#valor-rowe

[busybeecabrera]

😉,👠,🌼,💔,💲

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

Bee will literally try anything once, but biting, scratching, or roleplaying are total turn-ons. Also, people over 5′9″ make them go weak in the knees.

👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like?

It was with a girl named Cameron and lasted about two years. They met at cosmetology school; Cameron was there for hair tech and Bee always let her experiment with coloring on their hair. They originally wanted to go into business together, but Cam didn’t want to move to LV and they had too many differing views, so they split up. They still talk occasionally, though.

🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding?

HUGE, HUGE WEDDING. Bee would be the type to spend their life’s savings on the thing, just because. They’d definitely make their own wedding dress and bridesmaids outfits, though.

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?

Honestly, they really haven’t had their heart broken, yet. Mostly because they’ve only seriously dated three people in their life and everything’s ended mutually.

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

If they were directly paid for the service, yeah.

[jonnyboywinchester-blog]

✉️❤️☢ (Nova)

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text         iMessage; Did you ever have feelings for Jax?

send ❤ for an i fucking love you text          iMessage; I just wanted to tell you how great you are. You’re always there when I need you and you lift me up. Love you, Starshine. You’re amazing. <3

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text           iMessage; Novaaaaa! ccome otu with meeee. I wannna do a bodyshot off u. ;)

[alexanderwarren-archive]

☀, ✉, ❤, ✔ (Nova)

@xx-supernova

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text

[text]: Morning, pretty lady. If you have a gentleman home, mind asking him how he takes his coffee? I’m on my way. Bagels too! I have news.

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[text - unsent]: I’m so glad to have you in my life. Things have been so crazy lately with me, it’s been hell actually, and it’s so nice to have someone so pure and nice as you. I really hope I don’t fuck this up, I really like spending time with you.

send ❤ for an i fucking love you text

[text]: Text me when you get home, I need to know you are okay. 

[text]: Seriously, won’t be able to sleep until you text me, missy. Love you. 

send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text

[text]: Do you trust me?

[text]: Then if you don’t trust yourself enough to believe you can and will get a degree one day, trust ME. I won’t stop until you do. I swear. Trust me. You can and WILL do this.

[angelicarogers]

✉, ☢

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[text - unsent]: Do you ever wonder what if? 

[text - unsent]: Would it be different if we weren’t as messed up and actually had romantic feelings for each other? I do. 

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[text]: Your face is obnociously handsome. 

[text]: Obnoxiously* dammit. 

[text]: You are obnoxious. I cannot phantom a reason for me to be friends with you and yet here we are. Me texting you at 3 a.m. 

[text]: I want to meet Ares. 

[angelicarogers]

ᕤ

“I was wrong. There’s nothing sweet about you.”

“You say it like it’s such a bad thing” the brunette replied with a catty smirk before shrugging her shoulders lightly, taking a deep breath before leaning in closer to his ear, his lips barely brushing his earlobe “I can be very bad-behaved if needed be” Angelica murmurs before facing him again with an almost angelic smile, her doe eyes sparkling with amusement and fondness “I can be considerate when I care about someone” she adds before pulling her lower lip with her teeth, gently “And I can be a straight up bitch if someone gets either in my way, my nerves or messes with someone I love. Hell, I can be all of that at once” then, the club owner flashed a smirk to the photographer, tilting her head slightly “But sweet? Never.”

[angelicarogers]

"let's figure this out. Tell me how you feel about me?"

The club owner blinked a couple times upon hearing Valor’s query, her orbs focused on his own as she searched for answers, for an indication or a way to persuade him into changing the subject. That was the downside of feeling so comfortable around someone: not being able to lie to them, nor hide your deepest secrets from them. “I—” she began with a quivering voice, chewing on her lower lip anxiously and apologetically before shifting her gaze to her lap, fidgeting. The ever eloquent brunette began to struggle with words, not quite any type of semantics she could use to express what was happening in her mind. “What’s the difference, Val? Would anything change if I said I do have feelings for you?” Angelica inquired, her voice barely a murmur as her brain began to work on eighteen scenarios of how things could end between the pair if she did. All of them wrecking them apart, each one of them ending in heartache.  They had been friends for so long, they had been co-existing in eachother’s thoughts and lives for so long, changing their system appeared to be a sacrilege. She finally looked up at the male with uncertainty while taking a deep breath, placing her hand on his chest whilst taking step closer to him “Would you think different of me?” then she quirked up an eyebrow “Do you feel something for me?”