#( josie // thread. )

[glcssed]

“  it’s  gone  ,  ”  she  leans  against  the  doorframe  of  their  motel  room  ,  watching  them  sift  through  mounds  of  blankets  in  pursuit  of  a  cellphone  that  she’d  tossed  off  the  nearest  bridge  earlier  that  morning  . “  if  you  need  to  make  a  call  ,  there’s  a  payphone  out  front  .  keep  it  under  thirty  seconds  .  ” 

[thirtecnth]

@lxvenderhxzehv / closed starter / josie reigh setting: benjamin's apartment

"If this tastes disgusting, I'm blaming you for the pressure," Benjamin called, stirring the sauce for his spaghetti. "Just because I lived alone doesn't mean I was ever any good at actual cooking."

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Where: Huntsville Lake who: Josie and Esther (@estherwestfall)

Josie hadn't been paying much attention to where she was going. Was she made her way through the crowd she collided with someone knocking they're food out of their hands "Oh shit! I am so sor-" She locked eyes with her. G's older sister she felt her heart race "Oh, hi Esther...." She paused for a moment "I am...so sorry let me replace that! please! I totally should have been paying more attention!"

[wefxundwonderland]

open to: f mutual or non mutual

connection: they've been dating for a while but your muse have suddenly decided to end it (because they're closeted?)

" why? " josie asked, not able to meet the eye of the woman in front of her. " i thought that we had something good here? why are you ended it? it's the least i deserve to know. "

[damianesco]

x. status -> closed for @dazeddreams x. location -> thrift haven

According to his sisters, thrifting is the new wave of fashion. Or something of the sort. He mostly checks out when they go on and on about fashion, mostly because his attention span simply does not expand as far as theirs, but he does remember something about thrifting and it being ‘the norm’ now.

He’s not very good at fashion. Or shopping. Or most things. Thankfully, he’s not here for himself. He’s here for Clary, his youngest sister, since her birthday and his are so close together they usually exchange gifts on the same day. She’s a lot more into — this than Damian is. It’s become sort of a competition, who can get who the better gift on their birthday. Last year, she’d definitely won, having given him a signed book from his favorite author with a personalized message. This time…well.

Time will tell.

The shop is cozy and not at all his usual vibe; he stands at the entrance like a deer in headlights, having absolutely no idea where to go first. There are clothes and shoes and handbags and all sorts of whimsical items he’s sure Clary would love, but narrowing them down’s probably going to be difficult.

He looks around until he finds someone who looks like they work here, and waves awkwardly. “Hi,” he greets her. “Uhm, I’m shopping for a 23-year-old girl with an odd sense of fashion. Any recommendations?”

[mmm-corn-syrup]

| OPEN ; JOSIE JOLIE |

"Ew...they're making another Stab movie?" Josie sighed. "Yes, I hate them because I blame them for getting my mom killed, but didn't the last one pissed everyone off and have two people go on a ghost face murder spree? Have they learned NOTHING with this stupid franchise. Also profiting of people's trauma? Not cool."

[mantlehold]

starter for: @foolishonewriting based on this ! / for adelaide. the last great american dynasty / taylor swift.

"another party you're going to go to?" dark hues scanned over the blonde's features as she notes she was focused on her phone. josie wasn't much of a party person unlike adelaide but she didn't seem to mind hanging around her, but, josie came from old money and she needed to keep her reputation on the down low.

she adjusts herself in her seat, releasing a well kept sigh from the depths of her throat. "is it, um, fun going to all of those parties?" she needed to be prim and proper; after all, her parents' law firm was one of the best of the best known in town.

[bittcrsuite]

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?"

[writermuses]

Rhett kept his eyes on Josephine as she writhed beneath him, groaning and cursing in that deep drawl as her body gripped him like a vice. His cock pulsed in tandem with hers, spilling into her until their juices were dripping down her legs and onto the bed. "Such a wet mess, Josie." He pulled his cock from her, still semi-hard, tapping it against her clit and moving it through her slick folds, fucking their mess back into her with a groan. "Kinda the point, Bambi." He grinned. "I want you to keep coming back to me because no one- and nothing else can ever get you off again." With a wink, he thrust into her again, bringing her fingers to his lips, "Not even these pretty little fingers will get you off when you think about me, Jo."

continued from here for @missautumn

[sawyermarshall]

who: @dazeddreams

where: AA Meeting

Sawyer plops down onto one of the metal chairs, crossing her leg over the other. It's been a long couple of days, the fight still reeling inside of her head. She leans back, tapping her finger against her knee as she stares up at the front. She must have sat that like that the whole time because she doesn't realize it's over until Josie is in front of her. "Oh, hi." She lifts her eyes up to her. "How long have I been sitting here?"

[hairpintvrns]

starter for: @dazeddreams location: thrift haven / cardinal hill

“Well, what do you think?” Valentine asked, lifting hanger after hanger of old clothes from their dresser. The bed was a riot of fabric—paper doll tops, cutout jumpsuits, printed shirts, sequin skirts. Years of thrifted finds accumulated from countless weekends shopping in Chicago, which they had no real need for, now that they were living in such a sleepy own. These days, their wardrobe was limited to the familiar—a rotation of printed shirts and old denim jeans, some of which were already frayed at the seams—old threads that tethered them to their past life in Manchester.

“Anything here that could work for the thrift shop?” they asked, motioning toward the bed, a hand hovering at the chaotic spread, “I’ve got a few designer handbags I could give, too, but maybe—maybe I could get some money for them?” Their lips tightened, the implicit admission sitting uncomfortably. Hard to admit that they were a bit cash-strapped at the moment, so instead, Valentine rationalized, “I’m doing a little Marie Kondo bit. Decluttering and all that.”

[rorysanderson]

x. status -> closed for @dazeddreams (josie) x. location -> blue violet blooms

It’s been a quiet day, so far — his shift’s over in about an hour, and Maya’s been kind enough to look after Annie until he’s back home. Annie had, of course, been overjoyed at the prospect of spending time with her favorite babysitter, and Rory had simply been relieved his daughter would be spending his five-hour shift doing something other than coloring, or watching movies on his phone. She needs more enrichment than that, he knows. It’s hard, however, when she’s relegated to the back room while Rory works. So today’s a good day, he thinks. For both of them. It’s where his thoughts are when the bell above the door rings, and in walks Josie, someone he’s gotten used to seeing around the shop more often than not. He’d never thought flower shops would have regulars, but he’s learned differently in his time working here. It seems there are people who are simply — givers. Or passionate about flowers. Which he supposes makes sense, considering who his boss is. He offers Josie his usual welcoming smile. “Hi, Josie,” he greets. “Good to see you again. Special occasion?” 

[thirtecnth]

@lxvenderhxzehv / closed event starter / josie reigh setting: minnie's dancehall - the ball

Benjamin wasn't sure if he was surprised or concerned to find Josie at the ball. He knew she wouldn't have wanted to miss it but the day was already so exerting that he was concerned both as a doctor and more importantly, her brother.

"I thought we might be going home after the festival," he said, offering her a weak smile. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Where: The lake

Who: Josie and Nico ( @ambercast)

Josie was enjoying her time at the lake, so much so that she didn't even notice who was next to her. She was in line for one of booth when she saw him "Nico...I um-" she frozen "I'm just going to come back later..."

[archxngxl]

Closed Starter

Any life would be better than the life she had with her father. She had been with Ellis for little over three weeks now, and things have been...strange, to say the least. He had been kind to her, kinder than she expected. The blonde was fed, allowed to do what she wanted, speak to whomever she wished. She was without a doubt not a prisoner of this bargain, despite being tied to the vampire by it.

A loud noise woke Josephine up from her sleep. Her heart leapt into her throat, fear settled into her stomach. She slowly got up from the bed, letting the blanket fall to the side. Ellis had been gone for a while, so perhaps he had returned? Josie made her way to the long hallway, eyes falling on the staircase. She cast her gaze down from the railing, catching a glimpse of a shadow in the living room. "Ellis?" Josie called out, but there was no answer.

The blonde was finally downstairs and upon making a turn, she was met with a rather gruesome sight. Her husband (which was so strange to say) was covered in blood. A gasp escaped her, hands came up to cover her mouth. There was a feeling around him, a dangerous one. He was like a predator just back from the hunt. Despite that, Josie slowly approached him. "Ellis..." As she got closer, she reached a hand out. "A-are you okay?" // @elpida

[saltedair]

closed for @wvsteria ( josie ! )

the most unusual thing that happened to rory gilmore was that she had to deal with paris following her to yale, a lot of small town quirks, and adjusting to another sibling after a lot of years being an only child. otherwise, her life was pretty normal. so when she saw someone across the shop who looked identical to her, she thought maybe it was just one of those weird mirrors or something. but then it wasn't. and being the investigator that she was, rory just had to get to the bottom of it all, so she walked over and spoke, a bit quiet and cautiously, "hello."