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Serious question does no one rp here anymore?

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I clearly love power dynamic gap and age gap ships full of angst, smut and true romance and yearning and if you do too consider checking out this dad's best friend plot or this studentxteacher plotting call!
Another plotting call!
Also DYING to do dad's best friend plot. I can be either roles but im thinking the girl has been crushing on/in love with dbf for her whole life and maybe now that she's moving away for college soon she hits on him. Maybe a few angsty resistant scenes, some smut then slow burn romance. Maybe he's been lonely since his divorce and the attention is nice? Idk drop a like and ill come to you!
Suddenly dying to do student x teacher plot (could be hs senior or college age) Mix of slow burn, romance and smut? Maybe angst? Ill play either role! Like this and ill message you!
I'm on semi-hiatus until my life gets less crazy but I kind of want to do a tsitp type plot, two brothers, one girl, summer beach house they've shared forever. I'd play both brothers, and I'd use any fc you want. Replies may be slow but interested Just hop into my dms.

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Going through a tough week right now, my son is in a new stage of fussiness and boredom so I haven't had time or energy to write :( I'll be back eventually, and if you lost muse for current threads let me know and we can do something new if you want!
Anyway, I'll see ya when I can
"you don't post your dead dove fics on anon?" no, all of my dead dove, dirty, disgusting gay smut are posted on my main. I have no shame. normalize a girl being a pervert and a sex-crazed freak
"Absolutely. Yeah, I do this with all the tenants." He laughed at his own mental image of smoking a joint with the crabby lady from the third floor. If only the job was that fun. "Actually, they very frequently tell us -- all the workers here in the building -- not to get too familiar with the tenants. Apparently you rich people don't like it when the help is friendly." He's smiling, lighthearted; it used to upset him, the strict barriers between us and them. Now, it was just the way of life.
He made good money as a bartender, there was no denying that. Good looking enough to make girls feel special when he gave his attention to them, not so good looking that the boyfriends wanted to fight. And while he is distracted for a moment by her coughing fit, wishing he had brought some of his stashed water bottles out, he still manages to make note of her calling him charming. "Wow, El. You're acting like you've never smoked before. You good?" It felt good, being out there with her. Relaxing, and not just because of the weed. It was just the first time he could actually talk to her and not worry about the cameras overhead -- even if he was still nervous, trying to keep a good impression. "Hey, I don't care -- I'm happy to listen to any and all complaints you have. I mean, empty is empty. Don't get me wrong," He paused to take a quick puff, eyebrows furrowed in focus, "if I suddenly had half of what you do, almost all my problems would be solved. Almost. Money can't do it all." He was being a bit too kind, of course. Anyone else and he would be rolling his eyes. "As much as I would love to open doors for the rest of my life I've been trying to be a photographer for.. basically my entire teenage years up to now. More of a passionate hobby, I guess, but I can dream that one day it'll pay the bills."
Eloise's features rearranged into a deep frown at his answer, looking down at the toes of her heels, embarrassed for her part in the overall problem. She tried not to be, but she was, she wasn't going to pretend to be blind to that. "I'm sorry. And for the record, I have never seen you as the help." Or anyone else for that matter. Hell, even the other door man she hated, she hated him because he always had an attitude, not because she thought she was above him. But, unfortunately, she still knew exactly what he meant. She knew a lot of people like that.
Sticking her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, she whined, "Don't make fun," she dropped her pout and chuckled, "I am a baby when it comes to smoking, I know. No matter how much I do it, I just have a sensitive throat." It was easier for her to take smaller hits, but she usually pushed herself. "And for the record that was cute coughing. Sometimes, I choke out to the point of snot and tears," she confessed, finding it easy to speak freely to him. She did grow serious in reaction to his coddling. "Don't do that," she warned, "don't kiss my ass just because I'm me. I was being stupid, and I apologize. I live without real purpose, but so do a lot of peopl, and they don't have near what I do to cope with it, so...." She trailed off, meeting his eyes so he would know she was serious. She didn't want to be one of those people who never grows because they get away with everything.
El became visibly excited again as she watched him talk about his passion. She loved watching someone talk about something they had real love and ambition for. It made her somewhat envious. "Well, I can get you in contact with some people. I've worked with a lot of photographers." She reached over, plucking the joint from between his fingers, smiling coyly as she moved to hit it. Quietly, she thought of what else she could do for him if he'd let her. Blowing out the smoke, she said, "You could also shoot me sometime. I'd post it with credit. It'd get you a lot of attention." The thought of him and her alone with a camera made her heart race, and she wasn't even thinking dirty.
Her lip tips up a bit at having her backpack complimented, adjusting it so it's more secure on her shoulder. If there's anything Lace is particularly proud of it's her bad, a kaleidoscope of pins that all equal out to who she is. Gray says that it's like if you took her whole personality and then threw up all over it. Most people look at it funny, too many pins, charms, ghosts.
But she likes them, they make her happy and there's not a whole lot of that going around. "Thanks, it's got ghosts on it." Like that wasn't already extremely obvious by the explosion of paraphernalia all over the dark cloth. Ghosts are her thing, that's why she likes the movies she likes, even her favorite band has a ghostly theme.
Lace still hasn't entirely figured out why a guy like him is talking to her. Maybe he's just bored, maybe he's gearing up for some big joke. Could be anything. Or maybe he's just one of those guys that says something nice and follows it up with some kind of nasty comment about her ass. "I'm uh just going home ... might make spaghetti."
Jared narrowed his eyes, squinting at her when she stated the obvious. "Yeah, I can see that," He responded with a rueful shake of his head. There was a part of him that was endeared by her simple ways. Another, the bigger part, at least for now, saw someone that would be easy to take advantage of. He didn't want anything other than a meal and a shower, maybe a place to crash. It wasn't like he was gonna rob her or anything. So he figured it was still kinder than most treated her.
Plus, she was apparently a fan of his. Not that he could picture this little, reserved girl listening to the heavy metal his band played. Maybe she had a brother who gave her the pin or something. That seemed more likely.
Leaning forward with an overly wide smile, looking a little predatory, something akin to a big bad wolf as he said, "Well, what a coincidence, I love spagehtti." He basically invited himself over, but what was she going to do, say no? Jared had already deduced no wasn't in this girl's vocabulary. It'd make him sad if it wasn't to his benefit. "Listen, I was supposed to be staying with a friend for a few days, and I can't get ahold of him, so I was hopin' maybe I could wait at your place. Maybe take a shower." He made a show of sniffing himself, screwing up his face. "Yeah, that ain't pretty." He clapped a hand onto her shoulder, keeping it there. "So, whaddya say?" When it occured to him that he had yet to even introduce himself to her, he added, "I'm Jared, by the way."
While waiting for her response he's managed to crawl out of bed wandering into the hotel bathroom to make himself presentable. Colt tosses himself in and out of a cold fast shower before he checks his phone for messages, lips pulling up when he sees that he's gotten a response.
Good to know he can still manage alright even when he's drunk in the back of a cab. He's certain regardless that he'll be a hell of a lot more charming today than he would have been last night. He'll need to make sure his hat is dust free and his boots polished, he's got a little time.
[TEXT] What counts as horrible?
[TEXT] Like the worst thing I could do?
[TEXT] What's the best thing to do? š
Cassie tried to give more of her attention to her work than her phone, not wanting to fall behind. It was a while before she ended up replying, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her face.
[TEXT] Nothing too morally debasing, otherwise I'm pretty flexible
[TEXT] What and make tonight easy for you?
[TEXT] You sure seemed confident you could make my night worthwhile last night
Her eyes stayed glued to the clock, watching the minutes pass as she waited for it to hit three. Usually she wasn't the type to run out right as the hour struck but today she had all her stuff packed up and ready to go so when the hour turned she was striding down the halls toward the elevator, her phone back in her hands.

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Baby is napping and I bet he'll wake up right when i start getting replies lol
People don't tend to talk to her for this long, or ask her so many questions. Lace shifts from foot to foot, shoulders curved in, pulling her bag back up her shoulder. It's a black durlap thing, covered in an excessive amount of pins. Most of them depicted ghosts in some way, some were bands, and then there was the little plastic ghost key chain off the handle.
At his joke -- that was a joke right? -- her eyebrows shoot up in surprise before she shakes her head, little red flyaway strands getting caught around her face. "I uh yeah I was waiting for the bus. And sure they come back but they usually go pretty easy on me ... mostly."
At this point Lace is just accepting assholes as a consistent part of her life. She got started nice and young with her shit dad and now she's made her peace with the fact that there must be something about her face that's just asking to be insulted. A silence follows, and she has the sudden urge to fill it, "I like your hair."
As their conversation continued, and his interest in her increased, he started to take more notice of her appearance. She clearly had some freaky attachments to ghosts. Hyperfixation or whatever they were calling weirdo obsessions these days. She wasn't ugly, though, he didn't think. She just wasn't put together like the girls. Jared didn't tend to like that type anyway.
Both of his eyebrows shot up in surprise at her compliment. He wasn't sure how to take it. He didn't receive many compliments, at least not when his mask was off and he wasn't performing. "You are a fucking werirdo, aren't you?" Not the typical response to a compliment, but a genuine reaction nonetheless. He subconciously touched his mop of hair.
In an unusal attempt to return her kindness, out of compassion or selfish interest in leeching off her, who could tell, his eyes roamed over her. "I like your.." He hesitated, "Your...backpack." Examining it closer, his eyes widened slightly when he spotted one of her pins. 'Die Monstro'. Not only a familiar name, but a familiar pin. He and his bandmates had pressed those pins to sell themselves. He concealed his reaction, not wanting to draw attention. It was an anon band for a reason, after all. "So, uh," he scratched his chin, "What do you got going on this afternoon?"
She couldn't help but smile as he said yes. Was there even a chance he was going to say no to her? Her body always knew how to move with his, so easily being pulled to straddle his lap. Hands moving over his short hair down his chest, their mouths moving together so perfectly in a way she only knew happened with him. "I miss you." She replied back. It was moments like these where she just wanted to say fuck the break and they get back together. Pulling away from the kiss, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head.
Levi had forgotten how good it felt to be touched by her, not by someone who barely knew his body. Liv's mouth tasted so good, their tongues playfully moving against each other like they had hundreds of times before. The look on his face when she broke their kiss to take off her own shirt was a hungry one. His eyes roamed her torso, apperciating every inch. "No one compares to you," he breathlessly noted, shaking his head slightly, disbelieving. He grabbed the neck of his shirt and yanked it over his head to give her the same access to his skin that she'd given him. His hands ran up and down her back, savoring the feel of her soft skin.
Maxynn was mid-reach for a bag of red Solo cups when she heard that voiceālow, warm, with that honeyed southern drawl she hadnāt heard in very long time. It hit her like a bolt out of nowhere, time folding in on itself right there between the snack aisle and the discount bin of mismatched birthday balloons. She froze. And then came the armsāfamiliar, strong, and unmistakably Jesse. The scent of whatever cologne he still wore like a second skin hit her as he wrapped her up in that bear hug she remembered all too well. For a second, she didnāt move, didnāt breatheājust let herself be held by him.
Slowly, a grin broke across her face.
āJesse,ā she said, turning in his arms and looking up at him with a laugh bubbling in her throat. āYou scared the hell outta me, you idiot.ā She gave him a playful shove to the chest, but her smile never faded. Her heart was still racing, caught somewhere between nostalgia and holy hell, he got hotter. āI didnāt tell you ācause I wanted to see that dumb look on your face,ā she teased, flicking his cap gently. āMission accomplished.ā She stepped back and held her hands out, gesturing to her overflowing basketāstreamers, sparkling lemonade, confetti cake mix, and way too many glow sticks. āIām back for my 21st tomorrow. Thought Iād throw myself a proper disaster of a party. You in?ā
"Well, what'd it look like," he pointed to his face, an exageratedly goofy look of shock on his features, "Did it live up to expectations? Cause you sure shocked the hell out of me, darlin'."Jesse drank in her features like he was dying of thirst, still not sure he could believe it was really Max. She was really here. He was more surprised, however, that they instantly fell back into their comfortable, relaxed nature despite their spotty communication over the last couple of years.
A blush spread across his cheeks when she flicked his hat. It seemed it was just as easy for her to get under his skin as it used to be. "What? You mean you haven't given up on big city life and decided to move back for some down to earth, humble living?" Jesse joked, but deep down, he was a little disappointed that she was only visiting. "Ah, that's right, that's right around the corner. Hell yeah, I'm in!" His naturally happy demenor turned slightly bashful, scratching the back of his neck. "So... how long exactly are'ya in town?" He'd like to do something special for her, something for the two of them for such a special occasion.
He wondered offhand how she learned to do that -- how she could bat her eyelashes and get him to melt. She could ask him for anything and give him those eyes and he would stretch himself to the limit to get it for her. It seemed like too much power for one person to have. "Maybe it's time for me to give up my doorman hat and become what I was really meant to be: the garbageman." If Eloise was any other woman, he might've read into the lingering hand. Sebastian was, after all, above average in looks and had a kind, 'not a serial killer' disposition -- he didn't typically have problems attracting women. But, Eloise was not any other woman. She was magnetic and charming and way, way out of his league.
He cupped his hand around the lighter to keep the wind from blowing it out as he lit the joint, letting his gaze linger on her lips for a moment longer than necessary. "One sec," He tucked the joint into the corner of his mouth, holding it gently as he shrugged out of his sports coat -- fortunately, the company uniform required him to wear one embroidered with the complex's name. "Here, don't want you to freeze," he gave her an apologetic look for not thinking it through before they stepped outside, putting the jacket around her shoulders so she couldn't protest. Once he could refocus (he was never great at multitasking), he took a short hit and passed the joint back. "Mm, just lucked into it I guess. I used to be a bartender so I'm used to the overnights, I got sick of that scene though. Too much... noise. So I applied here on a whim and..." he gestured as if to say and here I am. "What do you do to pass the time? I only know the nighttime party habits, what's your daytime alter ego like?"
Eloise made a face of surprise when he took off his jacket and laid it around her shoulders. She wasn't used to being around someone so chivlrous. The rich, stuck-up assholes she was usually with wouldn't have even noticed she was cold. "Ever the gentleman," she muttered in a complimentary tone, her warm brown eyes tracking him as he manuvered around her. "Tell me, are you only so sweet to me because I'm a tenant and it's kind of your job to cater to me?" She arched her eyebrow, genuinely curious in his answer. She leaned against the brick wall next to him, though instead of her back being pressed to the bricks, she turned her body toward him, leaning her arm on the cold brick. The cold began to seep through the sports coat she'd been so generous lent, but she didn't care.
Seb's answer genuinely interested her, and she listened to him speak while she took another hit and held it in. Her words were breathless sounding as she spoke around the smoke still sitting in her lungs, "I bet you were real good at that. Charming bastard." El released the smoke, small choked coughs accomanying the cloud. "Probably made some good tips," she finished when she caught her breath. She waved away her question, hating answering such inquiries because she was embarrassed. "Oh God, I'm..." She thought of the best way to describe what she did without being too self-depricating. "I'm seriously one of those annoying trustfund babies that everyone hates. I take pictures for instgram for a living. Make way too money to make a sponsered post, shit like that. You'd think it was a dream, but it's pretty empty living." She shrugged her shoulders and took one more small puff off the joint before passing it back. "I'm not gonna complain to you, I know how stupidly privileged I sound." She laughed dryly. "I don't have much ambition, considering I don't need to strive for much more. But what about you? You a dreamer? Or are you going to be content working here for us ungrateful assholes?" She smiled wryly up at him.

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Lace would like to think at this point she's used to the constant barrage of shit she's subjected to, she would like to think it has gotten easier to handle over the years. Being the weird kid, the kid that was never all that clean when she was little and now the girl with odd hobbies and no friends.
She thought college would be the turning point, she's cleaner now, and pays the water bill. Well she did, but on account of just being fired yesterday that might become her brother's job for a little bit. But people still look at her funny. She glances around the pavement looking for anything else that fell out of her bag, reaching forward for a little knitted white ghost that she shoves in her bag, looking up at the stranger.
She doesn't know who he is, what he wants. He's helping her and insulting her at the same time. "Uh ... no point in resisting I guess." She takes the pen he's holding out to her, pushing it into her bag. "They leave me alone faster if I just kinda take it."
Jared watched her scramble, noting her nervous, timid energy. She looked ill at ease just talking to him, but, then again, he'd been told a time or two that he could be very...intimidating. He snorted at her answer, pairing it with an incredulous shake of his head. "Where'd you learn that dumb shit?" He raised an eyebrow.
Who was supposed to be looking after this girl? With a semi annoyed huff, Jared tucked his book under his arm and reached down to offer his hand to her so he could help her to her feet. "They might leave you alone faster, but they keep coming back." The hard look on his face softened a bit, turning almost playful. "That's why I shoot the motherfuckers that mess with me right in the head."
He was joking but didn't make it obvious by laughing. Reaadjusting his backpack, he stuffed his book into it. "Well," he started, "where are you headed to? Were you going to wait for the bus too?" He asked her, sure she didn't have a car, or maybe a license. He also didn't have anything to do, and maybe not anywhere to even go, so he was looking for someone to leech onto for a meal and maybe a place to sleep.
If there was any doubt in Seb's mind about agreeing to skirt the rules and ditch the desk for a minute, they completely vanished at her reaction. God that was the cutest shit in the world. It was amazing to him how quickly she could shift from alluring and mysterious to adorable and whimsical. "Careful there. With you in my corner, I might get a big head. Maybe think there's even more rules that I could break." He teased, checking his pockets to ensure he had a lighter and his set of keys. Her arm through his brought a warm flush to his cheeks, a bashful grin on his lips. "Yes miss, right this way." He guided her through the employees only door and through the cement tunnel; just two turns and one more set of doors and they were in the alley right behind the complex, mostly shielded away from the view of passersby by hulking dumpsters. Luckily the garbage trucks had been through already, so the smell wasn't quite as bad as it could've been. "Welcome to the glamorous and swanky employee smoke section. Don't go telling just anyone about this, I don't want it getting too crowded; it is the place to be, after all." Sebastian said in a playful tone, leaning against the brick wall. "Ladies first," he offered the joint and a lighter to her, ever the gentleman.
Eloise was in her element. She loved playful, flirtaious banter. "With me in your corner, you can break any rule you want to," she responded in a teasing tone of her own, looking up at him with her large brown doe eyes, batting her lashes. When they stepped out into the chilly night air, El wrapped her arms around herself, as she was only wearing her silky, form-fitting black dress that didn't offer much warmth. Fashion before comfortability, always. She laughed at his comment, "Oh no way, this is totally our spot now. Every time I smell garbage, I'll totally think of you." Honestly, it wasn't bad, and it was private. She was smiling playfully at him, reaching to take the joint, but leaving the lighter. She let her hand linger against his bigger one for just a moment longer than necessary, setting the filtered end between her two glossed lips. The joint wavered in her mouth as she spoke, "Be a doll and light it for me?" She leaned in close, rasing a hand and waggling her fingers, "The acrylics are a bitch." She looked up at him through her lashes, a flirty smile on her face. When she was able, she took a deep drag, inhailing the familiar earthy tasting smoke. Blowing a cloud upward into the air, she passed the joint back. "So, tell me how'd you end up working here?"