a hart full of love

sweet creature running through the garden oh where nothing bothered us but we're still young i always think about you and how we don't speak enough

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ofsophics:

 sophie did her best to keep a straight composed facial expression as her friend pondered over her question, though it was clear from her twinkling green eyes that she too was amused as sophie was. the redhead couldn’t believe how lucky she had gotten in meeting mia, the two clicked instantly after sophie had seen her in the book shop so often and she finally decided to make conversation. the brunette had seemed kind, it was the first impression sophie had gotten of her and then later discovering their mutual love for literature. “oh, good, because I was sort of leaning towards that one as well. I thank you and my sanity thanks you.” a dazzling grin curving sophie’s lips as, “i’ll tell you how good it turns out.” she added before turning her own green eyes over to mia when she wanted the favor in return. “thats a tough choice, on one hand we are adults but as books lovers personally i’d get all of them. they’re on sale right? who knows in a few days they might get expensive again. we don’t have to be that responsible.” sophie said jestingly. “rather we are doing the responsible thing at grabbing them at a better bargain.” 

there were few people that mia got along with as easily as sophie. between their softer dispositions and their mutual love of reading, it was almost easy to believe the joke that they were long lost sisters- if not for sophie’s vibrantly red hair. mia always enjoyed it when the other girl made it into the shop. it certainly helped to break up the monotony that could sometimes beset the small shop. “well then, i’m glad that i picked that one. your sanity is preserved. at least, for now,” she giggled as she straightened items around the cash register. “definitely do that. i just might have to steal it from you, after all.” it was one of the unspoken benefits of having friends who loved reading; you could always read their books when they were done with them. mia watched sophie, a grin lifting the corners of ehr lips as her friend methodically considered the question. “indeed,” she smirked, “now you see my predicament! it’s hard to ignore a good sale.” after sohpie reached her decision, mia couldn’t help but to laugh. “well, when you put it like that, it would be almost irresponsible not to buy them now!”

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y'all i have been stuck at the car dealership for almost four hours now and i... am ready to die at this point

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qoldcn:

       seeing as he was somewhat a busy man, he never really got to put much about it—the whole soulmate ordeal—much less, actually verbalise his thoughts and share them with another person who showed an equal interest in the subject; nevertheless, it was always there in the back of his mind, just waiting to be dug out and explored further. “they could be a psychologist too. who knows, right? they might even be evaluating your emotions now, amelia hart.” he quirked an inquisitive brow at her. “i might need to see an otolaryngologist, because i think i heard you say, not just cute, but also charming.” he teased, nudging her with his elbow softly. 

it suddenly struck mia that, as much time as she had spent considering her soulmate’s emotions, she had never given much thought as to what they might think of her. “well gosh,” she laughed, “if that’s the case, i imagine their notebook is much more extensive than my own.” mia’s arms swung out beside her as they walked together, heart full of happiness at this moment. talking with nicolas was... surprisingly easy. “i see that we’re showing off our knowledge of medical terminology right now,” she joked back, but mostly to take away from the way that her face lit up in response to his comment. “i simply have no recollection of that, so maybe you do need... whatever doctor you just mentioned.” his elbow brushed against her forearm and despite the layer of clothing between them, mia could feel the warmth of his skin. it left her distracted, and for a moment she didn’t even realize that they had reached their destination- as always, the crashing of the waves brought her back from her own thoughts. “i promised you a beautiful place to watch the sunset,” she grinned. it was still a bit early in the day for that, but mia couldn’t resist showing him one of her favorite spots on the island.

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bvsshq:

a look of disdain crossed his face, unable to properly judge the situation.“so you’re admitting i’m gross?” his feelings were quickly replaced as he placed his hand on his hip and popped it to the side, “you think i’m cute?” he said with a satisfied grin. the simple things entertained him at this point. he would simply focus on the words that interested him, the context meant nothing at this point.  “you sure you’re okay with it?” he asked, sliding from his chair. usually he’d do a good job of judging her face, but in this state he wanted her reassurance. “ we can always give you liquid courage for some intrepidity” he trailed off for a few seconds, “well either that or i can make kathy close her eyes and we can pretend like we’re the only ones here.” his eyes grew wide as he lead her towards the old, battered machine. “how will i know” he replied, matter of factly. “that was the rule, we either sing how will i know or you will be asking yourself ‘how will i go’?” he bit his lip to catch himself from laughing at his own poor joke. 

he was seemingly tumbling through emotions at this point, and mia wondered if she ought to get him a water. “you know that you’re cute,” she shook her head, though there was still a very fond smile on her face as she said it. “for you? i’m okay with making a bit of a fool of myself. and it doesn’t hurt that there are only, like, to other people here.” he offered her a drink, but mia waved it off. she had gotten drunk the other night and was not looking to relive the hangover quite yet. besides that, someone needed to be the responsible one and make sure that he was taken care of. “i think that kathy will be alright,” she giggled. “and what’s karaoke without at least one person actually llistening.” his word play caught mia by surprise ( she wouldn’t have assumed that he was up for it in his current drunken state ) and she began to laugh. “you are truly something else, seb.” she followed him toward the little stage area, silently thankful that this bar seemed to be far enough out of the way that nobody she knew would have to hear her.

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qoldcn:

       “it’s not silly at all,” he started, taking a breath. “it’s honestly admirable—genius even. i’m kind of jealous i haven’t thought of it first.” he too was fascinated with his soulmate. just the thought of having someone out there who was meant for you. no matter that it sounded like some fantasy romantic comedy, it was a wonder. “oh? you can feel your soulmate too? that’s cool. i can feel mine too. though, sometimes i find it difficult to actually differentiate my feelings from theirs. it does certainly help that my soulmate is always happy.” whoever his soulmate was, he appreciated their presence, their happiness made him feel happy especially during the dark phase in his life. they were the ones who truly patched him up. “well, if it’s any help i’m here now—you know? like her pediatrician, so uhm? i’ll be here to help i guess.” he rambled awkwardly, before managing to calm down and regain his composure. “definitely a small world.”

mia beamed, green eyes alight. of the few people that she had told about her system, none had ever seemed to think positively of it before him. it had either been considered romantic and frivolous or strange. certainly never genius. “that’s- wow, thanks,” she felt a blush color her cheeks as she looked up at him. “i can- and thank goodness, because i think they pretty much gave me the calm i needed to make it through my finals last year.” she was joking, but she also meant it when she said that her soulmate had helped her get through. when her dad had left and she had needed to uproot her whole life, mia had relied on the happiness that they had been feeling. “i sometimes struggle with that, too. i guess the way that i can tell is that, whoever they are, their emotions feel a bit more... controlled than my own? i’ve always wondered if maybe they were a teacher.” suddenly, mia realized that she was talking about her soulmate on their first date- that probably wasn’t in the how-to guides. oops. but then he started to ramble and mia felt a thrill of nerves and excitement running through her. it made her heart beat a bit faster to realize that he was, perhaps, as nervous around her as she felt around him. “that definitely helps. and lizzie liked you, which is a bit rare with her. but then, it’s also rare that we get cute, charming doctors around here who don’t talk to her like she’s a little kid.”

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flowerhalliwell:

@hartisms !

The cold air that filled the bookstore was a refreshing change to the humidity outside, a side effect of the previous day’s rain. Rory’s fingers danced across the spines of books as she made her way to counter, the books begging her silently to buy them all. “Hi Mia!” Resting her elbows on the counter top, she beamed at the brunette, who she tended to bother with never - ending questions. “I’m mostly here to hang out, but since you’re working, I’ve come in with an excuse to bother you. I’m looking for a book that says ‘Hi, we’ve been neighbors for a few months, but lets take this light tension to the next level’. I feel like a Jane Austen or a Harry Potter would be a good bet.”

mia had spent most of the afternoon shelving new offers ( it had been a fairly slow day ) when she heard the bell ding to signify a new customer. with a book in her hand, she headed back to the counter to greet them. chestnut strands of hair fell from the bun that she had long haphazardly tucked her hair into, but the light in her eyes would have never suggested anything but energy. “rory!” mia exclaimed in delight. besides being one of her best customers, rory was also one of mia’s dearest friends. mia reached the counter and grinned fondly at the waifish blonde. “i’m also here mostly to hang out,” she giggled in response. “but since i am working, i am more than happy to be bothered.” mia considered her question with a wry smile; it was such a rory question to ask that she couldn’t help but be amused by it. “well, i think it depends on what kind of light tension you’re hoping to enhance,” she answered. “austen is my bet, as it can have the dual meanings of ‘we’re going to get along well and maybe even fall in love’ and ‘small towns are full of gossip so i might just double-cross you to raise my own social standing.’ what better way to raise the tension?”

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ofjemmcs:

“yes, but it didn’t nearly as sweet as it did now. you know my standards, mia.” the brunette says with a mock stern looking before she lets out another soft laugh. the joking aside, she was genuinely happy to see mia let loose even for a little while after seeing her so constantly stressed with her responsibility between school and the devotion she gave her younger sister, no one deserved to have fun more than mia did and its also why jemma never refused mia whenever she wanted to go out and get tanked for a night. and mia sure did have loose lips when she was tipsy. the interior designer was happy for mia and she wanted nothing more than for mia to find a guy who was deserving of her and nothing less. someone who had a big heart like mia deserves a partner who’d appreciate it that and knows how lucky he is to have someone who was always so caring for people she didn’t even know. “is she okay now?” concern marring jemma’s features as she listened on. “good, he better because if he’s anything less you’d best believe i’ll hunt him down. so you guys just clicked huh? I’m glad lets hope he doesn’t disappoint and since you seem to really like him, I hope he turns out to be everything your looking for. so when is this date?” jemma gives mia one of her rare smiles she reserved for people she held dear. 

“you’re making fun of me,” mia observed with a pout. still, it didn’t take more than a minute before the smile found its way back to her lips. she couldn’t stay mad at jemma for long, even when she was only pretending. “she’s okay,” mia nodded, her brow furrowing at the memory of her injury. “she was playing, trying to climb trees. i stopped paying attention for five minutes- you know how it is with kids? she ended up falling and got a few sprains. she’s got two casts now, which she’s actually strangely excited about. only kids can see a set of casts as being a grand new adventure.” she shook her head, as if doing so could force the memories from her mind. “i know you will. but i would like to believe that you won’t have to.” it wasn’t exactly a secret that mia was an eternal optimist. she always wanted to believe that people were good, and that they would do right by her. “at the very least, i think that he could be a really nice new friend,” she shrugged with an easy grin. “well, i’m not entirely positive that it is- a date, you know? i think it is. he asked me to show him around on sunday. but that could just be because he’s new and wants to know the area. but i think it’s a date, at least. either way, it’s going to be fun.”

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ofsophics:

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“very critical question, so i need you to give it a good long thought before answering, okay?” sophie asked the brunette in front of her, putting on her best serious face she could muster as she pulled out two different book titles. the right hand held a book that appeared to be a mystery novel set in the victorian era and in the left hand she held a gothic horror novel. “which one do you think looks the most interesting…choose carefully because next week will depend on my life and my sanity with whichever one i end up with.” trying hard to bite back a smile that so badly wanted to appear. sophie fixed her green orbs on mia as she waited for her to respond. the two were sitting at the bookstore her friend worked in. her favorite part of this place besides the fact that her friend work there was the comfy chairs that were placed in the center section of the shop.

mia put on her most serious face as she regarded sophie. one petite hand stroked thoughtfully ( and dramatically ) at her chin as she considered the question that had been posed to her. “that’s a tough one,” she mused. “and considering that the life and sanity of one of my best friends is on the line. but i knew that something like this could happen when i entered the high-stakes world book sales. but... if i were to choose, i think i would go with the victorian mystery.” mia grinned, the kind of grin that spread across her entire face and lit up her emerald eyes. she relaxed into her little armchair, fingers brushing idly against the hem of her sundress as she waited for sophie’s reaction. “equally important question: i’ve currently got, like, seven books set aside to buy when i can. should i wait to get them over a period of time like a resposible adult or say to hell with it and get them all now?”

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fckisak:

“lyrics. lyrics to a song i’m writing and recording. it’s because of some agreement i made with my boss, he wants to see my potential.” he said, remembering how work went yesterday. “so do i. it’s beautifully peaceful. it’s a perfect place to relax.”

“that’s very cool. what kind of song will it be?” though mia loved listening to music, she knew very little about the creation of it. it was a fascinating concept, to be able to create something from nothing and let that creation reach others. “a perfect place to get in touch with your music. i’m not distracting you too much, am i? i wouldn’t want to keep you from your potential.”

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newbcginnings:

“ah, but you’re just as important as those three things.” winston pointed out, ashing his cigar. “what do you do relax?” he asked, interested to see how the girl entertains herself and maybe a few of her interests, too. but he was also interested in knowing the other activities he could find himself doing on the island, maybe something that could get him out of his comfort zone - even if the things that make him more comfortable are more dangerous. “i like a good party. spent most of my time in london or new york, so i’m used to them.” he explained. the man chuckled at her response, slightly fond. “answered that quickly, didn’t you? might be naughtier than you let on.” he smirked, teasing the woman. he liked her blush, what could he say?

“as important, perhaps, but not quite as time-sensitive,” she pointed out with a wry smile. “bills have to be paid and sibling have to be driven to school.” he asked about her interests and mia rested her chin on her palm as she thought. “it depends on the day,” the girl shrugged. “i love reading, which works out well since i spend most of my time in a bookstore. hiking is fun, especially in this area. there are some amazing rock formations that you can climb if you’ve got the nerve and the stamina. anything involving the beach. i love the ocean. art, music, yoga, biking, all the simple things.” she had never been to a big city, so she couldn’t help but to feel curious. “so what did you do for fun in london and new york?” mia felt her blush deepening, green eyes growing wider at his words. “i don’t know about that,” she grinned as she dragged her fingers through the edges of her hair; it had always been a habit of hers when she was  shy. “it would definitely be as much of a surprise to me as to you.”

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HEADCANON QUESTIONS:

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?

✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?

✋: Is your muse left or right handed?

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?

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anessence:

archie appreciates the other’s response, it’s kind, he figures other’s wouldn’t be so for taking up their valuable time with pointless ramblings. a smile touches his lips then, he always likes meeting other’s who harbour a similar adoration for their family members. “you’re close to her? how old is she?” he’ll enquire then, choosing to ask her about her own life, and shine less of a light on his own. in all honesty, archie tried not to talk about himself, nor his feelings. mostly because he didn’t want to seem as though his head was stuck up his behind, or that he really thought he mattered all that much. he didn’t. “oh, well. work mainly. honestly, whilst london is an amazing place to be, busy and vibrant..there’s a lot of people there that i started to wish i could avoid, and what a better way than to move a thousand or so miles away, right?” 

mia could probably talk about her sister all day. out of every person that she had ever met, nobody had carved out a spot of her heart in quite the same way that lizzie had. “she’s my life,” mia answered genuinely, a smile on her lips. “she’s eleven- which means that in the past year, she’s shot up nearly a foot in height and decided that she wants to spend every spare minute exploring. what about your nephew?” family had always been the most important thing in mia’s world. with her absentee parents, it had fallen to her to step up and raise lizzie. though it had been a daunting ( and exhausting ) process, mia wouldn’t have given it up for anything. “work can be tricky like that. what is it that you do, if you don’t mind my asking?” she laughed at his next words. “you’ve definitely got a point there,” she admitted with a grin.

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jxdeism:

JUDE: i need a drink

JUDE: stat

MIA: why do all conversations start like this with you?????????

MIA: you’re lucky that you’re cute tbh or i would Report you for being a Bad Influence

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ofjemmcs:

“you know maybe it’s not so bad having you so tipsy all the time. I mean gosh with all these compliments my heart is about swell.” she said with a rather amused smirked curving her lips. jemma tucked the strangers of her hair behind her ear, her gaze flickered overing to the bartender who surprisingly was still making discreet glances in their direction. though it was hard to tell at who he was looking because of the angle they were sitting at. jemma then moved her gaze back to mia. her expression now showing interest as mia herself perked up when she began speaking of a boy she’d met. though it was obvious from the way her eyes lit up that her young friend was taken with whoever this guy was. “cute doctor? darling, that’s everyone’s speed. how exciting now that you mention he’s gorgeous i’m curious to see what he looks like. “ jemma’s protective side kicked in just as quickly as her interest. “he’s a gentlemen right?”

“pshhhh, i compliment you while sober,” while it was technically  true, jemma was right that drinking did tend to bring out a more complimentary side to her. she had often joked that she was the drunk girl in the bathroom telling other girls how beautiful they were and how much they deserved from the world. she didn’t mind, of course- mia had long since decided that she would rather be kind than anything else, so the fact that she continued to fulfill this mantra even when under the influence of alcohol made her happy. jemma’s response to her comments made mia smile; she wasn’t usually one to talk about boys ( likely because she wasn’t usually one to have them ) so the opportunity to dish to her friend was something that mia appreciated. “i am definitely a fan of cute doctors, as far as things go,” mia nodded as she took another sip of her drink. jemma’s concerns touched mia; it had been a long time since she had felt like she had someone looking out for her. “he is. we met at the hospital- lizzie fell from a tree and he helped patch her up. lizzie actually likes him, which is kind of huge. he’s new, so he asked me if i would show him around. it was just... really easy to talk with him, you know? i’m not usually all that good at talking to people. cute guys, particularly. but he was just... nice,” she finished lamely.

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newbcginnings:

“too many distractions.” he spoke simply and surely. and in a way, it was true. for one, there were too many people he knew, enough connections to unintentionally become involved in something like rivaling druglord drama. but, it was also long overdue for him to have a truly peaceful vacation of his own. hearing the other laugh endeared winston a bit, smirking slightly more in response. furrowing his eyebrows, he listened attentively to the other, nodding every once in a while. “ah. why’s that?” he asked, curious to see if she knew something he didn’t.

he took another puff from his cigar, he realized she didn’t have a cigar or drink of his own and signaled down one of the resort staff to come over. “damn, excuse me. you’d like a smoke or a drink?” he asked, pulling out his wallet, waiting to give the staff the card once they came.

“i can understand that.” it was a common enough reason for a person to seek out the peace of captiva. the island just seemed to move a bit slower than the rest of the world. a city like miami must have been the opposite, moving even faster than regular cities. he asked about her habits and mia shrugged, her smile turning slightly shy. “i can’t say that there’ one specific reason,” she admitted with a light blush. “i’ve never been great at parties- i’m awkward, you know? and i’ve barely got time to myself with school, work, and taking care of my little sister. it’s just... not exactly my scene. what about you?” she looked to him in surprise. “oh, you don’t have to do that!” but the waiter walked over anyways. “could i get a gin and tonic,” she asked simply. “thank you,” she said genuinely to the man in front of her.

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y'all i just saw hamilton and it was?????????? so good! im on my way home now to do replies so hmu if you want to plot or want a starter or just want to chat tbh