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[87watt-blog]

[ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

[text]: Fuck you.

[text]: Where are you?

[text]: I'm sick.

[text]: I love you.

[text]: I wish I could be with you right now.

[text]: I'm at your door.

[text]: Is that all you care about?

[text]: Please stop talking about her/him.

[text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.

[text]: Don't even start.

[text]: Is that all I am to you?

[text]: Help me.

[text]: Wait, what happened?

[text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.

[text]: I miss you.

[text]: Good night.

[text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.

[text]: Tell me you didn't forget.

[text]: I've had such a bad day.

[text]: Don't talk to me ever again.

[text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.

[text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.

[text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?

[text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?

[text]: Sometimes I worry that you won't know how much.

[87watt-blog]

(+) The rest of replies are drafted, if you want to talk with less literacy please hit me up on ask/aim.

[87watt-blog]

“are you drunk?”

THREE WORD STARTERS (*)

⇥ CURRENTLY ACCEPTING (✔)

“Ah, fuck. I think so..,” He says, answering the other’s question with both honesty and uncertainty. It’s obvious, he’s practically using the walls for support before crouching down, both arms locking on the back of his head. A small groan escaping his mouth at the familiar intense feeling already surging in, nerves growing sensitive with alcohol running deep, his head already buzzing and he’s aware that he’s already drunk. “I’m not going to throw up, don’t worry—” He mutters once more, as if there’s a need to clarify that he’s not that drunk. Knowing his limit, he scratches his head while scrunching up his nose and inhaling a breath. “God, this is embarrassing. I’m okay, really.” The stranger’s expression showing sign of worry. He feels bad enough for actually ended up taking too many shots carelessly then managed to tell his friends that he’s fine walking home alone and here he is, crouching down by the side of the road. “I’m really good.” he replies out loud with head hanging low and one hand waving her off. “I just need to cool down for a bit.”

[87watt-blog]

“you’re a bitch.”

THREE WORD STARTERS (*)

⇥ CURRENTLY ACCEPTING (✔)

Rather than look affronted, he scrambles into the soft chair, laughing and typing in his password as the phone screen loaded. “If I’m a bitch then what are you—?” He asks with a sideways grin, brows rising before slapping him lightly on the arm. They’re not exactly close in the first place, Jongin is Nixon’s friend which means they would hang occasionally together (mostly when his boyfriend asked him to) playing video games or just talking about unimportant stupid stuff even sharing a few porns. Casual insults here and there would be expected also and he knows despite the lack of manners and how the other seem to develop a habit of saying the first thing that cross his mind, he doesn’t mean any harm. Getting up from the chair when there’s a notification popping up from his boyfriend, he twists a smile and types a fast reply while tugging the ends of his ridden shirt lazily. “He’s buying us some food, what would you like? Nothing expensive or I’ll punch you in the throat.” While waiting his answer, he drags his legs towards the open kitchen in search of his usual snacks, a pack of Honey Stars.

[87watt-blog]

“I love you.”

THREE WORD STARTERS (*)

⇥ CURRENTLY ACCEPTING (✔)

It feels like home, being in his arms, hearing his laugh, seeing his smile. The fingers that intertwined with his somehow causing a wan smile making its way across his features, effortless, so effortless as he witnesses the way Nixon’s grin leading his heart to race rapidly even after all this time watching the familiar scene. He sighs, highlighting the entire verse with a grimace. Despite having lack of inspiration, Ruvik tries not to think so much and enjoys the view of  his lover laying on his stomach with a pillow tucked underneath as their hands remain laced together. It’s comforting, the lack of words and the silence that fill the small room of his apartment but there’s nothing more he wanted than this. Using the ends of his pen, he gives his own forehead a small tap, another sigh could be heard while he concentrates once more, beginning to hum out the tune inside his head. Then upon hearing the younger’s word, he pauses for a moment. “I love you”— I love you, he starts writing down those words on the paper with a question mark at the end before then pulling another smile and writing another I love you after. “I love you too,” he muses with a calm collected voice, somehow not surprised that he would be able to help him without showing much effort, Again, effortless, every little thing he does.

[87watt-blog]

“stay with me.”

THREE WORD STARTERS (*)

⇥ CURRENTLY ACCEPTING (✔)

Jostling his glasses up his nose, he lets his hands drop to his lap while looking back at the male beside him. With digits reaching up once more only to press against his closed eyes, he relishes in that soft burns that alleviates quickly. He’s exhausted, body worn and as much as he’d like to think that spending time with him after a long day of work will be a good idea, he knows it won’t. His mouth feels so dry and his fluffy, alcohol-tainted tongue keep sticking to the roof of it. He’s about to head home, get up and possibly grab a shower once he’s back in his apartment, when his words lead to his movements on halt. Just a soft loll of his head and Stan’s eyes already red, features showing the lack of emotion but only tears collected on the corners of his lid. He remains quiet for a few intervals—obviously aware at the current state the other’s in. The thing is, he could easily tell the other something’s up and probably already on his way home by now but the fact that the silence is deafening stop him from doing so. Now, he’s stuck with his mind reeling, obviously curious as to why the other’s expression darkens. “What’s wrong ?” he asks, displaying furrowed brows and lips curling into a thin line. “Did something happen?”

[musingmemes]

three word starters

“i’ll do it.”

“please just don’t.”

“i hate you.”

“i love you.”

“you love me?”

“please stop it.”

“i can’t breathe.”

“just go away.”

“you’re an ass.”

“you’re a bitch.”

“don’t leave me!”

“don’t walk away.”

“stay with me.”

“i’m begging you…”

“for fucks sake…”

“clean this up!”

“please kiss me.”

“get off me!”

“you are despicable.”

“are you okay!?”

“don’t do this.”

“please shut up.”

“are you drunk?”

“don’t forget me.”