#fckjamie

“Uh… Erin, Remy, Jamie, Neveah, and Becca.”

Pretty boy: 

Happy Valentines day, you weirdo. I may hate the world, but never you. Damn you!

— Jamie.

Send me a 🎼 and I’ll make a playlist for our muses relationship ( platonic or otherwise ):

Jamie and Jonny Playlist

  Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

Forehead or cheek kisses: 

A brow arched in a dubious expression when his friend landed a kiss to his cheek. It wasn’t like Jamie was totally without showing affection but Jonny was used to being the one who started it. “What do you want?” The question was poised with clear amusement in green eyes but he waited, knowing there had to be something they wanted.

Your muse crying about something:

”Woah, hey…Jamie hey…” Jonny crouched down in front of his friend and put his hand on their knee to get their attention. Something had to be really wrong because he rarely saw Jamie get this emotional and it made him ache. Very gently he took his thumb and brushed away the tears on their face. A look of concern wrinkled his forehead but he still offered them a small smile. “C’mon babe. Don’t get all leaky on me, huh?” A gentle tease, an attempt to make them laugh. “What’s going on, Jamie?” He reached up and tucked their hair behind their ear and ended up cupping Jamie’s cheek. “It’s gonna be alright. You can talk to me, just like always. I’m here, okay?”

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[ ✠ ] IT’S THREE IN THE MORNING AND MY MUSE UNEXPECTEDLY ARRIVES AT YOUR MUSE’S HOME.The knock had Jonny squinting into the darkness. He could make out his alarm clock and he mouthed a soft ‘what the fuck’ to himself before he threw back the covers and got up. He didn’t want whoever to potentially wake up ‘Pono by knocking again so he figured he just take care of it. Whoever it was that woke him up could deal with the fact that he was in only a pair of boxes and a tee-shirt. “This better be good,” he mumbled to himself and took a look through the peep hole only to pull back and open the door with a confused question. “Dude, what the fuck? Ever heard of a phone call? It’s like 3am.”

@fckjamie​

  SEND ME 📝 AND MY MUSE WILL REVEAL THEIR THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR MUSE. Their first impression: “Who the hell is this chick? She seems weird…and awesome.”Their current impression: “First impression was pretty accurate. Just replace the pronouns.”What they like the most about your muse: “I like that I can just chill with Jamie. If I told them anything, including if I was feeling like relapsing again, I know they’d just be there for me. I know they’d understand. I like that Jamie just gets me.”What they dislike the most about your muse: “Their lack of worth. Jamie doesn’t seem to think they’re worth a crap and I don’t know where that comes from. I wish they knew just how amazing they were.”What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): “Annoying little sibling from another mother.”A general opinion of their relationship: “They’re not in a relationship that I’m aware of. So I’m good with that?”If applicable, something they wish to reveal: “I missed you like crazy when you were gone.” @alexanderwarrenSEND ME📝 AND MY MUSE WILL REVEAL THEIR THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!” “ S’not that bad,” he argued, as if that made a difference or was even true. He was sporting a fairly large shiner and by the look that Jamie gave him it was worse than he thought. He tired to charm his way out of her scorn with a little grin as if to say ‘look, just kidding! you were right!’ but Jamie had long learned to look past this little trick. “Don’t you give my that smile, Jonathan,” she pushed at his shoulder to send him relaxing back in the chair and slapped an ice pack to his chest. “Put that on your eye,” the DJ demanded and Jonny sighed in defeat. “Jamie...JamJam,” he tired a very old, nostalgic nickname from New York. “Look, I’m not sorry about getting in the fight, but I don’t want to upset you. I didn’t mean to...That guy was a dick, okay? I know he was like, twice my size but hey I got my own blows in.” Jonny sighed again, he knew that Jamie wasn’t in the mood to hear his excuses. She always worried about him, and maybe she had the right to. Jonny did have a tad bit of self destructive tendencies. But she could never stay mad at him long. Not when he was pouting like that with a black eye. “You’re an idiot, Jonny.” She joined him on her couch and leaned her head on his shoulder. Jonny half smiled and wrapped his arm around her. Better already. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot. “

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text           iMessage; Wake the fuck up and come play Poke’Mon with me. I’m lonely and you sleep in for fucking EVER.