#brock starter

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Open to: Females Muse: Brock Based on: This

Brock hated the fact that his voice was shaking, he was usually so damn in control, especially of his emotions, but she’d gotten so under his skin it was impossible for him to even attempt to be logical about the situation. Inhaling deeply, his hand running through his short hair as he spoke to her voicemail.

“Listen, uh. I’m sure that, I’m not really the person you wanna talk to er, but.” he paused…did voicemails have time limits anymore? It didn’t make any sound to indicate it cut him off so he continued. “I’m sorry, I know I fucked up, I’m sorry, I just. I miss you.” he could feel his voice about to break on him and so he hung up the phone, shoving it back into his pocket. “Fuck.” He needed a drink.

[weareviolencexo]

"Let me have my damn coffee before you start this shit.."

[oldestwounds]

Connections: open to m/f; any connection

Brock had so much shit he had to get rid of it wasn’t even funny. He’d been sick the week before and had barely sold anything, so tonight he had to move a ridiculous amount of product, but he knew this house party was the perfect place to do just that. When he walked in he headed straight for the kitchen to grab a few drinks since he hadn’t had anytime to pregame like he’d wanted. While he was fixing himself a drink, he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned, his usual smirk forming on his lips. “Well, well, well, what can I do for you?” he asked as he took a sip of the strong concoction he had just put together. 

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Open to: Males & Females Muse: Brock - 25-30 - Drug Dealer Connections: Any, go wild. (Really just wanted to use this gif lmao)

"What the fuck?" Brock mumbled, as he felt the sun hitting his eyes and feeling far too warm to be coming from a window. He fumbled around looking for his phone, pulling it from his pocket to read the time; 11 AM. Looking at the other standing over him his brows furrowed as he raised a hand to shield his eyes. "Why the fuck did you let me sleep out here this late?" he asked, registering that he was out on one of the couches in the yard.

[oldestwounds]

open: females muse: brock

“Whoa princess, take it easy.” he said, pulling his hand from the girl and shoving it into his pocket as a smirk found his lips. He shook his head slightly as a scoff fell from his lips. “I’m yer drug dealer sweetie, not your boyfriend.” he clarified, pulling a hand from his pocket to grab the joint that rested on his ear and bringing it to his lips. “Just cause we’ve fucked around doesn’t mean I’m ever gonna be more than just yer dealer.”

[oldestwounds]

open: m/f muse: brock based: halloween starter

“Do we seriously have to go all the way to a pumpkin patch?” he asked, shaking his head slowly. Sure, he had agreed to participate in their pumpkin carving tradition, but he hadn’t realized they’d be so over the top with it. “Why can’t we just get one at like, the grocery store?” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. 

[oldestwounds]

@potstickerhero​ liked for a Christmas Starter 🎄

“When I said I’d help you get a real Christmas tree, I didn’t mean pick out the biggest fucking one they had.” Brock said with a small shake of his head. “How do you even plan on getting this thing in your house?”

[oldestwounds]

Connections: ex gf, gf, hookup, stranger

Brock shrugged his large shoulders as he stared at the other. They had just walked in on him fucking someone else. It wasn’t like it should have come as a surprise. Brock was shit, and he was pretty sure he had warned them as much. But her yelling was beginning to grate on his nerves, and he held up a hand to hopefully shut her up. “I think you’re mistaking me for some good guy, whose gonna care that I hurt your feelings.” he interrupted, looking to the side for a moment before letting his dark eyes find hers again. “Problem is, I don’t care.