#screeniisms

[text: sunshine ;; sent] you loser you are the love of my life[text: sunshine ;; sent] h oh myt god i juts flel in t he liv ing r ooom he lp[text: sunshine ;; sent] if you don’t pick up your goddamn phone right now, nicolas, i wont hesitate to fucking murder you.[text: sunshine ;; sent] there’s a bowl in the fridge covered with tin foil. don’t look at it, leave it alone.[text: wrong number ;; sent] i’m supposed to go back. i don’t think i can tell nico.[text: sunshine ;; sent] nico, it’s been three days. c’mon, sunshine, you gotta reply. please.

          milo’s hands remained on the other’s waist. his thumbs rubbed slow circles on his skin, the silence between them comfortable and welcomed by milo. it helped him to collect his thoughts, eyes scanning shiloh’s face. there was no regret after this kiss, no guilt. milo had wanted to do it for god knows how long, and he felt so goddamn relieved when he learned shiloh wanted the same thing.           he wasn’t ready to speak the words on his mind. not yet. with gentle force, he pressed shiloh’s back to the wall and kissed him one more time. hands moved to rest on the wall, placed on either side of the younger male’s head. although the kiss was slow, milo wasn’t as gentle as he should have been. his teeth caught the other’s lower lip, nipping gently before he parted their lips and stood up a little straighter.           once again, he was simply staring, and he could pick out the confusion and worry in shiloh’s eyes. that’s when he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to mutter,                                                                     “i think i’m falling for you. and i’m scared.”           it wasn’t ideal. it wasn’t exactly romantic. but it was the truth, and milo never wanted to lie to shiloh.

          the first time erik’s lips grazed the smaller male’s throat in gentle, slow kisses. stuck in the back room of a bar whose name erik could no longer recall, his hands roaming up the other’s sides to hike up his shirt to allow access to the pale skin that glowed in the dim lighting. the first time erik left marks like artwork on nico’s body.          when erik first saw the smile that graced nico’s face as he laughed at some crude joke that erik wasn’t paying attention to. no, all erik could see was the way nico’s eyes scrunched up as he smiled, the way his eyes didn’t look like they held every bit of hatred in the world. it caused erik’s heart to skip a beat. it still does.          the day nico was comfortable enough to tell him more about himself. not only did erik fall in love with nico’s voice, but he fell in love with his heart, his soul, his personality. it was the day erik realized that nico was an absolute treasure, one to be kept and held close at all times.          as nico slept beside him in a king sized bed, with plenty of space to spread out, yet he remained curled up against erik’s side, as erik’s fingers trailed up and down the male’s spine rhythmically at exactly 3:56 a.m.          the first time they ever fought, when nico picked up the nearest object and flung it in erik’s direction. when it shattered against the wall and erik flinched, he realized something. nico was not someone to be fighting with, but someone to be fighting for.

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: sunshine- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: thiS ONE he’s blond but u can fight me abt it- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: irresistible - my muse’s last text to your muse: [text: sunshine ;; sent] FOR THE LAST TIME YOU CAN’T KILL SOMEONE FOR STEPPING ON YOUR HEEL WHILE WALKING 

[text: shiloh ;; sent] hey fuckface bring me food when you come over

yes, i can! he’s added to my list and it’s no problem. c: