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Muse - b.a

He studied you. So carefully and precisely, making sure he took in every single detail that featured on the artwork that was your face. If he closed his eyes he could repeat every single thing he’d just soaked up, from the gloss painted on your lips to the dramatic eye liner sat behind your beautiful long lashes. He knew it was a problem, that he was so infatuated with you, knew everything about you physically and mentally, held your deepest secrets close to his heart. But he also knew he didn’t want to get rid of that problem, he wanted it to grow and flourish till every sense of your being was his and every sense of his being was yours.

You studied him, staring at the pictures you’d taken earlier that day of him that now lit up your camera screen. His chains hung from his neck, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, dimples etched into either side of his mouth as he smiled the widest smile for your camera. Wanting to add to your huge collection of Brandon pictures you pulled the cannon camera up to your eye, snapping a picture of the one you loved sat next to you on the couch, so peaceful. At the same time his actions mirrored yours, capturing you in your element looking so effortlessly stunning even though you thought you looked disheveled and tired.

Once you’d gone home that night, leaving his bed feeling cold and his arms empty, he took to editing. Scrolling through his many photos he came across the picture he’d snapped from earlier that day, slowly editing it, careful not to hide your beauty, just trying to enhance it.

Sat in your bed, craving the feeling of Brandon’s arms wrapped around, you mindlessly scrolled through Instagram.

‘brandon_arreaga has tagged you in a post,

Clicking on the post you wondered what ugly couple selfie he’d posted of you both this time, but to your surprise it was just your face, no Brandon in sight.

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brandon_arreaga - blessed to be able to watch you thrive in what you do and thankful for having a muse as beautiful as you

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therealnickmara shocked to not see another weird selfie of you two

prettymuch_baby you the luckiest boy out there I swear.

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A/N: credit to the beautiful @ariamsz for inspiring this whole concept and letting me use her art, you’re amazing 💛

Gone 2 long - b.a

Brandon could never sleep, he was always awake, doing his very best at convincing himself that you leaving wasn’t as bad as it seemed but everytime his attempts were pointless. He knew you’d broken him into a million pieces, leaving his heart scattered on the floor as you clambered into your car to drive away from him for the last time, even though you thought you’d be back soon but Brandon knew everything would be different. He felt it when his heart broke, felt the uneasy feeling that this was the last time he’d see you, why else would his heart have shattered? That same memory kept him up late at night. The anger he felt towards himself for being so stupid as to letting you go rippled throughout his body, the tears rising to the surface, trying to dance their way down his rosy cheeks as he thought about how he might’ve convinced you to stay.

He hated to admit it but he was lost without you, you were his oxygen that kept his heart pumping and his muscles moving, never letting him die down. That was then, now he just survived through each day, relying upon music to keep him alive. One day he’d be stable on his own but the pain you left behind still burnt every inch of his body.

The memory that kept him awake the most was the one in which you’d officially torn him in two. On FaceTime, after 2 weeks of you both putting it off with excuses that you were busy, you’d explained through the uneasy tension that the distance had caused a rift, that you’d changed as people and just didn’t feel right together anymore. You’d told him though tears that you were fed up of shitty excuses as to why he couldn’t FaceTime, and crappy reasons from you as to why you couldn’t come fly out to visit him. He’d explained to you that you were his world and he loved you more than you could imagine and that he was sorry he could only prove it to you when you were there in his arms. He’d told you to look after his heart, that he’d given it to you a long time ago and wasn’t ready to have it back. He said when he needed it he’d be able to take it but for now it was yours, you’d claimed it many moons ago, your name etched onto it.

He’d hoped one day he might have you back. he’d told himself if you ever did return he wouldnt give you his heart, he’d hold onto it to keep it safe, to protect himself. He’d convinced himself that if he didn’t give you his heart a second time then your second story would never end, that you’d work through any distance, that you’d never be gone too long.

Okayyyy so I’ve got my Alevels (final exams of high school) and I’m stressed even tho I’m writing concepts and not revising but hey ho

All I need right now is Brandon sat at the end of my bed, all cosy and warm in one of his hoodies with his chains peeking through, sat crossed legged concentrating on the flashcards in his hands. Everytime I answer a question right I get a kiss on the lips until eventually he just throws the cards on the floor and we kiss and then kiss some more till our clothes are all over the bed and we’re naked wrapped up in eachother in the most intimate way possible, with my stupid psychology revision long forgotten about.

That’s all, thank you