Dec 24, 2025
Nicky: *exists*
Joe:
seen from Germany
seen from Algeria
seen from Türkiye
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from Singapore
seen from Russia
seen from Germany
seen from Sweden
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from China
Nicky: *exists*
Joe:
I’ve got a week of vacation and of course I’m spending it writing and drawing. I’ve been experimenting with charcoal, and couldn’t resist drawing the iconic kiss. Still love them so much! ❤️
😂😂
Am I wrong?
Have you ever met someone you want to take care of so madly? Like keep them close and hold them when they shiver? Keep them safe from everyone and everything? Tell them 'the demons will have to go through me to get to you'? Believe in their dreams and support them? Stay up at nights to listen to them talk about their high school bullies until they slowly drift into a peaceful slumber? Want to be there when they fall just so you can rush to pick them up? To slowly brush your fingers through their hair when they take refuge in the crook of your arm? Give them so much affection and love and support, so much of what they deserve and much more?
tbh romanticising everything is keeping me sane
No one:
Joe and Nicky in the van:
“Is that part of the poem?”
“Your smiles are starlight
I will strive forever to memorize the constellations crafted from your joy.
Even if I should map them all, I know their beauty will never diminish in my eyes.”
“Sing me a song, sweet Sulayman, and quench me with sweet wine. When the bottle comes around, pass it with your hands into mine. Look! Morning's in the sky, already its flaxen loincloth shines. With cups of comfort wash the call to prayer from my mind. Give me some wine to drink in public, then fuck me from behind.”
Abū Nuwās - Wine, Boys and Song
Yusuf used to tease Nicolò, recite and translate poems, some would consider ‘scandalous’. Yusuf confessed a certain thought with his language, thinking Nicolò didn’t understand him, dizzied with the secret of his heart, drunk on the soft smile from the love of his life.
Inspired by this fic here by twoseas, in which Joe headed into all kinds of shenanigan thinking Nicky didn’t know Arabic. (◡‿◡✿): https://archiveofourown.org/works/26207998