rhysdubois

[rhysdubois]

juliettevvalentine‌:

Professor Dubois had yet to let go of her hand, and Juliette was in no rush for him to do so - his palms were warm and lightly calloused, his fingers so much bigger than her own that they could very easily hold both of her tiny little wrists at once if he wanted to. She moved a little closer to him at the table at the on-campus coffee shop she had found him sitting at, just enough so that she could take their entwined hands and have them rest on his knee. She had always been affectionate - almost to a fault - but it was always heightened when she wanted someone, when she looked across a crowded room and felt warmth bloom in her stomach like a fire being stoked to a brilliant blaze.

He was a faculty member, though, and so he was understandably being careful, but Juliette heard him laugh when she teased him about being cute, and he returned the favor, so…she didn’t have to stop just yet. Not unless he really wanted her to. “Oh, you don’t gotta worry about that one bit, sir,” she reassured him with a bright, beaming smile, and with the hand that wasn’t nestled securely within his, she tucked a stray strand of glossy blonde hair behind her ears and looked up at him beseechingly from beneath long, dark, and fluttering lashes. “I’ll be such a hard worker for you if it means gettin’ to be your favorite…is there anything I should keep in mind before I enroll? Anything that I can do for you to be a good student in your class?”

Christ. And fuck it all. Everything was fine, normal even, and suddenly, there was his hand on his knee. Rhys shifted, taking a breath in, eyes scanning the coffee shop briefly to search for any prying eyes. There weren’t any, and the precariousness of their situation sent a flutter through him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He knew the best course of action was getting up, telling her to talk to the Dean, or go to her online student portal, but instead, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He knew now, at least, that she was flirting. It wasn’t a casual mistake on her part. It was intention and flagrant. Rhys locked eyes with her just as she pressed her hair being her ears. His fingers clenched hers in something of a warning. Be careful what you wish for.

“I don’t pick favorites,” he said, voice level. By all outward accounts, he was level-headed and calm. It was the squeeze of his fingers and the fire in his dark eyes that betrayed him, and previewed some of his darker and more primal needs. He could already feel the slight swell of his cock, the danger making him weak, “And I don’t give extra credit. You have to give my class your full effort... just like everyone else.” He dared to draw her hand further down his thigh, an invitation to be sure. A measured question, one that invited a more nefarious interaction as his voice lowered to something more guttural and depraved. “But. Make a good argument, and I may be persuaded.”

#juliettevvalentine #LOOK #shameless works for me

[rhysdubois]

cleodixon‌:

“i’m not one to push the topic, but i am curious.” she said with a quick upturn of her lips. “now you have me intrigued.” 

“It’s all public knowledge anyway,” Rhys noted, before he gave her further explanation. “A client of mine died. He was innocent, I lost the case. I decided it was time to teach rather than, uh... practice.”

#cleodixon

[rhysdubois]

juliettevvalentine‌:

He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but beam in response; he had a fantastic smile, one that just barely touched the corners of his dark eyes, and she decided then and there that she wouldn’t mind seeing more of it in the slightest. He complimented her, too, and she flushed with pleasure, unable to help her natural reaction to praise; the moment he offered her his hand, she took it willingly, her manicured and much daintier one fitting snugly within the warmth of his larger one.

“It’s kinda hard not to want to be charming when I’m talkin’ to such a cute professor,” she teased, all bright eyes and sweet earnestness as she shook his hand, the delicate charm bracelet around her wrist twinkling in the process. “It’s real nice to meet you too, Mr. Dubois, and I do still happen to have an open elective slot…if I took your class, d’ya think I could work my way up to being your favorite student? I’ve always been a bit of a teacher’s pet, if I’m bein’ honest, and I’d most certainly like to be yours.”

Rhys squeezed the student’s hand. Soft. Supple. Delicate. He wondered how easy it would be to snap her in two. He pressed his lips together, trying not to smile too widely, and betray the desire that was creeping in too quickly. Okay, so it had been to fucking long. Rhys wasn’t exactly one to honor the professor/teacher lines. After all, he’d been married to his. But he was new here, and he didn’t have the desire to put fired on his illustrious resume.

Still. She called him cute, and he laughed before he could stop the noise from leaving his lips. “You’re one to talk,” he said, though he knew he was toeing the line of professionalism. Maybe, however, a little harmless flirtation wouldn’t hurt. “Why don’t you start with enrollment and we’ll see how hard you’re willing to work?”

#juliettevvalentine

[rhysdubois]

cleodixon‌:

“any particular reason you gave it up?” the petite blonde asked curiously as he spoke. “or is that more or a person thing you don’t want to share?” 

“I’m happy to share,” Rhys started, though his lips were thin. “But it’s your typical Man Runs From Problems story. I would not recommend it.”

#cleodixon

[rhysdubois]

isabainbridge‌:

“Why? If you believe in it, why wouldn’t it be for you anymore?” Belle knew she was being pushier than she needed to be for the assignment her Feature Writing professor had given out, but she never did things by halves. If a well-written profile was what they wanted, a well-written profile is what they would get. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and glanced at him to make sure she hadn’t scared him off with the question. “Sorry if that’s rude to ask. I’m just curious.” 

It would be far too easy to be disingenuous. It would be simple to give an easy answer and deny it all, or at least ignore the flagrant, ugly truths. But Belle wanted the truth, and it was the least he could do. Perhaps not the ugliest parts, the marriage he ended through his own negligence, his self-doubt since then, the walls he found comfort behind. Rhys took in a slow breath and then conceded to the inquiry. “I represented a client. He was accused of... well. Pretty horrific things, but... he was innocent. I was sure of it. He was found guilty, so I filed the appeal. But in prison, he was killed. I suppose it’s the coward’s exit, to stop practicing, but... I was affected. Heavily.” He hesitated, palms worrying his thighs briefly. “Never apologizing for asking questions. Ever.”

#isabainbridge

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cheeriisms‌:

“boys are definitely stupid, that i can agree with.” the blonde smiled for a moment. “i don’t date them for a reason, but i still party with them to fit in.” thew blonde added as they ducked into the washroom. “the idea of having to put alcohol on my face sounds so bad. like i take an hour in the morning and another hour at night for skin care.” she responded to the older male for a moment. “i think that i won’t be doing that. i’ll never be invited to another party if i charge the frats with this.”

“Don’t worry about fitting in.” Rhys even hated how he sounded himself. He never wanted to be the old fuck who stood on the porch, told people to get off his lawn, and scolded the young’uns for trying to fit in. He cringed. “I’m not normally that person, to say those things, but it doesn’t matter. It really does. Fuck those guys. And you’ll only get so far with a Sharpie dick on your face.” And it wasn’t coming off. Fading, yes, which he resigned himself to accepting for now, withdrawing from her. “Then you’ve got a choice. I guess you could use makeup. Maybe hit up the theatre department for something stronger.”

#cheeriisms

[rhysdubois]

thebrandonclark‌:

“Sounds good. I won’t say no to a pad thai. You know what? I’ll join you. I need to get out of here anyway.”

“Say no more.” Rhys stepped away from the door frame to allow Brandon to follow. “I feel that way more often than you’d believe.”

#thebrandonclark

[rhysdubois]

So they need people like us to protect them.

#* - res judicata {rhys}

[rhysdubois]

juliettevvalentine‌:

“Well, at least you’re teachin’ it! Educating young minds and the like so that they can practice it for you,” Juliette teased with a bright little grin, tossing her glimmering blonde hair back with one hand and using the other to fasten her baby pink backpack. “And that’s something to be super grateful for, because without professors like you, the rest of the world would have to rely on people like me, whose knowledge pertaining to courtrooms and legal jargon comes entirely from Legally Blonde and Law and Order,” she finished with a playful laugh, looking up at the dark-haired, dark-eyed man who had introduced himself to her as one of Sunshine’s law professors just moments before. 

“But - anyway, now I’m just ramblin’! It’s a pleasure to meet you, professor. My name is Juliette, and it’s a gosh darn shame that I’m a music major or I’d definitely be takin’ at least one of your classes.”

Rhys felt the corners of his lips turning upwards before he even realized he was smiling. “That’s the hope,” he commented. “Let others practice it for me.” He was teasing, of course, the edge of it generously sweeping in. “There’s nothing wrong with Legally Blonde, or Law and Order for that matter, but the practice of law isn’t for everyone, I’ll give you that.” Blonde, pretty, in good humor, clearly. “Although. If people were as buoyant and yet charmingly self-effacing as you are, I’d be out of a job.”

He extended a hand for her to take. “Juliette. It’s a pleasure. You can call me professor, but feel free to use my name as well. Rhys Dubois. Feel free to take one of my classes as an elective anyway. Especially Con Crim Pro. Never hurts to know your rights in case some cop decides to cop a feel.”

#juliettevvalentine

[rhysdubois]

professor-smith-baldwin‌:

It wasn’t Smith’s place to pry so he didn’t, taking his fellow university faculty at face value. “If you enjoy what you’re doing that’s all that matters, Rhys.  I’m sure the legal profession can be a stressful one, at least I put a few lawyers through their paces in my younger days with as often as I was in and out of court.”

“So they say. Enjoyment and all. Sometimes, I do miss the courtroom. I assume that’s natural.” Rhys stretched out his legs, fingers tugging at his trousers, straightening himself as though that would still the raging waves inside of him. “I did get barred in Florida. Maybe part of me assumes I’ll get back into practice. I have no doubt you gave ‘em hell, Smith.”

#professor-smith-baldwin

[rhysdubois]

jcmeshq‌:

“ oh,  really ?   well   -   i don’t blame you. ”   james swallows,  shrugging his shoulders just slightly.   “ i mean, major changes are pretty common.  and law is one of the hardest ones,  right ?  i’m sure no one will   …   judge you,  or anything. ”

Rhys snorts a small laugh, humor returning, seriousness of the situation returning. “Those who can’t... teach, right?” With a smile uptick of his lips, he makes a small motion towards the other. “Can’t be worse than being a student again, hm? Couldn’t pay me to go back to school.”

#jcmeshq

[rhysdubois]

“I don’t practice law anymore.” Rhys glanced over at the other, lips pressed together in a thin line. “I still believe in it -- obviously -- but there’s no, uh... it’s not for me nowadays.”

#sunshinc:start

[rhysdubois]

“Boys are stupid,” Rhys stated, motioning for her to follow him. He peeked briefly into the single stall bathroom to make sure it was empty before he offered her inside. “Unfortunately, I met my fair share in undergrad.” He use a bit of paper towel, wetting it, soap in great measure layering on top. “It’s not great, but it’ll do in a pinch.” He began small circles over the doodling, lathering it up, trying to dissipate the ink. “What you need is rubbing alcohol. You know... technically, this is battery. Not criminal, but civil, and you can take action.”

“this is what i get for going to a college party!” the blonde sighed as she tried to wipe the marker from her face. “why are boys so freaking immature?” she pouted. “can you at least like help me?”

#cheeriisms

[rhysdubois]

“I was running over to snag some thai food. Just wanted to know if you wanted curry. Or whatever.”

“Yes, can I help you with something?

#thebrandonclark

[rhysdubois]

“Great,” Rhys started, nodding along for a moment. “New rules. I pick the truth or dare for you. I’ll start. Truth. Do you want to do poorly in con law?” Abrasive, maybe, but focus was the most important part of the law, boring or not.

“truth or dare ? alright i’m down to play.” noah said, her sight on the other person, eyebrow slightly arching. it’d been a while since she’d play, probably since high school. “so who’s starting ?”

#fiightvr

[rhysdubois]

RHYS DUBOIS is a 32 year old PROFESSOR that teaches in CONSTITUTIONAL LAW & CONSTITUTIONAL CRIMINAL PROCEDURE. It has been stated that they are +WELL-SPOKEN && +CHARISMATIC, but they can also be -A WORKAHOLIC && -PESSIMISTIC. HE happens to be into MUTUAL MASTURBATION && VOYEURISM, but won’t do CG/L && MEDICAL PLAY. It just so happens that they look like PENN BADGLEY && are HETEROFLEXIBLE!!

Ohai! I’m Ruby, and here is one of my trash children, Rhys. Here’s the down and dirty you’ll need to know when approaching.

Rhys is a New Orleans boy, born and bred. He bleeds purple, green, and gold. Carnival Season is sacred. He wants a second line at his funeral. Jambalaya is a basic food group. He will fight you about the best snoball stand in the city. And it’s spelled “snoball,” not “snowball.” Words are better with -eaux instead of -o. Geaux Saints (who dat!). He’s a Saints fan until he dies.

His father was a pretty wealthy and well-known Louisiana Supreme Court justice. Rhys and his little sister, Rosalie, grew up not wanting for anything, living in the ultra expensive Audubon Park area. 

But they had expectations on them. Rosalie was not into them. The little rebel. Rhys was.

Consequently, if someone would like to pick up Rosalie as a character, HMU. Dunno yet if I’ll put up a formal request for her, but yanno.

Rhys mainly has Daddy and Mommy issues. Daddy was never there, but Mommy wasn’t either. Hello nannies. And Rhys had this whole thing about being the man of the house, so it was important to him to protect Rosalie. Rosalie kept running away, getting into trouble, and he would be the one to bail her ass out.

Rhys went to Tulane for undregrad, double majoring in Political Science (general) and Sociology. He graduated with honors.

Rosalie, by the way, went to a year of college and dropped out to live with her shitty boyfriend, who Rhys hated. Rhys couldn’t prove it, but he was pretty sure those bruises on her wrists were not from too-heavy bangles.

Rhys continued on at Tulane for law school. He graduated in the top 10%, basically because he wanted to prove to his professors (substitutes for Mommy and Daddy, no doubt) that he could do it.

Oh. And there was that whole thing where he fell madly in love with his Obligations, and later Successions, professor.

She was pretty adamant about not acting on their mutual attraction, but he couldn’t help it. She was older (only slightly) and all too fucking gorgeous, smart as hell, and he wanted her.

So when Rhys graduated and passed the Louisiana bar shortly after, he returned to school and asked her out. They basically boned for twelve hours straight. After that, they were inseparable. Yay.

Rhys got a job with a well-known criminal defense firm and he was ultra-successful. He believed in the justice system: in order to defend the innocent, you had to defend everyone. Everyone is owed equal protection under the law. Be a fucking decent person and give people a fucking chance. All of that.

He was 27 when he proposed and they got married that year in a small courthouse ceremony. 

I am going to put in a formal request for his ex-wife, but HMU if you’d like details. She’s older than him, but doesn’t have to be by much. He’s 32, I’d say she’d need to be 40-45 at the youngest.

Shortly thereafter came the biggest case of his career. He was defending an accused serial rapist and murderer. Only thing was... the guy was innocent. But the Prosecution was fierce (Rhys knew she would be... he went to law school with her after all), and evidently met her burden of proof. Rhys lost the case and his guy was put on death row.

Rhys appealed, but while it was in the process of going through the system, his client was killed by another inmate.

Rhys blamed himself and shit went downhill for him.

Believing that he could have done something, argued something differently, he punished himself by pulling away from everyone he cared about. That included Rosalie. It included his wife, who he’d loved for years. She finally asked him if he wanted a divorce. He said that he did, but even now, he doesn’t know if he meant it, or if he was just in pain.

Regardless, he needed to escape New Orleans. And he needed to escape practice. He found a job opening at a University in Florida. It was close enough to Louisiana that he could be home within a day’s drive if Rosalie needed anything, but it was away from everything else.

Even though he didn’t need to pass the bar to teach, he did take and pass the Florida bar. You know. Just in case.

And now, he’s here.

In private, Rhys is quiet. A little broody. He’s still working through some shit, yanno? When he’s teaching, however, or if out in public, he’s charming. Enthusiastic. He doesn’t want the next generation of attorneys to make the same mistakes that he made, so he was hella excited to bring these classes to the fray.

He’s not much into physical connection anymore, which is why he’s a total voyeur instead. He gets off on watching other people. He doesn’t really make eye contact when he fucks. Doesn’t really kiss people, unless kissed first. He’s the “wham bam thank you ma’am” sort.

He’s heteroflexible in the way that he’d have a threesome and be fine with it. He can watch other men fucking people and find it erotic. Rhys, also, has only been attracted to women and considers himself straight, but... he’s open. Anything is possible.

So HMU for plots or thoughts, or if you just want to screech about how hot Penn Badgley actually is. I’m here for it!

#sunshinc:intro #abuse tw #murder tw #i guess? #anyway #have at him