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PENN BADGLEY as Joe Goldberg YOU (2018 -) | 2.07 Ex-istential Crisis

renfarber​:

She sat when he sat, and stared for too long just like he did. She saw his eyes taking in her new hair and her new tattoos, just as she took in his new facial hair, and his new… wedding ring. Suddenly the ten years felt like ten years. There was less than a foot in physical distance between them now, but there were ten full years, and a spouse, and at least one baby. But even so, she couldn’t stop herself from fucking smiling at him.

“It’s good to see you,” she said, and it was, although it probably shouldn’t have been. It was weird to see him, older and married and scared of her, but the dappled projector light softened everything. Like they were the ones in nostalgic black-and-white. “How long have you been married?”

-

The way she smiled at him kept his nerves from growing further out the lines. it was a familiarity he appreciated as he really tried to let time settle between them. The corners of his mouth lifted, causing his eyes to wrinkle with a soft smile. “I was gonna say the same thing.” He said, bringing his eyes back to her. Though he was still careful around her. Out of precaution or experience; he didn’t know which. He brought his eyes back to the screen. because he couldn’t let himself dote on her appearance any longer. It was far too easy to fall back into admiring her looks. He owed some restrain at the very least for his twenty-three year old self. he carried that broken hearted twenty something leo, too close and too long. 

At her question about his marriage caused his brows shot up and he looked at his left hand. The white gold still glinted in this light. “Oh,” he enthused and arranged his hands so his left one was out of view at the side of his popcorn bucket. “Almost a year or so.” He replied not really knowing the date by memory. It was somewhere in his phone. He finally looked at her again. “What about you--married?” He questioned quickly, his curiosity getting the best of him. his eyes even flicked downward to her hands. 

✧ PENN BADGLEY as Joe Goldberg in YOU Season 4 Date Announcement \ Netflix

blakemadden​:

Blake wanted to have that attachment again with Leo, hell she had missed him like no ones business, but she’d thought keeping herself away from him to maintain her secret was the only way forward. Except now he was professing a want to help her out which made a tiny part of her wonder if she’d had told him the truth from the start, maybe they could have done this together. Apart from the way her arm still throbbed from where he’d grabbed it was too prominent to ignore, making the brunette swallow hard. “Why?” She asked in a genuinely confused voice, not understand how this three sixty had occurred so rapidly. He had been so angry with her not two seconds ago. It had scared her.

As the gap between them closed she couldn’t help but place her hand on his shoulders, the coo of his voice soothing after the harshness it had contained before. Blake gazed up at him like he held the key to the world, which was one of her biggest downfalls, the girl wanted to believe that this was the start of things going right more than anything else. “No…I know…I know you have.” She murmured, her eyes roaming his face until her gaze settled on his lips, pressing her own together. “I’ve missed you…” she admitted in a low murmur, something just between the two of them.

-

“Because the circumstances aren’t as frightening as they could have been?” He worded, thinking it was quite obvious. But it was only clear to him and his selfish perspective. “You didn’t tell me you were pregnant, let alone show me you were— fuck Blake, you were hiding it from me. And I find out like this? What was I suppose to think?” He asked with no malice but looking for some angle of sympathy or relevance. Some way to clear his consciousness of the guilt he felt for placing his hands on her. Some way to rationalize his mood swings. “Admittedly, I shouldn’t have assumed I was the only one who has won your affection. It makes sense now to me why you ended things when you did. But putting all that aside, you’re my friend and I want to help you.” He spoke evenly, his anger was clearly diminished the second he found out he wasn’t a father. His mind was only wrapped around her and how he wanted to be a helping hand at the very least.

“I’ve always been here.” He replied in the same low tremor, but he stubbornly did not want to admit that he missed her too. Though his dark chocolate eyes were brimming with indulgence as he looked at her. “I didn’t decide on changing things between us.” He reminded her. “And of course, I’ll still respect your wishes. I won’t try anything.” As soon as those words left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. Wished that that he could push that boundary if not destroy it. 

gracedupont​:

—Starter for @le0davis​ Location: Some Fundraising Event for the Arts

Henry had been called into a work emergency at the last minute, which meant that Grace was spending the night solo. She really didn’t want to be here, and fully intended to put in just enough face time that no one could say she didn’t try before returning home to cuddle up with a book and a bottle of wine. 

As much as she hated to admit it, Leo Davis was one of the only familiar faces here… 

“Of course, an open bar. I should have known you’d be here.” 

-

Leo detested being his wife’s plus one at these work events. Knowing no one and having everyone only come to talk to him about his wife was social hell for a Leo. Besides it’s not like he could afford to be himself around such miserable and snooty people. His wife attention was taken by a group of people, praising her for yet another accomplishment that he couldn’t ever attain. 

“Good to see you too, Grace.” Leo quipped back as he turned his head to her voice. His hands were rested on his second whiskey sour of the evening. “Open bar’s the only perk of being a plus one.” He said bringing his glass up, saluting her with it before taking another sip. 

closed starter for: @tianaleiwilder​ location: at the dive bar on the 9th

Leo’s legs were stretched before him on the bar stool beside him. Shins dangling off of the cushions though he made no effort to take up more real estate. The dive bar wasn’t too busy on this late weekday night. He liked it this way. It was kind of like having the place to himself. the hum of conversation, throwback music, and the sounds of a game of pool were completely comforting to Leo. He had his usual in front of him. A whiskey sour, so chilled that the glass was sweating.

He ignored it for the time being for his phone in his hands, which rested on his lap. He bit his lip, wondering what he should say as he looked at the text messages between him and Ana. He had been the last one to say something which was evident by the multiple blue bubbles. But she hadn’t said a thing to him for three hours. His leg started to shake as he tried to figure out a way to say something but not seem so eager as he had felt. He had to play it cool but he was feeling the opposite as he looked at the time stamp of her last message. But then the grey dots popped up on the left side of the screen and Leo could feel himself shift to being excited. He quickly grabbed his drink and took a sip with his eyes still on the phone.

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text; leo ⇄ danny

danny: wait

danny: ur saying that as she was literally giving birth she called you to tell u ur the dad? I hope I'm not understanding this wrong bc that's so fucking metal dude wtf

danny: honestly this is perfect since ur already a dad joke expert

leo: she was in labor but technically yes

leo: don't start with me, danny-boy

leo: but that's not all because of course because the gods love to pick on me

leo: my ex-girlfriend is my baby mama's best friend and she was there too

leo: and no, I didn't know they even knew each other

text; leo ⇄ danny

leo: pour one out for me, buddy, cause I'm so dead