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ᵇᵉᵉᵖ ᵇᵉᵉᵖ ✉ Kaitlin

Kaitlin: confession: sometimes when I don't have the motivation to get out of bed in the morning I watch the fight scenes from Wonder Woman

Russ: ... did you text the right person?

Russ: Wonder Woman...hm...could do better.

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yerrrrrrr.

I swear i’ll try and keep this as concise as possible. i’m T. below you’ll find some information about rusell and plot things i would really dig doing if you vibed w any of them. so let’s do the damn thang (bachelor franchise friends anyone?? )

Basic Facts

32 y/o heterosexual male born & raised in chicago, illiinois

lower middle class family. father was blue collar, mom was stay at home

one sister who he loves more than ANYTHING.

refused to follow in his parents footsteps, down to the accent.

graduated from FSU as the valedictorian

works as a self-employed financial advisor

How he got into money laundering

russell was never a particularly nice man. he was blunt and crass in high school and college, but as he excelled in sports and in academia, the small society that was his school mostly praised his accomplishments instead of acknowledging his less than pleasant personality. miguel, a classmate and teammate was his only competition for the role of captain and lead attacker on the lacrosse team. russell (being the asshole that he was) wanted to find any means of getting rid of his competitor. when he sniffed around miguel’s life, he found that his father was an illegal immigrant and reported him to the authorities. looking back was he proud of it? no. But being the captain of the lacrosse team certainly helped him score the scholarships he needed for FSU.

little did he know that miguel would become a leader of one of mexico’s largest drug cartels. miguel could, and did, hold a grudge throughout the years. once he found russell, he threatened to kill him and his family, but russell offered to launder money for him in larger amounts than anyone else could. now, he’s cut off contact with his family and uprooted his life to georgia to run a few businesses that will allow him to work with miguel.

Personality

Selfish -- in terms of doing whatever he needs to do to keep himself and his loved one’s alive. he doesn’t often think about how things affect people, but if the negative consequences are shoved in his face he is capable of feeling a twinge of guilt.

Loyal -- he will do anything for those close to him as long as he feels they are returning the favor. it takes a lot for russell to give up on you.

Manipulative -- there isn’t anything he WOULDN’T do to keep those he holds dear safe. He also has needs of his own, so if he can take advantage of people to satisfy those he will.

Persistent -- no is meaningless to this man. there is no instance in which he won’t fight to get what he wants or feels he deserves.

He enjoys being around people despite the attitude that comes and goes. Russell tries to be a decent person 60% of the time, and hopes to be a good one 100% of the time one day.

Plots

Sister -- I will probably request this down the road, but this is the one person he values above anyyyyy other person despite the fact that he hasn’t talked to her for 7 months to “protect” her.

Girlfriend -- This is someone he probably was dating back in the States or had a long distance relationship with that he wants to stop seeing but can’t because of all of the time invested. Maybe she knows and he’s afraid to leave her? Maybe he supports her financially bc of it? Maybe she doesn’t know but is on to him? IDK so many options broz. ( age appropriate tho yanno. maybe 25 +)

Other woman  -- In the past Russell was never known to cheat. That’s ONE thing he never would have done, but perhaps there’s some girl that is smart and funny and gorg and he feels himself becoming tempted. A good friend? Friend of the girlfriend’s? idk i love to be messy

Best Bro -- He needs a best friend. A best friend who has no idea what he’s doing. A dude to hang out with and someone who can help him when he’s at his worst but won’t know why and we can plot dramatic stuffff.

Business Partner -- Someone to help him find business deals. Someone who is kind of badass and smart and is more charismatic and appealing than he is to balance out his weaknesses. This would probably also be the drinking partner. So many mini plots for the business partner in my head yall.

OKAY so if any of these interest you, hmu :) thanks for reading if you did!!

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wvlker:

as they entered his room, adriana found herself scanning her surroundings. oscar’s place was pretty much a bachelor pad, perhaps a bit more tidy. his room was quite messy but not as messy as she’d expected for someone that wandered around so much. nonetheless, she made a mental note to offer to clean up for him, given her orderly nature. besides, she assumed he wouldn’t mind now that she’d be probably spending quite a lot of time with him, right? all her attention was focused on his wardrobe, her eyes following his hand until he was done showing her, blue eyes now focusing on his face. she allowed herself to scan through his shirts, the fabrics marking a timeline difference – he’d become simpler ever since they met in new york and adriana couldn’t help but wonder the reason to this change. he was… more lively back then, somehow. finally deciding on a huge printed tee, she got out of her clothes and pulled the shirt on, the smell of detergent filling her nose. she fixed her hair into a ponytail and went to the bathroom to wash her face. more composed now, fresh faced and slightly more sober, she walked into the kitchen, leaning onto the frame, arms crossed across her chest. “i’m fine now, oz – i won’t be needing a straw when i could suck other things and get more satisfaction.” she retorted, light brows shooting up in suggestion, a smile on her features. “thank you… for all this - and for not kicking me out of your place in this awful state.”

to say adriana was a vision would have been cheesy, even in oscar's nearly dazed state of mind. instead, he simply said nothing. his eyes may have lingered a bit longer than they typically did. what man wouldn't take in the pair of tanned and toned legs that carried the confident, stunning young woman in his apartment? trick question. "you say that n-" oh. it took a second for adriana's rebuttal to register, but once it did, the shock was clear on oscar's face. his mouth hung slightly ajar as his eyes mirrored the trend his mouth set of widening itself. quickly, or as quickly as he could, the man regained his composure with a slight snicker and shake of his head in disbelief. "hey now," the next few words oscar was going to share were words he would mean. they were words he hadn't vocalized before, but had tossed over. he played with how they might sound comig out of his mouth, struggling internally in the past with how deeply he might mean it if the day ever came. today was that day. it was going beyond testing the waters. once he spoke them, he couldn't take it back - but that wasn't what scared him. it was knowing that once he said it, the words would only grow to mean more. "there's no state you could be in that would keep me from opening my door." how the words tumbled out of his mouth, and...he kind of liked it. not enough to keep expressing himself so openly, but it felt right to offer someone the support he sometimes felt like he didn't receive. high on his own adrenaline infused confidence, oscar set the water to the side to free his hands. he needed two after all. two to trail down adriana's sides, fingers over her back, traveling over her curves to lift the woman onto the countertop in front of him. with focus, and a quiet breath, those two hands rested on the cool granite on either side of her thighs to steady himself. hell, oscar needed all the support he could get as he met those cool, blue hues. "you know, i kind of fucked it up the first time," oscar admitted, biting his cheek in his own humility. "i've learned my lesson. this time, if you want me," a playful smirk began to grow on his cheeks as the palm of one strong hand rubbed up her smooth skin, resting on the top of her inner thigh despite being drawn to the warmth in between them, "all you have to do is say it, ade."

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wvlker:

all those looks, the banter, the excuses, the late night expeditions back to her house under false pretenses of danger were leading to this moment. in her memory, it’d be held higher than the kiss they’d shared on her kitchen, the kiss she’d ruined. for a brief moment, she felt afraid of what this whole situation meant for them both - she was willing to give it a try if he was, though. the blonde couldn’t believe she’d found the person who she’d wanted to share herself with in oscar; she didn’t mean only sexually, but emotionally. someone who she could fully open up to, when the time came. who would’ve thought that the first man she’d gone on a date with back in new york after all of her sex worker ventures would’ve been the same man she’d like in san francisco? and she didn’t mean the kind of like she had for other men in her life, this was a deeply rooted kind of like. smiling at his reply, she found herself placing her delicate hand on his face. “stop repeating my words, oz - be original.” she joked, nodding her head at his request as she got up carefully from the couch, “i can’t believe i’m going to have one of your famous shirts,” the one he’d leave hanging around in case something came up. “don’t expect me to give it back.” she was teasing but also something inside of her told her she was serious, it was hers now. “i’ll throw up on myself and then you so we can clean up together.” she suggested, cheeky tone as her eyebrows rose up. “actually, if you have some seltzer water or lemons… that’d be super, it takes the nausea away.” she commented, more seriously now.

the life oscar lived was never one he would call surreal. problematic. stressful. secretive. never surreal; however, this moment did feel as if it could be summed up in that one word. the chance to see the fabric he owned embracing the woman he hadn't been able to get out of his head was nothing less than surreal. had he been a more eloquent man, he would have expressed those feelings in a series of thoughtful words and facial expressions - but he wasn't, nor had he ever been, so part of him figured adriana wouldn't miss it. his feelings for her were in how he feigned annoyance with an eyeroll in response to her threatening to keep his shirt. it was in how he groaned at the thought of having her throw up on him but promised to, "grab some seltzer water while you change." and he would. oscar may have been hot-headed at times, reserved, maybe even detached, but he strayed far away from disrespecting women. so, his fingers raked through the drawer of shirts. shirts from when he coached basketball at the boys & girls club quickly flashed him, as well as his own basketball shirts, plain colored and white shirts, and one from the museum of art in philadelphia that he could have sworn he put away in a box with the rest of the belongings his sister had given him. slipping his hand from underneath the plethora of shirts, oscar merely shrugged. "you can pick whatever, while i grab your water," the man dismissed himself with a small clearing of his throat. it was more to try and rid of his nerves than to rid of anything in his throat. was he bashful in this moment? maybe. okay. more like certainly. the time to himself in the kitchen alone may help, searching for seltzer water that he knew he didn't have to pass time, allowing adriana to get dressed before he walked back in. did grown men under 45 keep seltzer water in their fridge? chuckling to himself, he grabbed the lemons that he most definitely did have and started cutting. "hey!" he called out, grabbing her attention with his volume before asking the question he had in mind, one that was simply for his own entertainment. "i know you were having some troubles walkin' earlier - a little clumsy. you gon' need a straw?"

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how long had it been since oscar had hung out with another man in his apartment? TOO long. he almost wasn't sure he knew how to. did you talk sports? he only watched soccer. did you talk women? well, he wasn't particularly active. did you talk? or just eat pizza and play games. fuck. oscar didn't have any games to play. this, however, was nat. nat, in all honestly, was probably fully capable of entertaining himself. a man with plenty of personality, he was. a man with plenty of life, energy, things oscar wasn't sure he had ever contained within himself. and yet, those traits were within people he held dear. his father, his mother, hell, even adriana. so, maybe the chuckle that left oscar's lips was because he was slowly finding his family in the younger male - or maybe it was because the delivery man was knocking behind oscar's door just as he reached for the  phone to inquire about his location. eh, it probably wasn't the latter. there was luckily plenty of space on the table in front of the couch for two pizzas, multiple dipping sauces of mostly one flavor - garlic - and a bottle of whiskey accompanied by two, eh hem, one empty glass and one that was working it's way back to that state. now, to play the waiting game. a waiting game to the tune of kendrick's latest album.

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wvlker:

the moments after her rant felt endless. she didn’t know what to think, she didn’t know what to feel - her head pounding thanks to the alcohol she’d indulged in earlier. it was all a bad idea, a terrible idea. how dare she walk into oscar’s apartment and then end up throwing all her emotions at him? before she had a chance to belittle herself over her choices, the smartest part of her realized he was just listening to her intently. there was no complaint, no argument, it was just him listening to a far more fragile adriana speak. an adriana that was seldom shown to the world, an adriana who not many people had the chance of knowing. she couldn’t believe she had told him all of that. where did that leave them? her thoughts were interrupted by the wrapping of his arms around her, quickly followed by hers, fists balling up with his shirt. she buried her face on his chest, too afraid to look up to him now. what was she supposed to say? the whole moment was by far the most overwhelming they’d had together and his question almost went unnoticed, if it weren’t for the way her entire body reacted to it. she was almost tempted to decline but the quiet “yes” that left her lips erased that posibility. after her consent was muttered, she allowed herself to pull back from him, blue eyes scanning his features. “i’m here for you too, oscar. if you’ll have me.”

oscar felt incredible having adriana pressed against him; the only pitfall to this night was the reasoning behind it. well, it was a pretty paramount reason, but the closeness of adriana trumped all negative associations with the night. he never had the time to feel the warmth radiating off of her body. oscar never had the opportunity to look forward to her delicate scent staying on his shirt. there was never a moment where the man could hold this woman and feel like, maybe, in some way, she could ever be his. never. not until today. what kind of man would take that for granted? he knew better. he knew it wasn't right to make himself available at this time of his life, but every fiber of his being was pulled to adriana. he had tried, right? to fight it, to run away, to cut their communication and move on, but fuck. he needed her. it couldn't have been healthy to revolve one's thoughts around one woman so commonly. to wake up, work, eat, drink, and all the while wish she was a part of it all. to know that she wasn't, and use that as an excuse to pour yet another drink. it was past desiring her. "yeah," but that initial reply, that whisper, it wasn't certain enough. it didn't represent his feelings well enough. "if you'll have me, then yeah. yes. of course." that was better. firmer. like a man who stood behind his decision - which he was. proudly. a man who, if he had suffered less in the past would have beamed with such pride. instead, he cleared his throat and allowed a small smile as his hand traveled from the top of her arm to the palm of her hand. "c'mon, let's find you a shirt," attempting to push past the secrets of tonight, even if for a few moments, he stood ready to lead her to his dresser. "unless you're going to throw up, hm," scratching his chin, as if in thought, he dramatically pondered aloud, "i might have prep your setup in the tub..."

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wvlker:

why was it that everything that came out of adriana’s mouth was the opposite of what she was trying to let on? once she’d spoken those words, she mentally slapped herself, preferring real vomit to the bullshit she’d said. she knew she was going to get his anger in a matter of seconds and she made sure to chug some more of the water bottle because she was going to need to be more present than ever. his facial expressions were no good and when he spoke, it felt like her heart shattered in a million pieces. he thought she didn’t care about him? if he even knew how many times she’d noticed his lack of sleep, the way he walked around his apartment late at night, how she’d woken up to mumbling and weird noises from him, making her hope to a god she didn’t believe in that he wasn’t having nightmares… things would be different - but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that. “did i really do that?” she questioned quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. she felt her eyes watering and she lowered her gaze, focusing it on his floor. if she looked at him she’d cry and she didn’t want that to happen. “i put myself out there and i got a joke about runny eggs.” she defended poorly, not being able to make a good argument for herself. “i thought you hated me, oscar. i thought you only helped me to get me out of the way. i thought wrong.” she exhaled a laugh, which was more of the start of a cry. “i do care about you - i care more than you think, more than i let on. do you know how many times i’ve wanted to knock on your door when i hear all those shuffling noises? when you get home from the casino and fall to pieces just a wall apart?” adriana forced herself to look at him, “don’t you fucking dare tell me i don’t care about you when it’s all i do, okay?” she spat, gaze hardening. “it’s not my fault i learned how to fuck and not how to feel and i’m trying, oscar, i’m really trying. i’m tired of hurting people – but don’t accuse me of being careless.”

oscar had split his attention evenly between the liquor rocking back and forth in the glass that hugged his palm and the words adriana was speaking. he didn't mean to come off as angry as he probably had. that was one of his worth traits, a bad sense of self-control when his emotions overwhelmed him. god, how adriana triggered him. how adriana excited him. how adriana worried him. how adriana knew him. how adriana K N E W him. the words that oscar swallowed caught in his throat and lips pressed together to keep from interrupting. in actuality, he had nothing to say that would make sense. a few random words that didn't piece together in any way that would make sense to anyone other than him. so, he listened instead. to how she saw through the charade of normalcy oscar tried to portray. and, he turned to observe her face as she claimed to care. in fact, looking at her face, he wasn't quite sure what it would look like for someone to lie to him about caring for him as the feeling hadn't been familiar to him in quite some time. watching adriana as she spoke, he wanted to believe her - so he did. believing in her meant being there for her - so he was. covering the distance between them, oscar sunk into the couch next to adriana with an arm quickly wrapping around her small frame to pull her into his chest. "i'm sorry," it was the easiest apology he had ever made. "i thought wrong, too." there was a silence that oscar didn't know how to fill. he understood what adriana was telling him, every piece of the information she gave to him - but how does one ask about that? how does one make sure she's okay without seeming to pry? instead, he took a deep breath and asked a question that had been running through his mind since he met the woman. "can you stay over?"

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“You know”, Seonah lazily uttered, barely moving her lips. She gestured a little, moving her hands in circle over her head. “When I moved here, I thought Americans were like… super super tall. But I saw this guy yesterday, he was about my age right, but he was like 165 centimeters tall. It made me wonder… Are most stereotypes just plain bullshit? What do you think?” Frankly, her monologue would have gone on and on if she hadn’t remembered the stranger right next to her.

this was part of what oscar didn't care for in california. people always talked to strangers. they talked when they were happy, when they were said, when they were curious. if this were new york, he could be on a subway with no headphones on and the only time someone would bother him would be to shake a can in front of his face after a performance of some relevant pop culture song. "i dont know," continuing, oscar answered the question with a phrase that was easily applicable to many questions from californians, "isn't it relative?"

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message ⟶ youngin'

nat: oz

nat: my friend

nat: my brother

nat: lord saviour

nat: brometheus

nat: C-3BRO

nat: i'd suck zeus' thunder dick for a pizza nd a fucking drink right now. order extra dip

oscar: haha well damn, if i knew youd do all that id have been getting shit out of you man

oscar: bottles. not, you know, physically OUT of you

oscar: whatever. you feel me. i'll see you when you get here

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wvlker:

seeing the look of disappointment on her face made her immediatly regret her urge to knock on his door. what was she supposed to say now? she had wanted to apologize but everything that came out of her mouth was nonsense – which wasn’t far from what came out of her mouth that day in her kitchen. was it premeditated? yes. did she mean to cause that much harm? in that moment, she did, now? she wasn’t so sure. when he wrapped his arm around her waist to help her again, she wanted to say something, to apologize right there - but the alcohol and her thoughts were clouding her mind and there wasn’t much space for putting sentences together while she had to oblige to his actions. once she was sat down, she stared at her shoes until he came back, blue hues scanning his face before she said something. “no - i don’t think you want me passed out on your couch.” the blonde smiled sadly, taking the bottle from him and taking a huge sip after she opened it. shaky hands grasped the cold bottle and when she looked over at oscar again, she felt equally more sober and nauseous and she wondered if what would come out of her mouth was going to be real vomit or word vomit. luckily, it was word. “i’m really sorry for what i said that day - i was just… really confused over everything and the only way i know how to handle hurt is just firing back some more venom and,” she gagged and instinctively covered her mouth with both hands. when it subsided, she took a deep breathe, more water, more courage and continued. “i didn’t mean for it to hurt you as much, i thought you… you didn’t take it as a joke.” she whispered in surprise, blue eyes turning questioning, brows furrowing in confusion.

"hm." a shrug was all he could give in response to her sleeping on his couch. in the past, he would have welcomed her presence on his couch. he would have encouraged it. now, in this moment, he wasn't sure whether or not he was just going through the motions. nonetheless, oscar watched her. every move she made. maybe it was because he was inquisitive about her motives now that he knew she was more than just a woman with a pretty face. maybe it was because dragging his gaze away from her took more self-control than he had been practicing lately. when her hand flew to her mouth, all oscar wanted to do was bring a palm to her back to comfort the blonde, but the urge to hear all of what she had to say was too strong. just as soon as he would have liked to say that the mixture of emotions was dissipating with her apology, ackowledging that she hurt him, even more confusion set in with her claim. a joke? of course! rubbing his eyes, the room filled with oscar's deep inhale. of course adriana would expect for that to make sense. "so, let me get this straight," oscar took a moment to shuffle over to where he had lay his glass of whiskey down, needing the sensation the liquor provided to continue his dialogue. "you were joking when you made it seem like you didn't care about me, right?" hell, might as well down the rest of what was in the glass - and so he did, only to restore what had been missing in a matter of seconds from the bottle. "how did i miss that?" as if tickled, oscar released a few chuckles. as if HUMORED, oscar even hit the countertop. who could take this much humor? "god, you're funny, ade! because i just fucking put myself out there. and i'm here for you," quickly, fingers pushed his dark curls out of his face; though, oscar couldn’t look at her. “all the goddamn time, i’m here for you whenever you need me. but maybe you're right. me taking this seriously was a fucking joke.”

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Willow grins at his amusement in her words, she wasn’t used to someone finding her that funny and it was quite a lovely experience. It was also nice to be able to genuinely laugh with someone so openly, and she found it contagious as it spread through her quickly. “That sounds very fair to me, I’d be happy to show you… You know, for future reference,” she replies with a wink, beginning to stand and adjust her attire before they head out on their adventure for their food. “Pizza has got to be the best invention, I smile upon Italy for all their glorious foods,” she comments, unable to help herself; the thought of food usually had her leaping and she found herself excited to begin this journey through the city with him.

people were much more helpful in california. in new york, had he asked someone to take the time out of their day to show him a pizza place, they would have told him to check yelp as frustration hung from every word they spoke. following her lead, oscar got out of his chair and headed for the door. maneuvering a few steps in front of her, the only lead he felt comfortable taking was to open the door for the woman. "ah, hell yeah. i hear you on that one. have you been?" the inquiry was merely out of curiosity for the stranger. ah! "i'm an idiot," the man chuckled before introducing himself. "i'm oscar, by the way. you know, in case you didn't want to go the whole day without not knowing me name."