If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.
seven deadly sins: 1/7 wrath
i have the plague right now, so i’m going to call it a night, take a few benadryl’s and hope they help and hope that it’ll knock me the fuck out bc literally nothing is worse than waking up in the middle of the night when you’re starting to get sick and you just feel so fucking gross. so here’s to hoping i sleep through the night. and feel better in the morning.
anywhoo, g’night loves !! feel free to hit the ♥ for a thing or you can IM me for plotting.
GANSEY
@jerseytrcsh [ x ]
Gansey watched the other boy’s face, then his eyes dropped to where sleeves were being tugged down over pale arms marred by some kind of markings that disappeared too fast for him to catch. He was scared for him, honestly. All the drugs– his body had to be an absolute mess. But his head couldn’t be in any better shape. After all, those emotions he was trying to drown, trying to pretend didn’t exist, those were what made him do the drugs and the drinking and god only knew what else. Gansey felt sure there had to be something he could do. There had to be some way he could help him.
“Okay. Okay, you don’t have to talk about it, alright? Just- just don’t shut down on me. Please, Kavinsky? Let’s– how about we go get a cup of coffee? We can sit in silence if you want. Or we can talk about stupid stuff like classes or- whatever.”
Anything to keep him from going off and shooting up. Gansey might not know what Kavinsky was going through; hell, he might not even understand it if he did, but he could give him time. He could give him an ear to talk into or just the comforting presence of a person who cared. He had to hope that would be enough for now.
arms cross over chest, spidery fingers rubbing up & down his biceps to keep heat flowing through him, the cool air nipping at him even through layers of clothing. he was coming crashing down, going through the dt’s. he was really trying to cut back– he’s starting to regret this acquaintanceship with gansey– & it was really starting to fucking HURT. he was in so much pain all the time, he just wants it to stop. he looks up, dark eyes searching gansey’s face & he hates the compassion he sees there. like he actually CARES. it scares the shit out of him.
❛ can… can.. ❜ he stammers, can feel his chest start to constrict. he leans his head back so he can suck in air better, faster, eyes shutting. he wants to hit something. he doesn’t want to hurt gansey, which is a thought that punches him right in the gut. he wants to HIT something. he shakes a little, hunching in on himself. ❛ i need.. can i just lay down for a bit.. ?? ❜ it’s a whisper, like he’s hesitant to even ask & it’s so clear, he’s coming down, going through dt’s, & plunging off the cliff from mania to depression. the ground is rushing up to meet him,
he doesn’t want to be here for this, but it isn’t like he wants to go home. & he’s ABOVE staying in his own car. but he doesn’t want to be around his boys, the thought of their cheerful laughter & smiling faces & eager hands just makes him SICK. this is the only place he HAS.
i’m fluent in talking shit
Xix
Gansey went back to his work as he waited for Kavinsky to respond. It took some time, so he thought perhaps the other had changed his mind. Maybe he didn’t want to keep talking to him after all. Maybe Gansey was just asking too much from him, digging too deep. But then his phone chimed. He unlocked the screen and read the message with a grin on his lips.
[text: Kavinsky] Hm. I have noted that. I’ll keep it in mind.
When the next messages came in, he was frowning, though, trying to understand the idea of him not being a rich boy like everyone else. Then Kavinsky’s admissions that the rumors bothered him and that he didn’t want to go home. He sat back in his seat, tapping the toe of his shoe against the floor. Not a rich boy… that was the complete opposite of everything Blue and Adam were always telling him. He’s stupid about money, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You’re just a dumb, rich, Aglionby jerk. Okay, so Blue didn’t call him a jerk but Gansey felt like he could see it in her face often enough.
[text: Kavinsky] I think you’re the only person in the world who believes that. Aside from maybe Ronan.
[text: Kavinsky] I’m sorry about the rumors. I fear you’d get that no matter where you went, though.
[text: Kavinsky] Kids always want to know the big juicy secrets.
[text: Kavinsky] So sell your estate. Put the money toward a home somewhere that feels right. You deserve to find a place that makes you happy.[text: Kavinsky] Or just throw it all away and travel the world. See the sights. There are a lot of them out there, you know. New Jersey’s got nothing on the old one.
[ msg: любопитен ] i can be your new adventure, i know how much you like them.
his thumb hovers over an emoji for a moment before giggling, pressing it a few times before hitting send again.
[ msg: любопитен ] 😉😉😉
he sets his phone to the side, stretching across his bed to grab his back from the floor, pulling out his chemistry & government text books. he’d already had a good chunk of his chem work done, only had a few more short answers to write out, so those could wait until later. his eyes flick to his phone, waiting for it to buzz. it doesn’t. he turns his attention to the inner workings of congress, tapping his pen against the pages as he reads, skimming most of it, going back and double - checking when sentences blur together & stop making sense.
his phone goes off, hand shooting out to grab it almost immediately. he snorts, shaking his head. honestly, he doesn’t think he & ronan are the only one’s who actually see how gansey really is– they’re both so angry & hurt & confused about everything, with so many walls up to keep people from observing too deeply when they’re the one’s trying to bore into everyone’s soul. he doesn’t think they’re the only two, but he could be wrong.
[ msg: любопитен ] anyone who doesn’t believe that is fucking stupid.
& he means it– gansey was not rich boy™. not in the least. he wasn’t out spending money on booze & drugs, he wasn’t wasting his time at aglionby– he was going to be one of the few who actually do what they WANT & not what they’re grandfathered into.
[ msg: любопитен ] you’re at least not classic, rich boy stupid™, you’re an adult, not a child. it’s obvious if people would just observe.
[ msg: любопитен ] yeah, well at least in camden people are smart enough to not talk shit around me.
joey rubs a hand over his face, skimming over the last two messages from gansey. okay, maybe he was a little rich boy stupid™. though he can’t exactly hold that against gansey– he doesn’t know the situation, after all. he can’t just sell it– too much property over too much territory. it’s his fucking BIRTHRIGHT. his mood goes a little sour, but he stays perfectly fucking civil.
[ msg: любопитен ] i’d really rather not discuss this with you right now.
“You can trust me.” //from Gansey
four letter starters | accepting
@nxtsoordinary
❛ i ❜
he stalls, eyes dropping for a second before he’s looking back up, shaking his head. he pulls his sleeves down, suddenly self - conscious about the cigarette burns littering the pale, PAPER - THIN skin of his forearm. he doesn’t want to be having this conversation. he wants to get in his car & drive away, leave nothing but DUST in his wake. but he’s a mess now, he knows gansey wouldn’t let him try to get into his car again.
god, where’d this CARING BOY even come from ??
he had found his mother passed out in her attached bathroom when he had stopped home to check up on everything earlier. he’d had to carry her to bed, & he had sat by her to keep her on her side so she didn’t throw up & choke to death in her sleep, rubbed her back & wiped her face with a warm washcloth. as soon as she had woken up, she’d been all sharp words & biting comments, wrapped in that condescending, mock - caring tone of hers. he used to think her a GODDESS & now all he could see was a bitter, angry woman who hated him as much as his father did. he had no where else to go.
his walls were coming back up, mind back peddling a mile a minute, reminding him: don’t let a soul see you afraid, not a soul..
❛ i don’t wanna fucking TALK ABOUT IT– ❜
❤ ∀ Á ⚔
hang on a sex | accepting
@nxtsoordinary
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
right behind the ear– if you kiss him there, he’ll fucking melt. the back of the neck. if you pet his sides just right, he’s practically urs.
∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?
if he’s topping, he prefers doggy style– he likes being able to tug on his partners hair & being able to hold onto their hips is great leverage tbh– & reverse cowgirl. if he’s bottoming, he prefers to start out riding his partner & then if they decide to get handsy, he’s all for being man handled– he likes knowing he started being the one controlling it. for safety purposes.
Á : Is your muse loud in bed?
oh yes. he can be quite loud, honestly, but only with certain people. also, you know he’s enjoying himself when he stops speaking english & starts talking bulgarian. best believe that this boy has gotten noise complaints because of how loud he was screaming.
⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?
dirty talk ( like real dirty guy, bonus points if u pick up bulgarian & talk dirty in bulgarian to him bc then he just kind of stops working ). hair pulling. bondage. biting / marking. verbal humiliation ( name calling, picking at, degrading, etc ). choking. spanking. the list goes on & on, but those are the main ones that get him going / he enjoys.
Four Word . Prompts
- “Please, come with me.”
- “You’re always number one.”
- “I can’t do this.”
- “I won’t let you.”
- “Maybe I’m just crazy.”
- “I’m not even sorry.”
- “Honestly, just stop it.”
- “I believe in you.”
- “Don’t be an ass.”
- “Who were you with?”
- “Please talk to me.”
- “I can’t trust you.”
- “I need you, though.”
- “Don’t be fucking rude.”
- “Is that my shirt?”
- “So, it was you.”
- “I need to go.”
- “Just stay with me.”
- “You can trust me.”
- “Alright, I love you.”
- “I’m sorry, but no.”
- “Will you help me?”
- “You’re a terrible cook.”
- “Can you shut up!?”
- “You love me, right?”
- “I really need you.”
- “I don’t love you.”
- “I’m not doing this.”
- “I really need you.”
- “You don’t want me.”
- “Let me help you.”
- “You’re such a bitch.”
- “I can’t do this.”
- “You think you’re funny?”
- “Hey, I said stop!”
- “Will you marry me?”
- “Wanna go out sometime?”
- “I don’t want this.”
- “You always this quiet?”
- “Are you fucking insane!?”
- “I don’t want you.”
- “I’m not wearing that.”
- “Sorry, were you sleeping?”
- “This was never right.”
- “You look really tired.”
- “I’m out of here.”
- “You need to go.”
