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Wilson chuckled sotly, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “Well I think we’d get some stares if we did that,” he murmured, tugging the boy along, eyes scanning for the exit. “Right, well.. you lead the way because I don’t know where to head, babe.” He added, “That sounds perfect. M’excited actually.. I know you’re nervous and all, but i’m excited to have my boyfriend show me around his hometown. Wanna share a frap with me, babe?”

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Elliott smiled softly despite the butterflies in his stomach. Being with Wilson always made him feel better in any situation. He guided the boy out of the station and into the streets as they made their way to the Starbucks around the corner. “I used to play football there.” Elliott murmured, pointing out the public garden on the opposite side of the street. “I want you to be there with me from now on.” Elliott offered a smile before nodding. “What do you want to share, babe? If you let me choose you know I’d get the green tea frap and you don’t fancy the taste of that.” 

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dirtbagsbaby:

Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

† for a kiss to say good bye forever

Wilson’s grip on his guitar tightens only for a moment before he’s whipping it off his shoulders and placing it up against the wall, stalking after the brunet. “Elliott, hey, stop..” He grasps the boy’s wrist, tugging him back. Wilson wraps his other arm around Eli, holding him into his chest, nosing into his cheek, “You can’t do this, you can’t just kiss me and say that — you.. you make it sound like you’re leaving and.. ” — “You are.. you’re lea — Eli, what the hell is going on?” Wilson lets go of the male, his arms falling to his sides helplessly and he steps backwards, “Is this because.. do you still not think you’re — Elliott, I love you. I’m in love with you. What were you just going to disappear while I was playing my set — you can’t.. you’re not leaving. Please don’t leave.”

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I’M LITERALLY SOBBING SOB SNIFF SIGH

dirtbagsbaby:

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Wilson tugged the male off to the side, the train station too busy of a place to stop right in the middle. Letting their bags drop to his feet, his hand slipped up to cup his jaw, closing the space between them, kissing him slowly. “You were getting kind of panicky,” he told him, as he pulled back, fingers threading into his hair gently. “I love you..” he murmured, moving to press another soft kiss to his lips, “I fell in love with you and nothing will change that.” Reaching down he grasped the bags again, his other hand resuming it’s place, intertwined with Elliott’s. “Now, we can go right to see you family, or we can go sit at a Starbucks until you’re ready, whatever you wanna do babe. Just can’t stand at the train station all day.”

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"Thank you." Elliott murmured against Wilson’s lip, not making any effort to pull away from the boy. When their lips meet, everything suddenly makes sense to Elliott and all of his doubts fade away in these few moments. "I just want to stand in the train station and kiss you all day, to be honest." Elliott hummed contently as their fingers tangled back together before letting out a small sigh and nodding. "Starbucks sounds good. I’m too nervous to go back home…. even being here makes me anxious. Maybe I can show you around?" 

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[ text: wrong number ]: [ Insert muse name ] doesn’t mean anything to me. Stop worrying.
[ text: wrong number ]: Don’t worry, I’m sick of him/her, I’m done.
[ text: wrong number ]: It’s just a game to me.
[ text: wrong number ]: Sometimes I’m just glad [ insert muse name ] and I are over.
[ text: wrong number ]: I hate [ insert muse name ] so much.
[ text: wrong number ]: [ Insert muse name ] doesn’t mean a thing to me.
[ text ]: Sometimes I get tired of all this.
[ text ]: You’re not worth it.
[ text ]: Why don’t we not talk for a while?
[ text ]: I’m done.
[ text ]: Don’t come near me.
[ text ]: How can you do this to me?
[ text ]: If you don’t know what you want then I do— out.
[ text ]: Do you feel good knowing you have this power over me?
[ text ]: Why don’t you go to him/her instead?
[ text ]: I don’t care about you.
[ text ]: Stop kidding yourself.
[ text ]: Did you really think you mattered?
[ text ]: Don’t bother
[ text ]: I knew this wasn’t going to last.
[ text ]: I don’t think I can do this anymore.
[ text ]: I don’t care.
[ text ]: You never mattered.
[ text ]: I never mattered to you. I know that now.
[ text ]: I see the way you look at him/her.
[ text ]: Stop wasting my time.
[ text ]: You’re just a waste of time.
[ text ]: I don’t want to hear it.
[ text ]: You’re a monster.
[ text ]: I was wrong.
[ text ]: You don’t care, do you?
[ text ]: Don’t pretend that you care.
[ text ]: Stop. Just stop.
[ text ]: I don’t want you back.
[ text ]: I hate you.
[ text ]: You know, I’m glad we’re over.
[ text ]: I’m tired of waiting.

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"I’ve got them, Eli, don’t worry." He murmured, making sure not to hit anyone with their bags. Once they had more room, he shifting the bags in his arms so he could reach for Elliott’s hand, intertwining their fingers together as they walked. "That was your first night? That why you stuck around, cause of meeee." He chuckled, voice coming out in a sing song tone as he bumped his shoulder to the male’s lightly.

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"And because I had no where else to stay…" Elliott uttered quietly, looking down at their tangled fingers. He knew Wilson was just playing with him but the most Elliott could offer was a half-smile, half-grimace. "You didn’t even know me but you kissed me like I meant something to you. You were there with so much affection and I just wanted someone to love me. And I was afraid that maybe…— just maybe you fell in love with an Elliott that’s not really me because I’m needy and insecure. And I’m a coward. And I’m not strong… fuck, Wilson. You know I run away from half of my problems, right? I’m nothing compared to you but you loved me through it all and I knew I couldn’t leave you because you make me feel so special and I — damn it, Wilson. You’re the only one I want to spend forever. It’s you.

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Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

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