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pls msg me if you would like to plot with jamie or nora for the event and just in general!! nora is lacking depth so pls help her… also reallywannachangehertocindy lolz

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- ̗̀📲MSG 💬 PEM 🐹🐢

pembroke: oh please it's nothing jamie

pembroke: you'd do the same if you had an in into disneyland

jamie: i heard thru the grapevine that there may actually be a disney trip coming up

jamie: i hope ur connections mean we get fast passes at every ride for unlimited amounts of time... say yes

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- ̗̀📲MSG 💬 PEM 🐹🐢

pembroke: i'm not playing, you're more than welcome to come check out disneyland with me

pembroke: i'll show you all the ins and outs of the place

jamie: what did i do to deserve your friendship

jamie: honestly

jamie: 🙌🏻

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- ̗̀📲MSG 💬 PEM 🐹🐢

pembroke: i did actually, my mom still works there so had to go see everyone

pembroke: come on up, i'll get you the special behind the scenes tour

pembroke: you guess?? what's going on jamie?

pembroke: you're always at the beach

jamie: omg

jamie: what teh fuck skjndkfj

jamie: i want to go so bad don't play with my emotions like this pembroke

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TEXT MESSAGE → j. & n.

NOVA: ar eu fucken ok jameson

NOVA: wyh don't you like tcoca cloa productd?s

NOVA: teh government is readen our texlt messages.. ... d'ont tell sanyone thnat di sell coke!!!!!!!

JAMIE: ....... why are you texting me

JAMIE: im not going to buy your products

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- ̗̀📲MSG 💬 PEM 🐹🐢

pembroke: jamieeeeee

pembroke: just studying, what's new?

pembroke: i was up in anaheim visiting my mom for a lil bit

pembroke: how are things with you??

jamie: did u go to disney?? i have been wanting to go so bad

jamie: its been so freakin long

jamie: things are.. okay i guess

jamie: i haven't been to the beach in weeks, i don't know who i am anymore

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☆ Headcanon Prompts ☆          Food Preferences

🍎 = Does your muse prefer fruits or vegetables?

🍐 = What is your muse’s favourite fruit?

🌽 = What is your muse’s favourite vegetable?

🍞 = What type of bread does your muse like the most, if any?

🍗 = What kind of meat does your muse like the most?

🍌 = Is your muse a vegetarian?

🍔 = Does your muse like eating greasy, fast foods?

🍝 = What is your muse’s favourite meal of all time?

🍳 = Does your muse eat three meals a day, every day?

🍫 = Does your muse enjoy sweets? If so, what is their favourite?

🍷 = What kind of beverage does your muse like the most?

🍺 = What is your muse’s favourite alcoholic beverage?

☕️ = What is your muse’s favourite non-alcoholic beverage?

🍵 = Does your muse prefer tea or coffee?

🍼 = What was your muse’s favourite food as a child? Is it still a favourite or have they found a liking for something else?

🍽 = Does your muse prefer to eat-in alone or eat out with friends/family?

🍛 = Does your muse prefer spicy hot food or mildly hot food?

🍖 = How does your muse like their meat cooked? Well done, rare, etc?

🍲 = Does your muse prefer their own cooking or someone else’s? Is there someone’s cooking who your muse enjoys most of all?

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- ̗̀📲MSG 💬 PEM 🐹🐢

jamie: pem WHATS GOIN ON

jamie: where have u BEEN

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lviticia:

the restless emotions of the past few days had left leticia drained out to her very core. yet, the beaming presence of jamie made her put her worries on the back burner—enveloping herself in his toned chest only to look up at the rasp of his voice “ ’thought i should change it up from the usual champagne and chardonnay” she said, mustering up a small smile. lifting one arm up to move the boys chocolate tresses from his face. “why don’t we go sometime? the last time I’ve been was about…ten years ago? so, it’s definitely overdue.” the girl muttered as she separated from his embrace, scanning the apartment while making her way to the kitchen. “well, look at you!“ leticia’s words were laced with surprise, her chocolate hues widening at sight of perfectly arranged food that jamie had prepared for the two. “gordon ramsay would be very impressed,“ she said admirably, taking another bite of the food before her. the loss of appetite she had developed the past few days had vanished in mere seconds. “were you like a chef in the past life, or something?”

lazily, jamie tapped a few fingers to his chin, long fingers bouncing cheerfully off the stubble coming in. “gordon ramsey is actually my long lost uncle or some shit. cool right?” he smirked, putting back half a glass of wine. something he only partook in when pasta was involved. “honestly, i don’t know? maybe? if past lives were a thing, i’d like to think i was actually gordon ramsey’s great grandfather or something crazy like that.” chuckling, he met her eyes from across the assortment of food that divided them. “so, what’s on your mind?” jamie knew just by the slightest change in her demeanor that there was something off and he would do anything in his power to help her retreat back to her normal self. “go on,” he urged, “tell me.”

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saskicss:

half-expecting the cause of his visit to be her altercation with karina, she’s still not prepared for the question to fall from his lips & she hesitates. after all the pain she’s caused, she’s loathe to do any more damage - having only spoken to karina to avoid the conversation she fears she’s about to have with jamie. ‘ because.. because i told her that. i HAD to. there was somebody that knew things, & i know it happened to a few people - maybe all of us, & i had to do it so that my thing - my secret - wouldn’t get out. but i guess there’s no point keeping it anymore, ’ she finishes, biting her lip in an effort to stop it wobbling, fearful she’ll soon erupt into sobs she will be incapable to contain. ‘ you didn’t do anything to me, jamie, nothing at all. you were… you were amazing. everything i wanted & didn’t deserve & i got scared. shit scared that i would lose it, that something would change or you’d realise there was someone better. & i HATE that this all sounds so fucking cliché, but that’s the truth. i got shit scared because of how good it all was, & then the accident… ’ her voice wavers & she pauses to steel herself, knowing that she cannot be presenting herself as the victim - she’s the one that inflicted the damage. saskia takes a deep breath before continuing. ‘ i didn’t cheat on you, jam j- jamie. i just.. i flipped, i don’t know what to even say, i felt like something was going to go wrong or i was going to fuck up so i sped up the process. that’s why i had to tell karina we were getting back together, so that you wouldn’t find out the truth. i didn’t want to hurt you anymore than i already had. ’ & she’s rushing through her words, almost stumbling over them in an effort to get them out before she changes her mind.

“is this some kind of joke? you didn’t cheat on me? why the fuck would you keep up with a lie for over a year if you hadn’t? this is unbelievable.” shaking his head, jameson exhaled angrily, his heart pounding in his chest and he forced a hand through his mess of curls. “this honestly doesn’t make any sense and i’m going to pass out just trying to comprehend this... so you are telling me that you never cheated on me? you just told me that you had because you were scared of your feelings for me? what in the fuck.. you’re sick. mentally sick. or maybe you’re just fucking cruel.” his legs began to move back and forth, echoing the pacing of his mind. he couldn’t believe this. how could she have ruined him like she had and it all been a lie? it can’t be a lie. this can’t be real. “i’m at a loss of words. this is a whole new type of realm of betrayal for you, saskia. wow. i bet your parents are fucking proud of you.” jameson’s legs stopped moving and he just stared at her. tears falling from her eyes like a broken faucet, emotions spilling out of them. her eyes had always been one of his favorite parts of her and to see her this way, surprisingly, didn’t make him feel a damn thing. there was no ache to reach out to touch her, there was no pull at his heart to comfort her -- there was nothing. just black, empty nothingness. “i can’t even look at you.”

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- ̗̀ △ ▽ mssg ➲ JAMIE

HONEY: buttttt i want wine wednesday

HONEY: fine fine what should i drink

HONEY: since youre so amazing

JAMIE: whiskey wednesday fam ;)

JAMIE: play me back in words with friends asshole

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@saskicss

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TEXT MESSAGE → OPEN.

NOVA: its my bdirthday!!!! come gt drunk wih me

NOVA: ths is noav

NOVA: ei anwt to fuck dj qualls

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NOVA: yim kind of drunk I thFink

NOVA: can ygou hear ME????

JAMIE: are u fucking okay nova

JAMIE: i dont want any coke i have told u a thousand times damnit

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- ̗̀ △ ▽ mssg ➲ OPEN

HONEY: im bored

HONEY: and i can't decide what movie to watch tonight

HONEY: i can't even decide whether i want red or white wine ://

JAMESON: thats where u made ur first mistake

JAMESON: ditch the juice for the good stuff, honey

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saskicss:

there have been multiple sleepless nights in the months that have passed since she made the biggest mistake she ever has, & in each one she envisions a different scenario in which she might be able to speak to jamie again - none of them prepared her. there’s a greater physical pain than she anticipated, ripping at her chest as she sees how upset he is, how upset SHE made him. tears prick at her eyes & she blinks quickly to try and retain her c o m p o s u r e. ‘ i don’t.. i don’t have a goal, i’m not playing a game, ’ she says, wondering what she might have done to make him think as much. expecting a simpler question she’s floored by his request, having previously been incapable of sorting through the mess in her mind. ‘ i don’t know how i feel. i mean, i feel awful. i never E V E R wanted to hurt you, & i miss you. i know i’m not allowed to, i know that i’m the bad guy, but i do. ’ she’s struggling to articulate things she’s been essentially a v o i d i n g for months, & she pauses to stop herself from breaking. ‘ i’m so sorry, ’ she says fervently, no longer able to stop the tears r o l l i n g down her cheeks as she reaches out one hand to him before recognising the futility of her action & pulling back again.

❝ you’re not playing a game. ❞ he repeated her words with a nod, NARROWING eyes at her. ❝ then why did karina seem to think we were on amends and getting back together? and no, you’re not allowed to miss me and you’re not allowed to apologize. you aren’t fucking allowed, saski, ❞ a  H E A V Y  sigh left his chest and his heart plunged deep into the pit of his stomach, a SILENT ache radiating throughout him. there were very  D A R K  moments for jameson in the wake of their breakup. there were nights where sleep refused to fall over him and mornings where he couldn’t pull himself out of the shower. he would let the steam WET his cheeks and melt away the tears that he couldn’t stop. ❝ i just don’t understand what happened. or what i did to you. for you to do all these things to me. then & now. you are like that negative energy that just won’t leave. that just sits in the corner of my mind in the dark -- waiting until i’m WEAK enough to prey upon. what the hell did i do to you? ❞ his eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds, his breath ragged & eyes threatening to release his emotions in the form of salty tears. ❝ what did i do to you? why can’t you just let go of me? don’t you think i DESERVE that? ❞