#*test muse

      ‘     𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃. where did you get this shit?     ’      gazing up at her through heavy lidded eyes, frankie lazily passed the blunt back and settled into the calm of his settling high. his body felt numb and buzzed at the same time. a serene smile stretched his lips wide, hands blindly reaching out for her body to bring it closer to his own.     ‘      thank you for saving me from boring small talk with my dad’s colleagues. if one more person asked me why i’m taking a year off from uni, i think i was going to fucking scream.     ’

      𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. jameson was sure that he was either having a nightmare or the universe was playing some sort of sick joke on him and all he could think was ‘i’m too old for this’. he wasn’t aggressive enough to stand up for himself now, but he’d been even more soft spoken in high school and he wasn’t as popular then as he was now. seeing her flooded his memory and left a flavour lingering sour and prominent on his tongue. if asked, he wouldn’t have said he was bullied per se, jameson found himself far too under the radar in high school for that, but she’d most definitely made him think of transferring schools or doing online courses more than once. trying to make himself as small as possible as he looked for an exit from the bar that didn’t involve walking right past him, he’d missed her coming up to him entirely until he felt a hand on his arm and turned to see the bane of his existence standing in front of him.      ‘     what.... are you doing?     ’

      𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 her brow, the down-turned line of her mouth, and embedded itself into her eyes as she waited for a response. for three months, she’d worried of how to tell him or even how to show her face to him again. one night stands were not a normal occurrence in her life. she liked to believe in true love and signs and monogamy, not hooking up with someone that she met in a queue for a bar bathroom. at first, she’d thought this was a punishment for her stupidity, but as the days dragged on and she was stuck with nothing but clay dried to her hands and morning sickness that lasted throughout the day ( what a bullshit name, she’d soon come to think ), poppy realised that this was a sign that she wasn’t supposed to just have benjamin in her life for one night. biting her lip, fingers twisting uncomfortably in front of her slightly swollen abdomen, the dirty blonde gave an unconvincing smile and went on.    ‘    please say something. if you keep staring at me, i think i’ll die of embarrassment. or maybe i should just go. i’m not asking for anything, i just wanted you to know. if you don’t want to do this together, i’m perfectly capable of raising it alone. i just... i felt like it’d be wrong to never let you know.     ’ // @rxdfeeling​

𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙽: uh, you were still dead passed out when i left, but maybe you’re up now 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙽: if you are, i left some tylenol on the bed side table with water because you’ll need it 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙽: also, you changed yourself. don’t think i’m that bold. even if we are going to be married soon...

      ‘      𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄. i really forgot to tell them.       ’      she knew that he tried to avoid his parents at all costs. interactions with them left him feeling inferior and emotionally drained. whenever he had to speak to his mother or father, jameson liked to keep the conversations short and he hadn’t managed in the six months of having ended things with his ex actually mentioning to his parents that their favourite person on the planet would no longer be in their lives. now, he realised that he likely should have brought it up sooner as his ex stood across from him.      ‘     look, in my defense, you could have told them too. it’s not like you didn’t have my mother’s number.     ’ — @leowritings​

      𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎'𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘. he wasn’t adventurous, never toed the line of right and wrong, and he liked to keep anything salacious to himself. unlike his frat friends, he didn’t brag about people that he fucked or the size of his dick and he generally stayed out of the conversation if it turned to such topics. he was nice and wholesome and currently struggling with the feeling of the other on top of him in the crowded room. they were supposed to be celebrating his and his twin sister’s birthday. instead, he could barely join the festivities because he was only focused on how hot the room was and how good it felt to have the love of his life sitting on top of him, though he was still fully aware of the fact that everyone could see them. not what was happening beneath the table, but god, they were in public and he was embarrassed and his hands held their hips in a vain attempt to STOP the fluid motions of them circling above him. he wondered if people could tell. could they read his awkward, tight expression as he sat between his little sister and his best friend with his significant other in his lap that SOMETHING was happening? or did everyone just think that, per usual, he was uncomfortable with all of the attention on him right now?       ‘     what’re you doing? stop.      ’    he mumbled, clearly shameful in the fact that he was enjoying this despite the setting and the crowd of people around them singing ‘happy birthday jameson and amelia’ at the top of their lungs. at least the song was enough to drown out his words. — @nemetontm​

      ‘      𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.      ’      for the past few weeks, jameson had spent his time trying to show riley that this didn’t have to be a constant uphill battle. he struggled to find common interests between them, carve out time for them to get to know each other, and tonight, he’d gone as far as to introduce her to his friends. it’d failed horribly every single time, but this was his last straw. what was the point in trying with someone that never thought they were wrong?        ‘     i’m sure you’re gonna go out now, so if you lose something or you’re locked out, just... call me, i guess, and i’ll let you in.      ’ — @feminince​

      𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 in life: the traditional old english style of lambeth piping and pretty girls. one was more abundant than the other, but the appreciation and subsequent result in him reverting to an unintelligible idiot was all the same. it’d been six weeks in his new apartment and every night, the guy down the hall had to blast his music at random hours of the night. it was disrespectful if nothing else. how did he know it was a guy? purely an assumption based off of the music choice, but either way, frankie had come stomping over in his exhausted and pissed off state, banging his fist against the door so hard that the wood threatened to split, but to his surprise, he was met with the sight of a girl. a beautiful girl. a girl that was so stupidly attractive that it made all of his earlier anger evaporate into nothing and made his mind go blank. his short walk over had been filled with a litany of muttered curses and promises to beat this guy’s ass beacuse didn’t he understand that people in this building had jobs and ran on non-nocturnal schedules, but his weak ass was practically stuttering the second that he saw her.      ‘    uh.... hi. i’m frankie. you’re uh.... we’re neighbours.      ’      — @alcazxr​