Just Breathe

If anyone doesn’t know already, I am leaving this blog behind and bringing my muses and threads to a new blog ( @lostinthemusings ) . I am in need of a fresh blog where it’s more organized and tagged correctly, as well as leave behind the negativity that has plagued the blog in the past. It’s bitter sweet to leave these threads that I’ve had in the past, but I hope everyone understands my decision to start over. 

I have made my decision about this blog. I am NOT going to be doing any more replies (except a select few that are back and forth with me until Friday). I feel that it would be easier to have the drafts on my end to reply to on my new blog rather than having my partner tag my new blog. I don’t want to make the transition harder on my partners so I’m trying to make it as smooth as possible. 

As most of you may know, it’s been over 7 years since I’ve had this blog and I feel that a fresh start will benefit me mentally and emotionally. Ships and threads will stay the same unless my RP partner says otherwise. 

My new blog is @lostinthemusings and I will let my partners know about this change. I’ve never done this before, so please be patient with me as I’m trying to remember everyone I’m writing with. 

The replies I have right now and will be moved to my new blog (unless stated otherwise) are:

@heavensfirstson: Birthday | Shooting @a-kitten-with-claws : Thomas/Kit @spywriter27: Katie/Dante @hopeful-dreamer-muses: Alec/Dante

PLEASE TELL ME IF I OWE YOU!!! I don’t want to miss anyone in the middle of this (this is when I tell myself I should have had a thread tracker. I will be setting up one on the new blog.) 

Nick bit down on his lower lip, his eyes suddenly darkening slightly despite the dim light around them. They had a lot of lost time to make up for. 

“We have all the time in the world to see a movie now. We don’t have to worry about that.” Nick replied, a smile on his face as he moved out of the theatre with the other man. “I’m not too far. We’ll call a cab, though. Quicker.” Taking Thomas’ hand, Nick pulled him outside onto the street and hailed the first taxi he could see. 

Nick now, movie later. Thomas had the drive to move quickly out of the theater into the warm sun. Normally, he would enjoy a nice day like this in the park or walk around the city and eating food from the street carts-- which has the best food in his opinion. Not today.

“Wanted to be pounded,” Oliver repeated with an amused smile. “bottom-leaning, I take it?” he teased all in good fun, not finding it bad at all to be sharing these kind of secrets with each other. That was, after all, the point of this whole escapade.

But then the question was tossed back and he couldn’t exactly say he was surprised. After all, this was the way the conversation was heading already. He did the same by putting some nachos into his mouth and humming as he tried to recall the exact scene where he had been, well, less than decent.

“I was a football player in highschool,” he started in a soft whisper, like somebody could hear him, “And there was this one bully at the school. Total asshole, but he was so hot. I dunno how, we started banging— And one day, during one of our games…. Coach pulled me out of the field and I was angry and frustrated and needed something to clear my head and… We ended up fucking under the bleachers while the team was out playing.”

He made a small pause to laugh at his own behavior.

“I frown upon it now, but back then… Best sex I’ve ever had.”

Ahh, Oliver caught that. Salem peered over at his friend with an expression of amusement. “What! Yes, I love bottoming but sometimes taking control can be fun, too. It’s uh. I guess I just have to get to know the person a bit more.” It was hard to explain and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Oliver. 

“And here I thought I was the rebellious police officer. It sounds like you have quite a naughty past, too. And under the bleachers!” That sounded like a cliche, to have sex under the bleachers during a game. And what made it even better to imagine was Oliver as a football player... that was pretty hot to imagine. He wondered if Oliver was the top or the bottom.