoon and he wrapped his arm comfortably around your waist. You turned your head towards him to steal another kiss and with a soft smile on his lips, he kissed your shoulder before burying his face into your neck. It turned into the first night of great sleep you both had had in a long time.
As blissful as the night had ended, all the more dreadful became the morning when it dawned on you that this was your last day together. Joe was no longer spooning you, but instead your leg was hoisted over his waist, hand curled up in his neck. You would have assumed he was still asleep by his slow breathing, but the hand caressing your thigh gave away the opposite. Instead of looking up, you uncurled your hand and brushed your fingers along his neck and played with the ends of his hair.
“Morning,” he whispered, his voice sounding a little raspy. “Sleep well?”
“Until I woke up, yes,” you mumbled, the sadness of your realization squeezing your chest tightly. Blissfully unaware, Joe chuckled and his hand came up to caress your cheek.
“Isn’t that usually when sleep ends?” He asked jokingly, his hand dropping to your arm. When you didn’t reply right away, he gently squeezed your arm. “Hm?”
“I just don’t want today to end,” you mumbled, sounding smaller and more fragile than you wanted to. Joe sighed and wrapped his arms around you for a tight hug and kissed your forehead.
“Me neither. But we have,” he picked up his watch to check the time and frowned slightly, clearly not happy with the news he was about to bring, “two hours left.”
“Two hours?!” You sat up immediately and Joe’s arms slacked off your body.
“And then some, at the airport. But two hours before we have to leave yeah,” Joe said apologetically, taking your hand in his and tugging on it lightly. You felt a lump growing in your throat and his beautiful brown eyes looking up at you with compassion only made it worse.
“Come cuddle?” Joe tugged on your hand again and you relented, resuming your old position. He pulled the covers back up and lifted your chin so he could look at you. Your eyes met his and a moment of silence was shared between the two of you before Joe captured your lips in a gentle kiss. He leaned back again to look at you once more, his hand cupping your cheek and you could see his eyes shift back and forth between your own.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His soft spoken words sounded so sincere that any retort of denial died on your lips. You licked your lips and tried to find a response in your mind but his eyes and the light touch of his thumb caressing your cheekbone distracted you.
“So are you,” you eventually told him softly, causing him to smile and shake his head a little in disbelief.
“Don’t know about that,” he smirked, to which he was met with a stern look on your face and his expression immediately turned into looking caught while doing something bad.
“Don’t do that,” you told him, “you’re very handsome.”
“God, stop it,” he chuckled as he hid his face behind his hand.
“You started it,” you pointed out dryly, tearing his hand away from his face. Joe was slightly red in the face and he groaned as his face got revealed.
“Not so you could say it back!” He protested, more laughter escaping his lips when you started a back and forth fussing around with your hands. At some point he had you flat on your back, hands pressed into the mattress by his own on either side of your head.
His eyes darkened slightly as he leaned in, his lips almost touching yours when—
“Housekeeping!” A loud knock on the door followed by a rattling sound made you both jump up and scramble away from the bed. You urged Joe to hide in the bathroom and opened the door to find a small, blonde haired woman in front of you.
“I’m so sorry, I haven’t packed all my stuff yet. I’ll be out as soon as I can,” you promised quickly, not knowing what Joe had booked precisely but assuming you were both supposed to have checked out already. The woman assured you it was fine as long as you were out within half an hour. As soon as the door closed, Joe stuck his head out the door.
“I completely forgot about that, I’m such an idiot,” he sighed, looking for his clothes to put on while you got your suitcase out.
“I should’ve thought of it as well honestly… Maybe you can use your charm on one of the clerks though?”
“My charm? Doubt it.”
“You, Mr. Quinn, are very charming.”
“And you,” he said while pointing at you with his shoe, “should remember that you just lost that battle earlier and will lose again.” You shared some gentle laughter with him until he suddenly got distracted by needing to grab your gift and holding it close so he wouldn’t forget it.
Your clothes were tossed in a somewhat folded stack into your suitcase apart from what you were planning to wear, and you were relieved that you had plenty of room left in your suitcase for once because you didn’t want to waste time properly packing it all up.
“Alright, I’m gonna head to my room and pack real quick. Meet you in the lobby?” He offered, stepping closer to steal a quick kiss from your lips that immediately threatened to turn into a longer one. When his hands started to roam over your back you reluctantly stopped him, as twenty minutes since the lady left had already passed and you still had to get dressed.
“See you at the lobby,” you nodded. As soon as the door clicked shut you quickly got ready, putting on simple blue jeans with sneakers and a light gray sweater after you freshened up in the bathroom and lastly added the tiniest bit of makeup. With two minutes on the clock you met up with Joe at the lobby and he looked pleasantly impressed with what you had managed to do in such a short time. He looked more disheveled than you did and you assumed that’s why he was wearing a black beanie on top of his head. His black shirt was tucked into his jeans and he was wearing his boots again.
“All good,” he told you, nodding at the clerks behind the desk. “Turns out a photo with Eddie Munson can be used as leverage sometimes,” he mumbled underneath his breath.
“See? I told you,” you told him proudly and he rolled his eyes, nudging you with his elbow.
“Yeah, yeah, fine, alright. So… should we drop our stuff here and grab a bite, chill at The Dam for a bit until it’s time?”
“Sounds lovely.”
Wanting as much ‘alone’ time as you could have, you went for a sandwich and a drink from a food stall, finishing up with another stroopwafel on The Dam as a treat. You sat down on a bench together where you had the perfect view of someone painting caricatures of tourists who sat down with them.
“Next time we’re gonna get one of those. As soon as we see one,” Joe told you as he gave a nod towards the painter.
“Ooh, there’s gonna be a next time?” You teased, to which he gave you an unimpressed look.
“There’d better be. Doesn’t have to be Amsterdam though. Lots of caricature painters all around the world.” He slung his arm loosely around your waist, stroking your side.
“You seem to have big plans,” you said with a smile.
“Well, yeah. I wanna make this work.” Joe turned his head to look at you and you could tell he was serious.
“Do you think it will work, though? With me being from Y/B/P and you basically being everywhere and nowhere all the time?” It wasn’t something that you wanted to ask. The last thing you desired was putting doubts into his mind. But you had to know for your own sanity how he viewed that part of your lives and possibly, futures together.
“It will have to, won’t it?” Joe shrugged. “In case it’s not obvious yet, I really like you. And it fills me with dread that I can’t just hop onto the tube to see you but that’s just how it is. I fully intend to see you in person as often as I can, though. I… We’ll make it work,” he promised, not only to you but to himself as well. You rested your head onto his shoulder and he followed your gesture by resting his cheek on the top of your head.
“We will,” you softly agreed. Silence. For some time, neither of you spoke, until you did.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I’m gonna miss you too, Y/N. So much.”
All of your willpower was required not to cry at that moment. Instead, you hugged him tight and he lifted your chin to plant a soft kiss onto your lips.
“Are you not worried anyone will see?”
“Did some thinking last night,” Joe shrugged. “Figured to hell with it.”
You chuckled and put your hand on his cheek to make him look at you.
“I’d like another kiss then,” you said sweetly. Joe smiled and leaned in so close your lips were almost touching but without kissing you.
“You’d like one, hm? But are you getting one?”
“Don’t test me Joseph.”
Joe smirked and kissed you sweetly.
“I kinda like it when you call me Joseph. Though I’m not sure if it’s because of you saying it, or if it was the fact that you looked annoyed with me.”
“I’m sure you’ll find out at some point,” you assured him with a grin.
“You’re not even gonna repeat it for me while looking happy with me?” He pouted for extra dramatics and when you shook your head he heaved a deep sigh.
“Well then—” The alarm on his phone signaling that it was time to get your stuff interrupted him, and the next sigh that left him was a real one.
“Time to go love.”
With the little time you had left at the airport, you decided to stroll around a bit until you were expected at the gate. Joe had gone for a quick bathroom break and came back with what seemed to be a notebook and a pen.
“Need something to do on the plane?” You asked curiously. When he shook his head and sat down next to you, handing you the notebook and pen, you frowned.
“We’re gonna make a list,” he started, “of things we’re gonna do when we meet again next time. First up: caricature. I assume you have better handwriting than I do.”
You smiled, thinking back on the note he had written and decided that yes, you probably did indeed. After writing it down, you looked up at him.
“Alright. What’s next?”
“Go to a zoo? Or an aquarium,” he suggested. “Cook together.”
You wrote it all down with a smile on your lips.
“You’re full of ideas,” you mentioned. “I think you should take it for when something comes to mind.” Joe immediately shook his head and nodded down at the book.
“We need your handwriting, otherwise we’re gonna wonder what the fuck we’re supposed to be doing. I’ll text you if I think of something.”
A few more things were added to the list and then Joe decided it was time to put it in your bag so he could hold you for a little while. At one point you softly giggled to yourself, gaining Joe’s curiosity.
“What’s up?”
“I was just considering whether your freaking out last night was just a subtle ploy to get into my bed,” you said jokingly. He put his hands on your shoulders to make you lean back so he could look at you, mouth agape in shock.
“How dare you? I’m much smoother than using a silly excuse like that!”
“Are you now?”
“I’ll prove it to you next time.”
“Doesn’t really count, does it? It already happened.”
“Maybe. And maybe there’s something else that hasn’t happened yet that we need a bed for. Or well, not necessarily but, you know, for comfort—”
“Joe. You can just tell me you want a massage.”
He laughed a little louder than even he expected to do and gave your chest a light push with his fingers.
“How’d you guess? My back’s been sore from carrying these conversations…”
“Now you’re treading on a dangerous path.”
Your banter got interrupted by an announcement that you had to go to the gate and his shoulders visibly slumped. Every step you took towards your gate felt heavy and you used up as much time as you could to get there, holding Joe’s hand the whole time. He sensed that you were getting emotional and did his best to comfort you with the caress of his thumb until you finally halted in front of the gate.
“Alright. We’re not gonna be sad, because I need to see your pretty smile before I go, okay? And we will call as soon as we’re both able to. It’s only temporary,” he promised as he cupped your face with his hands to kiss you softly. It was hard not to demand more of this little moment, but you had no choice.
“It’s only temporary,” you repeated with a nod, biting down on your lip when you felt it threatening to wobble. Joe nodded and wrapped you in a tight hug, his arm around your waist and his hand on the back of your head.
“I’ll see you soon.” Another promise fell from his lips as he rubbed your back.
You stole one last kiss from his lips, touching his face with both hands before running your hand through his hair and squeezing him tight, and then it was time to let go. You turned around before you would change your mind and felt him reach for your arm for a quick last squeeze. You knew you’d burst into tears if you looked back, so you didn’t, but your resolve to give your tear ducts a break crumbled as soon as you sat down in your seat at the window. Needing him more than ever, you opened your phone to text him only to find that he had already texted you. There was a photo attached of himself sitting at his own gate with a playful, sad expression on his face. You could tell by his eyes that he was only adding the playfulness because he was actually really sad.
Joe: Miss you already x
You: I’d send a selfie back but you don’t want to see this right now
Joe: Aw, that bad?
You: Literally rivers. They had to mop the floor three times already
Joe: Wow. Next time you do that, we should fill up a pool or something.
You: Sounds like a lot of work. How often do you intend to make me cry?
Joe: Lots. But only because I’m super funny
You: We’ll see about that
Joe: Yeah. Soon. Very soon x
You: I have to turn off my phone now
Joe: Don’t flirt with strangers
You: Can I flirt with people I know?
Joe: No
You: You can’t either
Joe: Wouldn’t dream of it. Although…
You: ?
Joe: With Jamie I can’t really help it. I mean… have you seen Jamie?
You: Fine, he gets a pass. Really gotta go now :(
Joe: Ok. Talk to you soon love x
You: Have a safe flight x
Joe: You too x
Joe: Another thing for the book. We didn’t take any photos together, it’s a crime. Joe: BTW. What is your opinion on shitty weather?
FIN
Author's note: This fic got out of haaaand. Literally twice the size than part 2 simply because no ending felt right. I know this may feel a little sad, but I hope you all enjoyed your fun times together. I couldn’t just randomly end it and well, airplane goodbyes suck. Hopefully the texting at the end lightened the mood a bit. Thank you so much for the love on part 1, I hope I did part 2 justice and that you’re not throwing tomatoes through the screen right now :) Lots of love x
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Do you have any random spooky month headcanons you want to share? This is an excuse to go on a rant about any sort of spooky month stuff that's been rattiling in your brain.
my brainrot is strong and I rlly like your headcanons so jhdskfhg
Firstly - thank you omg
Second! I have a bunch of headcanons but unfortunately my brain has decided to dump them all into a box and put them on a shelf I can't reach, so I'm just going to ramble about whatever
People almost never talk about Streber having technical know-how and I'm mad about that
Like the camera mirror is so clever, how long did that take to plan? How'd he come up with it?? Did he make the cape himself or did he get someone else to do it???
Also talked about this with @interdimensionalvoid a bit but I love the idea that Streber hates being babied, he is independent and wants to be scene as such
Another reason it sucks for him to be down an arm lmao
I don't want this to entirely be about Streber soo headcanon lightning round:
Radford is actually colorblind and his glasses are color corrective. Them resembling 3D glasses is just a funny coincidence
I keep flip-flopping between Dexter adopting cats as a buffer if he goes without work for a while vs him having one cat that he absolutely adores and would never harm because both sound really good
Rick is acquainted with most of the town bc of his job hopping
Also if Rick's in the mood for it he tells really good jokes
Frank has low empathy and is v selfish
He does genuinely care for Skid and Pump tho, and still cares for his old friend group (even if the only one he sees nowadays is Lila if he's lucky)
Also yes I'm not over the idea of them all being friends there is so much p o t e n t i a l
Jaune has ADHD and her husband has autism. Ross has... something, haven't figured it out yet
As an addendum to the above, all the Hatz are neurodivergent
The cult broke the thieves out of jail when they broke Bob out of jail, as a "yeah why not, they could be useful" thing. They gave the two an amulet to keep track of them and Fat Thief wears it under his sweater, not knowing he really shouldn't
They tried to pawn it off but the pawn shop just would not accept it for some reason
Dexter's funky eye is genetic and also a lazy eye. Both his glasses and goggles are prescription and even though it's technically fixed he still wears them
The Hobomen are army deserters. They probably could have found a job in town, but being hobos was more enticing
Shotty once tried to teach John's daughter how to use a shotgun and John nearly capped him for it
Speaking of her, she's friends with Robert's little sister! They're a Skid and Pump-esque duo and frequently get into Mischief
I have more but I'm still struggling to reach the box!! I'm open to headcanon dumping anytime though, just ask :>
#Spooky Month#Streber#Radford#Dexter#Rick#Frank#Skid#Pump#Jaune#Aaron#Ross#Roy#Robert#Fat Thief#Shotgun Man#Hope#John#Headcanon
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Hi! 15 and 20 for the ask meme?
The final one of these writer asks, thanks for your patience, and thank you for the ask!
15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?
Titles for sure. Summaries are easy for me, just pick a snippet and then write a pithy one liner to sum it up. 😂 Titles either come to me quickly (often a song title or lyric), or I agonize over it for a while. Some of my titles I love, some I'm kinda meh about.
20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
How about some meta for Class(room) Warfare (professors AU)?
First off, I am a professor, so this is one of those times when you write what's really close to your life lol. I'd written a professors AU in another fandom, but it was a long fic. This was a nice excuse to do something shorter for these two. When I was trying to dream up ridiculous ways for two professors in two different departments to get at each other's throats, not erasing the boards seemed suitable absurd but also completely plausible. FUN FACT: Last week I got to my classroom and found the board full of unerased writing, and it both 1) irritated me, and 2) made me think of this fic. In case you were wondering how common it is. 😂
(spoilers below)
As I mentioned in the author's notes, most of this was inspired by my everyday life, so I'm not going to get into all of it. Basically if you're wondering, "Do colleges really work like that?" or "Do professors really think/do that?" the answer is almost certainly yes. But here's some more trivia:
Zahra was cast in the department secretary role because every academic knows that department secretaries run fucking everything
PLSC 307, Democracy & International Relations—I think I stole this class title (but not the number, that's random) from my college's poli sci department catalog.
McQuiston College—I knew I wanted them to teach at a small liberal arts college, and I knew I didn't want it to be real (as opposed to my other academia AUs where I have used real institutions). I considered taking random last names off books on my bookshelf, but I didn't want to accidentally write about a real college either. Using Casey's last name was a stroke of inspiration that I was SO happy about.
was junior enough to be unlikely to be evaluating his tenure portfolio some day—little things like this probably mean nothing to most readers but I feel like they add that extra hit of authenticity to any academics who happen to be reading. Pissing of someone who might eventually be on the committee who decides whether or not you get to keep your job is a real fear.
always carried his own markers with him—I've literally never found a working marker already in a classroom. Always carry your own.
Sometimes he wondered—to himself, never out loud—if it was real, or if he was just trying to fit in after he found out that his sister and best friend were dating, like when he was six and decided he was super into horses only because June was.—I carry this little headcanon that in universes where Alex has had some reason to doubt his heterosexuality but still hasn't done anything with it, he worries that he's only trying to fit in with his friends/mimic his sister. Doubting how queer you really are feels very familiar to me and from what I've read seems like a pretty common bisexual experience.
He’d just ignore you, like everyone else does.”/“Hey!” Alex protests, but she ignores him.—This was actually unintentional when I first wrote it but I realized what I'd done and had to keep it.
Dr. Henry Fox-Mountwhats-his-face—This and the subsequent email greetings/sign-offs were inspired by their early emails in the book, though I had to figure out how to do names that weren't based on HRH and such. I think my favorite was "Dr. Acerbic Cocky-Disaster" because if that doesn't actually describe Alex to a T.
Halloween-in-The-Castro gay—Wanted something different than Fire Island on the Fourth of July, was very pleased with this one. If you're not familiar with the history of Halloween in The Castro, do look it up.
Then he proceeds to wrap himself around Alex from behind and hook his chin over Alex’s shoulder to look down at his cooking—Considering how frequently this exact type of moment shows up in my fics in other fandoms, I'm kind of surprised I haven't used it more frequently recently. Anyway, the "peeking over the shoulder while cooking" is definitely a calling card of mine.
He wants, to put it bluntly, to romance the shit out of him—I am only just realizing that I reused this turn of phrase recently lol. It just feels VERY Alex to me.
All right, that's it for now! Thank you again!
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im sorry, now i gotta know, do you have any other headcanons? for iswm or just markiplier characters, i'd love to hear any you have!
Okay so first off, you know my sexuality headcanons for the ISWM characters? Yeah I went more in-depth with them here:
I would like to thank @zee-the-zebra for enabling me to go off about them :)
Second off, not really a headcanon, but more of a theory about ISWM and the MCU lore as a whole:
Once again, would like to thank @zee-the-zebra for sending the ask that prompted this.
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Alright, more sexuality/gender headcanons!
Wilford Warfstache (Pansexual): Real reason: Because I said so. "Logical" reason: He has had affairs with multiple women, including Celine. In WMLW, he casually asks Abe if they had dated at some point. So he's down to be with anyone. Also his stage lighting in AHWM was the pan colors, and he was wearing rainbow suspenders. Those colors give off an immediate pan vibe for him.
I'm also a hardcore Darkstache shipper. In MarkiplierTV, Wilford doesn't listen to anyone's opinion except Dark's. He only cares what Dark has to say.
Random Headcanon time: Wilford's favorite way to express love is touch. Stroking their partner's hair, kissing them on the head, cheek, lips, etc., picking them up and carrying them, cuddling, etc.
Darkiplier (Nonbinary Bisexual): Real reason: Because I said so. "Logical" reason: They're the fusion of a man and a woman (Damien and Celine). The gender-binary means nothing to them. A lot of people headcanon Damien as gay and Celine as straight or bi, but I propose: both of them are bi. Therefore, Dark is also bi.
Once again, hardcore Darkstache shipper. In MarkiplierTV, Dark says that they respect Wilford, and always have. They also call him "Wil," a nickname. I headcanon that Dark only gives nicknames to those they deeply care for.
Random Headcanon time: This goes into a headcanon for both Damien and Celine as well. I think that their time fused as Dark allows them to realize that they themselves aren't cis. Idk if that means they're also nonbinary, or if Damien is a demiboy and Celine is a demigirl, or if they fall somewhere else on the spectrum. That I have to think more about, but in general, they both realize they aren't cis due to their time as Dark.
Actor Mark (Straight (or is he lol)): Reason: because I said so. "Logical" reason: So assuming Heist!Mark and Date!Mark are both characters he plays and not their own egos, those characeters are the same ad Engineer Mark: pansexual. But Actor himself I see as straight (or at least that's how he identifies). He has only shown attraction towards Celine, a woman (pre-Dark). He also apparently has kids according to the meta ending of ADWM, but I don't if they are Celine's or someone else's.
This gets me wondering though: Does Actor feel some sort of attraction to Dark? If so, is it solely because Celine is a part of Dark, and he only likes Celine, or does it end up being more than that? This is why I put "or is he lol." I don't ship Actor and Dark btw; this is just something I've wondered.
Random Headcanon time: The only Y/Ns he has had a small legitimate attraction to are the ones who present themselves as fem.
This is getting very long, lol. If you want any headcanons that aren't sexuality related, send me another ask! I will provide more!
Thank you for enabling me, @frayro-called-frey!
#in space with markiplier#iswm#a heist with markiplier#ahwm#a date with markiplier#adwm#wilford warfstache#darkiplier#celine the seer#damien the mayor#frayro-called-frey#asks#Codi don't look
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Top 5 HotchRied moments
*smirks in an even more evil manner*
ahajsjsjk- evil. pure evil! 🤣 however, it gave me an excuse to spend my morning rewatching some of the best hotchreid scenes so maybe i should thank you instead 🥰
okay, these are in no particular order and i apologise in advance for the incoherent ramblings you're about to read....
literally all of l.d.s.k. okay this is basically the hotchreid episode on my eyes. if i were to pick a scene though it 100% has to be the ambulance scene. you've got all the soft smiles, the fond laughs, hotch reaching out to touch reid like he always seems to want to do! not to mention the fact that hotch lets reid keep his gun despite admitting just how awful his aim is. smitten. he's so damn smitten.
what i have dubbed as 'the nightmare scene' from 1x10. this scene is so dear to me. it's about hotch not being to wait until after the case to comfort reid like gideon does, it's hotch seeing reid yawn and immediately needing to be there for him. it's about the intimacy of this small scene, the lack of personal space, the hushed voices. the "if you wanna talk about it, you know where i am" + hotch yet again gently touching reid.
that damn freaking hug in 2x15! or, no, okay that is a huge moment obviously because there's the softness to hotch's voice and the way he holds reid like he's afraid he'll shatter right in front of him only for reid to cling to hotch like his entire life depends on it. but i think the whole "i choose aaron hotchner" scene actually tops this one. because it's about the huge implication that hotch is closest to reid out of the whole bau team. how reid is putting all of his trust, his whole life, into hotch's hands purely because he knows that hotch will remember some random conversation they had a while back. it's how hotch doesn't blink an eye, doesn't for one second take what reid says about him to heart (unlike the rest of the team) because he already knows exactly what reid thinks about him.
the fist bump scene from 10x11!! i haven't even watched this episode yet but i've seen this scene so many times. hotch glaring at kate when she questions reid, only for his expression to soften the moment he turns back to reid. the proud smirk on hotch's face when reid proves them wrong. the whispered "psst" and the adorableness of that whole moment, reid not even hesitating as he fist bumps hotch, barely even looking up, as if this is a thing they do all the time and hotch isn't totally acting unusually fond or playful at all (which just goes to show that this is how hotch acts when they're off the job and you know i'm a sucker for chaotic hotch).
the physics magic scene is 2x12!!! okay i could ramble about this scene forever. hotch immediately recognising what reid is doing as "physics magic" even though the girls were laughing about reid calling it magic. he just knows what it is. the implication of there being a past conversation/incident about reid doing these little experiments and yet the girls have never seen it before, which means hotch saw it outside of work. not only that but also the fact that hotch has seen reid's physics magic experiment more than once because of his comment "although, you're starting to get some distance on those" + their matching grins, especially hotch's huge hidden one! not to mention how reid responds with "sometimes" when emily notes that hotch does actually have a sense of humour. love reid just understanding hotch in ways that the others don't.
this got waaay out of hand, i'm so so sorry 🤣 give me a chance to talk about hotchreid and i will go overboard!
put “top 5” anything in my ask
#the anthrax scene was so close to being added to the list#again sorry for how long this got#criminal minds#hotchreid#ask game#asks#the brad to my ray
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Hello! can uou do tf2 mercs with an s/o who likes cosplaying? they walk in on there s/o wearing a cosplay how would they react?
Yep! (I personally love cosplayers but I've never do it even though I want to)
Mercs with s/o who cosplays
Scout
He thinks it's so cool
The first time he saw you he immediately wanted to know who it was
So after that 5 hour conversation you show him so other cosplays you have
He's so starry eyed and amazed by all of them
He'll ask if you can cosplay some characters he thinks fit you great
If you cosplay his favorite character from a comic he might faint
Soldier
He's a little confused
He doesn't really understand the appeal but hey you like it
If you tell him a characters backstory he'll start coming up with random dramatic battles they've been in
It's so stupid but also so fun to come up with fictional battles characters have been in
Demoman
Wow just wow
Demo loves all the different outfits you have for cosplaying
He'll ask for the story behind each and every one of them
He'd like to try cosplaying but he doesn't think he can pull it off
But he's perfectly happy to watch you cosplay
Sometimes he'll come to conventions with you just to look at the costumes
Pyro
They want to do it toooooo
They love to cosplay as Disney characters wether it's a princess or one of the princes
They don't care!
Sometimes they will cosplay characters who where gas masks to see more natural at conventions
If you specifically invite them they'll get so happy and spend 10 hours picking a cosplay
Heavy
A little confused but if it makes you happy
He can't cosplay with you because he doesn't really fit any character
One time be walked in on you in a cosplay and was a little surprised
He asked who they were and gladly listened as you explained
He's the most indifferent to it just because he doesn't get it but he knows it makes you happy
He might come to some conventions it just depends of his schedule
Engineer
He will trick out your cosplays
If you are doing a character who has some awesome power he'll find a way to add it to your cosplay
It's a fun little challenge and makes you seen extra cool at conventions
He'll come with just to see all the cool effects
Sometimes you'll come into his workshop in a cosplay so you can talk to him about but you might need to explain it twice
You look so cool he can't help but stare!
Medic
Will cosplay evil doctors
It gives him an excuse to be coverd in blood and have fun!? He's in
He always thinks you look so cool in your cosplays
After he learns every characters backstory he'll start talking about things he'd have added to their character
Sniper
He'd glad you enjoy it
He's to nervous to try any of that especially in public
He might come to conventions if it's just to make sure your safe
If you want to ramble about a character then he's glad to listen
All in all he's glad you enjoy it even if he doesn't see the appeal
Spy
He's worried for you
He knows about the creeps in the world and you look so cool he doesn't want you to get hurt
You make have created an entire fake fandom that his normal outfit is attached to
That way you have an excuse if anyone asks what he's cosplaying as
He's thankful because it means he can come with you to conventions
I wanna cosplay so bad :(
#tf2 x reader#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 sniper x reader#tf2 heavy x reader#tf2 soldier x reader#tf2 spy x reader#tf2 demoman x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#tf2 pyro x reader
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A2, A9, A24, C1, D3, and L9 for Crow Locke? ^^
how I wish you could have just heard my delighted little squeal getting this ask! thank you so much for this gift and for taking an interest in my favorite little vampire crow demon.
Putting this under a cut because this is going to be VERY long.
Spoiler Warning that this talks about lore of hers that hasn't been covered in The Cavalcade Records yet - lore from her appearances in Connor Evans and her origin in Recollect: Records of the Other Side.
I'll try to explain as each comes up. Autism warning because I ramble about her like no fucking other in this post, but I fuckin' adore Crow Locke, the Crow of Memory and Head Chef of the Cavalcade of the Black Feather, so IMMENSELY. She's my favorite character to play, she's one of my favorite characters to write, I love her.
my menace ❤︎
A2: What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…
There's this stereotype surrounding chaotic neutral - "aooough chaotic neutralll so random XP" - and that's not her at all, but in this case, I genuinely do think they straddle a line between Chaotic Neutral and Chaotic Good. She won't go after people unless she feels the person deserves it, but she is INCREDIBLY good at justifying to herself whether a person deserves it or not.
If she feels the person deserves whatever she's doing, she doesn't hold back, and it leads to some pretty fucking wild, petty, scary-ass situations, like her trying to mindbreak Connor Evans in 7.) Salvation, what the fuck she did to Locke Casey, and ESPECIALLY what she's going to do in Recollect: Faterunners.
She's getting a lot better recently because of her team, however, who are keeping her on the straight and narrow of things and stopping her from going too batshit.
A9: Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others?
ABSOLUTELY. She makes a lot of excuses and justifications to go after people she doesn't like, and is practically a master at performing mental gymnastics to make even those who are truly innocent "deserve it" in her head. It's one of her most personally fucked and biggest flaws.
They are also very good at making excuses for those that have earned their loyalty - for instance, they way she defended and enabled their platonic companion Hayden Blackwell, even as he was doing some VERY morally dubious things during Recollect: Season of Voices. You can especially see this in Chapter 3 Part 1/A Mistake, where you can hear it crow-cawing as Hayden makes his biggest mistakes in the season to date, and see its direct encouragement to him at the end of the episode.
Its loyalty is ironclad.
If you earn that loyalty, it'll defend practically anything you do.
If you lose that loyalty, it'll practically tear you down.
A24: What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?
She's currently trying to reckon with the after-effects of a certain someone, her former boss by the name of Apollyon, essentially rewriting her memories and making her into a more compliant, palpable figure for him. This completely fucked with her memories and sense of self, and she's desperately trying to figure out how to fix it, to put back together what he erased. Her memories are slowly coming back, and she's remembering the most vital stuff, but there is still a LOT that is missing from her memory, including the events of Faterunners and what exactly Hayden Blackwell meant to her.
They also, although they don't like to admit it, deeply hate themself. They hate being Locke, they hate the cycle that being Locke traps them in - a cycle of constant self-destruction and martyring. Even though they've been freed from that cycle, other Lockes haven't, and in some cases, she's even fed into that cycle to make other versions of herself basically destroy themselves (like she did with Locke Casey). So she absolutely hates herself on a bone-deep level, but refuses to admit it in any capacity. She will be forced to reckon with this in the future.
C1: Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?
She has a small bit of a moral code, mainly based on gut instinct, her existing ties to the person in question, and a bunch of remnants of her remaining beliefs she had when she was human.
She has far less scruples about things like stealing, arson and fighting than she did when she was human, but there are certain things you just do not fucking do around her.
She's hardline against cult abuse after how she was raised in a cult when she was human. She finds unjustified genocide, with no attempts at diplomacy to fix things, to be morally disgusting as fuck. When this happened during the mysterious events of Red Willow that she keeps vaguely alluding to on the blog, she got so ungodly pissed that she very nearly killed Apollyon. She HATES abusers, and many of the people in the Cavalcade are survivors of domestic abuse that she personally rescued from abusive situations, like Agent Framboise and (later on) the boy in the park, Atreus.
In short, what remains of her moral code is based around autonomy, and how she feels those who take away others' autonomy should be treated (with extreme violence). She takes this immensely seriously, but has several excuses and caveats and guilt for if she personally strays from it.
D3: How comfortable are they with the idea of death?
She had a normal human life, up until she was killed by a monster. As she was dying, bleeding out, her platonic companion Hayden Blackwell came up to her and offered her a deal. He could save her life, save her soul, give her a new body, as long as she trusted him.
She trusted him without reserve, and accepted.
He sacrificed an entire world (the lives of 7.9 billion people), tore the heart out of a god to put in her chest, and saved her soul in order to bring her back from the dead as Crow Locke.
So death is a constant awareness for Crow Locke. She's grateful to be alive, and is content to keep experiencing the world as she does. With the death of others, she saves their memories, and vows not to forget them. Death is a MAJOR thing for her, and will only become more so with her future appearances.
L9: How did you come up with your OC?
Crow Locke has possibly one of the most complicated origin stories of all of my OCs lmaooooo
She was a combination of MULTIPLE characters that led up to how she became.
Let's start with Locke Harley.
When I was first getting into ARGs, I joined up with this arg called Shadowed Reverie that... realllllly wasn't that great. It was a first timer's effort, and it showed. But I made a character in it called Locke Harley who I got really fucking attached to. She was a quirky violinist, and loyal best friend to the main character, Rune Adams. She was planned to die a horrible death, but we never got that far in the ARG in the first place.
Around this time, I also joined up with the first RP contributing to a series called Recollect. My 15 year old self made a vampire character by the name of Erica Corsair who later on became Crow Jane, a feathered crow deity surrounded by death. Erica was so fucking cringy, but... something about her also fascinated me. She was the first ARG OC that I truly put effort into, as misplaced as it was.
When the third Recollect RP rolled around, I decided to make a new character based off of Locke Harley. That character became the playful teenage chef prodigy known as Locke Savannah Kingsley, the very same character we see in Recollect: Faterunners. Again, she was awkward as fuck in her first iteration, but I absolutely fell in love with playing her, and she meant a LOT to me. She would die a gruesome death at her father's hands, shot in the head while she was turning into a monster.
But in the Recollect universe, anybody who's killed by a monster reiterates, coming back to life as a similar, but somewhat different, person. And her father, in killing her like he did... saw himself as a monster, which counted enough for her to come back anew.
So when what amounted to the fourth Recollect RP, what's known as the Perspectives arc, rolled around, and my friend Micha brought up the possibility of me bringing in that reiteration of Locke Savannah, giving her a corruption arc that would lead to her becoming a new, rewritten version of Crow Jane...
That was how the human version of Crow Locke (Locke Cameron Carrigan), and Crow Locke herself, came to be.
And how fuckin' grateful I am for it, because she is EASILY one of my favorite OCs of all time.
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if ur requests are still open can i get some headcanons with Piers and Riahan with an S/O who like is very quiet and a little distant physically. like they might flinch away from others touch almost on impulse, they always try to keep up in conversation but they usually don’t have much to say. but with their partner they’ll cling onto him and they’ll ramble on and on if you let them. they like holding their partner and to be held or just being close to them but they’re always looking for an excuse to touch them and they’ll talk about anything and everything with them even if it’s random or inconsequential. they almost come off as bubbly with him, and whenever their partner is brought up they’ll always hype them up! they love him! he’s the smartest person they know and so hardworking and skilled and blah blah blah. they aren’t a people person obvi but they make an active effort to be close to the people their partner cares about (Marnie/Leon) even if it might come off as stilted or awkward they’re trying!! sorry this is long waaah. hope you have a good day mwah mwah
I love this so much it's so sweet! Also thank you for my first Piers ask <3 <3 sweet tired boy~ Hope you have a good day too <3
Raihan: When you flinch away from him, he's always surprised. At first it really hurt his feelings until he started to understand that it wasn't really because of him. He makes an effort now to make sure you can see his hands before he moves to touch you to try and make it easier on you. He gets elated whenever you touch him first, especially when you're being clingy. He really loves physical affection and any attention from you.
I imagine it takes him some time and effort to understand that you're not a people person and are quiet/distant but it isn't a reflection on him in any way. I don't think he's used to that, but he would eventually come to absolutely adore everything about you. The fact you're most yourself when you're with him makes his heart pound. He would feel so special knowing that he gets to know you so intimately while most other people don't.
I think he would be very protective of you and try to be around to help you out as often as he could like if you have to be around/talk to people he would try to be there to step in if you got overwhelmed.
He loves that you make the effort to talk with Leon, especially because he's pretty outgoing too. He would totally whomp Leon though if he thought you were uncomfortable because of him LOL
I also think Leon would catch on pretty quick and because you make his friend so happy he would make a big effort to reel it back a little!
Especially because Raihan would NOT shut up about you ever. You might not think your little quirks are very cute but he absolutely adored you and needs everyone to know how perfect you are!
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Piers: I imagine he's gentle, but firm with you. Your praise over him really makes his heart pound. Since he's usually somewhat down on himself unless he's performing, it's really a huge boost of confidence. He loves your attention and gives it back. You know he's a pretty blunt person so when he tells you how he feels about you, you can trust that he's telling the truth, which helps a lot for your own self esteem.
I think he usually has an arm around you if he can as a comfort for you and himself. He isn't a very physical person most of the time, but even just hooking your pinkies together makes him feel more confident and comfortable.
It makes him really happy that you're his biggest fan and he's yours. He enjoys taking you with him wherever he goes, though he's also a bit of a homebody which is nice because you get a break from having to be personable too much of the time. It's also great that Spikemuth is pretty small compared to much of the rest of Galar because a lot of the people there become familiar, which makes it easier to talk to them. Piers would also get really intense with anyone who made you uncomfortable at all.
Marnie is thankfully pretty laid back so getting along with her wouldn't be hard. She's so happy to see her brother with someone who actually cares about him! He's probably had some partners in the past who were in it for his fame and took advantage of him, so it's refreshing to have you around.
Piers knows it can be uncomfortable being around people sometimes and he would try to help you work on it by giving his own tips for dealing with people. I don't see him as much of a people person either but he has to deal with it because of who he is.
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Generally when you reblog things I feel like I ask for ???/Carla/Chandrelle a lot. So I’m going to switch it up and say Rust for the ask meme
My favourite old man!!! And my favourite, dare I say, babygirl
Favourite thing about them:
His fucking CHAPTER oguhgguughggugh i could talk about him and his experiences for HOURS OGUGHGUGUH. Hi. I am NOT normal about him. Tho genuine, less vague answer is probably just. Like. His personality? Like he is SUCH a good dad and i just wanna see him and Weasel Kid bond post-game yknow??? But also like. His entire life is the wastes, people wanting to kill him and his son around every corner, yet he still tries and avoid violence whenever possible?? I dont know if it's more of a genuine pacifist thing or if he doesnt want his son to experience all this death, but like. I kinda wanna lean towards the second option considering how quickly he resorted to killing and shooting on sight when Rocky wasnt there. And I know thats mainly bc of trauma and determination to get to his kid but. I mean. Shooting Jeremiah in the chest was NOT necessary. Anyways also hes silly and goofy and I love him <3
Least favourite thing about him:
Maybe not about HIM specifically but like. I wish the mind control serum was explored more?? Like it kinda feels like a useless plot. Yes it triggered Carla's hardcore mod, but unless she or Sado were in contact with Reggie and Jeremiah somehow, then that mod could've just...been triggered differently. And like. It's mostly Sado's actions that drive him to that brink of insanity. I cant remember if Jeremiah told him to go to the inn, but the ONLY reason i can see the MC Serum being important is just to get him to the inn. other than that. He joins in on the ritual because he thinks it'll get Rocky back. He's already a player character, he doesnt NEED to be controlled by the player. And also I think the potential of him being the dead body up during Junior's lil assistance section of VG2 is unexplored
Favourite Line:
Not even the full line, but. Mayhap. I quote it all the time. (Full line is something like "Can't fit in there. Someone smaller, mayhap" idk I'm not pulling up the game to find it) Mayhap mayhap mayhap. Hes so silly I love him <3333
brOTP:
Again, I think he and Weasel Kid should have a father-son dynamic, as seen in one of my fics. They both lost what the other is, and I just mmmmm!!!!
OTP:
My number of Rust ships is. Low. Admittedly. But him with Bryce and/or Lazarus <3
nOTP:
Obviously The Hex has like 10 fans, and the number of Rust ships is. Low. But I'm just gonna say the obvious notps; Weasel Kid, Sado, or Rocky. Thank fucking god this fandom is small because weirdos would use Lionel's voice line about never figuring out Rust and Rockys exact bond as an excuse for proshitting. So. Yay small fandom moment <3
Random Headcanon:
I dont know how random BUT while in the Wastes, he's fairly thin and doesn't eat much, only eating up to half of their food rations, often less, saving the rest for Rocky. But he had slight muscle to make up for it, because I'm sure carrying around supplies and a bigass shot gun all day every day + walking all day every day at least builds up SOME muscle. Once he gets to the inn, however, he loses his gun and doesn't walk around too much. After all, the inn is MUCH smaller than the wastes. So, he ends up losing muscle. Not to mention he's probably eating less (especially after the possibility of fully coming to terms with what happened to his son), so. He grows thinner. Though he DOES go down a road of recovery (probably with Bryce's help tbh, knowing how Bryce is) and ends up regaining some body fat! He eventually gets healthy enough that he slowly develops a bit of a dad bod :-) I wanted to draw out this hc but couldn't get the anatomy to look right so I forgot about it, but I am VERY happy I get to ramble about it now <3
Unpopular Opinion:
There are like 2 or 3 other people who talk about Rust enough for ANY sort of 'popular' opinion to form. So. That sucks. Does him being the skeleton in the GameWorks base count? Can I say he's smart just not conventionally smart? Like he can hotwire a car and picked up some German thanks to a certain nuclear sandworm and can aim with perfect accuracy despite having poor vision, but he can't read or do math or write or-
Song I associate with them:
I. Have an entire playlist for him. Whoopsies. ANYWAYS. Grief from The Devil's Carnival (ive never listened to the musical i just found it in a playlist a while back) and Still Here by Digital Daggers. Mostly Grief tho. But like. It's from Sado's perspective about Rust. If that makes sense
Favourite Picture of them:
His steam emoji <33333
It looks even goofier on my phone bc of how blurred it is
#the hex#rust mcclain#other characters mentioned but im not listing em all#scov.txt#hey did i mention i love rust /j
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So this is a very random question but are there any foods that Riku could easily and happily eat loads of at a time?
To explain the sudden question, my friend linked me to a video of a show with the seiyuu that was suggested to you for Riku, Nobuhiko Okumura I think his name is??? But yeah, he and a few other where doing a challenge where they had eat a desert every minute for 45 minutes and omg it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Like he starts off so strong (And I mean strong, this man straight up inhaled a slice of cake in two bites) and then you just slowly start to see his soul leaving his body. I would send you a link but I accidentally deleted the tab so it's gone forever... But I think the channel was called something like Abema??? If I ever find it again, I will let you know.
But yeah anyway, I was watching it and thought "why can I so easily imagine Riku doing something stupid like this?" Like he got dared to enter a competition like this so his stubbornness comes out and he has many regrets afterwards. So yeah, if he were to be talked into doing something like that, what foods would it require to persuade him? Or would it not take much persuasion at all?
And honestly? Thanks for reading my insane ramblings, this was probably one of the dumbest things you've ever had to read so thanks for taking the time ✌️
OK first off thank you for sending me this, I absolutely ADORE when anyone asks/talks to me about Riku no matter how dumb they might think it is because as we all know I love my little scrunky and the fact that y'all come up/think about fun scenarios or facts or whatever with him makes my day so again thank you!!!
SECOND to be honest Riku is a real foodie so he's very much one of those "I'll eat anything" kinda people. I haven't really thought about any specific food he loves (although I could see him really liking cheese lol) he absolutely adores his mom's cooking and always asks for seconds. In terms of desserts and treats though I feel like he's a cookie guy :]
Third HELP I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH?? I can imagine it really wouldn't take much to convince because as I said he's a foodie and he has a sweet tooth so of course he would be down for something as ridiculous as that 💀. A scenario that is starting to form in my head is like: Riku happily says that he would eat any kind of dessert and Akiren is like "oh really 👀 I don't believe you" and Riku is like "alright bet give me some desserts and let's do this". I can also imagine Ann would take part in the challenge because she is more chaotic than people think (also Riku brings out that side in her) AND she's totally doing it out of solidarity for one of her best friends and not so she has an excuse to eat as much desserts as she likes 💀. Either way both of them and their stomachs are regretting it big time but hey they had fun 💀
#asks#anonymous#riku kirijo#oc tag#THANK YOU ANON#i really mean what i said i dont care how silly people think the scenario is i fucking love it it makes me happy stim :]#and this is so funny#but yeah i can see riku being totally down for that he's so dumb#he has so many braincells but actively chooses not to use him#i also feel like akiren would be his enabler like i can see that dynamic for them#he reels him in to but he can enable him soemtimes... for fun...#ryuji would probably join in too LMAO#m!tsuru would fucking kill him for this though i know she would#and yeah i havent really thought about what foods he would enjoy because like i imagine he probably is on some kind of 'diet'#its not super strict but because he's a fencer he has to watch what he eats to a degree#and yeah i dont think i need to say which mom is the better chef 💀#again thank u for the ask anon this was fun to think about#i'll try having a look for that video for myself#also you were very close with the va his name is nobuhiko okamoto!!#and last thing chaotic ann is a very important ann#she deserves to be a bit chaotic as a treat
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⊹˚. ♡ hi hi! i’m Dove and i was wondering if i could have a romantic matchup for Haikyuu and BNHA please?
i’m not entirely sure what my gender or sexuality is :,> (all i know is that i have a preference for men and i prefer to be referred to as masc titles) (boyfriend, sir, king, etc.)
i really like sleeping when i can, drawing and writing are things i also like to do! i also like ranting about random things-
i tend to stay by myself though i do like hanging out with my friends whenever i can! i’m very sensitive emotionally and i tend to be able to empathize with people easily, though it tends to take a toll on me. having anger issues doesn’t help either- though i rarely take my emotions out on people
i’m very physically affectionate and i tend to show my love through actions rather than words. i tend to get overstimulated/overwhelmed whenever there’s too much noise or people around me. i’m also super loyal to my friends and tend to be a bit protective over them (and just the people i love in general)
i tend to stay up VERY late at night because it’s pretty calming and it’s when i have the most energy. i tend to stay at home a lot but i do like going on walks or randomly exploring my area. i’d also like to be a librarian or work at a bookstore!
i love moths and cats to death and could talk for hours about them tbh- though i love listening to people i like talk about the things they like too!
thank you lots for your time and have a wonderful valentine’s day!!
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A/n: Hello and welcome. Sorry it took so long, It's a little shorter then I would have liked but my brain is mush and wanted to get this out sooner than later, but I hope you enjoy it. Any way have a great day and Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate
Haikyuu: Daichi Sawamura
Daichi loves to listen to you talk about all of your special interests or whatever random topic you’re focused on at the moment.
He doesn’t mind if one day you want to just go home instead of hanging out at practice because you’re feeling overwhelmed, he understands the boys can be a bit much
Expect him to try and get you to sleep at a decent time but if you do have to much energy and need someone to talk to he will gladly talk through the night, even if it will trough him off at practice
Sugawara is definitely going to be poking fun at you guys whenever he sees you guys holding hands or just being close, just cause he finds it amusing that you seem to be the only one who can break Daichi’s tough exterior
My Hero Academia: Shoto Todoroki
Shoto is 100% a night owl, he also enjoys how calming it can be when everything is quiet and no one is pressuring him to be the best
He enjoys listening to you ramble and talk about moths or cats, he doesn’t have any special interests like that ao instead of talking about his own he’ll ask so many questions about yours because he loves how happy you get when talking about them
The best dates the two of you have are A) late night walks, exploring the town and just enjoying eachothers presence or B) staying in while you draw or write and him asking questions about because he wants to know as much as possible, sometimes you even convince him to try it himself
If you’re ever feeling overwhelmed let him know and his anxiety loop hole will activate and he will confidently make an excuse for the two of you to leave and go relax away from the chaos
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Ask thing<33
51, 63, 03, 18, 69
First of all, I have reached the stage of lacking sleep where I will say any and every thought without remorse. So you're gonna get some weird answers and much more than you asked for, but anyway, love you!!
3. Do you regret anything? Being born?? Nah, yeah a lot of things, but not enough to be important, you know? I don't regret the mistake that I made, that I used to use as an excuse to blame myself for being bullied. He and I made up in the end, but the others didn't accept it. Still, I don't regret it. I'm traumatized, but I learnt a lot. I think I needed a kick in the teeth then (lol that comes out bad when you were there). But I do regret 2 particular nights, which have quite literally scarred me for life. I'm doing all I can to drown it out because I have no therapist. I'm trying to pretend it didn't happen but it's really fucking hard to forget. The other... I'll be vague rather than trauma-dumping, but I blame myself, and I wish I had listened to everyone and my gut.
18. Are you scared of spiders? Well this is an interesting one for an Aussie to answer (it's funny, I'm like, proud to be aussie, but I also hate the government and the system and am PISSED OFF because tomorrow is Invasion Day but it still gets celebrated as Australia Day, anyway this is off topic). So some spiders? Scary af. I grew up reading the spider charts in the nurse's office of "friendly spiders" "got to hospital spiders" "paralyze you spiders" and "kill you spiders" so I'm naturally scared. But then you have Barry the Bathroom spider, I thought he was a daddy long legs, but he is actually a she and having babies. Plot twist, there were multiple Barrys and I didn't know. Living where I live, there is always going to be at least 3 spiders in your house, but as long as they're the OK ones, I'm fine. But if it's on me or drops from the ceiling like a fucking drop bear or something I'm catching that fucker and taking him outside (or taking him out if he looks dangerous)
51. favourite food? Oof, good question. I adore chocolate cake, but I would straight up eat a whole pizza if I was hungry enough and it was the right type. Pizza, and pasta, basically just Italian cuisine, is god tier. Also rice though. Bread is fucking amazing, I had some for the first time all month today, which was fun. Chips! I fucking LOVE hot chips, they're very sentimental to me and my sister given our upbringing, also pot noodles... haha. I so didn't grow up normal or healthy.
63. Would I change my name? OK so I like my real name, I think my nickname suits me. Originally when I was online for the first time I used the alias Raven, but then Shit Went Down, Trauma Was Made, and I decided to go by Scarlet. I feel like if I were to ever legally change my name it would be to either Raven or Scarlet, but I've actually grown really attached to being Rock with this account! It feel most like me now, but I can't tell anyone irl that. idk, it's confusing. Long story short(er) I wouldn't legally change my name except if I do go through with my revenge plans.
69. haha. 69. I'm so mature. Do you believe in soulmates? Yes, whole heartedly, thanks to 3 people: 1) my twin sister, we are platonic soulmates, I will not be elaborating, and my grandparents on my dad's side, who have been together since they were 12 and my grandpa found out my grandma liked him, he walked over and kissed her, and they've been together ever since (they're in their late 80s?? early 90s??) and are perfect together.
This became WAY more rambly than I normally am, sorry!! I'll edit it later, if I remember, otherwise, sorry for the random info dump! Thanks for the ask <33
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MATCHUP FOR:
Anonymous
Hi, can I get a Stranger Things ship with a male please?I'm a 19 year old girl (she/her) with brown wavy long hair and brown eyes, I'm midsize. I have a curious and creative mind, always up for an adventure. I'm a Gryffindor, an ambivert, INFP, brave, compassionate, homey, funny, loyal... however sometimes I can be very stubborn. I'm bilingual (spanish is my first language). I like reading, writing, stargazing, the smell of the rain and Christmas is my favourite time of the year!Thank you!!💛
From Stranger Things I Ship You With:
Argyle
Ship Dynamic:
Cinnamon Roll x Cinnamon Roll Worshiper™
Quote:
«She's ethereal, nearly ghostly. Please let me be haunted by her forever.»
Coup de foudre coup de foudre coup de foudre
Argyle is lucky enough to see you for the first time while you're interacting with close friends. He's automatically over the moon by your aura.
So when you two are first introduced, he can barely get a word out, because you're so pretty but like, inside and out and around and he's overwhelmed and you're laughing nervously because why is this boy staring at you like you're the Sun the Moon and the stars?
When he first tries to flirt with you is so horribly cringe that you both burst into laughter and you take it as a joke. IT WAS NOT A JOKE.
He constantly looks completely clueless about what's going on but is definitely not. You're the first one to notice that, and it kinda becomes your little secret.
The voice of reason you need for your stubbornness. He won't go stern because let's be honest, he can't, but he WILL let you know that what you're doing is deadass stupid.
He's super chill but actually very fucking protective. Won't hesitate to vibecheck anyone who's mean to you.
Argyle is so random, but like, in an adorable way. For example, you two would be having a normal conversation and he would reach out to you and tuck your hair behind your ears.
At your shock, he'd explain unfazed mind you that he couldn't see your beautiful eyes properly, and then prompt you to continue.
Attentive boy. you'd be excitedly rambling to him about whatever topic and he'll just sit there, looking you upclose with a dopey smile as if you were the moon. You can ask him ANYTHING about what you said and he'll recite it to you word for word.
He takes you on nightly escapades and adventures that he knows you'll say yes to because no matter what you two do, you always end the adventure by stargazing.
You marvel him with your creativity, like, he can sit down and observe you for hours because you're such an interesting little being to him.
Constantly holding your hand with the lamest excuses. He thinks he's been super smooth. You think it's cute.
At-home dates in which he cooks for you. You can't convince me this man can only cook pizza.
He also loves celebrating Christmas with you. I mean he's not big on it, but he LOVES your Christmas spirit.
You two so talk in Spanish when you're in a larger group and want to comment something you don't want the rest to hear, which more often than not, has you two end up in a fit of giggles and snickering.
Respectful king. Won't smoke weed with you if you're not into it. It's hard at the beginning but he would do anything for you. ANYTHING.
Constantly thinking you're too good to be true.
Introducing you to everyone as his "awesome girlfriend" in the most wholehearted way. Super chill about it though.
Jonathan 100% told you he'd send Nancy after you with a gun if you ever hurt Argyle. He HAS to do it, but he doesn't really believe he'll ever have to.
You're just a super cute couple of dorks that no one really gets but everyone ships. Love that for you.
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