#LOVESHARD is a selective multi-muse / multi-verse indie roleplay blog focused on queer muses. slice of life, celebrity, supernatural, superhero, and horror centric. dead dove content warning applies. triggering content will be present / tagged. mun does not equal muse. fandom crossover friendly. written by china. 21+ writers only.
GUIDELINES. MUSES. OPEN STARTERS. WANTED PLOTLINES. ASK MEMES.
draft count: 100. ask meme count: 85. starters owed: 00. [updated jan. 9]
deathrcll
in a way, the confession was so far out of left field that he had to sit and blink, stunned for a moment. " xavier ... " he didn't mean to, truly didn't, but he found himself chuckling. a little one, under his breath because the thought was so asinine that he didn't know how his boyfriend could be thinking something like that ; but he would be the first to say that he knew not all insecurities were rooted in fact. " you think i'd waste my time pretending with someone that i didn't want ? for almost a year ? " hopes that xavier can hear how silly it sounds spoken between them. " when i could've ignored you at the club we met at, and tried to all night ? " the times that thomas thought about how their relationship had started off, he's often surprised they'd gotten this far. the way he'd written xavier off as just another pretty rich boy not to get tangled up with yet had done exactly that enough times that it'd grown into love. that both of their dogs were in the house on the couch, he had things over here just as xavier had things at his apartment and finds himself laughing, again. " when i barely tolerate people most of the time ? " he has to question it, perplexed by it all. what would he ever gain from that ? it's not until his last comment that it all clicks, the picture suddenly clear as day before him.
" baby, of course you deserve it. why would you not deserve someone who loves you ? " he might not have wanted to hear the word said out loud like that and continued hiding, but thomas was starting to see that they had to move through it and not around. " i love everything about you. even those stupid eye masks that you think work but they're just scamming you. even though you're a little bit of a diva that can't be left alone in the kitchen unattended with sharp objects. even though you like to eat my ice cream then act like you'd never touch anything that has any non natural fat and sugars in it. even if sometimes you don't think that you should have it, i'll just remind you that you do. "
loveshard
well, when thomas put it that way… it was all kind of ridiculous. their tolerance for bullshit was zero, and their standards were, if not impeccable, then at least very, very rarely breached. the fact that the man could sustain a year with his company at all was, objectively, an act of devotion. of all his expectations, having his entire downward spiral listed out and calmly incinerated was the outcome he should’ve predicted from his boyfriend. “the eye patches are not a scam,” xavier protested out of instinct because he couldn’t help himself, even as his cheeks burned, “the mask literally says collagen infused, you can feel it tingle.” there was relief in the snipe-and-retort, and some unfathomable affection, because jesus, he loved a man who could recite his worst habits and then still want to get into bed with him immediately after. “but i know, i know. you could’ve ghosted,” he agreed, chuckling a bit himself, “but you didn’t.” it sounded right, spoken loud. thomas had told him, over and over, in the way he did everything: direct, patient, no sugar coating. the only thing wrong with xavier’s thinking was the thinking itself. still, habit bit deep, and the self-preserving instinct to keep the world at arm’s length didn’t just switch off because the math was now in his favor. his head tipped forward to rest his forehead against thomas’ collarbone, one arm curling loose and lazy, around the other’s waist. it was easier to be less mortified with his eyes closed. “instead you let me lure you into a horrifically depraved marathon of sex acts and an unstable dog situation. kind of noble, actually.”
finding the humor came easy, but the warmth that lingered underneath didn’t fade; if anything, it swelled higher, wrapping around his chest and making it all feel even more real. maybe that was the heart of the whole mess: the love was real, and he kept waiting for the feeling to vanish, because relationships came with end dates the way everything else in his life did. “okay, i get it,” xavier said, managing another breathy laugh, “you’re obsessed with me and my taste in frozen desserts. i’ll allow it.” he tipped his head up to catch thomas’ expression, his eyebrow arching. “but, like, you don’t ever freak out? not even a little?” he asked, squinting suspiciously. “i mean, you could’ve had a normal boyfriend,” he tried, concealing the truth within a joke, running a thumb over thomas’ bare hip. “the kind that likes football and, i don’t know, less likely to impulsively profess love at a holiday party. this is all hypothetical,” he clarified. “i’m just saying: you ended up with me. by choice. and you’re still here, even after all this time. you’re either extremely sentimental, or have a humiliating masochism streak. so, either way, you’re exactly my type,” he concluded with a sheepish smile.
the way hudcon has influenced me to begin working out again is so wild
valtsv
guy looking up "i think i like men" on his phone immediately after losing a fight with another man
