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"Oh." Andrew blinks at the other. "I- Um." He squeaks lightly, before quirking the corners of his lips up. "Congrats to us?"

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14. Married for a week
"Oh." Andrew blinks at the other. "I- Um." He squeaks lightly, before quirking the corners of his lips up. "Congrats to us?"
ϟ (charlie is really scared of storms like; andrew)
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house
Andrew had to be the strong one for them in this situation, when he really didn't want to be. Fuck, he's always been terrified of storms, ever since he was three. "Babe, you'll be alright." He mumbles softly to the trembling boy beside him. "I promise nothing will hurt you." He's pretty sure Charlie could hear the shake in his voice, could see the fear in his eyes. Andrew pulls the male closer than he already was. "It'll be all over soon, yeah?" He mumbles quietly, pulling a blanket over them lightly.
☎ (andrew)
☎: For a drunk phone call.
"Charlie," Andrew drawls out slowly, a grin evident in his voice. "I miss you a lot, you know? Wish you were here. It's okay you're not, though. I know you don't want to but I still really miss you and I'm gonna come home as soon as possible which probably won't be for a while because Nathan has been complaining that I don't spend enough time with him 'cause he's needy." He pouts slightly, blinking fast. "I really do miss you and I'm the one who sounds needy but you're really cuddly at night and I want cuddles, like, all the time with you." He nods. "Cuddly Charlie is one of my favorite Charlies." Andy frowns. "Am I allowed to have a favorite Charlie? Is that silly?" He sticks his tongue out at Nathan who was approaching. "My favoritest Charlie is you, though. Just Charlie. 'Cause Just Charlie is the best Charlie-" 'Give it to me, Andrew. You said no phones!' "Nathan fuck off-" Call ended.
☠ (andrew)
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
Andrew knew pain. It's something he's known from when he's inflicted it on himself and when other's did it through their words. It was an old friend, one who never stopped visiting him it seems, and he used to welcome him, even went as far to let him stay for as long as he wanted.
He's never felt pain like this, though.
He survived through his dad calling him worthless, spitting the most hurtful words he could at him and some. He survived through his mother packing up his things and quietly telling him to get out, to never call unless he was ready to erase his sins. He survived nearly starving, through sleeping on the streets and through people wanting him to stay the night but never more than that.
He wasn't going to survive this.
Fuck, Charlie was everything. He was a warm body to sleep next to at night. He was the one who could brighten up Andrew's shitty day with a small smile that told him he was never leaving him. He was the one who would wrap Andrew up in a million layers when it was barely cold outside -"It's freezing outside, Andy, can't have you sneezing over a million kids and getting them sick too, now can we?"- and he refused to budge. He was winter and summer at the same time without stopping for a minute. He was Andrew's favorite book and his favorite sweater. He was his warmth when his heater went out for the tenth time that week and the wicked grin that spread across his lips when it was too hot to breathe and he had a tray of ice cubes by their bed.
Andrew didn't want this pain. It was the enemy, it wasn't an old friend anymore.
He felt like his insides were being ripped out slowly; his heart being cut up into little pieces as he screamed until his throat was raw. He couldn't walk, couldn't cry, couldn't eat, couldn't do anything. Nothing could undo this; but fuck he wish he could try.
He just wanted his Charlie back.
☮ (andrew)
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
"Why do you think that's going to happen, Charlie? I've never given you one reason to think this at all, so why now?" He snaps, his nails digging into palm painfully. "I'm not-" He bites his lip roughly, swallowing. "I'm not going to leave, yeah?" Andrew says lowly, a frown evident on his face. "It won't ever happen, and you have to believe me."
✍ (from Andrew)
✍:For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
Charlie.
Fuck. I don't think I could describe him, yeah? He's just- It sounds cheesy, but I don't think anyone could compare to him. No matter how hard they tried, I would just say, "You're not Charlie, so fuck the right off." which doesn't make sense because I've never been like this with someone, and I just.
Where the hell did this kid even come from?
And then ✎ ✍☮♪ for idk you can choose yourself ok.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse
Dear Oli,
So we've only known each other for what, a month? And fuck I already like you a lot and I don't know how because wow, this never happens and i'm pretty sure my writing is starting to get eligible and fuck. you have all these little things that i love about you and i adore you so much and fuck, why am i writing this. i just. Fuck, you're here already and this letter probably won't ever been shown.
Love, Nate. x
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
I don't get it. How this /boy/ just appeared into my life and just never left. How is he even still here? Fuck I just-
I adore him a lot, oh faithful diary, and I don't know how to stop.
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
"You need to stop." Are the first words he hisses out, Andrew's eyes narrowed. "I'm not- I'm not gorgeous or beautiful or anything." He practically spits out. They've had this argument way too many times, in Andy's opinion. "It's all lies and it's never going to be true, alright?" He wasn't letting Thomas get in a word; he couldn't let him. "So just fucking drop it."
♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
[song]
"All alone?" He teases softly, his hands in his pockets as he stands near the other. "We should change that immediately, come on," Nathan grins, wrapping his fingers around Oliver's wrist lightly. "Let's go dance, yeah?" He starts pulling the male towards the floor before he has a chance to answer, a small grin on his face. Nathan pulls them right in the middle, his hands now gripping his hips lightly.
♦ another one from Thomas.
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
All Andrew could do was stand there. "I-" Fuck, did he just? "You-" Was he serious? "I don't-" Why would he actually want him, though? "You don't-" Was he being pranked? "Yeah," He suddenly breathes out, surprising himself. "Shit, I-" He nods, blinking. "'Course I will."