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Joe Goldberg

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Nathan Young

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Bigby Wolf

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heyy, i wanted to read your longer joe x reader fanfic, but whenever i tried to use to masterlist nothing loaded.

pleaseee help me, maybe you changed your user and Tumblr cant handle the change? Please update it🙏i beg you

Hi! I'm sorry, but I probably won't update my masterlists until I one day turn on my computer, and that might be months yet, but what might help is to go to the Joe Goldberg imagine tag on my blog.

My computer is an ancient beast and its slumber musn't be disturbed, for then a thousand curses will be upon me (it will want to do way too many updates and I don't have the patience nor the time)

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I just tested the masterlist and it works just fine tho?

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heyy, i wanted to read your longer joe x reader fanfic, but whenever i tried to use to masterlist nothing loaded.

pleaseee help me, maybe you changed your user and Tumblr cant handle the change? Please update it🙏i beg you

Hi! I'm sorry, but I probably won't update my masterlists until I one day turn on my computer, and that might be months yet, but what might help is to go to the Joe Goldberg imagine tag on my blog.

My computer is an ancient beast and its slumber musn't be disturbed, for then a thousand curses will be upon me (it will want to do way too many updates and I don't have the patience nor the time)

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Anyone know a good writing program that's free and that I can use offline? For my laptop. I'm using Google Docs but it's not really working how I want. I'd like to save files on my computer, not Google Drive. I also just don't want Google to have access to what I write.

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"Best Joe Goldberg writer in the world" award goes to....

This is too sweet help 😭

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Apparently we've decided em dashes are AI now? Will I've been using them forever. I have ADHD. I'm writing something new and I'm using em dashes and you can pry them from my cold, dead hands.

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No bc why did I reread undisclosed desires last night as if I didn't also write it?

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Undisclosed Desires - Epilogue

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

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New York during the spring is incredibly beautiful.

Really, I love it. There is no city like New York in the Netherlands, and I love how different it is, how different the people are.

I love walking around the city on my days off, and eating foods I've never tried before. I love walking into random stores and finding something I didn't know I needed. And I love the peace of mind. You probably don't believe this but compared to The Netherlands, where my family is, New York feels like an oasis.

Well, almost.

You have not killed anyone, Joe. Not since my mother. But somehow, that makes it all worse. I feel stuck, waiting. I am afraid of who your next victim might be. Sometimes, I am even afraid that it will be me.

But you act normal. Everything seems so… well, normal.

“Where is your mind today?” you ask me, and I smile at you and kiss you and we are normal. We are okay.

Most days, I try to pretend our trip to The Netherlands together did not happen.

Most days, I even succeed.

Maybe I'm crazy.

Love is supposed to make you feel a little crazy, right?

We are at your apartment. I slept over last night, because my apartment has roaches. Can you believe that? Fucking roaches. That wouldn’t happen in The Netherlands.

You pull me to you and I giggle when I end up in your lap.

“Seriously, what're you thinking about?”

“Hmmm.” I wiggle, and you are already hard. You want me all the time. It's like the only thing you think about is sex. “I dunno, Joe…”

I shriek and laugh when you lift me, drop me on your bed. Our clothes come off quickly and you enter me and you feel good inside me, you do. But your hands on me… they are killer's hands. They burn.

After we are done, your fingers trace shapes on my hip and it takes so much effort to stay relaxed.

But you kept your promise. A whole day alone in The Netherlands, and my grandparents are still alive. That means something, doesn't it? Maybe you are getting better.

Or maybe I'm just falling for the same mask you wore when we met.

Last night, I found your box.

I thought you might have something like it, somewhere. I didn't think it could scare me.

I know the worst of you, Joe. The idea of you keeping a box of my stuff is almost cute, compared to all of that. I wouldn't have gone through it but I thought it would be nothing surprising, just my things. Something we could laugh over when you came home from Mooney's. Something that would make you think: see? She finds her stuff in my apartment and she thinks it's funny. She loves me.

But some of the stuff in that box… it wasn't mine.

I turn over, press you back into the bed just as you're starting to get up and kiss you hard. Like I can't get enough. Like I want your hands on me.

“Someone's needy today,” you joke, but you like it. You want me needy for you. You want me never to get enough.

And I need to do exactly what you want. Be exactly who you want.

Another woman’s bra. Another woman's diary.

Guinevere Beck, the name on the inside of the cover said.

I put the box back and I didn't tell you I found it. You told me no more secrets and I went along with it. I guess I'm a liar.

I made a mistake coming back to New York with you, Joe. I believed you when you said you'd never hurt someone you love. I thought I could do it. Be with you. Trust that there would be no secrets.

I just didn't think about what would happen, to me, if you were to stop loving me.

I can't let that happen.

And if I cam't keep your eyes on me? Well...

Then Guinevere Beck might need to go. Just like Mitch.

Only this time, I won't have you to do my dirty work.

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This was AWESOME

I SWEAR

I haven't read many Joe fanfics (because I haven't really seen many and I don't like the ones that exist)

But this? Just incredible, that ending? I was like WHAAATTFFF. Just awesome fr

I loved the protagonist and honestly it was very easy to identify with her and I LOVED that. Even though it was all narrated by Joe, it felt real, and everything she went through and felt (from Joe's perspective at least) was real to me, fr so me

And damn, Joe IS a sick man, but I love him very much and I feel that her way of dealing with it was so real, I love her so much fr 😭😭

I would love to say more, I read it in an hour or a little less than an hour and I think it was the best time of the day. If you see this and you like Joe Goldberg, I totally recommend this fic, it's short (at least for me it passed very quickly) but that doesn't detract from how great it is, 20/10 God IT'S CINEMA

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I haven't watched the new season of You let because of Life (also I'm rewatching The Last of Us rn) but like. Y'all clearly have. My notes are exploding. So hi, for anyone new here: I'm Josh. Every once in a blue moon I go crazy and write a fanfic of multiple chapters in the span of two or three weeks. Otherwise I don't post much. Probably once I watch the new season I'll write more Joe fanfic bc Penn Badgley can Get It.

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im hella late but omg i just read ur joe goldberg series for like an hour straight THAT SHIT WAS FIREEEE?

THANK YOU!

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Bestie why do you never post anymore 😭

Because when I write something, nobody's interested??? And because it turns out that being an adult sucks. I work. And then I come home and there is neverending laundry. NEVER. ENDING.

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I wanna reiterate that today is my DAY OFF. It is 8 pm. I am just now sitting down for the first time today. I don't have the energy to write, even if I want to.

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Bestie why do you never post anymore 😭

Because when I write something, nobody's interested??? And because it turns out that being an adult sucks. I work. And then I come home and there is neverending laundry. NEVER. ENDING.

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my only crimes were loving too much and confusing love with violence and so also extreme violence too i guess also i stole a few things too

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ngl 'my only crimes were loving too much and confusing love with violence' goes extremely hard as a quote.

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im so delusional about the wolf among us SEASON 2 WILL HAPPEN I KNOW IT

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AOSM - Chapter 4

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Chapter four

I walk all day, and then part of the evening. Somehow it's dark out, and I've ended up at the park.

It's pretty cold, I realize when I sit down on a bench. Actually, ‘pretty cold’ might be an understatement. It can't be any warmer than thirty degrees. It's snowing, even.

“I tried to reach you today.”

Why am I not surprised he's here?

“Well, here I am,” I say.

“Your mother's worried. I called your apartment twice. Then she actually called me when you didn't get home.”

I raise an eyebrow at the sheriff. “My mother? Worried? You must be joking.”

He's standing there, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his hands in the pockets of his shearling-lined trench coat. Ridiculously, the phrase ‘wolf in sheep's clothing’ runs through my brain.

He hums noncommittally and sits down next to me. He offers me a cigarette. I'm out, so I take one and light it. They smell worse than they taste.

We sit there, smoking.

“So,” I say. “What’d you need me for?”

I feel like I should be more respectful, maybe. I'm speaking to the only law enforcement Fabletown has. But I'm tired - exhausted. I didn't sleep last night and slept very little the night before that.

“I thought you'd wanna know I found the knife,” the sheriff tells me. “It was in a trash can a few blocks away.”

“How'd you find it?” I ask, curious.

“I followed my nose.”

“Oh…”

We sit in silence for a moment. I think about asking how the sheriff found me, but I'm guessing the answer is the same.

Eventually, I finish my cigarette and flick the butt away.

“Come on,” says the sheriff with a sigh. “I'll walk you home.”

“Okay.”

-

I sleep for nearly twelve hours. When I finally drag myself out of bed, I do something I haven’t done once in my two years at The Hollow Stag: I call in sick.

Jordy sounds far more understanding than I expect. I guess word got to him about what happened the other night.

I spend the day cleaning up my room, then tidying the apartment at random. My mom, who's been out who knows where, brings home Chinese takeout, and we eat it in silence.

My fortune cookie reads ‘love will find you in an unexpected place’. I snort. As if.

“We need to talk,” my mother says when we're cleaning up.

“Alright,” I say.

“What happened yesterday? You can't do that. I didn't know where you were.”

“I'm a grown-up. I can go out if I want to,” I say.

“Someone got murdered, Abby, and you witnessed it. What if the killer decides he needs to get rid of you?”

I'm cleaning the table, but at her words, I pause and look up.

I hadn't thought about that.

“You need to be careful,” my mother insists. “I want you home, where I know you're safe, or at work. You can't wander off on your own right now.”

“I'll keep that in mind,” I promise.

“Good.”

I'm weirdly touched by my mom's worry. I'm not used to it from her. As I get ready for bed, I try to remember the last time my mom seemed worried about me, but other than the other day in sheriff Bigby's office, I can't really think of an example.

But then again, she usually doesn't have to worry. I'm pretty self-sufficient.

Which won't save me from being killed.

-

Over the next three weeks, I do as my mom said: I'm always at home or at work.

I try not to think about what happened, which proves surprisingly easy. I've always been good at pushing unpleasant things out of my mind. Instead, I read a lot and throw myself into work harder than ever. I've never made this much in tips before.

It's not so busy at the bar tonight. It's a Wednesday. Most of my regulars have work in the morning.

I'm using the peace and quiet to clean all the glasses. They tend to get weird stripes on them.

After the only person who's been around all night leaves, I'm thinking about calling Jordy to ask if I can close early. But then the sheriff walks in.

I sigh. Of course.

He walks over and sits down at the bar.

“What'll it be?” I ask. I sound annoyed, I realize, and force myself to smile. “Sheriff.”

He doesn't smile back. “Do you serve coffee?”

“It's one in the morning.”

He says nothing, and I sigh. “We don't serve it, but I have it. Give me a minute.”

I go into the back office to make two cups of instant coffee, then return with them. I set one down in front of him, black like the pits of the witching well. Lucky guess. He drinks it without complaint.

Once he takes his first sip, he sets down the coffee and then looks at me again. I've noticed he does that a lot. He just looks at you until you start talking.

I don't know if that works on everyone, but it sure works on me. “What do you need?”

“Someone else is dead.”

I feel a jolt go through my body, like I've been startled by a scary movie.

“Who?” I ask, breathless.

“Girl named Joan.” He tilts his head to the side. “Did you know her?”

“Can't say I did.”

He unpockets a picture and slides at me over the bar top. I take it.

The girl is pretty. She's got long red hair and the kind of smile men have thrown themselves on the sword for. She's got her arms around a guy with a strange birthmark on his forehead.

“Another redhead,” says the sheriff. “It's starting to be a pattern.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask.

“Because she was found in the park. On a park bench, to be precise. A few days after I found you right at that exact spot.”

I stare at him. I can't decide if he’s making an accusation or not. His words sound like he is, but his tone is almost apologetic, and he's looking me straight in the eyes.

“I don't think you did it," he says, an offering.

“You don't?” I ask in surprise, and look away. His gaze is so intense.

“No. At first, I did, but now… It seems too easy. I think someone really wants me to believe you’re the killer.”

“Who would want that?” I ask.

“Do you have any enemies?”

I laugh, shaking my head. When I realize he's not joking, I try to school my expression back to normal.

“No, I don't have any enemies.”

“What about back in the Homelands?”

“I've never been to the Homelands,” I remind him.

He winces. “Right. I forgot you're so young…” He thinks for a moment. “Does your mother have any enemies? Anyone who would try to get to her through you?”

“Try about a thousand,” I say. “Anyone she's ever screwed over, and add to that everyone who doesn't like witches in general. Oh, and I guess anyone who hates half-breeds could technically decide to frame me, too."

“So most of Fabletown, then,” the sheriff says. I'm surprised to see that the corner of his mouth is actually turned up.

“Just about.”

We sit in silence for another moment. The sheriff finishes his coffee.

“I'm gonna keep my eye on you,” he tells me. “Both to confirm you're not secretly killing redheads and to make sure that you aren't a target.”

“Okay.”

“Don't be surprised if you see me around.”

“I barely leave my apartment at this point,” I say. “But I'll keep that in mind.”

The sheriff nods.

“Want another coffee?” I ask.

He nods again.

A/n: the guy with the birthmark is a nod to the fairy tale The Devil and the Three Golden hairs.

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best believe when season 5 comes out i will write so much joe goldberg fic