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( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.
[Peter]: 13? jesus[Peter]: sorry man I must’ve been sitting on my phone or something[Peter]: I don’t even remember calling anyone[Peter]: weird
( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?
[PEARL]: What wall?? What did it say?
[PEARL]: actually, i’d probably rather not know. Please erase it...
( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?
[SYLV]: make the last digit into an eight, save yourself the trouble of actually cleaning[SYLV]: also.... what did it say above it? ???
( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????
[SYLV]: i miss you when i blink 💞
[SYLV]: also, i’m down the hall- bring your lonely ass for some peach schnapps
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
“Kieran,” Sylvianne cooed, reaching to cup her hands around her best friend’s jaw, “Darling, angel, love of my life.” They’d reached the end of a bottle of wine that she’d brought from home– and now they sprawled across her bed, flush faced and snickering. Her legs had lost their ability to work and her throat and chest was stained red, they’d dropped their jackets somewhere along the floor and prompted Alexa to put on something to dance to.
His head tilted, and sleepy eyes blinked at her in response. For her sake, he spoke French, saving her from deciphering the brogue that slipped around already accented words. “What?” They’d decided to go out tonight, but her shoes were still by the door and they were already obliterated by their pre-drink. Sylv really had to stop skipping lunch.
She leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before settling to lay against his side, her head propped up by his arm. “I love you best, don’t tell anyone else.”
