#sof....

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone

allie 🩷 (note, lucy did not put the heart there-- that's all allie's doing. she just doesn't want to change it.)

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

truth be told, she doesn't do the personalized ringtones mostly because her phone's on silent or vibrate most of the time.

how often our muses text

i do think allie sends lucy a lot of messages just because she sees things that remind her of him. it makes endless meetings a little better.

what our muses normally text about

allie sends him rocks and things she sees that remind her of him. lucy usually responds in the affirmative. there are also plans for meeting for lunch and things like that.

our muses’ last few texts

@fiercelywinged whispered: ❝   To me, you’re heaven.  ❞

MEME

{ ♪ } -- She felt and even heard the blood rushing to her ears to color them red. The hue spread across her face and down her neck. It only took a moment before the warmth that had flooded her chest caused her to smile, gently pulling at her cardigan in a shy gesture. Looking up at Keigo through her lashes, she took a moment before she spoke.

"You're the symphony in my heart."

Was it kinda cheesy? Yeah, and she knew it... But it didn't change how she felt. Bella smiled wider, fighting off a surge of giggles. Hands moved to grip his and she let herself laugh once.

She smiled, placing her hand over Nia's. Her smile widened as she continued. Her friend was important to her, after all. The redhead needed her to know that she was there... that she cared.

"I do it all because I love you!"

TARGET   :   GREENLEAF   ,   RICHARD   ...   ❝ i was a bit worried about you … ❞

         MAYBE   DICKIE’S   CONCERN   SHOULDN’T   SURPRISE   HER    ---   she is nothing but glass and poorly controlled impulse   ,   she disappears into dangerous places. shit   ,   a bad hit to the head could end her for good. still   ,   a dusting of pink touches her cheeks at his words   ,   momentary shock painting over her features before melting into a soft smile. gloved hand reaches out   ,   finds and lightly pats his cheek in such a gentle way she scarcely believes the gesture came from her own   ,   scarred hands.

     ❝   aw   ,   c’mon   ---   you know nothing’s got the balls to take me down   ,   dickie.   ❞

@brcinwcsh​ asked: Shinso holds out a messily wrapped box, looking away with a blush on his cheeks "I, uh.. Haven't done Christmas in a long time, but.. I wanted to get you something." Inside was a couple of hero-based movies (that he h o p e d Izuku didn't already own), a small bag of all-might and U.A related buttons, as well as a custom one that says {My 'Deku' means 'I can do it!'}

He wasn’t going to cry, he wasn’t going to cry, he wasn’t going to cry...

He’s crying. Bawling by the time he sees the custom button, blurry eyes scanning over the phrase over and over and over again, feeling his heart pound in his chest. 

Ever since he’s come to U.A., his life seemed to have gotten so much better. One hand’s fingers curled softly around the button, as if shielding it from everything else, before he carefully put everything else aside (all things he loved, too- of which the buttons he planned on smothering all over his mustard-yellow backpack) and pulled Shinso into a near bone-crushing hug. For a minute, he just cried, but eventually when he caught his breath he pulled away from the other with a bright smile on his face, cheeks red and warm and heart continuing to thud loudly in his chest.