otp aesthetic’s: You Won’t Lose Me aka Kyler - Tyler & Kaylan
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otp aesthetic’s: You Won’t Lose Me aka Kyler - Tyler & Kaylan
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My Muse (Tyler/Kaylan)
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Tyler left the letter on Kaylan’s bedside table.
I’m never good with words, I’m better with visuals and written words which I can edit. I love you. I don’t say that near enough Kaylan but you’re my everything. If I lost my vision or hearing and could no longer be apart of movie making I’d be okay with that because you’ve made me more than complete. I know I’m driven and can seem distant, but I’m so glad you haven’t given up on me. I’m learning.
I love you.
I love being close with you. You’re the only person in the world I like to hold and be held by. You’re my exception, my muse, my love. Don’t ever forget that. That will never change baby. I will always love you and want to protect you. Back when we just met in high school, I had no idea that I’d run off and marry you, that you’d be my first and only, that you’d inspire me more than anything else in my life has to be a better person, to have fun, and write things I never could have before I met you.
I don’t like Valentines day, not for any life scarring reason, I just think you shouldn’t have to be told to show your love to someone. With that being said, we’re not going out to dinner. We’re staying home, and I’m going to cook because I want to and I know you deep down really do love the idea of this day. Let’s face it you’re a big softy Kay, and I love you for it. So, I’m going to cook, but we’re not going to eat before we have all the sex in the world because- we’d be way too bloated and get sick, it really just won’t be fun. Enclosed is a visa gift card for 50 bucks, go to any sex store or just be creative like I know you are, whatever you want to do, today is the day. I love playing with you and I’m looking forward to all of it. Love, your husband Tyler Wilkes PS. I have tomorrow off so we can just relax and sleep in. Text me when you wake up, I’m at work.
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he hated the way the words settled on the tip of his tongue, begging to be let go in a manner that would hopefully have her breath stuttering in her lungs. some sort of visible reaction that would give august the justification for the terrible person he’s become. it’s difficult to look at her, nevermind stand beside her, because his heart gives an all too familiar lurch in his chest before it’s plummeting to his stomach and august knows there’s no one to blame but himself. ( his memory still burned of the wrinkled bed sheets and the reluctance he exaggerated whenever she had to borrow one of his shirts for the sake of softening whatever assumption anyone who saw her leaving his apartment at 8am would have. )
august’s hand tapped once to the countertop, grabbing the orange juice so he had an excuse to turn around and ignore the faded bruise on the left side of her neck. it’s disgusting, the amount of jealousy that managed to wash over him because of something so mediocre. why he bothered to step into the apartment at all is something august can’t quite remember now. “well,” he finally breathed. “roland wasn’t answering his phone, so. when you see him, tell him i stopped by, ok?”
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aaron was the type of guy who liked to stick to his routine, his books, his numbers. socializing, enjoying the given standard of entertainment was never something he would get himself into. and on rare occasions that his friends made him, he’d find himself stuck in some corner with a girl in front and either no words to come or too many for her to handle. so he now sat quietly, smiling from his lonely spot in full hope no one would approach with an intention to make a small talk, until someone sat right next to him and he had no choice but to engage. “i’m sorry, do you wish i move?”
Luck and Rowan, Dawson and fin, Aden and Addison and chara
luck and rowan.
who picks the restaurant on date night.luck is saying that it would be him because he knows all the better places to go and has adopted a mentality that only the most ornate restaurants are fit for her to step into, but i think we all know that rowan’s always going to have the last word. so.
who stands outside with a radio over their head after a fight.ugh. cliché as hell, but i guess if i had to choose someone it would be luck. he’s probably got a misconception for the first couple of months that she’s all wrapped up in those generic acts that happen in romcoms so he plays them out all the time. maybe not by holding a radio over his head, but he’s definitely the first to apologize. even if he doesn’t think what he did was particularly terrible.
who instagrams everything they do together.maybe rowan?? i don’t think luck cares too much about instagram, or social media in general. and i feel like his feed’s more filled with pictures of just her so that he can brag about how swell she is in the caption rather than, like, of them eating ice cream cones or whatever.
the music is loud. completely shattering through finley’s headspace, so he’s got to use an extra dose of effort to meander through the dense crowd of people. it probably doesn’t help that he’s teetering over the blurred line between buzzed and full-on drunk, lower lip painted crimson by the way his teeth keep gnawing into it. he can’t find dawson anywhere. and it might have been skewed as overbearing, but that’s pretty fucking worrisome considering the recent activities she decided to pass her time with. they shouldn’t have even been here, if fin wanted to be completely honest with himself. it was her damn coercion skills and his inability to tell her no that had led him trapped between some shitty dubstep music and a kitchen now empty of liquor. “fuck,” he muttered under a breath as he finally broke through the mess of people, stumbling into the near vacant dining room. ( @codeinequeens )
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“one night.” it was an offer, not a plea, and luck even had to straighten out his shoulders a bit more to shake off whatever sensitivity had begun to clung onto the words. he wasn’t ever going to outright beg for someone’s attention, but he would be damned if he didn’t try harder on this one. “it’s free food, better company than what you get here, and a night off.” that alone should have been enough, in his mind. luck knew well enough the owner of the club didn’t give two fucks about whatever excuse the girls would come up with; nights off were hard to come by with the constant stream of regulars. “and whatever other shit you wanna do. sounds like a win-win in my book.”
its her blog. let her rp with who she wants. this isn't a job. she doesnt owe anyone a reply if she isn't feeling it. and making her feel bad about it sure as hell isn't gonna get a reply any faster. leave people alone. don't drag them for doing something they enjoy.
thank u sm for saying this cutie !!