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Random Inbox Invasion (I’m such a slow bean, I’m so sorry) || Always Accepting!

Those words cut deep, like a knife through her chest. The familiar ache, one buried so deep within her that it had somehow become a part of her, a piece of her soul and the very core of her heart, resonated once more.

‘Good enough’.

It was hard for the petite girl to ever imagine hearing those words when it came to her, to ever have someone consider her as such. She wasn’t strong enough for her mother, never fun enough for her friends and she’d certainly never be good enough for her father. The one person she knew she could never escape, his criticism cold and hateful, his words and the look in his eyes cementing that fact every time he looked at her. Every time he spoke to her.

Guilt sprang forth within honey brown eyes, an awkward smile stretching across her lips. Her silence combined with the surprise on her features might have made him uncomfortable, she had taken his words out of context and allowed herself to roam down roads best left when alone.

“S-sorry.”

The apology came quick, the words so familiar as bit her lip almost waiting for this far too kind man to lash out at her, to yell, to scold her for doing absolutely nothing. Hands began to tremble but she quickly shifted them behind her back, don’t let him see how messed up you are. Don’t let anyone see.

“Guess I got lost in thought for a moment there,” she fidgeted nervously where she stood, trying to conceal as much as she could behind her usual mask of cheerfulness as finally, the fake smile returned.

Never allow them to see you weak. Never let them see just how much of a fuck-up you truly are.

Send me “Are you drunk?” to hear what my muse tells yours while on a drunken call. / @wiegenlicd / accepting!

👏 : your muse hugging mine

Finding himself wrapped in the woman’s embrace from being caught in the moment, he was unsure of what to do. His eyes frantically looked around for anyone to give him some aid, but alas, there was no one to guide him, so instead, he’d do the same thing.

Slowly, the male’s arms would be found around the other as well, giving a few awkward pats on the back whilst he’s at it.

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* waking up starters. / @wiegenlicd​ / accepting! 

🎵 playing music

There he was —— a sleeping beauty who had his arms tightly wrapped around his pillow followed by a little drool coming from the corner of his mouth. He was sound asleep and was enjoying his dream of a world of frozen yoghurts where chores never existed. And then it stopped. 

The music stirs him from his slumber. He groans in frustration, his face purposely burying itself into the pillow for a bit before moving away and looking up. Who was playing music at this hour? “——I’m tryin’ to sleep here!” Jay yells out loud, grumbling as he moved his arms off the pillow and shoved the covers off his body. 

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