Coolest Girl Evr

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BENJAMIN POINDEXTER now playing : Sue me - Audrey Hobert. Pt 1,— Pt 2

You cared for Dex, so so much. Really, you did. As you both sat on the couch and watched movies, as you cooked dinner together, as you spent everyday together.

Yet the gnawing feeling of needing to leave ached and pawed at you every day, he was nothing but good to you. To the point where you felt you didn’t deserve it, like you couldn’t reciprocate. But, at the same time you craved the validation he brought. The love, the undoubted devotion.

He knew about your avoidance, of course he did. He knew everything about you. From how you grew up and who your best friend was as a kid, to what you liked and didn’t like. While he wanted to give you the space you needed, he found himself pressing himself closer to you in anyway he could, the aching thought of being without you made every part of him scream out that you would leave him and that you’d never talk to him.

Anxious attachment and avoidant attachment were equally as toxic to each-other, it wasn’t meant to be toxic, all you wanted really was each other.

He could sense you were spiraling, you weren’t answering his texts as quickly even if you lived right next to each-other, wall to wall.

Dex : hey, you okay?

4:30

Dex : please just talk to me? I thought we could maybe try have a sit down to clear things up.

5:47

I don’t know what’s wrong with me :

Please just come over. :

It took at most ten minutes for him to read the message and come to your place, he didn’t knock, just gently let himself in, taking his shoes off at the door and walking quietly to your bedroom as you weren’t on the couch or in the kitchen.

He sat down on the bed and watched the lump of you burrowed deep under the fresh sheets and heavy, fluffy duvet. He gently pet what he assumed was your back. “Hey, honey. Are you not feeling too hot?” All he got in response was a “Mh-Mh.” And a head-shake.

He continues to gently stroke your back. “Do you want to talk about it?” Another head shake. “Do you…need to eat something?” When you shook your head again his hand slowed. “Can you maybe tell me what you need?” He asked carefully, like speaking to a hissing cat. “No, please just go away.” You said, even if you were the one who asked him to come, pushing him away, if only verbally, came on instinct.

He paid no mind to it. “Do you think maybe it’s a little warm to be hiding under the blankets? Why don’t we go sit in the living room with the air con, and we don’t have to talk we can just sit. Yea?” That got him a little nod from you. That nod was just as good to him as an enthusiastic yes. He gently helped ease you out of bed and you both went to the living room.

Sitting side my side on the couch his large, warm and slightly scarred hand gently stroked your head by your forehead, occasionally brushing some hair out of your face even if nothing had necessarily went into your eyes. “I just-…” you tried to start but cut yourself off with a huff. “I just have this urge to push you away. I do like you, so much but I…I’m half convinced that I don’t really like you because I don’t deserve you but I do like you.” You continued, he listened. Didn’t try to offer half assed solution or anything, he just sat there stroking your head and hearing you out.

“Does it scare you? To have someone care?” He asked carefully, trying to understand you better. “Yeah…it does. I think I’m broken.”

“Oh sweet girl….you’re not broken I promise, okay? You don’t have to be perfect to not be broken. We all have our faults and yours make you no less worthy of the things you want.” He kissed the side of your head gently and guided you to his chest. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel sane, the only good thing I have in this fucked I’m world, okay? I need you. I-…”

“What could you possibly need me for? You don’t even have a single flaw..” you murmured, to you and from your perspective, the man who was consoling you was as clean as a whistle. He never played loud music, his apartment was always clean, his trash was always out on time, his lights went out at 10PM.

“You don’t see it, do you? You’re my only moral pointing, I need you to keep me good. I need you because you’re the only safe thing I could ever return to. You guide me, in a dark sky you’re a bright star. Sometimes- all times, really, I feel like I’m underwater and like I’m drowning. But I don’t know if I’m swimming for the surface or to the bottom..I need you to tell me where to go. You don’t even have to say anything. Just be there. Please.”

this is still short and I’m not sure if I like it but okay ☹️ anyway ngh my husband is so fine in these new pics

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will you write about overmedicated dex at the psychiatric hospital and how he comes dependent on nurse!reader because she's the only one kind to him there? thank u <3

BENJAMIN POINDEXTER now playing: An Eater - Matt Martians.

The days were so slow, it was impossible to know what day of the week it was for the average patient. The routine helped, only slightly.

Breakfast at 7:00,

Group therapy 8:30,

Lunch 12:00,

Individual therapy 4:00,

Dinner 6:00,

And lights out at 9:00 every day.

It was so repetitive not even a sane person could heal under such a firm schedule.

Medicine didn’t help either, they fed him pills every day, more than needed but he was labeled a public safety concern after the FBI and their investigation on him. Heavy sedation however, wasn’t what he needed to heal whatever broken part of him aches worse and worse every day.

He could feel his mind fraying over the thick, heavy and choking cloud of sedation over his mind, it gnawed and struggled lazily. The anomaly that was you broke it all.

It started when you came to give him his morning medication in those little plastic cups he realized you were new, a clean face that wasn’t smudged over. A pure, guiding face. A compass.

“Are you ready for your medication, Mr, Poindexter?” Giving the patients the illusion of choice made it easier to get them to take the nauseating pills. He looked up at you from where he sat on the thin mattress of the metal bed. “Yes.” A gruff, quiet whisper. The most anyone had heard from him in days.

The pills felt thick in his throat as he swallowed them under your careful gaze, the sip of water didn’t help much. It felt nauseating either way. “Shall we walk to the cafeteria together? It’s almost breakfast.” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts. He felt himself nod dumbly.

By the time he was seated in the cafeteria his eyes were drooping, his senses slowed with his reaction time, the tips of his fingers buzzed numbly. You had other patients to tend too, but he could already trace the gaping hole you left after only a singular conversation.

He had seen the frozen body of Julie by himself when he sat many times before, even when she wasn’t there. But, her face was slowly fading. No. What?

No one saw it coming, he completely began freaking out, he had never acted out like this, so completely out of character. Even as he stumbled up from his chair it fell to the floor, he pushed the food away from its spot in-front of him.

He didn’t remember much else, really. The jab in his upper thigh came quick, a heavy sedative and he was taken to solitary.

While he laid there, slowly calming down while his body was shivering and in a cold sweat, you opened the thick, heavy metal door. “Hey, Benjamin. Are we feeling a little better?” You spoke softly, like speaking to a stray dog you weren’t sure was going to bite.

He dragged his hands up his pale, slightly sweaty face. “Why am I like this?” He half- groaned, half whimpered. “I don’t- I can’t stay here, I’m getting worse, I can feel it. Please. Nurse please…” he sat up slightly and his thick hands enveloped your wrists.

On instinct you tried to pull away, patients like this could be dangerous. “Mr, Poindexter. This is what’s good for you, we’re only here to help you.” You could only try to explain carefully. “Please let go, hm?”

And he quickly did, his hands flexing out like he was desperate to show you he wasn’t aggressive. “I’ll be good- just please don’t make me be alone. Please. Okay? Shes disappearing from me.” “Who is, Benjamin.?” “Julie.”

You knew who she was because you knew who he was. You had been briefed about who he was that very morning. His BPD and ASPD, they made him oddly vulnerable here. “Benjamin…the medicine can make you see things, but she is dea-“ “I know! I know she is…I’m not crazy. I’m sick.” He looked up at you almost desperately. “Okay..okay, I believe you.” You nodded, rubbing his muscled, scarred back through the hospital scrubs.

He practically melted with relief at being believed. “Swear to me, swear to me you believe me.” He whispered. Now, you would never get rid of him. He would chase your guidance until death, you or his.

The prompt was so amazing I hope I lived up to it! I’m not sure how I feel about it but I hope you love it hihi , sorry it’s so short ^_^

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I hope you'll write more about having Dex as a neighbor. I really enjoyed your previous post, thank you so much.

BENJAMIN POINDEXTER now playing : surrender - suicide Pt 1,— Pt 2

Benjamin never had friends.

Not growing up, not in his adult life. It was almost a subconscious choice as he had decided for himself that he wasn’t worthy of close relationships. When he had them, they were born out of necessity for guidance. A North Star to loyally follow as it would lead him to a good he couldn’t find in himself.

He was getting older, at least that’s what he thought of himself as he was all of forty-two. Settling down wasn’t his thing, yet he got himself a little apartment, a place to huddle up when he wasn’t out being Bullseye. He made enough money for a better place, but what would he do with only more empty space?

While he lived day by day, a shift slowly ached its way into his life. An ache in the form of you.

To you, in the apartment next to his, this was what felt like the best you were going to do. It was the biggest you could manage on your own in a relatively quiet neighborhood, which in the great nyc was a blessing in itself.

Working part time at a soul sucking restaurant, and the rest you spent studying and going to school. The money wasn’t exactly pouring out of your little ladybug wallet.

One day, after a long shift you bumped into him, Benjamin, but he insisted you call him dex. He was kind enough. “Hello.” His voice was rather gruff, but a polite smirk of a grin on his face no less.

“Hi, dex. Gosh I’ve never been this happy to see a door. It’s getting sad.” Replying to his greeting with an awkwardly joking manner, you reached down and got the keys from under your rather plain welcome mat. He chuckled lightly in return. “Yeah? Well you look rather worn out.”

“I wish someone would just do all my chores for me, make me dinner. Wouldn’t that be a dream, huh?” It was a passing comment really, but Dex could see himself blissfully doing that. “Yeah, I mean, hey, come over in thirty and I’ll have dinner for you, if you’d like?”

You could only throw your head back a little with an excited smile at the thought of not having to cook dinner or add more dishes to the growing pile in your sink. “Yes please! I’ll go freshen up, thank you thank you.” Your metaphorical tail was practically wagging off and you went to your respective apartments.

Dinner soon turned frequent, then dining out, then sleepovers, casual visits, a copy of eachothers keys.

Sure, you shared a drowsy kiss now and then, playing eye tag was a constant. But you weren’t dating, all though you liked him, really really really liked him. You refused to let him confess, when you felt it coming you avoided the subject like the plague.

One evening, he took you up with him to the talk rooftop of your apartment. You both settled on the ledge as you stared at the summer sun settling in an orange blanket on the New York City skyline. His hand was radiating warmth you could feel even when you weren’t touching.

“You know-“ “please, dex. I can’t- I can’t I’ll ruin it.” You cut him off before you could hear it. A selfish comfort. “Please just let me. There’s nothing to ruin if you would just let me—“ he tried again. Getting more frustrated, months of miss communication and being shut down left and right. “Please, baby, please.” He practically whimpered got your attention, even as you tried to move away he gently took your hands enveloping them in calloused, large warm hands.

“Please- you have to let me say this. And I know you’re scared and I know you think you’re bad but you’re all I have. And I need you and I love you and all I want is to show you that I love you. If this is about you wanting to let me down easy I’d rather you just do it now because I love you. And I have loved you and I will. From-…from the moment I open my eyes to the second I close them you consume me. It’s all you.” He whispered, words hurried and mumbled as he looked at you, searching the whole time.

“Dex, I-…I love you too but I’ll just mess it up. I ruin every relationship I’m in. I can’t ruin you too-“ he cut you off gently. “Baby, sweet, sweet girl, I kill people. I’m literally a wanted man. How could you possibly ruin me? Honey, I’ve seen you at your worst and I loved you as I love you now.” He reassured softly, cupping the back of your head and stroking the side of your face with his other hand.

“Hm?” He hummed softly as you sniffled, then softly brought you closer. “That’s it, youre okay…that’s it…shh.” He stroked your back. You weren’t crying, but your eyes burned and the back of your throat was painfully tight. “I don’t want you to leave me.” You whispered. god, if only you knew.

Thank you thank you, you can’t see it but I’m wagging my tail rn anyway I might…maybe actually might continue this and make a part two….are we feeling smut, angst or fluff?? Send ideas plz

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BENJAMIN POINDEXTER now playing: Earrings - Malcolm Todd

Benjamin Poindexter who! Is your neighbor, at first when he moved into the complex you didn’t talk. You only saw eachother in passing and gave at most a polite albeit awkward smile and nod.

Benjamin Poindexter who! Was surprised when you approached him first, knocking on his door asking if his internet was acting up too. To which he awkwardly said that he doesn’t use the internet, but you eventually figured it out together.

Benjamin Poindexter who! Began taking care to say hello when you passed eachother, hello turned to how are you? How are you turned to small talk, small talk turned into chatter.

Benjamin Poindexter who! Showed no interest until you took the first step and he finally let it spill he had interest for you.

Benjamin Poindexter who! Wasn’t above staging meeting in the grocery store you went to so you would have a reason to talk, asked what you were making for dinner to he could have the same. Feel what you feel.

Benjamin Poindexter who! Wants to understand you and your being on a fundamental level, but he’s so scared of scaring you. He knows he can be a lot.

Benjamin Poindexter who! Breaks into your apartment when you aren’t home, seeing as it’s right next to his and he knows where you leave your keys it wasn’t hard.

Benjamin Poindexter who! Doesn’t stay long the first time, so nervous to mess up his chances.

Whoa, long time since ive written something. I watched ddba a while back but since the season finale u decided to write something. I’ve had a tiny HUGE crush on Wilson Bethels Bullseye since Netflix!daredevil.

If you’d like more please leave a request, don’t be shy!

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GUYS ITS MY BIRTHDAY AGAIN YAYAY 🥳🎉

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Guys my blog turned 3 years old yesterday omg

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JOE GOLDBERG now playing: White Winter Hymnal- Fleet Foxes.

The table was full of wrapping paper, twine and pretty ribbons, tape bits and scissors. Sitting side by side you were wrapping presents together, a quiet type of Christmas music playing in the background. “Can I borrow your finger?” Joe asked with a quiet smile, you could only let him take your finger with his warm, large hand. Letting him use it to tie a pretty bow, only to press soft, chaste kisses to it after finishing.

Cinnamon and warm spices, the whole apartment was filled with it. Even the faint scent of pine from the overpriced tree you bought together and covered in colored lights and pretty ornaments, tinsel too. The candles burning and orange lighting made it all feel warmer. As you sighed and put your head on his shoulder, he rested his head to yours. “Tired of wrapping?” He inquired gently, a patient quiet. “Mhm.” You could only nod. “Bed or couch?” “Mm…couch. And my woolies.” “And your woolies.”

He picked up and carried you to the couch, got you all tucked in, a pillow under your head to you could rest it comfortably against the couch armrest, and a thick blanket over you. Then he pulled your warm “woolies.” wool socks over your cold feet, then he put on a Christmas movie for you before going back to the table to finish wrapping the gifts. He stayed close so you wouldn’t feel alone, but also so he could finish up the work so you wouldn’t have to worry.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, only that you woke up to the movie finished, the lights turned off and Joe laying under you, asleep, too. He hadn’t moved you to the bed, only slotted himself under you. A warm and anchoring hand cupping your head, the other stopped in mid stroke, an “I love you.” was whispered and curled in the air.

Merry Christmas, Happy holidays, and Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate! All my love, jade.

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JOE GOLDBERG now playing: The other woman- Jeff Buckley

cw: angst and cheating. (No happy ending)

Was it ever casual? When you worked together and saw his perfectly un-perfect blonde girlfriend, her pale skin and her likable personality you could never re-create. He’s still hold your naked body to his as you met at midnight and only then, whispering in secret. Joe swore he’d break up with her, all while you gripped to the illusion that he did love you. That the validation he gave you wasn’t just because he was unfulfilled in his own relationship, that you weren’t just a second opinion.

“Hi.” Was whispered between you as you passed in the storage room between boxes of books. A longing look sent from you, a regretful look sent in return. He’d kiss her in-front of you, leave you alone with each other and you had to bite your tongue and be nice to her. If she left because of you, he’d leave you chasing her. You knew it, the wire of words had warped against your ribs. You could dye your hair, change how you spoke and what you liked but it wouldn’t matter because you weren’t her. Beck, perfect beck. It wasn’t her fault, you couldn’t even blame her.

Your head was laid to his chest, the beating of his heard sounded almost faint. Naked bodies tucked under your comfort. No aftercare, he’d leave soon. Tugging on his clothes and a quiet “thanks” like you did him a favor. You should have more self respect.

“Why don’t you..I don’t know. Like me?” You mumbled, muffled by your cheek pressed to his chest. “I do like you.” Not re-assurance, just a gentle shut up. “Like-like me.” You could only toy with a piece of your hair. “Don’t do this. Not now. You knew what this was when we started.” He finished, sitting up and gently pushing you off. You could only watch as he got of the bed and dressed himself.

“No. You said you’d get with me, that you’d break up with her. This isn’t fair.” A juvenile protest, really. “Fair? I’m not some thing to be passed around between girls. And- beck is more fragile than you, she needs me.” “I need you.” A beat passed, a tense one where he even stoped. Then a quiet, “and?” And you could only bury your face in the pillow, not looking up until you heard your apartment door click open and then shut again.

Fuck.

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It’s almost Christmas, how do we feel about Joe Christmas fics?? Also sorry for being gone for so long ehe

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UM?! I need more Vamp Joe shit like RN!!! (Pretty please no stress, no pressure)

JOE GOLDBERG now playing: Televangelism- Ethel Cain

A short little angst bite for now!

West Virginia, 1986.

And though laid against the dirt he held your body, a hand to your neck. The blood coating his lip’s slowly drying, your blood. And in it he could taste life, soul. Something he had only longed for and long forgotten, for in his own heart he heard “I love you” being whispered to your very soul. The one of which he could see his darkness sinking itself into. Clawing and feigning for a place to rest itself.

Thick fog was settling. “Shh, my love. Just breathe and you will heal.” He could only whisper to reassure you, and you could only look at him in yearning. Pleading for a part of him he was too scared to give. You had given him all the blood, sweat and tears you could. Vulnerability seemed so distant in him. Tears stung your eyes before you knew it, and how he wanted to let you crawl into his chest cavity, curl against his un-beating heart. “Why?” You whispered.

“There’s things we don’t understand, and I’m sorry.” He could only murmur, so sweet, so soft. “I just- want you to let me in, please…pleah- please Joseph…” You could feel the weight, the thick and unmistakable feeling of drifting. You head stuffed with cotton and you tried to make sense of the situation. What was it? What was he hiding.?

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JOE GOLDBERG now playing: Vienna (In Memoriam)- The Army, The Navy

(Also, yes using a photo from a scene where he was jorking it is a hidden meaning to him getting off on you struggling and being someone he feels he can save) 😓

The ache always lingers, it never really leaves. Guilt at your own grief gnawing at your bones, even as you lay in the same curled up position as you did the day before. With a duvet tugged up to your nose and head rested on plush pillows, Joe slowly pet your hair. He was by your curled up form on the bed, this whole episode, burn out, whatever you call it. He stayed, fed you when you couldn’t move, shushed your cries and spent whatever spare time cuddling you and letting you ground yourself with his presence.

It started when assignments started to pile up, your bed practically unused. The exhaustion settled deep, so steadfast you didn’t even notice until you hadn’t charged your phone in days, dishes pilled up, hair tangled, until it consumed you whole. Dragging a blade to your skin, smoking cigarettes— all just to try and feel as alive as you once did. You just wanted to feel like you had autonomy of your own body, but the heavy, paralyzing stress settled behind your eyes like a migraine. Like your heart weight 80 pounds that you carried in your chest.

He enabled it, petting your hair, subtly giving into your insecurities, telling you how proud he was even after you puked up what you had eaten that day. He didn’t coax you to socialize, let you hide away. Eventually you rotted just as he did. Even the thought of going outside scared you, you’d cut yourself and he’s clean and patch you up, you became worse and worse.

There was no good end to your story, he’d make sure of it. Sure he wanted to see you happy, but some sick part of him wanted you to suffer for it. Your pain and struggles made you need him, made it so you could only rely on him. He didn’t need a cage, he didn’t need to stalk you, not when you stayed with him so willingly.

“I just have to shower and I’ll be back.” He mumbled in your hair that smelled of sleep and probably needed to be washed, then he got up. Walking through the quiet apartment only lit up by the gloomy light from outside. The bathroom filled up with heavy steam as he stoop in the shower; his hair slowly soaking with water. After washing his hair and body thoroughly he sighed as his warm skin melted to the cold tile.

When he came back to you, his hair was damp but he was in new clean clothes. A t shirt and a pair of pajama pants, so he could stay with you in bed comfortably. Coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, one of his hands grabbing your wrist and ‘tsk’-ing at you. “I swear…I swear I tried to be better.” You whispered, rasped voice breaking slightly. “But you promised me, you’re disappointing me.” He replied. “Just.. go back to sleep.”

“But I can’t…”— “so? I don’t care, you need rest.” He kissed your temple, when tears fell down your cheeks he just dried them off your cheek and shushed you. It was invalidating, embarrassing even. But you needed him. He made sure of that.

Sorry if this is bad and seems rushed, I’ve been in the worst writing slump and I feel like everything i write sucks and I’m light years behind everyone but, I digress. more stuff hopefully coming soon 😛

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Coming soon….? Tehe..

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Vamp!Joe Goldberg, now playing: Glory Box (live)- Portishead

3: 26 AM.

She was a light sleeper, Joe knew. So, he was carefully when he opened the stupidly loose window of her bedroom, I mean, wasn’t there regulation on this? Not even a lock. There she was, lying in her plush bed, with her duvet halfway on the floor as a result for her constantly moving around while she slept.

Joe walked carefully, over to her bed and kneeled beside it. He gently stroked her cheek with his pale, cold fingers. She sound of her pulse filled his ear, he was so hungry his teeth ached. Gently, with carefully hands behind her shoulders, he lifted her up in a seated position. Her head lolled back and she was slack and asleep, thick locks falling from the shoulder down her back.

With a trembling, strained form, he rested his face into her chest. When she stirred from sleep, he only held on tighter. His breaths coming out in little pants. “I’m sorry- m’ so sorry.” He murmured, slightly lifting his head up and locking his deep brown eyes with hers. “What.?-“ before much else could be said, his sharp teeth sunk into her slender neck and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as strained gasps left her parted lips.

It was gluttonous, drinking more than he should. Lapping at whatever blood escaped the two puncture wounds in her neck. Holding her close while whimpering into her neck, nose pressing into her skin as he desperately tried to press closer.

He only stopped when he knew your body couldn’t take loosing more blood, he carefully laid you back against your pillow and stroked your cheek. “M’ so sorry, you did so good for me.” he murmured, staring at her shut eyes and soft features. “Forgive me..I’m selfish, and cruel.” His eyes shut to stop the tears as filled his deep brown eyes and yet the warm, salty tears dripped down his pale cheeks.

He laid his head to her stomach, whimpering apologies that fell on unconscious ears. “I love you, you burn in my soul as if you are that very, undead heart that beats in my chest. You have dug your fingers between every fold in my brain, every loving memory I have is a mosaic of you. I only want you, in your entirety, for the rest of my immortal existence. You haunt every breeze that blows past— I cannot live without you.”

Just a little vampire nibble for my babies.

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JOE GOLDBERG, now playing: Golden Brown- The Stranglers

He did it for love, Joe told himself so. Killing your oddly co-dependent best friend and then trying to let you down gently, it really wasn’t his place. Yet he did, he held you close while you sobbed and screamed at him. Fed you medicines that calmed your racing brain, one’s that made days pass like a soft breeze in the summer. A moment of relief from the scolding heat. He even held you as you laid in the same spot for days, read you Joan Didion.

“Hi, sweet girl.” He whispered, gently coaxing you out of the illusory rest you laid in. “We gotta get you in the bath, okay.?” Joe spoke to you kindly, giving you the illusion of a choice you didn’t have. Your bleary eyes blinked open to meet with his soft features; the brown eyes that stared at you with ardor.

He gently picked you up, leaning your upper body to his chest, a hand under your bottom for extra support as your legs hooked to his hips and arms to his shoulders. “That’s it, good job. Gotta take it easy.” He murmured to you as he carried you to the en suite. The bath was already filled with steaming water, double checked not to burn your skin, which he adored with all his heart. The soapy water smelled like a vanilla laundry detergent, though he had used a soap that would be gentle and wasn’t too scented.

He helped pull off the old pajamas you wore, placing them in the laundry basket, while you padded over the white tile, settling into the porcelain tub. Listening to the drip of the faucet. “I should to get that fixed, m’ so silly, huh?” Joe said, walking over he took out the two plait in your hair and began brushing it as he sat by the tub.

“If I...wasn’t so stupid, i would have seen the signs and done something before..” your voice was low, if a little guttural. “Shh shh, don’t think like that. Don’t be stupid, you know better.” Joe scolded, but, oddly delicately. “You’re a smart girl, baby. Act like it.” It came out in a murmur, like he was just telling you a fact.

You sat and soaked in the bath, he occasionally pet your head. But, he was all the more focused on watching and admiring you. The emptiness in your sweet eyes made him desperately fix something, but he didn’t. Instead he got up and retrieve some pills from the cabinet, he bent down to your side. He held your face in one hand and squeezed your jaw till you opened your mouth. He slid the pill in and watched, waiting for you to swallow.

Just a little bite size snack while I try to get my motivation and energy back, academic burnout is no joke🫠. Hope you guys like it!

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yesss! i listened to the podcost yesterday and can't believe penn going to be a dad to twins??? and the gossip girl reference too? ugh his voice yummy.

I’m so happy for him and his wife, they both seem like such genuine people!

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and also the reaction pics are top tier! what keywords did you put in pinterest? since it's only my main source of memes.

Honestly I just type in “reaction pictures” and they come up 🤷‍♀️ but I <3 Pinterest memes, just wish there weren’t so many ads😒😒

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very excited for season 5 'you' but simultaneously don't want to finish it because I'd properly feel empty after lmao

This is vey real, I’m already getting withdrawals