miles anderson

Wesley Miles Anderson twenty-four || they/them || leo || junior majoring in music ; minoring in song writing aspiring rockstar and currently in a band ; barista by day and bartender by night ; single and ready to mingle -- or at least fool around ; blind as a bat and haven't shaved in years and killing it ; proud slut || gay-ish || non-binary || punk af

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TEXT MESSAGE. 📲😏 MIOLET

VIOLET: i think it was supposed to be a mixture of an insult and a compliment. idk. i’ve changed ur Facebook nickname and contact to “sex robot”. ur so lame

VIOLET: thank u. ur tolerable with a great face🙃

VIOLET: maybe??????

MILES: i'm honored. guess i should put my name to the test ;))) (i hope you know the next time we fuck i'm totally gonna make robot moans now)

MILES: ik i am. this face is fucking gorgeous don't lie

MILES: ya maybe. and if i go i'll definitely steer clear of you.

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TEXT📲 MITLES

MITCH: yes, actually

MITCH: the dragon dildo

MILES: BITCHHHHH

MILES: NO FUCKING WAY

MILES: MY ASS AND I ARE SO FUCKING READY

MILES: i want that dragon to erode my insides with it's breathe of fire

MILES: i literally already have a boner

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TEXT📲 MITLES

MITCH: guess what arrived in the mail today

MILES: my dick

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face to face // mileah.

LEAH: With a sigh, Leah got up from her bed and headed to the door. Why did she have to pretend she was good at handstands? Why did she have to put her perfect win streak at risk for Miles Anderson of all people? This was dumb. This was really dumb. But... she opened her door anyway. "You ready to go down?"

MILES: A cocky grin spread across Miles' face, and he only seemed to light up even more as he saw the soon to be loser. In all honesty, Miles' had no idea how to do a handstand, but he couldn't turn down a challenge, especially with the hope of sex. "In more ways than one." He winked at her, pushing his way inside. Eager to get started, he slipped his jacket off and tossed it aside, already opening the bottle of vodka he brought and gulping some of it down and then burping, before offering it to Leah, "As promised."

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TEXT MESSAGE. 📲😏 MIOLET

VIOLET: is that all you talk about?? sex?? that’s so awesome. and ‘kinda lame. you’re like a sex robot.

VIOLET: also rUDE. i’m totally better than tolerable. jerk☹️🙄😂

VIOLET: r u going to the masquerade thing?

MILES: was that supposed to be an insult? cause thats the best thing i've ever been called. from now on you may only refer to me as sex robot.

MILES: ur right you're tolerable with a great ass

MILES: maybe. it's supposed to be anonymous ya creep

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TEXT MESSAGE. 📲😏 MIOLET

VIOLET: beeeeep. rude. you’re no fun, Anderson. love me plz i’m great 😂💕

VIOLET: she’s great. we’re just not that close, that’s all.

VIOLET: nope. no way. finders keepers, right?? totally stealing #byeeeee 😜

MILES: i'm fun in the bedroom ;))) and you're not great, ur Tolerable.

MILES: wow she sounds like a bitch

MILES: i seriously regret giving you my number

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text message @ mileah.

LEAH: maybe. depends

LEAH: the sex is much more likely to happen if i win

LEAH: i don't think i'd be a good loser

MILES: good thing i'm right outside and ready to fight

MILES: (ง •̀_•́)ง

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TEXT MESSAGE. 📲😏 MIOLET

VIOLET: hiiiiiiii. i’m bored. give me attention please.

VIOLET: also you left your hoody here and I’m pretty sure my roommate is judging me for it.

MILES: if by attention you mean dick then sure. if not then fuck off.

MILES: sounds like your roommate is a judgmental piece of shit. with no taste. my hoodies are comfy and cute.

MILES: i want that hoodie back, thief.

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text message @ mileah.

LEAH: so ???? just let me win ??????

LEAH: yes. clearly.

LEAH: oh my god.

LEAH: they are not alternative facts??? they are real actual facts???? im really good at winning?????

MILES: um no.

MILES: maybe if you bribe me.

MILES: the sex is gonna happen after the handstands right? or are we gonna do the R rated spiderman???

MILES: is that a yes ?????? or a fuck yeah ??

MILES: nah you're just talking shit.

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starredsam:

So, what I’m getting is that you don’t actually wanna watch a movie?

Of course I wanna watch the movie, there is no better foreplay than Chris Evans’ abs. And Hayley Atwell touching those abs. But eventually I’m going to get a little too hot and bothered, if you get what I’m saying. 

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elliotjhummel:

Wow. Okay. 

Didn’t realize it was my fault that your father didn’t call. Am I not allowed to talk about my holiday?

Of course you didn’t, cause you were too busy complaining about how great your life is. Nah, you’re fucking not allowed to if you’re gonna be a whinny little bitch about it. You don’t see me making a post begging for sympathy. 

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mitchellpuckerman:

Clearly. 

Well I mean, you’re pretty damn good at both.

Fuck off, I know you love it. 

So true. I love it when you stroke my ego, almost as much as when you stroke my cock. 

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TEXT 📲 marles.

MARLEY: Only in your wildest dreams, kid.

MARLEY: At least buy a girl dinner.

MILES: don't worry you're already in my dreams, gorgeous.

MILES: done. as long as you're aware of my intentions, then fuck i could eat.

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text message @ mileah.

LEAH: losing.... is a kink of yours??? but why?

LEAH: no. trying to win sooner. there's a difference???

LEAH: good

LEAH: congratulations, i don't have a witty comeback for this one. fight me

LEAH: i'm sorta just stating facts, because im gonna win???

MILES: everything is a kink of mine that's how kinky i am

MILES: uhuh. clearly. that's why i'm coming over alone in the evening with a bottle of vodka.

MILES: nah i'd rather just take that as a cry for help. feeling adventurous, hot stuff?

MILES: shut up with your 'alternative facts'

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starredsam:

If anyone needs me, I’ll be chilling in my room with a ton of blankets. I’ve had enough of the cold weather for a few days, so I’m gonna do a Captain America movie re-watch, and guests are welcome. Warning, though, I only have one bag of extra buttery popcorn left, and I’m pretty sure I ate the last box of cookie dough bites I had left, so it’s bring your own snacks or for short, #BYOS. 

I’m going to have to pass, cutie. Unless this is all just code for one big orgy with sexy Chris Evans on in the background. Also I’ll spill my load before that piece of shit Civil War  comes on, cause that movie is dead to me and not to mention The Winter Soldier is gonna make me nut. 

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TEXT 📲 marles.

MARLEY: Made a milkshake even though it's freezing outside, I feel like my therapist would be both concerned and thrilled.

MARLEY: I was going to make a lame joke about there not being any boys in my yard, but then I realized I technically don't have a yard since I do not own this building. So. That was lame.

MILES: you're therapist isn't the only one

MILES: super lame. but i'd still come to your yard, or come in your yard. how about we just call your bed a yard?

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elliotjhummel:

I love the holidays, trust me, I do. But some years I think my dad takes things a little too seriously. He got a hotel room so we didn’t bother my roommate too much, but he just went… all out. Decorations everywhere, even went as far as trying to re-create a home-cooked meal out of microwavable items or things he ordered from takeout. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the effort, but… It was a little much.

My rambling aside, how was everyone’s holiday?

Boo fucking hoo. Get the fuck over yourself. My piece of shit father literally didn’t even bother to call this year, but it’s all fucking okay cause he sent a fuckton of money so I’d quit school cause I won’t amount to shit anyway. But poor you, fucking privileged brat.