#plexiglassed

[jupitcr]

@plexiglassed​! requested a starter HERE.

“—JOE?” her voice was weak, still attempting to put together what’d happened before her. the person laurel was finding herself falling for more every day had just... just.. she didn’t even want to THINK about it— so why couldn’t she look away? terror-filled eyes switch between joe and his victim. that was the LAST thing she expected him to be capable of..

[scriptom]

★ ★ ★ <3

WE HAVE LITERALLY NEVER WRITTEN TOGETHER BUT HANNAH I'M SO IN LOVE WITH U OMFG !!   it was literally seeing your blog that made me decide i wanted to add muses from you   ( thanks for validating my obsessions ,   i adore u )

love me ,   love me ,   say that you love me

[jupitcr]

@plexiglassed​!

“—mister bettelheim, i presume? did i get that right?” kit flashes a friendly grin, holding out a hand to meet his. “christopher kinney, but you can call me KIT.” while that was usually the nickname he allowed from friends and family, he liked to give a little sense of COMFORTABILITY with his clients. 

[blairwldrf]

gathered on the rooftop of a  paris  -  chic  hotel in the upper-east side was a handful of some of the wealthiest families in manhattan ; toasting to a successful fundraiser blair’s stepfather had arranged and she so perfectly organized . she wore her confidence as flawlessly as she did her cartier ; a proud grin glued to her glossed lips as she lifts her glass of chardonnay to celebrate their third donation goal met . as she then brought her drink close for a small sip , her eyes landed on an unwelcome face ; one that would always set fire to every nerve in her body .

❛  jenny humphrey . ❜   blatantly interrupting the conversation she was having with another guest , blair glares her down with narrowed brows and piercing eyes . ❛ you do know it’s super rude for the actual charity cases to attend the foundraiser’s , right ?   ❜  she glances at the young man jenny had been briefly socializing with for a mere second before she continues her slaughter . ❛ i told you not to show your face around me again --- so leave .    ❜ her tone lowers with her demand , but she doesn’t break face until the blonde slams her glass down on the table and heads to the door . a sigh of relief escapes her , and she brings her attention to the man , swiftly changing her expression to one more welcoming . 

❛  sorry if she bothered you .  i honestly don’t know why we even pay security . ❜

                         plottedstarterfor  ,        @plexiglassed​​

[jupitcr]

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🔪  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  kills  to  protect  your  muse.  ( add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  kill  to  protect  mine )

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[lovedquinn]

𝓽𝓸 : @plexiglassed​

                               𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐈’𝐯𝐞  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  ,  𝐉𝐨𝐞.   To   see   you   walking   through   the   doors   we   can   now   call   our   own   ,   that   crooked   little   grin   of   yours   ,   strong   hands   carrying   boxes   labelled   messily   with   "   OUR   THINGS.   "   Did   you   know   the   sharpie   ran   out   just   after   that   ?   Brand   new   and   fresh   ,   but   it   wouldn’t   let   me   differentiate   between   what   was   mine   and   what   was   yours.   Maybe   it’s   because   it   knows   ;   what’s   mine   is   yours   ,   and   all   of   yours   is   mine.   Oh   so   greedily   mine.   Fate   is   calling   to   us   ,   do   you   hear   it   ,   love   ?   ❝   Need   help   with   any   of   that   ?   ❞   As   much   as   I’d   love   to   see   you   break   a   sweat   ,   the   day   has   only   begun.   ❝   I’m   pregnant   ,   not   comatose   ,   Joe.   I   can   help.   ❞

But   I   appreciate   you   looking   out   for   me   ,   trying   to   keep   me   from   the   heavy   lifting.   So   I   press   a   kiss   to   your   cheek   ,   you   smell   like   cinnamon   and   the   earth   ,   how   fitting   –   my   world.   ❝   What’s   in   this   one   ?   ❞   Definitely   something   you   packed   ;   obvious   with   the   layers   of   tape   haphazardly   pulled   around   cardboard.   Something   fragile   ?   To   touch   or   to   your   heart   ?  

[bekalicious]

ANSWERED FROM INBOX . “Sweet talking me to gain my trust isn’t going to work.”

        I'm alone with the scariest man in the world to me,   &   yet, I'm still thinking of you, Ivy.    He knows we're both alive.     Knows where both of us are.    Right now, he's even got me under his thumb.    I take a deep breath at his words.    I have to change my approach.    After what I pulled last time he had me, he's not to going to trust anything I say.     All though, I'm not scared of him right now.      I'm not scared of what he could do to me.      I'm scared if he hurts you.      ❝    Leave her alone.   ---    Joe, just let us be happy.    Please.   ❞   

@plexiglassed​.

[bekalicious]

PLOTTED STARTER .

             I'm happy with you, Ivy.     However, right now, I'm sad to see you go.     We both have places we need to be.      I kiss your cheek goodbye before turning & heading down the street towards the fitness place I've been assistant teaching at.      It's not long after your gone though, that I turn & see him.     The man that tortured both of us, Ivy.     Joe fucking Goldberg.      There's deep breath that comes through my nose, my nostrils flaring.     I know he knows I was alive.      We'd seen each other once before since I was found to be among the living.      I can only imagine how he's going to react to his two exes dating.    ❝    Joe.     ---    What are you doing here?    ❞    My voice doesn't sound as strong as I'd like it to.     I'd been working on being stronger with you, Ivy, but maybe I'm not as tough as I thought.

@plexiglassed​.