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txt mssg ✉ evan & trenton

EVAN: Dude, I wasn't even shaming you. Let's be real, I /wish/ I was a little spoon. Getting cuddled like that? Must be AWESOME. But if you insist - sure, you're the big spoon, def.

EVAN: I could do it, yeah. I have a pretty great memory. Just tell me whenever their names whenever you fuck, then I'll remember them for you.

EVAN: I am already loud and proud. Be thankful you don't like on the 9th floor, 'cause I feel sorry for my neighbors for how fucking loud I get.

TRENTON: too late for me to back out now. you know all my secrets so you must be killed

TRENTON: shit really? what a friend you are. just don't get mad if we fuck the same girl

TRENTON: fuck that's hot

#( texts. )#( texts: evan. )

caseyking:

“I don’t think that word was called for, sir,” he said, practically scolding the man but regretted it almost immediately upon realizing that he didn’t seem happy to begin with. But he shrugged at the question. “I dunno. Maybe you have a friend named John. Lots of people are named John, you know. I don’t think there’s anyone in the world who doesn’t know anyone named John.”

Trenton really couldn’t stop the chuckle that formed in his throat from falling from his lips at the words this guy spoke. He had to be fucking joking, right? The addition of being called sir only made it even more comical. “You serious?” Trenton asked with his eyebrows slightly raised, trying to figure out what this guys deal. Sounded like he was some rich elite, but him vandalizing a building just didn’t add up. Whatever. “Can’t say I know anyone named John. Or they’re just too boring to remember.”

#( convo. )#( convo: casey. )#/ i love him already bye

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#( likes: all. )#( likes: music. )

TEXT ✉ — TRENTON

Chase: FINALLY you get to my point

Chase: grab my ass and call me cute

Trenton: you're so fuckin weird

Trenton: can i grab your ass and call you daddy

#( texts. )#( texts: chase. )#/ trenton is jOKING but that doesn't convey well through text lmao

jocelynhq:

“ oh, i promise, ” jocelyn muttered, watching the smoke from her cigarette rise, stark against the fat snowflakes. “ the next time some snotty privileged man baby mistakes me for a grovelling new intern and demands that i give them coffee, i’ll grab the coffee machine and start bashing their head in. ”

Trenton took his own drag of his cigarette as he listened to his ex start to speak, his gaze slowly moving towards her face so she knew he was listening. He let out a soft grunt when she finally finished what she had to say, and he was absolutely proud and a little turned on by it. “Go for it,” Trenton supplied, flicking his cigarette to let the ash fall to the ground. “Or turn that shit around on them and make them get you coffee. From the furthest fuckin coffee shop there is.”

#( convo. )#( convo: jocelyn. )

txt mssg ✉ evan & trenton

EVAN: I'm the chillest chill to ever chill, what are you talking about?

EVAN: I don't know, you just give off that vibe, you know? Anyway, bet you're a little spoon.

EVAN: Then you're just gonna have to test it out again. This time make sure you remember their names and how good they were. For future reference.

EVAN: Hey, I'm offended! How come you didn't think I was a womanizer? I have so much sex it's like I have a sign on my back saying "fuck me".

TRENTON: sure

TRENTON: ah fuck off. aint no shame in bein the little spoon. not sayin i do it though

TRENTON: sounds like a whole lot of fuckin work. do it for me

TRENTON: lot of girls don't showcase that kind of shit. but it's hot, trust me. be loud and be proud

#( texts. )#( texts: evan. )

ivxrys:

“Chewed on some pre-ground coffee seeds, while sipping on Rockstar and listening to Trash Metal” Ivy deadpanned, obviously not being serious. It just seemed like the lack of sleep was finally getting to her and she wasn’t so happy about it. “You know, I actually did not end up selling it, ‘cause I fell asleep right before I could post it. – I am not sure if anyone would buy it, though. It’s a… it’s an expensive car.” As she carried on, the woman just shrugged ever so lightly. “Ghost, and in Rolls Royce Ghost. Not really a name.”

One thing Trenton throughly enjoyed was someone with the same sarcastic humor he had, that Ivy had as well. It was probably the reason they were friends, or something along those lines. He couldn’t really tell you exactly why they were friends, just that they worked. “Sounds like my kind of night,” Trenton replied, only barely joking. Besides eating coffee grounds, that combination didn’t sound too bad to him. “Good thing. Coulda sold it for way less then woke up realizing you only got half of what you paid for it,” he said with a shrug. That would be a fucking nightmare. “Too bad. Kinda like it when people name their cars. Should think about it sometime.”

#( convo. )#( convo: ivory. )

bcrbies:

“aren’t you lucky then,” barbie said with a smirk. as far as she could, tell all of this go around with him wouldn’t wind up as a waste of her time. nor would it be a disappointment. with a barely audible chuckle, barbie only smirked wider at the raise of his brows. she wasn’t shy about advances or what she wanted— and this guy seemed like a perfect way to end her night. “oh really?” barbie couldn’t help but raised her brows, nodding her head absently to that statement, “and what about where i want it to be?” she asked as she thought about that question. “tequila,” she answered with a smirk.

“You could say that,” Trenton replied, taking this moment to really take the women in, his gaze moving down her body and then back up to her face. This night seemed incredibly promising; a whole lot more promising than he thought it would be, actually. It wasn’t that rare that Trenton met women who could hold there own, considering his apartment was filled with them it seemed, but it was still endearing and very attractive. He was already ready to go home with her, if he were telling the truth; and he always did. “I’m not picky,” he said with a small shrug, his lips pulling up into a smirk once again. “Got it,” Trenton nodded, nudging his head towards the bar before ordering them both two shots of tequila. “Need a lime or are you good with just the tequila?”

#( convo. )#( convo: barbie. )#/ wtf pls it's perfect

kennedyjakobsen:

Ready to rip the stranger to shreds — she’d apologised for gods sake — her sour mood diminished at the sight of Trenton. She huffed out a breath of air, pushing her sunglass to the top of her head as she eyed the blonde. Fooling around with him probably wasn’t her best choice considering her current situation with the opposite gender, but, she got along with him. He was a friend at least, and she liked that — something that was increasingly difficult for her. “Mm, the night was fine, more like rough morning,” she moaned. “I’m never touching alcohol again, Trenton.”

“What’d you do?” Trenton asked, curious as to what Kennedy was up to the night before that resulted in an incredibly uncomfortable and painful hangover; apparently. Trenton knew, himself, that he was getting too old to party all night without waking up feeling like death, and yet he still did it. He probably would never accept the fact that he was gettin’ old, espeically since a lot of the people around him were young as fuck. “You know, I say that shit every time I wake up hungover. Never fuckin’ sticks, though.”

#( convo. )#( convo: kennedy. )

dancelittleanya:

The question left Anya off-guard, not because of the question itself, but of who presented the question to be exact. But then again, she couldn’t blame him – curiosity can be hard to ignore. A perfectly sculpted brow rose up, regarding the man with sudden interest. “Well –.” Anya started, red lips slowly pulling upward into a grin. “I mean, yeah. Though that one’s more on the side of ‘ in the heat of the moment ’ thing.” she said offhandedly, humming as an afterthought. With her head slightly tilting to the side, amusement glowing beneath her blue eyes. “Why, Trenton, you into that sort?” the blonde asked, faced mask into pseudo-innocence, her turn to satisfy her curiosity.

When Trenton asked her the question, he definitely was not expecting her to reply to it, espeically sincerely. Trenton had the tendency to say things before thinking about it first, and sometimes that got him in trouble. He just figured life was too short to worry about what the fuck you were saying every second of the day. “Oh, yeah?” Trenton replied, his lips curved up into a small smirk as he continued to work on her car, trying his best not to picture Anya slapping some dude, or him, in the bedroom. It was a pretty damn good image, though. “Could be,” he said, looking over at her for a moment with his eyebrows slightly raised. “That an invitation?”

#( convo. )#( convo: anastasia. )

txt mssg ✉ evan & trenton

EVAN: It's the beard, yeah, mainly. But also the eyes. Gotta give it to you, dude, those are nice fucking eyes. Also, you're a pretty nice guy. And tall, too. Strong. I bet you're a killer cuddler. Boyfriend material AND fuck buddy material, you must be getting the best of both worlds.

EVAN: ...I wasn't gonna say it, but yeah, I kinda am? Not everyone, everyone. Just the girls I find attractive, or the ones I've hooked up with before. You should try it, I believe it'll double your chances of actually getting laid.

TRENTON: alright chill

TRENTON: also why does everyone think i'm a cuddler? it's a serious question

TRENTON: the thing is though, i don't really remember their names and if they were good or not

TRENTON: never took you for a womanizer. it's kinda hot

#( texts. )#( texts: evan. )#/ lmao it's such a mess i love it

txt mssg ✉ evan & trenton

EVAN: Hey, you know what I mean. I find you... pleasing to look at. If I were into dudes, you'd be the first to know. Not only know, you'd be the first to check that out for a fact.

EVAN: Also, if I had to be a man, I'd totally want look like you. Killer beard, man, very pleasing to my aesthetic.

EVAN: I never /need/ help getting laid, but every once in a while I find that I could get down with a wingman.

TRENTON: is it the beard? it's always the beard

TRENTON: i do get a pretty good amount of action, so somethins gotta be working for me

TRENTON: so what, are you texting everyone in your contact list to see who's down to fuck? nice strategy, gotta try it

#( texts. )#( texts: evan. )#/ stop playing with hIS HEART

#( ooc. )

TEXT ✉ — TRENTON

Chase: Sure you do it's very round and supple. Good for grabbing

Chase: 😎

Trenton: do you want me to grab your ass or something

Trenton: is that what this is about

#( texts. )#( texts: chase. )#/ listen. i'm in love with chase

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