#rhys montrose

[faithlesscompanion]

[emily-in-crisis]

the real rhys montrose was really going about his days having no clue that some psycho was having a deeply homoerotic relationship with a murderous version of him

[joestarling]

Joe Goldberg and Rhys Montrose | You (2018-) 4x10: The Death of Jonathan Moore

[1liv]

[adhdwtf]

diversity win! the man and his hallucination are gay!

[kazbrekkeratemyson]

[emotional-emotion]

#he's just like me fr

YOU (2018-) 4.02 Portrait of the Artist

[goldrose-fever]

is it fruity to have sexual tension with your evil alter ego?

[terr-arium]

Nothing is funnier than Joe funneling every evil part of himself into a hallucination of a British politician.

[eggsaladstain]

nothing funnier than joe spending the first 10 minutes of 4x06 trying to figure out how to get rhys alone so he can bring him back to his apartment and kill him only to walk into his apartment and find that rhys has already broken in

the man continues to be such a loser lmao

post-4x07 edit: LMAOOOO HE’S EVEN MORE OF A LOSER THAN WE REALIZED

[evie-carnahan]

every time joe and rhys interact

[magnyeeto]

You season 4 had no business being this FRUITY what the hell??? Like from the moment Rhys sat next to Joe in ep 1 I knew he was the pining after Joe killer like I'm sorry BROWN IS YOUR COLOUR???? MAKING FIRST STEPS SO JOE WOULDN'T GHOST YOU???? READING EVERY LITTLE ARTICLE ON HIM???? SAVING HIM FROM THAT RICH ASSHOLE???? THE "IM SORRY KATE IM IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH RHYS NOW"????

[yrsonpurpose]

JONATHAN MOORE & RHYS MONTROSE ✦ YOU (2018-) Season 4 Part 2

[joestarling]

Joe Goldberg and Rhys Montrose | You (2018-) 4x10: The Death of Jonathan Moore

[1liv]

[happy74827]

Can you make more Joe Goldberg? You did such aan amazing job on the first one that I NEED a second one. Just please consider. Thank. Love your fics btw 💖💖💖

Lily of the Valley

[Joe Goldberg x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Coffee might not be his favorite, but things can change when it involves a person like you.

WC: 659

Category: Fluff

Fortunately, I already had this small idea in mind for our lovely stalker man and this request really just put the icing on top of the cake. Hopefully it fulfills your needs 🙌 (also you’re too sweet… thank you so much for the kind words 💞)

『••✎••』

Coffee. The hard, hot, and bitter drink that is the reason many people get out of bed each day and the reason why some people stay up until the early hours of the morning. He never understood the appeal.

But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the smell of coffee beans roasting, the smell of fresh ground beans being poured into a filter, and the smell of the finished product. He didn't understand how something so bitter and disgusting could have such a calming and comforting smell.

Joe had been sitting in a booth in a coffee shop for the past few hours, watching the world outside go by, sipping a small mug of tea, and his current read, "The Woman In The Window" by A.J Finn, in front of him. His eyes were trained on the people going by, not really taking much of anything in. He was on autopilot, a default setting he slipped into whenever his mind was full of something else.

It was only when a waitress with a short, black pixie cut walked over to his table that his eyes come back into focus, and his thoughts began to slow down. She didn't look like she belonged in a coffee shop. With a long, floral dress, combat boots, and a cardigan, she was far too pretty and too interesting to be serving lattes. She was a rose in a garden full of daisies, a peacock among chickens.

Then, like a snap to reality, the sound of his name pulled him away from her and onto… you. The whole reason he was here in the first place.

If he thought the waitress was a rose, you were a whole bouquet.

"Jonathan! Are you going to order anything, or are you just going to keep sitting there, scaring all our other employees?" You said a laugh in your voice.

He hadn't even noticed the waitress had already left, and now, you were standing by the table, holding a coffee pot.

Yeah, he needs to stop letting his thoughts take over.

"No, no, I was just, uh, reading."

"Reading a book, or reading her?" You said, cocking your head to the side, indicating the waitress who had moved on to another table.

"Reading the book."

"Mhm, sure." You said, not at all convinced. God, he just wanted to kiss the smirk off your face. Those pretty lipstick-covered lips moving against his.

You shook your head, smiling.

"You want a muffin… or something? On the house, since you're a regular and all."

He looked down at the book again, then back up at you. Unlike the waitress, you were dressed for work in a black, collared shirt tucked into black pants and a black apron tied around your waist.

It told him a lot about you, like the fact that you were a rule follower organized. The other waitress played confidence to stand out. You wanted to blend in, but still, he noticed.

How could he not notice you?

"Sure."

"Blueberry, right? Your usual."

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll be back in a second."

You had just turned to leave before you spun on your heel and stopped.

"And, Jonathan,” you paused. "That book in your hands? Wonderful read."

As you walked away, he realized how his heart had started to beat faster, and he couldn't stop the grin on his face.

A bouquet? No, you were something far more rare and far more beautiful than that.

You were an orchid.

And when you returned with that perfectly shaped muffin and that award-winning smile, Joe decided this would be the last time he ever chased a woman. Because this one?

You?

It was as though you were a mix between all his past loves and yet someone entirely new.

You were that new orchid in the greenhouse, the lily of the valley, and he wanted to nurture you and make you grow.

It's time to stop blending in; he would bring you out to bloom.