#╰» 「 ✞ 」 𝗶𝗰.┊inside she was on fire; crashing & burning

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@bitchheroine continued from here

Jessica couldn't hold back the smile, retribution against some douchebags never sounded like a bad time. If she was being honest, she could find some sort of satisfaction in Meg's antics. Fire, however, was still a bit of a sore subject for her. But this? Controlled exposure to the phobia that had developed with her death -- maybe it was time to give that a whirl. Not that she was about to admit that fear to her companion... as though not voicing it would keep the knowledge hidden. The flinching and increased heart rate would surely not give her away.

"Alright. How are we going to figure out which assholes need their cars tourched?"

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an embarrassed smile followed jen's outburst. ❝ sorry, that was super insensitive. i know you've been freaked out about all of this. anyone would be. yeah, it's dead. i can leave if that would make you feel more comfortable to get out of here. or i can walk you out. ❞

shapeshifters didn't seem to be very social from everything she had read, so jess is fairly confident she doesn't have anything left to worry about. she planned to stick around for a little while anyway. make sure the deaths stopped. plus, she was running a bit low on cash and would probably have an easier time finding a quick job here.

it was the most tense forty-five minutes of her entire life. her skin crawled, she could feel every tiny motion in her body. from the pulse between her toes to the bubble in her throat. twenty minutes in and her cuticles had been picked raw.

she hated silence, but what she hated more was the droning buzz of the fluorescent tubes overhead. every second that ticked over felt longer than the last, she wasn't used to sitting so still. sure her day to day wasn't exactly filled to the brim with excitement, but this was torture.

" jesus fuck! " Jen nigh leapt from her skin when the silence was cut with Jessica's voice. " wha-what happened? did you ... is it dead? "

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@unbearablyindifferent liked for a lyrical starter; from my mess of a spotify be warned

❝ i think we both know the way that this story ends. ❞

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@bitchheroine liked for a lyrical starter; from my mess of a spotify be warned

❝ i'm hesitant, but i guess i'll dirnk the kool-aid once again. ❞

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@hellsurvivr liked for a lyrical starter; from my mess of a spotify be warned

❝ that's how you know you fucked up. ❞

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@ruinedmyself liked for a lyrical starter; from my mess of a spotify be warned

❝ rather be the hunter than the prey. ❞

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@hellgiven liked for a lyrical starter; from my mess of a spotify be warned

❝ i didn't mean to make you mad... i don't like when you're upset. ❞

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@pantslessoptimism liked for a starter in the main verse

❝ i stay away from wendigos myself, but, i heard this story about a guy that killed five of them in one night. apparently, he fashioned homemade huge firecrackers and used them to stun the things enough to give him time to douse them. ❞ ingenuity was interesting and she was pretty impressed by the story. however, the first time she had read up on wendigos after hearing another hunter mention them, she had decided rather quickly that she would never hunt one herself. fire was the more effective way to kill them. jess had completely avoided any cases where people mysteriously went missing in the deep woods. no way could she sit through burning another living thing alive, not after going through it herself. ❝ i think it just really showcases how obsessed men are with exploding and destroying things, because who else is thinking about trying to toss a firecracker into a wendigo? ❞

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@unbearablyindifferent gets a starter because i said so

she didn't want to push sarah hard enough on jeffrey for her friend to tell her to get lost. as it stood, sarah was the only person she had in her newly resurrected life that she trusted. ❝ okay, i'll stop. for now. just promise you'll call me when you're ready to go all goodbye earl on his sorry ass. preferably before he lays a finger on you.❞

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@righteousmandownunder liked for a starter in the stanford verse

❝ has he contacted you since he came to stanford? i've tried to nudge him toward it. ❞ sam wasn't as rigid on the rare occasions when he talked about his brother, more sad. jessica assumed there was more of a yearning there to reunite with him over their father, but she hadn't been able to figure out anything that had happened between him and his family... and with what little he was willing to share about a glaringly apparent traumatic childhood, she was going to guarded with dean until he proved she didn't need to be. ❝ he's done so well here, but he won't admit it. you should be proud of him. ❞

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@unbearablyindifferent liked for starter in the post series verse

always game to enjoy the early afternoon sun at sarah's house, jessica took a sip of her drink before really letting herself settle in to let the warm rays soak in. it always had a calming effect on her and perhaps that was fueled more by nostalgia than the vitamin d. ❝ so are we going to a pride together? we can enjoy ourselves and smash in the heads of any homophobes that make the mistake of showing up. ❞

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multiple hunters swarming the place innervated the blonde, but also made her feel incredibly dumb. if the other woman hadn't found her, jessica would have sentenced herself to a second death. she's embarrassed, but sonny's kind smile and demeanor do wonders to put her at ease. after all, she's not had a genuine moment with anyone since her mysterious resurrection and she wasn't aware of how badly she was craving connection with someone that could understand her... not until a taste of it was dangled in front of her. the urge to ask if any of the hunters around her knew sam was strong and the question almost bubbled out of her mouth before she thought better of it. her paranoid dreams and thoughts warned her not to trust anyone. kind of came with the territory of getting murdered by your boyfriend's demon-possessed best friend.

the blood and gore was still something jessica was not used to. a slight crinkle of her nose accompanied her gaze at the hand held out to her as a result, but she pushed it back and shook the woman's hand. she considered using the alias she created her first night alive with sonny, but ultimately decided if she did let herself find an ally within another hunter she should not start it off with a lie. jessica was a common enough name, anyway, right? ❝  i'm jess. ❞ an irrepressible spark of hope flashed within her blue eyes at the mention of a safe house. in the few weeks she'd been back, jessica's only been sleeping on church pews and secluded corners of public libraries. ❝  i wouldn't want to impose -- i'm sorry if i made any of this harder for you all. i'm new to all of this. but i'm sure that's painfully obvious. ❞

“we'll  know  when  we're  done  once  we  get  the  clear.”  sonny  spoke  as  she  stood  in  defense  mode  as  brown  hues  glanced  around  as  her  fellow  hunters  scanned  for  any  other  vamp  that  could  possibly  be  hiding  in  any  corner.  taking  down  a  nest  was  never  a  simple  task.  they  all  always  came  back  bloody.  ironic.

but  the  moment  they  got  the  clear,  sonny  relaxed  before  looking  at  the  blonde  with  curious  eyes  and  a  kind  smile,  “i  guess  we  could  call  what  happened  a  fun  introduction.  i'm  sonny.  hope  you  don't  mind  a  bloody  hand.”  the  huntress  attempted  with  a  light  hearted  laugh  as  she  extended  her  hand  out  to  the  other.  wasn't  the  cleanest,  but  politeness  was  bashed  into  her  skull.  “we're  gonna  be  heading  to  my  safehouse  if  you  want  to  join  us?”

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@lcngdays liked for a starter in the jess is a monster verse

the shit eating grin hadn't left her lips, despite the demon being trapped and at the mercy of isiah. a mixture of never wanting to give off any sense of vulnerability, the act of pleading long beaten out of them, and the misguided confidence of still being able to find their way out of the devil's trap. ❝ what if i'm the only thing keeping this girl alive? who knows what i've been up to with her body. kicking me out means her blood will be on your hands. ❞

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she's looking at pictures of sternum tattoos because she wants one real bad.

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@realmyths continued from here

❝ it's fine. you're right. i guess knowing the loopholes is a good thing. it's just -- annoying that nothing is straightforward. ❞ no decision came without risk and she worried about choosing the wrong path even though there wasn't a right one. maybe with present company's far greater ability to pick things apart... jessica could make an informed decision. daxa could break enough cracks in one side of the fence that the other side was jess's best course of action.

❝ anyone ever tell you you'd make a great lawyer? ❞

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one corner of her lips turned up in an appreciative smile when he agreed to drop it for now. something about buck was that he was good at respecting boundaries, but she didn't know how much longer she deserved grace in that regard. he had every reason to be upset with her secrecy, hell she had spent a lot of her time at stanford pissed whenever sam shut down her questions about his past. it made her feel like he didn't trust her to share it and now she knew that trusting her really had nothing to do with it. and jess wasn't even fully convinced that she wanted to run away from hunting now as she sat across from her boyfriend. sam had been trying to escape so locking it up was imperative to help him move on.

❝ you really think they'd put your girlfriend at your fire station? i'm sure there's some kind of rule about that. ❞ most workplaces didn't allow the hiring of people you knew and frowned upon personal relationships between employees. if she was a paramedic, there wouldn't be any kind of supervisor type of conflict of interest, but still. though, she had to imagine none of the other stations in la were quite like the 118... and everyone already knew of her. they had been nice enough, apart from eddie diaz. he was courteous enough to her face, but something about his tone and body language suggested he really didn't like her much.

❝ i don't know. i guess i'd have to see how i am around fire... i've been in one before and -- i've been trying to work on not being afraid of it since. ❞ she had been able to start the standard salt and burn tactic for getting rid of ghosts, though she preferred to do it when she didn't have to watch their souls burn into nothing. other things like wendigos? she doubted she would ever try to hunt them. something about burning another creature alive, even an evil one, would never set right with her. maybe being open about her history with fire with a few white lies might give buck some comfort in knowing she was willing to open up to him.

it was clear to buck that jess was hiding something from him. it was also clear that she had no intention of telling him exactly what that secret was. it was hard, being with her and seeing her come home injured all the time and not having any way to know what was causing the injuries or how to stop it. if it was another person, the firefighter would happily find them and knock a little sense into them. but this seemed like something more than that. wouldn't jess have told him if she had some sort of vindictive ex who was upset she had moved on to someone else? maybe not, given how guarded she seemed to be about her past, but he hoped she would one day bring down the wall she held around herself.

he could tell she was trying to change the subject. it was obvious she didn't want to speak about her past or what was going on currently any more, and he supposed he could humor her for the time being. he didn't exactly want to get into a fight over her whereabouts; she was a grown adult, and buck was not a controlling person who needed to know where his girlfriend was at all times. he trusted her not to hurt him and to come to him if she did ever need his help. so for now, they could table the discussion and talk about future potential careers instead.

"fine. you can tell me about this messy past of yours some other time, when you aren't nursing a black eye." if there would ever be a time that would happen. "if you really want to try something new, why not come join the fire department? if you don't want to be a firefighter, you could always study to be a paramedic. maybe you can even get on at the 118. wouldn't it be cool if we could spend even more time together at work?"