#〖ʏᴏᴜ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴛ? 〗— ( Queue. )

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{ @dimtrescu​ | plotted starter. }

THE SILENCE IS UNWELCOMING. SUFFOCATING. she feels like she’s DROWNING ; that she’s going to be swallowed whole. every breath she draws, every step she takes is sheer AGONY. her head throbs, her vision swims, & she’s pretty certain she’s still bleeding HEAVILY from the multitude of gashes left behind from that thing if the blood trickling down her cheek is anything to go by. she knows she’s FUCKED. knows that she’ll wind up forgotten, that she won’t be found. like hannah & beth. she supposes she DESERVES it. had it not been for her, the twins would still be here. that she wouldn’t be down here to begin with. butterfly effect. ❛ oh, god.. ❜ she CHOKES out, digits coiling around the shaft of a shovel she’d managed to find by some random chance. it makes her feel safe. somewhat. though by the SHRIEKS she hears in the distance, it’s only a matter of time before whatever dragged her to the mines returned to finish the job. she was easy PREY. a walking bruise. a liability if there was anyone else traipsing around in the darkness, unaware of the dangers LURKING in the shadows.  she doesn’t know how long she’s been walking in circles for, ducking into rooms the moment she hears that fucking inhuman screech, jumping at the sight of her own shadow. god, emily would be having a field day if she caught the PATHETIC sight of her. covered in her own blood, donning a dusty miner’s coat that just barely covered her bare thighs, a lantern in one hand & an old shovel in the other. yeah, she’s the fucking poster child of perfection.  she’s not going to make it out of here, is she? whatever attempts she makes at pushing forward are FRUITLESS, & yet, she wills herself to press on. perhaps she’ll find an exit SOMEWHERE, or much needed assistance. either or. preferably both, despite how POOR her luck is & has been throughout the night.  just as she rounds a corner down another tunnel, she CATCHES a glimpse of something. she rears her hand back, SWINGS the shovel with all of her might ― not wasting any time at all to even see what she’s trying to hit. she doubts she’ll do much of a DENT, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t at least put up a fight. jessica riley is many things ; a QUITTER isn’t one of them.

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@hdstrng​ | from here.

RETURNING TO MOUNT WASHINGTON is just as shitty the second time around. of course she had been dressed for the occasion; thick jacket, check, cute ass winter boots, check. but by no means did she ENJOY the snow. it was FAR too cold to her liking & all it was good for was curling up by the fire, in someone’s arms. & snowball fights. other than that, she much preferred WARMER temperatures. ❛ i miss the beach. ❜  the lodge feels too far AWAY, farther than she recalls. she hadn’t been back up here since that fateful night. it almost feels like a dream to be back & she’s still UNCERTAIN whether that’s good or bad. she can’t SHAKE the feeling that’s something’s off with each step she takes & a twig SNAPPING in the distance only fuels her thoughts. her head WHIRLS around, eyes trying to follow the noises they hear. whatever it was keeps itself HIDDEN, out of plain sight. she wonders if it’s one of their friends just fucking with them or a deer. ❛ maybe he didn’t to FUCK with us. which - if he’s out here - isn’t FUNNY anymore! ❜

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{ plotted starter for @dimtrescu​​. } SHE’S NEVER REGRETTED MANY things in her life. until now. she realizes her MISTAKE when it’s too late, when she strays further & further away from the castle. she’s in uncharted territory, the silence SMOTHERING her like a blanket, ominous & heavy. she’s not safe. she should turn back while she still can, return to the warmth the castle & its respective mistress had to offer. alas, alcina had left, accompanied by her daughters, the lady’s staff retreating to their chambers or keeping themselves occupied by dusting the shelves & tending to whatever areas of the castle per lady dimitrescu’s request. she’s never visited the village. she’s heard stories, & well, one thing led to another. curiosity KILLED the cat : she was out the doors before she knew it. of course she was aware of the risks, the unpredictability of the CREATURES she heard very little of. she didn’t intend on being gone so long, & at the very least, she could still see the castle from where she stood, as IMPOSING as it was, much like her lady herself.  alcina wouldn’t APPROVE of this ― her reckless, aimless wandering. but, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right? jessica hadn’t kept any secrets from her ; she was an open book, yet neglected to mention her visit to the staff. fortunately, they hadn’t caught her sneaking out – she had remained fairly silent, after all.

she FREEZED as an inhuman howl broke the silence, her neck CRACKING as she swiveled her head. she didn’t have time to even move when claws raked over her face, leaving behind gashes. blood DRIBBLED down her skin, staining the fabric of her top, but the attack didn’t stop there; no. she spun on her heel, making a break for the direction she had come from. she wasn’t QUICK enough, a hand – claw – SEIZING her leg, yanking her down. she grit her teeth as she TASTED blood from when she’d bitten into her tongue after colliding with the COLD ground, blinking to regain her bearings. her head SPUN, the beast’s nails biting into the flesh of her thigh, effectively tearing through the leg of her pants. fuck, fuck, fuck. she was being DRAGGED through the snow, hands blindly grabbing at whatever she could get ahold of. her palm grazed a rock, digits coiling around it before she flung it at the werewolf’s head. much to her SURPRISE, her ankle was released & the supernatural being emitted a low GROWL. bad idea. it leapt at her, arms outstretched, ready to DEVOUR her. she narrowly managed to side - step, its claws once again sinking into her skin, inches below her collarbone. the wounds STUNG, but she steadily disregarded the wetness trickling down her chest & face.  she bolted towards the castle, as fast as her legs could carry her. it was a BLUR how she managed to escape, but even more so when fangs pierced her shoulder, eliciting a yelp from the blonde. everything HURT, how she managed to once again break free from its grasp, she didn’t know. her clothes TATTERED, bare skin exposed here & there, icy air nipping at her, UNRELENTING.  the castle’s gates are within reach, FINALLY. she hopes alcina isn’t back yet, she doesn’t know how she’s going to explain the state she’s in. what she DOES know is that she shouldn’t be alive, she should’ve been that fucking thing’s next meal. she’s feeling rather FAINT as she pushes onwards, trying & failing to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible. she doesn’t want to ATTRACT any attention, not right now.  she staggers through the halls, makes a beeline to her room. as soon as the door shuts, she slumps against her dresser, TREMBLING & blood - stained hands rifling through the drawers until she plucks out a fresh set of clothes. she takes a moment to catch her breath, the reality SINKING in. tears sting the back of her eyes, breathing UNSTEADY, her heart hammering so hard against her ribcage she half - expects it to LEAP out.  it takes a lot of EFFORT to change out of her previous clothes, replacing them with the newer ones. which, is pretty fucking pointless. her wounds are still FRESH, she knows she should clean them, make herself presentable, but the thought doesn’t cross her mind. she’s in the process of working the buttons on her clean shirt when she catches MOVEMENT out of the corner of her eye, her breath catching in her throat. when did alcina enter her room? she hadn’t heard her footsteps.. she FLINCHES, keeps her back to alcina, head bowed, fumbling with the buttons. ❛ ―please don’t. ❜ her voice is UNUSUALLY meek, eyes glued to a blank spot on the wall. 

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❛ i’ll hold your hand the whole way through , don’t worry . ❜

ASHLEY MUST SENSE HER APPREHENSION. jessica supposes she makes it rather EVIDENT by the way her whole body instinctively TENSES the moment they step outside. she spends most, if not all of her time, COOPED up in the comforts of her own home. her friends ― what’s left of them ― manage to coax her into going out every so often. this is merely one of those rare occasions.  she draws in an UNSTEADY breath, failing to COMPREHEND why ashley wants her around. she’s not exactly PLEASANT company, not anymore. she doesn’t fill the silences, any shopping & spa trips have ceased, she’s become a homebody. she used to be someone, & now? now she wasn’t even sure who she was.

❛ thanks, ash. ❜  to those we love prompts. | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

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" so... i've been invited to this party tonight, and i kinda need a plus one. would you... i mean, do you wanna come with me? "

SHE CAN’T HELP BUT SMILE at his question. he was just so SWEET & CONSIDERATE. from his phrasing to the way he seems ALMOST nervous to ask such a thing. ❛ are you asking me on a date, matthew? ❜ her smile WIDENS, eyes glimmering with AMUSEMENT. she doesn’t want to come across as too EAGER, wants to make him work for it at least a little. she loves being CHASED. ❛ i’ll be your plus one, as long as i can pick out our outfits. ❜

first date prompts. | ACCEPTING.

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she isn't one to celebrate holidays, but she's left a small box of gourmet chocolates on jess's bedside table.

GIFTS ONE WASN’T EXPECTING to receive were the best kind & the box of chocolates bedelia left for her are absolutely no EXCEPTION. she doesn’t typically care much for holidays anymore, & yet, still catches herself growing rather excited at the thought of the whole gift-exchanging process. if there’s one thing she EXCELS in, it’s picking out the perfect gift for somebody. she’s already given her remaining friends their respective gifts, the only person that was left was bedelia. she hadn’t gone OVERBOARD ― her psychiatrist never struck her as the type to want something utterly over the top. so she kept it simple. sterling silver earrings, notably plain in design. 

box of chocolate tucked under her arm, jessica pads over to the living room, her free hand holding a small, NEATLY wrapped box. ❛ i got you something for valentine’s day. ❜ she kept the receipt, under the assumption the earrings weren’t to bedelia’s tastes. she plops down directly beside the older blonde, handing her the box. ❛ –thank you for the chocolates, ❜ she adds, retracting her hand once bedelia took her gift. she eyes her expectantly, peeling open her box of chocolates & popping one at random into her mouth. ❛ do you want one? i don’t usually share, so this is a onetime offer. ❜

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OF COURSE THE MOMENT HE informs her of his return, jessica arranges a meet-up as soon as his schedule PERMITS it. she has his birthday gift carefully tucked into her jacket pocket, NEATLY wrapped, a sterling silver oval-shaped locket ( containing two pictures of peter’s family ) on a sterling silver chain. to say she’s ecstatic to see his reaction to her kick - ass present is a SEVERE understatement. there’s even a small card she managed to find by mere LUCK, one she firmly believes will elicit a chuckle from the star - lord.

❛ pete! ❜ a smile BLOSSOMS across her lips as soon as she spots him approaching, & she wastes little time in jogging over to him. it’s been too long since she’s seen him - which was immensely unacceptable. he was FAMILY. ❛ well, are you gonna give your FAVORITE little sister a hug or what? ❜

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“ let’s order in some pizza, huh? ”

SHE’S GRATEFUL HE DOESN’T PRY when she shows up bare - faced : dried tears staining her cheeks. she doesn’t feel like EXPLAINING, just needs COMPANY. he made room for her on the couch on the living room IMMEDIATELY & she wastes little time in plopping down beside him. she doesn’t recognize whatever game he’s playing, she’s never been too FAMILIAR with such things. but, it quickly CAPTURES her attention. & fixing on some game is BETTER than dwelling on the reason she sought him out. she looks over to josh at the question, the proposal to order some much needed COMFORT food. ❛ sure, you’re not one of those hawaiian nuts, are you? ❜ she arches a brow, tugs the blanket draped around her shoulders CLOSER. ❛ can we get some dessert, too? like one of those.. pizza pie things. ❜

words of comfort prompts. | ALWAYS ACCEPTING. 

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" i got you a blanket. "

SHE HADN’T SEEN ANYONE else since being escorted into the rescue helicopter. EXHAUSTION set deep in her bones, yet she wasn’t COMFORTABLE enough to attempt to sleep. she didn’t know where the others were, where michael was. just that she had been the only one they had seen so far, which.. wasn’t REASSURING & it wasn’t long before her ANXIETY reared its ugly head; GNAWING away at her. she couldn’t be the only one. she just couldn’t be.  the officers led her into the police station, GUIDING her into one of the interrogation rooms. surely this could wait, couldn’t it? she NEEDED a hospital; not to play twenty questions. how did you end up in the mines? what did you see? what do you remember? it was hard to PROVIDE responses when she LACKED the answers. her memory was.. FUZZY. she hardly remembered awaking on the mine shaft to begin with.

she had been RELEASED after a couple more unanswered questions, INSTRUCTED to wait to be driven to the hospital. she couldn’t feel the PAIN anymore, which was slightly WORRISOME.  & yet, her sole CONCERN were her friends. if they made it out, too. they had to, right? she was the only one in the mines - she didn’t see anyone else. but, she HEARD something. something that HAUNTED her even now. she JUMPED at the voice, head whirling around to be greeted by josh holding the aforementioned blanket in his hands. he was OKAY; he was ALIVE. ❛ josh..? ❜ she tried to PULL herself to her feet, but her legs weren’t having it & she plopped back down in her chair. ❛ i.. thank you. have you.. seen anyone else? ❜ word of comfort prompts. | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

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8. for our muses to spoon Luke

SHE CAN EASILY STAY like this forever. his arms provide a sense of SAFETY that she’s unfamiliar with, his embrace warm & INVITING, his kisses drowning out the DOUBT that dares to linger in the back of her mind. FEARS of all of this going away in an instant, the inevitability of abandonment. she tries not to DWELL on such things, opts to focus on the present. of their shared happiness. of the evident LOVE in his eyes each time he looks at her. she doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it. she doesn’t think she DESERVES it. she’s scarred ; her ugliness finally matching her appearance. & yet, he STAYS. why? another kiss is pressed to her lips, one she LAZILY returns. he’s always been quite skilled in bringing her back to REALITY. it’s as if he automatically knows she winds up getting LOST in her thoughts. her anxieties. he’s like a light at the end of the tunnel.  ❛ can we stay like this for the rest of the day? we can get something delivered when we’re hungry. ❜ morning after starters. | ACCEPTING.

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“  are you watching me sleep?  ” ( if you want/don’t mind!! )

IT WASN’T OFTEN SHE AWOKE early in the morning, sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, ( rudely ) interrupting her PRECIOUS slumber. eyelids slowly flick open, gaze falling upon the sleeping figure next to her. he looks PEACEFUL, & before she knows it, she catches herself smiling at the mere sight of him. by no means was she a MORNING person, but perhaps there’s an upside to rising before michael, though it isn’t long before his voice PIERCES the stillness of the morning. are you watching me sleep? how did he know? her digits IDLY play with the fabric of the comforter covering the both of them, her free hand tucked under her head. ❛ you were talking in your sleep. ❜ an UTTER lie, which sounds admittedly less embarrassing than OPENLY admitting to that, yes, she was, in fact, watching him sleep. ❛ it woke me up. ❜ morning after starters. | ACCEPTING.

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“kick his ass for me.”

GOING OFF ON A TANGENT wasn’t what she intended, but once she starts talking, it’s IMPOSSIBLE to stop. & after a multitude of alcoholic beverages, it’s too easy for her to LOOSEN up. she doesn’t deliberately DROWN out the other’s words & cut in, it just sorta happens. & one thing leads to another, another round of drinks is ordered per her behest. ❛ boys are just so– IRRITATING. ❜ she slouches lazily against the pool table after taking her turn, idly making a vague motion with her free hand. ❛ i’ll KICK his ass with this stick thing. ❜ her words are slightly slurred, eyes glazed over as she offers a childish grin. ❛ he should be so LUCKY to even be around me, you know?? ❜

five word prompts. | ACCEPTING

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(っ◔◡◔)っ ☆ here is a star for u!! Well done !!! You made it through another day!! Be proud!!

this is so !!! nice thank you so much this week has been off to a rough start so ngl.. i definitely needed this!! you are an absolute sweetheart <3

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💝Robb

special valentine’s day kiss  → 6. on the lips. BEING ABLE TO SPEND THE entire day with robb was all she really could’ve asked for this valentine’s day, even if they hadn’t done much aside from exchange gifts & order in. she wasn’t MATERIALISTIC – all she wanted was a quiet night in, bathed in atmospheric mood lighting, curled into her boyfriend’s chest. & of course, he accommodated to her desires, lighting candles around the room. she was an absolute ROMANTIC at heart & he was ticking all the right boxes in her book.

she ran a bath for the both of them to share in the evening, going as far as dropping a bath bomb into the lukewarm water. she watched the bomb disintegrate into a variety of colors before lowering herself into the tub, leaning back into robb as soon as he joined her. ❛ thanks for making my valentine’s day so SPECIAL, prince charming. ❜ she turned, just slightly, & lifted her hand, cupping the man’s cheek. with a smile, she turned his head to make him face her, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

special valentine’s day kiss. | ACCEPTING!

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“you’re such an idiot.” Percy

SHE’S TRYING ( & FAILING ) to mask her amusement. ❛ so, what did you do this time? ❜ there’s a hint of humor laced in her tone, hands steadying themselves as she rolls the sleeve of his shirt further up his arm, revealing the gash marring his skin. she doesn’t exactly ENJOY the sight of blood, but percy sought her out for a reason & she’s not about to let him DOWN now. but, she’s not about to TEASE him any less just because he’s injured. ❛ –stay still, dummy. ❜ she rifles through the med - kit that’s been set on the table, fishing out a small box containing pads of gauze. she tears open the box with ease, plucking out one package. she casts her eyes towards percy, searching for any signs of DISCOMFORT before applying the gauze to the wound to cease the bleeding. 

❛ go wash your arm & then i’ll put a band - aid on it. i think there’s one big enough in here.. ❜ call my muse an idiot / tend to their wounds meme. | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

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{ plotted starter for @deathlesshorror. } RACCOON CITY ― A PLACE WHERE dreams quickly became nightmares. the streets were practically IMPOSSIBLE to maneuver once pandemonium broke out, HORRIFIED civilians pushing & shoving their way through the crowd. countless innocents met their end at the hands ― teeth, really ― of those UNFORTUNATE enough to become one of those things. the crowd DISPERSED, leaving jessica on her lonesome. she lacked the means to PROTECT herself ; no weapons, no shelter, no combat knowledge―nothing. 

her legs ACHED, as did her lungs. she felt as though she ran a mile, creating much needed DISTANCE between herself & the undead. she ducked into a seemingly abandoned shop, keeping her footsteps as SILENT as she could manage. the shelves were tipped over & from the looks of it, the place had already been picked clean. that was fast. the sound of gunfire in the distance drew her attention from the VACANT store, eyes frantically scanning over her surroundings. there was absolutely nothing she could use. she was fucked. she supposed it was inevitable, that she’d only gotten LUCKY to break free from all the chaos that ensued in the streets. the doors swung open, revealing a bruenette that looked about a few years older than she was. she had a gun! oh, jessica hoped the stranger was one of the good guys. ❛ shit―please don’t shoot. ❜