Sneaky Bastard

Hello there ladies, name's Fynn Richards. I like sunsets, long walks on the beach, and all of that mushy crap that you're into. No, really, I swear. Ok, maybe not, but would you really like me if I did? No, no you wouldn't. Fynn Richards | 23 | Human This is a roleplay account. I am not affiliated with Julian Morris or anything else seen here aside from the writing. I do not take credit for any of the pictures or gifs posted here unless stated otherwise. Thank you.

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Aly

[alyxbouchard]

The man seemed quite amused by her reaction, but her annoyance was overshadowed by laughter as he played along. Unlike her last deviation, this one smelled right, all nice and human. Aly’s eyebrows shot up at the revelation that the ducks were part of the daily life in this town. Maybe she had judged it too quickly… “Oh, a fellow newbie. Any other interesting locations you’ve noticed?” She was in truth quite interested in what the town had to offer, but more than that she was eager to keep the conversation going.

[fynnrichards]

Considering that he hadn't been around long, and that he didn't get out much, Fynn had to think about her question for a moment. Standing with his arms crossed, he watched the ducks as his mind moved over the places he'd been so far. "Well, the River Market is pretty cool if you're into that kind of thing. They have lots of fresh produce and a neat little food court place next to the river. Other than that I haven't really gotten out much." It wasn't his greatest answer, but he realized that it was the best he had to offer. With a small shrug, he glanced at the girl and flashed a winning smile. "Have you found anything interesting yet? Oh, and I'm Fynn by the way."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Morgan

[morgan-anders]

Rolling her eyes at the nickname, Morgan realized her mistake. “Sorry, my head’s been all over the place. Guess I just didn’t see you there.” As her eyes fully registered the man in front of her, Morgan could feel her old, flirty smile return to her face. She would never actually do anything behind Damien’s back, even if she wanted to, but that wasn’t going to stop her from flirting. It was much too fun a past time for her to drop cold turkey. “Not sure how I missed you, though I can’t say I’m sorry to have run into you. I’m Morgan.”

[fynnrichards]

Holding out his hand for her to shake, Fynn returned her flirtatious smile easily. "Well Miss Morgan, I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you." Giving her a slow once over, he wondered just where this slice of gorgeous came from. Certainly someone like this couldn't be from boring old Arkansas. As soon as she put her hand in his, he gave it a soft tug and brought it to his lips. "I'm also sure that I can't mind too much that you've run into me. Now, why is that pretty head all over the place? Seems it should be in tact for practical use."

[fynnrichards]

Text --> Fynn

Max: I'm staying longer. Just found out Mark was KIA. Text you new arrival date later.

Fynn: Shit. Um. Ok. Do you need me to come down there?

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Morgan

[morgan-anders]

Morgan had been sent on an errand for the Studio, and she was surprised to find that she didn’t mind at all. Her boss at the Studio sent her on actual errands - usually to OfficeMax - instead of the types of errands Ripper would send her on back home. Quickly trying to move past thoughts of her former boss, Morgan was headed back when she realized that she was passing the Peabody just in time for the duck parade. An extra five minutes wouldn’t hurt anything, and she didn’t normally have the chance to watch it. She was leaving with the crowd when she suddenly collided with someone. Looking up, she saw an unfamiliar face, though not an unattractive one. “Excuse you.”

[fynnrichards]

Glancing down as a small object collided with him, Fynn heard an irritated voice and took a moment to process the small brunette in front of him. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on whom. "Excuse me? I haven't moved in the past five minutes. You should watch where you're going short stack." Though slightly irritated by her audacity, he still felt good natured enough to tease the girl. It took more than an accidental collision to set off his temper.

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

In a mock irritated huff, Max crinkled her nose at him, a small smile on her face. “Sounds perfect to me.” She re-positioned slightly, so that they were in more of a friendly embrace with his arm around her shoulders, than a sibling wrestling move. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she did her best to suppress a yawn. The long hours at work were getting to her. “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day? Coming back to watch the ducks go back to their room?”

[fynnrichards]

"Don't you fall asleep on me, you're on the clock." Fynn moved his shoulder so that it knocked gently against her head. As playful as his words sounded, he really didn't want her getting into any trouble. Yawning despite himself, he shot her an irritated glance for passing it on. At her question, he glanced around the area and caught the eye of an attractive blonde across the way. With a charming smile and a swift wink he saw her grin and giggle before turning back to her friends. "Well, I don't have any set plans yet, but prospects are looking up."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

Max’s eyes brightened and her grin widened at the suggestion of a party. “That, my dear, sounds like an excellent plan. And if we can’t find one, we will just throw one.” They had been to one or two pretty memorable parties at school, but Max, at least, hadn’t been to one since they moved. Just because she was a cop now didn’t mean she couldn’t still party as hard as she had in Orlando, and she and Fynn could be a force to be reckoned with at parties. Sure, now she couldn’t take pleasure out of corrupting underage drinkers, but surely there were some of-age people in this town who had yet to experience their first true Drunk. It was always so much fun to lead them through that.

[fynnrichards]

Fynn watched as excitement filled his friend's features. The two of them had been lacking in parties since they'd left school, and he'd missed his partner in crime at the few events he'd attended since they'd moved. Pulling her closer with one arm and mussing her hair with the other, he did his best impression of baby voice. "Don't you worry Maxey-waxey. We'll find you a party so that you can corrupt some innocent, unsuspecting woman and I can corrupt five of them. It'll be just like old times."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

Max shook her head, still laughing. “Technically, yes, I do. If I could ever actually find anything in that place you call a bedroom. Floors are not closets, sweetheart.” Max knew he wasn’t really all that messy - there were far worse people about it than Fynn in the world - but what were best friends for, if not to give each other a hard time? Besides, Max was more than happy to move the topic away from awkwardly making promises neither one of them intended to keep.

[fynnrichards]

"Hey, I clean up nicely when we have company and you know it. It isn't my fault that I'm unaccustomed to having space of my own." Fynn flashed her his best what-can-you-do face before laughing again. Despite everything they'd been through together, or perhaps because of it, they always seemed to come out of their troubles laughing. He loved that they could be complete assholes to one another most of the time and fill their conversations with jokes and sarcasm, but could still be serious when the situation called for it. "Seems to me like it's about damn time we found a party around here."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

Max laughed at Fynn’s suggestive words. He had been asking for years to be her Gayness Test Subject, though they had never taken it past words. Even if she hadn’t been as gay as he was straight, she considered him like a brother and that would just be weird…and kind of gross. But then he would do some shit like nibbling her ear, and that just wasn’t fair. “Be careful what you wish for, love. I might even leave the uniform on for ya.” She winked playfully.

[fynnrichards]

Wiggling his eyebrows down at her, Fynn let his eyes roam as if he were actually considering taking her home. As much as he liked to tease her about it, he didn't think he'd ever be able to actually sleep with Max. Their friendship was too similar to a sibling relationship to actually think about doing anything sexual. If he thought about it for too long it gave him the willies and he had to distract himself. Laughing, he twirled designs on her shoulder with the tip of his finger. "You know where to find me."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

Max put the back of her hand up to her forehead, feigning lightheadedness and putting on an absolutely terrible Southern accent. “Oh my stars, you remembered her name, too. It must be the end of the world.” She dropped the act as laughter bubbled up, but that was quickly cut off as Fynn playfully insulted her hygiene. She put on a pout, though she knew he was only messing with her. “I took one last night, thank you. I don’t need you holding my hand for everything.” She stuck her tongue out at him, before gently smacking him in the abdomen. “Ass.”

[fynnrichards]

"No, dear, those would be abs. If you'd like to smack my ass I'm sure that could be arranged, though I don't think that's the best idea in such a public area. With you in uniform, I'd say that the idea should be scratched entirely and saved for when we're at home." Fynn leaned in close to her ear as he spoke, mindful of the children running around the ducks nearby. As soon as he was finished with his teasing words, he leaned down and nibbled her ear before pulling away with a peal of laughter. Of course, if he wasn't careful she might actually spank him. The tease.

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

Not seeing the harm in sitting for a little while, Max joined Fynn as he motioned to the bench. She rolled her eyes and ran her tongue along her teeth as Fynn pretended like he wasn’t going to share his previous night’s conquests. As if she would believe that. It didn’t take long for him to drop the charade and list his schedule, and though the amusement didn’t leave her eyes, she couldn’t help but stare at him in impressed wonder. “I mean, obviously you didn’t come home last night, but I’m still amazed you stayed over with a girl. You getting soft, or something?” She playfully poked his side, as if looking for the nonexistent chub.

[fynnrichards]

Placing a hand over his chest as if wounded, Fynn gave her his best offended look. "Moi? Soft? I'll have you remember that I have stayed over with many women. While I now have my own bed, Rebecca's was a tempur pedic. It was worth the possible tarnish to my reputation to sleep on that thing." He winked at her to soften the fact that painful memories were surfacing. With a mental fist he beat them into submission and shoved them back into the depths of his mind where they belonged. Using the hand on the back of the bench, he pulled her hair softly and pretended to inspect the strand. "Hm, looks like someone forgot to shower without her bestest buddy there to remind her."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

As soon as Fynn’s smile spread across his face, Max could feel hers matching it. “If I had, I’d be a lot more pissed off.” Max often put people off - her biting sarcasm was usually taken as charming or bitchy, and others had a tendency to either love her or hate her. She hadn’t met many middle ground people. Fynn had been there for her from the beginning, and even though he had really irritated her at first, she had come to realize that he was, in reality, charming and sweet. That wasn’t to say he didn’t still irritate her, but now it was in the way a brother would. “So, what was it last night? Blonde, brunette or ginger?”

[fynnrichards]

Finding a bench nearby, Fynn stretched out his lithe frame before settling himself on one side of it. His arm resting on the back, he nodded his head toward the bench in a motion that made it clear he wanted his friend to join him. A self-satisfied smirk graced his lips as he shrugged playfully. As if he wasn't going to tell her, he rolled his eyes away and began to whistle for a moment. "Let's see, ten o'clock was blonde, midnight was blonde, and I stayed over with the red head." Triumphant, he glanced back towards Max to see what her reaction would be this time.

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Open

[alyxbouchard]

Aly had just finished an early shift at the bar and had a few hours off until she had to go back and help with closing. She was still in the process of learning the ins and outs of Little Rock and so the duck parade at Peabody caught her unprepared. She let out a small squeal of delight at the sight, before realising there was someone standing quite close by and clapping a hand over her mouth. She gave the young man a quick mortified look before murmuring, just loudly enough for him to hear, “You did not hear that sound I made.” Get a grip, Aly. She straightened up and a more dignified expression took over her features. “So is this like… a regular thing?” She asked, offhandedly, willing herself not to go pet the ducks.

[fynnrichards]

Hearing a girlish squeal, Fynn jerked his gaze away from the ducks to locate the annoying child. His expression of annoyance immediately switched to amusement when he realized the sound had come from a now embarrassed young woman. Chuckling at her, he raised his hands in mock surrender. "I didn't hear a thing." Glancing back at the parade, he shrugged his shoulders in answer to her question. "I'm new to town, but from what I understand it's a daily occurrence. It's a tourist attraction I believe."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Maxynn

[maxinebailey]

Max always tried to stop by the Peabody when she got patrol duty in downtown around the time of the duck parade. Too many tourists in not enough space was always an equation for trouble, and she had found they felt more comfortable when they saw a Uniform in the area. It looked like the show was just wrapping up as she approached, judging by the stream of people leaving the hotel. As she lounged on one of the front columns of the building, she noticed a familiar dark head in the crowd. She quickly caught up to her best friend and matched pace next to him. “Well, hey there. You’re alive.”

[fynnrichards]

Sensing someone beside him, Fynn began to turn his gaze when the small figure spoke. An amused smile broke out on his face as he rolled his eyes. It would figure that just as he thought about his best friend she would appear by his side. "I am very much alive, thank you. Why, did you get a report of a body matching my description?" Glancing down at her, he winked playfully. Fynn was never one to miss a chance to make fun of Max's job. Their lives were so conflicting, and yet they matched each othe so well. If she were straight and he didn't think of her as a sister, they'd probably be married by now.

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Open

Glancing down at his watch, Fynn tried to figure out what he wanted to do before work. It was a little before eleven and he was still downtown after a long night. A small smile played on his lips as he thought of the look Max would give him when he finally got back home. As he began to walk, he remembered that there was a tourist attraction hotel not too far from where he was. He made his way to the Peabody and arrived just in time to see the ducks parading down the stairs. A chuckle left his lips as he watched the show and followed the small crowd outside. Well, at least this place had its small amusements.

[fynnrichards]

The Night Life || Fynn&Zea

[deadgirldesantis]

"The pleasure is all mine," she said in response, sitting back and crossing her legs, but never once removing her blue eyes from his. He was quite lovely to look at. She may very well pursue this conversation a little further before making any other sudden moves. “So, Fynn. Have you always lived in Little Rock?" She asked, truly wanting to know more about this adorable creature. “I’m just visiting," she continued. “Haven’t exactly found a reason to stay yet, though." It was then that the smile faded along with her words as she slowly studied him from head to toe.

[fynnrichards]

With a cocky smile, Fynn gave his shoulders a slight shrug. "I can't argue with you there." Studying the woman as she very obviously did the same, he wondered why she was so interested in a complete stranger. Perhaps she was always this friendly. The thought brushed against his mind that maybe she was a creature of the night like in the rumors and she only wanted to drink his blood. An amused smile crossed his lips for a moment as he discarded the thought. Of all the ridiculous things... "No, I'm originally from London. I've moved here by way of Florida, though. What about yourself?"

[fynnrichards]

The Night Life || Fynn&Zea

[deadgirldesantis]

Without so much as a second of hesitation, Zea accepted the space beside him, sitting rather closer than he may have expected, but acted as if nothing were made of it. “I’m okay," she responded saying, “Just enjoying my visit. You know, catching the sights, meeting new people." With a sincere, yet dazzling smile, she automatically saw such wondrous beauty inside this man. “I’m Zea. And you are?"

[fynnrichards]

Raising an eyebrow at how close the woman moved to him, Fynn left his arm on the back of the bench. Looking down at the woman, he recognized her obvious sense of allure. There was something there, though, that put a stopper in his brain. Something about this woman reminded him of Maddie, and he wasn't about to let another girl like her into his inner circle. Taking his arm from around her, he placed it in his lap and scooted away slightly as if to turn and place his attention towards her. "Fynn. Nice to meet you Zea."

[fynnrichards]

The Night Life || Fynn&Zea

[deadgirldesantis]

Quite a boring evening in Little Rock, perhaps an even more boring place—one of the most boring Zea had yet to visit, in fact—was what brought her to where she was now: roaming the streets of an unfamiliar place, trying and praying for some form of entertainment. Dressed in fine hip-hugging jeans and a revealing, black silk top, Zea chose to wear her hair down, large hoop earrings and sleek black heels to finalize her ensemble for the evening. As she continued walking down one specific street, she sighed, contemplating returning to her hotel room for the night then proceeding on to the next town the following evening. It was only when she noticed a lone figure resting on a bench in the park, that she was feeling a bit peckish. And so with a sly grin, she courageously approached the being, with a simple, “Hey there."

[fynnrichards]

As she drew nearer, Fynn realized he hadn't seen this woman before. Leaning back against the bench, he flashed her one of his most charming smiles. Scooting to the side he did his best to make room on the bench. "Care to have a seat Miss? You seem as if you may need a break." As he waited for her to react, he surveyed the woman before him. Her figure was definitely appealing, and there was something behind her eyes that he couldn't quite put his finger on that intrigued him.