#fcllenpetals

[unravxl-archived]

text message ➝ from tanner

tanner: listen up man

tanner: you’re one hot piece of ass fer sure

tanner: and if they doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss

[interstellarsatisfaction]

* ; msg // baby mama

MICKEY: did you tell my sister about the baby?

MICKEY: how do you even know my sister?

MICKEY: wtf cassandra?

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@fcllenpetals

arms is wrapped around her , his hand reaching for another hand full of pop corn as he moves closer to her - curled up with her on his couch ; that’s what he’d grown used to - and hell he swears he loves being there. it simply feels good , to have her there around him - to be able to kiss and hold her whenever he wants to ; that while doing something he enjoyed ; eating && movie nights. it couldn’t be better. “   y’know .  .  . i still can’t believe i actually agreed to watching this romcom.   ” mason laughs as he shakes his head , popping the few other pop corn into his mouth. “   d’you wanna order some food though ?? because .  .  . i’m not sure if candy && popcorn will be enough.   ”

[hcrdliquor-archive-blog]

⌜ imessage to cass. ⌟

COLBY: isn't it kinda weird that i'm halfway across the globe from u but i

COLBY: .. still think about u when i masturbate Lmao

[unravxl-archived]

text message ➝ from rory

rory: you need to stop texting me

rory: i am seeing someone else

rory: like, i don't know what you don't get about that ?

[interstellarsatisfaction]

* ; msg — baby mama

MICKEY: i really wanna go with you to the next scan

MICKEY: i googled when it's supposed to be and i might have cleared my entire week's schedule because i don't know when you're doing it

MICKEY: is that too over the top?

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@fcllenpetals

         he’s late ; a few minutes - gaze flickering to his watch one last time before he finally steps into the small dinner. he’d decided to get her something on the last minute - a first good impression was always good after all - though he’d struggled to find an open flower shop on his way. either way he’s finally made it. a single rose in hand , digits quickly running through his hair as he approached the booth he’d texted her to go to and soon enough he s t o p s , brown orbs now greeting her own as he stands there , gaze flickering up and down her frame , appearence being quickly taken in before he moves (  finally  ) - in a situation like this he’s not sure how to act ; he’s never quite been on a blind date after all , it’s all new to him ; but he tries his best to remain calm. “    cassandra ??    ” words are almost questioning for a brief moment , though he doesn’t hesitate in offering her his hand to shake. he knows how she looks like already - brown locks and angelic looks , plump lips and chocolate brown eyes - she’s beautiful ; but he had to admit , she looks a lot better in person. “    dimitri , it’s nice meeting you -    ” quick enough he moves to sit across from her , flowers still in hand as he gives them to her. white orchids adorned with a few blue tainted roses. he’s not sure what her favorite kind was - so he simply went for something he thought would be aesthetically pleasing. “     sorry i’m a little late ; i kind of lost the metro.     ”

[fistmade]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.  guilt isn’t a good look on him. it keeps his eyes hooded and contours a rigidity into his shoulder muscles. lincoln is certain he’s a sight for sore eyes right now, hands anxiously rubbing together as his feet take a mind of their own and pace the length of the living room. and maybe it’s his own damn fault ─ for going against everything that he held fundamental, the mentality of perpetual honesty he had worked to abide by. ( there’s another twinge of guilt in his fingertips ; a personification of the whole scheme he’d agreed to go along with. acting as if there wasn’t someone else waiting for him to come home. ) all movement stops, his fingers loosely entwined with one another in what could almost be depicted as a symbol of plea. maybe more so than the way his voice softens in preface, rounds out the vowels of words he has a hard time forced up and out of his throat. 

“ i think .. we’re just on two different levels. ” it’s the right thing to do. “ and i don’t necessarily mean that in a bad way. i adore you. i always will. ” who was he to think he could carry on with this hoax? it was a miracle he’d managed this far. phantom disdain crawls up the entirety of his spine. “ ─ but i think .. there’s some things i’ve got to sort within myself. ” generic cop out. he pauses for another moment ; his line of vision is tempted to meet with hers and feel out the atmosphere but his conscience keeps him from doing so. too scared of whatever emotion might be reflecting across her features. “ this isn’t working. right now. ”    @fcllenpetals​