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"I was... carried... and... taken... and... ( ‎‎ ‎ ...‎ ‎‎ ‎ ) ‎ ‎ ‎ I don't know... I don't know."

[jezica]

‟ I don't— I don't know... I was by the window and there was all this glass and... it was in the snow and then... it was... moving so fast, fuck... and then I was, I was down here... ”

This is a private, highly selective & mutually exclusive roleplay blog for Jessica Riley ⸺ a canon character found within Supermassive Games 'Until Dawn'. This blog is low - activity & eighteen plus only. Out of character posts will be much more common than in character posts. As interpreted by Flo(rence), she / they, twenty five, tracking #jezica.

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[2kiras-a-deactivated20251231]

HE'S    QUIET    FOR    A    LONG    TIME,         A    RARE    OCCURRENCE    THESE    DAYS,         BUT    CERTAINLY    WELCOMED    WITH    THE    CONTINUOUS    CHIME    OF    HER    VOICE    TO    MUFFLE    HIS    LACK,         [         RINGING    THROUGH    THE    MURMUR    OF    NIGHTLIFE,         LIFTING    HIS    GUILT     -     RIDDLED    THOUGHTS    OUT    OF    THE    DEPTHS    OF    SOMETHING    AKIN    TO    FOMO    AND    MUMBLED    CURSES    BENEATH    HIS    BREATH         ;      GODDAMN    THE    MEDICATION.         ]         HE'D    ALREADY    RESOLUTIONED    TO    READ    THE    LABELS    AGAIN    IN    THE    MORNING,         DIVY    UP    HIS    SYMPTOMS    AND    WRITE    A    NOTE    IN    HIS    PHONE    TO    BRING    IT    UP    NEXT    SUNDAY    WHEN    HIS    MOM    DRAGGED    HIM    BACK    INTO    THAT    CHEAP    MINT    SMELLING    OFFICE.

HE    INTERRUPTS    WITH    A    SNORT    IN    HIS    THROAT,         LIFTS    HIS    HEAD    FROM    HER    SHOULDER    THE    MOMENT    HE    FEELS    THE    SWAYING    FEELING    OF    DRIFTING    INTO    SLEEP    TRY    TO    KIDNAP    HIM    FROM    HER    DARLING    ATTENTION.         [         THOUGH    HIS    SHOULDER    STAYS    PRESSED    AGAINST    HERS,         KNEES    SHIFTING    TO    MIRROR    THE    WAY    THEY    BLOCK    HALF    THE    SIDEWALK    JUST    TO    LAY    FLAT    AGAINST    THE    CONCRETE.         ]         HES    FLATTERED,         ALL    CLENCHED    TEETH    TO    KEEP    FROM    SMILING    LIKE    HE'S    WON    SOME    KIND    OF    LOTTERY    AND    ONE    HAND    IN    HIS    HAIR    TO    PULL    IT    FROM    HIS    HEAVY    LIDDED    EYES.         “         they    don't    call    me    the    party    master    for    nothin'.         ”

JOSH    GLANCES    OVER    HER,         TRACES    THE    LINE    OF    HER    JAW    WITH    IT,         OFFERS    HIS    HAND    WITH    AN    UPWARD    FACING    PALM    AND    FINALLY,         FINALLY    ALLOWS    HIS    HEAD    TO    MEET    THE    WORN    BRICK    BEHIND    THEM,         “         pinch    me    if    i    start    fallin'    asleep.      wanna    stay    here    a    bit    longer.         ”         BUT    IF    HE    LEFT    IT    THERE,         IT    WOULD    FEEL    TOO    SERIOUS,         TOO    SAPPY    AND    WISTFUL,         [         KEEP    THE    THOUGHTS    COMIN'    BRAIN,         WE    DONT    HAVE    MUCH    TIME    LEFT    BEFORE    SHES    GONNA    HAVE    TO    CALL    ONE    OF    THE    FELLAS    TO    HAUL    YOUR    ASS    INTO    SOMEONE'S    MINIVAN.         ]         “         the    jello    shots    can    wait         ;         dont    want    to    share    you    with    sam's    watered    down    excuse    for    watermelon    liquor.         ”

HIS    EYES    CLOSE,         BUT    HE    HUMS    A    SINGLE    NOTE    QUIET    AND    SOLID    IN    HIS    THROAT    IN    TANDEM    TO    ENSURE    HIMSELF    STILL    WITHIN    THE    WORLD    OF    THE    LIVING,         BURIES    HIS    FREE    HAND    IN    THE    POCKET    OF    HIS    JACKET    AND    WONDERS    IF    HE    SHOULD    OFFER    IT    TO    HER.         [         IF    HE    FEELS    HER    SHIVER    AGAINST    THE    BREEZE    ONE    MORE    TIME,         HE'D    SURELY    THROW    IT    INTO    HER    LAP    WITHIN    SECONDS.         ]         HE    STILL    FEELS    A    SENSE    OF    OBLIGATION,         LIKE    HE    SHOULD    BE    ENTERTAINING    HER    WITH    DUMB    JOKES    AND    VAGUELY    FLIRTATIOUS    PICK    UP    LINES    STOLEN    FROM    OLD    MOVIES.         INSTEAD,         “         thanks.         think    i'd    have    gotten    kidnapped    by    now    if    not    for    you.         ”         HIS    KNUCKLES    BRUSH    HIS    BROW    ONCE    RELEASED    FROM    TWIDDLING    WITH    THE    LIGHTER    IN    HIS    POCKET,         EYES    OPENING    TO    FLUTTER    LASHES    AND    COMICALLY    MIMIC    A    PURE    DAMSEL    IN    HORRIBLE    DISTRESS,         “         oh    man,         jessica    please    save    me    from    the    dickbag    that    is    my    therapist    and    these    weird    drunk    people    on    this    dangerous,      no    good    street    !         i'll    pay    you    back    in    more    kisses    and    riches    than    you    can    imagine    !         ”

[jezica]

“ Oh, please, ” she groans, rolling her eyes so dramatically it’s a miracle they don’t fall out of her head. Her voice pitches higher, dripping with mock exaggeration as she mimics his tone. “ Jessica, save me from my therapist! Save me from the terrifying horrors of modern medicine & all these dangerous frat boys with bad haircuts! ” She huffs in mock exasperation, crossing her arms & shaking her head like she’s just so put upon.

Her facade doesn’t last long. A grin tugs at the corner of her lips, breaking through her feigned irritation & she turns her head just enough to catch his gaze. “ Kisses & riches, huh? ” she says, arching a brow & leaning in slightly, her voice playful but lined with just enough sarcasm to make her point. “ Bold move, Washington. Promising a girl the world while you’re literally half-asleep & whining about your therapist. Real Casanova material. ”

She reaches over, jabs two fingers lightly into his side & tilts her head back with a faux-dramatic sigh. “ You know, most people just buy me a drink when they want me to stick around. You’re out here trying to pay me in imaginary treasure & pity compliments. Honestly, it’s tragic. ” Jessica lets the words linger for a beat, her tone teasing but never harsh. The faintest chill brushes past & she shifts her weight, folding her arms against her chest.

Her gaze softens after a second, lingering on his profile as he leans back against the brick, his exhaustion written all over him. “ But, y’know . . . ” she starts, quieter now, her voice a little less sharp, “ you don’t owe me anything. Not for this. ” She shrugs like it’s nothing, but her words carry a weight she isn’t used to throwing around. “ I mean, you’d probably do the same for me if the tables were turned, right? No treasures required. ”

She bumps her shoulder lightly against his, more to keep the mood light than anything. “ Besides, I’ve got a reputation to uphold. Can’t just let the birthday girl leave her own party for nothing, can I? What would people think? ” Her lips twitch into a small smile & she glances over at him again, her tone playful as always but with an undercurrent of something warmer, steadier. “ Now, if you fall asleep on me, though, all bets are off. I will draw something on your face. Just a heads up. ”

[jessicarilley]

"Well, what I remember is that we played a stupid half-baked prank that probably got Hannah and Beth killed"

[2kiras-a-deactivated20251231]

❪    *    𝑄    :    ❫      STARTER    CALL         ;         ft.     JESSICA         —        @jezica

“         now         (    …    )         im    no    expert,         “         THE    BUS    JOSTLED    THEM    WITH    EACH    TINY,         INSIGNIFICANT    BUMP    OF    THE    ROAD,         ANYTHING    BUT    SUBTLE,         HOWEVER    CERTAINLY    IGNORED    BY    THE    RATIONING    OF    PASSENGERS,         ”         but    you    really    should    invest    in    that    ‘find    my    phone’    feature    they've    got.         "         CHRIS    COULDNT    IMAGINE    IT,      LOSING    YOUR    CELLULAR    FOUR    TIMES    IN    ONE    YEAR         ?         [         NO    TEXTING    SHITTY    MEMES,         NO    GPS,         NO    MOBILE    GAMES    WITH    FIVE    HUNDRED    ADVERTISEMENTS    TO    ACCIDENTALLY    CLICK    ON         ]         HAD    TO    BE    A    RECORD.

HIS    SHOULDER    LEANS    INTO    HERS    WHERE    THEIR    SEATS    SIT    AS    A    PAIR,         TRYING    TO    GET    HIS    FILL    OF    GLANCES    OVER    THE    PROCESS    OF    HER    THUMBS    OVER    THE    KEYBOARD.         HE'D    FOUND    THAT    WITH    A    WOMAN    LIKE    JESS,         HE    WAS    EITHER    IN    FOR    SOMETHING    HE    PERSONALLY    FOUND    BORING         [         A    WEIRD    ARRANGEMENT    OF    EMOJIS    HE    HAD    NO    CHANCE    OF    UNDERSTANDING    OR    MAYBE    A    PINTEREST    BOARD    FILLED    TO    THE    BRIM    WITH    FASHION    IDEAS         ]         OR    THE    EXCHANGE    OF    A    LIFETIME    BEING    CASUALLY    SPILLED    WHILE    SHE    SITS    ON    A    SHITTY    BUS    ON    THE    WAY    TO    AN    EVEN    SHITTIER    GET    TOGETHER.         HE    FINDS    A    HEALTHY    IN    BETWEEN,         SOMETHING    CONTAINING    EMILY'S    THINNLY    DISGUISED    CODE    NAME    AND    SAM'S    CONTACT    AT    THE    TOP         ;         THE    REST    IS    LOST    TO    A    PARTICULARLY    DEEP    POTHOLE    SENDING    HIS    SHOULDERS    NEAR    TO    HIS    EARS.

“         have    you    heard    about    matt    and    em    yet         ?         ”         AND    FOR    AT    LEAST    FIVE    WHOLE    SECONDS,         CHRIS    REGRETS    ASKING.         “         i    mean,         like         –         you    dont    have    to    talk    about    it.      just    surprising.         never    saw    those    two    as    anything    more    than    drinking    buddies.         ”

[jezica]

Jess makes a noise somewhere between a scoff & a laugh, tipping her head back against the seat with a dramatic sigh. “ First of all, ” she starts, shifting so her knee lightly knocks against Chris’s, “ ‘find my phone’ only works if your phone is actually on, which, spoiler alert, it wasn’t— thanks to some asshole who thought it would be funny to chuck it in a pool last weekend. ” A pause. A beat. “ Secondly, ” she shoots him a look, one brow arched, “ don’t pretend like you wouldn't lose your phone just as much if you had half the social life I do. ”

She lets him sit with that for a second before glancing back down at her screen, fingers flicking over the keyboard, finishing whatever message she was typing before Chris decided to drop the conversation equivalent of a live grenade in her lap.

“ Matt & Em, ” she repeats, this time with a little more weight, as if she’s still deciding whether or not she actually wants to dignify it with a response. “ Yeah, I heard & by ‘heard’, I mean I got to watch Emily sink her claws in like it was some National Geographic special on territorial predators. ” She lets out a sharp exhale, shaking her head. “ Honestly, I give it, what— three months? Before she gets bored & starts treating him like her personal errand boy again? ”

She tilts her head toward Chris, arching a brow. “ Drinking buddies, ” she echoes, the sarcasm practically dripping from her tone. “ Right & I’m so sure she wasn’t just keeping him on standby until she decided no one better was around. Classic Em— always gotta have a backup plan. ” She waves a dismissive hand, her lips curling into something sharp. “ But hey, good for them. Can’t wait to sit through another season of ‘Emily Micromanages Her Boyfriend’s Entire Existence’— real gripping stuff. ”

She stretches out her legs, shaking off whatever lingering irritation might be settling in her shoulders & turns fully toward him with a grin that’s just a little too wide to be entirely real. “ Anyway, Christopher, why the sudden interest in high school soap operas? You got a bet going or something? If so, you better cut me in, because I have receipts. ”

[femintuition]

“ stuffy — ” she repeats again , a near confident nod following as she offers a tight lipped , small smile . an attempt to convince jessica that shutting herself off in the room was probably worse than she realizes . she holds in a hopeful breath as jess turns her attention out to the window instead , fingers going to play with the bracelet on her arm to distract herself in the silence between them again .

ashley lets out that breath when she gets that maybe , letting her own gaze flicker to the window after a moment , taking in the scene outside as she starts to doubt herself at jessica's description . not that it could really be helped , but maybe their setting was too similar to how it was on that mountain , pushing back a memory trying to creep in from the corner of her mind of standing by the front door , waiting out the window for chris to come back , staring out at that dark night , only seeing snow & trees & nothing until he came running back —

she shoves it back to the recesses of her mind , letting a quiet curse out under her breath over letting it come to the forefront , even for a moment . her eyes meet jessica's again , & she sits up a little more in her chair as she forces on a smile , nodding a little when the other starts to agree to the plan . her worries were not important right now anyway , ashley had decided when she gotten to jessica's . it was her friend who mattered .

“ don't worry , i won't expect you to go full tree hugger either , ” she teases back , moving off of the chair when jess starts to get up , reaching to get her jacket that she had taken the liberty to put on a hook on the back of the door . she can't help the soft laugh as jess continues , shaking her head as she goes to push a lock of long hair behind her ear . “ i try to be , at least . a walk will be good . got gloves ? ”

[jezica]

“ Gloves? ” Jessica echoes, her tone dipping somewhere between incredulous & amused, as if Ashley had just asked her if she was planning to knit a sweater while they were out there. She glances at her hands, flexing her fingers like the concept of gloves is something she hasn’t thought about in years— which, honestly, might not be far from the truth.

“ God, Ash, what are you? My mom? ” she quips, grabbing a winter jacket from the chair by her desk & shrugging it on. The thick, insulated material feels heavy on her shoulders, a reminder of the chill waiting outside.

She zips it up halfway, her fingers brushing the cool metal of the zipper before she grabs a scarf from her desk, looping it loosely around her neck. “ There. Satisfied? ” she says, giving Ashley a teasing look as she heads for the door.

The hallway is dim & silent, the faint creak of the floorboards under Jessica’s boots the only sound as they step out of her room. “ You know, I could’ve just stayed in my nice, cozy room, ” she mutters, though the edge in her voice is softened by the smirk tugging at her lips. She glances over her shoulder at Ashley. “ If this ‘fresh air’ idea of yours flops, you owe me hot chocolate or something. ”

She reaches the front door, pausing for a moment to tug her scarf a little tighter around her neck before pulling the door open. The cold hits immediately, sharp & biting, but Jessica forces herself to step outside, her boots crunching against the snow. For a moment, she stops & takes in the scene— the dark expanse of trees, the faint glow of the porch light catching on the snow-covered ground.

“ Alright, Ash. Fresh air. Let’s see if this is as life-changing as you make it sound, ” she says, glancing back at her friend with a raised eyebrow. Then, with her hands stuffed firmly into her jacket pockets, she starts down the driveway, the chill biting at her cheeks but doing little to dim her sarcastic edge.

[2kiras-a-deactivated20251231]

❪    *    𝑄    :    ❫      STARTER    CALL         ;         ft.     JESSICA         —        @jezica

“         un    -    fuckin'    -    believable.         ”         THERES    A    SLIGHTLY    SLURRED    QUALITY    TO    HIS    TONE    IN    MATRIMONY    WITH    HIS    EXHAUSTION,         SOMEWHERE    BETWEEN    THE    MEDICATION    AND    THE    CURB    THEY    OCCUPIED    JUST    OUTSIDE    OF    MIKE'S    SHITTY    APARTMENT         ;         JOSH    HAD    READ    EVERY    LABEL    PRESCRIBED    OVER    AND    OVER    LIKE    IT    WAS    HIS    LIFE'S    PASSION    TO    MEMORIZE    THE    INGREDIENTS    AND    DIRECTIONS    WORD    FOR    WORD         (    …    )         AND    YET    ‘DROWSY’    HAD    YET    TO    POP    OUT    IN    ANY    CAPACITY    WITH    PURE    EXCEPTION    FOR    HOW    HE    FELT    NOW.         “         my    therapist    is    such    a    piece    of    shit.         cant    even    party    like    i    used    to.         ”         HE    WHINES    LIKE    A    CHILD,         PLACES    HIS    HEAD    AGAINST    HER    SHOULDER    WITH    HIS    EYES    SQUEEZED    SHUT    AND    HIS    NAILS    PICKING    CIRCLES    INTO    THE    WORN    FABRIC    OF    HIS    JEANS.

IT    WAS    SUMMER,         BUT    THE    LATE    NIGHT    BREEZE    BROUGHT    ALONG    A    CHILL    THAT    KEPT    HIM    AWAKE    ENOUGH,         [         KEPT    HIS    STOMACH    IN    KNOTS    AND    HIS    FOCUS    ON    HER    PERFUME         ]         “         sorry,         jess.         ”         JOSH    MUMBLES,         FEELING    THE    CONTINUOUS    PANG    OF    REGRET    IN    THE    TWIST    OF    HIS    SHOULDERS    AND    THE    FALLING    OF    HIS    PALM    OVER    HER    KNEE         ;         HE    LOOSELY    SHAKES    IT    IN    HUMOR,         TRYING    TO    FIND    SOME    SORT    OF    LIGHTHEARTED    CONNECTION    DESPITE    IT    ALL.

“         you    should    be    up    there    taking    a    shot    for    every    damn    year    you've    been    alive         ;         should    have    taken    some    with    you.         ”         ITS    BOTH    SARCASTIC    AND    EARNEST,         KNOWING    HE    TOOK    THE    BIRTHDAY    GIRL    FROM    HER    OWN    PARTY    AND    HADN'T    DRANK    IN    THREE    MONTHS.         [         NINETEEN    SHOTS         (    …    )      HE'D    BE    OUT    THE    WINDOW    BY    THREE.         ]         “         dont    worry    about    me.         i'll    get    a    ride    and    you'll    be    back    to    living    it    up    for    the    both    of    us.         ”      

[jezica]

Jessica lets out a soft snort, tipping her head back against the cold brick wall behind them, her eyes half-lidded as she watches the distant flicker of streetlights. “ Yeah, right, ” she drawls, her voice light with amusement but carrying something softer beneath it— something closer to fondness. “ Like I was really about to just leave your sad, overmedicated ass out here to philosophize about your shitty therapist all by your lonesome. ” She stretches her legs out in front of her, letting the hem of her skirt catch the wind, then turns her attention back to Josh, the corner of her mouth quirking up. “ Nineteen shots is a rookie number. I would've been fine. ” She gives a mock serious look. “ Probably. ”

The silence between them lingers for a second, but it’s not uncomfortable. Jess runs her thumb over the edges of her phone case, absentmindedly fidgeting with it as she continues, her voice light, teasing. “ Sorry to break it to you, Washington, but the party kinda sucks without you anyway. ” She tilts her head, eyes flicking toward the mess of cars & people milling around the party in the distance, then back to him, her gaze softer than usual, but with that playful edge she always carries. “ I mean, it's not like I planned on getting dragged outside in the middle of the night to babysit your existential crisis, but here we are. ” She shrugs, glancing down at the way her nails lightly tap on the edge of the curb.

“ You really think I’d rather be in there doing jello shots with a bunch of randos than out here with you? ” Her words carry a dry humor, but there's something almost fond about the way she says it, like it’s a reminder she’s not just there because she’s bored— she’s there because she wants to be. She grins, lips curling into a teasing smile. “ I mean, okay, maybe if they were, like, really good jello shots. But still. You’re a close second. ” The late-night breeze nips at her arms & she curls her hands into the sleeves of her top like it might help fend off the chill. The city buzzes around them, distant shouts & laughter floating in the air, but she doesn’t seem to care much about the noise.

After a beat, she turns her attention back to Josh, eyes narrowing playfully. “ Honestly, ” she murmurs, voice easing into something casual again, “ you’re stuck with me, Josh. Might as well make the most of it. ” A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at her lips, the kind that doesn't always need to be there but shows up anyway when she’s around people who get it, who don’t make things more complicated than they need to be. She lets her gaze soften, the usual playful mask she wears slipping just a little. “ I know you’re not exactly having the time of your life, but you’re not getting out of this without a least one laugh, okay? ” She nudges him again with her knee, not in a rush to stand or go anywhere. Not yet.

[femintuition]

she tries to hide the frown that pulls on the corner of her lips , her hand resting on the back of the desk chair as jessica sits on the bed , a quick debate on whether she should sit too ( once upon a time , she wouldn't overthink even the smallest things ) before her fingers curl around the top of it , pulling it out a little . ashley grimaces how loud the legs scrape against the ground , though maybe it's part of her imagination , or maybe now she's hyperaware of her surroundings . she's still not sure about that .

“ seriously , jess , i didn't just wanna — pop up , you know ? ” her words , the look crossing her face as she sits on the edge of the chair , are apologetic , her fingers going to almost mirror jessica's movements as she tucks a piece of hair back behind her ear , her other hand resting on the desk beside her now , finger nails going to tap on it , lightly , for a moment .

@jezica from here .

there's that awkward pause , silence filling between the two , as she searches for more to say . for more to explain why she felt the urge to go check on jess , how she had been biting on her nails when the other hadn't answered when she first reached out . she only absently nods when the other speaks again , a hum to let her know she acknowledges , before letting that silence fall again , trying to distract herself for a moment by looking around them , search for words all a way to dance around anything they really could talk about .

“ i was thinking maybe some fresh air would be good , ” she finally says after a beat , blinking a little as she takes in her friend , forcing her own smile to finally pull on her face as she leans forward a bit . “ it's kinda stuffy in here , don't you think ? ”

[jezica]

Jessica lets out a soft, hollow laugh, one that barely fills the room before it fades into the quiet. “ Stuffy, ” she repeats, her voice light, almost amused, as if Ashley had just told her a joke that didn’t quite land. She tilts her head, her hair catching the dim light & for a second, she looks like she’s actually considering the suggestion. Then her gaze drifts back to the window, where the glass reflects nothing but darkness.

“ Yeah, maybe, ” she says after a moment, her voice distant now, like she’s not really talking to Ashley anymore but to herself. Her fingers move idly along the edge of the blanket again, tracing invisible patterns. “ But it’s not like there’s much out there, is there? Just . . . trees & snow & more trees. ” Her lips twist into a faint smirk, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “ Super refreshing. ”

There’s a pause, the kind that stretches too long & Jess feels it pressing down on her, thick & uncomfortable. She finally looks back at Ashley, the mask of indifference slipping just enough to show the exhaustion beneath it, the way her shoulders sag, the tightness around her eyes. “ But hey, if you’re dying for some ‘fresh air,’ ” she says, her voice lilting into something almost playful again, “ we can go for a walk or something. Just . . . don’t expect me to be all zen about it, okay? I’m not exactly the tree-hugging type. ”

Her smile sharpens, but there’s something brittle about it, something that cracks at the edges. It’s easier this way, deflecting, defusing, pretending that everything is fine. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, standing up & brushing invisible dust from her jeans as she gestures vaguely toward the door. “ Lead the way, Ash. You’re the one with the bright ideas tonight. ”

[lakemichigans]

"Play your cards right and maybe you'll get lucky..."

[jezica]

sorry to just turn up. i tried calling. (from ashley?)

Jessica glances up from where she’s seated, her feet tucked beneath her on the edge of the bed, one knee pulled close to her chest. The room feels too quiet, too still— like the walls are closing in & she can't shake the tension that’s settled into her bones. She smiles, but it’s tight, like she’s trying to fit herself into a space she doesn’t quite belong.

“ Oh, don’t worry about it, ” she says, brushing the back of her hand across her forehead, her fingers grazing the messy strands of hair that fall loose from her ponytail. “ I mean, who needs phones, right? People can just show up whenever they feel like it. Totally fine. ” Her words come out with that light, teasing tone she’s always used to deflect attention, to keep the mood light. It’s easy, almost second nature, to mask whatever she’s really feeling with that upbeat, careless front. It’s easier than admitting the truth, anyway.

She glances around the room, the stillness almost suffocating now & forces herself to look back at Ashley. It’s all too easy to act like nothing’s wrong, to pretend like the creeping feeling in her chest doesn’t exist. She crosses her arms, trying to force some space between her & whatever weird, gnawing sense of discomfort is clawing at her. “ I wasn’t exactly doing anything important. ” She shrugs, attempting to sound casual, though the weight of her own words feels like a lie, an attempt to cover up the fact that the night feels wrong— something off about it, something she can’t quite place.

She doesn’t let her gaze linger for too long, focused instead on the low light spilling through her bedroom window, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. She traces a finger along the blanket, her mind drifting for a moment, disconnected. It’s easier to pretend. It’s easier to just . . . keep going.

[notmorbid]

the premonition.

dialogue prompts from the premonition: a novel by banana yoshimoto.

it makes me feel oddly sentimental to think of that time now.

time has no foothold in this house.

i always leave home when i have things to figure out.

i just had to see you.

i can't imagine living in a place like this.

are you hungry? shall we order something?

do you know the way back?

sorry to just turn up. i tried calling.

oh, the phone? i heard it ringing, but i didn't want to pick up.

have you been on a trip somewhere?

are you running away?

you know i have the space. stay as long as you like.

there's something important i'm forgetting.

do you have to make so much noise?

you're an easy person to love.

you're pretty special.

if nobility could be innate, that would be you.

you've been different ever since that night. tell me what happened.

you're sure it wasn't just a dream? you think it was real?

i love being in the open air, no matter the season.

i guess you need to have a home before you can run away from it.

some kinds of knowing are never wrong, even when we wish they could be.

the house feels empty without you.

i get so lonely so easily.

you were in a fight.

geniuses are always misunderstood.

discovering the truth always hurts.

were we happy?

you were so small. maybe you've forgotten.

every family ought to have one of you.

you understand a lot more than you think you know.

there's still a lot i don't remember.

nothing good ever comes from leaving suddenly.

why are you sitting in the dark like you're an axe murderer?

i feel like i'm just sitting on the sidelines, watching things pass me by.

screw it. who cares what happens? at least it'll be an adventure.

where the hell am i?

it's my turn to look for you.

i'd love to talk to you, if you don't mind.

i like to make my own decisions.

people keep coming out of the woodwork, like we're in some kind of detective novel.

loving you was the happiest i've ever been.

it's always better to know than to not know. i'm sure of that.

i don't have the strength to picture a happy ending.

i think i know exactly how you must have felt.

it's kind of tragic how we can never completely escape our childhoods.

i'll follow ____ anywhere. i'll wait as long as it takes.

love is a creature with a mind of its own.

you always look so confident, it makes me feel a little lonely.

you're coming home, right?

i feel like i can face anything, when i'm with you.

i was always thinking about you, even when it didn't seem like i was.

[jezica]

i think i love jess because she would pick peach in mario kart and, i too, always choose peach in mario kart

[jezica]

you're the shit. you deserve the best. + mike <3

It’s one of those lines one practices in a mirror, Jessica knows it is, but damn if Mike doesn’t sell it anyway. She flicks her hair over her shoulder, the golden waves catching the soft light from the fireplace. “ Who, me? ” Her voice lilts, airy & teasing, like she’s speaking in italics, a practiced rhythm she’s perfected. She leans back against the couch, stretching out like a cat in sunlight, long legs draped across his lap. Her sweater hangs loose off one shoulder, an accidental kind of sexy that she’s absolutely planned. She's pretty sure she's seen Mike’s gaze flick there multiple times now, because of course it has & it makes her feel all sorts of giddy. “ Duh. Obviously, babe. Like, tell me something I don’t know. ”

Jess wants to make him laugh. Wants to hear the warm, easy sound. It's one that she doesn’t hear as often as she used to. Not since everything happened. Not since the cracks started forming, in them, in the group, in her. But for tonight, she’s decided, they’re okay. She’s okay.

“ You deserve the best too, y’know, ” she murmurs, quieter this time. The edge softens, the teasing drops away. Her fingers trace the pattern of his plaid shirt absently, brushing over the buttons. “ Even if it’s, like, a knockoff brand of ‘best.’ ” She laughs, sharp & quick, covering up the way her voice dips. Vulnerability isn’t her thing, not really, but there’s something about Mike that makes her want to try.

[jezica]

jess used to love halloween but after everything that happened... nope she quite frankly hates it and locks herself up in her room all day (:

[jezica]

what if i made an u.ntil d.awn sentence starter meme but it would just be the type of lines like "lookie-lookie, who's gonna fire up some nookie!" and "jesus hot sauce christmas cake" and "go suck an egg" (':

[jezica]

WHICH TAROT CARD ARE YOU? ⸺ THE MOON.

You avoid corners and doorways — do you know why? Have you looked inwards recently? Do you understand what is happening there? Your mind is muddled and dusty, a mirror you haven’t been able to clean properly. Smudging the nervousness just leaves streaks on the glass, which makes your face harder to see, which makes you nervous. What are you nervous of, darling? What keeps you up at night? Why haven’t you confronted it? Do you know what it is? Can you answer my questions? Are they making you nervous? Am I frightening you?

TAGGED BY: @grimson TAGGING: @infinitied, @sequine, @legacey, @reputatata

[notmorbid]

i could live here forever, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from i could live here forever: a novel by hanna halperin.

you could be famous. you could do anything you want.

if you snore, i'm booting you to the couch.

i think about you, and everything bad just disappears.

that's kind of how i fall asleep at night. talking to you in my head.

it's really good to hear your voice. where are you?

do whatever you have to do.

are you still attracted to me?

you would always be welcome with me.

you're scaring me right now.

you seem really anxious. are you okay?

you're the shit. you deserve the best.

it makes me feel better to know where your head is at.

it's not paranoid when it turns out you're actually being watched.

would you mind walking me home?

thanks for walking me home. i appreciate it.

is this safe? are you safe?

i'm going to remember this day for the rest of my life.

it's hard to hear, that's all.

you use people. it's something that you do.

you know i'll always pick up. no matter what.

i left out parts of the story.

i think we should go to the hospital. we can go together.

i'm really sorry. you're not seeing me at my best.

what's a seven-letter word for a desert in a glass?

i'm kind of freaking out right now.

are you talking to anyone? a counselor or a therapist?

it's almost over. you're doing great.

i don't say this lightly, but you might have saved my life.

you deserve to be with someone who's good to you all the time.

maybe we both blew it.

i wish i could meet you for the first time right now.

i wish i could be my best self for you.

i really do believe that art can save a person.

being admired and being loved aren't the same thing.

i didn't think you were actually going to come.

you should trust your instincts.

one day you're going to look back on this and you're going to laugh.

i know it doesn't feel that way now, but you're going to be okay.

we never talk about that night.

home is a memory.

i don't think i would have survived that time without you.

do you want me to come in with you?

i remembered you taller.

i wish you'd called ahead of time.

you're as good as they come.

i didn't know where my feelings ended and yours began.

it's brave, what you did today.

i know you're lying to me.

i think things happen how they're supposed to.

i used to feel very alone. i was scared i'd always feel that way.

with you, i feel like i'm part of something.

you bring out something different in me. something i didn't even know i was capable of.

i can't be the only thing that gets you through the day.

what i want most in this world is to have a family.

i've never loved a face more than i've loved yours.

maybe this is what family is supposed to feel like.

every time i try to be normal, i mess it up.

see you soon. miss you already.

you look like someone who has their life together.

what do you like?

you ask good questions.

you're not a martyr. get over yourself.

what we have is complicated, but it's good and real.

were you waiting for me all this time?

i wish we got to know each other more.

we don't know each other well, but i'm here for you.

are you going to be okay?

i feel ____ here with me all the time.

nothing is as real as the person beside you.

[jezica]

‟ I'm sorry... Ugh... I'm sorry, I think I'm a little freaked out and it's hard for me to like, keep this up, and— ”

‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‟ What? Keep what up? ”  

‟ Look... I act all super confident and like a total sexy babe and everything but underneath, I gotta be honest, I'm... really kinda insecure... ”

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