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[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH

[11:48pm]: woah hey what the hell [11:48pm]: ur gonna miss out on some fire posts[11:50pm]: no in all seriousness could you please follow me again i need the numbers

#texts;#memes;#jaelyn #jtoyoshima #answered;

[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. | [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight

[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.

[ text ]: have u had too much wine or something dude

[ text ]: you’re getting all mushy on me

[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight

[ text ]: dude check my snap story

[ text ]: like i’d ever let that go unrecorded what type of person do u take me for

#jae #meme;#texts;#jtoyoshima

[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.

[ sent: 5:42 am ]: do u know my order?[ sent: 5:42 am ]: if u bring me a trenta double shot extra whip five pump mocha[ sent: 5:42 am ]: im going to be so grateful i need to finish these reports jae[ sent: 5:42 am ]; im running out of red bull

send my muse texts!

#( meme. )#( jae with that knowingness )#( i love her )#jtoyoshima

♒ [i lov pain :-)]

♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

When Forest opens his door, his heart drops past his feet, all the way to the ground floor.

Jaelyn’s one of his best friends in the world. He would trust her with his life — and he’d do anything to protect her. He knows that she bristles and spits acid, that she could beat him in a fight any day of the week, is perfectly fine of protecting herself — but Forest would throw himself in front of a bullet for Jae.

When he sees her, bloody, bruised and beaten, he feels like he’s failed.

Words are lost to him — he moves to action, because there’s nothing else to be done. If he faints from the blood, heaves from the shock at her battered face, he fails her again. So he’s all action, all solutions; he raises her up, gently, slowly. The last time he had to drag someone this beat through the door, it was his mom’s last boyfriend. He had his ass kicked by his dealer. The guy almost died. Forest’s heart is thudding on the ground floor and echoing so loud he can’t hear anything through the pulsing in his ears. Her limp Raggedy Ann-body is deposited on his mattress. For once, Forest doesn’t worry about something staining his course sheets.

Shiny metal scissors tear through fabric with a practiced elegance. Artist fingers finding themselves playing medic as he twists gauze around the cuts, scrapes and gashes he can find. Peroxide bubbles like a science experiment, and Forest whispers whatever soothing platitudes he can muster in Jae’s ear, hands ghosting her hair.

Forest is afraid, and has failed to protect her, but he can fix her.

He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t bother — he doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to have to fret later, have to hover over Jae, worry about her safety. This has never happened before, and he can only hope it won’t happen again.

He doesn’t rest that night. He’s barely able to calm his racing pulse, his shaking hands — only pacified by Jae’s soft, rhythmic beating; the steady rise and fall of her chest stopping his lungs from constricting. Jaelyn is one of his best friends in the world. He’s had to do this before, had to take his artist hands and dip them into something ugly, but never for someone good. He doesn’t know how to reconcile it.

He’s glad he can fix her, but he never wants to have to do this again.

He’s never been so afraid in his life.

#— regarding jae.#— memes.#— colloquy.#jtoyoshima

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⁇: drunk text

[1:13am]➝ jj: i kno w its late btu we should go hiking [1:14am] ➝ jj: omG WAIt WE HSOULD HAVE A PICNIC[1:15am] ➝ jj: howcome weve never had a pcinic together that sounds romantic[1:15am] ➝ jj: not that i see u as more that a friend but[1:27am] ➝ jj: [picture of a messy, torn-up PB&J sandwich][1:27am] ➝ jj: i started making the food r u ready

ø: late night text

[2:42am] ➝ jj: why do some people call sneakers ‘tennis shoes’ if they’re not the type of shoe you’d play tennis in?[2:43am] ➝ jj: why are they even called sneakers? they squeak on smooth surfaces. that’s not sneaky.

#: random text

[3:38pm] ➝ jj: DON’T EAT IT[3:39pm] ➝ jj: that was totally meant for my brother i’m so sorry eat whatever you want

#jtoyoshima #answered;#texts;

♛

♛: Sharing a dessert

“I baked you a cake!” Forest is standing in his doorway, greeting Jae with a 400-watt smile. A cake is in his hands, tall and a little crooked, half-melted icing dripping down the sides. And Forest? He’s covered in flour, head-to-toe, from the fluff of his hair to his chin, smeared all over his sweater and apron, wet patches of flour-glue on his apron and jeans, all the way to his socks. He’s a Charlie Brown, with his little cake-Christmas tree, excited as a puppy about his lopsided little cake.

Ushering Jae into his apartment, his babbling began immediately, nudging her towards his ‘couch’ and grabbing some forks (plastic, formerly take-out, now relegated to proper utensils) in his whirlwind. “I know you were really nervous about that exam, and you did so well, I’m so proud of you! So I baked you a cake — scratch and everything! I hope it’s alright, it’s a little... messy. Also, in here. Sorry.”

‘Messy’ is an understatement. The kitchenette looks like its been hit with a hurricane, flour and chocolate sauce and brightly-dyed icing flung about — if one were to look hard, they’d even see it smeared across the tops of every single cupboard — and the cake is nearly as bad. It looks as though it was iced too quickly, and all the icing melted off, dripping off in sky-blue strips. But the effort Forest put in is evident, carefully piped trees, a thick wooded forest across the sides, ‘GOOD JOB JAELYN!!!’ written on top in her favourite shade of forest green. The three stories tilt a little, but they’re carefully stacked, and Forest did his very best, because it’s Jae, and he just wants to make her happy.

The love is almost tangible.

He passes her a fork.

Despite its eclectic appearance, the cake is delicious.

#( memes. )#( re: jaelyn. )#( drabble. )#jtoyoshima

# | ツ

ask meme | texts

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.[text]: i have a thought.[text]: what do u think would happen if u swapped places with your brother for a day? Also grapes yes or no.[text]: asking for a friend

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.[text]: GUESS. WHAT.[text]: MAMA GIRAFFE JUST GOT A BABY GIRAFFE.[text]: I DON’T KNOW, IT WAS SO COOL

#ch: Jae #yooooooooo #;meme #jtoyoshima