FAKE / NICE !

she looks at you like the morning, you know you're gonna be hungry when you get home her lips make the cherries and the berries and the apples look pale; she could ask anything you would do anything no matter what you would obey and she turns every room into a dance floor, she turns and she sways and she spins and you stand still like a statue and you can't take your eyes off her skin

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francesca sinclair + urban dictionary definitions ( oo2/?? )

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retroqrades·:

❛  ✯      —      𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   :   @francvscas .

          it’s the immediate sting of the alcohol against his bloody nose that caused max to hiss. another odd fight   —   unsurprising, but he prided himself on the fact that the other guy looked a whole lot worse than he did now. still, frankie had taken it upon herself to  ‘ clean him up ’  because apparently the sight of him was a whole lot worse than how he felt.   “ i could’ve just done this myself, you know, ”   he grumbled to the smaller girl, finding that the protectiveness was rather uncalled for. he knew how to take care of himself, after all, even if he did not particularly show it.   “ no need to get your hands dirty. ”

       HIS HISSING CAUSED A CARING SHUSH to escape her lips, as if it was a mom cleaning their crying child's wound. francesca was quite aware of the fact that he could do it by himself, that her help was nothing but an inconvenience to max, but even that knowledge wasn't enough to stop her to aid him. " i know, " she mumbled, placing a hand under his chin to stop him from moving as her eyes focused on the bloody nose. " i'll be quick. i promise, " she said, softly pressing the cotton on his skin, " well, i promise that if you stop moving and let me do it. don't make me handcuff you. "

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shaughnessys‌:

        𝔁.  HE’S   DONE   GOOD   .   COMMUNICATIONS   WITH   her   have   been   limited   to   none   ,   he’s   successfully   deleted   her   number   &   every   form   he   has   of   reaching   her   .   though   he’s   hovered   in   her   dm’s   a   couple   times   ,   he   hasn’t   sent   a   message   &   for   that   alone   ,   he’s   proud   of   himself   .   but   he’ll   be   the   first   to   admit   that   it’s   sucked   .   it’s   been   horrible   not   having   her   around   ,   her   smile   or   her   laugh   .   it’s   sucked   even   more   because   his   pillows   still   smell   like   her   &   her   perfume   still   lingers   on   his   sweatshirts   –   even   after   washing   .   

he’s   done   his   best   to   keep   his   distance   ,   avoiding   halls   he’d   know   he’d   see   her   &   distancing   himself   from   mutual   friends   .   as   long   as   he   doesn’t   see   her   ,   he’ll   be   fine   &   he   won’t   miss   her   .   he’s   done   a   good   job   of   staying   distracted   with   practice   &   talking   with   professional   coaches   –   it’s   easy   to   forget   about   heartbreak   when   he’s   busy   with   his   future   .   he’s   told   his   frat   brothers   to   not   bother   him   ,   to   let   him   study   in   peace   so   when   there’s   a   knock   on   his   door   –   he’s   already   agitated   .   swinging   it   open   ,   he’s   about   to   swear   at   whoever’s   there   when   he   sees   her   instead   .   jaw   clenching   ,   he   leans   against   the   door   with   his   arms   crossed   .   ‘   hi.   ’   he   replies   .   ‘   what’s   up   ?   ’

        YES, THAT WAS A MISTAKE and she realized the minute her eyes met his. all she wanted was to drop that sad excuse to see him and hug him, kiss him, tell him how sorry she was for acting so childish by throwing coffee at him and ask for them to start again. start again in whichever terms he wanted, because she had discovered that having some of him was better than having none of him. however, she wouldn't. after all these years of their sporadical relationship, the one lesson she learnt was that begging him to stay would only drive him farther away; though she wasn't sure if he could distance himself more than what the both of them have.

        " hi, " she says again, eyes closing and crease forming on between her browns as she proceedsto curse herself mentally. way to keep it cool, francesca. her attention went to her hands, raising sightly and offering the sweatshirt. " i received my clothes from the cleaner and this was at the bottom of the basket. it definitely doesn't belong to me, " she chuckled awkwardly and looked back at him, " i thought you would like it back. " brown eyes lingered on his features a fraction more than she intended to, from his eyes to his lips; causing the brunette to divert her eyes and bite her lower lip. " sorry to bother you, by the way. i’m probably the last person you want to see. " she apologized, mouth scrunching to the side in a pout.

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minniiem‌:

     𝔁.  FOR   A   FEW   SECONDS   ,   SHE   lets   her   lips   purse   .   poor   frankie   ,   such   a   nice   girl   ,   a   good   person   in   a   cruel   &   horrifying   world   .   had   minnie   been   a   better   person   ,   she   wouldn’t   have   used   that   to   her   advantage   –   she   wouldn’t   use   anyone   if   she   were   a   better   person   ,   but   this   world   –   she’d   learned   –   was   kill   or   be   killed   .   she   finally   lets   her   lips   spread   in   a   well   rehearsed   smile   ,   letting   a   giggle   fall   from   a   scarlet   tinted   opening   as   she   laces   fingers   with   the   brunette   .   ‘   frankie   ,   how   many   times   do   i   have   to   tell   you   that   you   can   do   so   much   better   than   him   ? ’   she   sighs   ,   adjusting   her   posture   so   she’s   sitting   up   &   facing   her   .   ‘   seriously   ,   you   could   have   the   world   at   your   feet   ,   so   don’t   waste   another   second   being   upset   over   a   boy   .   what’s   one   thing   you   want   to   do   right   now   ?   let’s   go   do   it   .   ’

            BROWN EYES FELL TO THEIR INTERLACED fingers, biting the inside of her cheek while listening to her friend. Maybe the blonde was right, maybe she did deserve better – but how could she argue with her heart that eagerly desired for him ?? " one more time, please, " she asked, a sad smile faltering on her lips. " i hate that i still want him, " the brunette admitted and sighed loudly, her back falling on the soothing sheets. " i... i just wanted him to love me, " she muttered, eyes closing for a fraction to stop the waterness on them; minnie was right, she had to stop being upset over a boy who most likely wasn't dwelling on their break up like she was. sitting up and fixing her posture, the brunette let out another sigh and smiled. " to be honest, " she started, " anything. please distract me, minnie. "

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adpetens‌:

a burst of laughter sputtered past her lips. “oh my god —“ she brought up her free hand to smack frankie gently on the forehead. “you can’t just say things like that francesca,” her tone was almost scolding, but there was a bit of a giggle in there. she sloshed the contents of the bottle around before bringing it toward her lips and taking a swig of a little more vodka than she’d intended. whoops! “oh, so you think that’s bad? did i ever tell you about the time i —” she let out a tiny hiccup. “the time i —” hiccup. she held her breath for a moment to try to eradicate the contractions and let out a large huff. “i got super drunk at a lambda party and i started getting a teensy weensy bit too close with this one guy,” she took a few more sips of the liquid courage, knowing that was what it’d take for her to get through such an embarrassing story. “and so we sort of hooked up?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to remember all the details. “but, like, out of no where you could hear a faint ‘god, it’s so small’ except that it wasn’t faint… it was loud as heck… and it came from me.” she grimaced at the memory and handed the bottle back to the brunette. “ugh, ugh — i hate myself.”

        ANOTHER POUT FORMED ON FRANCESCA'S LIPS with the gentle slap on her forehead and the seeming scold from stella. " i said i was sorry the minute after i said it !! " she protested, her hands cupping her cheeks and the pout only getting bigger, " that... that still keeps me awake at night sometimes. " stella's question made her eyes widening in interest for the other's anecdote, closening the gap between them to not miss a word. once her intoxicated brain connected the story, another burst of laughter erupted from the brunette accepting the bottle and taking a bigger swig from the clear content. " oh my god, stella, " she exclaimed, her head whiplashing from how hard she was laughing — eyes beginning to water. " that's... that's bad, " she commented, shaking her head but with the last comment from the raven haired girl; francesca put the bottle to the side and her arms looped around her frame, head leaning again on the other's shoulders. " don't hate yourself. you are the greatest, " the words slurred but truthful, " he should be the one hating himself for not giving you a good time !! "

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finnwhq‌:

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“Powerful? That’s the last word I’d use to describe myself,” Finn said, his tone a mix of disbelief and honesty. Out of the two of them? Well, he automatically thought she was the powerful one. Francesca was quick-witted, incredibly friendly and just an all around sweet person. That made for hard concoction - more than people truly realised. Shrugging off the attention, he turned to look her square in the eyes. “I think you’re more formidable than you think.” Pacing his drinking, he slowly took another sip from his cup. Turning away, he exhaled loudly. This was what he liked. Cool air hitting his face, good company and being able to sit and take it all in. “Ah,” he said quickly. He couldn’t deny that an oil company rang alarm bells in his mind but he reserved any judgement - Francesca couldn’t help that her granddad owned an oil company. “Oh, so your dad’s not into it? What does he do?” Placing his cup on the step below, he let out a low chuckle. Surprisingly, she could see right through him - even some of his closest friends couldn’t provide the straightforward but true advice he needed to hear. “Baby steps,” he repeated slowly, nodding his head at the same time. In some strange way, it felt as though he could absorb the idea more. “I think you’re right - maybe that’ll help you too when you figure out what venture you want to do.” People often had a habit of giving great advice but not quite taking it - Finn included and he didn’t want Frankie to follow suit. “I reckon you’ll be perfectly fine no matter what happens….and what’s happening on Tuesday? I mean, not much - I think I just picked that day to say because it sounds nice!”

            “  well… you shouldn’t. like, you are not afraid to stand your ground with your opinions and that’s very powerful to me, ” she said. it was no secret that francesca had difficulty to stand her ground — conceding with a smile always being the easy route to the brunette and her sick desire of being well-liked by everyone instead of saying what’s really on her mind — so she admired that on finn alongside so many other traits that the boy had. his choice of word to describe her and his stare caused her eyes to widen, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach taking place. her eyes diverted from his to the empty cup in her hand, her cheeks taking a shade of light pink as a shy smile tugged the corner of her lips. no one had called her that before and to think that someone thought of her like that made her giddy inside — and one thing was sure, that comment would over her thoughts until the next nice thing someone else would say to her. “ thank you, finn,”  she muttered finally, looking back at him with a shy smile; shaking her head slightly so her train of thought would go back to their original conversation. “ he is a lawyer and is part of the city council, ” she replied, head tilting to the side, “ i feel like we are only talking about my family, what about yours ?? what do they do ?? ” her hand reached for his back, moving up and down in a soothing way and she scrunched up her nose with his realization. “ yeah, baby steps. for you and me, ” she chuckled and shook her head once again, “ well, call me an optimist; but i reckon you will be fine as well. and if that’s just it, we can do something on tuesday !! then it will be a nice day !! ” 

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sebastvns‌:

out of all the people who could have been walking by in the exact moment sebastian needed a distraction, frankie was the best person for the job. the brunette instantly put a smile on the boy’s face and even in his darkest moments, she was the light he needed. he allowed his body to relax under her touch as he reached up to lightly squeeze her hand that was holding his arm. a soft chucked escaped from his lips as he looked down at his feet before returning his gaze to frankie’s chocolate brown eyes. “ i would love to go grab coffee with you, frankie.” a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “ the usual place i presume, my lady?” he deepened his voice for a comedic effect as he raised his eyebrows slightly.

      THE BRIGHT SMILE ON HER FACE widens with sebastian's positive answer, her hand softly squeezing his arm. from their first meeting, francesca hoped that the male would be a constant in her life — his boyish charm pulling her in instantly and her heart fluttering a little faster than the usual. though as the years passed, the infatuation subsided and it turned into care. and boy, how much frankie cared for sebastian. the tone he used for his question caused an elated laugh to roll out of her lips, shaking her head softly at his silliness. " you would be correct, my good sir, " she replied with her best imitation of a posh British accent, continuing with the joke. " can we pass by gamma real quick, though ?? " she asked as they walked down the road, " i promise it will be real quick, i just have to change into something cuter than yoga pants. "

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◟ *   imessage    ╱    moe    💚      .

[ 3:26PM ]  : omg omg OMG OH MY GOD

[ 3:26PM ]  : I GOT AN A+ IN TOPOGRAPHY

[ 3:27PM ]  : i was SO scared of this one

[ 3:27PM ]  : so scared to actually entertain the idea to unbutton the top button of my shirt and go talk to the teacher

[ 3:27PM ]  : who would have thought that…

[ 3:28PM ]  : I 👏 GOT 👏 AN 👏 A+ 👏 IN 👏 TOPOGRAPHY 👏

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

sis lani 😛

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

too much by kehlani

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ 2:41PM ]  : ok please be frank

[ 2:41PM ]  : like right now

[ 2:41PM ]  : if suddenly our lives became a horror movie

[ 2:41PM ]  : do you think i’d be the first to get murdered ??

[ 2:42PM ]  : because the cute one is always the one who is murdered first

[ 2:42PM ]  : or the most brutally…..

[ 2:47PM ]  : KALANI I CAN SEE THAT YOU READ THE MESSAGES DON’T IGNORE ME

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

cat dad 🐱🌵

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

s.o.s by jonas brothers

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ 4:18PM ]  : FINN FINN FINN

[ 4:18PM ]  : I’M WITH OUR CHILD

[ 4:18PM ]  : SHE WAS WAITING FOR ME ON CHEER PRACTICE

[ 4:20PM ]  : ( frankie_&_cat.jpg )

[ 4:21PM ]  : SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL LOOK AT HER

[ 4:21PM ]  : WHERE ARE YOU, COME HERE NOW WHILE I STILL HAVE HER ATTENTION

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

baz bear 🐻💗

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

r.e.m by ariana grande 

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ 7:43PM ]  : hey !! where you at ??

[ 7:43PM ]  : because i MIGHT be in your bedroom

[ 7:43PM ]  : with a surprise

[ 7:44PM ]  : because you were kinda snappy today and that’s a no no

[ 7:45PM ]  : the surprise is a picnic in your bedroom

[ 7:45PM ]  : so if you could HURRY UP OR ANSWER ME it would be greatly appreciated or the strawberries will be awful when you get here :-)

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

juni boo 🖤🦋

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

power by little mix

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ 6:47AM ]  : good morning sunshine !!

[ 6:48AM ]  : i have no idea if i’ll see you today

[ 6:48AM ]  : but i hope your day will be as beautiful and fun as you

[ 6:48AM ]  : love you 😘

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

stellar stella ✨

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

never underestimate a girl by vanessa hudgens

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ 1:21AM ]  : how late is too late for a girl’s night ??

[ 1:21AM ]  : please say it is never too late

[ 1:22AM ]  : bc… i might be… outside your window

[ 1:22AM ]  : hi :-)

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cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[vaememes]

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.