#thread: jonah

[maevexfinch]

💃 - our muses dance to some Irish music  

“Oh no... I’m not like you Jonah, I don’t have the self preservation to do whatever I like in front of people without caring what they think.” Maeve chuckled, trying to pull her hand away from the other. “I may actually pass away from embarrassment if you have me try and join in. Especially since I have zero coordination.” 

@jonchdecnfinch​

[scxrpiusxmalfcy]

text // scorpius & jonah

Scorpius: I know it looked like you were leaving the event when I last saw you, but I still I thought I ought to check in and make sure you weren't stuck anywhere.

Scorpius: I can't imagine being under the influence and in this kind of scenario is fun and I just... Want to make sure you're... You know, safe.

[tobyxanderscn]

Toby had called in a half day at work, he wasn’t having the best of weeks and he had spent most of the night awake and pacing rather than getting the rest he knew he needed to actually be able to focus at work. He had stopped by the coffee shop on his way back to his flat when he saw the other starting to approach him, “Shit-..” He muttered under his breath, keeping his head down and continuing to walk in hopes the other would bypass him but there was no such luck. He didn’t need this, not today, not when he was already feeling weak and vulnerable and like he simply just wanted to take the edge off everything. “Hey Jonah- sorry, I’m sort of just on my way-.. home.” He was going to come up with a lie, something that would allow him to exit the conversation quickly so he could go back to avoiding the other whenever he saw him but he didn’t think that would work.

@jonchdecnfinch​

[scxrpiusxmalfcy]

msg || scorpius & jonah

scorpius: do you still have a key to my flat?

[scxrpiusxmalfcy]

⛳️ - our muses go play minigolf together // @jonchdecnfinch​

“You can force a club into my hand and a ball at my feet, it’s still not going to stop me from complaining and questioning why you all but dragged me to this forsaken place.”

[lovepctions]

— 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓: @myrwild ( plot in source ) ( open to any gender )

trigger warning: injury & slight violence mention

could he now be seen as a knight in shining armor? standing tall at six-foot-one, his frame lanky yet imposing. not only were his ribs and eye marked by bruises, but his pride had taken a hit too. jonah wasn't one to play the hero, yet witnessing someone badgered by a particularly unpleasant regular at the bar for the third consecutive night stirred something in him. he couldn't stand idly by. jonah had thought that taking the troublemaker outside would end the matter once and for all. but fuck, he'd never been in a fight in his life, and he found himself blindsided by the first strike. in that moment, he could only hope that the person he was defending appreciated the gesture—or at the very least, would leave him a huge ass cash tip. instead, he finds they are providing him with a bit of consoling, rubbing his back and pressing ice to his head. it's something. "i'm glad you're okay," he mutters, eyeing the other up and down noting there's not a single fucking scratch on them. "while you're at it, please ensure my ego does not need to go to the hospital either."

[lovepctions]

— 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓: @musicallyiinclined ( plot in source ) (f/nb)

well this is embarrassing. it was one thing to be live in a dingy apartment in his hometown, but it was another thing to live in a dingy apartment with a roommate who is a total and complete asshole enough to lock him outside to hook-up with a girl that he took home from the bar jonah worked at. this was a new low. maybe one day he can write a book about this period of his life. but even he can admit to himself he's not a very inspiring muse. he's wearing his coat backwards with his arms forward through the sleeves to serve as a blanket as he tries to doze off but the sound of footsteps jolt him away. jonah looks up at the person, and just when he thought the night couldn't get worse, the hottest person on this floor approaches him and he must look like a total fucking loser right now. for someone who writes for a living, he can never find the right words to say to her when they cross paths. not even in this moment. "you, i- uh... hi. i just, um, the dude. the guy i live with. he's just. fuck. i'm just out here."

[scxrpiusxmalfcy]

"You know what, I can't say that I'm surprised that things with you are never quite straight forward." Scorpius commented, nodding slightly to the pink band on the others wrist. "A flair for the dramatics whether it's intended or not and I promise you I don't mean that as a bad thing."

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