#goodberg

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ㅤ𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲, like a half solved puzzle with missing pieces. it's been months since finding out who he [ really ] is, yet even now she does not know him. not entirely. she watches him escape : slipping off into his own little world where no one can reach him. ―that's what it was, wasn't it?

❝ where do you go? ❞ a hand comes to sit at his shoulder, hoping to anchor him there just for a moment. ❝ it's so often i look over at you and you don't seem here. ❞ that hand sat on his shoulder lifts, coming to settle at his cheek in a gesture to let him know he's safe. eyes caught venturing over his features before a brief pat is given. ❝ talk to me . . . more often than not, i see you 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. ❞ what are you running to?

＊ starter for @goodberg

[inqry]

ㅤ❝ 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞ he begins, speaking in reference to the matter of PAYING. q's gaze wanders, landing on the cup of tea now in jonathan's company. warmed lips, fresh from the edge of his own cup of tea, are tugged up into a smile. fingers stretch outwards, sending fingertips to comfortably adjust his sleeves of an agreeable cardigan. ❝ one would think professors would have more punctuality. ❞ it's a tease. a playful jab between acquaintances ( friends? ).

❝ as for anything new . . . yes, and while i cannot go into much detail, i do have a favor to ask . . . ❞ the words come easy, light yet riddled with debate on whether or not he should continue. ❝ 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜 . . . ? ❞

@goodberg continued from x

[roseguided-arch]

@goodberg LIKED for a one-liner ! ft amy elliot-dunne

❛ face it, you're just as bad as i am. ❜

[inspotlight]

brown    eyes    squint    as    she    takes    in    his    question.    she's    not    used    to    having    people    who    aren't    her    moms    inquiring    about    her    daily    whereabouts    and    she    isn't    sure    she    likes    it.    ❝    that's    kinda    a    creeper    question,    don't    you    think?    ❞    she    asks,    lifting    an    eyebrow    at    him.    ❝    and    you'd    know    the    answer    if    you    followed    me    on    instagram,    you    know.    i    was    playing    a    show.    ❞    she    shrugs,    returning    her    attention    to    her    guitar.    she    had    been    fiddling    with    a    new    melody    that    had    been    stuck    in    her    head    and    it    just    wasn't    sounding    the    way    she    wanted    it    to.

@goodberg

[boundedbygrief]

   @goodberg​  :  you  have  to  believe  me  .  i  didn't  mean  for  this  to  happen  . 

   when  she  really  looks  back  on  the  last  few  months  ,  she  realizes  that  this  could’ve  been  avoided  .  maybe  if  she  just  stayed  away  like  her  gut  told  her  too  ,  maybe  if  she  didn’t  go  snooping  in  his  apartment  .  maybe  then  ,  she  wouldn’t  be  locked  in  a  fucking  cage  .  she  wants  to  believe  that  she’ll  make  it  out  of  this  cage  ,  that  joe  is  being  honest  and  he  won’t  hurt  her  .  but  ,  considering  how  many  other  people  he’s  hurt  ,  she  can’t  trust  his  word  .  beck  swallows  ,  slowly  meeting  his  gaze  .  “  you  can  still  fix  this  ,  joe  .  you  can  just  let  me  out  .  please  let  me  out  ,  okay  ?  then  we  can  talk  about  it  .  ”

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      it’s the front door between them that’s keeping her heart from beating out of her chest.  she shouldn’t have snooped.  shouldn’t have gotten overly curious.  should have left well enough alone.  but when someone like that comes to a rural town in australia  ,  ellie started to wonder what he did.  she wish she hadn’t of found out.  who joe goldberg was.  this is what she gets for wearing her heart on her sleeve.  emotions ran high.  and ellie wished they hadn’t.  brows furrow low over her eyes and she knows that she shouldn’t say anything but he was persistent.  resting her forehead against the front door  ,  she heaves out a sigh.  “  go away  ,  joe.  ”

       ╰   ––––––– ✧   @goodberg​​      :      asked      ❨ please come back, please come back, please come back ❩˙ 

[elencr]

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚    ―      ㅤ‘ FROM THE TAG. ’   | ACCEPTING !                                                                                         ❛      when you love something, you protect it.         ❜

* .  ♡                ellie always knew that talking to strangers was sometimes so much easier than talking to the people that you know.  this wasn’t exactly the first time she would take her break and just sit in a booth with a customer.  talking about their day  ,  their job  ,  their life  ,  anything.  somehow it just felt like a weight would lift off her shoulders  -  and there was no judgement and certainly no consequences when she would talk about something heavy. 

                             gaze lingers on @goodberg​ for a couple of seconds before she looks down at her hands  ,  a smile pulling at her lips.  he had come in at least an hour ago.  sat quietly in the booth at the corner of her little bakery.  the kind of customer ellie never minded having for a couple of hours.  though her mind would always linger to her mother.  she was doing this for her mother  -  working to keep her safe  ,  keep her in the hospital where she would get all the attention and case she needed.  “  i know what you mean.  ”  ellie finally spoke.  eyes lifting once more.  “  so  ,  who are you protecting  ?  ”

[godclaws]

@goodberg asked : what aren’t you telling me ?

he speaks to her despite the fact that her back is to him . furiously whisking egg whites into a meringue , usually bright eyes have glazed over into something more pensive , maybe even sullen . it didn't take a rocket scientist to sense that something was off , so joe's question wasn't a surprise by any means . his voice was soft , cajoling , trying to coax an answer out of his non - responsive wife to no avail . his gaze on her is heavy as an anchor , pulling , dragging her to him even though she has never faltered in her affections for him . WHAT AREN'T YOU TELLING ME ? WHAT ARE YOU HIDING ? it's a curse that seems to claim each & every person that secures a place in love's heart : why do people always insist on asking questions they don't truly want to know the answer to ? the bowl is set down & she turns to face him , leaning her weight on the counter casually . he'll figure it out eventually . he has to . love has shown him from the beginning , time & time again , exactly who she is . though shrouded in a veil of coyness , she had never misrepresented herself to him ---- until she had to . if he wasn't paying attention enough to see the truth , well ..... that's not on her . ' joe .... ' she sighs , a frown tugging at her lips . ' i'm just tired . i've been fighting morning sickness all day , & i have this huge cupcake order i have to put together for sherry that has to be perfect or else i'm going to get crucified by the goddamn stepford wives of madre linda . ' a pained laugh escapes , tears clouding her eyes but refusing to fall . ' it's just been a really stressful week . on me and the baby . '