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WHCLESOME - selective indie multimuse written by m (he/him, 28) - getting back into tumblr rp after a long ass time being discord exclusive so bear with me pls - m/m or m/nb pairings only - nsfw themes present and will not be tagged unless explicitly asked

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mysteryoflovc

"I'm doing a piece on the whole team not just you." Nyjah doesn't roll his eyes because he's a professional but he really wants to. "Léo we ain't playin' this game just cause we hooked up. It was once and I'm working." He doesn't even bother motioning to his laptop set up where he's been interviewing the star players and more importantly to Nyjah the guys who don't get a lot of spotlight. He's got no problem putting them front and center if it gets them exposure. "So now can you sit so I can do my job? Won't even try and jump you. C'mon." He shifts in his own seat as he tries not to look at Léonardo's eyes. It's what got him to fold in the first place; the earnest sort of way they stare into your soul. It annoys him that they can't be seen outside of the others training facility because he knows it would stir up some bullshit he doesn't need. @whclesome

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Léonardo's head tilts back a bit at the force of Nyjah's words. "Good to see you again too." The rugby player swallows the hurt threatening to bubble up his throat and does what Nyjah asks, sitting down in a chair on the other side of the empty office the team had offered to the journalist. He sets down the two cups of coffee he'd come in with on the end table next to him. It's supposed to be a gesture of goodwill, but now if Nyjah wants his stupid coffee, he's gonna have to ask for it.

And okay, maybe Léo's eyes do linger on Nyjah's face. He can't help it! Thirty seconds ago, he'd been excited to see the journalist again. Nervous and awkward, yeah, but mostly excited! It seems like Nyjah is more in that first camp-- snuffing out a spark that hasn't even fucking ignited yet. "Glad you're doing well." And if Léo's tone sounds a little pointed... duh.

#mysteryoflovc

louestat

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mysteryoflovc

"Didn't expect to see you out. Since when do you get two days off in a row to be able to hit the club?" Patrick can't help but grin as he leans in to wrap the other up in a hug that's a little too handsy to be friendly. But that's his work husband so what else is he supposed to do? "Never even imagined you outside the hospital." They both know that's not true and there's a very incriminating DM thread between them. Patrick just tells himself that the photos they send each other are to tie them over until they see each other again at the hospital. "Don't even talk to me about anything work related. I ain't listening." Patrick's arm is still around the others waist before he finally pulls away. "You here alone?" @whclesome

whclesome

"I could ask you the same thing, bro!" Emery can't wipe the huge grin off his face even if he tried. He's genuinely shocked to see Patrick here, but obviously P-Dog's a club guy! It makes so much sense now that he's thinking about it! Not that he's thinking too hard about much with three shots of Patron already in his system. And it looks like their hands have the same idea. While Patrick's stay on Emery's waist, Emery is rubbing Patrick's shoulders and grinning, grinning.

And yeah, of course Emery's mind drifts back to the other night -- when Patrick had sent him a meme or something and Emery, twelve hours into a fourteen hour shift and pent up, replied with a mirror selfie with his blue scrub shirt pulled over his head. It was meant to be funny, but his abs and tits were out-- and also there was some pubeage happening too. So now Patrick knows he goes commando most days. Which is fine!

When P-Dog asks if he's here with anyone, Emery answers honestly. "I mean, someone is supposed to be meeting me here. Just... some chick." He's not sure why he feels so self-conscious all of the sudden. "But I haven't seen her yet. What about you? I can't wait to tell everyone on our floor that I saw you in a club!" And because he suddenly feels guilty for some reason, Emery pulls Patrick in for another big, excited hug.

#mysteryoflovc #sighhh back to long replies I guess

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mysteryoflovc

Warren doesn't know how things managed to get here when he'd been so in love he swore that they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. How he couldn't ever stomach the thought of Leiv with anybody else but him. And yet here they are two strangers who've been inside each other. He runs a hand through his long, dark hair tucking it behind his ear like he always does when he doesn't know what to do with his hands.

When the blonde tosses him the keys and gets out Warren starts to search for the words. All the questions he wants to ask. He quickly shoves the keys in his pockets and gets out. "What are you doing?" Warren doesn't hesitate to question the other. "Yes. I always do." And he does because he needs to smoke to go to bed and he either needs to have food or he'll take his ass to the gas station. "Why are you tryna come inside? You miss me or something Leiv?" Warren's tone is teasing but he really needs to fucking know. Warren leads the other towards his place as he fumbles the keys out of his pocket.

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Leiv braves the barrage of questions coming from Warren like it's muscle memory or something, and honestly it probably is. In spite of their many differences -- physically, emotionally, and obviously in their choice of sport -- the spark between them had been impossible to ignore back when they'd first met. And it seems like not much has changed in the months they've been apart. They're already falling back into the swing of things. Again-- muscle memory.

Speaking of which. Leiv places his hands on Warren's shoulders and puts his muscles to use, opting to playfully push forward and usher Warren towards his home instead of answering any questions. "Just open the door." He growls in Warren's ear. But it's not the same tone he took with the impound lady. No-- this is something that's always been for Warren's ears only.

#mysteryoflovc

mysteryoflovc

Warren watches the side of the others face and bites back the grin that threatens to spread across his mouth. He knows they're in dangerous territory right now. Warren has always wanted him and Leiv doesn't really ever tell him no. It would be easier if the other man was mad at him. If they could delve into anger and arguing but that's not them. It never was them. That's why breaking up with civility made it even harder to move on. If he can't hate Leiv what else is he supposed to feel about him? Warren knows anger and hatred but this indifference is something else. Something entirely out of his wheelhouse.

"I'm taking care of myself." Warren doesn't know what Leiv means exactly. He blinks over at the other as he listens to him. Warren remembers all that too but it felt meaningless when they split up. He can drive just fine without a license. "You don't need to worry about that shit for me Leiv." Easier said then done when Warren's the one calling for help right?

"Okay, man. I know that." Now Warren has no choice but to stare right at Leiv like the weight of his gaze might make him say something else. Look back. "Thankfully I won't keep your car after this eh? You'll be free from my call ever again."

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Leiv feels the pointed punctuation of man in Warren's tone. It's deserved: a blunt sign that things between them have changed-- which Leiv isn't quite sure either of them have really grappled with since they'd first called things off. The big blond doesn't want to fight. He loves fighting, obviously. It's what he's known for on the ice and at the local bars: finishing whatever some idiot is dumb enough to start. But he never likes fighting with Warren. Even now.

He lets out a long exhale through his nose as he turns onto Warren's street. The younger guy's being melodramatic, which isn't anything new. Doesn't keep Leiv from feeling sorry for him, though. He puts the car in park and tosses the keys into Warren's lap, which he was going to do even before all of this woe-is-me, then gets out. Once his big duffel bag is back around his shoulder, Leiv folds his arms across his beefy chest. "You got stuff in your fridge?" It's partially a playful dig at Warren, meant to distract from the fact that Leiv is inviting himself in, but the skater would also probably remember that Leiv is pretty much always hungry.

#mysteryoflovc #the way i'm listening to carrie & lowell rn

ad0rati0ns

vincent would never get over this, he was sure of it. humiliation was buried deep within him at this point. what if edwin shared what he saw with anyone else? his reputation- his wife's reputation- would be damaged beyond repair. he opens his mouth, eyebrows raising incredulously. why was the other apologizing to him? "there is no need to apologize. it is i...who should."

he winces, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. this close he could smell him. it does nothing but remind him that he never finished the job. the tightness in his trousers was slowly going away, but vincent didn't dare do anything about it.

the kerchief. vincent bit his lip. "i uh-" he lips his lips. "i will order you something special. a new kerchief." hesitantly, he lifts his hand and claps it down on edwin's shoulder. "how about we both just forget this ever happened?"

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this close, edwin could feel vincent's discomfort physically radiate off his person. his heart dropped, listening to the man he held in such high regard trudge through his words as if each syllable pained him so. and it was all thanks to eddie's blunder. naturally, spat edwin sr from the back of jr's mind, and the dead weight of dread began to fill his stomach.

paired with that aforementioned adrenaline-pumping foreign warmth, edwin's emotions quickly overwhelmed him. in a fit of blind terror, he embraced vincent right there in the corridor, holding him tight as a boy would a father possessing far better emotional faculties than one mr albury.

"forgive me, vincent." edwin sighed in the older man's ear, gently pressing his fingers into the meat of his shoulder blades. the olive branch vincent provided was overshadowed by edwin's self-loathing-- along with whatever that other thing was. "i cannot bear the notion of hurting you. you are..." what was vincent to edwin? how could he possibly put that into words, especially in this state? "you're everything. everything."

#ad0rati0ns #ohhh the drama ohhhhh

shadysgrove

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#☼│ whose mans ( wanted fc )#gimme daddy gimme daddy

boysfromtheburbs

Normally Eli was used to being the wall patrons talked at, never letting him get a word in edgewise. Those were usually his favorites. It gave him a sort of unofficial break. Get enough liquor in anyone and they were dying to tell him their life stories. And Eli just had to sit back and listen. But, Leiv? Leiv almost was making him work for it. Talking up a storm for a crumb of a reply. It was such an oddly refreshing change of pace, Eli had no choice but to give the man he once scolded, his full attention.

"Yeah, well, I try. Not many bars that give a shit what kind of rating they got online, but if you look it up? They all mention me." Eli pointed out, not out of any kind of inflated hubris, but as simple fact. His work meant a lot to him and giving patrons quality service was part of that work. "Leiv," Eli let his name roll around on his tongue. A name he didn't hear often around their parts. "Nice name." He smiled. "Downtown, huh? So, you're one of those big league types. Didn't know I had a celebrity athlete in the house tonight. I would've worn my prettier smile."

Eli snorted, clearly appreciative of the effort the man of so few words made to make his offer. It was endearing. "I'd love to." Eli responded, not sure if the answer would surprise Leiv. "It's nice to get out for a change. And I should learn a little more about hockey. Maybe I'd actually understand what these puck-heads are talking about half the time." Eli cocked his head down the line towards some of his regulars. His smile slowly morphed into a cheeky smirk. "No girl. Don't swing that way. But, no boy either. So, just the one ticket, if you don't mind." Eli leaned in further and hummed softly.

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Leiv gave Eli an affirmative grunt, raising his beer to his lips and chugging half of it in an effort to combat just how warm in the face the bartender's pronunciation of his name made him. Everything about this guy was so effortless, so cool, it really made the blond wonder what Eli was doing here and not, say, West Hollywood, where his demeanor would make more sense.

Leiv wasn't proud to admit it, but part of him wondered if Eli acted like this all the time-- if this was how went above and beyond to get those extra tips from all the guys he could clock. But then he heard his sister in his ear chiding him not to be so cynical. The guy had literally just come out to Leiv, after all, and told him he only needed one ticket. Maybe it was finally time to throw in the towel and accept that Eli was flirting with him.

"Oh, okay." Leiv replied, ever the Casanova. "I'll tell the Will Call to keep an eye out for a charmer named Eli." And speaking of which, the hockey player adjusted his makeshift ice pack. "Can I get a last name, or is that something I have to work up to?"

#boysfromtheburbs

n4stys

open to m inspo : give me frat bros who hook up and simply won't call this what it is .

" you know , not that i care but if you don't want people thinking this is something , maybe crashing in my bed isn't the best idea . "

whclesome

"i'm sorry you feel that way," comes luke's intro psych reply. rule number one of casual sex: saying 'not that i care' actually means you fucking care a lot. "but like-- personally, i don't see anybody else around to clock your tea, bro." and that's intro gender studies talking. and because he knows it'll piss him off, luke cuddles into his bro, letting out a satisfied sigh before adding: "unless you want me out 'cause you got a hot date or somethin'."

#n4stys #hii hope this is okay :) :)#also full disclosure I have NOT seen the show but bless them for the abundance of frat boy gifs

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#thank u and a thousand blessings upon you

ad0rati0ns

pale skin flushed with exertion, blood pumping through vincent's veins. his usual neat hair was messed up, sticking to his forehead and curling above his ears. he was so close to finishing, so close to the edge but the movement by the door caught his eyes. a sudden, sinking feeling overtook the pleasure he was feeling. he dropped the kerchief as if it burned him.

pleasure forgotten, vincent sat up. his heart beat quickly as he stepped out of bed, scrambling to button up his trousers. he ran a head through his hair, the weight of what he'd done- what edwin had seen- crashed through him.

he made his way to the hallway, feeling sheepish. his footsteps were heavy as he made his way down the corridor. vincent was surprised to see edwin slumped in one of the chairs. he licked his lips and avoided eye contact for a moment. "edwin- what you saw or think you saw back there- i didn't..." he paused. "it was a private moment and i apologize that you were witness."

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as soon as the two men saw each other, edwin scrambled to his feet. standing at attention as if he had been the one caught doing something, well, private. his face blanched upon noting the sheepish look on vincent's face-- save for his cheeks, which were a blotchy red, making him resemble more of a schoolboy than the man he should be. truthfully, he looked up to vincent a great deal. he knew his mother regarded vincent highly as a wonderful husband for her cathy, but also as a positive masculine influence on her son. providing young eddie with, say, the encouragement he seldom received from mr albury.

"vincent, please--" edwin's voice was strained, almost sickly. he was trying to speak while still attempting to keep his heart from leaping up his throat. "i'm the one who should be apologizing. i don't know what came over me. barging into a man's bedroom like that--" he stilled when he spotted a maid coming down the hall with fresh linens. stepped closer to vincent and looked away as she walked past them. "please forgive me, chum. i was only looking for my..."

the kerchief, of course. the one vincent had seemed hellbent on making a mother. it was then that eddie noticed the clumps of hair matted to vincent's slick forehead. and suddenly eddie's eyes stung, overcome once more with that foreign warmth. what was this feeling that overwhelmed him?

#ad0rati0ns #someday I promise the replies will get shorter!!

ad0rati0ns

muse: vincent wainwright (depending on the verse a lord or prince), fc philip froissant

open to: f / m / nb (slight preference for period fcs)

verse: period/fantasy

plot: basically this with some editing. vincent has something of your muse's (ex: a handkerchief, cravat, embroidery, shawl, etc)

it was entirely useless now. vincent was an utter fool, prisoner to the thoughts that invaded his mind. he tried to keep them out of his head- it was the sensible thing to do. usually, vincent was an sensible man. but the very thought of the other was making his skin hot. deciding to surrender to his compulsions, vincent removed his clothes and laid down on his bed. he reached over to his side table, taking the fabric out of the secret compartment. he brought it up to his nose and inhaled. he could still smell traces of them. with a red face and a pool of shame in his belly, vincent moved his hand down, slowly brushing his sensitive skin. he shut his eyes, picturing the other touching him instead of his own hands. he rubbed his length lazily, feeling himself harden with every tug. blissful sighs escaped his lips as his movements grew more hurried. he wrapped the fabric around himself, groaning at the friction. vincent's hips bucked with desperation. he felt himself on the edge of a cliff. suddenly, a creaking of wood disturbed him. glazed eyes opened to find the very object of their affection standing at his door. for a moment, he thought them a vision in his mind, his hand moving faster. but it soon kicked in that they were really there. he stilled his movements, chest raising and falling. what was there to say? he could not lie or pretend he wasn't doing something inappropriate. instead he slowly sat up and stared at the other. "i apologize..."

whclesome

the first thing edwin's gaze registered was his burgundy kerchief. he'd mistakenly left it in vincent's chambers a couple days prior, after they'd returned from their hunt. the pair had arrived later than expected, and edwin had pulled the thing out of his pocket to wipe at his forehead just before they'd promptly been whisked away to supper. naturally, young eddie had only noticed the damned thing was missing a couple minutes ago-- and he'd entered vincent's chambers without knocking because he'd assumed the man would be elsewhere.

the next thing edwin noticed was the thing his kerchief was wrapped around. vincent's cock. it was moving up and down vincent's cock. vigorously. and then edwin registered the noises. happy libidinous exertions that sounded totally foreign leaving vincent's mouth. when by some miraculous effort edwin's gaze finally drifted up to vincent's face, he saw the older man looking right at him-- gripped, surely, by some otherworldly euphoric force. and it was as if a dagger made of flame had pierced edwin's heart.

the younger gentleman didn't stay to hear the rest of vincent's apology-- fleeing the room as politely as he could muster in his state. he turned to close the door gingerly, then made it a couple paces down the hall before his legs gave out. he collapsed into a chair nearby, thankfully, and laid a hand flat against his chest in an attempt to steady his breathing. how was it possible that he felt like he was drowning and set ablaze at the same time? and all he could see when he closed his eyes was vincent's face looking at him: sighing, sighing, over and over again.

#ad0rati0ns #hii hope this is okay!!#i'm thinking edwin can be a young noble who's grown close to vincent?#or a bro in law or vincent's gamekeeper really

mysteryoflovc

Warren tries to keep his gaze ahead of him but there's always been something magnetic between them. His gaze drawn to Leiv in a way he could never explain and had never explained. No one had ever known about them and Warren hadn't even told his closest friends. Just let it fester in his chest like a wound. Sitting in the passenger seat reminds him of the countless times Warren just wanted to see him and the other would come whenever he could.

Still, he stares at the side of his face and resists the urge to reach out a finger to press right where he's noticed the Leiv's clenched jaw. Warren wonders what part of what he said caused that. He doesn't know who the others got in the car he's driving now. Who sits in the passenger seat and watches him with hearts in their eyes.

"Money?" Warren full on glances at the other as his brows knit together in confusion. Their gazes meet and he doesn't understand why the other would ask him that. "No." He wants to grab the others hand so badly but he resists. Keeps them at his side before he rolls his eyes. "Just lookin' for an excuse to touch me huh?" Warren swats at Leiv's hand with a grin as he rolls his eyes. "I'm just built like this. Can't all have hockey player builds can we?"

whclesome

Leiv lets out a huff, retracting his hand once Warren swats it away. He's mildly amused, not that he wants the younger man to pick up on that. It's a little comforting and a little scary-- just how easy it seems to be to fall back into the swing of things with Warren. The hockey player has to remind himself that he was back here with Warren for a reason, and it isn't necessarily a good one.

"You need to take care of yourself, Warren." The big blond's voice was soft over the car's AC. "Getting the car towed-- fuck, driving without a license? I thought we talked about studying for your permit test. Taking some driver's ed classes." That had been ages ago, though. And Leiv knew what he was doing when he left his car with Warren.

"I'm not always gonna be around to bail you out, man." Man, not babe. Leiv's never called Warren man at any point in their relationship. The weight of this new switch-up sits heavy in the car, and Leiv suddenly feels a little guilty saying anything at all-- even though he shouldn't.

#mysteryoflovc

usermasked

𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝟢𝟢𝟩

#☼│ whose mans ( wanted fc )#give me an army boy PLEASSEEE

boysfromtheburbs

A part of Christopher couldn't help but feel bad. He remembered what it was like being young, running off to who knows where, just to get away from it all. To be in nature and connect with the world around him, where he wouldn't be scolded for not meeting expectations. And there he was, scolding the young man, catching breath on his dock, not having done anything wrong. As of yet, at least.

"That's, uh, that's alright, man." Christopher cleared his throat awkwardly, averting his eyes from his near nudeness. It wasn't everyday that hunks washed up on shore, but there was a first time for everything. "Look, I'm not gonna call the cops or anything. You should just be more careful. Some of these big wigs around here won't hesitate to deal with trespassers. But, you seem nice enough to me." Chris couldn't help but impart, giving the young man a soft smile.

"Oh, hold on a second." Chris scurried through his back door and nabbed one of the towels he kept in a small cabinet for whenever he, himself wanted a dip. Emerging back outside, he walked down the dock and handed the towel over. "There you go, consider it a peace offering of sorts." Chris offered, doing his best to keep his eyes on the man's face. Everything on him was just so distracting. "Water was nice, huh? I can tell from the look in your eyes. You needed it."

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Ryder ducked his head down as the older man chided him about trespassing, his red cheeks even more blotchy now that the cold lake water had paled his skin. The cops -- god, he'd forgotten about them. How had he forgotten? His dad -- the sheriff -- would be home in a couple hours to see that his truck and his son were both missing. And that'd only be the case if someone hadn't already phoned the station about the abandoned truck on Lakeshore Drive...

"Thanks for not calling the cops," Ryder finally replied, not about to clue the guy in on his ties to the local PD. And he watched as said guy ran back to his house to grab him a towel. "Thanks," he said again, taking the towel and brushing it over his toned body, now goosebump-addled thanks to the setting sun behind him. After that, he tied the towel around his waist, damp fabric hanging loosely toward the bottom of the V of his hips.

"Water's cold, but it felt pretty good." Ryder shrugged again, warming up for some reason at the thought of this guy -- who could very well be twice his age -- looking deep into his eyes. "Don't know why I got in, but I just.. you know, did it. And here I am." He huffed out a little laugh, looking past the man to the house behind him. "Your family must think I'm a psycho or something."

#boysfromtheburbs

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