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misjess wanted a starter
He is TIRED. One could tell by the look on his eyes, and the bags under them, just as dark as the bruises that were just beginning to heal. He has his hand wrapped up in dirty bandages because of his hand, and he is sure that he has at least one broken rib from all that happened in the Asylum. The policemen think they are crazy, creatures of the night---Josh back in the mines. But ALL the survivors agree on the same thing and so, they go check out. Mike is on his own, left with nothing but a cup of coffee on his hand.
And it taste like HEAVEN. He is sure to fall asleep after drinking it when he sees Jessica. She was ALIVE, they had told her, and it has been days since the police found them. He was back at the police station for more interviews, about Beth and Hannah, about the lodge. But right now, Mike was concerned about Jessica. “Jess.” He calls, already approaching the woman and god, he might hug her if it wasn’t for how both of them seemed so lost. He does bring her close by his good hand on her shoulder, and he is smiling under all the dirt and sorrow because she is RIGHT THERE. With him.
“You are alive. Thank god. Jess---I’m so sorry.”
misjess its not sleeping on the bed
he is not sleeping on the floor
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Send me ┼ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on your muse... || 23. crying at a movie || accepting
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After deciding to swing round at Jess’ on whim, Beth picks up a hamper of muffins and heads on over. What she doesn’t expect to find is Jess crying, which sets a sharp bolt of concern through her, before she sees what Jess is crying at.
“... Hey, Jess.” She offers a sheepish smile at catching Jess out. “Sad movie night? Or just...” Trailing off, Beth climbs onto the couch next to Jess, leaning her head on Jess’ blanketed shoulder. “I brought muffins, by the way. If that helps.”
“Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.”
friends or more? prompts || accepting
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“Jealous of what?”
There’s no attachments right now -- Beth’s free-wheeling, even though right now, at this very singular moment, her heart is kicking into cart-wheels because --- Jess is jealous? Oh Jesus, be still, fragile organ.
“Is this about... uh...” Beth snaps her fingers, trying to remember the girl’s name -- ash brown hair, blue-and-brown eyes, freckles all over-- “Stephanie? Because we’re not. A thing.”
Beth’s not quite brave enough to say what she wants --- But we could be a thing. If you want to. I do.
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misjess replied to your post:i just caught a spider and let it go instead of...
u beat me fam last night in the shower a spider had the Audacity to try and join me and i ran into my moms room naked & made her kill it with a broom so
listen if that fucker was in the shower i would’ve drowned his ass sorry
misjess replied to your post:show me the salt.
why is this me
bc we siblings, mallory
