#Pleathe... Give me. Job

[marciliedonato]

I must be a vampire the way I'm getting interviewed... 🤔💯💯

[vampcubus]

Okay but like, Izuku's s/o sneaked in his dorm room late at night to blow him but he has to do his damn best to not be too loud or he'll wake up half of the building. He's all muffled sounds, squirming body, face red and tears in his eyes. 😍 Oh and he cant touch her cause those are the rules! 😋💞

A/N: Gettin some of those leftover Thirsty Thursday asks finished~ I loved this one!! Bless the anon who sent me it 😍💚 This got long, oops.

(Y/N/N = Your Nickname)

Warnings: nsfw!!, blow jobs, somnophilia?? (kind of? at first?)

Words: 1600+

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Shh (Midoriya/Reader | nsfw)

You slipped into Izuku’s dorm as quietly as possible, smiling when you saw your boyfriend fast asleep, drooling onto the pillow a little as he dreamed the night away. You can only hope that he’s having good dreams, though you’ve come to make those dreams even better. It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for you to creep into his room in the middle of the night since both of you had a hard time sleeping sometimes, that and you just couldn’t keep your hands off one another. Not always in a sexual way of course, usually, you just snuck in to cuddle or sleep with him for a few hours of the night.

But you weren’t interested in cuddling or a wink of sleep tonight.

Carefully, you peeled away the covers from his chin to the foot of his bed, crawling onto the end of the bed to make a plan of attack. You took a moment to admire him, that dumb shirt with “shirt��� written across the front slightly skewed to reveal a glimpse of his abs, pillow clutched to his chest as he lightly snored into it. You licked your lips and crawled over him, running your hands delicately up and down his thighs. He made a noise in his sleep but otherwise didn’t stir. You sink down onto the mattress parting his legs to get comfy between them as your hands started to knead his thighs, thumbs tracing ever closer to the space between his legs.

Izuku twitched and sighed at the contact, body shifting around some. Grinning you pressed your cheek against the bulge in his basketball shorts, nuzzling your cheeks against the length of him as he slowly reacted to your touch. Your hand slid from his thigh to grope him through his shorts, squeezing the shape of his hardening cock as he began to squirm and mumble. You thought you heard him murmur your name once, but you could just be imagining things with the clouded state your mind was in.

Starting to get impatient, you eagerly hooked your fingers under the waistband of his basketball shorts and tugged them down his legs, eyes widening in delight when you saw the wet spot already forming where his tip nearly popped out of his boxers. Licking your lips, you slid those off too. You felt yourself growing warm between your thighs as you wrapped an eager hand around his shaft, already beginning to pump the length of him from base to tip. Izuku canted his hips into your grasp in his sleep, a crease starting to form between his brows. You definitely heard him whisper your name this time.

As soon as you started trailing butterfly kisses up the sides of his cock Izuku began to wriggle and shift around on the sheets, eyes moving behind his lids as he started to stir, a few soft moans of approval escaping his lips. As you trailed the flat of your wet tongue up the underside of his member you felt his abdomen shudder under your hand and heard a squeak of your name from above. You looked up to see sleepy emerald eyes peering down into yours, half-lidded and most likely not entirely awake but still conscious enough for you to hum against him at the sight.

His eyes fluttered shut at the vibration and then shot back open when he began to process what was going on.

“Y-Y/N? Wh-what’re you doing—oh fu~ck,” Izuku’s startled questions were cut off by his own moan as you took the head of his cock into your mouth and sucked, knowing how sensitive he was in that specific spot. 

He tosses his head of curls back when you slip another inch of him into your inviting mouth, hands darting into your hair instinctively as he shuddered in pleasure. To his surprise, you popped off his length and tugged his fingers from your tresses and pressed them to the sheets instead.

“Nuh-uh, no touching! You so much as try and I’ll leave you like this. Do you want that?” You asked in that husky almost honey-like tone you used almost specifically to turn him on, at least that’s how he perceived it. He shook his head frantically and clutched the sheets instead, stuttering out a meek ���No…” before you wrapped your lips back around him.

Izuku shivered at the return of your mouth’s heat and choked when you took nearly all of him into your mouth at once. His hips jerked up against your face, and you firmly press a hand against his abdomen to keep them pinned down. As you took in two-thirds of his thick length you began to bob your head, thighs rubbing together at the mewl that tumbled from his trembling lips. The heavenly noises that followed making you drip for him even more, but as his volume increased you started to worry. Humming, you pulled off his length, receiving a pitiful look and whimper from the green-haired boy below you. The clear confusion in his pretty green eyes making you smile.

“Quiet down some, we can’t have you waking up half the building now can we?” You cooed, and he rushed to cover his mouth with his palm as you swallowed his cock again, the tip of him hitting the back of your throat as it contracted around him.

Izuku let out a muffled squeal against his hand as you dragged your tongue against the underside, your nose pressing into his pubes every time you descended onto his impressive length. He was breathing heavily, thighs shaking underneath you and twitching up to brush against your full cheeks every now and then as his body spasmed. You let your eyes drift up to see your handiwork and swoon when you see the beautiful red his face has turned, tears pooling at the corners of his emerald green eyes, eyes rolled back as his hips struggle against your hold. He moans between his fingers, unable to muffle the sound and you suck him a little harder, moving up to focus on the tip and fondling his balls with your hand.

Izuku keens, back arching into your touch as the tears start streaming down his flushed face, eyes half-rolled into the back of his head as he fights to watch your lips engulf his length and submit to the pleasure. He barely muffles a strangled groan when you take him deep into your throat again.

“P-pleath fasthter! Ohh, fasthter, pleath!” He begs, his pleadings muffled by his sweaty palm as his hips continued to try and buck.

Instead of increasing your pace, you slow down and he thrashes beneath you, writhing on the sheets in frustration as the tears pool down his freckled cheeks. He whines pathetically and you reward him with a moan around his cock, to which he chokes out a groan. Removing his hand from his lips, he tries to beg again, trying to reach out to that soft spot he knows you have in you. The one that’s always hardest to get to, but gives him whatever he wants.

“Y/N/N~ Please… please, baby… more.” Izuku pleads, teary eyes gazing into yours as you continue to suck him at a torturously slow pace. Eventually, you break and a deep affection fills your gleaming eyes and you pick up the pace significantly.

Izuku’s head tosses and meets his pillow, hips almost arching right off the bed as you suck him with twice the vigor than before. He shoves his fist into his mouth to smother his desperate noises, thighs trembling around your head. You grasp his thighs and press them down to the sheets, sinking down onto his cock until your nose presses into his curly pubes and he starts gasping with every bump of his tip against your throat.

“Y/—I-I’m—c-can I ohh!, may I please cum?!” Izuku pleads, being such the polite little sweetheart you fell in love with, as well as the sinful little sub you’ve turned him into as he asked for your permission to explode. Such a courteous little boy~ You release his cock from your mouth, pumping him with your slick hands to ask him in the most sultry voice you can manage. 

“Yes, you certainly may~ Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my face, baby?” Both options are strikingly appealing to him and he hasn’t the brain to decipher the difference, but in a jumble of scrambled thoughts running through his overloaded mind, he settled on the former with certainty.

“Y-your mouth, fuck please your mouth!” Izuku mewled, eyes already so far back in his skull he was sure he could see his brain.

You swallowed his cock down to the hilt just as promised and give him three more harsh sucks before pulling back until half of his length lay in your awaiting mouth and you moaned shamelessly around his flushed cock. Izuku snatched the pillow from right under his head and buried his face in it to drown out his scream as his hips stuttered against your face and he came in your mouth, ropes of his cum spurting across your tongue and flowing deliciously down your throat and bubbling past your lips to drip down to your chin.

Izuku convulsed like a man-possessed for a few moments longer before collapsing into a heap on the mattress, sinking into a mumbling pile of Deku pudding above the sheets as you popped off his softening length and licked your lips. As Izuku was recovering from a rather intense orgasm, you removed the pillow from his face, smiling down at the red-cheeked and slightly-dazed looking state of your boyfriend. You leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his forehead and whispered,

“Thank you for the meal,” And then stalked out of his dorm, leaving a flustered Izuku to blink into the darkness.

[hope-to-hell]

I HAD BAD THOUGHTS mikey, sherlock, or august and a nursing fetish pleath? I couldn't decide on who'd like it better 🥺🥺🥺

@brandycranby this was meant to be pure filth and it... didn’t happen. Mea culpa. And Tomorrow, August Walker. Soft smut, lactation kink, feels-y. This thing between you isn’t any less, it’s only changing.

It’s never been— I don't. I dunno. I've never made much. Not enough. You’re sure?

Pet. The more we do this, the better. And he’s selfish, just a little, his eyes dark and hungry, his hands mapping over your new flesh; he feels the heaviness of your breast in his palm, his thumb over the nipple bringing back a little shine—

Pet. It’s a strangeness, a newness, a struggle; the late nights weigh heavy in the bags under his eyes, but seeded in the tiredness there is a satisfaction, a thought that maybe there’s some good left after all.

—and he watches you watching him, and it’s been a while, hasn’t it? He’s hesitant; August is hesitant, and your hand on his cheek becomes a beacon and a centering point. She’s sleeping. Let’s—

It’s not a reset, but it’s a reprieve. It’s August with his mouth at your breast, mustache tickling at your skin. It's his deep breath and yours, the electric pulse of his lips closing around your nipple, curling his tongue a little as he begins to suck. It's the relief and gentle ah of letdown, and the working of his throat as he swallows.

And when he lifts his head to kiss you it's with his eyes blown nearly black and a frisson of need that shivers through his fingertips; he is full of your taste, sweet like the milk when the cereal's all gone, thick and heavy on your tongue. He breathes against your lips a moment, and what he says is more. First one breast and then the other; he takes his fill and there's no denying the pleasure in it; he said drink more to make more and

sure, August, sure, that's the reason.

A reason. Not the only one.

he takes his pleasure where he can find it, and that's here, with you, half an ear open to the soft coos and grunts from the monitor, his fingertips twitching softly because he isn't sure, anymore, what to do. He isn't sure where he fits, with all the blood and violence he carries. You need softness.

I need you. We need you.

And isn't that a strangeness, the way his life has suddenly been re-centered; he would claim pure pleasure and selfishness; he would try to hide behind the excuse of faintly taboo curiosity, but you can read him now. And you've heard him, deep in the night; his side of the bed is cold and it used to be that meant he'd left again for some job or other, but. Now it's something else; now it's the faint sound of humming from the other room, soft and low and you don't know this one but it's alright; this song is not for you. The song is theirs and that’s alright; what you have is changing but it isn’t any less.

Do you remember, pet

Of course I do

My boot on your neck, my hand inside you, all the filthy things you let me do

I wanted it all, still want it; we carved off pieces of ourselves to give away but look at how we grow together.

How can you be sure?

Because I see you. I see you, and I know you, even if you think you’re hiding. Heard you humming in the kitchen, heard you tell her all about us, about the old days and the bloody days, about the way you thought to burn the world and how you fear the day she’ll think to ask about your scars.

I’m not—

Nor am I. No one is. All we’ve got is this, and August, how I’ve missed your touch. And we’ll take it slow, we’ll find our path. We’re better than we were the day before, and tomorrow we’ll be better again than we are today.

It’s true, and every word is laced with sweetness, with the milk that coats his tongue and yours. It’s true and you can feel that tug, that line between your belly and his, pulling taut with need, with care, and he’s never said it but it must be there, that word, hovering behind his tongue like saying it will break the spell, like

Love—

[insomniacaesthetic]

hello girly 😼

give me the answers to 👜 🐡 🎓⏳ pleathe 👉🏼👈🏼

love you bestie

Hello to my fav girlie 💖🥰

Dream job? 👜

Honestly at this point idk. I would like to be a culinary arts teacher but at this point I just wanna be a rich housewife.

Can you swim? 🐡

Yes but not well. But I’m fat so I float 😼

Favorite subject? 🎓

When it comes to traditional school subjects, I was always a history nerd and I still am. Something about the past has always intrigued me.

What would you change about your life? ⏳

Everything. Convinced my life would be 100x better if it was just a trust fund baby.

Ask me more questions here

[jungshookz]

the one where agust d makes a comeback

↳ pairing: min yoongi x reader  

↳ genre: ceo!yoongiverse, smut, more smut, and even mORE smut! NSFW!!! lower the brightness on ur device or else the cops will come for u  

↳ summary: yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he’s going to gi-give it to you in more ways than one. 

↳ wordcount: 6.5k 

↳ note: this was surprisingly highly hiGHLY requested / a lot of you wanted a ceo!yoongi x agust d collab but more specifically an agust d x y/N (lucky girl!) collab and it would be a crime for me to noT grant that wish in form of a smutty drabble so here you go!!! this is my second attempt at writing a smutty drabble so take it easy on me pleathe!! i know my smut is clumSY but i really reaLLY wanted to make this happen (nobody’s allowed to talk about fishnets or else i’m suing) anyways ENJOY p.s. i told u i would be back before u knew it >:-) 

(gif isn’t mine!)

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“jesus, that was good…” yoongi rolls off of you and flops down on his side of the bed

he rests his arm above his head on the soft pillow before pulling in deep breaths of air

hOo

he was on fiRE tonight

the bedroom’s been tainted with the smell of sex between the two of you

“mm, yeah.” you hum in agreement as you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously

a moment of silence goes by and you wait for another second to pass before giving yourself the green light to go ahead and get some clothes on

also you’re kind of sticky so you should probably go and take anoTher shower  

yoongi’s brows knit together as he stares up at the ceiling

something seemed… off tonight

but he can’t quite seem to put his finger on it

hm

he replays the sequence of events that took place

he got home from work

gave hwayoung a bath

ate dinner and watched some tv with you

helped you with the dishes (and by helped he means he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed kisses down your neck whiLe you were washing the dishes)

ended up making out with you for a little while before you guys went to the bedroom for a little more privacy

and baM

here he is now in a post-sex daze

everything seems like they went swimmingly so he doesn’t know why he feELs like something was off-

OH

oh!!!!! he knows!!!!!!

he knows exacTly what was off tonight!!!!

you didn’t do that thing

that little nose scrunch that usually happens before you’re about to-

yoongi pales

oh my god

“…did you fake your orgasm?” yoongi props himself up on his elbows when the realisation that you totally just faked your orgasm hits him like a train

you freeze in the middle of slipping your t-shirt back on before clearing your throat and glancing at yoongi over your shoulder

“what… makes you say that?”

yoongi pokes his tongue into his cheek “…you didn’t say no.”

shit

you were hoping you would be a good enough actress to pull it off but it looks like you’re not going to be winning any oscars anytime soon for your performance

sometimes you forget that your husband is a very observant man

the two of you have had sex many, manY times which means he’s seen you have an orgasm many, mANY times so of course he’s going to be able to notice when you’re not as enthusiastic as you usually are

it’s just that today was an off day!!!!

you woke up feeling kinda gross and bloaTed

and not to mention!

lately you’ve been waking up super early because hwayoung is going through a ‘i’m going to wake up at 5:30 on the dot every single morning and scream until u come and cuddle with me’ phase

and usually you’re 100% down to fool around with yoongi after hwayoung goes down for the night but tonight you just felt bLeugh

you weren’t really in the mood to do anything besides sleep but yoongi was obviously in the mood and since you’re a very caring wife you figured it’d be good for you to help your husband unwind after a tiring day at work

yoongi purses his lips in thought before turning to lie on his side

he doesn’t want to be that guy but oUCH

what a shot to his self-esteem!!!!

is he not good at sex anymore??  

you faked an orgasm!!! one of his jobs as your husband is to make you feel good and he thought he was pulling out all the right tricks but apparently they weren’t working tonight because you had to pretend like he was making you feel good-

“yoongi, it’s really not a big deal…” you trail off sheepishly “and it’s not your fault!!!”

you know for a fact that he’s overthinking this and you feel awful

you should’ve just told him you didn’t want to do anything instead of going through with it and faking it

“yoongi…” you curl up next to him and prop your chin up on his bicep “i just wasn’t into it today, alright? it’s a me thing, it’s not a you thing… i promise! how about we go take a shower and try again-”

you jump in surprise when yoongi suddenly sits straIght up before turning to gawk at you because anotHer realisation just hit him

“you-“ he points at you- “you yawned! you yawned halfway through and you tried to play it off as a moan!!!”

you immediately wince

oh friCK

jesus christ

you knew you should’ve gone hands and knees tonight instead of missionary

at least it would’ve been easier to conceal a damn yAWN you complete AMATEUR

“you know, i don’t see it as a yawn…” you shrug “i think you should view it as a… slow, sleepy, sexy-“

“do noT even try to-“

“hey, i got up at 5:30 this morning, can you blame me??”

yoongi huffs and tosses the blanket aside before crawling off the bed

he’s just frustrated now

not with you, specifically

more with himself!

this is all his fault

he’s been suPEr busy for the last month and a bit with work (you guys have skipped date night three consecutive times and jimin is starting to get antsy because he hasn’t seen hwayoung in literally three weeKS)

he’s always leaving early in the morning and coming back late

is your guys’ sex life nonexistent now?

is he a bad husband???

an awful lover?????

do you not find him attractive anymore?

:-(

he hasn’t gone to the gym a lot since hwayoung was born but maybe he should take this as a hint to get his ass to the gym and lift some weights

maybe try to get his six pack back because it’s starting to fade

actually

looking at his stomach now it’s actually baREly there

it’s all that frozen yogurt he’s eating!

anyways the point is: you’re stuCk with him for the next like 60 years so it wouldn’t be good if you weren’t attracted to him!!

“yoongi,” you groan quietly, “don’t be like that, come on-“

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” he grumbles as he shimmies back into his sweatpants “i’m going to check on hwayoung, i think i heard something through the monitor.” he gestures to the little walkie-talkie sitting on his bedside dresser

you let out a sigh and glance over at the monitor before looking back at yoongi  

“are you sure you’re fine? i can go and check on-“ yoongi swoops down to give you a reassuring kiss before pinching your cheek

“i’m fine. you had an off day, right? it’s just an off day.” he pinches your cheek again

“right, exactly!” you chirp before getting up on your knees so that you’re almost eye level with yoongi “you are so understanding…”

the mattress dips underneath where your knees are as you shuffle closer to the edge

“-i just wasn’t in the mood, and it’s definitely not your fault.” you hum and give yoongi a kiss on the cheek

yep

that’s all it is

you just weren’t in the mood and it’s definitely not his fault

yoongi lets out a sigh as he shuts the bedroom door behind him before reaching over to turn the hallway light on

he scratches at his bare arm as he makes his way down the hallway to hwayoung’s room

maybe he is overthinking this

after all, he has his off days too

he’s not saying that he’s ever faked an oRgasm like some people but he understands what it’s like to feel burnt out and not in the mood to do anything

it’s fine

it’s a one time thing

he’s stiLL the man

….right?

yoongi peeps into hwayoung’s bedroom and smiles softly when he sees her snoozing away drooling over that dumb cookie plushie you bought for her the other day

you joked that it kind of looks like him and that’s why she likes it so much but honestly he can’t see the resemblance

he takes a second to just glance around her bedroom

as per usual there are a couple of toys on the floor

it looks like you left a half-empty milk bottle on the dresser

he might as well bring it to the kitchen before the milk gets all gross and curdled

yoongi snorts quietly when he sees one of the framed photos sitting next to the bottle

it’s from that box you found with all his college stuff

it’s a polaroid picture of agust d chowing down on a little cup of tteokbokki

the picture was taken in the middle of the shoot for his stupid music video and he still remembers how good that tteokbokki was-

yoongi freezes and his lips part

💡l i g h t b u l b ! 💡

“i hate to break it to you, but people - especially guys - don’t just let go of something like that so easily! we have very fragile egos!!!” jimin exclaims and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you cross the street “no wonder he was so moody the other morning!!”

it’s been about a week since the incident but thankfully it seems like things have been smoothed over now

yoongi finally had the night off tonight and you obviously had to take advantage of that so you sent hwayoung off on her merry way with her little tote bag

jimin was moRe than excited to take care of her for the night

jungkook might’ve been even more excited because he hasn’t hung out with his favourite friend in a while and he even brought her a little takeout cup of steamed milk when they came to pick her up earlier

he even split his sandwich with her and he was having the time of his liFe watching her nibble on the soft bread

“i think i know my husband, thank you very much. i explained it to him and he was totally fine! sure, he was kinda hurt at first, but after i told him that i was sleepy and tired and not in the mood-“

“it doesn’t matter, y/n!” jimin exasperates “i guarantee he’s still thinking about it-“

“well, it’ll be fine, alright?” you grumble, “i’m bringing dinner to the office now, and then we’re going to get ice cream, and then i’m gonna surprise him with a brand new set of lingerie that was kind of expensive but it’s okay because-“ you’re cut off when you hear a familiar little squeal in the background accompanied with another familiar but slightly lower squeal “-everything okay over there?”

“yeah, everything’s great-“

“-last one to crawl to the sofa’s a rotten egg-“

“babawbwahabhaw-!”

“-jungkook, i didn’t baby proof the coffee table, be careful- hey, look, i’ll talk to you later, alright? good luck!”

“okay, i’ll-“ before you get the chance to say goodbye the line goes dead

as far as jimin is concerned: hwayoung > y/n

you slip your phone back into your purse before pushing the glass door open

your sneakers squeak against the marble as you make your way to the elevators

you were going to dress a little nicer because it is date night after all but since it’s just you and yoongi in the office for dinner you’re sure it’s not a big deal that you’re not dressed suPer super fancy

your outfit is still super cute though!!

it’s this blue-ish plaid mini dress with a square neckline and spaghetti straps (you paired it with a pair of nike air force 1s and ur feeling very Young and Hip)

you’re obviously wearing the diamond necklace yoongi bought for you (with the matching diamond studs in your ears)

but yes

this dress

the pattern kind of reminds you of a school uniform

school uniform,.,.. but make it sexy

it’s definitely on the sexier side because it ends like mid-thigh and there are two little slits on either side of the dress

you will admit that when you slipped into this little thing you felt a little siLLy just because you haven’t worn something like this in a long time and you don’t want to seem like a try-hard or one of those Cool Moms Who Aren’t Actually As Cool As They Think Are

but at the end of the day

who the freAk cares because ur still young and this dress is cute and you worked hard to tone ur body after giving birth to hwayoung and you’re going to show your body off if you want to gosh darn it!!!

you hum to yourself as the elevator starts going up and you adjust your grip on the takeout bag

you picked up yoongi’s favourite!!!! you were going to get burgers because you were in the mood for burgers but let’s be real

you stiLL feel kind of bad about what happened the other night even though you’re pretty sure yoongi’s over it

but yes

sushi!

a dragon roll for him and a spicy salmon roll for yourself

you even got a little tub of edamame and a seaweed salad to share between the two of you

ding!

“…huh.”

you’re surprised when the elevator doors open to reveal complete darkness

well, not really, but like.,.., kinda

all the main lights are switched off

it’s about 7 o’clock now so it makes sense for the office to be empty but you expected a couple of people to be working overtime

you always had to work overtime!!!!

but that probably had to do with the fact that yoongi had a big fat cruSh on you and didn’t know how else to spend time with you so he forced you to stay behind and organise files

the office is completely empty

which is actually kind of creepy now that you think about it

you start heading down the hallway towards yoongi’s office and you smile lightly at the little station by of his doors

that’s where you used to sit!!!!

and now jimin sits there

it’s fine

just a couple more months and then you get to come back

there’s a picture of him and hwayoung sitting on his desk which is cute

it’s of them and they’re wearing their matching teddy jackets

you’re going to have to talk to jimin about getting a picture of yOU and him on his desk

huff

you push yoongi’s office door open as you rifle through your purse for some loose change

“yoongs, you wanna come with me to the vending machine? i’m in the mood for some cookies-“

oh what the heck

you immediately feel a wave of anxiety wash over you when you look around and realise that this isn’t yoongi’s office

are you in the right room??

are you on the right floor????

are you even in the right building?????

where are you???

your brows knit together in confusion as your eyes flicker around

okay

no

this is definitely yoongi’s office because you recognise the mark on the wall from jungkook’s sneakers

this looks like yoongi’s office but it also doEsn’t look like yoongi’s office

and sure, you haven’t been here in a while but you don’t remember yoongi having… a monitor and two big speakers on his desk

and that keyboard deFinitely wasn’t here either

there’s a pair of chunky headphones slung over the top of the monitor and you can just make out the sound of a beat

(if you weren’t so focused on finding loose change in your purse you would’ve noticed that yoongi’s name plaque on the front door was replaced with ‘genius lab’ instead)

“what in the hell…?” you mutter to yourself as you stand behind yoongi’s desk to take a look at the monitor screens

you have no idea what any of this is but it obviously has something to do with music

the last time you had to produce a song was…

…well, never

“can i help you?”

you reach down to brush your fingers over the cool light-up keyboard

“hey, i think someone robbed you and then replaced your things with fancy music equip-“ you look up from the desk and-

wh-

wHA-

hOLY

SHIt

WHAT

your jaw drops straiGht to the deepest pits of hell when yoongi steps into the room

but this isn’t your yoongi

no

no no nO

not at all

this isn’t your yoongi with his pressed suits and his hermes cufflinks and his silky raven hair with not a strand out of place

this is-

oh my god

you never thought you’d live to see this day

you never thought you’d live to see this legend standing right in front of your eyes but here he is

here he is

this isn’t min yoongi

this is agust d.

“oh… my god.” your eyes are as wide as saucers as you take in the view

and whAT a view this is

yoongi shuts the door behind him and starts pacing towards you and you feel like your feet are glued to the ground

what the HELL

there are chunky silver rings decorating his fingers and thin gold chains hanging around his wrists and his neck

as the kids would say.,,..

… he drippin’

ok yuck you’re never going to waste time trying to learn cool slang ever again

his pressed dressed pants have been replaced with a pair of distressed skinny jeans and his crisp button-up has been replaced with a loose white tee

he’s wearing a plain black hoodie over it and you don’t remember the last time you saw yoongi in a plain black hoodie

his polished loafers? gone and replaced with a pair of chunky black boots

and his hair

oh, his hair

the coal black strands you’ve come to know and love have been bleached to a shade of blindingly white silvery-bloNDe

honestly his hair kind of looks like he just rolled out of bed but he’s really pulling it off

you don’t even-

you don’t know what to-

woW-

when did he find the time to-

his hair-!

the clothes??

what??? what is-

you’re not complaining or anything you’re just-

*sound of distress*

“again… can i help you?” yoongi raises a brow as he stands at the side of his desk

he crosses his arms before veRy obviously checking you out

your brain is still trying to process what in the heck is going on here

you plop your purse and the takeout bags down on his chair behind you before putting your hands on your hips

“i… i don’t know! can you help me? because quite frankly i am dazed and confu-“

“you in first year?” yoongi cuts you off cooly and you tilt your head in question

what is he talking about

“what?”

yoongi gives you a veRy unimpressed look and for some reason you suddenly feel a teensy bit intimidated

you’re getting flashbackS

when he first started working here he always gave you that specific look to let you know that you were being a moron

like that one time you came to him because the stapler wasn’t working and you were convinced that it was broken beyOnd repair but it turned out there just weren’t any staples in it

yeah

that look

“are you… a first year student?” yoongi repeats a little more slowly as if trying to hint something to you

and then it hits you

oh

oh

ok

you and yoongi haven’t really dabbled in the world of role play very extensively but honestly,.,.,

you’re intrigued

and you’re always open to experimentation!

you’re open minded!  

at the same time you can’t help but wonder why he even bothered doing all of this

obviously you knOW a part of it is because of the incident that the two of you are tip-toeing around but even before that happened he said he was never going to resurrect agust d out of pure mortification yet here he is

agust d

right in front of your eyes

oOH

another reason as to why he could be doing this might be  because of the comment you made when you first found the agust d box!!!!

you know

about 18 year old y/n and how thirsty she would’ve been over 20 year old yoongi

how big of a crush she would’ve had on third year student music producer rapper bad boy min yoongi

those were your exact words by the way

(that riled yoongi up fAr more than he expected it to)  

well  

you can play along

you can definitely play along

you clear your throat “yes, i’m a first year student.” you cross your arms “are you?”

also

tonight was definitely the right night to wear this dress if you’re going to be playing the role of 18 year old y/n because she would probably describe your outfit as so ca-yUte*! (*cute)

“third year.” yoongi hums and offers you a smirk “what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

“y/n what?”

“min- i mean, y/l/n. y/n y/l/n.”

ooF

you haven’t introduced yourself as y/n y/l/n in a while lol

“well, y/n y/l/n, can i ask why you’re in my office?” yoongi asks uninterestedly as he swipes a finger along the top of his desk

“i don’t know, can you?”

yoongi scoffs before poking his tongue into his cheek “kitten has claws, i see…”

oh boy

he’s really not playing around tonight

yoongi steps over so that he’s standing right next to you

“so-“ he nudges you aside gently before hitting the spacebar so that the beat stops playing through his headphones “answer the question, y/n.”

you feel your mouth go dry when you notice how hot yoongi’s hands look when he’s wearing all those rings

not that his hands aren’t usually attractive when he’s not wearing any rings but it’s like,,.

you’ve never seen his hands like this before

you pout a little when you notice he’s not wearing his wedding ring

>:-(

you know he has to play the part or whAtever but STILL

“i guess i just… i guess i-i just… lost my way…?” you stumble over your words a bit when yoongi shuffles a little closer to you

god he smells good

he’s not wearing his usual expensive smelling cologne but he still smells good

his arm is pressed right up against yours and you can’t help but let out a shaky breath

“what’s the matter? do i make you n-n-nervous?” yoongi mocks playfully and nudges your side before pulling away

YES

yES he makes you n-n-nERVOUS

you don’t know how he did it but in five minutes flat yoongi managed to revert you back to the slightly awkward fresh-faced-wide-eyed freshman you were at the beginning of university

you suppose that’s just the power of agust d

“n-no.” you clear your throat and keep your eyes glued on the blinking cursor in front of you “i don’t know. maybe. yes.”

although you can’t see yoongi, you can certainly feel his presence behind you

a chill tingles up your spine

…you sense danger

it’ll be fine

just focus on the screen and play it cool-

a gasp of surprise slips past your lips when all of a sudden yoongi flips you around and cages you in between his arms

he nudges you back gently til your bum bumps up against the desk and you instinctively reach backwards to grip onto the edge of the table

“you’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?” yoongi chuckles darkly and nudges his nose against your cheek when you turn your mouth away from his

you don’t remember the last time you felt this hot and bothered and quite franKly you’re a little flustered

you can’t help but wonder if maybe you can get yoongi feeling the same way

it’s always him getting your cheeks hot and rosy

“hey- you okay?” yoongi snaps out of his bAd bOy persona for a second to check on you when he notices you space out for a second

the last thing he wants to do is make u feel uncomfortable

he honestly didn’t know how well this roleplaying thing was going to work out but if it makes u uncomfortable he’s deFinitely going to quit it

he hooks a finger underneath your chin and turns your head so that you can look at him

“yeah, i’m good…” you nod timidly before sitting up onto the desk “i just… um… i should probably tell you something before we get started…”

yoongi’s brows knit together in confusion

you trail a finger down his clothed chest before leaning forward to nudge your nose against his

your lips barely brush over his and he finds himself chasing after your mouth a little

he can almost taste that strawberry chapstick you’re always wearing

“you see, yoongi- yoongi, is it?” you pull away before he gets the chance to kiss you and yoongi nods quickly

okay

it looks like the roleplaying thing is still happening

you’re a pretty good actress

“i just thought it’d be good for you to know that i’ve never had sex before…” you flutter your lashes at him “so i’m awfully sorry if i’m a little… tight…”

…o god

yoongi swallows thickly and he feels himself twitch in his pants

you are playing a veRy dangerous game here

“yeah, baby?” yoongi hums and gives your hips a squeeze “i’ll take it easy on you…” he presses a light kiss to the corner of your mouth and a smirk twitches at his mouth when he feels you shiver

yoongi nudges your head to the side so that he can plant gentle kisses down your neck

and then

you say it

“what if i don’t want you to take it easy on me?”

he freezes immediately

…

…

…

yoongi’s mouth closes over yours in a searing kiss and you yank him closer by the collar of his jacket

so much for taking it easy on you

it almost seems like a competition between the two of you to see how quickly you can undress each other although you’re boTh losing because yoongi decides he’s happy with bunching your dress up around your waist and you decide you’re happy with just shoving his pants and briefs down mid-thigh

yoongi steps in between your legs and places a gentle hand of warning on your hip before he’s pushing himself into you

the two of you make sounds of disbelieving awe at the intimate contact and your back immediately arches as your fingers wrap tightly around his bicep

you don’t know why but it just feels different this time around

yoongi’s barely moved and he’s already making your head spin

yoongi isn’t doing so hot himself

you’re so unbelievably tight and warm and wet and-

“jesus, yoongi-” you fight the instinct to roll your eyes to the back of your head when yoongi slides himself in further

you can feel your toes curling in your sneakers

and just when you think you’ve got all of him he pulls back a teeny bit before surging all the way in

a shout of surprise slips past your lips and you immediately tighten around him

“fuck, baby, don’t-“ yoongi groans and digs his blunt nails into the flesh of your hips instinctively

“m-move, you can move-“ you whimper and wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer even though he’s already fully pressed up against you

the realisation that you can be as loud as you want hits you and you let out a particularly enthusiastic yEs-! when yoongi gives you a particularly forceful thrust

it doesn’t seem like yoongi has half a mind to keep you quiet

the two of you have the entire office to yourselves, after all

>:-)

he’s basking in the sounds that he hasn’t been able to hear in a while

sue him!!!!  

the two of you usually have to keep it down a little because of obvious reasons, but now?

the circumstances have changed

“god, look at you…“ yoongi growls as he begins to pick up the pace

your nails dig into his jacket while you gasp his name with watery eyes and tighten your thighs around him

you cry out faintly when he hits that spot and your eyes nearly cross as he continues to roll his hips against yours again and again and again

o god

you’re falling apART

“does that feel good, hm?” you practically go limp underneath yoongi as he begins to hammer into you at a consistent rhythm

the table starts to creak underneath the two of you but it’s fairly obvious that the damn table is the last thing on your minds

“i asked you a question, miss y/l/n-“ yoongi grits his teeth and he grunts when he gets a good look at you  

the straps of your dress are hanging off your shoulder

your cheeks and your chest are flushed and your lips are swollen from how often you’ve been biting and sucking at them

your eyes are glazed over and yoongi can’t help but feel a sense of pride when he notices a single tear prickling at the corner of your eye

“yes, yes-! y-yes, it feels good, feels s-so good-“ you’re babbling from how overwhelmed you are and your head lolls back in pleasure “nnGh, yoongi-!”

yoongi keeps hitting that same spot within you and it’s making your limbs and muscles tingly and wobbly at the same time

your legs are hiked onto yoongi’s hips and you lean forward to circle your arms around his neck

you want to prolong this for as long as possible and the only thing you can think of to distract yourself is by kissing yoongi for some kind of leverage

yoongi licks into your mouth as he kisses you and he gives your bottom lip a playful nip before he’s looping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards him so that you’re practically on the edge of the desk

your eyes squeeze shut on his next harsh thrust

the shirt he has on underneath his jacket is starting to cling to his skin and he feels droplets of sweat beginning to collect at the back of his head but there’s no way he’s going to stop now

his next few thrusts are slightly slower but rougher and reaching far deeper

your legs tighten on reflex and your mouth falls open when he grinds up

your hand slams down onto the desk and your fingers curl around the edge of it as yoongi continues to reduce you into a whimpering mess

oh god

you’re close

you’re like really close

“yoongi-“ you squirm underneath him and you feel your head starting to spin

“not yet-” he grunts out as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh

if you weren’t so distracted by the fact that you’re about to explode you’d probably notice that yoongi’s looking at you like he wants to completely devour you

his hand leaves your hip to slip in between your legs and you let out a needy whine

chriSt

it’s too much but at the same time you want more

“y-yoo-“

“not. yet.” yoongi groans out through gritted teeth

come on

just a little bit more

yoongi’s ego inflates tenfold when he sees your nose twitch ever so slightly

THERE IT IS

yES

fINALLY  

that’s all he wanted to see

that’s all he needed to see

now he knows for sure that he’s still the man

>:-)

“oh my god, yoongi-“ you whine pitifully “please, please let me cum-“ yoongi pushes up again and you let out a sharp, wordless cry when your orgasm suddenly hits you like a brick wall

your back arches against yoongi’s chest as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re panting like you just ran a marathon

you’re seeing stars

you’re seeing the entire galaxy

“fuck, that’s my girl…” yoongi groans his praise

his jaw clenches as you tighten around him through your orgasm and before he knows it he starts to feel the knot in his own stomach becoming undone

“w-want you to cum inside-“ your fingers wrap around the nape of yoongi’s neck as you pull him towards you and nudge your nose against his “give it to me-“

yoongi swears he could die a happy man right then and there because you totally just quoted one of his songs (probably unintentional but stiLL) but that is completely irrelevant because he’s about to cum and-

“christ, you’re killing me-“ yoongi groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck

and then it happens

yoongi nearly bites his bottom lip off when he feels himself release inside of you

his grip loosens around the underside of your thigh as his thrusts start to weaken

he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and your head lolls back lazily as your eyes flutter shut

you are spEnt

“…i can’t wait to tell my friends i hooked up with a third year student.” you joke lightly as you peel one eye open and yoongi snorts in response

he hums as you run your fingers through his silky-ish hair  

silky-ish is a reach

his hair is fried

all it’d take is a gentle breeze and his strands of hair will probably blow away like the florets of a dandelion

“you don’t like it?” yoongi presses a kiss to your collarbone

you give him a gentle tug because you’re scared that you’re going to riP the three strands of hair on top of his head out if you’re too rough

“i like it, but i miss my husband.” you hum as he pulls away from you and reaches over to grab the tissue box “and, you know, for the record… the only reason why i faked my orgasm was honestly because i was about to fall asleep-“

“wha-“ yoongi tosses the soiled tissue into the bin “-why are we going over this again??”

“-nO, what i’m saying is that you didn’t do anything wrong!” you cup his face in your hands and squish his cheeks together “-you don’t have to bleach your hair and shred up your jeans and wear like twenty rings on your fingers to seduce me or whatever, alright? i like- i love you and your natural hair and your pressed suits and shiny cufflinks and the only ring i want to see on your hand is your wedding ring, dummy.” you grab his left hand and inspect all the rings on his fingers “-not a scary skull ring with angry red eyes.”

you don’t even know where the heck he would’ve gotten a ring like that

“unless you’re broadening your horizons in terms of fashion and you wanna start bleaching your hair and wearing ripped jeans in which i will be very supportive-“

“y/n, relax.” yoongi laughs lightly and wiggles his fingers before reaching over to pinch your nose “i get it. it was an off day. i have them too!”

you freeze

“wait a minute, you whA-“

“-i just figured it wouldn’t hurt to try something new, you know?” yoongi changes the subject quickly and you give him a look that tells him the two of you are going to pick up this conversation again sometime in the near future

now you can’t help but wonder when yoongi’s ever faked an orgasm with you

hM

if you faked one and he faked one then they cancel each other out

ok that’s fair

“i wouldn’t… mind if agust d makes an appearance from time to time, by the way…” you smile slyly as yoongi helps you off the desk

woAh

every muscle in your leg is trembling

thank god you didn’t wear your heels

yoongi sighs and runs a hand through his hair “you think you can accept an agust d with black hair? because if i have to keep bleaching my hair, i’m going to be bald by the time hwayoung turns one.”  

(yoongi and y/n spend the rest of the night hanging out in the genius lab and y/n has to keep reminding herself to be gentle with yoongi’s hair when he has his face buried in between her legs. it’s proving to be a challenge.)

((hwayoung refuses to leave jimin’s arms because she’s a little scared of the man in her house who looks like her father but also definitely doesn’t look like her father.))

[deldivino]

(   TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ ,   CIS MALE,   HE / HIM    ╱    well,   if   it   isn’t   ARES,   who   has   decided   to   grace   us   with   HIS   presence.   I   heard   the  GOD   OF  WAR   has   been   living   amongst   the   humans   for   431   YEARS,  and  hasn’t   aged   a   day,   funny   right   ?   they   can   be TENACIOUS   &   UNYIELDING,   you   should   watch   out   because   they   are   also   known   to   be   ARROGANT   &   CARELESS.   HE   harnesses   the   power   of   ANGER MANIPULATION,   and   have   chosen   the   path   of   being   AGAINST  the   humans.   

heyo  heyo  ,  isla  here  with  a  super  overdue  intro  shbjsh  bear  with  me  cause  this  is  gonna  be  a   lil  bit  messy  !!  feel  free  to  shoot  me  a  message  here  or  on  discord  @la llorona#5226  for  any  plotting  related  stuff  !!  i  promise  im  gonna  work  on  getting  through  any  messages  i  have  ,  i  swear  im  not  ignoring  any1  im  just  trying  rlly  hard  to  get  through  my  intros  before  i  do  any  plotting  !!   let’s  gooo  !!

   ◜    𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄     ╱        study  

 name:  elias  arrebol  

nicknames:  ares,  god  of  war  ,  stupid  ass 

age:  immortal   tbh 

abilities:  anger  manipulation  

alliance:  against  the  humans 

pronouns:  he  /  him  

orientation:  pansexual  

  ◜    𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎     ╱        mythos

  ares  within  greek  myth  is  known  infamously  as  the  god  of  war.  born  of  zeus  and  hera  ,  he  took  his  place  among  the  12  olympians  ,  often  at  odds  with  his  siblings  and  fellow  gods  ;  he  certainly  didn’t  make  it  easy  for  them  to  get  along  ,  with  his  volatile  nature  and  often  ruthless  actions  distancing  them .  always  intent  on  starting  wars  ,  but  never  one  to  follow  through  with  his  allegiances,  he  had  a  tendency  of  seeking  triumph  over  loyalty  ,  making  his  motives  quite  unpredictable  at  times,  but  evidently  always  managed  to  be  reigned  in  by  the  other  gods.  

◜    𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄     ╱        mortal  history 

the  fall  of  the  gods  was  one  ares  hardly  mourned  ,  he  found  the  attention  of  mortals  to  be  a  fleeting  thing  ,  and   as  it  was  in  his  nature  ,  he  only  sought  after  their  thirst  for  war  .   he  could  very  well  compel  it  ,  he  was  the  god  of  war  after  all  ,   but  as  he  learned  in  troy  ,   he  could  not  fight  among  them  as  a  god  ,   not  without  the  interference  of  the  other  gods.   so  when  the  statues  fell  and  the  mortals  forgot  that  the  gods  had  once  walked  among  them  ,  ares  descended  and  placed  himself  as   a  noble  within  the  tudor  dynasty .  what  better  place  for  war  then  among  greedy  kings  who  thought  themselves  gods  ?   he  traveled  between  continents  ,  always  observing  and  suggesting  but  never  directly  mingling  in  the  lives  of  mortal  ;  he’d  found  a  loophole .  

at  first  he  liked  the  mortals  ,  he  found  them  fascinating  in  a  way.  fascination  ,  however ,  is  no  companion  to  loyalty  ,  so  be  as  it  may  ,  he  certainly  felt  neither  inclined  to  protect  them  nor  annihilate  them  .  but  slowly  ,  the  tides  of  time  showed  him  how  cowardly  they  could  be  ,  how  they  fought  their  wars  with  such  cowardice  ,  how  they  used  mechanisms  to  root  out  the  purpose  of  wars  ;  they  let  their  machines  fight  their  wars  .  he  wasn’t  angry  ,  wasn’t  much  surprised  by  the  way  they  hid  behind  their  guns  ,  their  chemicals  ,  their  senseless  violence  ;  he  was  simply  bored  of  them  .  he  sided  among  the  other  gods  who  opposed  the  mortals  ,  rather  enticed  by  the  thought  of  an  all  consuming  war  between  gods  instead  of  the  other  way  around  . 

◜    𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑     ╱        present  day  

ares’s  ventures  have  always  been  quite   extravagant  ,  more  attracted  to  the  likes  of  royalty  and  wealth  .  during  the  1910′s  he  found  himself  taking  on  the  form  of  a  zapista  fighting  in  the  mexican  revolution  ,  and  even  long  after  the  war  died  out  ,  he  kept  his  youthful  appearance .  he  moved  to  the  us  during  the  height  of  the  prohibition  era  and  the  violence  that  pervaded  much  of  new  york  during  that  decade . he  grew  fond  of  new  york  over  time  ,  surprisingly  the  towering  buildings  reminded  him  of  the  glory  of  the  greeks  and  the  monuments  that  they  used  to  erect  for  him  .  

he’s  taken  to  the  mortal  name  elias  arrabol   and  hasn’t  much  sought  an  occupation  or  place  among  the  mortals  .  sure,  he  has  amassed  significant  wealth  throughout  the  years  ,  wealth  which  is  relatively  meaningless  to  him  ,  but  quite  crucial  in  the  world  of  mortals  .  his  life  is  quite  private  ,  living  namely  among  the  wealthiest  of  new  york  ,  but  never  one  to  partake  in  the  social  aspect  his  title  holds .  ares  could  care  less  where  the  other  gods  have  ventured  of  to  do  ,  he’s  only  really  cared  about  the  whereabouts  of  his  twin  sons  phobos  and  deimos  ,  which  ,  as  surprising  at  it  might  seem  ,  he  does  actually  care  very  much  about .  he  does  revert  back  to  old  habits  now  and  then  ,  finding  it  so  easy  to  manipulate  mortals  like  puppets  ,  and  with  anger  brimming  at  his  fingertips  ,  he’s  able  to  cause  chaos  with  ease .  

◜    𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄    ╱        connections  

not  a  connection  but  also  relevant  kinda  ,,   i  am  asking  v  nicely  for  sum1  to  bring  ares  his  son  and  phobos  his  twin  brother,  deimos  !!  pleathe  i  will  give  you  100  little  kithes 

lovers  :   yeah  ares  is  a  whore  sometimes  so  WHAT  !!  can  b  mortal  ,  can  b  gods  from  any  pantheon  rlly  ,  idc  !!    

rivals  :  get  wrekt  !!  yeah  so  ares  has  issues  with  getting  along  with  like  ,  everyone  so  please  if  your  muse  wants  sum1  to  punch  in  the  face  ,  ares  is  the  god  for  the  job  !!  doesnt  havent  to  rlly  be  war  related  it  can  just  be  like  heyo  you're   a  dick  i  fucking  hate  u  !!

yeah  no  my  two  brain  cells  have  given  out  so  just  any  plots  please  and  thank  you  !!

[goldiisms]

hey tags! i’ve been dragged back into,,,,rp somehow and have some muse for certain hp ships, plots and dynamics!! you’ll find them below the cut. if you’re interested, please like this post or message me and we can discuss! 

about me

hi hi! i’m rae. i’ve been rping for abt?? 8 years now? generally very casual during discussions but i promise i know how to capitalize when necessary.

right now i’m looking for regular rp partners who can maybe do a reply / checkin once every two days? i’ve got a full-time job so i’m not on all the time, but i think it’d be nice to have some constants :]

in terms of my rp style, i’ve moved to preferring discord RP with faceclaims. i like the short para style (3-5 paragraphs) just bc it’s easier to develop plot that way, and am also down for text-type rping as supplementary.  

marauders-era

james / sirius - please give me these two idiot bros,,,, completely in denial that they’re IN LOVE with each other,,,i hate them so very much,,,love them so very much,,,,i think it would be fun to play james in this scenario but i’m also down to play sirius ! 

wolfstar - the og bffs plot!! just---sirius being generally a non-caring asshole except when it comes to moony. soft soft. them (plus pete n james) against the world. remus just an 80-yr-old gandalf in a young body;;; but also he’s ! he wants to be young!! he wants to live a normal life!! angsty bean. willing to play either in this scenario! 

andromeda/lucius - me and my absolute garbage self just ships these two for the angst!! like imagine if andromeda was the one initially engaged to lucius and they LOVED EACH OTHER but she couldn’t stand the pureblood bs hahahu. i’d love to play andromeda in this ship! 

mumu - i have some zany plots that i’m keeping under wraps in case i want to turn them into full-fledged rps one day, but basically i’m down to do either straight up canon, zombie apocalypse-y rp, canon-divergent, etc! 

characters i’d like to play: petunia evans, alice longbottom, kingsley shacklebolt, regulus black (lil whiny angsty baby), james potter

trio-era

flintwood - quidditch rivals! idiots! in-love but very in denial! i’m very into it! willing to play either but drawn to ollie

seamus / dean - no one can tell me they aren’t together, sorry 

lavender / parvati - v down to play lavender, lots of hurt comfort but also! giggling and friendship and gentle touches ;_; would prefer to play lavender ! 

ginny / luna - the big f/f potential of trio-era...astounding. willing to play either! haven’t done this at all but i think it’d be interesting to play out

padma / blaise - my god please let me relive the padma/blaise childhood friend rp where they’re on opposite sides of the war,,,i imagine it would be post-war, with padma/blaise as fwb but still in love with each other. :( i would like to play padma in this scenario! 

hufflesquad plot - just a slice of life where they’re all in love with each other lol. i do want to play either justin or ernie, + susan bones. susan vs zach smith: FIGHT

characters i’d like to play: cho chang, millicent bulstrode, oliver wood

founders / riddle-era

founders era rp - i’d like to play godric n helga,,,,the POTENTIAL for helga/salazar and godric/salazar!! and helga/rowena!! and godric/rowena!! PLEATHE actually all the dynamics would be really good. i had a founders rp up before but it never took flight. :c

minerva / tom riddle - very indulgent;;; wrong-side-of-the-tracks sort of ship;;; just minerva being very strait-laced n trying to convince tom to abide by the rules ;_; i just ship them ok. here i’d like to play minerva!

grindelwald / dumbles - two young, foolhardy, PROUD mfers and one’s descent into darkness!! boatloads of angst, dramatic declarations! willing to play either.

characters / plots i’d like to play: most noble house of black vs the world !!

[lcvefooolish]

❛ park jimin, twenty-two, cismale, he/him ❜ was that JONAH LEE i just saw hurrying across the quad? you’d think they would know what happens when a SENIOR STUDENT is late to class. then again, the COMMUNICATIONS MAJOR has been known to be pretty HOT HEADED. maybe being so OPTIMISTIC helps keep them out of trouble. i heard that they are PANSEXUAL and love PRAISE + HAIR PULLING.

testing testing... is this thing on! hi everyone i’m choerry! this is my baby jonah, please be kind to him. please enjoy this little shitty intro i whipped up in an hour, and give this a like if you would like to plot! or hell, even add me on discord at jimin love me pleath sir#0666

jonah grew up in a rather large family with five older brothers and an identical twin named judah. growing up in manhattan above his family’s convenience store, he was always kept busy. whether it be with chores around the store or running errands for the home in between homework assignments, there was never a dull moment in the kid’s life. 

of course, living with six brothers with varying ages was interesting as the youngest. jonah learned a lot about life early on, the birds and the bees and all things like that. his brothers aided him in being both book-smart and street smart (as his twin would say). 

being the youngest, and subsequently later in life the smartest, jonah wasn’t watched with most supervision. the kid was cunning and knew how to get around the house without being caught. this led to a teenage jonah forming a habit of sneaking around for most of his high school life. he could keep a 4.0 and carried the label of “gifted” from teachers (god, did he ever hate that label but he loved the attention that came with it and the compliments and praise) but ended up partying too much for his own good. coming home wasted, some girl’s lipstick smeared on his skin-- you get the image. lost his virginity at a party at age 15, his best friend’s sister in their coat closet. not the classiest but got the job done. 

these behaviours didn’t get any better in college, but he was in a place where behaviour like this was generally more accepted. he is the president of the omega pi frat!

umm i’m not too sure what else! we can definitely brainstorm some plots but some i would like would be a rebound (from his childhood ex), friends with benefits, one-sided crush, etc.

[archiefm]

         ... claws my way up from hell once more and vomits onto the dash.... hello. its nora. i used to write rory bergstrom, but if u were here before that u might remember me as greta or alma putnam or..... som1 else.... an endless carousel of trash children..... this is finn, who i actually wrote for an early version of this rp abt 5yrs back now...... grits teeth..... so forgive me if im rusty i havent written him in a long time but seein honey boy gave me a lotta finn muse n im keen to get Back On The Horse yeehaww...

DYLAN O’BRIEN / CIS-MALE — don’t look now, but is that finn o’callaghan i see? the 25 year old criminology and forensic studies student is in their graduate year of study year and he is a rochester alum. i hear they can be judicious, adroit, morose and cynical, so maybe keep that in mind. i bet he will make a name for themselves living off-campus. ( nora. 24. gmt. she/her )

shakes my tin can a humble pinterest, ma’am....

finn has a bio pasted at the bottom (n written in like.... 2015.... gross) but it’s long  so if u don’t wanna read it here’s the sparknotes summary..... anyway this was written years ago n a lot of it seems really cliche and lame now but..... we accept the trash we think we deserve

grumpy, ugly sweater wearing, tech-savvy grandpa

very dry sense of humour and embraces nihilism. 

if ron swanson and april ludgate had a baby it would be finn

he was raised in derry, just south of dublin.

from a big family. elder sister called sinead. he also has a younger sister (aoife), a younger brother (colm), and a collie named lassie because his father lovs cliches (finn hates cliches but loves his dog). 

his father was a pub landlord and his mother worked at the market sellin fruit n veg when they met but got a job as a medical receptionist when she had kids cos it meant she cld be there with them in the day and work nights.

his parents met when they were p young and fiesty and rushed into marriage cos they were catholic n just wanted to have sex. his family were literally dirt-poor, but they had a lot of love i guess

hmmmmm his relationship w his father wasn’t the best cos i can’t write character who have healthy relationships w their parents throws up a peace sign. yh, had a pretty emotionally distant, alcoholic violent father n so gets a lot of his bad habits i.e. drinking as a coping mechanism and poor anger management from him BUT anyway

as a kid he was never very motivated in class, he always had a nervous itch to be off somewhere doing something else. struggled under government austerity bcso there just wasn’t the resources to support low income families where the kids had learning difficulties n needed support. fuck the tories am i right 

his mum suggested he try sports to help w his restless energy but he was never any good at football so he took up boxing and tap dance instead. he took to tap dancing like a fish to fuckin water. as adhd n found this as a really good way to use his excess energy in a creative way

had a few run ins with the police in his early teens for spray painting and graffiti, but he straightened himself out n now actually considering becoming a detective inspector??? cops are pigs.

he had a youtube channel where he posted videos of him tapdancing and breakdancing as a kid, basically would be a tiktok boy nowadays, n had like... a small fanbase in his early teens. attended several open auditions unsuccessfully, until he was finally cast in billy eliot when he was fifteen.

during billy eliot he began dating an italian dancer called nina. they became dance partners soon after and toured across the republic with various different shows (inc riverdance lol the classic irish stereotype). their relationship was p toxic tbh, they were both very hot tempered people and just used to argue and fight all the time.

he went semi-pro at tap dancing, and nina couldn’t stand being second best so she moved back to italy with her family. ignored his texts, phone calls, etc, eventually he was driven to the point where he used his savings to buy a plane ticket, showed up at her house and she was like wtf?? freaked out and filed a restraining order accusing him of stalking.

he was fined for harassment and then returned home to derry, but after the incident with nina he quit dancing for good and finished his leaving cert before heading to university in the US to get as far away from nina and his past life as poss. and basically since he quit dancing to study forensics (death kink. finn cant get enough of that morgue. just walks around sayin beat u) he’s become a massive grump and jsut doesn’t see the good in people any more.

u’ll find finn in an old man bar drinking whiskey bc he is in fact an old man at heart or sat on his roof smoking a joint, drawing wolves and lions and skeletons and shit, playing call of duty or getting blazed or at the corner of the room in a house party ignoring everyone and scrolling through twitter. is a massive e-boy. always up-to-date on memes and internet slang. has reddit as an app on his phone

not very good at communication. rather than solve his issues by talking, he’d prefer to just solve them through fighting or running away from his problems hence why he has come halfway across the world to get away from an issue which probs cld have been solved w a few apology emails.

takes a lot to phase him, but when his beserk button gets pressed he can become a bit pugnacious like an angry lil rottweiler. in his undergrad he was in a few fist fights but doesn’t really do tht any more as he doesn’t condone violence.

 in the previous version of this rp he was hospitalised like 5 times. pls, give my son a break. stop tryin to kill him. he literaly got a bottle smashed over his head and bled out all over his favourite angora rug that was the only light of his life

works at the campus coffee shop n always whines about how he’s a slave to capitalism. always smells of coffee

lives off campus with an elderly woman named Marianne, and basically gets reduced rent bcos he makes her dinner / keeps her company. they have a great bond

fan of karl marx. v big on socialism

insomniac with chronic nosebleeds

cynical about everything. too much of a fight club character 4 his own good n has his head up tyler durden’s sphincter

always confused or annoyed

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full name: finnegan seamus o'callaghan nickname(s): finn age: 25 astrological sign: aries hometown: derry, ireland occupation: phd student / former street entertainer fatal flaw: cynicism positives: self-reliant, street smart, relaxed, intelligent, spontaneous, brave, independent, reliable, trustworthy, loyal. negatives: hostile, impulsive, stubborn, brooding, pugnacious, untrusting, cynical, enigmatic, reserved.

physical

colouring: medium hair colour: dark brown, almost black eye colour: brown height: 5’9” weight: 69kg build: tall, athletic voice: subtle irish accent, low, smooth. dominant hand: left scar(s): one on the left side of his ribs from a knife wound that he doesn’t remember getting cos he was drunk distinguishing marks: freckles, tattoo of a wolf howling at a moon allergies: pollen and the full spectrum of human emotion alcohol tolerance: high drunken behaviour: he becomes friendlier, far more conversational than when sober, flirtier, and generally more self-confident.

psychological

dreams/goals: self-fulfilment, travel the globe, experience life in its most alive and technicoloured version, make documentary films, help the vulnerable in society, grow as a human being.

skills: jack-of-all-trades, very fast runner, good at thieving things, talented tap dancer, good in crisis situations, dab-hand at mechanics, musically-intelligent, can throw a mean right hook and very capable of defending himself, can roll a cigarette, memorises quotes and passages of literature with ease, can light a match with his teeth.

likes: the smell of the earth after rain, poetry, cigarettes, shakespeare, whiskey, tattoos, travelling, ac/dc, deep conversations, leather jackets, open spaces, the smell of petrol, early noughties ‘emo phase’ anthems.

dislikes:  the government, parties, rules, donald trump, children, apple products, weddings, people in general, small talk, dependency, loneliness, pop music, public transport, justin timberlake, uncertainty.fears: fear itself, drowning alignment: true neutral mbti: istp – “while their mechanical tendencies can make them appear simple at a glance, istps are actually quite enigmatic. friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, istp personalities can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones. istps can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but they tend to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking their interests in bold new directions.” (via 16personalities.com)

full bio (lame as fuck written years ago..... pleathe...)

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born in quigley’s pub on the backstreets of sunny dublin, young finnegan o'callaghan was thrown kicking and screaming into the rowdy suburbs of irish drinking culture. the son of a landlord and a fishwife, he never had much in the way of earnings, but there was never a dull moment in his lively estate, where asbo’s thrived, but community spirit conquered. at school, finn was pegged as lazy and unmotivated, though truly his dyslexia made it hard for the boy to learn in the same environment of his peers and only made him more closed-off in class. struggling with anger management, finn moved from school to school, unable to fit the cookie-cutter mould that school enforced on him, though whilst academic studies were of little interest to the boy, he soon found his true passions lay in recreational activities. immersed into the joys of sport from as young as four, finn was an ardent munster fan and anticipated nothing more than the day he could finally fit into his brother’s old pair of rugby boots.

his calling finally came unexpectedly, not in the form of rugger, but through dance. to learn to express himself in a non-academic way, he began tap dancing, finding therapy in the beat of his soles against the cracked kitchen tiles (much to his mother’s disgrace). it wasn’t a conscious choice, finn just realised one day that dance was something that made him feel. a king of the streets, finn made his fortune on those cobbled pavements – dancing and drawing to earn his keep. by default, finn became a street artist, each penny he earned from his chalk drawings saved in a jam jar towards buying his first pair of tap shoes. though many of his less-than-amiable neighbours called him a nancy and a gaybo, finn refused to quit at his somewhat ‘unconventional’ hobby, for the young scrapper found energy, life, and released anger through the rhythm of tap. soon he branched out into street dance, hip hop, break dancing, lyrical, his days spent smacking his scuffed feet against the broken patio into the night.

when he was thirteen he took up boxing, and as expected, his newfound ‘macho’ pastime conflicted with his dancing. the boxers called him ‘soft’; the dancers called him ‘inelegant’. he felt like two different people; having to choose between interests was like being handed a knife and asked to which half of himself he wished to cut away. he couldn’t afford professional training in dance, with most schools based in england and limited scholarships available. instead, he made the street his studio, racking up a small fanbase on youtube. when he was fifteen he made his debut in billy eliot at the olympia theatre in dublin. enter nina de souza, talented, beautiful and italian; ballet dancer, operatic singer, genius whiz kid, and spoiled brat. she was selfish, conceited, hell bent on getting her own way, and every director’s nightmare. finn fell for her like a house of cards. he’d always had a soft spot for girls who meant trouble. and so their hellish courtship began.

by the time they were seventeen, the two young swans had danced in every playhouse across the republic. they were known in theatres across the country for their tempestuous personalities, their raging arguments with one another, their tendency to drop out of shows altogether without any notice, yet the money kept rolling in and the audiences continued to grow. for three years, their families continued to put up with their hysterical fights followed by passionate reconciliations. he was too possessive, and she was too wild. their carcrash of a relationship finally came to a catastrophic halt when nina broke off the whole affair and returned to italy with her family. for months finn tried to contact her, yet his phone calls, texts, facebook messages were always ignored, until finally he was driven to drastic measures and used his savings to get a plane to her home town. when finn turned up uninvited at nina’s house she freaked out – and rightly so – she contacted her agent, accused him of stalking her, and had a restraining order placed against him. finn was arrested, held in a station overnight, and charged with harassment before he was allowed to return to dublin.

after the incident with nina, finn lost the fight in his eyes. he became far more hostile, far less likely to retaliate with his own fists, and picked fights not for the thrill of feeling his own fists pummel another into a wall, but for the sensation of his own brittle bones cracking. he dropped his tap shoes in a dumpster, stopped talking to his friends, followed his father’s advice and went back to school to complete his leaving certificate. a few short months later, and finn was packing his bags, saying his bittersweet goodbyes, and travelling half-way across the globe to be as far away as possible from his past self, his mess of a life, and most of all nina. it seemed somehow ironic that the boy who had been cautioned by the garda so much during his youth for spray painting, busking without a liscence, and raucous parties would become the grumpy, aloof overseas student studying a degree in criminology; that his once reckless spirit could be crushed so easily. 

of all things that finn could be called, straightforward would never be one of them. ever since his first days in atticus, the boy was pegged as hostile, hot-headed, cynical, rude. he seemed to spend more time in his thoughts than engaging in conversation. like a ticking time-bomb, finn’s anger was of the calm kind, liable to explode without a moment’s noticed. his unpredictable personality make him something of an enigma to those who aren’t amiable with the lad, though hostile as he may appear, he harvests a good heart. loyalty lies at the centre of his affections, and whilst his friends are few in number, he makes a lifelong partner. somewhere within finn, there’s still some fight left, but mostly he has recognised that his hedonistic lifestyle did little to leave him fulfilled – mostly, it just emptied him out – and over his three years at university has resigned himself to a nihilistic predicament.

        if u wanna plot with me pls pls pls im me or like this post!! i am always game for plots i love em so excited to write with you all here r some ideas

study buddies. finn is now a phd student so has to start takin shit seriously. he gon be in the library every day doing that independent study. if he had ppl who were also regular library goers n they get each other coffees to save time.... tht wld be sweet

ppl who love techno dj sets and going super hard on the weekends!!! fuck yea

friends with benefits. exes on bad terms. ppl he tried to date but couldnt because he’s always emotionally hung up on someone else. spicy hook up plots

ppl he met touring?? maybe ppl who were also in the entertainment industry..... anyone got a character who is ex circus hit me up

does anyone else study criminology / forensics / criminal psych / law? phd students sometimes lecture so he cld be an assistant lecturer / tutor if ur character is in a younger year

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

finn goes to the skatepark and all the young boys there think he’s a gradnpa which he is! 

[philcmenabadadink]

cisfemale — ever hear people say PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL looks a lot like NATALIA DYER? I think SHE is about 19, so it doesn’t really work. The FREELANCER is here because THEIR VAN BROKE DOWN and they are from WOODSIDE, CA. They can be WHIMSICAL, but they can also be APATHETIC. I think PHILLY might be N/A. ( snot goblin. 20. est. she/they. )

hi hello friends ,,, i bring to u my third character and the Newest Muse i have created ... which means i’m still working on her ! so pleathe bare w/ me as i have no idea how she’ll rly truly turn out. but !! as always, give this a LIKE and i’ll come bother u !!!

TW: CANCER, IMPLIED TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. MENTAL HEALTH )

a e s t h e t i c s

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers.

general info !!

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th lmao !!

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: ??? $500 ebay mystery box. pansexual if you had to label it.

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biography !!

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are ... eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children ... it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels...less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen ... van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way. 

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

she gets medication, and life is normal.

it’s four years later and they’re in vermont when their good ol’ trusty van - affectionately named florence - breaks down in a town called livingstone. the cost is more than they have at the moment, and they’re stuck. philomena thinks she likes the town - but she doesn’t know about the watershed. 

personality !!

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon.

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in livingstone - would hate to make enemies whilst florence is getting repaired.

they’re staying in a motel, currently, in the cheapest room they could get. philly will still visit florence. will sometimes go home with strangers purely to take advantage of a comfortable bed and a shower with better pressure.

it’s a common occurrence - she doesn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weasels her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. 

will consume a n y t h i n g you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggles.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

wanted connections !!

random encounters - she’s new in town and doesn’t know many people - if anybody at all, so :-)

alternately, people she’s run into with elektra during their journey. whether they’ve stolen from them or stayed with them somewhere or just, ate dinner with them. anything.

someone whose couch she’s crashed on after a night of whatever - a party, adventure, etc.

people she does jobs for !! people who commission her to make stuff for them. people who need a babysitter.

people who think she’s weird - and those who like it. or those who hate it. people who don’t understand her - people who do, in their own way.

someone trying to get closer to her but she keeps slipping out from between their fingers.

a parental / older sibling figure !! they take one look at philomena and instantly want to swaddle and protect her.

people who take an immediate liking to her. people who introduce her to the music scene. people who show her around town.

someone who catches her stealing or about to dine-n-dash.

late-night walking pals.

a dealer b/c weed ? a thing.

someone who gets into a debate with her about conspiracies or superstitions or anything !! someone who gets frustrated at her apathy.

somebody who just immediately distrusts her for whatever reason.

??? you don’t have a smartphone ??? cue someone trying to teach her how they work - and philly hating it !!

thrifting pals.

m a y b e a hook-up, eventually, but it’s questionable.

something unrequited, likely on their end b/c philly is ... a hard egg to crack.

maybe something returned !! eventually. slowly. slow.

god ... someone she just tells her entire life story to. like this meme. 

i’m rly down to brainstorm and think of anything !!! dnt forget 2 leave a like :)

[clvndestines]

( ansel elgort, twenty-three, cismale, he/him ) – have you seen henry parrish, the economics and management student around oxford yet? i hear they can be unsuspecting and tenacious, but those who know them insist they’re reminded of disheveled brown locks falling over curious hazel eyes, a tattered wool jacket billowing in the wind, clattered books and crumpled papers strewn about a messy room when they’re around. rumor has it that he’s actually from a poor family. is it true? only time will tell…

aaand now we have my clueless string bean even bigger mess, henry!! i’ll likely be asleep after i post both of these intros but leave me some messages and plots and i’ll come back to you as soon as i’m up!

tw: bullying

full name: henry augustus parrish major: business and management

background

henry’s life has been pretty average, to say the least. he was born to financially-struggling average parents, went to an average school, garnered average friends, consistently got average grades, had a pair of average twin sisters, and experienced bullying like an average kid. for most of his life, he got picked on for wearing the same jacket to school, for having tattered clothes and beat up shoes, for being poor in general. henry only kept his head down and sat quietly in the corner, because, well, that was all true and what could he do about it, really?

despite this, henry was raised with a tank full of love and warmth from his parents. they constantly apologized to henry for not being able to give him a better life. and henry understood. his family was his treasure and for the mean time, that was enough to get him by.

after graduating high school, unsurprisingly, money was still a problem. thank god his father was a professor at a local community college in bedford, otherwise he would never have gotten a fully-paid scholarship. if he was being honest, he couldn’t remember much about that part of his education. sure, he graduated, but most of his time was spent working two, sometimes three jobs, to save up for oxford. 

all those years spent in poverty built up a resolute longing, an ardent desire for a life that was greater than the one he currently lived. he’s always admired the expensive suits he would see in the mall, the expensive parties he could only see on television, the eloquence, the grandeur, the luxury. henry was pretty much in love with all of it, and his shot in oxford felt like living out his dream. 

around campus, he could always be seen clad in a shirt under a sweater or a secondhand cashmere coat he loved to wear, seemingly awe-struck by everything around him. and the next second he could either be spacing out, running into a wall, or staring confounded at a piece of homework. god help the child

although he’s not one to lie, henry’s been determined to keep the nature of his background under wraps in fear of being ridiculed for his status once more. he tries his best to act in a manner that’s proper, respectable, and at times dignified. but it’s difficult to miss henry’s bright and ungainly glory.

stats here!

personality

having been through plenty of hardships in his life, a tough mental strength has been hard-wired into henry, allowing him to remain optimistic in the face of adversity. he has a bright and curious demeanor, always ready to extend help and offer unselfish and genuine smiles to all. it’s not very difficult to be friends with him. but this is also where his downfall lies. he’s too amiable for his own good that he easily falls prey to manipulative and deceitful people. 

henry is a dreamer, and is persistent in chasing his dreams without really deliberating if it was the kind of dream he should be chasing. he’s in love with the riot club that’s it. a feat that sometimes goes overboard and one comparable to the mythological character icarus. and on top of all of that, he has moments where he just shifts into a giant blubbering mess - mostly when beautiful, rich people talk to him.

connections

best friend - someone who helps him like get through the mess, instant click, get along kind of friends, always having a good time, laughing at the same things, late nights, and early mornings, and what not.

friends - give him lots of this pleathe. he needs it. could be childhood friends, party friends, study friends, course mates, roommates, whatever kind of friends you have in mind.

a girl he’s “in love” with and trying to impress - may or may not be a bad influence on him

bad influences - riot club members pls pull through he wants to be a part of this tiny club

aaaaaaand we’ve reached the end of my intros. shoot me............................ a message if you want to plot, dms or discord (saga#4473), or like this and i’ll bother you with plots. thank you for reading this far!!

[theaterkid821]

Touchdown Celebration (Rich x Jake x Reader) [Smut]

A/N: hey all! here with a new fic! hope you all enjoy this one and love you all! requests are open and see you soon.

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Request: “Can I request some rich smut or rich and Jake poly smut? Sorry if that’s a burden” let me make one thing clear NO REQUEST IS A BURDEN. BELIEVE ME, SCHOOL IS BORING AND WRITING THESE THINGS KEEPS ME SANE. regardless. heres a new fic and hope  you enjoy and love you!

TW: smut smut smut. also cursing probably.

You were new in the school, great. The complete opposite of what you want to do for senior year. You sit down at an empty lunch table and take out your phone. You really didn’t want a repeat of your old school. You made the mistake of telling your friend (who could not keep a secret to save their life) that you were poly and they told everyone in school. They literally drove you away.

A boy sits next to you and taps your shoulder, “ecthcuthe me, I’m thorry to bother you but I mutht thay that your beauty entranthed me when I thaw you from acroth the room. I’m Rich.”

“Oh, thanks… I guess.” You shake his hand

“Tho, are you new to the thchool?”

“Yeah, first day.”

“I thee. Well look, why don’t you thit with me and my friend Jake? He’ll like you I promithe. He’th really thweet.” “Sure, that sounds great.” You pick up your bag and walk with him to his table. Another boy in a green and white tank top looks up at you.

Rich sits next to him and they fist bump, “hey! Jakey D! what’th up? Oh right. Thith ith (Y/N), she’th new.”

“oh, well nice to meet you (Y/N), I’m Jake.” He makes some room for you at the table and you shyly sit down in it. You talked with them for a while, knowing they were staring at you.

“So um… (Y/N),”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Probably sitting at home, why?”

“Well,” Rich nudges him, “this is gonna sound weird but… would you like to go to dinner with the two of us sometime?”

You look up at him almost shocked, “I’m sorry what?”

“Look, I know thith ith gonna be a little hard but pleathe jutht hear uth out. Jake and I both are bi. We have a bit of a relathionthip and we don’t have the betht track record with the ladieth tho no one really wanted to be with uth. But you jutht, you jutht theem really cute and thweet and we jutht wanted to thee if you were interethted in it.” You smile, “well you two start thanking your gods that you hit on a girl whose poly.” “I-is that a yes?” “Definitely.”

.         .         .

You wait on the bleachers for them to come out. They just won the game and you couldn’t be prouder. You see Rich and run over to him. You hug him tightly and look up at him, “you were amazing. I’m so proud of you.” “Thankth babe. It meanth a lot.” You kiss him softly.

“I know it does. That’s why I said it.”

Rich laughs and Jake hugs you from behind, “and good job to you too Jake.”

“Thanks. So… where to?”

“Well, my parentth aren’t home. Maybe we could… do thomthing at my houthe?” “Y-yeah, that’d be good.” You wanted to, but you were a little nervous. You hadn’t done anything sexual before really and they clearly knew what they were doing. It was quite intimidating.

Rich could read you better than that though. He may act dumb, but he is adept at reading people’s body language. “No you’re not. What’th the matter?”

You lean against the chain fence behind you and look down, “it’s just… I’m not that… experienced in this area. You two clearly have experience and I feel a little… intimidated.”

Jake strokes your cheek and kisses you softly, “oh baby, it’s gonna be okay. So what if you haven’t done anything before? We’re gonna take care of you tonight. Make sure you have a good time.” You nod and walk with him to Jake’s car. Rich takes your hand and squeezes it. “wath that it or ith there thomething elthe?” “That’s it.” you lean your head on his shoulder.”

“good, I hate theeing you upthet.”

You kiss his cheek, “I know. I’m okay now, really.”

.         .         .

The ride to Rich’s house was fine. You walked in with them and the second you three were in his room and on his bed, the floodgates were opened and no one held anything back. Jake quickly pulled you into a kiss and ran a hand through your hair. Rich was behind you and pushed your shirt up a little, exploring the new skin and nipping at your neck.

“Jutht tell uth if you’re uncomfortable with thomething or if it feelth bad. We don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” “I don’t think I’ll be saying stop…” “Jutht making thure you knew.” He unclasps your bra and pulls your shirt off as Jake’s and your lips part. Jake was quick to respond by taking off his own as one of Rich’s hands grabs onto one of your newly freed breasts. Your hands move to Jake’s hair as you moan softly. A pool starts to form in your panties. God, these two didn’t know what they did to you.

Regardless, you were all quick to remove your clothing. You took the moment in for a second and sat up, “how exactly are we doing this?”

“We can decide that now I guess. I mean, we don’t want to make this too harsh on you. Well, it being your first time and all.” “Thanks…”

“Well, what if we have one of uth go in you, then the other goes inthide him?”

“I’m confused.”

“Jutht for ecthample, say we choothe Jake. Then Jake goeth inthide of you and I go inthide of Jake.” “Sounds good to me.”

Jake quickly gets up, “I’ll go get the lube and a condom.”

You nod and lean into Rich, “you thure you’re ready thweetie?” “Positive.” You kiss him softly. “Just, be gentle.”

“Making sure.”

You nod and Jake quickly comes back, condom in one hand and lube in the other. He quickly hands Rich the condom and opens the bottle. “When wath it dethided that I wath the one for thith?” “Since you were the one who figured it out.” “That’th fair.” Rich puts the condom onto himself and gets on top of you. “Ready baby girl?” you nod, and he pushes himself into you. You groan softly, you’d never felt something like this before and it felt heavenly. Jake carefully pushes himself into Rich and he does his best not to buck his hips into you.

After a few moments you give him the signal and he wastes no time. He thrust into you quickly and you couldn’t have been on more of a high if you tried.

You all came decently quickly and fell onto Rich’s bed.

“Wath it okay? Doeth anything hurt?” “No Rich. I’m fine. Thank you though.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Our pleathure dear.”

[shuskas-story-book]

4/13/18 ‘Hello’

An EriSol Humanstuck fanfic written off the song 'Hello' By Adele

Hey thith ith Thollux. Thorry I couldn't anthwer your call, tho go ahead and leave a methage after the beep *BEEP*

Eridan sighed softly, listening to the message that he had almost burned into his memory. He felt it was finally time to actually try to talk to Sollux again.

"Hey, Sollux, I-it's me Eridan. I was uh...I was wondering if you'd want to meet up? I know we left off pretty bad all those month's ago, so we can...maybe go over everything" he said softly, taking a deep breath and looking off to the side and sitting the picture of himself and Sollux on a pier . "You know...they say that times supposed to heal you but...I haven't healed much......."

He lifted his head in shock as he heard a sudden click on the other end of his line. "h-hello? Sollux is that you? Can you hear me?" he asked, heart racing and his voice shaking a bit as he heard a deep breath before a sigh on the other end. "Yea...I can hear ya ED" Sollux replied softly. Eridan started to tear up a bit and covered his mouth, a soft whimper escaping him as Sollux spoke up again.

"Lithen ED, I'm home....You caught me in a daydream honethtly. How we uthed to be when we were younger and didn't have tho many thingth holding uth down. Before you dethided to call....I had forgotten how it felt before my world thatered around me" he said softly. Eridan automatically felt his heart drop to his stomach.

Sollux was referring to the night Eridan had gone out to Cronus's Bachelor party and gotten drunk before having sex with a few different people. Granted it was all instigated by Cronus that night, but when Sollux had tried to get Eridan to have sex with him a few nights later, just to make him feel better about accidentally cheating on him, but it all went downhill when Eridan called out another's name. Things had happened so fast and he couldn't do anything to stop the pain he caused with that one word.

Eridan quickly came back to when he heard a soft hello from the other side of the phone. He could partially feel the tears that were rolling down his cheeks as Sollux spoke. "ED? Hello? Can you hear me? ED pleathe I mutht have called your name a thouthand timeth!" he whined softly as Eridan gave a sniffle and nodded. It took a moment before he realized Sollux couldn't see him. "I-i'm sorry Sollux....I just....I-i just called to tell you that I'm....I'm so sorry for everything that I did....that I HAVE done." he replied softly.

"But....Every time I called you you...you were never home I-i just.....I even came to your apartment and banged on the door....just shouting your name from the hall" he continued, sniffling as the tears started to freely roll down his cheeks. "At-at least I can say I TRIED to tell you I was sorry for breaking your heart Sol" he sobbed, looking away from the photo he had been looking at.

He heard a snort from the other end of the line before an overly sarcastic reply was given. "Well it don't matter now doeth it ED? It CLEARLY doethn't tear you up like it doeth me." Eridan couldn't help a soft, almost bitter laugh as it escaped his trembling lips. "Tho....Eridan pleathe.....Letth get thome coffee alright? Fill'th Cafe?" Sollux asked, a small mile in his voice. "Let'th thay in thirty minuteth leave your apartment and we'll meet up like we uthed to."

Eridan agreed and the call ended, quickly going around the apartment and getting himself ready. He paused to catch a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror and he could see the bags under his chocolate brown eyes, the way his clothing just hung on his slim form and the now pale purple puff of hair he had always managed to convince his boss to let him keep. He looked like a mess.

Thinking quickly, he managed to get himself in the shower and actually gel his hair back in the way he knows Sollux likes it and grimaces. When was the last time I did my hair? he asked himself, shaking his head. He got things settled and donned a dark purple shirt and his favorite pair of dark blue jeans before pulling his shoes on. Damn, five minutes late to leave already.

He darted out of the apartment, locking it in his wake and hurriedly walked down the board to the cafe. Fill's Cafe had been the place they met, the place that Sollux had proposed. Eridan's eyes started to water as he ducked his nose down into the red and blue infinity scarf he wore. The wedding would have been set for the next day had Cronus and his own fucking marriage that sent Eridan and Sollux down this path.

Eridan shook his head and tried to hold back the tears as he looked up to the faded green and yellow sign to the cafe. He could hardly think straight as he stepped into the cafe and looked around. Sollux was sitting over in their usual spot, two coffees in front of him and an empty seat. He looked up to Eridan with a small smile, waving him over and watching the younger male.

"Sollux I-i-i'm so sorry I-I was I mess I had to take a shower a-and-" he froze as Sollux raised a hand, moving towards the seat in front of himself. "Hello ED....." he said softly. Eridan nodded and sat down, looking off to the side. "I-I'm sorry Sol.....it's so typical to talk about myself like that......i-i'm so sorry" he whispered, shaking his head before turning a sad smile up to Sollux.

"I-i hope you've been well" he said softly. "Did....you ever make it out of that dead end job?" he asked, tilting his head as he carefully took the cup in his hand. Sollux let out a shaky sigh of his own and nodded, throat tightening at the sight of Eridan's engagement ring still settled neatly on his finger. He reached out and took Eridans hand, pulling it over and turning it over in his own, computer calloused hands. "ED.....ith no thecrete that the both of uth are running out of time....It'th what humanth do, get mad at one another, leave, and grow old with that bitter feeling in their hearth" he said softly, taking a deep breath and looking up to meet Eridans with his own bi-colored eyes. "I'm thorry I broke your heart Eridan" he whispered.

Eridan's heart nearly stopped as Sollux removed the ring. He couldn't put two and two together at this moment. He came here to tell Sollux he was sorry, to beg for forgiveness and yet, Sollux was pulling the ring off his finger. Eridan let the tears he was holding back roll down his cheeks as he softly started to sob. Sollux looks up to him and frowned, moving out of his chair before getting down on his knees with Eridan's hand held to his chest.

"Pleathe don't cry ED, you know I hate theeing you cry" he whispered softly. "I'm not trying to puth you away. Eridan pleathe, give me a thecond chanthe to forgive you. I know thith ith a weird way to do it but....I-i jutht want you to put the ring on a chain.....Give me a chanthe to forgive you properly and we can try thith again later on" he said softly, holding the ring up for a moment before placing the golden band down in Eridans palm.

Eridan watched him closely, putting the ring on the table and nearly jumping into Sollux's lap as he pulled him into a hug. "Thank you sol.....thank you" he whispered, hiding his face against Sollux's neck and let his boyfriend shush him softly and enjoy the feeling of the other's arm around him like they should be.

[theasstour]

- of herself after this one, but I also hope she doesn't beat herself too much for failing an exam, cause life does goes on, and she can always try again, so don't make her be too hard on herself pleathe :( (I ask, knowing I chastisise myself to the max when I get a lower grade than I expected/fail an exam). So don't make her be like me, please. Wow, I was about to finish my review then it got longer haha. ANYWAY! I was about to say (or maybe I did idk) that I will start writing down the things-

(6) i mean we can tell she WILL beat herself up over it bc she’s just that type of anxious person urwgwierjw !! (also same :///// hate myself for it but damn do i cry for a day or two if i get a shitty grade ((((((((((: ) !! thing with jacks is that she’s so relatable so you can kind of guess what she’s going to do before she does it? her beating herself up after her exam, pushing people away when they get too close, on the brink of tears after a job interview lmao! SO WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY, if jackie ever does something you wouldn’t have then i give you permission to slap me

[theaterkid821]

Hateful Love (Rich Goranski x Reader)

A/N: hey all! here with a new fic! hope you enjoy! as usual, requests are open and love you all!

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TW: cursing a little bit of bullying and angst, and small mention of burn injury.

You remember the day you met Richard Goranski, he was the new kid in yoru class freshman year. No one seemed to notice him. And, as you were a member of the student gov., it was your job to make friends with the new students. You sit next to him at the lunch table and smile. He gives you a friendly wave and you point to the table, “Is this seat taken?”

“No pleathe, thit.” You nod and sit down

“(Y/N), pleased to meet you.”

“Rich. Likewithe. Thorry if it botherth you. I wath born with it and it hathn’t theemed to go away.”

“No it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, “thankth…”

.         .         .

After that moment, you and Rich were inseparable. Whether he hung out at your place or you at his, you had the best of times. You hated to admit it, but you’d developed deep feelings for him. He never noticed, but there was many a time when you were staring at him. But sophomore year, everything seemed to change. One day, he was his normal self, and the next he was… different. He was wearing different clothes, different haircut, even his lisp was gone.

You decided to see what was going on with him. When you were in the hallway going to the bus, you tapped his shoulder. As you were about to say say something, he turned around quickly and almost screamed at you, “what the hell are you doing?!”

You hold your hands up, “Rich, calm down. It’s just me. I just wanted to see what’s going on with you.”

He picks up his backpack and walks away from you, “I’m fine. Just leave me alone loser.”

That went straight to your heart. All your little fantasies that you’d created went out the window, never to be seen again.

.         .         .

It wasn’t until junior year Halloween party that you talked to him again. You were grabbing another shot when he came over to you.

“you got any mountain dew red?”

“Rich what the fuck?” “do you?” “no, I don’t… I didn’t even know that existed why do you even need it?” “it doesn’t matter.” “It does if this is how you’re acting. look Rich, you’ve ignored me for more than a year now, why are you all of a sudden talking to me again?” “N-no… I don’t mean to I just… I need it!” he runs off asking more people if they have it. what the hell happened to him?

Later on in the night, you were talking with some friends upstairs when you noticed something, “hey, does anyone else smell something burning?”

They shake their heads and go back to talking. You leave them and try to find what it was. As you went downstairs, you saw Jake, apparently doing the same thing.

“Do you have any idea what that is?” “No clue. But it doesn’t look to- holy shit!” you scream as the wall you were leaning against comes crashing down. You fall to the ground, head first, with your leg falling dead on into the fire. You try to pull it back as fast as you can, but the damage was already done. Massive burn marks were on your skin.

“(Y/N)!” Jake calls to you and tries to help you up.

“Jake, I’m injured, you go.” He nods and tries to escape on his own. You were getting drowsy, you couldn’t deny it. You kept trying to fight it off, but it was taking over. A moment before sleep enveloped you, you felt a pair of arms scoop you up and carry you away.

.         .         .

You wake up to blaring fluorescent lights and constant beeping. You tried to sit up, but your head hurt too much. You try and look around and you see a bed next to you with someone who also looked pretty beaten up in it. You look down and see your leg with a massive amount of gauze wrapped around it. Suddenly, the boy next to you started to speak.

“the doctor thaid that it would take a bit to heal but that’d you’d be jutht fine.” You’d recognize that lisp anywhere.

“R-rich? What are you doing here?... How long have I been out?”

“I think a week or tho. They thaid that you have a cuncuththion tho it wath better for you to thleep it off. And I’m in the thame boat ath you right about now.”

“What happened?” “It’th a long thtory…”

“it looks like we have time.”

He takes a deep breath. “okay… you were an amathing friend, but I wanted to be a part of thomething, have other friendth. Tho a friend told me about this thing. It’th called a thQUIP. I think it thtandth for thuper quantum unit intel protheththor or thomething like that. That doethn’t matter. Anyway, it wath thuppothed to help me to be cool and thhit like that, tho I bought one and took it. and it did make thingth better for a while, but then it made my life a living hell and I needed to get rid of it. I found out from thomeone that mountain dew red ith the only way to thhut it down and I tried to find thome. I couldn’t and it made me go crathy and burn down Jake’th houthe. I don’t actually know, but thomehow Jeremy was able to deactivate hith and thinthe ourth were communicating, mine went off too.”

“oh… I just don’t see why you needed it. you were great before you had it and you’re great now. you just turned into an asshole when you had it… to me at least…” “I know and I’m thorry. It thaid that you weren’t helping me to become cooler and I couldn’t hang out with you.”

“why couldn’t you just disobey it?” “becauthe it wath in my brain. And even if I did, it would thhock me for dithobeying it. look, it wath a mithtake and I am tho thorry that I put you through that. I’m not worth the dirt beneath your feet.”

“Rich…”

“Jutht lithen (Y/N) pleathe… I need you, I didn’t know that before but I realithe it now. You were my firtht friend in thith thchool and even after all the crap I’ve given you, you’re thtill here. (Y/N) you are kind and thweet and funny and hot and-fuck I mean…”

Your face lights up, “Rich… d-do you like me?”

He takes a long pause. “…yes. But my thQUIP thaid that you weren’t worth my time tho I couldn’t athk you out or anything.”

“Rich, if I weren’t stuck in this bed, I would come over and kiss you right now.”

“R-really? You mean that… you like me too?” “Mhm. Ever since I met you.”

“Th-tho if I were to athk you out thometime… would you thay-”

“Yes.”