#threads / camden langston

[grcveyacd]

“  you got rules? come on, you really know how to zap the fun out of a situation.  “ // @ribbonhrts

[grcveyacd]

“ it’s whatever. “ his dark hues stay locked on his phone screen as he continues to scroll through skating videos that his sponsor had posted earlier that morning. “ i just don’t get why her hand had to be on your ass. “ he mutters, not even bothering to nudge him back. “ i’ll be sure to remember that next time i get asked for a picture. “ 

OPEN TO: anyone!

MUSE: finn davies / 26 years old / social media star / pansexual

CONNECTION: bf / gf / partner

"what's got you all wound up hm?" finn gently nudges them, offering them a grin, "you're not mad about that photo are you? she was just a fan, she wanted to pose like that".

[grcveyacd]

“ wow — look who remembered my existence. “  // @introversions

[grcveyacd]

he’s fighting the urge to pull the comforter over his head, just wanting to go back into his little sick cocoon. but he has a strange feeling that parrish would just try to get under the blankets with him, and he was too weak to fight him back on that. “ yeah, cause that’s totally part of your charm. “ he rolls his eyes, letting out a small pathetic groan as he leans over to grab his bottle of gatorade off his bedside table. “ you should’ve brought some soup. “ not that he could stomach any food right now but, it would be nice to have something to eat besides saltines. a brow raises when he looks at the other, seeing how ready he was to join him in bed. he wanted to protest but, again, he didn't have the energy. “ just… don’t blame me if you feel like shit in the morning. that’s all i’m saying. “ he opens the cap of his gatorade bottle, and takes a much needed drink. he wipes the back of his hand over his mouth when he finishes, and sets the bottle back on the bedside table, body snuggling further down into the mass of pillows behind him. “ i’m kinda surprised you didn’t come sooner. “ 

Parrish had been excited about the fact that Camden was back from his little trip when he first got back. There had been some sort of plan to meet up and hang out again but Camden started to feel sick so plans were cancelled. He understood that. But he also thought that it had been long enough that he could risk being around Camden for a couple of hours — Or, maybe, he just didn't care about the idea of being sick anymore if it meant seeing the other. "It's part of my charm," the blonde joked with a little grin. Arms remained outstretched for a couple moments longer before they fell to his side. A pout replaced the smile. But that did not stop him from toeing off his shoes and moving closer, placing one knee on the mattress as if waiting for an invitation from Camden to properly climb on. "I'm not going to be a baby if I get sick. I'm also not going to get sick." As if he wasn't trying to climb into bed with the other while he was sick.

[grcveyacd]

“ what the fuck? “ camden grumbles, hearing the clatter of every single rock that hits his window. he had been traveling for work and hadn’t been home in weeks, so he wasn’t really expecting anyone. especially at this hour. another rock hears the window, and before he knows it, he’s out of his bed, and opening his window, sticking his head out to see the male down below. “ who the fuck is emily? “ he groans, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “ dude, i don’t fucking know a emily. “ he shakes his head, eyes scanning the other from afar. “ i also don’t fucking know you so, i don’t know what to tell you man. “ 

open m/f/nb muse: beau clapier plot inspo

the rock hit the window again, and by gods grace it flung open. oh thank god, he was drunk and he just needed to see her again. maybe to beg her back, maybe to tell her to fuck off - beau wasn't sure which was going to roll off his tongue. but instead an unfamiliar face stuck their head out the window, looking down at him with confusion - or was that disdain? "shit, fuck...are you with emily?" he calls out, had she already moved on? "tell her...well i don't know what to tell her."

[grcveyacd]

“ right — does that mean i’m going to have to sneak out the window in the morning? or can i use a door this time? “ amusement colors his features as he sits back on the couch, feet propping up on the coffee table. “ actually, can i have a say in which one i get to use this time? cause climbing down from the window last time really fucked up my hands. and i really need those. “ 

ꨄ  — @grcveyacd !

"you can stay here tonight but you should probably be out in the morning."

[grcveyacd]

whatever bug he caught from his weekend away had kept him bedridden for the past week. he hadn’t felt like getting out, and when he did he would practically crawl back into his bed and not come out for the rest of the day. he was surprised when parrish showed up, half expecting him to stay away while he was feeling crummy but, he had to admit that it was kind of nice to see someone that wasn’t on his laptop screen for once. “ why do you always gotta’ be such a dick? “ he grumbles, sitting up as much as he could on his bed, head still propped up onto the mound of pillows he had arranged behind him. “ what? no — i’m not giving your ass a hug when you just called me ugly. “ he scrunches his nose, head shaking up at the other. “ besides, i have a feeling you’ll be a big baby if i get you sick and i’m not dealing with that. “ 

open to: anyone! connections: partner, friend, maybe even a favorite coworker? just vibes plot: your muse is sick & parrish offers up some comfort (and also light bullying)

A wrinkle of his nose at the mere sight of the other as he nudged the door closed with his shoulder. Parrish dropped his bag onto the floor by his feet. “How did you even get sick? You look ugly. Come here.” Playful smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he lifted his arms, making a little grabbing motion to encourage a hug.

[grcveyacd]

“ conditions that will make things fun? color me intrigued. “ he hums softly, gaze lifting to meet hers. “ so, what are the new conditions? “ 

"they aren't rules. . . more like conditions. i actually think it could make things fun."

[grcveyacd]

“ charity streams? guess i can’t really get mad about that. “ he lets out a slow breath, hand rubbing against the back of his neck. “ now i feel like a jackass — you could’ve just told me, ya know? and saved me from the humiliation. “

"stop— i've been busy, alright? the tournament is coming up and i've been doing all night charity streams. you can't blame me for working hard!"

[grcveyacd]

“ i got it — it’ll leave before anyone wakes up. no need to worry, not a single soul will see me. “ lucky for her, he was kind of a pro at sneaking around, and could easily get out of the house without getting caught. his stealth mode was the best anyone had ever seen, or at least that’s what he told himself to make him feel better. “ you think i’m cute? well, that’s good because, i was beginning to wonder. “ he teases, shifting his body around so he could get a little more comfortable. “ you aren’t gonna like, kick me onto the floor or anything, right? “ 

her eyes roll at his words, shaking her head as she nudges him with an elbow. "i don't care how you leave, just as long as you do leave. . and your hands look fine to me." daisy is only partially serious as she allows a small smile to creep onto her face. "it's a good thing you're cute."