who's your daddy?

✉️ – a hurt note

✉️ – a caring note

✉️ – a goodbye note

✉️ – a note written as a reminder

✉️ – a hateful note

✉️ – a sad note

✉️ – a cheerful note

✉️ – a worried note

✉️ – a note of condolences

✉️ – an angry note

✉️ – a frightened note

✉️ – a thank you note

things you said over the phone

things you said with the tv on mute 

things you said when you were proud

things you said under your breath

things you said with sorrow between your fists

things you said when you were lost

things you said when our world began to crumble

things you said with too many days between us

things you didn’t say at all

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said you’ll never forget

things you said with clammy hands 

things you said when fear cut deep

things you said while a fever stole your mind

things you said with rage between your teeth

things you were afraid to say

things you said when no one else was around

things you said when the sun was shining

things you said with blooming bruises and stinging cuts

things you said when we were safe

things you said without thinking

things you said that kept me grounded

things you said you loved about me

things you said you hated about me

things you said when you lied

things you said with scraped knees 

things you said with tears in your eyes

things you said while holding my hand 

things you said in the car

things you said under the stars

things you said at my grave

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said on the porch at 3 am

things you said in a gas station parking lot 

things you said in a hotel room

things you said in the waiting room

things you said while you stroked my hair

things you said that made me feel loved

things you said when i was crying

things you said while i cried in your arms 

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said in your sleep

things you said when you kissed me goodnight

things you said after a nightmare

things you said before death snatched you

things you said that i wish you hadn’t

things you said when it ended

things you said when you met my friends

things you said when we first met

mischa is known for being terrifying, a modern mafia medusa reducing men three times her size to ash and rubble, but the second someone brought up candy, the ravenette was bright pink and hiding her face in her hands, reduced to stutters and stammers over a girl with a butterfly tramp stamp who wore skirts from the little girl’s section as crop tops. “RIGHT!? and she thought she looked UGLY in that one! i – IVY. do not tell anyone i said this, but of all the money and riches we stole, i think the biggest prize was her. i would have — i’d trade it all for her, but sshshshshshhh….our secret, da?” her voice had the juvenile animation and dramatics of a girl at a 7th grade sleepover. that’s what this was. a sleepover. this was striker’s house but for ivy? she would brave it. 

you deserve to be happy. mischa took a long swig from her bottle. i deserve nothing, she wanted to say. my father is dead because of me and i’m a useless alcoholic who hurts everyone who makes the stupid mistake to care about me. but she couldn’t say that so she smiled and laughed. “more vodka!” the mafia princess mirrored comically, throwing her vodka into ivy’s wine glass with red faced gusto and such strength that it was a miracle that the glass clink hadn’t turned out like the titantic and the iceberg. with a little hiccup, mischa put her head on ivy’s shoulder, grinning radiantly stupidly, carelessly, poking ivy on the cheek with her matte black acryllic. “your turn. show me your ‘ jacob ‘.  i would like to see the cute butt you said was very smackable. go on. share with class.”

“ugly?! only pretty girls, i swear.” she laughed out, a real laugh. she was starting to let her guard down around the other woman. “you know? they’re always convinced they’re not as truly beautiful as they actually really are.” she then looked at the other. her eyes were soft and she put a hand over her heart. “that is…  the most precious thing i’ve ever heard in my life. who would’ve known you were a romantic?!” she truly is endeared by the other. a scary mafia princess was sitting here, gushing over a girl. it was… incredible. this was her life now and she didn’t know what to make of it. but she liked it. she really did.

“mischa!” she laughed out, surprised her glass didn’t break with the force of the other. “cheers, i suppose.” she took another big gulp, and then nodded. “that’s right. you’ve never seen him!” she pulled her phone out, going into her photos, and finding the album. “he really was one of the most handsome men alive, and i’m only a little bias. we’d been together since high school and we just… i remembered the first time i ever saw him.” she tapped on a picture of the two of them, and her heart ached in her chest. “this is him.” she showed the other, sighing sadly. “i miss him so much, misch…” tears prick at her eyes but she blinks them back.

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

✺  ╱  MY MUSE PROTECTING YOURS FROM A SLEAZE AT THE CLUB.

     ── jace never knows what to do with himself alone at a club. everyone always crowds in to vie for a dance or a drink, neither of which he particularly cares for, and so often he just finds himself floating, scanning the crowd for something or someone of INTEREST. places such as these are too crowded for his taste, the wrong sort of chaos, and usually he’ll excuse himself after a few minutes of mingling for something better. that night, however, he isn’t so aimless ; keeping his chin craned up to look over the crowd, like holding his head above the water of a flood, he searches for mischa.

it’s meant to be a surprise. it’s been a few weeks since he’s seen her last, after chasing some whim off and following that impulse for LONGER than intended. upon finding his way back to familiarity, he’d set himself to the bratva house, boris greeting him with a curious sort of expression about him that jace has never been able to read— either the man wants him dead or had an odd sort of affection for him. maybe both. regardless, he’d somewhat hesitantly informed jace as to where mischa had vanished for the evening, sending him off towards the club. he’s uncertain whether his sudden, unexpected appearance will be welcomed or feel to be an ambush, though it’s too late to change his mind. he’s already seen her across the space.

“oh my god. she’s so pretty!” ivy laughed out, nudging misha’s side, a smile on her face. “you really did hit the jackpot with that one, babe.” her words slur slightly and she takes another sip from her bottle of wine. she didn’t even bother with glasses when she was with mischa. because she knew that first of all, she wouldn’t judge her, but also, she had to be able to keep up. and she never would if she used something like a glass. really, she should stick to hard alcohol, but the last time she did that she ended up making a lot of… regrettable decisions. so she stuck to wine. “i’m really happy you’re happy, you know? you deserve it. you deserve to be happy.” okay, so maybe she was a little bit more than just tipsy. she was definitely boardering on being genuinely drunk. “i wish you could’ve met jacob, you know? i think you would’ve really liked him. you, me, candy, him. a double date!” she laughed out, shaking her head, a sadness creeping up into her heart. “more wine!” she turned to grab the bottle, chugging quite a bit of it. ah, much better.

you deserve to be happy. mischa took a long swig from her bottle. i deserve nothing, she wanted to say. my father is dead because of me and i’m a useless alcoholic who hurts everyone who makes the stupid mistake to care about me. but she couldn’t say that so she smiled and laughed. “more vodka!” the mafia princess mirrored comically, throwing her vodka into ivy’s wine glass with red faced gusto and such strength that it was a miracle that the glass clink hadn’t turned out like the titantic and the iceberg. with a little hiccup, mischa put her head on ivy’s shoulder, grinning radiantly stupidly, carelessly, poking ivy on the cheek with her matte black acryllic. “your turn. show me your ‘ jacob ‘.  i would like to see the cute butt you said was very smackable. go on. share with class.”