#8ullseye

Maren had listened to enough gospel radio, snuck into enough Sunday morning sermons to know that what they did wasn't right. And it definitely wasn't holy under the eyes of any known god. She'd seen the phrase God gave his hardest trials to his toughest soldiers on truck stop mugs and hats in the Bible belt--Hell, even on shot glasses--but it had never made sense to her. Why did He, this omnipotent figure think a mere toddler comparable to a trained militia? How cruel was this God that he made a child withstand so many trials? Or perhaps how weak?

"I dunno." She shrugs, sniffling a waves of tears away. She refused to cry in front of Jessie tonight. Maren was tired of crying, sick and tired of being sad and feeling hopeless all the time. For once, she wanted to feel something else. With Jessie, she often did. But sometimes love wasn't cathartic enough and the binding knots in her soul needed more. She wanted to be angry, to be hateful and cruel as God was to her. And yet her heart was too soft to be angry at anyone but herself.

words  that  pierced  like  a  knife  spoken  the  first  time  only  drive  deeper  upon  repeating.  thoughts  race  in  his  mind  trying  to  make  sense  out  of  what  was  happening.  over  this?  arguments  and  fights  few  and  far  between,  but  when  one  does  occur  it's  completely  destructive?  his  eyes  search  jessie's  face,  for  clarification,  for  explanation,  for  something  that  reads  that  she  doesn't  mean  what  she  says.  at  least  regrets  it,  though  doubtful  considering  the  words  have  left  her  lips  twice.

positive vives for @8ullseye

right off the bat when you first followed my chad on your jeremy i was a little apprehensive in following as i am not too keen on tvd fandom for a variety of reasons, but i saw you were moots with some of my friends so i pressed the follow ! i am so glad i did ! it's been an absolute pleasure to follow you across your various blogs. your style is simple yet elegant and i will forever be in awe of it. now specifically for jessie, i am blown away by the amount of lore. i love how you took a disney character put her in a shredder and put her back together the way you wanted. ( this the best way i could explain it lksajdalksdj ) all the little sprinkles of her roots are amazing and i love how you have weaved it all together and brought it to life. you have made her your own creation well keeping undertones in there, and thats like super neat.

@8ullseye : ❝ call it what you want to. ❞

"that's never really been my strong suit." the look on his face was serious, almost a level of concern etching into it as he spoke. this wasn't a task that he could take lightly, but the risk of getting it wrong wasn't one that he wanted to get too close to if he could help it. some people took this very seriously. "i mean, there are the cliche names. simba, socks, milo." hand gestured to the cat that they'd pulled over to rescue from the side of the road. "but maybe those are boring. what about people names? bob. derek. trevor?"

Muscles tense, he'd been backed into a corner here, both literally and figuratively, and rather intense look on Jessie's face tells him he wasn't going to be able to get out of it unscathed.

❝ Never ❞ A little blunt but but of the many things she could call him right now dishonest wouldn't be one of them, Now, for damage control. ❝ Look, I didn't want you to worry, and I know how you are, you a worry a lot ❞

𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. / Accepting!

" will you still love me if i go to jail ? " she's been furiously texting on the edge of jessie's bed, intermittent groans & exclamations culminating with the question she doesn't really expect an answer to. chloe had been complaining to her about her landlord & his insane decision to jack up her rent at the worst possible time. needless to say, the blonde's been thinking of ways to use her freshly done nails to poke the man's eyes out for being so inconsiderate to one of the people she loves most in the world. unfortunately, she's all bark & no bite. not that kind of bite, at least. she makes a mental note to keep trying to wear chloe's pride down so that she lets her help with the money, but for now, she tosses her phone aside, a louder, frustrated groan pouring out of her. it's just moments later that jessie's comforting touch is replaced by a kiss to bare skin, just by her tank top stripe, a welcomed distraction from the feeling of powerlessness that's just been instilled into her. she melts gradually, with every gentle peck, head instinctively tilting to the side with a sigh as jessie's mouth finds the side of her neck. " you just can't let me have a murderous fantasy in peace, can you ? "

Every glimpse of the healing tattoo he'd had in the prior days pales in comparison to this moment. "My name looks so fuckin' hot on you, baby." Trent's the farthest he'll ever be from her, at the foot of the bed plus one step back to see her laid out for him, all exposed skin with a scatter of freckles across her shoulders, hair fanned out, the cut of her lingerie, a barely-there scant thing that won't ever not turn him on. He's fully hard, helped on by his hand that immediately gravitated to his dick when she'd pressed into the mattress, presented herself like she'd do anything he'd ask. When his gaze catches back on the tattoo, he's transfixed. "Jess, you should see yourself right now." He exhales, voice low, dragged through the gravel.

“Don’t say that.” She murmurs. “Or else I’ll have to start followin’ you everywhere. And I mean, everywhere."