#itsagentzero

[holygroundscafe]

Milo swung, missing, and swung again, but his opponent was clearly too swift for him. Considering Chris was the one teaching him how to fight, that wasn't really a surprise to anyone, least of all Milo. But he kept at the movements, letting the idea of muscle memory help him follow through the repetitive motions. "Man, I am going to soak in my hot tub for like two hours after this work out, dude," he grunted through jabs. "I haven't worked out this much in like... Probably way too long," he added, chuckling.

@itsagentzero

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Alright but consider teenage tornado Chris taking care of his sick father? Bringing chicken noodle soup to the bed and scolding him for trying to do the chores

Things for Rickard (SICK EDITION): ACCEPTING

II @itsagentzero

“Chris, I love ye’, and I really appreciate the soup ye’ made.-- Seriously, it’s delicious.” Richard had no idea he could even cook like this. “But are ye’ sure ye’ won’t need help ‘round the house? I can at least help ye’ wash some dishes.”

[voxvulgi]

a Jacqueline starter for @itsagentzero​ (bc i said so)

At some point, the teachers had given up on waking Chris when he inevitably fell asleep during class. He slept on his desk every other day, which you normally wouldn’t expect from someone who was so stupidly perfect at everything. But the thing was that ever since Jacqueline gave up channeling her self-loathing into hating Chris, she learned that he wasn’t perfect at everything. For one, he sucked at getting any sleep at night.

Most days, he looked almost comfortable with his face on his desk. With emphasis on the almost. Today, though, Jacqueline knew he’d wake up with a temporarily disfigured cheek due to the fact that a wirebound notebook was his pillow.

She glanced at him now and then during class. From the teacher explaining uninterrupted to Jacqueline taking her notes, things were rather...peaceful. Linda was giving her a break today, fucking finally. A good day. A good mental health day. Jacqueline was so pleased b it that she decided, with 30 minutes left for class, to take off her jacket (it was barely cold inside) and bundle it up. Instead of shoving it into her backpack, though, she lifted Chris’ head very slightly, just enough to slide the makeshift pillow between his face and the notebook.

[euphoriaemporiae]

@itsagentzero​

Maybe it was stupid and hopeless, but Cormac still wanted Chris, even with him being the one who broke it off. They ‘dated’ for almost a year and only the first two months were a fake relationship. The latter part encroached the L word’s territory, but then came the university acceptance, and Cormac had to be the responsible one. Chris was about to turn down the offer, opting to stay with Cormac instead of a coast-to-coast long distance romance. That, coupled with the fact that Chris would have had a very different experience in university had he been single. Everyone should start university being single. There was so much joy in meeting new people, dating and experimenting, that Cormac didn’t feel right robbing Chris off. He was too busy for long distance, anyways. That wouldn't have been fair to Chris. 

But then, running into the other at this award show, whilst anticipated, still had him floored with longing. They hadn’t spoke, but his eyes stole short glances at the younger thorough the night. When the gala ended and the crowd moved to a second venue for the after party, as his blood alcohol level started to raise, so did his longing for Chris. Their eyes met, and Chris, still mischievous as ever, did the one thing that always got Cormac going: he spread his legs a little more, one hand resting innocently on his thigh, but much too close to his groin to be anything but. And then there was a slight nod towards the exit, and Cormac found himself following the other away from the dance floor, into a deserted hallway where the heavy beat receded into a quiet thumping. They still hadn’t spoken a word when Cormac crowded into the restroom after Chris, lock clicking shut behind him. He leaned against it, eyes taking in the younger fully. Cormac had been following Chris over the years, but the photos didn’t do Chris any justice. In front of him was no longer a lanky teenager, but a man, solid and sturdy in custom Brioni’s. Cormac’s eyes followed the sleek cut of Chris’ suit, arousal soaring when his gaze dropped down. Inadvertently, a moan escaped his lips, legs done weak as he sank to his knees. His hands shot out to grab the sides of Chris’ hips and he leaned forward, pressing his face against the younger’s front. 

This was so not kosher. 

[fateofbrxs]

@itsagentzero // Desmond & Chris

Desmond typically didn’t act in situations like this. There were actual heroes that could handle a mutant gorilla. He had powers, sure. But he most certainly wasn’t a hero. He didn’t wear tights nor did he intend to. Desmond was more content with not being found by the people that made him this way. He definitely didn’t need the government knowing who he was, either. 

But seeing a car get tossed almost into a family passing by made him act. So he rushed over to where the gorilla was and began to focus on it. Specifically, its mind, just like he would anyone else. They were close to humans on the evolutionary tree right? Regardless, he started to imagine that there were bananas raining from the sky. Surprisingly, it seemed to start to try and grab them from the air and eat them. 

[diviinitatis]

✍✍

For every ✍ I get in my inbox, I will reveal a pet peeve I have about rp.

1) istg i’ve seen some people complain about how “nobody engages with my rps like they used to and it makes me feel unwanted :(((” (but like, more guilt-trippy) is if we didn’t grow up with the rpc (if that makes sense). i started rping when i was 14, and now i’m 20. my partners were 16-late 20s, and if they’re still here, they’ve also grown up and moved on to college, grad school, maybe even their MDs or PhDs or working full-time!!! we’re not in high school anymore!!! we just don’t have the time to rp that high schoolers have anymore!!! i think the last time i encountered a minor in the rpc was in 2018. however, i’ve found several blogs whose muns were in their thirties and they worked and were married and had kids!!! we’ve all grown up and real life has gotten demanding. the guilt-trippy “no on engages with my posts like they used to i might as well deactivate” are so annoying, especially coming from a grown-ass adult who should be the first to understand other’s responsibilities.

2) fc-chasing!!! holy shit!!!! character =/= fc!!! and they’re not even subtle about it!! it ranges from “wanted fc” posts on their blog to ignoring all muses except for the fc that they’re interested in. honestly “interested in” is too kind of a phrase-- it ties into my last post with people only wanting to write with characters whose fcs they would like to fuck. it’s gross and uncomfortable, and i block people for it as soon as i notice it.

[warrioroflondonbelow]

itsagentzero asked: "Sketchy? You're gonna call your firstborn, light of your life, little pumpkin son SKETCHY? wow, no amount of brownies will ever erase this childhood trauma now..."

Things for Richard: ALWAYS ACCEPTING

II @itsagentzero​ 

“Don’t worry, yer’ still the ligh’ of my life and my wee darlin’ boy; but, aye, ye’ heard me. Yer’ also incredibly sketchy. Ye’ probably get tha’ from yer’ mum.-- And seein’ tha’ ye’ don’t want the brownies I baked anymore, I suppose I’ll have to eat ‘em all by myself then.”

[xxaussiewerewolfxx-arch]

@itsagentzero​ I continued from here 

Chris was a lot of things in this life, but shy was never one of them. When he wanted something, he said it bluntly. When he was curious about something, he asked bout it. The silence that fell upon him as he looked at Noah was not born out of bashfulness, but out of caution. He knew exactly how important this man was in Morgan’s life, and so he had to make sure not to ruin everything by being his usual, tactless self.

But in the end, he figured staring was probably worse than whatever he could have said so he decided to just go with it.

“I was trying to figure out a tactful way to ask if you’d let me kidnap your son for thanksgiving- I know it’s family time and I respect that, but I was planning on taking him on a little vacation that week.”

He made a small pause.

“And I know it’s ultimately his call, but I’m not gonna suggest him we do that until I know for a fact it won’t be a problem with you and the rest of the family.”

The rapid shift in Chris’s DEMEANOR hadn’t gone unnoticed, though at first he assumed his lack of a proper greeting was what had caused a tense atmosphere to settle over the room. That was until,the other man started talking about trying to figure out a TACTFUL way of asking him for his permission on whisking his son away on a romantic weekly getaway during the week of thanks giving, without sounding rude —— and his  POLITENESS  brings a soft but broad smile across his lips. Makes him wonder if his son had picked someone good for a change, someone who deserved his love. He certainly was less antagonistic than his previous boyfriends, that was for sure, and also not as old.Maybe things were finally looking up for all of them.

“It’s certainly not a problem with me, mate. I MEAN me and Morgan usually spend Thanks giving crackin’  open a few can’s of Foster’s lager and rewatchin old movies. Mainly the old Indiana Jones movies and Clint Eastwood movies. Even though we’ve SEEN  them like a dozen times, already. But we can always do that the week after you come back--- and  m’sure Morgan will be pleased he gets t’do something different this year. And with Morgan not being around means I get to spend the day with my daughters instead. “ He murmurs softly, gaze averted for a second as he sets his drink down ( a steaming mug of lavender and ginger tea ) and leaned over the table to look at him better. “Where are you PLANNING on taking my son on vacation? And did he tell y’my name?”