#icecoldbobbyman

Dying rp Starters

“And we didn’t even get to have sex man, this fucking sucks.” Alex collapses against the other, the weight of his body requiring too much energy to hold him up. “I mean, you did give me a pretty good orgasm that one time, but I’m pretty sure that your ass is just that great,” he laughs, before realizing just how painful that is considering his current situation.

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“Bobby...” He just let out a weak sigh, reaching for the other’s hand to take it gently. He didn’t really know what to say. They said they couldn’t save him- they weren’t even going to try now, it was too late, they said. He had a few hours left, maybe a day or two at a push. There was so much he wanted to say to the other but as he opened his mouth to speak, the words died at the back of his throat. Honestly, it wasn’t dying that he was scared of, it was leaving people behind. He didn’t want to hurt any of them, especially not Bobby. He wanted this to be painless for him, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. And the thought of hurting Bobby crushed him inside. “I’m sorry.” It was all he could bring himself to say as he squeezed the other’s hand a little tighter, looking up at him now as tears began to glaze over his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

Lincoln hadn’t really been out much in the past couple of days. After that night, it’s like he didn’t even trust himself to leave the house anymore. But he was starting to realise he couldn’t do it like this. He couldn’t keep himself locked up in his own house until he felt he was over it. This wasn’t a fight he was ever going to win on his own, he needed help. There were only a handful of people he’d really want around right now so he picked the first one that came to mind and sent them a text asking them to come over. When they agreed, a sense of both nervousness and relief washed over him. Relief that wasn’t going to be alone but nervous about what the other might say when he told him what happened...

It wasn’t long after that that he heard the knock at the door. As he opened it, a small smile graced his lips. “Hey... thanks for coming.”

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone

(literally just the zzz emoji)

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

boulevard of broken dreams- green day

how often our muses text

once in a while

what our muses normally text about

some really weird shit man

our muses’ last few texts