🍻 + [text] you are probably the most infuriating person i’ve ever met…but you’re weirdly sexy. what i’m saying, is come over. // [text] who says you can’t have reese’s cups for breakfast? fucking losers, that’s who.
🍻 + [text] you are probably the most infuriating person i’ve ever met…but you’re weirdly sexy. what i’m saying, is come over.
[text]: ... How drunk are you right about now? Because I am not WEIRDLY sexy, I am OBVIOUSLY sexy. The infuriating part I will grant you, but you may as well be more frustrating person I know, and that is a long shot, at least you share the title with someone. You and I both know you can’t handle this, Dallas. Drunk or sober.
[text] who says you can’t have reese’s cups for breakfast? fucking losers, that’s who.
[text]: Every nutritionist you’ll ever encounter/anyone with an IQ higher than 70. Stop acting like a teenager, you are a teacher about to have a baby.
[text]: Just get in here and bring coffee, will you? I’ll handle breakfast, teach you how to eat like a normal person instead of shoving candy bars on your face instead. Try to keep you alive long enough to actually enjoy your kid?
🍻 + [text] fact: you’re adorable. also fact: you stink at board games. but i love you. , [text] i don’t like to leave loose ends and i realized i needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities. , [text] why the fuck would you do something like that? (from wes)
@grcmms
🍻 + [text] fact: you’re adorable. also fact: you stink at board games. but i love you. ,
[text - 2:03 a.m]: Did you mean to send this to someone else? I have a strange feeling you did, I am everything but adorable and you have letters to prove it.
[text 2:18 a.m]: It’s not my fault my knowledge in Jenga and Monopoly is limited, I didn’t knew those existed until I was nineteen years old and you are a sore loser, let me remind you.
[text 2:33 a.m]: And uh, the fact that you said THAT is what really makes me think you intended to send this to someone else entirely… Are you drunk?
[text] i don’t like to leave loose ends and i realized i needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities.
[text]: Well, self improvement and empowerment is always good.
[text]: But can you really expect me to act like nothing happened? Or like, looking at you after all these years doesn’t have a effect on me? Or that whatever happened didn’t hurt me? I get it, you may have not felt like me, or things happened and despite everything, I truly am glad to have you back and safe, Wesley, but you can not expect me to receive you with open arms into my life. That’s not how it works, alright? I am open to discussion and working past this, but I need… time.
[text]: I simply.. I am glad you are back. I was… I truly worry, sometimes.
[text] why the fuck would you do something like that?
[text]: LANGUAGE!
[text]: And you have no reason to talk to me like that. You were gone and everybody else I trusted left me, so don’t come to me thinking you have an ounce of saying on what I had to do to get through those times. Everything is fine, I worked it out, didn’t I? I’m fine now. Can we move past this and redirect that exact same question to you?
3,7,12 (tmi tuesday) // （・Ａ・）,（‐＾▽＾‐）// “Fuck this pizza.” // [text] You were drinking with me last night, I warned you., [Text]: Dumbass I drove... you sat in the passengers seat and steered with a paper plate.
3: Describe the underwear you're wearing right now.
“Well today I have my Victoria Secret ones on. They’re black, very lacy and also don’t leave much to the imagination. They’re not my favorite pair though, my favourite is not wearing anything.”
7: Do you like to talk dirty on the phone?
“Well, I do prefer being with the person actually having the sex rather than just phone sex. I do like to be a bit of a tease and sometimes the best way for doing that is phone sex, or talking dirty.”
12: Name three things that you consider weird or uncommon that turn you on.
“Hmm, I’m not sure if they’re considered weird anymore but I do like rough sex occasionally, a lot of teasing, I do like dominating occasionally and I like to be dominated. I don’t mind getting tied up too, lets just say I enjoy experimenting.”
（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?
Aurora considers abuse, rape, doing something illegal and murder the worst. She also hates discrimination. With her job as an FBI agent, she’s pretty much a stickler to the rules and would never do anything that hurts another person.
（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse's laugh sound like?
Aurora has got a really sweet laugh that’s pretty loud. It’s a little like a melody and catches the attention of those around her. It shows just how happy she gets.
“Fuck this pizza.”
Aurora let out a giggle at his words, pretty intoxicated. The two had made a detour into the nearest pizza shop on their way back from the club. The model was a complete foodie and always got some sort of junk food on the way back from a night, dragging along Dallas on this occasion. Poking his side, she shook her head. “It’s worth the wait! Nothing can beat a meat feast pizza with extra extra cheese! You’re just jealous that you’re not in the mood for food. I don’t understand that, drunken food is always the best kind of food.”
[text] You were drinking with me last night, I warned you.
[Text]: ..I can’t believe you didn’t stop me when I attempted to get behind the bar and serve people with my dress partially off
[Text]: I would have been completely screwed if Al wasn’t the one behind the bar. He got me out of there before I made more of a fool of myself. I blame you for everything, Dal.
[Text]: Dumbass I drove... you sat in the passengers seat and steered with a paper plate.
[Text]: Good! I was really worried if I actually was. We would have crashed. I think I may have had just a few more drinks than I should have had.
💕 // "I'm sorry I called you at 3AM. I needed you." // ☏: my muse's voicemail to your muse after a huge fight. // [text]: Guess who just got back in town. , [text]: Come on, come to the party!
Cora & Dallas: 52%
"I'm sorry I called you at 3AM. I needed you."
Cora pushed the door to her apartment open wider so Dallas could enter. She would be lying if his words didn’t worry her, and his weary, downcast appearance didn’t help to ease that concern. “Don’t you be sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t near my phone,” Cora replied, guiding him over to the sofa so they could sit down. “I’m here now, Dallas- can I still do anything?”
☏: my muse's voicemail to your muse after a huge fight
“Dallas? Shit- voicemails are the worst, you probably won’t even listen to this- anyway, I’m just going to go ahead and apologize. For being a real bitch earlier- it wasn’t my place to judge you, and that’s just kind of a problem of mine. One of many I’m trying to fix. I didn’t mean to go as far as I did. I guess I’m just trying to say you’re um- an important friend to me. So call me back or text or whatever.”
[text]: Guess who just got back in town. [text]: Welcome back. I’m guessing this calls for a trip to our favourite bar..
[text]: Come on, come to the party! [text]: You know I hate leaving my house unless I absolutely have to.[text]: I’m not a party person and your friends are going to think I’m weird.
“I love him! He’s my best friend! You know how people always talk about their brothers, how they would take a bullet for them, kill for them and all that crazy stuff? I never understood that feeling. I’ve had friends and all, but never to that level. And then this crazy idiot with a love for motorcycles and dogs and the outdoors and musicals comes along and— I finally understood what’ss it like to have a family. He is my brother. That simple.”
Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth
Alex stumbled through the kitchen to grab two glasses for him and Dallas, both males already drunk enough to make it almost an impossible mission to find anything in a dark room for them, both chuckling “Fuck that, direct from the bottle. That way we won’t have to do the dishes in the morning” he heard Dallas said and he obliged, smiling “You are a genius my friend. We should always drink from the bottle and eat from the box, we would never have to do dishes again. Imagine!” the blue-eyed chuckled, getting the bottle from a cabinet and handing it to his friend with a charming smile. He could barely see Dallas’ silhouette, the moon being their only source of light on the apartment. Out of nowhere, and to his amusement not for the first time in his life, Dallas reached out to grab his shirt and pressed his lips against Alex’s, except this time the kiss was more passionate and hungry and raw than any other they had drunkly (and soberly) shared. The special agent kissed his friend back, trying to match his intensity for a couple seconds, Dallas’ hands trapping him against the fridge whilst smothering him with all his weight as Alex’s head hit the metallic door, making him groan in pain. Almost immediately, his best friend broke the kiss to look him in the eye. Almost on cue, both males began to laugh uncontrollably, Dallas’ hands dropping to the sides as Alex pressed his own hand on his head “You sure you don’t like guys, dude? That was hot” his friend teased, making the blue-eyed smile “It was hot. But you couldn’t handle this, pal. But hey, get me more drunk and we can discuss picking where we left off before causing myself a concussion” Alex joked, winking at his friend.
Put “Fluff please” in my inbox and I’ll generate a number and write a fluffy starter for our muses based on what you get
Movie and pizza night on the couch
“How was work?” Alex inquired as he went through the Netflix menu with no agility, every now and then exiting the app on their T.V or playing a movie they hadn’t agree to watch in the first place. Dallas beamed in return “I think you are getting worse at this, dude. What are you trying to find? And please don’t say RENT, my heart can’t handle it right now, life is too hard as it is to add Angel’s death to the mix right now” the other pointed out, making the blue-eyed laugh “Believe me, the last thing I need right now is a freaking funeral scene with a sad version of a duet. Life is hard. I’m looking for something less emotionally scarring. Like Rocky or anything” Alex shrugged. Then, the tittle How To Lose A Man in Ten Days caught his attention as he eyed his friend, arching an eyebrow “That movie sucks” Dallas pointed out with an amused grin, handing Alex a beer and opening up the pizza box “Bullshit” the agent called out, playing the movie after the third attempt. He turned his head slightly to look at his friend as he grabbed a slice of pizza as he watched Dallas roll his eyes and do the same with a grin on his face “Kids are mental dude, seriously. High school kids are like little devils.”
Send 💭 and my muse will blurt out what they are thinking about yours!
“Dallas seems to be a great person and a great teacher. He’s a person I don’t mind talking to, I don’t mind being his friend in the slightest. I mean, it helps the fact that’s he’s attractive but more than that, he seems like a person I actually like to be around. I feel like we’re friends, nothing more but I wouldn’t want that.”
❣- What calms your muse down?
Already answered!
✿- Does your muse like the nature in general?
Aurora loves nature and being outside. For her it is a comforting things and she’s able to get away from things. Back in Los Angeles, she loves going for hikes and getting out in the nature where no one cares about who she is.
Send in -‘๑’- for my character's reaction to yours telling them to bend over
Aurora had spent the night at Dallas’, their night of drinking turning into something a lot different, spending the majority of the night awake before the two fell asleep, waking up at next day at noon. The brunette left the sleeping man in his bed, heading completely naked into the kitchen to make them something to eat. After waking Dallas up and forcing him to the table, the two ate pancakes with coffee before Dallas cleared away their plates and mugs. Standing up, Aurora let out a stretch, partially to get the attention of the boy. She let out a small smirk as she felt his hands run down her back, whispering in a husky voice to bend over. She bent over the table with a small smirk, looking round at Dallas, looking forward to what was to come.
Send in ♚ for a confession from my character on what turns them off
Aurora hates those who are the stereotypical rich person who thinks that they can do whatever they want. Although she doesn’t mind a bit of arrogance, she hates those who are really cocky and think that they are the best.
