* 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 / 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 .

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: 5 seconds of yikes

cherrieshq​:

❝ now that i watched masters of the universe revelation, i’m forever going to hold it against my mom for not using evilyn for my middle name. evelyn? boring, basic, severely overused in comparison. evilyn? badass. bold. chaotic energy, and that’s some queen shit right there. but off topic, in more important matters, i’ve been looking at halloween drink recipes and it’s not even spooky time yet. two weeks ago, i’d have been a mess right now, but with mom and pam helping me out with planning and setup of the wedding? i feel like i have so much additional time on my hands. it’s a little ridiculous. ❞ || @hhhqstarters​

isabelle knows well that she had did on their very first day together, she lied completely and it caused the big rift between james and herself. she had no idea what the week had in store for herself but this is something she didn’t picturing happening at all. this week was supposed to be relaxing and mostly fun but she had no idea that her boyfriend was going to make his appearance for a few days and everything was going to be tossed upside down. she knows she hurt james with her words but when she saw abel’s face on the other side of the screen, she couldn’t but lie out of her mouth. the next few days that her boyfriend was around, they spent it mostly at the hip and she couldn’t help but sneak a few gazes at james when he was with noa. her stomach would just twist and her heart would fill with so much jealousy. not that she had any right to be jealous, she was a woman in her own relationship where she was happy but her heart will always belong to james. their relationship didn’t end on the best of terms as of everything that went down but she always had love for him, she couldn’t picture her life with anyone else, if she was being truthful. belle knew how much this man was going to change her life when they had their first date and though her view was altered with the cheating, she still loved him. being near him but also so far was painful. she missed everything about the man before her. belle’s dark brown eyes looked up to meet james’ while he spoke out, her lips pressed together, swallowing the lump in her throat. “i was just trying to be nice and help you out,” responded the woman once she unreleased her lips from their grasp on each other. her eyes looked down at her shoes before letting out a big sigh, it was better to get this all out before they got back home and it created more tension between the two. “okay, look,” she shook her head, looking back up to him. “i shouldn’t have said what i said to abel and i’m sorry about saying that you are a liar. i had no idea he was coming on this trip at all, it took me by surprise and when you spoke up, i had to cut in and lie. you can me mad at me all you want. i guess we just like hurting each other or something, i don’t know,” shrugged the woman. “but clearly you got someone else to see so.” belle said, wrapping her arms around herself. 

today was abel’s last day in las vegas, it was fun few days with him as they couldn’t do much as they had very busy schedules. his schedule was the reason why he couldn’t say for the rest of the week and had to go back to new york for studio sessions and many other things that his label and managers wanted him to do. the few days had been fun but also it was rough with sharing a penthouse with her ex-boyfriend. especially after their fight they had gotten into before abel had arrived in las vegas. isabelle did feel bad that james was sleeping in the other room and wanted to offer to share the bed with him. they’d slept together before without anything happening, she was sure they’d be able to keep their hands to themselves and be adults about it but with abel’s announcement and james’s mouth, she couldn’t help but twist things around and lie about what was coming out his mouth. they had their fair share of petty moments with one another but belle’s was mostly having her boyfriend there. there was no denying that when seeing with james with noa, she couldn’t help but feel her heart and stomach twist. it’s been years since they’d together but she always loved james, she was never going to stop loving james. although, she was in her own relationship, she couldn’t but feel this jealously spike up in her bones. after kissing abel goodbye in the lobby, the woman’s feet found their way back to the penthouse. entering, she quickly caught eyesight of james and closed the door behind her. the woman didn’t say anything until her eyes seen that he missed one of his buttons near the top. “wait, come here,” said the woman, moving over and placed her hands on his shirt to button up. “it looked sort of off. there you go,” belled hummed, her hands stayed on his chest for a second before stepping back and dropping them to her sides. // @jeezusjamcs​

noa was excited to be in vegas, excited to be attending these events that had been organised for the hidden hills residents. it had been entertaining so far with a little bit of tension involved. the girl had already had a run in with her former best friend, a drink being spilled on her amongst spending time with her friends. she had been avoiding certain people for most of the afternoon. the girl by now had at least four of the delicous cocktails that the bar was serving. she needed it especially after the conversation with olivia. it was just so awkward, full of tension. the girl wished things were different but they weren’t. the girl had just gotten herself another drink and when she was heading back from the bar to the cabana where she was sitting she felt another bumped into her. “not again” she muttered to herself. she knew it wasn’t on purpose but two in a space of an hour or so like come on. the girl looked up to see a dark haired boy. it was james. she had seen him around town but don’t think they had actually met before. noa smiled at him, “hey yeah, i’m okay. its only a drink.” the girl said smiling. “sure that sounds nice” the girl said. “can i help you with your shirt? if i take it now i can probably get the stain out before it ruins the shirt?” noa asked. 

 vegas  was  off  to  a  rocky  start. not  that  he’d  expected  anything  less  after  seeing  the  roommates  list. it  was  one  thing  to  have  loved  and  lost  (  even  by  his  own  hand... self-destruction  had  always  been  his  secret  talent  ),  it  was  something  totally  different  to  be  rooming  with  his  ex  for  the  next  week  -  while  her  boyfriend  was  there. seeing  abel  was  exactly  what  james  needed  to  remind  himself,  he  needed  to  let  go. where  better  to  do  that  in  las  vegas?  the  city  of  sin?  no  one  did  sin  better  than  james  hemmings. when  he  finally  made  it  down  to  the  pool  area,  he  did  his  usual  round  of  hello’s  -  first  stopping  by  nicole,  then  moving  on  to  olivia,  elysian,  and  everyone  else  in-between  before  than  of  course,  spending  some  quality  time  with  ivy. by  the  time  he’d  finished  that,  he  needed  a  drink  (  or  six  )  before  he  could  continue  to  be  his  social  self. his  and  belle’s  argument  weighed  heavily  on  his  mind  -  so  heavy  in  fact,  he  hadn’t  been  paying  attention  to  where  he  was  going  or  his  surroundings. unusual  for  james?  no. safe?  also  no. which  he  came  to  realize  as  he  bumped  into  someone  passing  by. the  jolt  knocked  him  straight  back  into  reality,  ignoring  his  now  soaked  shirt  from  what  he  was  assuming  was  a  drink  to  make  sure  the  woman  he’d  knocked  into  didn’t  fall. after  making  sure  she  was  safely  placed  on  her  feet  -  the  former  boy  band  member  stood  back  and  offered  his  million  dollar  smile  -  eyes  instantly  becoming  apologetic. ❛ i’m... so  sorry  love. are  you  alright? ❜  he  asked,  becoming  all  too  aware  of  the  mess  on  his  shirt  before  his  eyes  fell  back  to  the  gorgeous  dark  haired  beauty  before  him. ❛ can  i  get  you  another  drink?  it’s  only  right  since  i’m  now  wearing  yours. ❜

if there was one thing james knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, it was that he’d always have a soft spot isabelle amor. he dreaded the days he’d have to drop off mateo - but picking him up or seeing belle at the door with their child in his arms brought back a little bit of everything he’d pushed away after things had ended. he shook his head in an attempt to shake his thoughts away while walking up and rapping on his ex’s door. almost out of habit, james shoved his hands into his pockets, pushed a smile on his lips and waited for mateo and isabelle. usually it was easier, but the second the door flew open and the two appeared before him - james went soft. a characteristic only she could bring out of him. “there’s my boy!” he cheered eyeing mateo and holding his arms out. “tell mum to get dressed - we’re doing a little belated birthday brunch and we’ll take her to pick out a present.”

iscbelleamor​:

“so, today i made mateo’s favorite dinner and when i called him to come and eat. this kid of mine, sits down with a big sigh and tells me. ‘i’ve had such a long day today. thanks mum, i’ve needed this.’ i almost choked on my food. like boy, what did you do today that you’re so stressed out and tired? kids are something else sometimes.” // @hhhqstarters​

@jameshemmings: happy birthday to my favorite goddess 😏

Life has proven to be a rather difficult affair lately. My work schedule is light for the next week, and has been for the previous two, which I thought would alleviate stress from me. However, in exchange for work being a cake walk, I got the burden of having a child who cannot handle himself properly thrown at me. For the past eight days Asher has been a walking nightmare. If it weren’t the persistent and repetitive questioning of any and everything (including what I say, and what I tell him) driving me crazy, his determination to destroy all objects in his path certainly would. I am trying with all of my might to remain calm and collected and to understand he’s only 5. That he is understanding the world in a different way than I am, and that I cannot fly off of the handle at all of his insane tendencies. This, however, is exceptionally hard and I have found myself wanting to drink like a fish. Any advice? // @hhhqstarters​