#plexiglassed

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 )

❛  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 . ❜

send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope.

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

                               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.   ❞

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.   ❞   

             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.