#mxticulous

[degeneratemaidens]

✉ ˢᶰᵃᵖ ➝ matty✨

VIOLET: there’s this creepy guy hanging around me all night VIOLET: why did you leave me on the air like this? VIOLET: you should have come to this party with us // @mxticulous

[utterxdesires-archived-blog]

starter for @mxticulous

Brie loved her parents dearly, she really did – being an only child the brunette was given everything she wanted and needed but was taught to earn it instead of just having everything delivered to her on a plate. But ever since she dropped out of college and returned home, things haven’t been that easy – she moved out and got her a small studio apartment close to the bar she is working now to this day. Her mom was the one who took this harder than her dad, who always tried to calm down the situation when Brie would come around; she was blamed for being given everything and not giving anything in return, how they put so much into her yet she decided to throw it all away, for what, serving drunk people every day? That’s why she tried to stop by the family house as rare as possible, yet tonight she had to since its been a good month since she saw her mother.

But as every family dinner, things had to get tense at one point so before they would have dessert she excused herself and headed upstairs to her old room. To her surprise that room stayed just the same as when she left first, to her shock mom never changed it into something else. Looking over the photos hanging on the side of the mirror, she took in a deep breath; her best friends, the cheerleading squad, and Jaden with his band – as she took a better look over the many photographs, Brie realized just how many of them are actually with Jaden, even from when they were just kids. It’s been years not since she last saw him, or heard from him, but she remembered him with the smile on her face. He wasn’t just a neighbor, he was a friend, a good one, and the forever what if. Dark hues glanced towards the bedroom window which overlooked his own and Brie chuckled to herself as it seemed like just yesterday she was seeing him there in his boxers which would make her blush and hide immediately.

Her train of thoughts was disturbed by the car engine outside which made Brie step towards the window; it sounded like someone was pulling over in front of their house, but it was actually the neighbors; and the car was the type that would make both guys and girls jaws drop. But what made her jaw drop was when she saw Jaden actually step out of it; he changed so much over the years yet she’d recognize him easily since she did follow his career. Licking her lips, she looked away, grabbed one of her old diaries, the one she used to write during her senior year, and the last Brie ever wrote, and sat down onto the soft pillows of the window, flipping through some pages while skimming down towards him just before he entered his family home.  

[stupidcupids]

@mxticulous.

it was late, another one of their three in the morning sessions. to be honest, she was wearing a t-shirt that she was pretty sure was his, and the only thing illuminating the room was the florescent glow of the computer screen. she had been typing another essay, something boring and legal. claire had been thinking a lot, not that she would ever come right out and say it, no. she would let everything bottle up inside until little by little something small would set the chain of motion -- like dominoes. slowly closing the computer, she stares into the darkness for a moment. finally she stands up, and turns on the bedside lamp to the dormitory. her hands are clasped together in front of her, in an attempt to keep her thumbs from twiddling anxiously. “do you think we should break up?” the question was sprung from no where, and it was almost like she was testing him, or maybe herself. maybe she was questioning too much, her career, her choices, the fact that she did everything possible to make her father happy, instead of doing the opposing for her own self joy.  “i mean-” her brows furrow, as if she’s attempting to gather the thoughts running away with her head. she was smart, too smart for insecurities, right? most of the time. claire was many things, independent, feisty, not afraid to speak her mind when it came to setting liam straight, or anyone else for that matter. she was great at following orders, look at who her father was. but she was also bossy, and sometimes she thought too much, she analyzed situations, and their outcomes. at least she took one thing from her major -- probability of win. and for as far as she could tell, the odds were stacked against them. her father was asking questions, to only receive vague answers, midterms were racking her brain for a job she didn’t even want.. and on top of things, she didn’t know what they even were. “is there even anything to break up? because we’re not together -- right? i know you said that you care about me.” and she more than liked him. it was obvious. or at least, she thought it was. “i think i’m - i..” claire sits down on the edge of the bed, blue hues peering down at him. “i like you.” she whispered. “i like you a lot. i don’t want to pretend anymore.. but if you do..” 

[bloomlings]

     — @mxticulous      — based on: here

     “You know you don’t have to wait until she comes back, right”, Ivy muttered out to Matt. Her tone of voice was bleek, meek because of all of the crying she had done. A relationship of 6 years had recently blown up in her face and the only thing she could do was wallow in the hurt. It was something her father had instilled upon her when she went through her first relationship break up as a teenager--that the hurt was there and things had to be endured, even if the heartache was way too much. “You don’t have to be subjected to watching the bad romantic comedies on the television and hearing me finish this gallon of ice cream in the meantime.”

[lostkids]

&. snapchat → 💕

KATE: hey stranger KATE: haven’t heard from you in a while..  KATE: you’ve been busy or something? or are you ignoring me on purpose, hm? KATE: miss you

[stupidcupids]

@mxticulous.

based. our families have always been enemies --- but how could i ever hate her smile? 

      it’s autumn, and the leaves have fallen from nearly every tree in sight. there’s a glow to their surroundings, of pinks and oranges, and vast amounts of yellow. it accompanies the blue in her eyes, and the gold in her hair. they’re not supposed to be seen together, and yet they’ve managed to keep the act up in years of secret. her father was a powerful man, with even stronger enemies. and yet they had never fled from them, they had simply turned and batted an eye in their direction. but this feud went back farther than either of them could have imagined. with their fathers. and their grandfathers. over what? well, she doubts anyone even knows anymore. maybe it had to do with her father selling information on the family, maybe it had to do with something as simple as their grandfather’s loved the same girl. either way, the deed had been done and no one had been brave enough to question it. --- not until claire marshall had turned sixteen years old, and caught the attention of the boy next door who won her father’s hatred just by birthright. fast forward eight years, and here they were, in college, away from the life they’ve known, and paving their own paths. the male hits the ground with a thud, and the blonde is straddling his lap. the air is cold and brisk, and every breath leaves her lips slightly more chapped than before. a breath of air fogs around her mouth, the slightest hint of a smirk reaching crystal orbs. she pins him, huffing out a smile. “what was that you said?” she tilts her head, her chin lifting with a champion’s glow. “oh yeah, you smarted off and said you could take me --- you sir, are surely mistak--” before she can even finish her sentence, her phone rings in her back pocket. her dad. “shh.” she covers his mouth playfully, and feigns innocence as she answers the phone. “hey daddy -- oh, you know.. just hanging out with the girls.” she struggles to hold back a laugh. “mhm, oh yeah. i’ll be at the dinner tonight. the rixon’s are coming? well, you know them -- always trying to one up us and all.” her gaze flickers down to the male, grinning widely. 

[divinexgods]

#13, #23, #28, #37

Meme

What talents do you have?

I’m actually a pretty good singer. (Not to mention I do it all the time, just in the car, around the house. I make up little songs about what I’m doing at the current moment. Yeah, I’m one of those people.) 

Have you ever met any celebrities?

Yes! I met Chris Young, but it was for only like 10 seconds while he signed my ticket and took a picture with me. But hey, it counts, right? 

What type of music do you like?

Mostly, I like country, pop, and like... indie, I guess? I’ll listen to anything. Sometimes I’m in the mood for classic rock, sometimes I want to listen to jazz, and sometimes I’ll put on some r&b. The only music I don’t like is straight up rap and like heavy metal screaming music. 

Favorite swear word?

Fuck. 

[divinexgods]

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