Is it Five O'Clock Yet?

Jon Deaglán Ruaidhri Bryne - 24 - Dublin, Ireland - rp blog for chicagchq

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name: Jonathen Deaglán Ruaidhri Bryne age: 24 birthday: May 17,  gender: (Intersex) Male sexuality: Homosexual faceclaim: Miles Heizer height: 5'10" weight: 130lbs

background:

Jon was born and raised just outside of Dublin, Ireland. His favorite place to be is outdoors, he doesn’t care where or why. Jon's love of flowers arouse from running around outside gardening with his mother. His father, on the other hand, didn't like him at all. Jon was noticeably more feminine from a young age and his father, deeply religious, did not approve. From ages 12-18, Jon was put in therapy with the intention of converting him to straight and masculine.

He lost the eyesight in his right eye as a teenager because he was fucking around with his friends. They dared him to climb to the top of a tree thinking he couldn’t. He did, until he fell. His concussion was severe and caused him complete blindness for awhile, but it slowly returned in his left eye. It hasn’t stopped him from living life. As he grew up, one of his dreams was to travel the world in unconventional ways, by van, bike, boat, he didn’t care, but he compromised with his parents by moving to the US for school.

Jon then dropped out of college because there were so many better things to do than sit inside. Around then, he really got back into flowers. There was something so beautiful to him about being able to speak without saying a work. When he talked to a few friends, they told him he would make a shit florist because of his eyesight. Jon decided to do it anyway.

For a long time, he couldn’t find a job and roamed the streets. From about 19-22, Jon was homeless. He did his best to prove he was worth trusting and could be a good person, but nobody even bothered to help. To them, he was nothing more than a street rat. The longer the time passed, the more bitter he became and eventually, he realized the only person he could depend on was himself. He doesn’t let anybody in, he doesn’t trust, and he doesn’t care.

Occasionally, Jon will be a brat. He is good at operating his eyelids independently, so if he’s focusing, he’ll keep his blind eye closed in order to filter out what little light he can see. When he’s annoyed, he’ll close the other to make it seem like he’s paying attention.

He has now been in Chicago since he was 19, about to turn 20, and never looked back.

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thebrotherblanchet​:

“That is so damn true. Who needs people that can’t take opinions, huh? Plus, flowers are pretty great no matter what kind they are.” Lucas ended up shrugging and then at the next question, he found himself laughing a bit. “Well like I said, I might be sending you some flowers soon. Listen, I want you to blow me…heck, I wanna blow you, but it scares me that if we do that we might not see each other again? I’m gonna be honest, I do wanna see you again, take you out, be kinda cheesy on a date.”

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“Mhm, I’ll never argue about t’e beauty of flowers,” Jon grinned up at Lucas and took a step near him, “Good luck wit’ t’at, but, if I give you my phone number is t’at gonna be enough? I came to t’e bar because I’m sick of using my own hands for one night and if t’at means blowing you in a bar bat’room...or my apartment, t’en I’m willing.” He didn’t really believe that Lucas would call him again if he left his phone number, but that was a bridge to cross when they got there. “Take me wherever you want.”

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thebrotherblanchet​:

“It’s uh…” He paused, scratching the back of his head. “It’s great to know.” He felt himself getting red in the cheeks before shaking his head, “It’s actually pretty hot how you can just say your opinion. Not many would do that.” He shrugged. “Something tells me you’d secretly love someone sending you flowers though. I mean, there’s gotta be more than one reason you became a florist.”

“I don’t find any reason not ta’. If my opinion on somet’ing like flowers is enough ta’ make you not want ta’ talk ta’ me, so be it. You’re probably not going to be able to handle spending any amount of time wit’ me. I only get worse,” he chuckled, turning to Lucas with a smirk on his face, “I’ve never had somebody send me flowers, but my reason is t’e flowers and t’e only good memories I have of my childhood, but...t’at’s not why you’re talking ta’ me. So...I’ll blow you if you want. Isn’t it why you’re here?”

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emrysxfreniere​:

The church wasn’t exactly the place to be in the middle of the night, but the few people that were still walking past it were giving the kid pacing the side of the building a very wide berth. Emrys was pulling at his own hair with one hand, his other hand wrapped around himself because he’d stupidly forgotten anything thicker than the thin sweater he’d been wearing all day. As he paced he mumbled to himself, occasionally becoming louder in either excitement or agitation or sometimes a combination of the two. He wasn’t looking at where he was going, more looking in every direction almost as if he were suspicious of the shadows around him and what they might be hiding as he waited for his friend to show up.

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The last place Jon really wanted to be was a church, let alone a church in the middle of the night, and with a guy that while Jon liked him a lot, could be a little over the top. Especially while manic, which he seemed to be right now. As he walked, Jon pulled his hat tighter to his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. It was too warm out for a hoodie, but he needed some way to cover his face. If he got arrested for this, he’d be sent straight back to Ireland with no second tries. Not really, but it sure felt like that. “Hey,” he called out to Emrys, looking up just enough for his friend to realize who he was, “We need to get in, do it, and get out. I can’t get arrested for t’is shit or I’m fucked.”

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viktoriaaliz-t​:

“I’ve been here for over twenty years, but I really just focused on school and didn’t really think to do anything till a few years ago,” she nodded, giving a small smile. “It really wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But I crammed as if it was my nursing school final.” It was the reason she needed to drink tonight. “Um, tequila. Top shelf. Then whiskey on the rocks for me and whatever he’s having for him.”

“Shit, I can’t say anyt’ing like t’at. I’ve only been here for five, so I can take t’e test soon, and I’ll probably have ta’. It’ll be easier to do t’at t’an keep asking a flower shop to sponsor me for a working visa. It’s a loada’ shit, but whatever.” Jon leaned forward against the counter and shrugged. “I’m not ta’ smartest lad in t’e world, so it’ll be interesting ta’ see what happens,” he waited for her to order first, “Whiskey for me too. Uh...and a shot of applejack.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

Caspar shrugged a bit and focused on navigating the app, rather than explaining that he was pretty much technologically incompetent and much preferred just talking to people. He understood people. Technology made no sense. It took him a minute to figure the app out, but eventually he started adding things to their order. “Pepperoni pizza. Man after my own heart.” Caspar ordered a meat feast pizza, a pepperoni pizza, some garlic bread, and some fries, because he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten and food was beginning to get more and more appealing. “Kay done. High chance I throw up after all this but you’re just gonna have to love me anyway.”

Jon was glad he wasn’t in charge of ordering food because he would certainly end up ordering way too much. His brain was convinced he was starving and he had already eaten a ridiculous amount of snacks. To the point where he wasn’t currently sure he had any left in the house. If he did, he didn’t remember where they were, which was probably for the best. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled, nodding to himself, “I just love pizza if we’re being honest. It’s some good shit.” When Cas was done ordering, Jon took his phone back and put it on the charger. He didn’t know what percent the battery was at, but he didn’t care. “Well...don’t eat so much you puke? T’at seems easy.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

Caspar scrunched his nose up. “Oh. Since when do you not just call?” He yawned, pushing his face into Jon’s chest, and then rested his cheek on Jon’s chest so he could see the app. “What d’ya wanna get?” He scrolled through and made a couple of choices, “do you want garlic bread?”

“Ever since t’is place got an app. Why t’e hell would I call if I don’t gotta call?” Jon pointed out as if it were the silliest question he had ever been asked. With how high he was, it might as well have been. “Fuck yeah I want garlic bread...but uh...get me a pizza with some pepperoni on it or somet’ing, I don’t care. Just no pineapple.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

Caspar snorted at Jon’s comment. He knew it wasn’t funny, but he had a tendency to laugh at anything traumatic, regardless of whether it was his own trauma or someone else’s. He took the phone from Jon and groaned, “you order. Don’t wanna talk to humans right now.”

Jon didn’t care that Caspar was laughing, because he would probably have the same reaction if he were Cas. Especially considering how casually Jon had said it. Most people would have sounded a little bit more worried. Or something. “It’s an app, dumb dumb, you’re not talking to any humans.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

“I grew up with two girl best friends so I’m basically a god at hair dye,” Caspar told him, his claim not too far from the truth. He was also weirdly good at doing makeup although he very rarely did. “We’ll get you some snazzy neon glasses then n’leave it at that.” Cas set his chin on Jon’s chest and looked over at him. “D’you wanna get pizza? M’hungry too.”

“I had once boy best friend, and he was t’e reason I ended up in t’erapy,” Jon spoke it as lightheartedly as he could because he didn’t fully realize how dark his words actually were. His mind was an absolute wreck, but he needed it. “Fuck yeah, ta’ bot’ of t’ose t’ings. I’ll suck some good dick for a pizza.” He yanked his phone off the table and deposited it on Caspar’s chest. “Order away.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

Caspar hummed, “could go half and half. Bit of blue, bit of purple - best of both worlds.” He looked up at Jon with a smile, “get purple contacts so you look totally nuts. Would be the best shit ever. I’ll get pink contacts to match my hair, can freak everybody the fuck out.”

“T’at sounds a lot more difficult t’an jus...doin it purple,” Jon cocked his head so he could see Caspar better from the angle they were at, “I don’t like stickin’ t’ings in my eyeballs. No trauma t’ere, I jus’...get a little weird about knowin’ my fingers touchin’ me eye.” He chuckled and flopped his head back against the pillow. “Would be cool as fuck t’ough. Fuck, I’m hungry.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

“Mkay,” Caspar yawned, not bothering to argue like he usually would. He didn’t wanna do anything that might risk putting an end to this: nothing was worth losing the warm body next to him and the kisses that kept coming his way. “You for real? I’ll dye my hair pink if you go blue or purple. Should go blue. It’d match your eyes.”

“Or should I go purple to bring out t’e blue in my eyes?” Jon suggested. He wasn’t sure he’d look good in any of these colors, but there was only one way to find out. If he absolutely hated it, he’d shave his head. Which he had done before, so it wasn’t a big deal, plus it would grow back. “Yeah, yeah, I don’t give a shit about dying my hair. Sounds fun.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

Caspar settled onto Jon’s chest and yawned against him, burying his face in the man’s tee shirt. He always felt safe like this. “M’not a dork, m’the coolest kid in school.” Caspar contemplated flipping him off, but decided it was too much effort. “You should dye your hair. I got some pink hair dye the other night I think, dunno why. Should use it on you. I think you’d look very pretty.”

“We can agree ta’ disagree,” he mumbled. Jon wasn’t sure where his head was at or what was really going on, but he didn’t care. It was nice, the TV was playing in the background and he was living the dream. Whatever the fuck ‘the dream’ was anyway. “I’m down for it,” his hair was bleach blonde by nature anyway, so it wouldn’t take very much. “Can we do a different color? I don’t wanna be pink, you’re pink.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

There was no fighting off his smile as Jon collapsed into a fit of giggles besides him. Caspar shook his head against Jon’s chest and glanced up at him, “you’re such a dork.” He smiled to himself and leaned into the kiss when Jon pressed one to his lips. “M’a very impressive person. I’ll try later.” 

Now that Jon was on his back, he grabbed Caspar around the waist and pulled him onto his chest. When under the influence of various substances, Jon was much more relaxed about almost everything, though this was not Caspar’s first time experiencing that. “I’m a dork? You’re a dork,” he stuck his tongue out at his friend, “Don’ mess it up too bad, I don’t want a haircut.”

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casthefriendlyghost​:

Caspar didn’t push the kissing to be anything more. He was happy to exchange soft kisses while he stayed as close to Jon as he possibly could, letting one hand settle lazily in Jon’s hair and gently weaving his fingers through it. “How is your hair always so soft?” He murmured, “I love your hair. Wish I could curl up and live in your hair.”

“I take a shower sometimes,” Jon started giggling and immediately couldn’t stop. Caspar’s statement wasn’t funny, but Jon was that fucking high. He knew he had probably over done it, but couldn’t bring himself to care right now. After almost a solid minute, he started to relax, and gave Caspar another kiss with a huge grin. “T’at would be really impressive if ya did.”

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Emrys: over by the side

Jon: Ok, almost there

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Emrys: yohr all just babysitting me???

Jon: That isn't what I said either

Jon: I'm five minutes away, are you outside or inside

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Emrys: jesus christ if that's an actual issue then drop me

Jon: Where did I say it was an issue?