“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”
That was something he had never expected to hear, not in his whole life. Isaac knew he was destined for loneliness and solitude for the rest of eternity, right? Nothing could ever work out for him, no one could ever stay alive long enough for it to. He had given up on having hope a long time ago, and for once lately, things have seemed to go... right. Was that even possible? Of course a nagging thought against the back of his mind was always: Will he end up like everyone else?
That would hurt more than anything, finally trusting, hoping, finally happy-- and to have someone ripped away from him again would be his breaking point. The final straw, so to speak. There's no possible way he'd ever be okay, he's still not okay even now, but he's trying.
"I.." He pauses, not sure if this entire interaction is even real; wondering if this whole thing is some kind of cruel joke. "I love you too. As unfortunate as that is." He smiles up at the other boy, knowing full well how ridiculous he is. Isaac never was one for keeping the mood too serious, it makes them both less nervous. It makes them both smile, and that was something they could use more of.
my son irie shouichi from khr, i’ve never really gotten a chance to rp him on tumblr, though i’ve tried more than once. my muse for him isn’t as strong anymore! so who knows if i’ll ever go through with it. maybe ooooone day
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
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Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other — what, no “pretending to be nonhuman brother to be gay with his queen?”
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
;;Sort of, maybe, invades your inbox; You're such an incredible Isaac roleplayer and a genuinely sweet person overall ; thank you for filling my days with laughter and stay you!
aaaaaaaah i wasn’t expecting to get anything but thank you so much!!
My muse’s reaction to your muse asking them out for dinner.
At first he does a double take, not entirely sure of what the other boy had asked him. Why would he ask Isaac out to dinner? Stiles is aware that’s practically an invitation to a date, right? No it’s definitely an invitation out to a date. It’s how it’s phrased- there’s a difference between grabbing a bite with your ‘bro’ and being asked out to dinner. There’s a higher class to it, implications of a real restaurant and not just the diner down the street that they’ve been bingeing on for the past few months. He realizes he hasn’t given a verbal answer, and Stiles is practically twitching with anxiety. “It’s on you, right? Let me get dressed.” Whether it was the offer of free food or something more will never be revealed, though really, does he seem like the kind of guy to lead someone on?
My muse’s reaction to your muselying to them.
“Can you just stop it!” He’s tired of excuses, tired of the same thing happening again and again. Just when he thinks he has Stiles’ trust, he goes and lies to him again. It’s not as if Isaac isn’t going to find out about these things, learn the truth eventually, he isn’t dumb. He just wished that somebody could trust him, that he could trust someone himself. “If you’re just going to lie to me, don’t bother talking to me at all.” He doesn’t expect Stiles to stop him from leaving, they’re both pissed and Isaac needs some air. It doesn’t take long for the beta to slam the door and step outside, walking at a pace faster than most average people. Isaac contemplates on driving, turning up the radio as loud as it’ll go and just go until he runs out of gas, but that’s drastic. Neither of them need to be abandoned, so he stays on the sidewalk on a night colder than he had wanted it to be and lets his thoughts get to him, it’s unavoidable either way. Although, the wind’s whispers never help.
My muse’s reaction to your musespeaking in a different language.
His brows furrow, really not expecting that to come out of Stiles’ mouth. “Dude, did you just cuss me out? In Russian?” Close enough, right? He just shakes his head, not entirely sure of what exactly had warranted that. “That’s a bit drastic, isn’t it?” So what if he had forgotten to do the dishes for the third time this week, he’s busy. Maybe not busy enough to skip out that many times, but he’s sticking to his weak excuse. In all honestly, it was pretty cool. So Isaac figures he has to one-up him, that’s how all hate-friendships work. “Vous n'êtes pas le seul qui peut le faire.” He does his famous smirk, all too confident in his newly learned language. “En outre, vous avez un beau cul, mais qui est pas le point.” He makes sure to speed that comment up, to the point where it’s hardly understandable to someone who fluently speaks french.
I was going to do the rest but I got tired I’m sorry I’m a disappointment!!
“I’m putting faith in you not crashing my truck, dude.” It might have been a hunk of junk, but it held a lot of sentimental value to the athlete; it was his first car, one he’d worked extensively on with his best friend Chad, so his possibly misplaced trust held the utmost of unspoken confidence in the other male. “I’m dead serious.”
