#mehmuses

[jackiewhittemore]

now we’re stranded

         ‘’ —— Being stuck with YOU is my worst nightmare coming true.‘’                                (for @mehmuses, a random starter for liking my permanent starter call)

[adauntlessangel]

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking.

When Scarlette woke up, her head had been pounding. Glancing over a the quite attractive male who was asleep next to her..she realized why she was naked, had a headache, and she sighed heavily. Getting up slowly, the room spun but she couldn’t stay here all day. Wherever here is, considering it wasn’t exactly the bar they’d been at or anywhere she’s seen before. Leaning down, she grabbed last nights dress and her bra..panties were nowhere to be seen. But..for some reason, Scarlette had the notion they’d been ripped off at some point. The pale brunette moved to pull her clothes on but she got her foot tangled in white lace. Frowning, she leaned down and picked up what appeared to be a wedding veil. “What the hell?” She mumbled to herself and rubbed her eyes. Only to wine as something poked her in it and when she saw a ring on her left hand..she sobered up quickly. “Hey!” She yelled, half dressed and a bti frantic. “Wake up!” She pulled the covers off the males sleeping body, not quite caring if he was being rudely awakened or not. “What the hell happened last night?” Seeing him naked had her smiling at the sight, and for a brief few seconds she wished she could remember.. But when she saw the ring on his hand she glared. “What the fuck? You’re married! Get up you piece of trash!” Momentarily forgetting her own ring entirely she threw his shirt at him. “Where are we?”

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

[adauntlessangel]

What’s That Up There?

Isabelle hadn’t been paying too much attention to their surroundings. In fact, the blonde had been lost to her own little world considering it was almost Christmas and she still hadn’t gotten everything they needed. So when Topher spoke up, the blonde peeked up above their heads and she laughed softly. “Mistletoe.” She murmured, and tilted her head. Humming softly, Isabelle walked up to Topher and gently cupped his face in her hands. Her blue eyes studied his face for a moment and then she leaned into him. Her pink lips pressed to his with a tenderness she didn't know she could fathom at any point. But..she loved him, and honestly? This had been unexpected..so he got the raw pleasure of her mouth against his. 

Send “What’s That Up There?” for our Muses to meet under a mistletoe.