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Infatuation P2

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warning: Social media stalking and slight manipulation.

Notes: I’m thinking to myself... Why is this fanfic going on for so long? Then I remember this is only Part 2. I’m also going to use this time to state that I reread a lot of what I write and update older posts. If an update severely changes the story, I will make a seperate post about it!

I close and lock the door behind me, set my bag down, and open my phone.

You didn’t have a Facebook profile, but I easily found your Instagram account while searching through Love’s recently tagged posts.

Your name is Y/N L/N and you’re a writer. Bells are ringing in my ears now... you already feel so familiar.

Your account only has 4 posts. Two of which were posted no less than three years ago of a pet goldfish named Watson, the next being seven months ago of your work space. Your most recent post was a top down photo of one of your many scandalous lunches with Love.

From what I’ve gathered, you seem distant from social media. Your account is public, but you don’t actively engage with it. You stand around and allow other people to interact with you first. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you begin a conversation on your own.

You like the attention, but you don’t want to seem like someone who does... Am I getting you right?

Damn it, this is harder than I thought.

~

It’s Friday.

Love and I are setting the table as we talk. I pretend not to know which side the fork and spoons go, hoping to get Love to place them for me. Maybe I’m just being childish but I think there’s something sweet about her dedication to something so simple.

“Did Forty tell you about his story?” I ask.

“I know what’s on your mind.” Love states bluntly.

What’s on my mind...? Love is on my mind, dinner is on my mind... and in some universe, Forty is on my mind.

“If you wanted to talk about Y/N, you could of just asked.” She continued.

She’s catching on quick.

“I know what Forty told you.” Love gave me a worried look. Her usual worried look, if I may add. I would say this situation is bothering her, but I have the strange feeling that there’s more behind it. “She’s been through a lot. I know you’re probably curious, but I don’t think you should bring it up.”

“Love, it’s not my place to get involved.” Im lying. It definitely is.

“Just behave. Don’t scare her off.”

So you’re coming over to Love’s place and having dinner with her friends and I. Despite what Love has to say, a couple questions can’t possibly hurt.

No, no. Shut up, Joe, Will. Whatever my name is now. Stop thinking. Love wants me to behave and I will. In Love’s words that means don’t dig deeper.

But that only leads me to be more curious on her position with this secret friend of hers. This is the most public Love has been with you, but it’s still too private for my liking.

The doorbell rings and, before I know it, Love’s longtime LA friends are already making themselves comfortable.

Summer and Lucy are discussing something about flowers in the kitchen while Gabe is admiring the furniture.

I lean on the door frame and watch as Love adds some finishing touches to her lemon squares. She’s smiling down at them, a simple act that makes my heart soar.

The doorbell rings again and I’m reminded of you.

Love begins to untie her apron as she steps towards the front door. I follow further behind and watch her swing open the door.

“Welcome! Come inside.” She says before ushering the new guest in. It’s obviously you, you’re the only one who hasn’t arrived yet.

Love takes your coat and quickly shows you around before starting a conversation with her friends.

There were no introductions. You’ve been around these people before.

Summer and Lucy are now sitting on the sofa and Gabe is admiring the view outside the many windows.

You, on the other hand, are drawn to the lovely aromas in the kitchen.

I subtly follow you. Not to make you feel suspicious, I make my way to the cabinets and get myself a glass.

You watched me walk into the room but you’re keeping quiet.

“Hey. You’re Love’s friend, right? I don’t think we’ve met.” I begin. I know you’re not going to say anything unless I start us off, but I’m hoping things will change in the future.

“Ah, yeah. I am.” You reply. You look nervous. I won’t bite.

“My name’s Will.” I extend my hand. Will you take it?

“I’m Y/N.” You extend your hand too and we shake. Your grip is so incredibly light and your hand easily slid across my skin.

“Oh, Love has mentioned you before. She told me you recently moved back to LA. How’re you adjusting?” Im playing it cool, but I’m internally drawn by whatever lotion you used for those dainty hands.

“It’s easier than I thought... Almost feels like I never left.” You smile as you shift around on your feet.

“I recently moved here myself, though I’ve never lived here before like you.” If I open myself up, I’m hoping you’ll do the same.

“Welcome to the city!” I didn’t expect it, but you’re being playful as you extend your arms in a celebratory manner. You’re quick to retract them and cave in on yourself.

You almost seem like an outgoing girl trapped inside the body of a nervous wreck.

“So, why’d you leave in the first place?”

“Oh— uh.” Huh. Perhaps I overstepped my boundaries, just as Love had told me specifically not to do.

I almost began to overthink ways to save the conversation, but you’re already leaning in and looking around. I believe you were going to tell me something before Love walks into the kitchen.

She smiles at the both of us.

“Perfect, you two can help me move things to the dining room.”

~

Dinner was what I had expected it to be.

Everyone talked but nobody directed themselves at you. I would have almost forgotten you were here if it weren’t for the fact that Love and you would exchange whispers while the others talked.

Should I expect you to always steal Love’s attention from now on? It seems to be a reaccuring theme here.

“Will, you work at Anavrin?” You asked out of the blue. Is the wine opening you up?

Love almost seems surprised aswell.

“Uh, yeah. I work at the bookstore.”

“I remember seeing you there.” You set your fork down. “You like books?”

I smile amusingly. “You can say that.”

Love scoots herself into the conversation. “Will and Forty are working on a story together.”

At the sound of Forty’s name, your eagerness to talk slips away. Something clicks in my head.

Gabe, someone I entirely forgot was even here, cuts in aswell. “Yeah? How’s that going?”

Love rests her hand on my knee expectantly and smiles in my direction, but that doesn’t stop me from seeing her do the same to you.

Infatuation P3

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warnings: Love is a cuck for a sec, Joe stalks, I briefly mention drugs, surprisingly not a lot happens.

Notes: Only animal crossing thoughts today, boys.

You’re barely conscious on one of the sofas in Love’s home. One of your arms shields your eyes from the light above our heads, the other lady limp to your side. I take a step forward and I’m facing your vertical form. Something about this feels weird, yet... perfectly normal all at once.

I watch your chest heave up and down and the word intoxication drifts by my mind.

Without any effort, I look to my right and see Love seated on the sofa across. Her legs are brought up to the cushioned seat as she sips a glass of wine. She nods towards me.

Without coming to the realization of what I’m doing, I begin to crawl over you. I can’t come up with a reason why, but I’m definitely wondering, thinking. My hands rest by your head and seem to cage you in. It’s not like you were going to slide off the couch anyway.

You make a sound. I can feel it as I look above you but I couldn’t quite hear it.

What am I doing?

I look toward Love, confused and wondering what the hell is happening. When my eyes meet hers, she looks almost ecstatic and beckons me with a simple gesture to continue.

My eyes are back onto you now. A sort of heated pool of conflicted expressions arise and I find myself leaning in despite not wanting to. You’re not even conscious enough to speak, what am I doing? What is Love doing?

I’m trying to stop myself, I think, but my body moves on it’s own. You shift and your shirt rides itself up. I grab and it and pull the shirt up a little higher, exposing you to me. My other hand begins to rub circles into your inner thigh and you tense up.

Gah! There’s cold sweat running down my body and I wake up almost immediately. I start to calm my breathing and gather my sense of self.

I’m in my house. It’s past midnight. I’m getting up to wash my face of whatever had just happened.

The dream comes back to mind. I begin to lose some detail, but I remember the gist of it. You were nearly unconscious and... was I taking advantage of you? I could almost feel those soft hands now. A tingle runs up my back before I can mentally slap myself in the face.

Stop it, Joe. Stop. It. Today is my day off. Rather than spending my nights thinking of you, I’d prefer actively thinking about Love.

I need some fresh air, so I pull on my clothes from the other day and secure a baseball cap atop my head. I’m going out.

~

Last night, Love had asked me to drop you off at your apartment. It’s surprising to me... especially after our talk. Nevertheless, I tried to be social with you on the way but you remained your quiet self.

“It seemed like earlier you wanted to tell me something. Do you remember what it was?” I ask.

“No.” You didn’t even think before responding. You’re clearly lying, but I can jog your memory.

“Why’d you move out of Los Angeles?”

You shift in your seat like a child. No position in my car is comfortable for you.

“... Boyfriend troubles.” You state and look out the window like it means something. I know the truth.

“Forty told me you two went on a date before you left.”

It’s dead silent in the car and you’ve gone rigid. I look to you and see your expression reflecting in the window. You’re absolutely terrified. Why be? I’m not going to hurt you, even if you are a liar.

We remained silent for the rest of the ride, but you did eventually ask me to let you out about a block away from your apartment.

I stayed in the car, parked on the side of the road, and watched you walk.

I have a feeling you’re thinking about the fact that I haven’t driven away yet... or maybe I just like to think that you’re aware of me breathing down your neck and are incapable of doing anything about it.

~

It’s 4 am now.

I’m standing across the street to where you live. You’re on a higher floor but I can easily see your bedroom window from down here. Your light is on.

Do you wake up early or stay up late? It’s hard to tell on my own.

While waiting in the pitch dark night, I begin to wonder if anything happened between Forty and you. You seem to react differently depending on if he’s there or absent. I’m willing to bet something has.

Why is Love so worried of me scaring you away when Forty is more than clearly the issue here? Can you tell me that, Y/N?

Huh.

You walk by your window, shirtless, and I suddenly have no shame as I continue to watch on... maybe the lack of sleep has turned me into an early-morning voyeur.

Buzz.

Love is calling, I pick it up.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” She exhales. “I’m sorry to ask you this but can you pick me up? I’m with Forty. I’ll explain everything when you get here.”

~

It would seem Forty has fallen back into his addictions.

He’s currently sitting in the backseat of my car, crying. Love’s hand is outstretched and holding his. She never ceases to amaze me with how much shit she can take.

Forty had left Love a long voicemail going on about his future— or lack there of- and where to find him. He was scared, and reasonably so. I’d be scared too if I was drugged up and in the middle of an unfamiliar metro station.

Love spent a good hour looking for him and called me as soon as he was in her hands. Like the good boyfriend I am, I came to her rescue. And, despite not outwardly asking me, I know she’s wondering what I’m doing awake at this hour.

I won’t tell her it’s because of you, no matter how much I want to.

Love squeezes my free hand as I drive her brother back to her home.

She mutters a ‘Thank you’ and I simply nod.

Forty is asleep by the time we get there and Love has to shake him awake. He’ll be staying at her place for the remainder of the morning and whatever extra time is needed for him to detox from all of this.

Love really is selfless isn’t she? Instead of spending her day doing something for herself, she chooses to care for her brother. Sometimes I wish Forty was better behaved, if only to make her own life easier.

As soon as he’s ushered inside, Love turns around and waves to me. She makes her way to the car and peeps her head into my rolled down window.

“Thank you again, Will.”

Anything for you, Love.

“It’s no problem.” I smile reassuringly. “If you two need anything, shoot me a message.”

“I’ll talk to you later.” She leaves me with a smile as well and a gentle tap on the hood of my car before walking back into her home.

I watch her shut the door before rolling up my window and heading out.

Infatuation P6

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warnings: Mentions of Death.

Notes: I have about 3 alternate versions of this but you can guess only one made it to the cut. Sorry everything is taking so long! I’ve been focused on my classes and it’s a lot of work. Without access to the studios, our projects are reliant on our at-home materials but I literally have none!!! Funny how life sucks like that.

It’s now 7 pm.

We’re sitting in the far back of a Diner that will be closing soon. I hadn’t expected us to actually go out somewhere, but that’s not a real concern.

Besides the faint jukebox music, It’s completely silent.

I’m beginning to wonder why you brought me here. This Diner. It’s in walking distance from your place, so I can’t be too surprised.

You lift a glass of water to your lips.

“So, what did you drag me out here to talk about?” I’m coming off a little annoyed, but I’m trying to be playful. Or... maybe I want to be playful. I don’t know. It’s late.

Those small hands of yours set down the glass of water, my eyes continue to linger on them while you talk.

“Um. I wanted us to talk about something, but I had expected it to be earlier.” Stop being vague, just tell me already.

You’re quiet for a solid minute, but I know you’re going to be the one to speak first.

“As you already know, I left a couple years ago.” Of course, we have to start from the top. I’m honestly just hoping you hurry this along.

“I left because of Forty, but I’m still scared. He’s— he doesn’t feel dangerous but he worries me.”

I’m beginning to think back to Forty and his mannerisms. I don’t see what you’re scared about. He’s got an air to him that couldn’t hurt a fly. Why are you bringing this up?

“I- I didn’t believe it at first but—“ you look me straight in the eye and my heart momentarily halts. “Don’t tell Love or Forty I’m telling you any of this. Please.”

Words escape me as I only nod in agreement. I’m enticed by whatever information you’re dangling above my head. Like the introduction of a story, I’m hooked.

“Well. Forty and I went on a d-date once. I thought it went w-well but... then Love told me about—“ You stop yourself again, right before you get to the good part! I’m getting frustrated, but I don’t let it consume me. Perhaps you caught something in my face, but you eventually swallow before continuing in a hushed tone. “He killed someone.”

Now that— that I was not expecting. So, that’s what Love told you... Based on what she had previously told me, I think it’s safe to say she told you this to get you away from Forty, whether it’s a sick lie or the cruel truth. Well, Love, it worked. It worked with and against you, but it worked.

“She told me when they were younger, he blacked out and, when he came to, he didn’t remember doing it.” You’ve long stopped meeting my eyes. Instead, you’re looking around the Diner and playing with your fingernails. “I was scared it would happen to me— I didn’t want to be his next victim, so I left without a word.”

“What made you come back?” I ask because I can see you beginning to slip and you need to know I’m listening. You look my way again.

“I came back because... my mom passed away. She still lived here. I have nobody left and over the years I realized we were young and I couldn’t base his whole identity around a mistake from his childhood. It was stupid of me and I desperately wanted to see Love again. I just don’t know where I stand with Forty now.” You drink some of the water you’ve been ignoring for the past 10 minutes and I lean forward in my seat.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” My voice is low. I honestly don’t know what to say in a time like this. You don’t seem all too distraught from your mother’s death. You seem good at managing yourself, once you get over your initial reactions.

“I don’t think I can ever tell Love. It’s not something I ever want to bring up with her again. But, I trust you. You know them both and I trust that you can see it the way I do.”

I have to fight a smile from crossing my lips. Maybe you’re less aware of all that’s been happening behind your back.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where did you go when you left?” I ask just out of curiosity. I take notice that the Diner is near empty, aside from the employees and ourselves.

You reply, the clearest you’ve been all night. “New York City. I lived in the upper East side of Manhattan before moving back here.”

I stiffen at your response. Your eyes are locked onto mine and I begin to doubt my last statement again. Yorkville? A shiver runs up my spine and my muscles tense. I know I suddenly have this vacant look in my eye but I can’t help it.

“That’s an expensive neighbourhood.” I fight myself to say.

“You’ve been?” You quirk a brow and I could just slap myself in the face. Did I really just give myself away?

“Before I moved here, I did a lot of research. Almost ended up moving to NYC.” I think you’re buying it, but I can’t tell. For the most part, you remain expressionless.

“Hm.” You take a sip of your water again. “Know of any good bookstores around here? I’ve been gone for so long that my old favourites have been bought out.”

“Well, there’s Anavrin. Where I work. With books.” We both crack a smile and you lightly laugh. I raise my brows and slowly nod my head to really hammer in that I wasn’t kidding. I’m relieved we’ve changed the topic. I still feel on-edge, but I’m starting to loosen up again.

“Right. I’m not looking for vegan cook books or autobiographies.” You smirk and hesitantly raise a brow. Very cute, you’re trying to be funny.

“Oh, come on! I’m sure I can get you the book you’re looking for. If it isn’t in stock, I can special order it.”

“You’d do that for me?” You tilt your head in such an innocent way. You’re beginning to remind me of a certain blond.

“Of course! So, what’re you looking for?” I ask.

“The sign of four by Arthur Conan Doyle. I’ve been reading up on mysteries for a project.”

“Oh, what’s the project for?”

“Hmm... mostly myself. I don’t have a job so I spend my hours reading and writing.”

“You can make a career out of writing.”

“But then it wouldn’t be fun anymore! The moment I have a deadline, I don’t want to work anymore.” You playfully pout and I smile.

“I take it you have money saved aside?” Im enjoying the conversation, but I can’t help but think back on what you were saying only minutes ago.

“Yeah. I saved most of my money when I lived on my own. After my mom passed away, I inherited her belongings as well. Turns out she was putting money aside for me.” By that, I can guess you’re an only child.

“I’m sorry but we’re closing.” I turn to face the waitress and smile. She cut into the conversation, but I’m not mad. It’s getting late and they need to close. We can continue this outside or... maybe at your apartment, if you’ll let me in.

“No problem. We lost track of time.” I point at the both of us and we stand. You slip your bag over your shoulder and we leave shortly after you tip the waitress.

Infatuation P9

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warnings: Kidnapping.

Notes: I’m currently rewatching Hannibal for the 10th time since it’s on Netflix now. Honestly there will never be a show that hits the same way 😔💝 I hope you like the POV whiplash in this.

My name is Y/N L/N.

I’m a freelance writer with no notable published works. Everything I’ve written has been private, but I dream of a day where I can share it.

My mother moved to L.A. so she could follow her dreams. I always supported her, but I left. It’s hard to stay for someone when you feel unsafe- and at the time, I felt unsafe.

I had some friends. One of them was named Love Quinn. She was very pretty, but didn’t have a filter growing up. At my age now, I’d consider her crazy for saying the things she did, but we were young and children tend to be kind of crazy.

Her brother, Forty, used to tag along with us. I didn’t really think much of him. He always trailed behind, weird, awkward. I can’t say I didn’t like him, because he asked me out and I said yes.

But as we got older, Love eventually opened up to me about a secret. I hated to hear it, I really did. It kept me up at night, and I felt my morals tear.

Forty killed someone.

At the time, I had gone on a date with him. I think he believed us to be official after that, but I heard Love loud and clear and couldn’t shake the feeling off. Every simple thing he did made me overthink. I felt like I would be next in line to get the cut.

Forty had blacked out when it happened, but that only worried me more. Would I be able to stop him? I don’t know, but I didn’t want to test the waters.

I had to leave.

~

I don’t think I meant to do that.

When I came back to my senses, you were unconscious and on the ground.

And— and I kind of just... stared. You’re on the sidewalk at my feet, laying on your side. I have no recollection of dropping you. How long have I just been standing here?

Whoever was in that car saw me— saw us. But it’s long gone and I can’t let you go now, too much is at risk. Oh god, Y/N... why’d it have to happen this way.

Wait. If I... if I take you with me. Home? No, no. Th-The storage locker. Yeah. I have something there that can... help. Wow, my heart is beating right out of my chest! The jumps are starting to hurt, but I can’t help it. I think I’m getting excited.

I reach down to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. You’re heavier than I thought you’d be, but that’s probably because you’re completely limp.

I look both ways and cross the street to get to my car. It’s still late and the sky seems just as dark as it was when I got here.

When I open the trunk, I look you over... You’re not dead, I don’t know what I’m thinking. The trunk? Come on, Joe...

I let go of the luggage, open the back door and try to lay you down gently, but your head hits the seat with a smack. I momentarily cringe back, hoping you won’t feel it in the morning.

I try to maneuver you around into a seated position, you have to look natural. As I crawl over you to lift your upper body, you moan. My face heats up and I reluctantly back out of the backseat. I tell myself to just... drive slowly, you’ll be fine like this. If anyone stops us, you’re drunk, passed out, and I’m driving you back home.

Your luggage was thrown into the trunk, I didn’t give it much care when I tossed it in. My mind is elsewhere and I almost feel like this isn’t happening. Y/N. Shit. You didn’t have to do this, you didn’t have to force my hand like that.

I fix my rearview mirror and catch a glimpse of you. You... almost look dead, but I can see your chest raising and falling with your light breathing.

Bringing you inside of the storage locker was simple. You were still passed out, there was no fight when I dragged you along with me. Lucky me, am I right? Lucky me, I have to maneuver my life around another ridiculous obstacle. I’m finding myself in this position a lot but you’d think I’d be better about it by now. Well, I like to think I’ve become more adept in some aspects.

Once we are inside, I lay you on the cold floor and pull the storage door down.

You groan and my head snaps in your direction. Oh no.

I quickly make my way to your shifting form and bend down to run my hands over your sides, searching your pockets. Where’s your fucking phone? Shit, there’s no time to freak out over this. You’re waking up and I’m not about to knock you out again.

I grab you by the arms and drag you inside the glass cage. Do I really want to call it that? Not really. I’d prefer it be referred to as more of a... I don’t know. It’s a box made of glass. It was previously being used to store these old books, but they’re long gone. If I told you about what I used it for this past year, would you understand? Probably not. Your freak out earlier should be enough of a clear cut answer.

Before you start to tightly blink your eyes, adjusting them to the awful light, I’m already outside the enclosure and closing the door between us.

Your head looks heavy as you try to lift it. Your legs curl up into yourself as you begin to take notice of your surroundings. I can tell you don’t understand, you look so lost. I almost feel bad.

You sit up quickly and back yourself into a corner with your head spinning. Don’t make yourself sick, Y/N.

I’m watching you from the other side of the glass, finally letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

Watching you curl up in the corner of the cage hits me in such a familiar way.

“W-Will?” I hear you mumble meekly as you rub your eyes. I don’t respond. I can’t respond. I just want to watch.

“Will, where are we?” You ask, pressing your head into the glass behind you and looking toward me. Your face contorts as some form of reality begins to settle in.

“Please don’t...” Your voice falters and I notice your weak attempt to hold back tears. I feel guilty but I can’t imagine letting you go, especially now. We just... we just need to talk it out before I make any more decisions.

You’re sobbing now. It’s sad to listen to as you choke on your own breath.

“Y/N, calm down.” I say, pressing my hand to the glass. If you’re not careful, you’ll make yourself pass out. Besides, I’m exhausted. So exhausted. I don’t want to babysit you right now, I’d much rather be sleeping in Love’s bed.

“P-Please don’t kill m-mee!” You beg with a weak excuse for a voice. Watching, I can’t help but inhale sharply. God, I just want you to shut up.

“Listen to me-“ I try to speak, but you cut me off.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I flinch back.

There it is. The sudden need to leave.

Maybe if I leave, you’ll calm down. Maybe if I leave, you’ll figure things out on your own and realize that crying about it all is a waste of time. Should I deprive you of water too? Joe. Come on, Joe. Don’t act rash, you’re just angry.

Hopefully some rest will benefit the both of us.

I try to say my goodbyes, but you just cover your ears and cry out like a child.

When I finally make it apparent that I’m leaving, you begin to settle down.

But it’s too late, I’m securing my cap back onto my head and sliding the locker door up.

Once the door is down again, I lock it. I might’ve heard you say ‘wait’... I think. But what does it matter? You’re being a brat, despite my generosity. I could’ve done something much worse to you, you know?

Listen. Whatever you’ve heard— whatever you think you know about me- I think you’re getting it wrong. I’m not that bad, Y/N. I’m a good person, I care about you, I care about Love... and ultimately I care about us.

Don’t force me to do something so awful for something so minimal.

So I’m playing cult of the lamb and I have this follower, he’s a red panda and his names arty, and he’s one of my favorites so I get the marriage thing and marry him. But even before I married him he gave me this quest and was like “hey I think this follower is an imposter and secretly hates the cult.” Or some shit like that and because I’m easily made smitten, I say, “of course!” And I run off and track down the guy, evil smile and all. I find him and we talk, he says some perfectly normal shit like, “oh hey leader! I love you sooo muuuuuch!” Just normal cultish dick sucking stuff and I go back to arty kind of doubting it but it’s whatever. I talk to arty, and I tell him what the guy said and he’s like “omg that’s so suspicious!” And I’m second guessing myself and I’m thinking something along the lines of, yeah, you know what, that is kinda suspect, and I walk away. Now after we got married, Arty runs up to me and tells me that the guy was doing bad shit and that he HAD to be put in jail, so I do it, I throw the guy in prison and I check on his stats and it says that he was innocent and I shouldn’t be imprisoning him. I think about it for a second, collect my reward from arty for putting the guy away, and then let him back out of prison felling kind of confused. A little while later, Arty walks up to me and tells me, “you have to kill him, he’s going to ruin the cult.” I’m so confused, but that’s my husband, I can’t NOT. He’d be upset and I’ve already done all the other things he asked of me, what’s this matter? And I have a sacrifice ritual I can do that will raise the loyalty of the rest of my followers. So I just slink into the church, check if I can do the ritual, I can, I do. Quest now complete, I run back to Arty, I get my reward, and then I give him a smooch. Now I feel weird and find it kind of hilarious I accidentally married a psycho. THEN, he walks up to me and tells me his brothers in the forest and he wants me to find him, I go and I find him immediately, Arty is happy. And now they’re inseparable and I’m sitting here laughing over the fact I married a male red panda version of love from YOU, brother constantly trailing behind them included.

I just finished all 3 seasons of YOU and all I have to say is love and forty deserved better. With also my opinion that Joe needs a therapist (an actual no lies therapist) cause that boy is damaged beyond on no exaggeration and a hug but also a good old punch to the face because he deserves that .

I believe him and forty could of been happy together