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santtino:

santi shrugged casually . “ i mean … ” he trails off , running a hand past his lighter hair . “ i don’t really think i’m famous on twitter . i have five million followers on there …. which isn’t really a lot . i have more followers on instagram if anything , i’m about to reach ten million . ” he’s nodding his head , not trying to come off as conceited or flashy , but knowing it probably rubbed the other that way . “ did he , um , say anything ? ”

Dylan stared at Santi and tried to make sense of what had just been said. “I don’t even have a thousand followers on either,” he offered and then looked back to his phone. Worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, Dylan looked at the posts. “Well if I go back, it looks like he said, ‘Next time, try saying that with a little less dick in your mouth, hashtag santi bitch,’ to a post that’s not there anymore? And after that...” Dylan was talking a whisper but he shook his head and held up the phone to Santi before clearing his throat. “I’m not saying that one out loud.”

#santtino

luckylikelinusrp:

“What? You mean kids don’t stay quiet?” Linus smirked. He had minimal interaction with children, but he knew that. He’d always been quiet as a child but the more mileage he got from it- the more he realized it was fear of rejection that had fueled that. Not the actuality of who he was.

Linus thought for a moment. “I am. I think I am. I’m always a little worry the rug is going to be pulled out from under me because- history- but I can’t live for that worry. I gotta do more. For me if nothing else, you know. Heh. I’m barely over this amazing gay author I slept with last year. I still think about him sometimes. And my boyfriend is the most amazing guy on the planet.”

“I mean, I want to have a guy again. I’m not even sure I can call my ex my ex-boyfriend. He was my everything. I lived with him. He took care of me. And I don’t think we ever went out on an actual date. We were instantaneous. It’s surreal to talk about it like it’s the past. We were together for over a year. I was his and he was mine, that’s all there was to it. Now, it’s over and I’m just struggling to let it go.”

#luckylikelinusrp

brettatroxys:

Brett shrugged. “Desires are fluid. And sometimes all I wanna do is be jacked off. I prefer to be filled but that’s - just how I am. It makes me feel like I’m living my best life. Being a bottom makes me feel the sexiest I ever do. Mmm- and nobody will ever completely care, sure. But your body and heart and your soul all want things. And in a decade, what completes you might not be what completes you now. Hell, in a year- you might be different,” Brett contended.

“It’s definitely not that-” Brett shook his head. “My first therapist I went to because of my anger issues and cigarettes. My second was my fear of intimacy and my lashing out. And this third helped me deal with what I did to Beau and with my sister’s death sooo- it’s like anything else. Therapy is great. As long as you find someone who will listen and will help when you ask for help. And is also queer friendly, in our case. You should go to at least two sessions. You owe yourself that much-” Brett pointed out. “If you hate it, I’ll reimburse you for the inconvenience in money or cake.”

“There is a guy I like,” Dylan admitted. “He’s really tall and handsome and I want to feel his beard on my mouth. If that makes sense?” He winced and sat forward. “Maybe, I should try therapy. Is finding a therapist hard? I don’t know. I just don’t want it to interfere with work. I did so much to get here. If I go to therapy, I don’t want that to freak out my principal.”

#brettatroxys

nevadaxsaunders:

The older man could only frown when seeing the sadness in Dylan’s eyes. It made him reach out to pull the younger man into an embrace. “It’s okay to be scared, and there’s no rush for you to move on.” he spoke. “I’m down for cuddles,” Nevada assured, smiling softly.

“I just feel weird is all. LIke I said before I think I like you -- No, I know I like you and honestly? It’s not just as friends.” He allowed himself to be pulled into an embrace and he huffed a breath. “I can handle this now, though. The weird feeling in the pit of my stomach is gone. Also, you’re really handsome. You should be told that often.”

#nevadaxsaunders

nevadaxsaunders

“Hey,” Dylan sleepily said with a furrow of his brow. “How did you know I was cold?” He nuzzled down with the blanket on the couch before eying Nevada with neediness. “Are you going to join me? I mean, only if you want to…” Dylan yawned and fluffed the blanket. “This show is awesome.”

“All that shivering you were doing was starting to make me cold too,” Nevada teased lightly as he smiled down at the younger man. “Scooch over, I’ll help warm you up some more.” He waited for Dylan to move to the edge of the couch, giving him enough room to slip behind him before wrapping an arm around the boy to pull him close. “Is this better?” He asked.

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dylanesposito

“Oh,” Dylan replied as he scooted and rolled up on his side so he could watch the towering man join him on the couch. Dylan eased back against Nevada and held onto the blanket for dear life because he was suddenly feeling a tugging in his heart. Something he’d never felt before. The feeling of infidelity to Brett, but he tried to stay calm. “Yes, this is okay,” he said. “But I can’t -- We can’t do more than this. I like being held, but I also think I like you and my ex’s hold on my brain is screwing with me again, I’m sorry.”

#nevadaxsaunders

santtino:

now it was time to properly mess with him , because well , santi is the worst of course . “ i just turned fifteen two days ago . ” he lies smoothly , giving him his best poker face . however , not even a full ten seconds later and he’s bursting into a fit of giggles . “ kidding ! i’m twenty . i’m not underage , i promise . ” he tells him , which is the truth . he nods his head . “ yeah ! just if he wrote any new dumb hash tags or anything . ” why was his beef with this guy so intense ? jesus .

Dylan’s face showed his surprise when Santi said he was fifteen. He almost stood up right then, but then the younger man told the truth, Dylan hoped, and he calmed down a little. One brow arched when the other asked if any hashtags had been started. “Are you really that internet famous?” Dylan asked.

#santtino

@nevadaxsaunders

For once, the sun was out and shining. There was hardly a breeze and he could already feel the starts of spring blossoming. Nevada wanted to take a drive out of the city, see the lush greenery springing to life. He invited Dylan along, windows rolled down as the sound of the radio faded into the sunny afternoon as they drove through one of the state parks. The old blue pick-up, spitting and sputtering around every curve as they were greeted with splashes of colorful flowers along the tree lines. When feeling Dylan reach out, lace their fingers together he couldn’t help but smiled as he gently squeezed the hand back and pulled Dylan closer to him.

Dylan didn’t do this often enough and was delighted that Nevada had asked him to come along. Times like this, which was a first for him and Nev, he could feel the need for Brett slipping, which is why he reached over and laced their fingers. He didn’t look over until Nevada tugged him closer on the bench seat. Dylan slipped out of his seat belt and moved to Nevada. He let their bodies brush as he let go of Nev to put on the middle seatbelt and pull it tight. Then, he took Nev’s hand again and blushed as he grinned, looking out of the windshield as they headed through the park.

#nevadaxsaunders

@mr-ruzzo

“Well I like to exercise, keep my skills honed at the shooting range, and I’ve built a small, raised bed garden on the rooftop of my building. Soon enough I’ll be able to replant my seedlings out there.”

“I get a lot of exercise at work, but I have a summer off coming and will have to do something to keep up. I’ve never shot anything. I mean, unless rubber bands on fingers count? And I like the garden. Working up there makes me feel zen.”

#mr ruzzo

[ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket

“Hey,” Dylan sleepily said with a furrow of his brow. “How did you know I was cold?” He nuzzled down with the blanket on the couch before eying Nevada with neediness. “Are you going to join me? I mean, only if you want to...” Dylan yawned and fluffed the blanket. “This show is awesome.”

#nevadaxsaunders

roleplaymemeworld

𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 🇹🇴 🇨🇱🇦🇷🇮🇫🇾﹕ 🇹🇭🇪 🇲🇺🇸🇪 🇼🇭🇴 🇸🇪🇳🇩🇸 🇹🇭🇪 🇲🇪🇲🇪﹐ 🇮🇸 🇹🇭🇪 🇴🇳🇪 🇦🇨🇹🇮🇳🇬. 🇹🇭🇪 🇴🇳🇪 🇷🇪🇨🇪🇮🇻🇮🇳🇬 🇹🇭🇪 🇲🇪🇲🇪﹐ 🇮🇸 🇹🇭🇪 🇴🇳🇪 🇼🇭🇴 🇭🇦🇸 🇹🇴 🇷🇪🇦🇨🇹

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ] My muse gently touches a bruise on your muse’s body [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear [ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] My muse tries to make yours laugh when they are sad [ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket [ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] My muse boops your muse’s nose [ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] My muse laces their fingers with yours [ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍 ] My muse cuddles up in bed to yours [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] My muse takes your muse’s hand and slow dances with them without music playing [ 𝐖𝐄𝐓 ] My muse helps yours out of soaking wet clothes [ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ] My muse gently runs a hand over your muse’s back/arm [ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] My muse hugs yours tightly after not having seen them for a while [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] My muse holds yours while they cry

#meme

What three music albums would you make someone listen to to describe yourself?

Well, I wouldn’t but also I guess I can name three I would suggest to them.

Phillip Phillips - Behind the Light

Sleeping At Last - Covers Vol. 2

Bastille - All This Bad Blood

#anonymous

chi-town-tommyrowe:

“Dylan,” Thomas smiled as he extended his hand towards the handsome younger man with beautiful curls. “I’m Thomas, pleasure to meet you” he smiled his debonair smile that always drove men crazy. “Weird am I,” he chuckled. “Do you have any other words that you would like to use to insult me?” He smiled, enjoying the little cat and mouse game that they had going on.

“No, but if you keep saying over the top French things to me, I might have to,” Dylan replied. “I’m not really that forward of a guy. I’m used to a man making me chase or teasing me. Like a Daddy, I guess, but I don’t call him Daddy. No way. That’s too weird.”

#chi town tommyrowe

brettatroxys:

“Nothing wrong with that too-” Brett shrugged. “Bottoming was always just my preference and energy. I advocate for it, even if you really only want to top. If nothing else but to know what the experience feels like-” he said.

“Nah-” Brett said. “I miss my dom and it’s been longer than that. Heart takes time and sometimes it never changes, that longing. You just have to go on like that and be open. Or at least that’s what my therapist says.”

Dylan shrugged. “Well, yeah, I’m definitely a ‘bottom’ of sorts, now. My ex made sure of that by taking such good care of me. Like, I don’t think anyone will compare to him.”

Blinking, Dylan thought for a moment before looking to Brett. “I’ve never been to therapy. I just know from what I see on TV and that scares me, but I mean, it can’t all be like that, right?”

#brettatroxys

luckylikelinusrp:

Linus gave a half grin. “It’s something you either do out of necessity and learn to like or it drives you crazy and you can never go back to the city again. It’s not for everyone. I’ll never regret what I saw and did but let me tell you- vast neverending inky black sky- really makes a guy think-” Linus nodded. “Also, you really crave pizza when you can’t get pizza within half an hour.”

Linus gave a little shrug. “Thanks. I hope one day they realize they were wrong but that’s on them. Sure, it was rough for awhile but things are going a million times better now. I have a bank account, a roof over my head, and a boyfriend who loves me. Everything else is icing on the cake.”

“Silence makes me fidget. I guess it’s best that I teach kindergarten for that reason,” Dylan pointed out with a chuckle he then got subdued again by what Linus was saying about his family. “That’s amazing, really. You should be proud and I hope, happy. I think I would be happy if I could just get over my ex.”

#luckylikelinusrp

nevadaxsaunders:

“I’m not disappointed,” Nev assured as he kneeled down in front of Dylan, gazing up at him with those soft brown. “You know.. when my first serious relationship ended I think it was over a year before I even ever thought about sleeping with someone else. There are times to this day I still think back to him because he’s the only man I’ve ever loved… it’s been over ten years and I’ve still never loved anyone like him but that doesn’t mean I won’t find that someone for me again. I’ve moved on, and it only takes time because we all heal and process things at our own pace. Don’t try to rush yourself because you don’t want to get too ahead of yourself before you’re truly ready.”

Dylan’s equally soft brown eyes met Nevada’s and he wiped his hands along the thighs of his pants. “I understand that for sure,” Dylan replied, still looking sad. “He was my first for so many things and I don’t know if I’ll ever get over that. I guess I do need to just move on. I think part of me is scared it’ll never be like it was with him again and even more, I’m scared that it will and I’ll forget.” Dylan shrugged. “We can cuddle though. I don’t mind that. In fact, I miss it. A lot.”

#nevadaxsaunders

santtino:

well , he couldn’t exactly blame him . after all , they are in chicago , and he does have a solid point – you can’t trust just anyone . “ okay . ” he gives in , offering him a smile in return and coming closer to him , looking down at his phone with him . “ dylan …. ” he repeats , nodding his head . his pronunciation wasn’t terrible , but it was evident english isn’t his first language . “ i’m santino , but just call me santi . and his username is punkhoe1998 , but i don’t know what his name is …. ” so he memorized his ridiculous username , but not his actual name ? santi really is special . “ don’t judge me ! i saw punk hoe and that stuck , 1998 because it’s my favorite cousin’s birth year , but his name , i think ….. ” he paused , trying to remember it . “ okay , just punkhoe1998 . ” what a fail he is .

Dylan flashed a wide smile when Santi introduced himself. He started typing when Santi said his Twitter username, but stopped and looked up after the year. “Wait, so, that isn’t your birth year? You’re at least eighteen, right?” Dylan gently pried before continuing on the phone. “So I need to search your name to see if he’s said anything right?” Dylan prompted. “I mean, that’s the reason we’re looking it up.”

#santtino

luckylikelinusrp:

“Thanks! Good to know I picked up a few things. I worked on enough of them. A lot of wide open space on ranches. Not enough pizza delivery though-” he said, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head.

Linus gave Dylan a nod and a smile. “I’m glad you can. I think the one thing I miss about my family is that- they’re my family, you know? But they’re the ones who kicked me out and they have to be ones to let me back in- if they ever will at all. Can’t change who I am and I’m too bone headed to give it a try-” he said, at peace with his own lack of family.

Or at least, that’s what he told himself.

Dylan shook his head with a a slow smile. “I’ve always lived in the City. I couldn’t imagine a life with all those big open spaces and no pizza delivery.”

“That’s terrible,” Dylan said after he listened. “I’m sorry your family did that to you. I’m really lucky that my family has always supported me, even when I had some crazy ideas.” He shrugged and reached over to pat Linus on the arm. “You shouldn’t have to change for anyone. Not even family.”

#luckylikelinusrp

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