#martyrinflames

      “I’m not, I’m not trying to. Alright? And .  .  . I’m sorry.” Jess didn’t deserve to feel the butt-end of their stress, especially when she had nothing to do with it. “I thought you might just, y’know, want space .  .  . away from me?”

“You gotta leave him cause he’ll never leave you and you can’t keep doing this to him Jess. I’m done. Were done. This is it and it’s over.” But even as he says it- he knows it’s not. 

So why does he want to kiss her so badly?

      “I shot God once .  .  . I think there’s something wrong with me.”

@martyrinflames   asked,   ‘   💛   ′   𝐌.     /     send  ‘💛’  for  a  moodboard  about  our  muses’  relationship-  i  wanted  to  portray  a  full  range  of  original  sam/jess  aesthetic  while  being  vague  about  if  the  time  context  was  past  or  present;  i  wanted  it  to  be  able  to  be  seen  either  way.  uhhh  timeless  ✨🍒  i  hope  you  like!  <333

What did I do last year..... He was too drunk to remember. Maybe that’s the issue. Is that what she’s talking about? Is this a not so subtle reminder that he lay off the sauce. Anyway he’s already three eggnogs deep at this point so he shrugs and gives her a hardly convincing “Sure thing blondie” 

But she was. “You sticking around for Christmas then blondie?”

      “Please don’t say that.” It was all he had to offer, unsure of how to speak to the near stranger standing across from him. Whoever they might had been before, they were far from it now and Sam didn’t know at all what to think. “I’m glad you did, alright? I mean, yes, this is .  .  . a lot, but we’ll figure it out.”