House of Balloons

Yes, right now. We’ll find something I need.

#littlemissaurora #I AM #I AM FRIGHTENING

You don't even know what you need! You're so funny Aurora, alright, I haven't anything else to do..

The White Fairy || Micah & Ty

Micah found himself being ripped away from dreamland, once again. “What the fu…” He looked over, seeing Ty. A small smile crept on his drunken face as he realized what his friend had done for him. It was a sweet gesture. He felt that Ty really did care for him. “O-Okay.” His throat hitched in a small hiccup. The darker haired male pulled himself upright, grabbing onto Ty. He steadied himself for a minute as the room spun around him. He unbuttoned his pants, looking over at Ty. He watched the other male, curiously. Finally, he pulled off his pants and with them went his boxers. He tossed the articles of clothing to Ty. Micah flopped back onto his bed, stark naked.

Peeling back the comforter, Ty stood awkwardly until Micah's clothing hit him square in the chest. Looking down at the fish boxers in his hands, Ty's lips pursed in a displeased frown. Covering Micah's nude body with the comforter and tossing his dirty close into the hamper in the bathroom, Ty turned off the lamp light. He wondered if this was how Micah typically spent his nights when he partied or went out. He hoped that his friend had someone to take care of him when he got like this, though more than that he hoped that Micah didn't often get too crazy. Charging Micah's phone and leaving it on the side table, Ty said his goodbyes to a sleeping Micah, pushing the hair out of his eyes and leaving ibuprofen out for him. Drawing an unsteady smiley face on a post it and leaving it in his wake, he left the Stevenson home silently.

Well, we can always go shopping again….like right now!

#littlemissaurora #i am a monster don't bully me

Right now? Is there something you need?

The White Fairy || Micah & Ty

Micah furrowed his brow, keeping his eyes closed. His mind was trying so desperately to slip off to dream land, but kept getting ripped back into reality by his friend. He rolled over, leaving his back Ty. He started to fall back asleep when a series of snaps appeared in his face. His eyes fluttered open, regaining his composure. He rolled back over on his back, looking up at Ty. His eyes were bloodshot and glazed over. His mind was clearly running on empty. He nodded. “Y-Yeah…” Watching his friend slip through his doorway to fetch some water, Micah did his best to remove his shirt. It was a struggle, being so disoriented. The brunette threw the shirt onto the ground before rolling back over, refusing to even bother with the jeans.

Though not entirely sold on Micah's agreement, Ty made his way back downstairs. Stepping softly, he made his way to the kitchen, opening every single cabinet for glasses. Taking out two, he opened the freezer and scooped a handful of ice into the glasses before just using the dispenser on the front to fill them with water. When he got back to Micah's room, he wasn't surprised to see that he was already asleep and it was good he hadn't gotten his hopes up because he was still in jeans - which is no way to sleep. Placing the glasses down on the bedside table, Ty sat on the side of the bed, pushing at Micah's shoulder. "Last time," he promised the dark haired lad, "take your pants off so you can go to sleep. And then I'll be out of your hair." He waited expectantly, ready to pull back the covers when Micah rose to do as he requested.

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That’s always good to know. I’ll make sure to hold that against you, if you ever refuse to come to an event with me one of these days. Sure, that works for me. Wanna go grab lunch together tomorrow?

#wowalessandra #omf. you used math against me #How can I be twice as cute when you are the cutest?!#The limit does not exist so i cannot be more cute than you are

I could never, though, another pie-eating charity event might make me think twice about it. And I'd love to, what are you up for?

The White Fairy || Micah & Ty

Micah let out a loud unappreciative groan, feeling himself being roused from his death like sleep. He rolled over, rubbing his eyes gently. He shot the boy a scrutinizing look, gauging the situation. He had no idea how he had gotten home or why Ty was trying to wake him up. His hair and clothes were covered in a mixture of sweat and alcohol. Micah would be sleeping this off for a very long time. He sat up a little, feeling his body hitch as he became dizzy. “What are you doing here?” Waiting for an answer, Micah began to fall back into his unconscious state. His body slowly but surely slumped over, allowing the tall male to fall over onto the floor.

Frowning as the stench of the club hung on Micah an abysmal cloud, Ty was just relieved that he was more or less up. "I know you want to sleep, but you really need to get out of these dirty close." He said adamantly. As the other male started to slip, Ty couldn't help the litany of 'heys' that passed his lips as he tried to spark consciousness back into the tired, dark haired boy. The 'oh shit' fell before he could think, hauling the boy back up onto the side of his bed, Kneeling down to remove his shoes, Ty chalked this up as another reason to swear off drugs and alcohol. Snapping his fingers in front of his face, he tried again. "Micah, hey, Mic. Do you think you can get undressed the rest of the way yourself? I'm going to get you some water, okay? Take your shirt off Micah." He utilized the patience he saved usually for children to deal with this situation.

#littlemissaurora #pcemicah #ooc tag? what ooc tag?

littlemissaurora replied to your post:littlemissaurora replied to your post:*side-eyes...

YOU ARE NOT SCARY OR A MONSTER

ANNA LET ME LIVE MY LIFE. I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS LIFE, THE SCARY MONSTER LIFE CHOSE ME

pcemicah replied to your post:littlemissaurora replied to your post:*side-eyes that last...

what does that make you?

please do not use logic with me, i am allergic

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I’d love to see you too, it’s been way too long! When are you free?

#wowalessandra #yes! they must agree to meet somewhere but still block traffic.#it's the only way #and i am not even half as cute as you pls

For you? I'm free anytime for you, you know that. Maybe sometimes tomorrow?

The White Fairy || Micah & Ty

Micah held onto his friend as the pair exited the club. He could feel Ty’s muscles underneath his shirt, causing Micah to get a bit handsy. Ty was probably the best person for this situation, being so built. It made the track to the valet’s fairly easy. Micah felt himself being prodded into the car. He turned, struggling against his friend as he tried to exit the car. Giving up, he slumped back into his seat. The brunette leaned his head on the window as they pulled away from the club. He perked up a bit, hearing his friend’s voice. “I don’t know.” Micah turned, leaning on the middle console as he looked over at Ty with little space between them. His bloodshot eyes shot a clouded gaze toward the boy. Micah’s eyes grew heavier and heaver as the drive lulled him to sleep. The drugs were taking their toll as he crashed. His body went lip, his face landing against Ty’s chest. As the pair drove, Micah fell deeper into consciousness. He snored loudly, talking a bit in his sleep. His fun was over.

#pcemicah #the ocean is salty because of all the whale cum #i looked this up

Obeying the laws of the road, Ty even used his blinkers - a true model citizen. Hearing Micah's less than encouraging answer, Ty hit the buttons on the navigation back to the brunette's house. Looking over to see his friend a smooth two centimeters away from him, Ty let out a puff of air before focusing back on the road. Feeling Micah hit him, he looked over, ready to admonish him on how unsafe it was to interfere with the driver's concentration. Still, looking to see his friend asleep, the stress of the day finally freeing his features, and looking eerily calm and innocent was a new side of Micah. Patting his cheek, he left Micah there until they reached a red light. Taking the stop for granted, he pushed Micah back in his seat, leaning over the center console to recline the other male's seat so he could sleep comfortably. The ride was good overall, Micah's car handled well and he sang along softly to Sam Smith's croonings on the radio - positive that Micah was already asleep. The greatest hassle was after they arrived back to the large Stevenson house. He tried to rouse Micah but to no available. Taking the useless 21 year old in a fireman's carry, Ty made his way through the house, careful not to make any unnecessary noise and wake anyone. Three incorrect guesses later, he found what he could only assume was Micah's room. Setting the drunken male on his bed, Ty tried once again to wake him up. Shaking his shoulder in the light of his bedside lamp.

A fresh start is exactly what I need. Of course I donated my hair! You’re the sweetest, but thank you! You should have come shopping with me! It would have been a blast! I saw him right after I got it cut.

Well it looks really good, I'm really happy for you. You should have invited me, you know I'd take any excuse to hang out with you. Maybe next time.

#littlemissaurora

champagnerps

Everyone looks to us for guidance. As royalty we need to get a castle! Once we get our castle we can make pillow forts and watch old disney movies all day!

#littlemissaurora #OOC TAG? WHAT OOC TAG #excuse u i am scary. i am a monster

Or better yet we could get one of those modern tree houses. Those are really cool and then we can hold the best old disney screening parties in the West Coast.

#omgizzyb

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NAOMI

*fearsome roar* EVERYONE IS A TWINK

The White Fairy || Micah & Ty

Micah simply stumbled around the club, lost in his search for Conrad. The room was spinning, and he was becoming rather disoriented. He took a seat in one of the empty booths, trying to get a clear head. This was the part he hated the most: the crash. He shook his head, slapping his cheeks to wake himself up. Retrieving a small baggie from his pocket, he glanced around. No one seemed to notice him in the dark corner of the club. He emptied the white powder contained in the baggie onto the back of his hand. He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. The powder stung. It felt as if sparks were going off in his mind, electrifying his whole body as if he were Frankenstein’s monster. The tall male stood from the booth, forgetting what he was doing. He spun around, hearing his name being called. It was Ty. Micah stalked over to his friend, stumbling a bit. Eventually, he reached Ty, gripping his shoulder tightly to hold himself up. He leaned into the boy, dropping a bit to near Ty’s face. “Hey. Sorry. You wanna get out of here.” He laughed a bit, swaying back and forth. Noticing the drink, he took the Malibu. He downed it, setting the glass on the table. “I’ll drive.”

The back row of booths were mostly filled with people who were already passed out or couples in serious need of a private room. When grabbed from behind Ty suppressed the instinct to whirl around on the assailant, instead he turned calmly to see Micah standing dopily in his face. "Sure." He agreed, watching the glass disappear from his hand, though Micah probably did not really need it. Taking on the other's weight to keep him more or less balanced, they made slow progress, but it was progress. "No, you won't." Ty said adamantly, keeping a hold on the other male as they made their way to the door. "Where do you want to go anyway?" He gave the valet Micah's name, waiting for the car to be brought around by checking his phone and the time. Stopping the Stevenson's oldest son and wrestling him into the passenger seat and buckling his seatbelt before swinging over to the driver's side. Dropping his water into the other male's lap, Ty pulled away from the club happy to have made it out of the club before sunrise. "Do you really have a plan anymore?" He asked skeptically over the low radio in the background.

#OOC TAG? WHAT OOC TAG #don't tell me how to run my life #everyone is a twink if i say so

*side-eyes that last anon*

"I already miss my long locks, but this was a good decision for me. Now I look extra cute in scarves, but thanks for your very vague compliments of my new hair. Tate likes it though."

#littlemissaurora #*FEARSOME #i haven't a nice bone in my body. pls

They were nice, but it's a fresh look for a fresh start. Did you donate your hair or was it just a spur of the moment sort of thing? Well you already looked cute in scarves, but a plus is a plus. I'm glad my brother likes it as well. When'd you see him?

champagnerps

We’re both cute. We’re cuter than the royal family. I was watching my favorite; High School Musical: 3