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“If you can’t forgive and forget, pick one.”
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i think that in the end they would get back to being best friends bc i cant imagine going through that and not having my best friend to lean on
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Well... I’m liking your confidence
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Happy Six Sentence Saturday, hope you’re doing well! This week could I please possibly request an irrational fear and how they acquired it? Perhaps Matt as I’ve been missing him! Hope you had a brilliant day, and that this week will treat you well! :)
“I know,” Jess said, her voice strained as she turned away from the nurse, “It’s stupid and it’s dumb and it’s babyish - oh my God, you made it through everything that happened in the mines and you can’t even look at a needle, but - ”
Matt didn’t let her get any further before he interrupted, waving dismissively as he said, “Hey, you don’t need to explain anything to me, no judgment here, Jess;” still, he could see it hadn’t done a whole lot of good just by the look on her face. Once they’d gotten the draw they needed, the nurse left, leaving him and Jess alone in the room again, and when the beeps and boops of the hospital’s machinery became too much, he cleared his throat, admitting, “I’m, uh, the same way with frogs.”
Slowly - oh, so slowly - Jess turned to him, her face contorted with perfect confusion as she repeated, “...frogs.”
“Yeah, they’re like...their skin...and have you ever seen one of those videos where like, they have all their babies on their backs, and just...blech,” he shuddered, resisting the urge to gag until Jess laughed and he was helpless to join in.
“Then I guess it was a good thing we didn’t run into anything as gross as a frog out there the other night, huh?” Jess asked, her smile bright despite the bruising on her face.
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OT3 Random number generator: Sam/Chris/Jess
“Do you guys think that it’s true, what they say?”
Jess rolled her eyes and opted not to say anything, instead shoving her hands that much deeper into her pockets as she crunched through the snow; if Sam had any sort of common sense, then she’d do the same, but...
“What exactly do they say, Chris?” she asked instead, proving not only that she didn’t have half a brain in her head but also that she was a sucker for punishment, because anyone who was anyone knew that she’d walked headfirst into what was sure to be an extremely stupid joke.
And Chris, it seemed, intended to prove that idea: “That blonds have more fun, duh.”
“Ooh yeah,” Jess said, her breath turning the air in front of her into a great, billowing cloud as the three of them tromped through the snowy underbrush, huddled tightly together for warmth, “Because I’m having the time of my freaking life here with you guys!” Under her breath, she muttered a few more choice opinions about blonds and how much fun they did or did not have, and made a mental note to thank the others up and down for volunteering the three of them, of all people, to find more wood for the bonfire.
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hello!! could i maybe ask for any UD couple and #67 on the prompt list, please? :P
If anyone had asked him in that moment what he was thinking, Mike wouldn’t have been able to answer - he just wouldn’t’ve, not with the heat of the lodge mixing with the cold sweat slicking his face, not with the angry pulse in his hand where his fingers were missing throbbing in time with his panicked heart - all he knew was one moment a ranger was helping him into the rescue copter and the next Jess was in his arms, small and cold but solid and gripping onto him with a strength he couldn’t have expected from her on the best of days. He probably said something stupid (he’d put his money on that much, at least), something like “Jessica?!” or “The fuck?!” or “Holy shitballs!” or something equally eloquent, but that too was lost on him, because the second he saw her blink up at him, awake and aware and alive, he was kissing her, his arms around her waist and something hot welling in his eyes despite how cold the fucking helicopter was.
It was only after a beat that he realized she was wrapped in an emergency blanket, and when he pulled away to search her face he saw the rest: the swelling, the bruising, the bleeding, the darkened patches where frostbite had begun to take hold. “Shit, Jess,” he said, barely loud enough to be heard over the engine, his voice feeling like a glut of tabasco in his throat, “I’m sorry, shit, are you - ”
She brought her hands up behind his head to pull him back to her, kissing him with a desperation they had only joked about on their stroll to the goddamn guest cabin; her hands were so fucking cold at the nape of his neck, but something about that seemed to soothe some of the red-hot ache in his bones so he didn’t fight it, instead simply kissing her back with everything in him.
Jess broke the kiss for only a moment, and he could almost taste her tears in the air as she sobbed against him, saying over and over again like a prayer, “You came for me, I knew you would...you came for me.”