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@deadgirlgab

@gabrielleology

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decisions. (non-affiliated self para)

tw: suicide,  self harm, character death

jenga was used to this. the weight. the physical weight. the broken pieces of her psyche wailing and howling inside her. “hello....again.....” the feelings were like her friends. it’s not like she had any friends. 

the picture frames she had tried to fill with pictures of onion so she’d feel less alone stared at her. she had dropped onion off at the shelter a week before. she wasn’t a good cat mom anymore. 

“hey.....aren’t you exhausted?” the voice in her head spoke.

a clammy reply. “i’ve been tired for years.”

the voice is clear and calm. it’s a male voice. 

“don’t you think it might be time?” 

jenga stared more at her empty walls. she never unpacked from moving. it’s been 6 months. 

“do you think i’ll actually get it done this time?”

“only one way to find out.”

the bathtub kicks on. jenga flips the medicine cabinet open and swallows the entirety of the nearest medicine bottle. she doesn’t read the label. it doesn’t matter. 

blood flows from the wrists this time, and not the hips or legs. who does she have to hide from? it’s just her. 

fumbling with the blade package was a chore. maybe jenga was a little scared of what comes after life. 

but it can’t be worse than being alive. not after what she’s learned. a life of loneliness. a life of destruction. a life of hurt. it ends tonight. 

slipping into a hot bath is one of jenga’s favorite things to do. but tonight it’s even more special. she lights some candles while the blood from her wrists fell onto the tile in plops. 

argyle is so pretty. jenga’s painted herself with the razor. she wants to be art. the water was turning pink. 

“finally....?” 

she’s laughing. it’s fun. she’s only ever thought about doing this. 

jenga feels dizzy. the tub is overflowing onto the floor. she doesn’t notice. 

“oh well....? i’m tired....someone else....will clean it up....”

it’s hard to keep her eyes open. the water is bright red.

“finally.” 

jenga got to fall asleep like she always did. like she always wanted to. but this time she’ll never have to burdened with having to open her heavy eyelids ever again. 

the broken heart stopped beating. the broken clock stopped ticking. the girl in the mirror stopped wailing. 

the world is better now.

“goodnight jenga.” 

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ooc.

i know you all have hated me and my characters. i know every single one of you has. so i’m out.

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gabrielleology​:

gabrielle was so used to taking care of herself, it was a rare occurrence for her to make her own food especially whenever she’s on the road. she depends on the health food packs delivered to wherever city she is whenever they’re on tour. now it’s been just way better. let’s just say….ever since she and jenga got together, it’s been made sure that she gets to eat healthy homecooked meals as usual. “fruit snacks and water, or if ya had fruit punch, ya downed it with water, right?” she wasn’t used to looking after someone either. but from the moment that they met, the redhead did change a lot in a good way. “a walk’s good, and i’m proud of you, baby,” she kisses her on the cheek this time, not minding her students watching them. “ya can stick around, if ya like?”

jenga sucked at taking care of herself. “uh....haha...yeah....i had water....” she didn’t have any water that morning. gab was right about the fruit punch though. having gab around was something that she didn’t know she needed. she thought she would just be stuck in the mud forever, barely surviving. gab wouldn’t let that happen. jenga snakes her arms around her wife’s waist. “did those new tiny baby weights come in yet? you haven’t shut up about them for weeks.” she gives the tall woman a squeeze, taking in her familiar musky scent.

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SMS 📲 jenga

monroe: i do need to claim our uhaul cards

monroe: i mean, she and cleo did team up and had a "little talk" with me and avery once....with pans....

jenga: i'll sign yours, gab basically moved in like a week after we met lololol

jenga: i know gab and i watched tangled recently but i didn't know she'd take it to heart

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gabrielleology​:

gabrielle was rushing to get to class this morning after waking up ten minutes late, which is unlikely of her. the lunch that jenga usually prepares whenever her schedule’s packed slipped from her mind, and she remembered it just now the moment she sees the lunch pack in her hands. “oh, dang, thank you, lassie,” she leans down to kiss the brunette on the forehead before taking it. “i do need to eat, my day won’t be complete without yer bento box. yer my lifesaver, ya know?” being with jenga taught gab a lot of things, her normally fast-paced life way slowed down by this girl, in the best way. it made her love and cherish every second of her life. “have you eaten? did you walk coming here?”

jenga would never get tired of gab doting on her. ever. “lassie” was her absolute favorite. she’d legally change her name to it. she feels herself blushing like she always does. jenga had worked a little harder on gab’s bento box today, cutting slices of cucumber into tiny stars. gab’s kiss to her forehead made her feel a surge of warmth through her body. “i had some fruit snacks for breakfast, i thought i’d come take a walk and see you!” jenga turns even redder. “i didn’t drop anything this time!!” 

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SMS 📲 jenga

monroe: i mean, we've already uhauled for more that a year now...

monroe: we were stupid enough not to recognize the *feelings* we have for each other

monroe: cleo and gab can calm their pans down now

jenga: yeah but before you were just roommates you know?

jenga: and now you get your uhaul card

jenga: was gab using our cutlery for no good? do i need to talk with her????

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this was not jenga’s usual people watching. this was jenga’s wife watching. she was always amazing how gab could take a person who could barely even stand up straight after getting bumped over and turn them into a powerhouse. her wife’s command to her students flustered the smaller woman, almost dropping the small lunchbox she was carrying. oh yeah, that’s why she was here. gab forgot her lunch. jenga could honestly watch gab all day, for no good reason. “hehehe....what do you mean can i help you.....” she places a small kiss on the woman’s jawline. “you do need to eat though....”

“if ya continue on hooking yer arm carelessly like that, yer gonna end someone’s career and i promise ya, yer not gonna like it,” gabrielle says as she walks around the ring. it was morning, and she was holding a wrestling class for a teenagers (and some adults) who hope to be making a name of themselves someday. “again,” she crosses her arms, standing in the corner as she watch her pair of students executing the same move again, but now doing it successfully. “now that’s great, good job,” the redhead smiles at them, and suddenly a person just outside the ring has caught her attention, watching her. “i’ll be back, for the mean time. go do ten rounds of roll ups each, go, go!,” she says to them and then gets out of the ring to talk to the person watching them. “can i help ya?”

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SMS 📲 jenga

Monroe: so.....

Monroe: i followed your advice?

jenga: oho....did you

jenga: have you uhauled yet lololol 😎

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monroephile​:

“the cheetos dusted mac n’ cheese might be my fault,” monroe admits with a playful grin. “i’m a regular at that diner, i mean, i used to go to that place a lot, when i was still living alone. i’d bring cheetos with me and order mac n’ cheese on a rough night. they saw what i was doing, got intrigued, tested in, and then….voila, it’s on the diner menu,” she chuckles lightly. “we should really go give ourselves the munchies first.”

“aha....you’re definitely onto something knoxy....” jenga laughs. “gab and i order delivery so often i don’t think we’ve ever been to that diner....or at least i haven’t. that’s sort of sad, isn’t it? maybe we could all go on a double date sometime.” she tries to wiggle her eyebrows but it doesn’t work. “tell you what...since you’re treating so much, i’ll buy juice cans for us so we don’t die of thirst on the rooftop.” 

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monroephile​:

“oh….,” monroe nods, she doesn’t have to worry about the perfect moment. it just comes. she had a feeling it was getting close, knowing she had been contemplating about this for more than a year now, only coming upon the realization lately. “the blood is running in our veins, we cannot. resist. it.” she chuckles lately, shaking her head. it felt good being able to open up about things like this to someone she knows whom she can relate to. “you think so?” jenga being confident in them just brings a giddy feelings to her. “so….mac n’ cheese and milkshake?”

jenga always saw monroe as her little sister, and it was honestly safe to say that her wife gab did as well. a weird fucked up family? her eyes widen again at the mention of food. “absolutely.....how did i not realize they put cheetos on top of the mac and cheese? that’s more than next level. and don’t forget blaaazin’ it. hehehe....we should give ourselves the munchies first....”