𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈

21+ indie multimuse rp. penned by melanie.

[peoplepleascr]

𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦. 32. 𝘱𝘴𝘵. 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦. 21 + 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺. 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴: too many. 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴: 18. 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘶𝘦: 00.

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[aperturcs]

# let the light in - an independent, twenty-one plus, multimuse, original character roleplay blog penned by melanie ( 33 / pst ).

[offsidcs]

you have to start somewhere.

the guilt returns, coursing through his body. things would have been easier if he would have been accepting of tate from the get go. instead, he let his anger and disappointment he felt towards chessie bubble over and get directed at someone who didn't deserve it. his brother didn't ask to be given up for adoption.

"i have to start somewhere." he repeats before he begins to spiral again. chase is already thinking of ways they can include him without overwhelming him. lunch at their favorite diner. perhaps grabbing a coffee at the shop he and jasper had discovered during his first year here. there were plenty of ways and while he wasn't sure he'd even go for any of it, he had to start somewhere. an invitation was the best he could do and patience would be key, he knew.

not that he was ever any good at that sort of thing, but for tate, he would try.

"it has been a weird season but like, isn't that what we're here for? to boost morale, get the guys going? i've been doing a shit job. i don't even - do you know i missed leo's fifth birthday the other day? leo, of all people! lucas said it was okay, that his son really didn't even notice, but like...come on. i'm supposed to be on top of this." it seemed like he was a little too late this season, although that wasn't stopping him from vowing to be a better alternate, starting tomorrow. not tonight, because he felt terrible and wanted to be selfish, but tomorrow was a new day. "i've been looking at photos of him. i can see my mom sometimes. not much, though. i see jasper. and then i see...i see my dad. and that makes me a bit jealous, you know? 'cause i look more like our mother but i...i don't know. it's stupid." he mumbles, shaking his head. that wasn't important. he had other things to worry about. it didn't matter if he looked like jefferey love or not.

"yes. absolutely! besides, he's like, a lot taller than the both of us. he could probably beat jasper's ass if he wanted to. i think he always took joy in the fact that regardless of how old we were, i was always the smaller out of the two of us. tate, though? i bet he would have won the wrestling matches we had as kids." another laugh escaping from his lips. his emotions are all over the place tonight, although mathis always seems to take him in stride. he's not quite sure how he does it. chase used to think the same about blake, but clearly it had been too much for her. hopefully i wouldn't turn too much for the older male as well. he does his best to ignore the funny feeling in his stomach as he continues to lay across him, placing kisses along his jaw. "i think you misunderstood what i was trying to say. that's okay. i don't think you'd let me top anyway." it doesn't go unnoticed that he doesn't confirm nor deny his accusation of giving him what he wanted. chase wants to know what that means, but he doesn't ask. he doesn't want to scare him away, not when he was the only thing holding him together as of late. "but i do enjoy it. and underneath you. and besides you. and just...with you. you're very handsome. and you have an accent. people would go crazy for that sort of thing. i've seen the tweets about you. you have a lot of fans, mathis christen. sometimes i get a little jealous, 'cause of how they talk about you like you are theirs."

[peoplepleascr]

while it wasn't something that mathis could really imagine for himself, chase made it easy to see all the worries and concerns on his face. every expression revealed a part of what he was feeling and every glance away showed that a new thought was going through his mind. mathis wanted to help slow it down, wanted to help take all his worries away.

mathis shrugs. "people forget things, chase. you may be an alternate, but you are not expected to be perfect. you cannot remember every birthday and focus on your own life. it is fine that you forget some things, so long as you always remember to be as kind as you always are. that is your strength, the reason why you are wearing an a on your chest and why you mean so much to so many people." his hand finds the back of chase's head, his body working on instinct to try to comfort the man sprawled on top of him. "its not stupid if it upsets you. i don't think you should hold it against him, but you are allowed to feel any way that you need to feel about this. you are allowed to be jealous that he got part of your father that you did not get and wanted, but do remember that you have parts of him as well."

mathis listens patiently while tate talks about a childhood that could have been with tate and can't help but feel his own pang of jealousy about a childhood that he never really had. wolf was the closest he had to that kind of relationship. the relationship with his own siblings had never been playful or fun; their parents high expectations had made sure that they were competitors rather than friends. "is that to mean that you always lost to jasper?" mathis teases him, fingers wrapping in chase's hair. a laugh escapes mathis, vibrating through his chest, "you could try to top me, but i don't think you would be able to, pet. i think you'd be on your back begging for me before you could." mathis listens to chase, attuned to every word, but he can't find any response other than to ask, "why does that make you jealous, chase?"

[teex]

PHI @ DET 04.09.26

[manny-jacinto]

MANNY JACINTO arrives at the Hermès Menswear Fall-Winter 2025/2026 show as part of Paris Fashion Week on January 25, 2025 in Paris, France

[ghostmemesource]

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[offsidcs]

"can you like - come on jasper. you look a mess." chase licks his palm and reaches over, attempting to tame his older brother's flyaways much like their mother had done when they were younger. "what kind of impression does that make?" he's clearly nervous. the younger love hadn't been able to sit still since they had arrived at the restaurant, waiting for tate. what if he didn't show up? the thought crosses his mind as he practically vibrates in his seat, knee bouncing and fingers drumming on the table top as they wait. just as he's about to make another comment about jasper's appearance, he sees a familiar head of curls walk through the diner's door. "how come he's so tall? i wish i was tall." frowning slightly, he waits to see if tate sees them and once he deems that he can't, he starts waving his arms around like a mad man. "over here!" // @peoplepleascr

[peoplepleascr]

"cha- chase." his hands whack in the air around his head, attempting to push away his brother's spit covered hands from his head. "i don't think he's gonna care if my hair is a little messy. you know we already know him, don't you? its not like its a first impression." however, to help soothe chase's anxiety, jasper presses his hand to the top of his head, smoothing out the flyaways that were bound to be there. "happy? is that better?" its only a few more seconds before chase is wishing he was that tall, jasper laughing, "guess they saved it all for the last one." and then again he's waving his hands around like some kind of idiot to try to calm his brother down, "okay, okay - i think he saw you now."

tate had seen them when he walked in. he just had almost turned around and walked the other way instead of joining his... brothers. he wanted to get to know them like they were his brothers, but it was hard. it wasn't fair to blame anyone, they hadn't known, but he couldn't help it. and then chase started waving his arms around in the air and he knew he wouldn't be able to sneak out, so he made his way to the booth and slid into the empty side, bunching his hands tightly in his lap. "thanks for getting dinner with me."

[thatsmyaphrodite]

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[kyarwu]

mitski relapse

[la-sirena-en-el-mar-deactivated]

[daeron-pilled]

I miss him 😩

[canesbian]

[@canes: who can go the longest without talking] —probably …. Svech

[talahui]

QB in FACEOFF: inside the nhl

[wmnylander]

[bruiscdmouth-deactivated2026051]

he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth as he tries to get feeling back in his legs. he stumbles onto the sidewalk before he turns at the sound of a familiar voice. eyes squinting as he sees aubrey. his stomach still swoops at the sight of him. he does not even fucking want to know why he's here. he doesn't ask. "no. i'm okay." the blonde tells him as he steps closer before leaning into the open window of the truck. "you took up stalking in your free time? can put it right next to cheater."

[peoplepleascr]

if it was possible, levi was more beautiful today than he was the day that he left. maybe it was because aubrey was only used to seeing him from far away now, from following him and removing whatever man levi had found to amuse himself for the night from the equation. levi's response is better than he hopes; he actually approaches the car and aubrey has to grip onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turn whire to keep himself from reaching out and yanking levi into the truck. "my resume is impressive, no?" he flashes a smile at levi, hoping to tempt him into the truck. "come, cherie. you never know who you might run into on the streets here."

[offsidcs]

i am sure you bring good to the table.

no one says that about him and he's made sure of it. he's spent years since leaving bentley curating his image, making sure it wouldn't tempt people to spend more than one night with him. some tried, but quickly lost interest once they realized that the rumors about him were true.

sort of.

ramona seems to have figured it out. and if she hasn't yet, then she was on her way.

there was more to justin thompson than what he let on.

"sure they have. but then i do shit like this. does it really count if i'm still doing shitty things?" he asks, raising a brow. an attempt to fish. she probably won't take the bite. she has yet to tonight, much to his surprise. he doesn't know what to do with it.

a frown crosses his features. "not fair. did you come all of this way just to tease me? i can't have you?" so maybe she was right to say that none of them compared to her. his hands grip her hips, pulling her close. "why are you here, mona?"

[peoplepleascr]

the rumors might have been true enough to turn off most people, but mona wasn't most people. most of her life, people had spent making assumptions about her based on her brother, her parents, the way that she looked. she couldn't bring herself to do the same thing with justin, even when his actions proved the rumors had some truth to them.

justin was hurt, not in a way that could have been fixed overnight, or even quickly and that hurt made him hurt other people. mona couldn't make herself hate him for that.

she laughs and shakes her head, "if you think you letting someone kiss you or get in your lap will hurt me, then maybe you don't know me as well as you think. baby, you could have let me watch."

she lets him pull her closer, dipping her head forward like she would give in, before pulling her head back, "who said anything about teasing you? this is your punishment. you thought you could go find something better, why should i allow you to have me?"

his question takes her off guard, eyes widening for a split second before she regains her composure. "you didn't answer my call. i was worried."

[slcwkarma]

it was late, much later than elias usually stayed up but here he was. he'd just gotten back from a late game and he always struggled winding down especially where a loss was involved. his mind constantly going over what he could've done better, what he missed on the ice, what went wrong. there were so many things he missed that he was sure the media would dissect later and he'd read about in the morning. it's how it always went. elias' house was too large and too quiet without the kids. even if they were home and asleep, he'd feel better — less on edge, but they were still with their mother. there was someone else missing from his home — dante. it'd been weeks it felt like, since he last saw the other. but every moment since he'd walked out that door, all elias thought about was yet again, what he did wrong. pulling his phone out, elias scrolled and scrolled until he landed on that familiar name — dante's name. this wasn't a good idea, he was sure of it but a bigger part of elias didn't care. he just wanted dante here with him now more than ever, so his fingers carefully typed out one message — will you come over? @peoplepleascr

[peoplepleascr]

he definitely hadn't thought about elias. he hadn't spent most of the nights since leaving elias' house at a hotel that he could barely afford, drinking until he passed out because it was the only way he could put himself to sleep. he didn't get hopeful every time his phone vibrated that it was elias asking him to come back.

it was another one of those nights when he finally received the text he had been waiting for. immediately uber was up on his phone and a car was on their way to the hotel, and dnate was running out the front doors so he didn't miss it.

on my way i guess

that sounded nonchalant, right? that made it seem like he wasn't just waiting for elias to text him, to ask for him back. his hotel wasn't far, it had been the first one he found the night he left and he hadn't bothered to find another, so it was only a few minutes before dante's knuckles were tapping against elias' front door. "i'm here. what do you want? hurry before i leave. its fuckin' cold out here."