#╰ thread ♡ josie hall

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closed starter for @painfools ♡ based on this (kinda)

“these edibles suck, dude — i can’t feel shit.” josie popped another brownie into her mouth, already high enough that she made a rookie mistake — taking more before the previous edible had time to work through her system. she carried on, using any opportunity to take a jab at dawson. “did you have a little betty crocker moment and bake them yourself?” giving him a faux aw, a sympathetic pout formed on the brunette’s features. as she blinked up at him, the rookie mistake immediately came back to bite her in the ass. “huh.” with a tilt of her head, josie’s teeth sunk into her lower lip as she held dawson’s gaze. “your eyes are really blue. have they always been that blue?”

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in the logical part of josie’s brain, she knew that nothing good could ever come from flirting with a guy named moose. regardless of the buzzing in her chest when he confirms it, the brunette takes an instinctive step back. “is that so?” though she knew it was true, and it only inflated her ego more. any time josie asked her fellow medics about the blonde, they had fine things to say, but none of them gushed about the mason jones flirting with them. “if that's true, how many more broken noses do i have to heal before you actually ask me on a date, mason?”

"oh no? lucky me then." moose feels a sense of confidence taking over although he didn't know why. anyone with eyes could see how attractive josie was. even better was getting to know her. he lets her tilt his head wherever she needs, her gentle touch soothing him. "mm. maybe so but you're my favorite." it wasn't a lie although he knew she might not believe him. "only one i flirt with." moose makes his attempts known with a proud smirk.

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closed starter for @cardigaen ♡ plot: aquamarine (but gayer) !

it all started with a storm — one that josie was seriously dreading cleaning up after. to make matters worse, she barely got started before she tripped over her comically long pool net. before she could catch herself, the brunette landed into the murky water with a splash! she began to swim upward when her palm skimmed something slimy. her first instinct was to open her eyes to see what it was, but the moment she did, her eyes met another pair. through the seaweed, she swore she saw scales. josie let out a scream, bubbles mixing with the other’s blonde waves as ripped through the water. what the actual fuck? was she hallucinating? she broke through the surface with a gasp, pushing herself towards the edge of the pool as though her life depended on it. she pulled herself up and over the edge, soaked vans squishing with each step as her hands wrapped around the pool net that sent her flying to begin with. “hello? who’s there?”

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closed starter for @tcmbcy ♡ plot: in source ! muse: josie hall. 24-26. cannabis infused bakery owner.

"all i'm saying is that we have approximately..." she checked the time on her apple watch before sliding it off she set it on the nightstand beside the glaringly small only bed in their room. "six hours before we even need to consider our sleeping arrangements." with a small huff, josie stared at herself in the full length mirror one last time before resting her eyes on her ex. "until then, i'm going to go enjoy our vacation by the pool. are you coming?"

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@sourtimcs liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: josie hall. 24-26. cannabis infused bakery owner.

josie was stressed. it'd been two days since the last time they slept together and she was already thinking about the next time. things were getting bad. despite their constant conversations, josie felt like she couldn't get close enough. as fun as their friendship was, she found herself wondering more and more about the other side of their relationship. they were on their second sleepover of the week and the brunette habitually began to pack a bowl as they sat down. "what're we doing tonight? any grand ideas?"

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josie clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling the laugh that escaped through. “i’m not saying that!” asher wasn’t necessarily predictable, she just knew him well. years of spending time together would do that to people, regardless of their platonic nature. just friends, she told herself. just friends who sometimes, maybe hooked up and didn’t speak about it afterwards. consistently. as she leaned back, tucked against the blonde’s side, josie spoke again. “you’re twisting my words. i just know you, i guess. i could do it with anyone i’ve spent the last decade with.”

a smile started to grow at the corner of asher's mouth. "so i'm predictable, that's what you're saying?" he leaned back on the couch, a playful tone in his voice. "predictable and deserving of your attention," he remarked.

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josie never dated musicians. not that she avoided them, per se, but the whole brooding rockstar cliche never really appealed to her. when she met jace, she was so smitten by him that it never occurred to her to be uninterested. he was so different than what she expected from your average rockstar. instead of brooding, he was often shy around her. so much so that she found it endearing, the way his digits tapped against the couch and the nervousness in his voice. she understood — not only was he showing her a vulnerable project, they were also closer than they’d ever been before. there was plenty to be nervous about. as calm, cool and collected as josie was, she was internally freaking out herself. should she move closer? will his ego be bruised if she makes the first movie? her gut told her no, but she didn’t want to taint their special moment on the off chance that he wasn’t interested. “trust me, i’d tell you if you sounded like shit.” she teased, hyper aware of jace’s arm under her. she didn’t want to move, to burst the bubble they were in together. josie nodded at the mention of the song order, mentally skimming through everything jace had told her about the band’s history. “the encore? shit, dude. that’d be even cooler than the opener.” in a quick moment of sweeping confidence, josie sat up, turning to cover her hand with jace’s tapping one. “are you nervous?” she grinned, tilting her head up at him. “you don’t have to be with me, you know. i swear, you’re like the coolest person i’ve ever met. other than blake, obviously.”

“ by all means. “ he nods, looking towards the record player across the room, focusing on the music while his fingers tapped anxiously on the back of the couch. his movement stilled when he felt the weight of the back of her head against his arm, her hair tickling the warm flesh of his forearm. part of him wonders what would happen if he just lowered his arm a little more, so that it was resting against the back of her neck, making it so he could pull her towards him. would she be okay with it? or would she push him away, and tell him that he was being weird? deep down something was telling him that she would be cool with it but, he still refrained from moving a inch, and just kept his arm where it was. when she finally speaks, he turns towards her, seeing how close they actually were. “ yeah? i don’t sound winded? or super nasally? “ he swallows, fingers tapping anxiously against the couch once more. “ i was kind of worried i’d sound like shit cause i’m pretty sure i smoked before this take. “ he chuckles, turning his attention back on the record player so he could steady himself a little bit. “ it’d be cool to open with but, blake kind of wanted to open with song number six because it’s about aria’s sister. “ which made sense all things considered. she was not only blake’s girlfriend prior to passing away but she was also an original member of the band. so playing that song first just seemed like the right thing to do. “ maybe we could play it second? or as the encore? that could be sick. “ 

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"i didn't want to upset you!" josie's eyebrows rose, her eyes growing wider. that ship had sailed. she opened her mouth to answer his question, crossing her arms over her chest when she was cut off. "why was i in a situation for it to happen? are you blaming me?" josie was in no position to get mad at cooper but she did have a right to be annoyed at him shifting the blame. "he wanted to apologize, cooper. i heard him out for like a minute, and he made a move. it's not my fault. you can't be mad at me for something he did." she jutted out her bottom lip, a pout forming. "i shouldn't have lied to you but i didn't do anything wrong, dude."

" right, right, right ... " words stacked on top of each other, each one growing in frustration. " mostly honest except completely not fucking honest at all. " each word was punctuated as he spoke as an involuntary eye roll followed. " why were you even in a situation for that to happen ? " he questioned her but immediately cut it off. " you know what, fuck it -- great choice.. hope your happy with it. " no chance to reply because did it even matter ? it happened, nothing could change that now.

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josie stuck her bottom lip out, front teeth sinking into it as asher spoke. he had a point — did it matter? she wasn’t used to this — to being interested in someone that everyone else was interested in. she was proud of him, always had been. but josie was used to standing on the sidelines. she’d never thought about how she’d deal with asher while she was on his arm. up until a few minutes ago, she wasn’t even sure it was a possibility between them. “no.” she sighed, eyes meeting asher’s. “i’m happy you’re getting attention — i’m just used to having you to myself. it’s always been me and you, ash. it’s going to take some time to get used to you being such a hotshot. especially if we’re…” she motioned between them, resisting the urge to reach for him again. “you know. feeling things for each other.”

he missed having her close the moment she stepped away from him. his hand dropped and throat cleared to bring himself back into his right mind. clearly he'd lost it somewhere after winning the game. " does it matter? " he questioned, not seeing what the problem would be as long as she was the one celebrating with him. " does it matter if someone is throwing themselves at me if i'm not paying attention to them and you're the one sat in my lap? girls throwing themselves at me kinda comes with the job and it doesn't hurt to look this good doing it. are you going to get jealous at everyone? "

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it took everything in josie not to offer to go backstage with him immediately. to say fuck it to the drinks, the small talk, the banter and just go somewhere quiet with him. in a bar full of drunken patrons, it felt like it’d be an intimate gesture — one that she didn’t want to push onto jace too quickly. he was a rockstar, for god’s sake. the last thing she needed to be was a desperate fangirl right in front of him. “i’m not not a fan. i wouldn’t say i’m a seasoned one, though. i’m here with a friend who would probably die if she knew i was talking to you.” let alone trying to flirt with him. “i know the aforementioned friend isn’t here now, so it looks like i might be a seasoned fan, but…” she watched him take a sip, attentive in a way she didn’t even know was possible. what the hell was going on? “d’you think you’d automatically like me more if i knew all of your songs?” josie sits up straighter as jace turned to face her, ignoring the tingling feeling in her knees as they brush against his. shaking her head, the brunette took a sip of her drink before she spoke. eyes shifted to their legs, tangled together in a way that felt natural despite them just meeting. “nope. believe me, i’d remember you. maybe we just… both have one of those faces. the kind that feels really familiar and like we’ve met a million times despite being strangers — happens all the time, i’m sure.”

“ wouldn’t you like to know? “ he wants to admit that she’s the source of the distraction but he doesn’t want to come off too strong, knowing that would only increase his chance in pushing her away. and he didn’t want to do that. not when he was so hellbent on getting to know her. “ can’t say i know of a song with your name specificity in the lyrics but, i know of a song titled josie. “ a song that he knew very well, considering it was sung by one of his favorite bands. “ maybe i could treat you to a sample of it later? my guitar is backstage after all. “ was inviting her backstage a little too much? it would give him an excuse to do something with his hands because, he knew before long, his after show was going to wear off, and it was going to be replaced with his fidgety self. “ that’s what you were trying to do? well, by all means, you can get the next round if you want. “ jace smirks, finally taking a seat on the bar stool next to her. the tips of his fingers drum against the counter top, head bopping to the music blaring over the loudspeakers. “ you’re just now following our instagram? ouch — and here i though you were a seasoned fan. “ he teases lightly, smiling a quick thanks to the bartender as they deliver their drinks, his long fingers wrapping around the cold glass, lifting it up to his lips so he could take a sip. “ funny, i was about to say the same thing. “ dark hues flick over to her, fingertips mindlessly tapping against the side of his glass, feeling the warmth from the alcohol in his cheeks. “ sadly, i’m not from around here. i’m from massachusetts, cambridge to be exact. “ he lifts his glass again, taking another sip, a longer one this time before he sets it back down on the counter, turning slightly so he could face her completely. “ have you ever been there before? maybe we crossed paths if you had. “ 

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"anything i want?" she grinned back, catching his lips against hers in a slow, long series of kisses. they'd been standing in their kitchen, josie pressed against the kitchen counter as she ran her digits under the hem of warren's shirt. "not to be extra corny," josie lifted herself on the edge of the counter, legs immediately wrapping around warren to bring him closer. "but i already have everything i want. but i'm so down to find some expensive shit for us to buy if it'll make you happy, baby."

"we'll see if you grow a third eye in a few years." warren grins. he didn't care what she did. warren always thought it was hot. he was easy for her. he's a little hazy from the weed he smoked earlier, movements a little slow but he nuzzles her cheek and laughs because if he thinks too hard about her words he'll cry. she's so sweet. and his. "yeah and get you everything you want too." warren murmurs. "can give us that life we always imagined. anything you want, jos."

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“i’m in your veins? that’s so sweet.” she grinned, smile only widening as the weed hit her system. josie didn’t do this often — imagining her future with somebody. usually, when she thought of what she’d be like when she was old and gray, she was by herself. no one there to be responsible for her memory except josie. “don’t worry, i’m already forgetful about the little things — my brain is just subconsciously making room for all the space you’re going to take up.”

a　single　brow　raised　as　he　looked　over　at　the　bronze　beauty　.　with　a　brief　shake　of　his　head　,　his　arm　extended　outward　as　if　asking　for　the　joint　.　“　quite　positive　you’re　in　my　veins　,　so　yeah　.　i’m　sure　i　won’t　forget　you　.　”　a　small　smile　grew　on　his　face　as　he　listened　to　the　femme　.　“　don’t　worry　i　won’t　let　you　forget　me　even　when　you　are　old　&　forgetful　.　”

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"the big deal is that my mom was going to this one. she already doesn't support that i'm a professional pothead—" she used air quotes around her mom's words, letting out a frustrated sigh. "i just thought if she met you, and saw how well i'm doing, she'd take me seriously."

this starter is: open to anyone. muse: dylan cohen, nfl player. please read my guidelines before interaction.

''i don't understand what the big deal is. i've missed events before, including your and my own birthday. chill out.''

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as the pads of his digits grazed against her skin, josie found herself grinning up at the blonde. she naturally gravitated towards him, constantly in his orbit whenever they were together. they could be a room full of people and josie would still find herself drawn to him. “who are you again?” she matched his head tilt, fluttering her lashes at him. josie reached for him, thumb brushing along asher’s jaw gently. “you’re my favorite person ever — of course i pay extra attention to you. don't let it go to your head, ash.”

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asher chuckled, his hand lazily draping over the back of the couch, fingers just brushing josie’s shoulder. "oh, so now i'm just 'anyone' to you?" he teased, raising an eyebrow as his smirk deepened. "ten years, jo, and you still won't admit that maybe—just maybe—you pay a little extra attention to me." he tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of challenge in his tone. "not that i'm complaining, of course."

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josie let out a soft pffft, blowing her hair out of her face. “me? i don’t get jealous — that’d be ridiculous.”

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josie was thrilled with the fact that the pair made it — a whole year without telling anyone about it. when she presented the idea a year ago, the brunette wasn’t even that worried about her family finding out. at first, she wanted to keep it a secret because she thought her parents would be upset that she eloped with someone she barely knew. as time went on, it was less about the fear and more about the fun. pretending to be roommates was thrilling. a handful of their friends suspected they were hooking up, but no one knew the whole truth. “i’m open to ideas. i was thinking… we could take a romantic weekend trip. have a romantic dinner, maybe stay at an overpriced hotel — one where they give us robes.” josie grinned, gazing up at her wife. “we can do anything, though. as long as we spend it together.”

closed starter: @bittcrsuite muse: Harlow Reid, 26, songwriter, pansexual/panromantic. plot via wishlist: (x)

They were slowly inching toward their first wedding anniversary and honestly? Harlow almost couldn't believe it. They had gotten married on a drunken whim nearly 365 days ago, but the last year had been extremely fulfilling. When the marriage had first happened, they had discussed an annulment but ended up agreeing to go with the flow. However, keeping it a secret from everyone was a struggle. Hiding their belongings when people would visit, or trying to be silent during phone calls with family and friends. They were sneaking around despite being legally bound. "What should we do for our first anniversary?" She finds herself asking them once she finds them in their shared apartment. "I had a few ideas, but I want to know what you were thinking also."