#j/oseph q/uinn

[softsnzstuff]

Idk if I’m just dumb but I’ve never seen the full interview of JQ dealing with like really bad allergies? And finally found the full thing!!

You can hear him sniffling SO AUDIBLY in the background especially at the beginning. He wipes his nose on his hand several times and poor guy’s eyes are like super watery.

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #r/obin b/uckley #n/ancy w/heeler #j/oseph Q/uinn #Youtube

[comfortqueenie]

Can we talk about how Joseph Quinn is a compulsive blesser? There are so many videos of him at cons, and in interviews, blessing people. Never in the context of a sneeze from what I’ve seen, but that’s GOTTA MEAN HE DOES, right? Even hearing the words ooze from his lips make me kick my little feet.

We also know for a fact that Joe Keery is a blesser. There’s that one video where he says it to a woman in the background- which is also a strange fantasy of mine/one of my favorite things to scan con videos for. A celebrity blessing an interviewer, or fan, or stranger in a restaurant. It’s very sweet. Makes them seem more human, more accessible. I just love it.

I LOVE BLESSING!!! LET’S HEAR IT FOR BLESSING, FOLKS!

p.s- it’s ironic because i’m not religious in the slightest, i just love the hurt/comfort and politeness aspect of it.

#hurt/comfort #snzblr #bless you #j/oseph q/uinn #ed/die mu/nson #st/ranger th/ings

[nametakensff]

The way I have to deal with my intense attraction to j/oseph q/uinn knowing that he sometimes looks so much like my dad when he was younger........pain

Like those recent gifs of him accepting that MTV thing? 🙃🙃🙃

#i told my sister i realised this and she told me she didn’t want to say anything about it to avoid grossing me out LMAO #it is what is tbh #i realised it because my friend called him a dilf when she saw a pic of him in his twenties and called it JQ core #thanks for that girl #at least e/ddie m/unson looks different enough i can forget #nttalks

[dontfeeltoohot]

re: THAT J/oseph Q/uinn interview, I don't know where in the world they were doing press for ST4, but judging from the date of that video it was when the pollen count was INCREDIBLY high across the UK...

Yes I remember this because it was all anyone would talk about at work so it's engraved into my brain.

LOL. I believe these were all during his Brazil tour? I could be SO wrong, but I vaguely remember some of the interviewers talking about it? They did like 6 or so interviews.

#st #asks #answered

[atvrvxia]

i made some changes to my muses !! under the cut are the full list of changes i’ve done.

removed: robin munroe, theodore reeves, alessandra caruso, zayan dubois, tristan valentine, caliana said, harley lafleur and riggs nowak

changed: harrison lancaster ( changed the fc from b*arry k*eoghan to j*oseph q*uinn )

#∷『 bree speaks 』— ooc ∷

[misspeculiar-chroi]

(Draft) "Segue"

They tried to get my delusional butt to move on to:

T/om H/olland

L/ucas B/ravo

H/arry S/tyles

T/imothée C/halamet

J/oseph Q/uinn

P/aul M/escal

(still recalling others)

#delulu

[misspeculiar-principe]

I did look him up alongside B/arry K/eoghan and J/oseph Q/uinn.

[lupinedreaming]

Dude, why are hardcore J/oseph Q/uinn stans so damn unhinged??

[lethe-rpg]

Joseph Thomas, they named him. Joseph first, because he was the older of the two grandads, and because it was broadly agreed that he’d been a lucky sort of man. The Finedays wanted their son to have that, and all the drive, the grace, whatever it was that kept Joe walking the right way. Thomas second, because he was a good man, a good brother and husband and father, who got in trouble and made trouble and struggled and lost and struggled and won. And that ought to be honoured, too. Joseph Thomas Fineday - or J.T., because Joseph Thomas was the sort of thing you called somebody when they were in for it, and a mouthful besides - didn’t get to know his grandfathers well. Didn’t get to know a lot of things well, in fact, as his mom worked her way around the oil patch, far away from the rez he’d been born on, back in Saskatchewan. Leaving wasn’t an easy choice. But with his dad in the forces, gone for months on end, mom took the chance. For the family, for her son. The money was good; she pushed through night school along the way, set up a contracting business, made more money, made jobs. And when she had to, she could pick it all up and head to the next well. J.T. understood, but he didn’t always want to. Not when he had to get used to new schools and new towns, over, and over, and over. He knew he’d have his mom, and his dad, at least for a while, until the next tour. But mom worked so hard, and the two of them only got so much time together, too - asking for more, for him, seemed ungrateful. So he should just get friends of his own, hey? Only, most of those places they stayed, scattered through the prairie backcountry? Didn’t have too many kids to choose from. And most of those were white. Being one of the few brown faces in the room - or the only one - for a year here, two years there, and so on, putting up with all the bullshit that came with… it wore on him. First, he drew away into books. Tore through tiny libraries and battered secondhand stores. By his teens, that stopped working. Those rare visits home had dried up, cut off by loss, distance, and so on. Those once-precocious grades started sliding, fast. Those “friends” got worse, and J.T. got worse with them, trying to see who he had to be to keep ahold of the few connections he had. It was all sliding apart,  faster and faster - until a dingy school-lunch drama club in northern Alberta managed to hold that shit together. J.T. hadn’t expected it, to say the least. Fought it, for a while. But the lure of bringing something to life, stepping into a story, exploring people and moments and feelings… he couldn’t turn his back on that. Not for long, anyway. And that was just the start. Theater - the act, the history, all of it - became J.T.’s place to be. Wasn’t always easy. The same barriers his dad hit while serving, all the obstacles his mom ran into around the rigs, those homegrown Canadian prejudices, were waiting. But for that feeling, up on stage? J.T. told himself that was worth anything. And he told his students, too, as he somehow fell into teaching, one university improv group and community theatre club at a time. Along the way, he reached out into film, into art, into a world he’d never pictured himself as a part of - and he found that part, became it. Even if his parents didn’t exactly like all this, as a career path, they could love how much it did for their son. And, eventually, J.T. loved it for how much he could do for others, especially kids like he’d been. 

He’d still be doing that, if it weren’t for an exceptionally bad weekend. Exceptionally. A faculty trip out to the interior, a bit of backcountry hiking and so on, that’d sounded like a good time. Be nice to get out of the city, leave Vancouver behind for a couple weeks. So far as risks went, he’d anticipated busted ankles and blisters. Nobody mentioned wolf attacks. The ride to the hospital was long, and bloody. And fucking painful, to say the least. But if he’d gone to pieces, as much as his arm was, well, everybody would have lost it. So J.T. made sure they managed a few laughs, got some real road trip photos, yeah? He kept it up after the stitches went in, after he breezed his way back to work. While trying not to twitch every time he heard a dog growl. Or heave whenever he passed that hellishly nasty staff microwave. Or… there were little things, strange things, that sent him back to the doctor. Until he stopped bothering, because after a few scans and tests and so on, all the man said was that he ought to talk it out with his counsellor, and all his counsellor could do was listen and ask and miss what he meant, which sounded crazier and crazier every time he tried to find a not-crazy way to explain it. So those little things kept piling up, day by day - until it all fell down. Two months ago. Full moon. 

Now, you meet all sorts, in the theatre. Between students and colleagues, J.T.’s collected quite the odd mix of acquaintances - odd enough that somebody was able to suss out just what, exactly, was going on. Lycanthropy has some pretty predictable patterns, after all, and a fresh werewolf has some particular quirks, don’t they? Quinn Cameron, of course, had some personal experience to work from. They were friends - you’ve gotta be decent to whoever’s building your sets - just professionally, maybe, but between that and how jittery J.T. was, he listened when Quinn came around. To actually have someone put a name to it, make it real, was strangely earth-shattering. Or, more accurately, it… ripped the tape off, maybe. That first full moon had cracked J.T.’s world to pieces, broken rules, bent sense and story inside out. By sheer force of will, he’d kept his shit in order. More or less. Held the reality of it at arm’s length, because he had to. Because it shouldn’t be happening. Because it couldn’t be happening. But it was. It was, and he didn’t have any answers, couldn’t even imagine where to look. And as it pressed in on his life, as it tugged and tore at his body, J.T. started to feel something familiar: anger. At circumstances beyond his control, like when he was a kid, pushed around and pulled from place to place. He’d never liked being angry. It was something he wanted less of, wanted to beat and be done with. Hearing the reason, the truth, said - werewolf - didn’t help. What the fuck was that really supposed to mean, anyway? For him? For his plans, unraveling around the full moon, the days next to it, the days further, as he found himself tearing through his apartment night after night, unable to just will away this thing that had chewed its way into his schedule. A busy schedule. At this point, as he arrives in Lethe for what he hopes will be a short stay, J.T.’s trying to see this ridiculous, impossible situation as a temporary inconvenience. If the world’s weird enough for this B-movie bullshit to exist, it better be strange enough for an easy fix to be out there. And, based on what he’s been told, Lethe should be able to supply something like that. Right?

As for his thoughts on Lethe, well, J.T.’s still at the first impressions stage - he’s literally just arrived, and the walk from the inn to city hall has left him a little doubtful, to say the least. It’s weird how weird this place isn’t, given what Quinn told him. As for the Riverborn, or the Council’s shaky standing, or the recent and unfortunately relevant upheaval in the local pack, they didn’t get to that in any detail; at the moment, J.T. isn’t giving it much thought. He has his own problems, and, frankly, he’d like his life to get less strange sooner than later. Should be easy. Sure.

#taken #taken male #taken werewolf #jt fineday #michael greyeyes

[softsnzstuff]

Guys I totally just woke up from a dream that JQ had a snz fit like right in front of me.

Like I was freaking out obviously bc in the dream I now knew what it sounded like but also not to be extra kinky but he sneezed into the sleeve of my sweatshirt while I was wearing it?!?! 😳📯

#A DREAM #kb rambles #snzblr #snz kink #JQ #j/oseph q/uinn

[softsnzstuff]

He’s baaaaaaack. A Q/uiet P/lace Day One out this summer 😎

#not me looking at his nose #I’m just so #ugh #j/oseph Q/uinn

[softsnzstuff]

JQ Sick at Christmas

WOW not me being actually like 3 weeks late to posting this. I’m so sorry! Just a soft lil JQ/JCB drabble.

Summary: J/oseph’s been rocking a fever/the flu for the last couple of days - sleeping mostly - but hot chocolate and Christmas movies is something he can’t resist. 🎄

PLEASE DONT REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS

December 20

Jamie takes a sip of his coffee and starts singing along to ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas’ on the radio as he unpacks the small boxes of ornaments. The 8 foot noble fir has been standing tall but barren in their London apartment for over a week now.

Joe’s been asking to decorate for days, but one of them always had some work commitment or another. Now that it was so close to Christmas, they were both off work and ready to decorate.

Jamie had busted out the ornaments and string lights early that morning while Joe slept in. It wasn’t too unusual for him to relax more on off days but he was usually up by now.

As if on cue, Joe pads down the stairs in some black sweatpants and a Christmas jumper. He smiles when he sees that Jamie has started setting up already.

“Do we finally get to decorate?” He beamed.

“I thought we could.” Jamie smiled back, kissing him on the cheek. “Are you cold?”

It was December in London, but the heat was turned up. Jamie was in pajama pants and a white tee.

“Just thought I’d be festive.” Joe lied, looking at his jumper. He’d been chilly since the night prior and hadn’t been able to quite get warm yet.

Cheerful music rang out as they wrapped the lights around the tree. Once that was out of the way, they started picking ornaments out one by one and adding them to the branches.

Jamie was hanging up one of the new Stranger Things ornaments they got as a gag gift from Maya when he noticed Joseph had stopped and had the heel of his hand pressed to his temple.

“Alright love?”

“Nghh… yeah just a headache.”

“Want some paracetamol?” Jamie suggested.

“Sure.” Joe walked to the kitchen and opened the cupboard to find the bottle he was looking for. He tapped out two pills and swallowed them before rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand.

He tried to sniffle back the tickle that had settled in the back of his sinuses, but it only aggravated it further. Joe cupped a hand over his nose as he snapped at the waist.

“H’iKSHTiew!”

“Bless you!” Jamie called out from the next room.

“… H’aeITSCHew! snfsnff”

“And again!”

Joe popped back into the living room, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his jumper. Jamie hung the ornament he was holding on the tree and pulled Joe into a hug.

“Are you getting sick, darling?” Jamie mumbled into his ear.

Joe pulled back from the hug and tried to give Jamie his most convincing gaze. “I’m fine.”

*****

December 24

“I need you to open your mouth for me, sweetheart.” Jamie purrs softly as he perches on the edge of their King bed.

Joe blindly obliges as his partner slides the cool metal instrument under his tongue. After telling Jamie he was fine when they decorated the tree earlier in the week, he quickly developed a sore throat. The congestion had set in by that evening, and the next morning, he’d woken up with a fever.

The younger man has been in bed for the better part of the last 4 days, either sleeping or watching mindless tv. He feels woozy as Jamie runs a cold hand over his clammy forehead and through his hair, almost like he’s floating. He somehow feels too hot and too cold and his whole body feels like jelly.

A faint beeping snaps him out of his fevered trance, just long enough to see Jamie frown at him.

“38.8°C ((102°F)).” He sighs, “You just stay in bed today and let me know if you need anything, yeah?”

Joe blinks slowly and nods his head slightly, his body disagreeing with the movement. Jamie disappears and he slowly falls into a deep sleep.

***

The thirty three year old keeps himself entertained for a few hours downstairs, reading, cleaning and playing some quiet guitar.

He eats dinner by himself - Joe’s not had an appetite for the last two or three days despite Jamie trying to get him to eat some toast or applesauce.

After dinner he heads upstairs to see if Joe needs anything. The younger man is down for the count, fast asleep with lips slightly parted as congested snores fill the room.

Trying to be quiet, Jamie tidies up a bit, binning the tissues scattered around the floor, taking the empty tea mugs to be washed in the kitchen, and leaving a new ice water on the bedside stand next to the paracetamol and tissues.

He heads back downstairs, wanting to do something Christmassy. It is Christmas Eve after all. He throws on ‘Love, Actually’, a quintessential British classic, and sets a small plate of Christmas cookies on the table next to Joe’s bottles of DayQuil and NyQuil from earlier.

He heats up some homemade hot chocolate on the stove before making himself comfortable on the couch to watch the film.

Ant and Dec pop on the screen to introduce Billy Mack when Jamie hears coughing coming from upstairs.

A few moments later, he sees Joe slowly (and tiredly) making his way down the stairs with a blanket draped over his shoulders. His eyes have a fever glaze to them, complimenting his flushed cheeks.

“What’re you doing out of bed Joseph?” Jamie stands up to pull him into a hug.

“SNF! Wanted to spend time with you on Christmas.” He said innocently.

Jamie melted slightly, easing Joe onto the couch, “Alright love. Can I get you some dinner?”

Jamie knew the attempt was futile. He expected the answer before it came.

Joe leaned back into the couch cushions and rubbed at his nose with a knuckle. “N’dot hu’gry. iiTSCHuhew! H’eKSHTiew!”

“Bless you!”

Joe pouted and groaned slightly.

“What about some hot chocolate? Think you can drink some of that?”

Joe nodded after a minute of contemplation. Jamie pressed the warm mug to his partners hands and sat down next to him, pulling him close.

“Sorry I m’bessed up all of our Christm’bas plans.” Joe murmured apologetically.

Jamie kissed the top of his head.

“You didn’t ruin any plans. The best Christmas is just spending it with you.”

#s/tranger t/hings #j/oseph q/uinn #j/amie c/ampbell b/ower #fevers #sickfic #snzblr #kb writes #christmas snz

[softsnzstuff]

YALL WAKE THE FUCK UP WEVE GOT J/OSEPH Q/UINN WITH A BOX OF TISSUES AT TOKYO CC

#can I…write this? #j/oseph q/uinn #JQ #FUCK #snz kink #snzblr #sneezing #sicknario???? #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson

[softsnzstuff]

Totally into the idea of JQ/JK/JCB in any capacity ;)

Hi hi!! Thanks for showing interest!! I’m definitely into exploring RPF fics since that’s more of my normal writing style, but for now while I practice, here’s a small drabble.

G/N Reader is JQ’s partner and is on standby during those allergy interviews in Brazil. 🤍KB

*****

You watched on as the interview wrapped up. Your boyfriend and his three costars - Maya, Joe, and Natalia - waved goodbye at the camera before leaning forward to shake hands with the interviewer one last time.

Everyone had leaned back in their chairs again in preparation for the next interviewer to come in, but Joseph stood up.

“I’m sorry, I just need one moment.” He explained to their handler as he got out of the chair and walked off the small interview area.

As he weaved his way through the chairs of his peers, his breath began to hitch - something it had been doing off and on all day. He pulled the collar of his shirt up, vaguely in front of his face before tensing, shoulders shuddering slightly.

“ihh hehh HEH’itssch! t’sCHuh! eh’KSH! isshH!”

He sniffled wetly as he dragged the back of his hand along the underside of his nose.

“Need a tissue baby?” You asked, holding out the box that was next to the table you were sat at just off to the side.

“Please!” He pulled a few, dabbing away the allergic tears that were running down his cheeks. “You’re so sweet to hang on to those for me.”

You chuckled, “Looks like you need them!”

“Ha ha. I’m sure my endless sneezing is very entertaining for you.” he said sarcastically, finally blowing his nose as you stood up to hug him.

He rested his forehead on your shoulder as you pulled him close, one hand on his back and the other scratching at the back of his head.

All of a sudden he went rigid and you stopped the head scratches. “Joe?”

“HIH’eKSHtiew! SNFF”

He managed to bring one hand up, sneezing into it while he leaned against your shoulder.

“Bless you.” You kissed the top of his head as you pulled back.

“Ughhh,” he groaned, rubbing at his nose again.

“Only two more and then we can go back to the hotel.” You reminded him, offering a sympathetic smile.

He smiled back, mouthing “I love you” and giving your hand a squeeze before returning to his chair back in the interview area.

“Are we ready for the next interviewer?” The handler asked.

The four young actors nodded before the handler turned around to security at the door. “Alright, send in the next one!”

#JQ #j/oseph q/uinn #x reader #g/n reader #s/tranger t/hings #snzblr #snz kink #rpf #kb writes #allergies

[softsnzstuff]

JQ at con has to keep pausing for tissues to sneeze into. Finally has a fit and JCB or a friend guides him off behind a partition so he can blow his nose and take a moment.

YES! Here’s a short soft little something. Going to try and go through the good old inbox before I inevitably NyQuil myself into oblivion. Enjoy ~KB

*****

Winter in Europe was not a force to be reckoned with, especially with the seasonal colds and flus going around. Paris was no exception to this, as everyone had come to realize.

Joseph and Jamie were sat at a joined autograph table, fans lined up out the door and then some, all wanting their time with the guys. Jamie’s plush bat sat on the table in between him and their handlers for the day.

“Hi!!!!” A girl squealed as she approached the table.

“Hello darling, how are you?” Jamie asked, reaching out to touch her hand.

“I’m good! How are you guys?” She asked, voice shaking.

One of the handlers, Megan, slid a poster towards Jamie with a post it note that said “Katie”.

“H’eTSCHuh!” Joseph twisted to the side, sneezing into a closed fist.

“Bless you Joseph,” Jamie patted his friends shoulder before turning back to the girl. “I’m doing well Katie, thank you for asking. You’ll have to excuse Joseph, he’s a bit poorly at the moment.”

Katie “awww”ed, watching as Joseph’s handler pulled a box of tissues out from under the table, handing one to him.

The younger man scrubbed at his nose, pocketing the tissue as Katie scorched down from in front of Jamie.

“Hello!” Joseph greeted. He was trying his best to keep up polite conversation despite the sore throat. He and Jamie both had copious amounts of water bottles and hand sanitizer at their table.

“Hi Joseph!” Katie was trying to contain her excitement. “I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well.”

“Aww thank you.” He scribbled his signature and a little note in her poster. “That’s for you!”

“Thank you so much!” She took the poster and ran off to her friends waiting on the other side.

This went on for twenty minutes - signing and chatting, and the occasional pause for joseph to sneeze.

A bit later, a pair of twenty-something girls came up, holding Hellfire shirts.

“You two again! Hello!” Jamie cheerfully shouted at them, having recognized them from photos earlier.

“Lovely to see you again, Jamie!!” They both chimed. They were cosplaying Wednesday and Enid.

“Once again, love the cosplay, ladies.” He purred, reaching for the shirts to sign. “Do me a favor, I’ll hold the bottom of the shirt but can you pull the top so the signature looks right?”

The girls nodded and did as he asked, thanking him as he signed.

“Hi Joseph!!” They both said in unison as they moved down the table.

“H- ii’KTChew! T’zziew! … h’eSHuhew!”

He had grabbed a few tissues from the pack and twisted away from them, trying (and failing) to be discrete with the sneezing.

“Aw bless you Joe!” They cooed.

Joe sniffled thickly and have a nod of thanks. Jamie was quick to stand up and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Would you excuse us for just one second, girls?” Jamie asked.

They of course, nodded, Jamie helping Joe up and judging him behind the partition. Joe looked at his friend inquisitively, before Jamie pulled out a travel pack of tissues.

“Thought you could use a minute?”

A look if relief swept across Joe’s face, now having the privacy to clean himself up a little.

“Yeah that would be great, thanks mate.”

Jamie handed him the tissues and patted his back before dipping out from behind the partition to entertain the fans while they waited.

The younger man pulled a couple of tissues out, blowing his nose a few times until he felt it was clear. When he finally stepped back out, Jamie’s bat was sitting in his chair.

“What’s all this then?” Joseph asked, chuckling.

Jamie shrugged, looking at the fans that were right up against the table. “We thought you could use him more today.”

Joe laughed and took his seat, leaving the bat plush in his lap. “Thanks for waiting! Hellfire shirts? Did you make these yourselves?? That’s so cool!”

#s/tranger t/hings #j/amie c/ampbell b/ower #j/oseph q/uinn #rpf #j/omie #snzblr #ask box #kb writes #anonymous

[softsnzstuff]

JQ has come down with a sniffley cold. Unfortunately all his sniffling keeps making him sneeze much to his embarrassment. His partner (writers choice) brings him tea and catches his sneezes for him

Decided to go for some domestic JCB/JQ for this one! Thank you for sending! 🤍KB

*****

When Jamie arrived home from some press, the last thing he expected to see was Joseph in the kitchen. Today marked day three of this wicked cold his partner had managed to pick up and quite honestly, Jamie had expected him to be in bed or on the couch.

Yet here was Joe, in pajama bottoms and a jumper, seemingly waiting for the kettle to boil. The steam had loosened some of the stubborn congestion and made his nose start to run, watery sniffles only further provoking the tickle.

Without bothering to cover, he turned to the side sneezing at the ground.

“Hh- h’EKSHt! snf SNFF iiKSHiew!”

“Bless you, love.” Jamie hugged the younger man from behind, “Still feeling poorly?”

Joe dragged his hand along the underside of his nose, leaving a wet sheen. “Feel pretty shit, yeah.”

Jamie eyed the kettle and the empty mug waiting on the counter. “Why don’t you go lie down? I can make your tea.”

“Okay.” As Joe sulked off to the couch, he pitched forward with a wet sneeze, “Heh’iiKSHiew! Snlrff”

“Cover those sneezes, mate!” Jamie teased from the kitchen.

“Sorry…”

The couch was amazing. It felt good to just not move. He made himself comfortable and a few minutes later, Jamie walked in with a mug of tea.

“There you are, Joseph.” Jamie smiled, setting the mug down on the coffee table and sitting next to his partner, pulling him close.

“snf thehhh SNF thanks jhh Jamie…”

Jamie saw where this was going. Joe was going to sneeze and since he wasn’t great at covering, it would probably end up on him. In anticipation, Jamie quickly plucked a few tissues from the table and held them up to Joe’s face.

The younger man, still leaning against Jamie, was fighting against the urge to sneeze. His pink nostrils were flaring and his eyes were already fluttering shut. Jamie held the tissues as Joe leaned into them.

“T’sSCHuu! ehKSHU! … HIH’eKSHTiew!”

The tissue was warm in Jamie’s hand as he pinched away any meds and wiped at the underside of Joe’s nose. It would seem his attempts to avoid this cold were futile.

He sighed slightly, kissing Joe’s forehead. “Bless you, Joseph.”

With that, Jamie got up to go wash his hands and hope for the best.

#JCB/JQ #j/oseph q/uinn #j/amie c/ampbell b/ower #rpf #snzblr #kb writes #ask box #colds #coldfucker