sweet talker

clearing her throat, melissa set the flowers off to the side on a table, mentally reminding herself to put them in a vase when she got back, grabbing her purse as well in one swift motion. checking the inside: money, phone, keys, pepper spray, just the usual stuff. giving hayden another a smile, trying to shake off whatever nerves she had. “great, yeah, i’m all ready.” stepping outside, she shut the door behind her, turning to lock to it before throwing her keys back into her bag.

It had also been a while since she had been out on a date? That made him feel a lot better, “Well, if it’s not too much of a surprise, it’s my first time in a while too.” He told her as they walked to his car, hoping it would make them both less nervous. “Here’s to new beginnings, right?” Opening the side of the door for her, he beckoned her to get it. His father had taught him manners and remembers a certain time when he talked back and he might have gotten his ass beat… After that, he made sure to be the most mannered guy in the room.

Jogging to the other side, he began their journey to Ollie’s, “Are you a fan of Ollie’s?” He asked, giving Melissa a smile as they made their way to the restaurant. He remembered his first time… with her. If it were up to Hayden, they would eat the same meal over and over, but his ex, had a jar full of random restaurants in it and every Friday and Saturday they would choose a random place and neither could say no. She was the adventurous one out of the two of them. “I used to go… with someone. Their pasta is fantastic.” He got quiet, trying avoid talking about her was going to be hard, so it was better if he kept quiet.

Send me a symbol for a:

✌ - Drunk/drugged text

❤ - A heartfelt text

⚠ - An emergency text

☾ - A bedtime text

✈ - A text while travelling

Their first impression of your muse:

Current impression:   

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

what song makes you feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

what’s your favorite candle scent?

what flower would you like to be given?

who do you feel most you around?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what color brings you peace?

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

what calms you down?

what’s something you’re excited for?

what’s your ideal date?

how are you?

what’s your comfort food?

favorite feel-good show?

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

compliment the person who sent you this number.

fairy lights or LED lights?

do you still love stuffed animals?

most important thing in your life?

what do you want most in the world right now?

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self?

favorite piece of clothing?

what’s something you do to de-stress?

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in?

which character would you want to be?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night?

As she opened the door, he smiled, admiring her. She was really pretty, he could appreciate that. He was glad she had agreed to go on a date with him. His first time trying to get out there and a rejection would have definitely hit his ego hard. Giving her a chuckle, “Do people still do that? Give flowers on dates?” Making a joke seemed to relax him, and hopefully her. “I hope you like it, and if you don’t, no worries!” Laughing, at himself, he just tried to calm himself, but his heart was beating a mile a minute.

He hoped she hadn’t recognized that he was an awkward guy. Then he thought about Chris and their texts. He knew he was teasing him, but when he had said to practice safe sex, it made Hayden anxious. He was a gentleman, but what if the opportunity had arisen? What would he do? Would he just excuse himself and leave? Jesus Christ, dating was fucking complicated. “Whenever you’re ready, we can head on out. I got us those reservations at Ollie’s.“ 

do they? melissa could’ve lied, and said ‘sure,’ as if she had all the answers, when in reality, she was as clueless as him. a certified workaholic, it had been a while since she’d gone out with someone, much too long to remember if flowers were a first date staple. letting out a soft laugh, she shook her head, “it’s been a while since i’ve been on a date, so uh, i don’t really know.” taking the flowers from his hand, she smiled, nonetheless, “no, i really like them, thank you.”

clearing her throat, melissa set the flowers off to the side on a table, mentally reminding herself to put them in a vase when she got back, grabbing her purse as well in one swift motion. checking the inside: money, phone, keys, pepper spray, just the usual stuff. giving hayden another a smile, trying to shake off whatever nerves she had. “great, yeah, i’m all ready.” stepping outside, she shut the door behind her, turning to lock to it before throwing her keys back into her bag.

Location: Ollie’s Closed: @mclissaisms

Fiddling with his tie, Hayden wondered what he was doing… Going on a date, his first since his ex had left. God he looked like an idiot. Pushing up the visor in this car, he pulled the tie off and tossed it in the dashboard. Maybe he should have gotten a haircut, or something to making him look ‘nicer.’ Since the divorce, he just didn’t care and let his hair grow out. Chris fucked with him because of it. It was too late though, he was sitting outside of Melissa’s place, having a crisis in his car.

     The rain drummed its fingers on the low tin roof, the sound echoing across the empty space of the boxing gym; harsh and sharp against his ears. The boxing gym was a place Rourke often found himself other than The Pint when he needed to unwind, or occupy himself with something other than the gurgling sound of somebody choking on their own blood from his last kill. Rourke had found himself here more often than not since his father’s death, his grief and the weight of the loss driving him to seeking release from his skin splitting on his knuckles as they struck the punching bag instead of finding solace in somebody else’s bed.

(  It wasn’t the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but it beat the alternative. )

Each strike of his knuckles against the leather sounded like a clap of thunder, masking the squeaking of the swinging doors and the footsteps on the vinyl flooring until he felt their presence behind him. ❛❛ You looking for a demonstration or somethin’?  ❜❜ He pressed his lips together, voice wringing with indignation; stormy blue eyes fixed on the punching bag.

people wouldn’t have thought melissa was the type to box. punching things in a rage seemed so different than her usual airy, cheerful personality. she may have been the baker with a smile on her face to most people, but everyone had another side to them. and melissa’s side? pent-up frustrations, a tendency to overthink, and the constant feeling of helplessness in her. she’d taken boxing when she was younger, as sort of a self-defense mechanism, but continued on with it, because it helped her let go of the thoughts that often plagued her mind.

making her way into the boxing gym, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder and an open jacket exposing her sports bra, melissa hadn’t realized that it was just the two of them. she couldn’t help but watch, not meaning to intrude on his time. he seemed... consumed with grief. and she couldn’t help but feel fascinated by his movements.

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

Is this what you waited for? Just to be alone?

I had to let them go

No one cares to talk about it

I fear I might break

It’s really not your fault

I’ll never let this go

One day I’ll get sick of saying that everything’s alright

It takes some time to let you go

We could follow you nack home

Are you watching me?

You never said this isn’t what you wanted 

I fear I can’t take it

I won’t stop holding on

Here we go again

I’ve seen you cry way too many times

You don’t know what love is

Please, don’t get me wrong

Just don’t let me fall asleep

I’ve seen love die too many times when it deserved to be alive

Are you listening?

If you thought I’d leave, you’re wrong

I think we have an emergency

Can’t say I’m sad to see you go

Now I feel like I don’t know you

I can feel the pressure

I will never again have to answer to anyone

Some things I’ll never know

We’re better off without you

You give up every chance you get

You do your best to show me you love me

Forget the things we swore we meant

I can’t find the words to tell you I don’t want to be alone

Send me a symbol.