#gconvo

( open starter; contains: alcohol, drugs )  →  gregory wiggs

“ venga, joder... uno más, ¿todavía es pronto, no? la noche es joven, no tratéis de joderla. “ dijo antes de servirse un chupito más. podía notar cómo el alcohol quemaba su garganta a esas alturas con cada trago que daba; pero en días como ese nada parecía ser suficiente.

Speaking of that, Grace started to exchange texts with Mistress Olga, who was asking about her outifit, to which she replied with: Just some decent red suit. My fiancée needs clothes too, she’s coming with me. 

An hour later, they got an unexpected visitor. 

“Olga, what are you doing here?” Grace was surprised. 

The seamstress didn’t even wait for Grace to fully open the door for her when she made her way inside with her usual long sleeved white shirt and pencil grey skirt, her black hair up in a perfect ballerina bun, her black-framed glasses on, red lipstick. Her skinny and shy assistant walked behind having her light brown hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a black suit. “I’m here for Mademoiselle Brennan. Where is she?”

Grace chuckled “Oh yes, I’m good, thank you for asking. Lucille! Someone’s here for you.”

☠:Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts. 

Gus had been making dinner when there was a knock on the door. He could already tell something wasn’t right. Spencer would never knock on the door and he never forgot his key. He wiped off his hands and answered the door slowly to two cops. “Wh-What’s going on?” He asked weakly, a bad feeling already in the pit of his stomach. “Uh… We’re sorry to tell you this, sir, but your friend—” “He’s my boyfriend,” Gus corrected immediately. “Sorry. Your boyfriend, he’s uhm— he’s dead… There was a nasty car accident and…” And the curly haired boys world came crashing down around him. Spencer couldn’t be dead. He grabbed onto the door frame tightly, knuckles going white. This wasn’t right. Spencer wasn’t supposed to be dead. “Ca-Can you— I—” He couldn’t breath or speak, nothing but denial was running through his head.

♦:Your muse asked mine to marry them, what’s my muse’s reaction?

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message. 

Gus: daadddyyyyy come home quickly i need you like, now :*

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

"You don’t mean that, you can’t…"

Spencer was trying to rush out of the rain with Augustus after seeing a movie. With everyone crowding the streets and Spencer having made the stupid decision to walk, there was nowhere for them to hide. So they stood there in the rain and he giggled, looking down at the other. “Nowhere for us to hide.” He mumbled to him, smiling and nuzzling him. “But I’m kind of sick of hiding anyways.” He said softly, tilting Augustus’ head up so he was looking at him. “And I’m sick of hiding how much I love you.” He whispered, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.