#daltxnrxss

☢  five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do.

posing in the bathroom at pearl waters, debating on whether to send one to nova. “should i? i should. no, that’s weird. maybe? just do it. shit, did that send to dalton? okay it didn’t, okay, i’m cool.” 

day before the campfire party, taking a bath and relaxing after hitting a tree while snowboarding, on snapchat. “You all, I almost died today. Dead serious. I hit a tree. On a snowboard. My clothes are covered blood and I have never been happier to have Evie here. Woah, camera, watch yourself, don’t take a picture of that, it’s private property. WAIT has this not even been recording?! SHIT NO DON’T SEND THAT TO HIM, HE HATES ME.”

day of the second party on holiday, in a hot tub and glad that the others weren’t around. “No, that one looks weird. That one does to. That lighting’s off. Ew, is that what it looks like that way? No, he’s just going to have to wait until I get in better lighting.”

the morning after their night together, while cooking and waiting for him to wake up. “I mean, he’s seen it, so it isn’t weird, right? But he’s like ten feet away, so it’d be weird to send him one when he’s like right there, right? Does he even want one? Okay, whatever, I’m doing it--HEY KYLIE WHAT’S UP WANT SOME FRENCH TOAST, I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING.”

on the plane back, in the bathroom, wondering how best to suggest they join the mile-high club. “Oh my god, why is airplane lighting so awful? Wait, what is that weird thing? Is that..no, that’s just a freckle, okay. Wait, I have a freckle there? Do I have any others?” 

on the beach, just returned from holiday, laying in the hammock he set up after the first party. “Wow, that one actually looks good. Like, really good. Alright, send that, before I decide against it.” here

▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.

at the first party, throwing lemons. ah shit, he’s actually really cute when he’s irritated. stop, no, bad ian, bad.

in the kitchen after he got back from the hospital, handing him a bag of peas. oh my god, how the hell could’ve i done that? maybe if i just kiss it better..no, dumbass, he’s clearly terrified of you, stop it. give him space.

during their task together, walking through the trees. okay but he’s like right there, obviously, and he’s acting alright, so- no, focus, stop it, he hates you, remember?

on the plane to the mountains, definitely not being creepy watching dalton nap. oh my god hes so cute, what the fuck, how the hell, i am personally offended by his cuteness. how dare he. no one is allowed to be that cute and i will punish him with kisses becau- NO IAN STOP IT SIT BACK DOWN.

on holiday, cooking dinner for anyone who happens to walk by, glancing over occasionally as dalton reads by the fire. wait, what book is that? shit, that’s a good book, he has good taste in books too. god damn it, can he be at least a little less attractive? i bet he’s super warm, too, right now, all snuggled by the fire, and it would be so great to just sit beside him and also read and then just give him random kisses and- OH SHIT THE FOOD IS ON FIRE.

on the plane back from holiday, watching dalton look out the tiny plane window at the clouds. holy shit he looks so gorgeous right now, how is it even possible to look that good? wait shit he caught what do i do what do i do what, wait, that’s right, that’s a thing now isn’t it? wow his lips are so soft, i wonder where he keeps his chapstick?

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

3.59am: what are you doing right now  | unsent 

4.01am: shit you’re sleeping aren’t you | unsent 

4.05am: i want you to know that i think i actually really like you? | unsent 

4.10am: like a lot more than i actually thought i did | unsent 

4.12am: like enough to want you to move to boston after the show. | unsent

4.13am: or ill move to wherever you are even. | unsent

4.15am: as long as we’re together, i guess. | sent

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

“a handful of people here, which might bite me in the ass, but, i guess that’s a possibility with trust. obviously nova, kylie, and ada. i trust dalton and ian, too. i’d say those five i could tell just about anything to, and they’d keep it on the dl.”

😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh.

“who doesn’t make me laugh?”

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

“michelle. she’s beautiful, talented, and according to new information she’s got a magic mouth.”

👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget.

“i met michelle phan once, and she’s the queen of beauty youtube. like, there wouldn’t be influencers today without her paving the way. i love her, and, girl, you don’t get the credit you deserve.”

i’m gonna be basic and say a midsummer night’s dream. ian would play oberon. olivia would be titania. dalton would be lysander. odd would be puck–come on, that’s obvious. kylie would play hermia. lydia would play helena. cliff would play nick bottom. mason would play peter quince. nick would play francis flute. mylori would play robin starveling. sebastian would play theseus. i would be hippolyta. eric would play egeus. michelle, aelita, nova, and mallory would play peaseblossom, cobweb, mote, and mustardseed respectively. avery would play snug. and davenie would play the philostrate.

Send ✆ for a morning text

11.42am: morning gorgeous11.43am: want some waffles?

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

10.12pm: so i’ve decided that i am not falling in love with you10.13pm: i refuse to10.14pm: we barely know each other and i refuse to get this attached to you when i don’t even know if you’re going to break me

Send ☎ for a rushed text

5.27pm: i need you to stop5.28pm: i can do this whole take it slow thing5.29pm: except when you come out of the ocean dripping wet with your shorts all clingy okay5.30pm: so i need you to stop

Send ☏ for a loving text

2.13pm: i just a saw a dolphin2.14pm: and all i could think is how excited you would be2.15pm: come out here and watch dolphins with me

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

8.42pm: why are you sp prettttyyyyyy8.42pm: like sooooo pretty8.43pm: n i love that yur so ptrrey

Send ø for a late night text

1.21am: so i know that we’re taking it slow1.22am: but i could really use some physical interaction1.23am: and you’re the one that I want it from

Send ✘ for a hateful text

send 🍹🔁 for my muse to confess something to your muse while drunk

drink after drink she wanted to get the sight out of her head get the thought out of her head but with each sip she took the thoughts strengthened and she soon found herself leaving  Bayview and making her way to Dalton’s place. everything around her was a blur as she walked in the house and to his room where she found him lounging reading and when she entered he looked up worry written across his face and he should because what she was about to say was something she had gone back on from their talk on the beach. “i keep telling you i’m going to be okay, that i’ll get over everything that’s happened, but i can’t. i can’t just get over any of it because i did care for you so much and i did have a thing with ian and the only rule we had was no feelings but when i left you i fell and i fell hard, and seeing you two together kills me, and hurts me and i don’t think i can just get over it.” she said looking from the boy to the floor, her drunken mind swirling. when she heard movement she looked up but only shook her head when she saw the boy move closer to her, “i-im sorry... i have to go.” she said quickly turning and rushing out of the room and out of the house running back to her house where she stood against the door letting out a breath. 

in this moment she didn’t know what she was thinking all she knew was she was falling and she was falling hard. she knew if she stayed she’d never leave she’d never what to leave his side and she knew that could potentially be bad, because she’d find a way to ruin it, she always found a way to ruin it. that’s what she was sitting up in bed the two shared, thankful that for this moment the boy was a heavy sleeper. she could easily feel her fear creeping through her veins, that something bad was going to happen and the idea of him leaving her if she stayed kept repeating itself in her mind. she couldn’t live with that fear and even though she loved it here and possibly loved the sleeping boy beside her she carefully stood from the bed and quickly, but quietly, gathered everything that was connected to her packing it in a small suitcase keeping her tears at bay. when she was finished she made her way back to the bedroom now noticing his change now that she wasn’t in the bed, seeing him hold her pillow close to his chest, the sight broke her heart more that she almost backed out of leaving knowing this was going to hurt him, he was going to wake up and it was going to seem as though she never existed. she let out a quiet breath as she made her way over to where he laid standing in front of him pushing back his hair and leaning down pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, careful not to wake him before she pulled away placing her phone on the counter as she headed out of the house getting into a cab and heading to the airport, now the tears at bay freely falling.

❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders

Ian had been pretty positive that taking things slow was going to eventually kill him, but he truly believed that Dalton was purposefully teasing him now. It was hot on the island, sure, and everyone seemed to enjoy the loose-fitting clothing that allowed their skin to breathe, but really, was this necessary? Dalton had stolen one of Ian’s various tank tops and was wearing it around the house. Not only did it appeal to Ian’s territorial side, but it highlighted the guy’s shoulders and collarbones better than it ever had on Ian. He shook his head, pressing a kiss to said collarbones. “I’ll be back in a little bit, alright? I gotta go take a shower.” He said, already cringing at how cold the water would feel on his skin. “You’re welcome to join me anytime, though.” He said, biting the other’s neck before darting up the stairs to avoid retaliation.

❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back

It was rare that Ian woke up after Dalton; he’d always been a pretty light sleeper, so even at the latest, he would wake up when Dalton did. Putting his glasses on and seeing the other wandering around in just a pair of shorts was a surprise, albeit a pleasant one. “Mm. Maybe I should sleep in more often.” He said, watching the muscles move in Dalton’s back as he got dressed. “Wait, no, don’t put clothes on. I wanted to tempt you into coming back to bed.” He teased as he curled up in the blankets and grinned.

❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty