hellooo the world is a shit show and i'm sure rp is the least of anyone's worries, but i just wanted to let my partners know that i'll be going on a 5-day trip in a few hours and going straight back to work once i come back so activity will once again be lower n slower for a while <3 also pls take care of yourselves ily
it doesn't surprise him when her expression blooms with anticipation over the simple mention of the fair . he may not know much about her yet , but it seemed like something he figured she'd find appealing . not that he wasn't equally enthusiastic about stuffing his face with funnel cake and getting competitive over silly games like whack-a-mole .
❛ well , who says it's sudden ? maybe i've always been interested but you never cared to pay attention . after all , you know what they say about assumptions . ❜ he gives a casual shrug as a display of contentment fills his features , eyes beaming with amusement . ❛ great , then it's a date . ❜ he'll never pass up an opportunity to annoy her . make her squirm and wonder if his words hold genuine meaning or he's simply doing it just to push her buttons for fun .
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saturday comes faster than anticipated . to the male , it feels like time' suddenly sped up after their previous session . yet , his interest in spending the day with marley doesn't waver . there's a part of him that's actually been looking forward to it , and he can't really explain pinpoint why . although , it could be chalked up to nothing more than the thrill of it all . the stream of dopamine that courses through his veins each time he's capable of successfully reeling her in . there's levels to this bet and thus far he’s unlocked the first one without having to put too much effort in .
❛ i noticed the way your face lit up when i mentioned the fair the other day . it was cute . . . my siblings get just as excited about it too . it's sort of a , family tradition . ❜ fingers press firmly against the tickets he's just purchased for the duo . gaze drifting away from her to admire the scene ahead . ❛ i get the feeling you've spent time thinking about what you'll do first when you get here . even if you choose not to admit it . so , it's your call . ❜
Her excitement for the day is practically tangible as she looks ahead at the bustling crowds, soaking in the high energy. After the countless hours she spent overanalyzing Jericho’s words — he’d called this a date. Was it ? No. Certainly he’d been joking… Right ? — actually being there with him now felt far less daunting. Stepping foot onto the fairgrounds had been like a portal to her youth, inspiring Marley’s more jovial persona as opposed to the highbrow she’d usually portray with him. She’s bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, eyes bright as he secures their admission tickets.
“ Thank you for bringing me here. I haven’t been to the fair since I was a kid. ” She reveals to him now, her spirits too high to even think of restricting herself to reticence. Still, his compliment isn’t lost on her ears, and she runs her fingers through her hair as a bashful smile takes her features. She decides to focus on his latter sentiments, and while it delights her to receive some personal insight, she knows better than to react too emotionally. “ That’s really sweet. I’m sure y’all have lots of fun memories here. ”
She feels entirely too predictable when he calls her out. Okay, maybe she’d been planning out imagining their itinerary since the very minute he invited her, but what else was a girl to do ? By habit, she pretends to think over her choices. Eenie… Meenie… “ Bumper cars ! ” She bursts, the grin on her face partial to his accuracy. “ It’s the first ride I ever remember going on, and it’s always been the first ever since. ” She takes the lead towards the ride, and only then does she remember that the two of them are there for leisure, without any books for her to fall back on.
As they approach the ( thankfully ) short line, she worries of any lulls in their interactions, fretting to prevent awkward silences. “ So what kinds of traditions does your family have for the fair ? ” She carefully peers over at him. Hoping to encourage openness, she offers some more background of her own. “ When my parents took me, we’d always end the night with funnel cake, extra whipped cream. I’m not sure why they thought giving me that much sugar so late into the night was a good idea, but god, I've had dreams of how good it was. ”
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roleplayer name: marie or rem
roleplayer pronouns: she/her
preferred communication: i'm a slow replier but tumblr im's are best. i never really mixed tumblr and discord, but i do have one if that's the preference (still a slow replier tho)
experience: i've technically been writing since i was 11 eep obviously it wasn't good, but writing has been the most constant thing in my life even tho i've taken many, many breaks. i think my first rp blog was in 2013 maybe?? 2012??? and i've had probably at least 10 more blogs since then lmao my most recent break from writing was 4 years but i am here yet again!!
preferred roleplay type: i don't think i have a preference?? sometimes i like long, sometimes i want short (are text/snap threads still a thing?? those were fun). i just be bouncing off my partner's energy u feel i'll match ur freak <3 but also, usually with my favorite muses (oops) sometimes i get in the zone and just be writing all their thoughts and feels. i don't really care about matching lengths, i speak from the heart
pet peeves & dealbreakers: am i about to get controversial??? idk i don't care for aesthetic writing. the most recent being dropping the use of pronouns and articles? it reminds me of writing actions with asterisks like *nods head*. not a deal breaker, just a turn off to read and reply to. and number 2, i don't particularly care for matching fc's/muses based on popular ships. it can be fun and great every once in a while, but i'd really rather pair muses based on chemistry and personality
plots or memes: i really suck at plotting pls i always end up just scouring the inspo blogs for plot lists and picking them. otherwise the only plotting i do is if i randomly come up with something?? if my partner has ideas tho i'm so down to hear them and build off it with you!! i do love memes tho bc they're like cute little in-between moments outside of our threads
best time to write: i feel like i have the most motivation to write during the day but obviously that varies. during the past few weeks, i've been writing at work during slow times and i feel like that's been doing me good lol
are you like your muse?: i think i sprinkle a little of myself into every muse!! either through personality or their bios (which i still have to put up rip) or even just traits that i wish i had. like dillon's carefree head empty approach to life or keoni's big ass heart. i'm def the most like marley tho <3 those 3 are my babies iydk
there was no way that leah was going to allow him to turn down his dream role, if she was the one person stopping him then she was going to follow him there… see if the two really do have good chemistry with one another, “ right ? like we kinda just skip to the honeymoon phase, ” she giggles happily, eyes twinkling as she imagines what their life would be like in the next coming months. arms wraps around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, “ thought that you’d never ask. ” instead of waiting for him, she closing the space between them, planting a soft kiss upon his lips.
“ I do not mind being in the honeymoon phase at all, especially in Europe ? Sheesh. What do you think — romantic weekend trips to Paris ? Italy ? ” Now that he's able to imagine life with the dream job and girl, he's over the moon. He knows there'll be a lot of long days doing shoots, but now it feels absolutely worth it to be able to then come home to her. As their lips meet, he smiles, going for a second and third peck before lingering on a final kiss. “ Holy shit, we're moving across the world together. We gotta get to packing ! ”
“ so , you don’t hold hands with all your friends ?” he playfully jokes, giving her hand a soft squeeze before letting go. it was definitely going to be a bit of a change for the two of them, just in the slightest — they won’t be alone anymore and he had to be open at the possible chance of him being the little girls father in the future . . . if that’s what she wishes. “ i know it’s not a bad change, i’m excited of this change though… i hope that she doesn’t dislike me or anything. ”
“ If you’re holding hands with your friends that are girls, we need to have another conversation. ” She sasses, raising a brow. It’s mostly a joke. Franny’s secure in their relationship despite the tribulations of his social media lifestyle, though sometimes she has her moments of doubt. “ She's very smart for a kindergartner. I think she'll like you when she realizes how much I do. ”
“ that’s exactly what i love to hear, you fixing things, husband. ” her own laughter mixes in with his, eyes glowing in happiness, enjoying the playfulness their conversation brought. “a few already in mind? well of course, i’d love to see what else you have up your sleeves, ” she admits with a grin followed with a nod. “ yes, free! i’m serious ! as my husband, i insist, ” she jokes before humming lightly. “ i make these snickerdoodle cookies that are to die for! ”
“ Hey, what kind of husband would I be if not a provider ? ” He pops his collar at his own theoretical actions, though it’s a genuine goal he has for himself in his future family, whether Daiyu was serious or not. “ Uh, actually… I mean, if you’re really up for it, I might have a really big favor to ask you. ” Theo maintains a smile in hopes of keeping the atmosphere light. “ Damn, you’re making me hungry for dessert, and we haven’t even finished the main course. ”
“ excuse you ? i’m going to remember that the next time i win my gold and they ask if i want to thank anyone you’re suddenly gonna slip my mind ! ” hand moves to smack his shoulder as laughter falls from her lips. “ listen . . . i’m blinded by the idea of possible love, ” was truly a hopeless romantic — though nothing seems to ever go her way. “ ouch , you’re being rough; i’m fragile ,” she mumbles , letting out a small breath as he eases up his grip . “ of course , i got your back too… i hope you know that. ”
“ Ahhh, come on, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal. You know I’m just joshing ! Me, Devon Brooks, the jokester. ” Of course, he’ll never miss an opportunity to be thanked, especially in a setting where he’s not even involved. Not that he wants to steal Ivorie’s spotlight — he’d never dare — he just likes to have his name mentioned. “ Hey, I think you deserve it. Best believe I’m not letting you settle until I see that that person is able to really take care of you. And isn’t butt ugly. ” He cracks a grin. “ Sorry, sorry. Just the thought of those asshats making you cry pisses me off. ” His hands are gentler now, applying enough pressure to soothe the tenseness in her shoulders. “ We got each other. That’s what makes this work, you know ? ”
“ the situation isn’t ideal for either of us , ” was difficult for her to drop the information and then just up and leave like that, only updates he got were over the phone. could see the exhaustion upon her features after every doctors appointment, yet it wasn’t something she wanted to discuss. not when all her mind could think about was how much she’d rather have him with her. eyes scanned his, inching closer, “ would it be selfish of me to ask you to stay ? ”
“ Yeah, but you’re the one actually going through it. I’m such an ass to be acting like I have it worse when you’re literally… ” He couldn’t finish the sentence. Really, it’s a reminder of how much they still have to talk about, and how him being there wasn’t going to fix everything. He wants to try though ; as much as it might hurt and as difficult as it might be, Keoni would die trying to make it work. “ You can be as selfish as you want. ” He fervently nods, hoping this means what he thinks it does. “ I came here for you. All I need to know is if that was the right decision. ”
trey place a hand upon his heart, “ oh wow, here i am willing to offer you my help and you’re over here calling me annoying ? ” shakes his head as his sucks in a breath as if she’s losing his interest — when really it only heightens it more. “ excuse me! the bar is not in hell, ” he denies shaking his head once more, giving her a reassuring smile. “ now, sounds to me that you’ve just been dating the wrong guys, imagine dating someone inconsiderate. couldn’t be me, ” tongue darts out, dampening his lips as chuckles fell. “ definitely corny as hell , but i guess that’s your charm. i don’t suspect anything less from a romance novel writer. ”
“ Two things can be true at once : I can be grateful for your help and still call you annoying. ” She states with a laugh at his dramatics. She feels like she’s easing into his personality, which unravels her tightly wound shyness with acquaintances. “ Um… I’ve only dated one person before. ” She mumbles, hoping the nonexistent breeze would carry her words far from his ears. “ So, yeah, the bar is in hell, or maybe my standards are too high, but either way it still stands that I’ve yet to find a guy that doesn’t only think about himself. ” She speaks quickly while playing with the ends of her hair. “ Well, you’re about to witness a whole lot more corny since you’re helping with my book ! Better get used to it. ”
the trauma that he holds definitely makes her see him in a new light, in a way she finally understood why he seems to be pushing back every time he gotten close. eyes falls over towards him, brows furrowing at him. " you seriously don't think that i won't trust you? if anything i think i trust you more now , " it was a relief getting to gain the knowledge of what goes on inside his head. " and i know that he enjoys you being in it , you don't know how happy he gets when you're around. " which is why it was so hard for her to cut contact with him completely -- how could she when they had a child together... despite his words, she knows that she wants him in their son's life. " if you want to make an effort i'm not going to stop you, " she states with a tiny smile . at last, a conversation where it doesn't feel like she's digging for answers, as he scoots closer -- the two of them were practically intertwined into one another. forgetting about the outside world, that they were throwing a party for their son. could feel her heartbeat faster at his question, "um -- i don't know.. i wouldn't say serious, but we've been dating for like two or three months now," noticing how he glances down at her lips, which only causes her to glance at his, slowly inching a tad closer.
He doesn’t think he deserves her trust, but he’s not about to argue against it now. They’ve reached a good place, and even though it’s his own fault that it’s taken them this long to get there, he likes the feeling he has in his chest. It’s only a matter of time until that would get ruined, so he decides to revel in it even just for a little bit. “ You know, if I ever… If anything ever gets.. bad in my head, I always call my friends, and they help me cool it. I just don’t want you to think I’m, like, fighting myself every time it’s my day with Ant. I’m… happy with him too. ” He reveals with a soft smile. It’s like he didn’t even realize it himself until he said it out loud, but it’s true, and he’s relieved to know that that’s something his dad would never say. “ You sure you won’t try to kick me out of another party ? ” He teases with a snicker. Of course there’s no promise that he’ll behave from now on, but they could at least laugh at it now. He feels good, and a little bold, so the moment he hears that she’s not serious about the other guy, he knows he’s still got a chance. Saying nothing else, he moves forward and presses his lips to hers, a light finger tilting her chin up. God, he’s missed this.
❛ sure it's set . ❜ he challenges , grin still plastered upon his features . he's already started inputting her number into his phone , fingers moving quickly before she has a chance to take it back . without hesitation , he shoots her a text message with nothing more than his first name . while opposite hand shifts to slip the paper into the front pocket of his jeans anyways .
❛ hm , that's more like it . i prefer this side of you and i want to learn more about your world that's supposedly so different from mine . ❜ sure , she's already made her boundaries clear , but he feels no qualms about crossing them . preferring to push past the lines meant to keep them apart . their barriers minimizing and overflowing with each suggestive remark that escapes from his mouth .
❛ well , the fair's in town this weekend . let's check it out . i'll buy the tickets and we can finally get to know each other outside of our sessions . i'm sure that's something we can both get behind . ❜ he barely acknowledges his direct demeanor . the way he's so insistent while making commands without inquiring first . it's what he's accustomed to . people bending to his will and jumping to meet his expectations . in his delusional mind , he's under the impression assumption that this is his way of making her dreams come ' true '⠀⸻⠀bet aside . who could resist the allure of being the focal point of someone's attention , especially when that someone was jericho ? to some degree , it affirms that her comment regarding their distinct realities wasn't so far-fetched after all .
❛ the sooner you agree , the faster we can wrap up this tutoring lesson . pick you up on saturday , around six ? ❜
Watching him thumb the number into his phone suddenly cements her decision into reality. Maybe she’s a bit dramatic. People exchange numbers all the time with no real promise of commitment. Though perhaps that’s what Marley was so apprehensive of — the likely chance that his name would become another number in the graveyard of contacts in her phone. All the potential friends and even love interests who swore they’d text her ‘ soon ’ only to end up becoming a ghost of her memory.
“ You seemed pretty sure of my weekend plans, ” Or lack thereof, “ and that pretty much sums up my world. I assume you're not in the same boat, so there lies the big difference. ” His sentiments make her realize, however, that as much as she has to learn about him, he also knows little of her. Granted, she thinks her life is nothing that he’d be writing home about. “ Why are you suddenly interested in getting to know me anyway ? ” She’s suspicious now, wondering if it was her scorn that triggered his advancements or if she’s really had her nose stuck so far into the books that she’s never noticed.
“ I didn’t know the fair was this weekend. ” She’s doe-eyed at his invitation, first surprised that he’d even be interested in such a thing, and second unabashedly excited that she’ll get to go. She spares him the tidbit of it being her first visit beyond childhood and instead pretends to mull it over as if she hadn’t immediately agreed in her mind. It is, after all, Jericho who’d be accompanying her, and she’s reminded that they’re mere acquaintances at this point. “ Well, if you’re offering to buy… Saturday at six, it is. ”