beautiful disaster

everything about her is captivating, like the aftermath of a storm

[songesm]

some people really can’t take a hint. I go out to get some coffee and there’s a reason why i went alone. if i really wanted the company of somebody it wouldn’t be from this bug looking guy who could pass as my dad.

[englishedwards]

is someone following you or something? or did they just show up and take a seat near you like you were best friends? either way, that sucks. 

[songesm]

just the thought of that guy following makes my skin crawl. no he wasn’t, just sat at my table and being overly close trying to talk

[songesm]

some people really can’t take a hint. I go out to get some coffee and there’s a reason why i went alone. if i really wanted the company of somebody it wouldn’t be from this bug looking guy who could pass as my dad.

[songesm]

16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse. (miles)

“yeah well he’s a complete idiot.” esme was complaining to frankie throwing herself on the couch. “i mean i suggested a hooker and he says i should do it? like that shows what he really thinks of me.” she rolled her eyes just reminding herself of how their plan even came to be. the girl then heard some sort of faint mumbling and could feel it in her pocket. she hurriedly reached for her phone and sees that it was on a call with miles. she quickly hung up with no explanation. “shit.”

[songesm]

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything, from maya

maya: congrats on always ruining everything 

esme: you really blame everyone else for your problems, don’t you? it’s tiring to still see how you keep playing the victim.

[songesm]

11 eli

11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

Esme was in her room with some guy she had met at the party she and Frankie threw at their place. It was a completely random party Esme had convinced Frankie enough to host. She didn’t know too much about the guy and that was okay for her. The pair was on her chair, she was straddling the guy and she was facing the door. She kissed him on the lips and then pulled away taking off her shirt and bra. She was now out in the open as the guy eagerly kissed her neck. Her eyes were closed until she heard the door open and she looked up to see a face she knew but not who the guy was exactly. She smirked a bit not letting her eyes off of the guy that had piqued her interest. Esme let out a moan on purpose as she saw Eli a bit startled until he finally left. She then put all of her attention back to the guy she was on top of.

[memesandthings]

SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:

1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.

2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.

3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.

4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.

5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.

6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.

7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.

8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.

9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.

10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.

11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.

13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.

14 ⊱  my muse wakes up beside yours.

15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.

16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.

17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.

18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.

19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.

20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.

[memesandthings]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

[milesandmilcs]

songesm:

before esme walked in the door she pulled a dress a little bit to show more for the older hollingsworth. she opened the door with the help of a key that miles had as an emergency. she strutted in there with her head held high and a devilish smile. she stopped right when she saw mr. hollingsworth sitting sown on the couch who seemed stunned to see her there. “esme, what are you doing here? frankie is not here.” he got up from his seat now facing her. esme took a step closer to slightly tug on his tie. “i didn’t come here for frankie. i came here for you.” she whispered to him, letting her hand run down his chest. 

honestly, listening in on what esme was doing was definitely one of the weirdest things he’d done. especially considering their own history. he quietly shuddered at the thought before glancing into the room, snapping a quick photo of the pair and then keeping his cover to wait for esme to give him a way in without being noticed. 

[songesm]

esme noticed an excited smile on mr. hollingsworth’s face so she quickly brought him back to the couch where he was before. she untied his tie and then wrapped it around his eyes, covering his sight. “i wanna surprise you” she whispered into his ear looking at the door now. she walked away but still keeping her eyes locked on the older man. she opened the door quietly and gave a gesture to miles to be quiet. she pointed to miles to get behind somewhere so he could take the photo without being seen. 

[milesandmilcs]

songesm:

esme had dressed herself in a more revealing manner than what she would originally wear. she only had in mind that she had to seduce mr. hollingsworth and get him to take interest on the younger girl. “miles you’re practically a mess so i don’t know!” she rolled her eyes. esme took the lead by taking the elevator up to where mr. hollingsworth’s room would be. once they reached the floor and stepped out she looked to miles. “okay so i’m going to walk in there and just try to talk to him. get him to let me stay you know. i’ll leave the door slightly opened so you can just get in there after a few minutes.”

miles would have argued with esme’s comment, if he had been more confident that she was wrong. but, he knew that he was most definitely a mess. “back at you, esme.” he retorted, with a smirk as he followed her to the elevator. he was fumbling with the camera bag, getting things ready for the shots he would need to take and he was solely focused on the task at hand. was this stupid to do? probably. but would he back down? definitely not. he nodded at her command, “yeah, i’ll wait in the corridor until i think it’s safe to come in. we get some shots, then we run like hell out of here.” 

[songesm]

before esme walked in the door she pulled a dress a little bit to show more for the older hollingsworth. she opened the door with the help of a key that miles had as an emergency. she strutted in there with her head held high and a devilish smile. she stopped right when she saw mr. hollingsworth sitting sown on the couch who seemed stunned to see her there. “esme, what are you doing here? frankie is not here.” he got up from his seat now facing her. esme took a step closer to slightly tug on his tie. “i didn’t come here for frankie. i came here for you.” she whispered to him, letting her hand run down his chest. 

[songesm]

📂

miles and esme headcanon

when esme repeated her senior year and her graduation was nearing she spent a weekend with frankie as a celebration of sorts. that same weekend was when miles had come home. when frankie went out to get some last minute stuff she was stuck alone at home until miles showed up at the place as well. she was able to talk to him and apologize for the awful stuff that had went down the previous year. after that, things slowly got better between the two.

[songesm]

esme already had the plan down all in her head after she had talked to miles briefly about it. she wasn’t entirely sure if this would even work but esme was always up for a challenge. the pair were outside the building where mr.hollingsworth and she was already thinking of the possible scenarios that could happen. “i can’t believe you actually convinced me to do this.” she looked over to the boy. she’s said so many times to how much he owed her now that she was doing this but the reality was that she felt that she had owed him. after what had happened in high school she definitely felt the guilt of what went down so she felt like she had owed him. “okay you have your camera ready right? i don’t want this plan to fail just because you couldn’t turn it on.”

[milesandmilcs]

miles had been surprised at his own idea. honestly he figured he could trust esme to do this and nothing to actually happen from it. and he was glad that she’d, with some convincing, given in and agreed to his idea. he was dressed up in a formal suit and tie, as he’d always been told he shouldn’t show up anywhere dressed less than the best. and he had a bag draped over his shoulder, a gift from a photographer friend of his. it promised to get the best photos he could. tapping the bag he nodded his head. “do you think i’d be stupid enough to forget the camera or something? such little faith in me, esme.”

[songesm]

esme had dressed herself in a more revealing manner than what she would originally wear. she only had in mind that she had to seduce mr. hollingsworth and get him to take interest on the younger girl. “miles you’re practically a mess so i don’t know!” she rolled her eyes. esme took the lead by taking the elevator up to where mr. hollingsworth’s room would be. once they reached the floor and stepped out she looked to miles. “okay so i’m going to walk in there and just try to talk to him. get him to let me stay you know. i’ll leave the door slightly opened so you can just get in there after a few minutes.”

[songesm]

esme already had the plan down all in her head after she had talked to miles briefly about it. she wasn’t entirely sure if this would even work but esme was always up for a challenge. the pair were outside the building where mr.hollingsworth and she was already thinking of the possible scenarios that could happen. “i can’t believe you actually convinced me to do this.” she looked over to the boy. she’s said so many times to how much he owed her now that she was doing this but the reality was that she felt that she had owed him. after what had happened in high school she definitely felt the guilt of what went down so she felt like she had owed him. “okay you have your camera ready right? i don’t want this plan to fail just because you couldn’t turn it on.”

[songesm]

mssg ↔ esme

miles: it's whoring adjacent! and i would owe you big time. you can even mask your face somehow so no one would know it's you in the pictures.

esme: seems like i have to make a list for all the things you owe me then. okay, but if his lips go anywhere near me i won’t hesitate to punch him in the face.

[lolscolada]

songesm:

yeah, you’re practically the same old airhead. just slightly taller.

and you’ve got that same annoying bitchiness as in high school. it’s really just so charming, esme. 

[songesm]

glad to see that i find you so charming. i can’t say the same thing. just saying your name always left a bad taste in my mouth.

[songesm]

mssg ↔ esme

miles: ew gross. not like actually have sex with him. just....pretend you want to. enough so there will be pictures or something?

esme: i can’t believe you’re trying to whore me out to your father. you know you’re asking a lot from me?

[lolscolada]

songesm:

sounds like a very touching story that no one asked for. 

nice to see some people haven’t changed at all. 

[songesm]

yeah, you’re practically the same old airhead. just slightly taller.

[songesm]

mssg ↔ esme

miles: esme song, you're a genius. that's a brilliant plan. unfortunately, i worry it might take too long to find an actual prostitute on such short notice. what if you do it and i find some geek to blur out your face? please?

esme: are you serious? you just find one and we’re good to go. ew, miles. i’m not going to have sex with your dad.