rough hands

[eastonstallard]

... EASTON STALLARD  

                                 an introduction,

Is that JACOB ELORDI on campus? Oh no, that’s EASTON STALLARD. From CALIFORNIA, the TWENTY ONE year old has come to study BUSINESS. Rumor has it he is AMBITIOUS and DEDICATED, but HARSH and MANIPULATIVE, which is why he is known as THE CATALYST. He resides in ALPHA GAMMA SIGMA and can’t wait to graduate.

FULL NAME: easton james stallard AGE: 21 STAR SIGN: libra PRONOUNS: he/him BIRTHPLACE:   santa monica, california ORIENTATION: bisexual ALLERGIES: cashews HEIGHT: 6′5 FAMILY: mother - victoria stallard, father - james stallard TATTOOS: n/a PIERCINGS: ears PETS: n/a CHARACTER INSPO: nate archibald (gossip girl), summer roberts (the oc), landon (a walk to remember), tony stonem (skins), tba

a biography,

                trigger warnings: homophobia

(ages 0-14) easton stallard was born into wealth, his mother was a model well known in the community, and his father, a man with more investments than easton had time to remember. he never wanted for anything, except maybe an opportunity to make his own decisions. his mother never wanted more than one child, she valued her body too highly for that. easton was her first, and her last. being an only child meant that his parents views were forced heavily upon him, every plan in his life was already drawn out. he was introduced to sports early, making sure that their boy would grow up fit and popular. he was the typical jock, the kid every kid wanted to befriend -- because he had the biggest pool.

(ages 14-21) scandal came in the form of a half sibling, a run away turning up on the doorstep of their home, claiming that james stallard was his father. easton never even got to know the boys name, he was paid off and cast out abruptly before the news could leak and his parents reputation could be tarnished. his mother pretended it never happened, she forbade them from ever mentioning it again, so easton kept the memory somewhere in the back of his mind, always curious but not brave enough to open that pandora’ss box. it was also during these years that easton began to realise he was interested in men. he still liked girls, all girls, any girls -- but it just wasn’t enough, he wanted to try everyone. when his parents found out, he was given strict rules to follow: fuck around with whoever you want, but don’t you dare bring home a boyfriend. easton figured this was easy enough, considering he still wanted women in his bed, and so he keeps men at arms length, refusing to let emotions come into play. (still gotta add to this but this is a general backstory)

[eastonstallard]

Bryn was deep into her book researching for her project, flipping through but at this point her brain was not really retaining anything. She was doing good so it was the point in the week that she was loosing motivation. She turned to the one voice in the library and grinned with a small laugh “I suppose I may have one you can borrow” she teased “Though what is in it for me?” she joked. 

Her question catches him off guard, just enough to arouse a smile. “You know there could be a lot on offer for you - you’d be doing me a huge favour. I’d hate to lose my spot here studying with you just to go back out there and grab a pen.” Easton lets his teeth sink into his lower lip in attempt to supress his grin, eyes locking with the woman he can only assume is flirting with him right now. “How about I get you a drink after we’re done here?”

[eastonstallard]

being part of the cheer squad while also being a dance major meant that joey spent a lot of time at the gym. and while he was mainly focused on working out, he couldn’t help but to notice that easton hadn’t come and talked to him. had he been that bad in bed or hadn’t he seen him? either way, he was focused on his working out when he saw the other approach him and once he finally talked to him, joey smiled as he stopped his exercice and looked up at easton. “oh, hey… i thought that was you, but i thought you hadn’t seen me. and i didn’t want to bother you.” he said with a nod, smiling at the other. “how have you been?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the other.

“i didn’t mean to interrupt your set.” easton responds, watching as joey puts his equipment down so that they could talk. he’s not sure why, but he feels ashamed for having left the guy out in the cold for so long. it’s difficult for him when it comes to the guys he’s attracted to, because he knows there’s no chance of him ever being allowed to get as attached as he might want to. it’s easier for the both of them if he stays his distance, but there’s no denying that joey looks particularly good working out today. “busy.” he’s not a man of many words, though he does want to spend a little more time with the lad. “you want me to spot you?” he asks, forgetting to even ask how joey himself had been. 

[eastonstallard]

riley wasn’t much of a coffee drinker. the taste bothered her and the smell made her stomach turn. if it were up to her, she would live off energy drinks if she could. but this was a rare exception; she was running late for class, and the small local coffee shop had been on the way. she had been attempting to walk and text at the same time, eyes glued to her phone screen as her thumbs tapped away. it wasn’t until she practically got knocked in the head that she realized her attempt to multitask had ultimately failed. “shit.” she cursed, her hand immediately coming up to rub her forehead. riley looked up at the taller male, eyes squinting from the sunlight. “dude, what the hell is that elbow made out of? holy shit.” she rubbed her forehead stressfully for a few more moments before dropping it. “it’s all good, i should’ve been paying attention. are you okay?”

why was she asking if he was okay? he was the one who tried to knock her out with his elbow. he gives her a wry smile before he’s shaking his head to answer her. “i’m good, i don’t bruise easily -- but you got a bit of a red spot on your forehead now.” easton makes a face, his eyes locked on the place where he had ultimately just assaulted her by accident. “i hope that shit doesn’t bruise.” sometimes he forgets his own height, it can make for a lot of awkward interactions when you’re not so sure of your surroundings. “let me get you a drink.”

[eastonstallard]

closed starter for: @itsrileyanne​ where: coffee shop

things had been a little slow lately, he’s busied himself with studying to try and salvage his grades before his parents caught wind of how far behind he’s let himself slip. the stress appears to be taking manifesting itself into the form of knots all across his shoulders. he can feel it now the coffee has finally awoken him, and so he reaches up to rub the back of his neck when he accidentally smacks a young woman across the head with his elbow. “fuck i didn’t see you there -- sorry.”

[eastonstallard]

closed starter for: @summercisneros where: frat party

“don’t use that one -” easton warns, reaching out to place a hand against the bathroom door summer was approaching. “someone’s fucking in there. i made the mistake of walking in earlier, they’re still going at it. i have an en suite if you wanna use that. probably a lot cleaner, too. the communal bathroom here is fucking disgusting.” he doesn’t know summer all too well, but they’ve crossed paths here and there, he trusts her enough to not go snooping around his things.

[eastonstallard]

closed starter for: @brynn-martin​ where: the library

his grades were reaching a critical point, and the last thing he needed was his parents catching wind of the fact that he was distracted in school. his parents never bothered with him much, not unless it came to him disappointing them - sometimes he acted out in attempt to just get their attention. it was better than nothing in his eyes. it was pretty crowded this evening, but trying to balance studying with his social life and sports? it would have to make do for now. “crap -” he sighs, realising he’s forgotten to pack a pencil and begins to look around the table for anyone who looks even remotely helpful. “hey brynn -- you got a pencil you could lend me?”

[eastonstallard]

closed starter for: @itsjoeywilson​

where: gym

it’s been a while since the two of them had hooked up, and as usual, easton had taken to pretending he doesn’t know joey exists. it’s not the most original, but it’s better than easton allowing himself to get all too close to someone he may or may not have a crush on. when he realises the two of them are alone near the dunbells, easton bites down upon his bottom lip and shifts a glance towards the other. “hey...” he almost grumbles under his breath.

[eastonstallard]

he watched easton’s movement with curious brown hues, blush deepening at the reaction to his music. easton was unreadable…was it a good reaction? a bad one? slight disgust at his random swedish pop? easton seemed hard to read. but then again mikey had a hard time reading most people. “oh.” blinking a couple of times, obviously taken aback and a bit surprised, “didn’t expect that.” he nodded his head, “ bit cool. um, yeah. just finished class. how about you?” but he assumed so since that was the direction easton was heading in originally, “you like it here?” he clutched onto his backpack, brows furrowing ever so slightly. stupid question. small talk was hard. maybe easier after a few drinks. but also easton intimidated him a bit which he hated to admit.

easton was a pretty terrible judge of character, he couldn’t read people, he also never really tried to. he lived in his own little bubble, and he kind of tended to assume that most people were attracted to him, or interested in getting to know him at the very least. his confidence was clear in the way he carried himself, tall and never trying to make himself smaller to fit in, he liked the intimidation factor it gave him. “it was my first choice. my dad went here, i followed in his footsteps.” it was his father who encouraged him to join the frat, to make the same memories he once had years ago.

[eastonstallard]

Cambrie nodded and sighed knowing she shouldnt be rude to a man who just saved her a lot of hassle and worry. “My apologies, my name is Cambrie and yours?” She asked looking up at him with a raised brow and half a smile “That would not be very ideal, plus I am not sure I would even be able to do it without hurting myself” she half laughed moving her bag farther up on her shoulder, she knew she probably seemed like she was in a hurry to be honest she always felt like she was “No I am good, just always something to do. Though I do think I forgot to turn in a paper last night “ She scrunched her nose and shrugged

“Yeah you might end up with a bloodied hand if you start trying that one.” It wasn’t a wise decision overall to try and break in, even if the place was technically yours and you paid to live there. “Probably would have been a lot easier just to call up for help.” Easton says before pursing his lips in some sort of ‘half smile’. “You always do look pretty busy -- I’m Easton.” They’d crossed paths at parties but nothing really put them in each others paths, their friends didn’t exactly run in the same circles. Easton tended to stick to the frat if he was completely honest, he didn’t reach out to new people very often, he just let them come to him. “Doesn’t sound like important of a paper if you forgot it.”

[eastonstallard]

he   hadn’t   even   noticed   that   the   music   had   become   uneven,   precisely   why   he   shouldn’t   own   airpods,   seeing   as   he   was   always   losing   them.   a   faint   blush   paints   his   cheeks   as   he   looked   up   at   his   frat   brother.   this   was   definitely   the   first   time   easton   had   ever   paid   any   attention  to   him.   “thanks,   bro.   good   eye.”   mikey   said   with   a   chuckle,   running   a   hand   through   curls   that   never   seemed   to   fall   into   place   properly,   “these   fuckers   are   easy   to   lose.   um.   your   easton   right?   i’m   mikey.   we’re   brothers.   well   i   mean   not   like…literally.   obviously.   but   fraternity   wise   or   whatever.”

out of curiosity, easton brings the airpod to his ear to listen to whatever it was this guy was listening to. he doesn’t recognise the music, and so a frown crosses his lips before he’s handing the airpod back to his frat brother. he recognises him, sure, he was there when he rushed but it’s clear that this kid is a little bit on the awkward side. it’s cute, none the less. “i know who you are.” he says with a smile, hoping to cut some of the tension out between them. “you walking back to the house?”

[eastonstallard]

“it’s always nice to see you, pretty boy.” asher flashed him a smile as he approached the other male. he remembered him vaguely from the night in the corner shop, where the two spoke for what seemed to be hours before calling it a night. easton was good company to have around, but asher’s motives were always anything but innocent. he simply nodded at the other before extending his hand, accepting the beer with no questions. cracking it open, he immediately brought the aluminum ring up to his lips and took a sip. he looked over at the other male expectantly. “what? you’re not enjoying listening to everyone sing sweet caroline terribly?” he teased, a soft laugh leaving his lips. truthfully, asher was always up for a spontaneous adventure…which is why he didn’t have to think twice about it. “let’s go. first rounds on me.”

“if i wanted to watch a bunch of has-beens sing sweet caroline i’d spend thanksgiving with my family instead of running away with my friends to drink beers and eat turkey with my hands.” easton grins, more than happy to get out of this place with that racket going on. it wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying himself, he just knew there could be things a lot more fun that he could be doing right now. sometimes you didn’t need a crowd of people, just one really interesting person. “i hope that first round includes shots.” it took a lot for easton to get drunk, so tonight he was planning on going harder than usual. 

[eastonstallard]

Nolan had just spent the last hour and a half recording some videos for his cinematography class, trying to work on some camera work. At this moment, because of said work his camera was the most important thing in his life. Nolan’s head shot up when he heard a faint voice coming from behind him, mentioning that he’d dropped something. He turned his body, pulling a headphone out and his eyes landed on the man in front of him holding the valuable possession in his hands. “Oh shit.” He cursed, taking his camera back, beginning to inspect it. “You just literally saved my whole day, because I swear if I had lost this my life would’ve been over..” He sighed, almost about to hug the individual for notifying him about his camera. “Thank you so much man, I owe you, seriously.” 

“No big.” Easton says with a shrug of his shoulder, not yet understanding the importance of the camera but it sure looked pretty expensive. “You take photos?” Asks the other, curious to know why he was so dramatic when it was given back to him -- but Easton came from money, so things like that didn’t really have an impact on him. He could drop his phone right now and have a brand new replacement in 30 minutes. One time, he crashed his car 17 days after his 16th birthday and the next week his dad had got him a brand new one. It was those kind of struggles that people like Easton clearly didn’t have a grasp on.

[eastonstallard]

joey watched the other carefully, waiting for his next move, whatever it was going to be. next thing he knew, he saw the other heading in his direction and his first instinct was to place his hands on the back of his neck, as he pulled the other into the kiss, moving forward so he could deepen it, now sitting on the edge of the counter. he hadn’t expected the other to do this, especially considering that there were a few other people in the next room, but that wasn’t his concern right now. he let his hands slide down to the other’s shoulders and once he pulled away, joey took a breath as he watched him carefully. “maybe you should take me to your room… at least we’ll have some privacy in there, right?” he asked, as he felt the other’s hands on his ass, as he started kissing his way down easton’s jaw until he reached his neck, leaning even more forward now until their bodies were almost together.

The way Joey reacted to him, the more Easton found himself wanting the male. He was small, easy to lift, to carry around wherever he desired. His large hands fit so perfectly around the round of his ass, thumbs caressing the curve of it delicately, pulling him in closer even as he continued to push himself to the edge of the counter. “Sounds like....a perfect idea.” The taller man murmurs sweetly into his open mouth, allowing his tongue to graze his bottom lip once more before he’s shifting their weight, lifting Joey so to wrap his legs around his waist and pull him up to carry him up the stairs. Maybe one or two of his frat brothers noticed, but even if they did, they wouldn’t say anything, probably just crucify him about it later, bother him with 101 questions about what he had gotten up to with the cheerleader. Smirking against his lips, Easton continues to kiss the male as he carries him up the stairs towards his bedroom, kicking the door open lightly with his foot.

[eastonstallard]

Cambrie was on her way home from working, she was tired and ready to just go home and plop on the couch, she didnt notice dropping her keys when she heard someone yelling. She turned with a confused look, they couldnt be talking to her right? She looked down seeing her key chain and huffed shaking her head “Oh why thank you Mr.- uh sweaty. “ She said her eyes scanning over him noticing he looked like he had been working hard, which she could appreciate “Really, I would have had to break a window or something to get into my dorm” she said holding out her hand for her keys.

“Mr. Sweaty?” Easton repeats, aware that he’s looking a little messy right now. He pushed himself way too far, already his legs were starting to feel like jelly after this morning, however, he was still riding that adrenaline wave. “I would hate for you to have to get kicked out of school for breaking a window on school property. You look like you’re in a bit of a rush, everything alright?”

[eastonstallard]

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Why had Eloise chosen that of all bookbags to have that she needed a tote bag? Maybe it’s because she thought it would help her spine after years of lugging around backpacks full of books and other various school objects. Or maybe she had seen one too many photos of totes on Pinterest. Granted, she didn’t anticipate that it would be equally as hard to carry around. Her back felt better, sure, but it was difficult to hold the straps in place with how slick her coat was. After fooling with it so many times, Eloise had just given up on the bag, deciding to pretend it didn’t exist. Naturally, that led to her not even noticing that one of her books fell out. Hearing a voice call out to her, Eloise whipped her head around, looking down at the book. “Shit, thanks,” she muttered, taking her copy of East of Eden. “This stupid fucking bag is going to make me pop a goddamn blood vessel.”

He’s always seen her as delicate, probably the last person to ever give him the time of day. Easton laughs a little at the girl, not because he’s laughing at her, but because it’s clear she needs a bit of help. “I know I’m a little sweaty right now but if you want -- and not to sound cliché, I could take your books for you?” Most people might consider him an asshole but he had his moments, and it usually was a helpless girl that brought it out in him. “Come on, hand them over, I don’t mind walking in your direction.” 

[eastonstallard]

“what? you’re not scared of a little danger are you, stallard. it’s okay, if you get scared, i’ll hold your hand.” mj teased, just grateful that someone at this school was up for the adventure. everyone back at her old secondary school were wimps and tattletales. “i don’t need to run fast…i just need YOU to run fast. i can latch on like a spidermonkey.” but she grinned, “they won’t find us. i’m incredibly sneaky, you see. i never get caught.” a bit of an exaggeration but the sentiment was there.

“danger? i call this mild for me, mj.” he says with a slight grin, not getting the spidermonkey reference but he continues to smile all the same. “that’s because you’re tiny. i have to be fast because there’s not many hiding places that can keep a 6′5 guy hidden for long.” easton laughs, having dealt with this situation one too many times. luckily for him he was charming enough to get himself out of sticky situations.