silence

“Did you suck his cock?”

“The only person standing in your way is you.”

“I just want to be perfect.”

“I felt it.”

“What did you do?”

“You put something in my drink.”

“You just took off in the morning.”

“You fantasized about me!”

“Did you have some sort of wet dream about me?”

“You slept over.”

“You could be brilliant… but you’re a coward.”

“Stop being so fucking weak!”

“Perfection is not about control.”

“I never see you lose yourself. Ever!”

“I’m so sorry to hear you’re leaving.”

“What did you do to change his mind?”

“You fucking whore!”

“What happened to my sweet girl?”

“He picked me!”

“We all know the story.”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“My show is tonight.”

“You’re staying in here until you feel better.”

“Your role is destroying you.”

“We dance in the same company.”

“That was me seducing you.”

“It needs to be the other way around.”

“I don’t want there to be any boundaries between us.”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend?”

“Honestly, would you fuck that girl?”

“You’re in a good mood.”

“It’s my turn!”

“No, please! You’re not well!”

“Let go of me!”

“You can’t handle this!”

“You were amazing.”

“Holy shit, you blew me away!”

“I know that things got all messed up between us.”

“She walked into the street and got hit by a car. And you know what? I’m almost sure she did it on purpose.”

“I got a little homework assignment for you.”

“Go home and touch yourself.”

“Live a little.”

“This is your moment.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever officially met.”

“I would be losing my mind.”

“Are you freaking out?”

“You must be so excited.”

“Get out my room!”

“Must’ve been pretty humiliating.”

“Rough start, huh?”

“I’m not sure you’re up to it.”

“My little princess.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“What else have you been doing?”

“Oh, you wanna know their names?”

“I fucked them both.”

“You’ve been drinking.”

“Has he tried anything with you?”

“He has a reputation.”

“I just don’t want you to make the same mistake I did.”

“I hope he’s not taking advantage.”

“I have a right to be concerned.”

“It’s just in case.”

“No, please believe me!”

“She’s trying to replace me!”

“Nobody’s after you.”

“I’m not perfect. I’m nothing.”

“You make the most of it!”

“Have you announced it?”

“I really don’t want to talk about that.”

“I can’t believe he calls her that. It’s so gross.”

“Everything will be better in the morning. It always is.”

“Sounds like quite an evening.”

“Give me a second.”

“I came to apologize.”

“I have my ways.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“How about I take you out to dinner?”

“Look, I just feel really shitty about what I did and I just really want to make it up to you.”

“It’s called privacy.”

“I’m not twelve anymore!”

“What are you going to do? Run home to mommy?”

“It’s a fucking disaster.”

“What’s she doing here?”

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

But as soon as the table was free Woohyun sat himself on the edge, finishing unbuttoning the onesie, but tying the arms around his hips to keep it on his legs. He had worn a white muscle tee underneath, but as his eyes connected with Sunggyu’s he slowly pulled it over his head, tongue trailing over his lips as he threw the tee to the floor and beckoned  Sunggyu closer with a crook of his finger.

He’d quite like to make this entertaining for everyone watching, not just him and Sunggyu.

as woohyun laid before him, sunggyu quickly prepared his body with the salt and moved around so he could easily do his part of the game.

he made swift eye contact with woohyun before he began, leaning down to let his tongue drag slowly down woohyun’s front, to his navel - where he then leaned in to drink the liquor in his lovers navel and lean up to finally bite the lemon. he heard the cheers and laughter and comments but all he could see was woohyun’s flushed face and dark eyes. he threw a smirk his lovers way before licking his lips.

so he gathered up all the things needed before making his way back to woohyun and setting them down on the table, and crossing his arms over his chest. what he was really interested in is how woohyun would react during the game, the younger was so obvious when it came to his arousal and it was a truth that nearly everything sunggyu did made his lover sexually excited.

would woohyun be able to hide his boner?

He was standing the centre of one of the reception rooms, eyeing up the candy on the other side of the room, when he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He almost jumped, but then he noted the weight and size - Sunggyu.

A smile broke out over his lips eve before he felt the breath on his skin and the words foreign to his ears, but he understood well enough, his legs weakening as he took in the deep voice, leaning back and trying to picture his vampiric fiance before he set eyes on him, wondering just how he’d gone about making himself into a creature of the night.

But then he turned his head, unable to hold off his curiosity for any longer. He took in the sight of the elder, freezing as his eyes travelled from head to toe, before he bit his lip and hummed, biting back a somewhat flustered grin. Sunggyu looked, to put it lightly, absolutely fuckable. Like legitimate sex on legs. What was Sunggyu thinking dressing like that when they both knew Woohyun was still fighting his teenage hormones, not yet even twenty years of age.

“You look…wow…” He breathed the words, eyes locked on Sunggyu’s now, before dropping to the wine glass he lifted to his lips, eyeing up the red liquid as it seeped past the plush lips he loved so much. However he found himself minding little at the words then spoken. He was getting better at controlling the cravings for liquor now, the withdrawal symptoms long past.

“i learned from the best.” he mused, letting his gaze linger towards where he saw their friend, dongwoo. the other was dressed as a women; and surprisingly it matched him well. a snort passed through his lips before he returned his gaze to woohyun and smiled slightly. 

“you did wonderfully hyun, the place looks great.”

great was an understatement, it was amazingly decorated and everything was prepared perfectly. his fiance was rather handy when it came to preparations for parties; and he’s sure the  younger would be even more detailed when it came to their wedding. lowering his free hand down to take woohyun’s hand in his own, he intertwined their fingers before squeezing his lover’s hand.

“alright, now that i’m here - what would you like to do?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly. 

at first, it meant sorrow. he had usually spent the holiday watching movies with his parents after trick or treating and enjoying quality family time. when they passed, the first few years just made halloween ( and every other holiday ) a horrible reminder that he was alone. when he was a teenager, it meant mischief, staying out late with the wrong crowd, doing the wrong things his parents had hoped sunggyu would never do. and now, halloween meant something new, something better.  it meant making woohyun happy.

he had first declined the invite to the party; and to wearing a costume. woohyun though as usual, was persistent. so sunggyu agreed that as long as he got to choose his own outfit, that he would go. woohyun was happy and sunggyu in turn, was happy.

his costume was a vampire; a terror of the night. he had always been a sucker for the black and white films and folk lore of the famous dracula - so why not go all out? he sent woohyun off and got to preparing himself. bb cream on his cheeks to make his skin whiter; red contacts, his hair styled and removable fangs placed over his canines. the glue there would last hopefully for the next five hours ( as the box said ). tight dark jeans, a white button up - a vest and tie and then his favorite. the long red leather jacket. after slipping on his boots and adding a bit of red tint to his lips for the “i just had dinner” look, sunggyu was ready. driving over to the party location about half an hour after it had started, sunggyu had expected a bit turn up. and he was right. parking was a bitch but when he entered he had to hand it to woohyun, the place looked great. he made a beeline towards the bark and ordered himself some wine, before going off to find his lover. he knew the other was donning a cute stitch onesie, the one sunggyu got to match sunggyu’s own winnie the pooh one for when they have those cuddle movie nights. which of course, was sunggyu’s favorite way to spend an evening. 

once he spotted his lover, his lips turned up and he slid through the people; noticing how many stares and gasps he got. he inwardly rolled his eyes. 

raising a hand, he placed it on woohyun’s shoulder before leaning close to his neck - the hand with his wine glass far away from the two as not to spill.

“hello my darling,” he whispered in english, “i’ve come for a bite to eat; and let me tell you. you’re looking rather delicious.” 

sunggyu leaned back as woohyun turned his head towards him; and sunggyu raised the wine glass to his lips. 

“strange,” sunggyu mused aloud, “this blood is new -” sunggyu stumbled back as a new drop of blood landed on his hand, and he shot his head up to see the air-vent above. a sick feeling turned his stomach and he swallowed, eyes narrowing. well, this was a surprise. he glanced over towards sungyeol, before raising a hand and pointing up.

“i suppose you can guess what’s in there; and i’m pretty sure whoever did that is still around. i don’t smell the decay of the body yet.”

turning his gaze away from sungyeol, he looked around the office again before seeing another door towards the back. he made his way over and tried to open it - luckily, it did. 

So many drabbles are focused on writing about your muse and another muse doing something.  But I’m terrible at writing other people’s muses.  So, these drabble prompts are designed for inner monologues and the like.

Send me a number and I will write a drabble about my muse…

…doing something they know they shouldn’t

…being forced to watch someone they care about die

…realizing they have feelings for someone

…coming down with the flu

…getting dressed up for a night out with someone special

…writing a letter to someone they’ll never see again

…going somewhere they’ve never been

…receiving something unexpected in the mail

…doing something they normally wouldn’t do

…being caught in an unexpected rainstorm

…trying to catch someone who’s stolen something from them

…waking up from a very bad nightmare

…shopping for a present for someone

…visiting one of their favorite places

…experiencing a type of weather that they hate

…being told that someone they hated is dead

…getting crank phone calls in the middle of the night

…spending money any way they want to

…writing about something or someone who really makes them mad

Send in a word for a drabble of our muses based on it.

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.