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Mythea

A hot little Mythea texting log!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Mythea.

Stranger: You're staring very intently today, Mr Holmes. A

You: Am I? My apologies. I didn't mean to. M

Stranger: What's on your mind? A

You: Everything. The weight of the world. M

Stranger: What's happened? A

You: Moriarty exhausts me constantly. Trying to keep my brother safe. M

Stranger: You know it's not your responsibility to take care of everything. Sherlock is grown man. A

You: Who cannot take care of himself. M

Stranger: And he will never learn if you do it for him. A

You: No, he'll die. M

Stranger: You need a break. A

You: You know I can't. M

Stranger: One night. Yes, you can. A

You: And waste a whole night? M

Stranger: Oh yes. A

You: And do what, my dear? M

Stranger: How about a massage and a glass of wine? A

You: Now that, is incredibly tempting. M

Stranger: Good. Let someone take care of you for once. A

You: [long delay] Alright. M

Stranger: Tonight then. Your night off. A

You: Alright, I'll agree to it. My house? M

Stranger: Your house. We'll go straight there. 5pm. A

You: Yes, ma'am. As you wish. M

Stranger: You must be tired. Doing as you're told. A

You: Exhausted. I don't know how many knots you'll find in my shoulders. M

Stranger: I'll let you know. A

You: I know you will, vocally. M

Stranger: Would you rather I didn't? A

You: No, I like it, a lot. M

Stranger: My being vocal? A

You: Yes. You have a good sense of humour, and you aren't afraid to tell me like it is. I believe is the expression. M

Stranger: Well, if I'm being truly honest, I hate that tie. A

You: Oh no, really? M

Stranger: That colour doesn't suit you. A

You: Then what does? M

Stranger: Deep reds. A

Stranger: And dark blues. A

You: I'll remember that. M

Stranger: Good. A

You: You look good in everything. M

Stranger: You haven't seen me in pale pink. It's awful. A

You: Oh god, yes. Pale pink would be horrendous. Totally the wrong colour for your skintone. M

Stranger: The colour of your shirt would look nice on me. A

You: It would. You should wear it. M Unbuttoned. M

Stranger: Flirting again, Mr Holmes? A

You: Guilty as charged. M

Stranger: So unprofessional... But I do like that shirt. A

You: Well, if you're coming straight home with me after work, I don't want you to be uncomfortable in that tight skirt all evening. M

Stranger: That is a very good point, Mr Holmes. I probably should take it off if we are both to be comfortable. A

You: Exactly. You can borrow my shirt to save some of your modesty. M

Stranger: Just some. A The zip is a little hard to reach, you might have to help me. A

You: I will always help you, my dear. M Whatever you need. M

Stranger: You're far too busy for little old me. A

You: Never, Anthea. M

Stranger: Yes, you are. A

You: Don't be silly. You're the only one who looks out for me. M

You: I'll do the same. M

Stranger: Mycroft, if you weren't too busy for me, you would have asked me to dinner five years ago. A Of course. I will always look out for you. A

You: It wasn't that I was too busy. M You are just way out of my league. M

Stranger: Don't be ridiculous. A

You: You are. That's why I never asked you out. M

Stranger: And you're too busy. A

You: Not tonight. M

Stranger: Only because you're too exhausted to argue. A

You: That may be true. M

Stranger: Exactly. A

You: Hush now. M

You: [brb!]

Stranger: You know I'm right. A

You: Just this once, my dear. M I have a fine bottle of Cabernet I've been saving for an occasion. M

Stranger: And a night off is an occasion for you? Sounds perfect. A

You: Of course it is. I'll set the fire burning, put on an old record. M

Stranger: Anything that will relax you. A

You: And what would relax you? M

Stranger: It's not about me. A

You: It can be both of us. M

Stranger: I'm fine. I get regular massages. A

You: If you need anything else, do tell me. I know other things relax other people. M

Stranger: What other things? A

You: Oh, I don't know. Food, orgasms, watching films. M

Stranger: Orgasms? A

You: Hm? Did I say that? M

Stranger: You did. A

You: Interesting. M

Stranger: Very interesting indeed. A

You: You can forget I mentioned it. M

Stranger: I don't want to. A

You: Good. M

Stranger: Is that something you have thought about often? A

You: Yes. My mind wanders often in meetings. M

Stranger: Oh? Do tell. A

You: How lovely you would look up from between your thighs. M

Stranger: Oh, my. A

You: I can be quite obscene. N

You: *M

Stranger: I like it. A

You: Well then. I'm sure I'll be able to relax you this evening with my skills. M

Stranger: With your tongue? A

You: Yes, my dear. It's a pastime I enjoy. M

Stranger: What else do you enjoy? A

You: Pleasuring a woman any way I can. M

Stranger: How selfless of you. A

You: It's the one area of my life I am. M

Stranger: Have you passed a lot of time pleasuring many women, Mr Holmes? A

You: When I was younger, yes. M In my days as a field agent, I was quite the rogue. M

Stranger: That's hot. A

You: I used to be very attractive. M

Stranger: You still are. A

You: Questionable. M

Stranger: You've managed to turn me on in this meeting just by staring. A

Stranger: You're delectable. A

You: Have I really? Oh, now I feel rather smug. M

Stranger: I can tell. A

You: How aroused are you? M

Stranger: I might have to remove my knickers. A

You: What a good idea. M Go and do so now, and slip them into my suit jacket pocket on your way back in, pretend like you're giving me a message. M

Stranger: As you wish, sir. A

You: Good girl. M

Stranger: Anthea cursed a little under her breath before she did as she was told, exiting the board room and returning a few moments later. She moved to Mycroft's side and bent down, glad she too was wearing a jacket. She allowed her breasts to brush against his arm as she slipped her knickers into his jacket pocket. "The gift you requested, Mr Holmes..." She breathed before going back to her seat opposite him innocently. What do you plan on doing with them? A

You: Mycroft gave no indication of anything having changed, just nodding once when she whispered to him. He was glad for his poker face, so nothing looked amiss between them. That would be telling, my dear. I did just put my hand briefly in my pocket and, my my Anthea. M

Stranger: Don't my, my me, Mr Holmes. That's all your doing. A

You: Perhaps. Are you more comfortable now? M

Stranger: No. I'm still wet. A

You: Are your thighs slick? M

Stranger: Yes. A

You: Good. I'd get used to it, you're waiting until tonight. M

Stranger: What?! A

You: Tonight, dear. M

Stranger: That's cruel. A

You: You may have to try and convince me to soil my office. M

Stranger: Well, I'm sure your desk is much comfier to sit on with my legs spread than this chair. A

You: I bet it would. M

Stranger: Then I think I shall work from your desk this afternoon. A

You: Clear my schedule. M

Stranger: (Slight delay) Done. A

You: Wonderful. M

Stranger: I do hope no one drops their pen under this table. A

You: Won't that be a nice surprise. M

Stranger: Perhaps they'd want you to sack me. A But you're just going to fuck me. A

You: I am. Hard, over my desk. M

Stranger: As soon as this meeting is over. A

You: If I wanted to, I could take you in front of them. M

Stranger: You wouldn't. A

You: I could. M

Stranger: They couldn't do a thing, could they? A

You: No. They'd just have to watch, and enjoy the show. M

Stranger: You'd let these men see me like that? A

You: Just so they'd know they couldn't touch. M

Stranger: And why's that? A

You: Because you are mine. M

Stranger: All yours. A

You: Good girl. M

Stranger: How long is this fucking meeting? A

You: Impatient? M

Stranger: Yes. A

You have disconnected.

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roleplaylogs · 5 years

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Johnlock Prince AU

A super original idea where Sherlock and John are both princes who met online yet don’t know one another’s identities. I loved it!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Johnlock.

Stranger: [Let me know if I just lost you!!! Royal AU: Sherlock is the Prince of France and John is the Prince of England. They met online about a year ago but never told each other who they were] I need you opinions on some outfits I have. I can't figure out what to wear. [John, 23]

You: This is acknowledging I have better fashion sense than you, so I am all too willing to help. Go ahead. SH [22]

Stranger: Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Stranger: [Attached: An image of John in a very posh bathroom from the neck down. He's got one maroon jacket with gold swirl accents on the shoulders and flaps of the pockets. The lapel is black. His pocket square is black with gold corners, his shirt is white, and his tie is black. He's paired it with a pair of bespoke black trousers] What do you think?

You: Well. That is exceedingly lovely. I adore the accents, the gold sets off so nicely with the maroon. SH It's tailored perfectly, looks expensive. SH

Stranger: It is expensive. But you like it? JW

Stranger: //No JW*

You: I do like it, a lot. What's the occasion?

Stranger: A horribly fancy birthday party.

You: A relation, friend, or barely acquaintance?

Stranger: [...] Relation.

You: Ah, those awful ones you're required to attend. I loathe parties, or any kind of social gathering.

Stranger: Exactly. And this one is just to show off to everyone else how rich we are and how 'better' we are. It's awful.

You: Oh, I'm used to those. My family is the same.

Stranger: I hate it.

Stranger: So this outfit is good?

You: It's gorgeous, John. Promise.

Stranger: Good, okay. Thank you, Sherlock.

Stranger: You know, I'm considering skipping.

You: Oh really? How rebellious of you.

You: Always liked a bad boy.

Stranger: Mm, It's hardly the first rebellious thing I've done.

Stranger: I might even go clubbing instead.

You: Clubbing? What I wouldn't give to see that. Tell me another rebellious thing you've done, then.

Stranger: I can show you my typical clubbing outfit?

Stranger: I've climbed out a window in my house before.

You: Oh, please do.

You: John, I've been doing that since I was seven.

Stranger: My my. I'm not the only rebellious person here, I see.

Stranger: I ditched my family when we were on a trip and explored the city fornmyself. Got caugh snogging a bloke in an alley. My parents were /pissed/.

Stranger: [Attached: A picture of John in his room, again incredibly posh and big. He's got on a pair of jeans sitting low on his hips, the top band of his underwear peaking out. He has on an indecently right white v-neck on as well, showing off his arms and abs. You can just see the hint of a tattoo on his bicep] Tada! Clubbing outfit.

You: Exploring foreign cities is dull when you're confined to the duties of family, I agree. God good. That photograph has rendered me totally incapacitated, I hope you're happy. Is that a tattoo?

Stranger: I am /incredibly/ happy.

Stranger: Mhm. That it is. Another rebellious thing I've done. I have a few piercings too.

You: A true bad boy. Going against your families wishes, reminds me of me. Mmhm, I have my nipples pierced.

Stranger: God that's hot.

Stranger: Ears and an eyebrow for me. I have to keep them out most of the time.

You: If you were mine, I wouldn't let you take them out.

Stranger: Oh yeah? I like the sound of that.

You: I wish that could happen, more than anything.

Stranger: Maybe one day.

Stranger: Now that's all I'll be thinking about at this party.

You: I'll be thinking about it all night. Luckily for me, I have no plans, and can stay away in my room.

Stranger: Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me about your thought while I'm getting ready ;)

You: I'm just thinking about what I would do to you if I was there. You wouldn't be getting dressed, that's for sure.

Stranger: Tease.

Stranger: Trust me, if I had my way I wouldn't be spending my birthday at this awful party.

You: It's your birthday?

Stranger: [...] Possibly.

You: John! Why didn't you tell me?

Stranger: Well I didn't think it was important!

You: Of course it's important!

Stranger: Now you know. It's my birthday and I hate this party.

You: Well. Happy birthday, John. A present, for you. [image attached of Sherlock lying down in some tight black underwear, his face cut out of the shot, sprawled on some cream satin sheets, an open book beside him. Silver barbells are just visible in his nipples the low light]

Stranger: Oh, /Jesus/.

Stranger: A very happy birthday to me.

You: Thought you might appreciate it. Hope it's not too distracting.

Stranger: Distracting in the best way.

Stranger: I can't decide if I want you to fuck me or vice verse.

You: Both. God, both. You can do a lot in a night.

Stranger: Yes you can ;)

Stranger: What do you prefer, in general? With calling me yours I assumed you usually like to top.

You: I prefer the sensation of bottoming, but I inherently find it difficult to keep my mouth shut. Topping from the bottom, it's been called, if you will.

Stranger: Christ. You sound like fun.

Stranger: So you like to tell people how to fuck you, call them good and all that?

You: Yes. I'm never quiet, you know my mind goes a million miles an hour.

Stranger: Yeah, I do.

Stranger: It's amazing.

You: You're one of the few people that thinks that. Most people who like me instantly hate me.

You: *who meet me

Stranger: Idiots, the lot of them.

Stranger: I wish you were here. I'd let you boss me around all night <3

You: Sounds so tempting. I should get the next flight there.

Stranger: So much fun. And if you're so inclined, I may have some toys.

You: Toys? Like what?

Stranger: Things.

You: Come on, John. Tell me.

Stranger: Is that an order? Hm?

You: Yes. Now.

Stranger: Bondage things - ropes, cuffs, a spreader bar for when I was feeling really adventurous. Gag or two.

You: Having you cuffed and gagged while I ride you is a particularly vivid image as of present.

Stranger: Mm, isn't it just?

Stranger: I have a few plugs and vibes and stuff, simply because any man who says they don't like anal play hasn't ever stimulated their prostate.

You: Too right. I have some too. Do you do it often?

Stranger: Mhm.

You: You should take a video for me. Next time you're feeling adventurous.

Stranger: 'Should'?

You: You will.

Stranger: Yes Sherlock ;)

Stranger: Maybe I'll skip going to the club.

You: Good boy. Yes, stay in instead.

Stranger: Fucking hell, Sher.

You: You like that?

Stranger: Course I do. Who wouldn't?

You: I'll keep it up, then.

Stranger: God, I'm not going to survive this party.

You: Not at all. I'm not stopping this any time soon. Not even for your own birthday party.

Stranger: Goddamnit.

You: You thought you could slip that past me? Tut tut.

Stranger: I did for a bit.

You: It was cute. I let you think that.

Stranger: :(

Stranger: You definitely didn't know it was my birthday.

You: Maybe I did. Why didn't you want to tell me? Mysterious John.

Stranger: You'll have to do better than that to get my secrets ;)

You: I want to know everything about you,

Stranger: I know.

Stranger: One day.

You: Why are you so reluctant?

Stranger: I have my reasons.

Stranger: You're not super forthcoming either, ya know.

You: I would tell you anything you asked, you know.

Stranger: [...] You would not.

You: Go ahead. Ask.

Stranger: [Long delay] Damnit. I cant think of anything.

You: No burning questions? You barely know me.

You: Here's one for free. Sherlock is my middle name, well, one of them.

Stranger: Oh, really? I just assumed it was your first.

Stranger: What's your first name, then?

You: William. Dull.

Stranger: Last name?

You: Holmes.

Stranger: [...] Holmes?

Stranger: William Holmes?

You: Yes.

Stranger: As in, French Prince William Holmes?

You: I don't expect many English people to know who I am. But yes. Hello. Please don't sell your story to a paper.

Stranger: Jesus fucking Christ.

You: I can't discern your reaction.

Stranger: [Slight delay] You arse! You're supposed to be here tonight!

You: I don't follow.

You: Oh.

You: Oh, no.

You: You can't be serious.

Stranger: Oh my God.

Stranger: I don't think I've ever been this embarrassed in my life.

You: You're embarrassed? I'm the one who blew off your party because I think you're annoying. Or, I did. I suppose I didn't know I knew you.

Stranger: Hm. Now I'm just offended.

You: Every time we've met we haven't gotten along.

Stranger: I thought you hated me!

You: Everyone thinks I hate them, I just have terrible people skills and I hate official duties.

Stranger: Christ.

Stranger: How the fuck did we end up meeting on here of all places?

You: I have absolutely no idea. The odds are... unlikely.

Stranger: [Slight delay] You know. You could still probably get to the party, if you wanted.

You: I could. The flight is only an hour.

Stranger: Or I could sneak out and come to you. JW

You: I have an apartment in central Paris.

Stranger: Very tempting.

Stranger: I could spend the weekend. JW

You: Celebrate your birthday properly.

Stranger: Mhm. And you could mark me up all you want. JW

Stranger: Or you could always stay in the palace. Up to you. JW

You: [I have to go now, but I loved this concept, super original. Thanks for the great rp!]

You have disconnected.

#Sherlock rp #sherlock #johnlock #johnlock rp

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roleplaylogs · 5 years

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MorMor Biker Gang

My first RP with the new prompt I wrote up today!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like sherstrade, mormor, sheriarty, and johniarty.

You: [1960s biker gang AU. Sebastian is the leader of The Scorpios, a violent biker gang based in London. Jim can be whoever you like, a few suggestions are an independent criminal similar to in the show who is looking to recruit Sebastian, a policeman or undercover agent looking to infiltrate The Scorpios, a member of a rival gang, a regular guy wanting to join, be as creative with him as you wish. Video inspo for Sebastian here - https://youtu.be/OOWqF55jUaI?t=571 ] There was nothing that beat the thrill of a race. You spent weeks working up to the big night, working on your bike, spending hours in the garage covered in grease surrounded by the stink of oil. Nothing compared to racing down the beaten track in the dead of night, flames illuminating your path, contrasting with the harsh glare of headlights and the roar of engines. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you ride, leaving the others in the wake of your exhaust fumes. There was a reason Sebastian Moran had risen through the ranks of The Scorpios to become their leader, and it was because he was fucking /good/. The days where they didn’t race were slower, spent doing seedy business to keep themselves afloat, working on bikes, partying in dens of debauchery. Sebastian arranged it all, was the heart of their gang, and knew everything that was going on with everyone. That was when he started notice a man hanging around near them. He seemed to appear everywhere they were, hanging on the outskirts, dark eyes fixed on them apart from when Sebastian looked over, and his gaze darted away. Sebastian didn’t know who he was, or what his intentions were, but he’d be damned if he didn’t find out. One night after a victorious race, the gang piled into a nearby pub to get a few drinks in before the night really began, the whole lot of them raucous and loud. And there he was, the dark haired slip of a man. After Sebastian had downed a whiskey, he approached him, a fresh drink in hand. “Evening,” he said, leaning against the bar, where the man was perched at the end. His hip was cocked, hand in the pocket of his blue jeans, heavy leather jacket casually open. He wasn’t wearing much beneath, a low cut, loose white vest, and a few chains round his neck. He plucked a cigarette from his pocket, lighting a match, raising an eyebrow at the dark haired man beside him. “Want a smoke?"

Stranger: ((Reading))

You: [Thanks!]

Stranger: ((Sorry. Sent too soon))

You: [No worries!]

Stranger: Jim Moriarty had a little habit of causing trouble wherever he went, his love of all things sinful growing as he became more and more familiar with the underbelly of the world and the pleasure such mischief could bring him. In Ireland he had covered all of his bases, the police in his town more than willing to turn a blind-eye to his misdeeds for a monthly pay-off, while his fellow criminals knew to keep clear of any prize he sat his eyes on. Nothing was worth the trouble he would give them, and with his connections, Jim Moriarty could hardly be escaped. London was not nearly so easy. Though he would not admit in a hurry, before now Jim Moriarty had very much been a big fish in a small pond. There was never a challenge that he would back down from, but in the much larger city and after some very close calls with some criminals, James was forced to admit that it was time for him to change his strategy. He needed help, which was a concept that was very difficult for him to come around to. Jim Moriarty did not easily trust and those he did had so often disappointed him. He had been limping back to his flat when he had saw them first, a run in with a local drug dealer having left him bruised and shaken. At first he had nearly feared that the leather clad bikers were going to be yet another trouble for him, his fingers running across the butterfly knife stuck into the back of his jeans, but when the tall Blond let out a roar and his group all mounted their bikes, listening to his authority like a troop to their Sergeant, inspiration struck. He had known gangs like this back home, though not quite to this scale. He knew that loyalty ran through their blood and that once a member joined, once you earned their trust, you were protected by all brothers of that name, and Jim could really, really do with that protection. That was when he began to trail them, his appreciation of the Blond's leadership and driving skills, growing over the short time. Sebastian, as he had come to learn his name, was a formidable foe to anyone, and exactly the person Jim wanted to have at his back should someone call hungry for blood. Spirits had to be high when he made his move, that much he knew. He had seen Sebastian in a bad mood and it did not take a genius to figure out that those conditions were not ideal. That narrowed his opening to a night after their next race and so Jim made all the preparations he could, new jeans, his old leather jacket and a couple black leather cuffs, before deciding just how he would open the conversation with the Scorpio's formidable leader. Little did he know, he wouldn't have to. Jim let the surprise linger on his face as he looked up at the Blond, his eyebrow raising at the question before he slid a pack from his own back pocket, the box half-empty and battered. "I have my own." He shrugged before popping one in the corner of his mouth. "But I'll take a light."

You: The man was littler up close. He had a slight frame, with a pronounced jawline and slightly pointed nose. Shadow lingered on his cheeks, and his eyes almost looked black. His choice of clothing almost made Sebastian laugh, however. His jacket looked like it could drown him, and he was clearly attempting to fit in with them. How interesting. "Sure," he said, lighting a fresh match for the man with a strong Irish accent. It was uncommon round here, Irish folk. At least Sebastian didn't know many. He could feel the eyes of some of his more perceptive boys on his back, wondering what he was doing. But hell, he was on a high from the race, and he was confronting this guy whether they liked it or not. "So," he drawled, perching on the stool beside him, the picture of languidity. "I've seen you round before." A purposeful statement, not a question. It wasn't up for discussion, Sebastian was aware of how he'd been following them. "You in a gang yourself? Don't tell me you're with The Iron Wings, because you'll be walking outta here with a few broken ribs." He paused, studying him. "Come to think of it, you don't have any insignia on you. A lone wolf?"

Stranger: Oh, Sebastian was even more perceptive than Jim had previously given him credit for, and he would by lying if he said that didn't make him rather happy, a glint shining in his black eyes when he was questioned. He knew that the tough leader was going to force him to think on his feet, that much he had anticipated, but before now no part of him had considered that Moran would know when he was lying. There was something hiding behind his blue eyes as well, something that told Jim that the Blond had excellent instincts, which he supposed went hand in hand with being as street smart as he was, or rather, needed to be. "I suppose you could say that I'm a bit of a lone wolf. I've just moved here so I'm cruising about a bit, checking out races and crashing parties. I like to feel my way around a new town." He explained, taking a long drag before he blew it out, his eyes quickly scanning the three or four pairs that were watching him over Moran's shoulders. "The Iron Wings. Nah. I don't run with skinheads." He shrugged then, his index finger dancing around the rim of his empty glass. "You know they cheated in their last race, right? They put sugar in their rivals petrol tank. I hear their clubhouse is going to be stormed pretty soon."

You: Sebastian couldn't work out whether every word out of his mouth was a script, or it was true. There was something on his face, akin to a mask, that Seb couldn't quite decipher. But he kept his ear to the ground, clearly. He knew about The Iron Wings, the fucking idiots, and what they'd done in their last race. They were up to race against the Scorpios next, but that wasn't going to happen. Seb suspected that the Chariots would be the ones to storm them, he didn't get his boys in too dirty where it wasn't needed. "Smart kid, huh?" He said, white smoke pluming out of his lips as he spoke. "So you don't like skinheads, that rules out at least three gangs round here. You're clearly looking for a place to fit your smarmy arse." He wondered how much Jim knew about them, really. You had to be a certain type of person to be with them, one that was taboo, that wasn't spoken about. Sure, you'd know it from one glance in Sebastian's bedroom with his shrine to Hollywood stars above his bed, James Dean and Marlon Brando looking down on him like some homo guardian angels. But that was beside the point, he had to gauge how much Jim knew. "And you've been hanging around us. Tell me what you think."

Stranger: Admittedly, The Scorpios kept themselves well camouflaged to the outside world, and for a time even Jim had fallen for that misdirection. His first clue had been a comment at one of The Chariot's parties, with one of the more senior members letting a rookie know that there was little point crashing a Scorpio party if he was looking for broads because he wasn't going to find any, while his second was a much more insulting rhyme from the Iron Wings. Snooping around enough had eventually led him to witness two members in a heated moment behind the clubhouse and though Moran had already impressed him, the idea that he might be able to be much more of himself than he had been in a long time and be accepted, well, that was when Moriarty had chosen his new gang. "I think you're loyal with a quiet, intimidating sort of aggression and a very serious attitude to racing. Much more serious than your challengers, which is probably why no one else comes close to taking your crown." This was when Jim had decided to test the boundaries, sliding a little closer to Moran so that he could drop his voice and suddenly, it seemed that all eyes were on them, wondering just what their fearless leader would do next. "I also happen to know that you boys share a passion for something quite different to racing. Though, if you want to know any more than that, I'm afraid I'm going to need another drink." It had seemed that while most of their gang had coupled up, or at least found comfort in each other now and again, Moran did not. He had his own lone-wolf streak that Jim found fascinating and he really, truthfully wanted to get to know him more. "Whatd'ya say?"

You: So he knew. That much was clear from how discrete he was being about the subject, and Sebastian almost smiled. Almost. Well, at least he knew they were fucking good racers, and that was the reputation they held, if nothing else. He watched when the guy came closer, feeling his body heat from how close they now were, getting a whiff of minty breath as he murmured. It was nothing scandalous, but he was putting on a show for the other boys, clearly. Who weren't too sure. Andrews approached him with a tap on the shoulder, regarding their dark haired admirer with suspicious eyes. "We're heading back to the party now Seb, up at St. Stevens," he said, referring to this disused church they owned. Sebastian turned to him and replied coolly, "You guys get going, I'll be there later." Andrews looked like he wanted to say more, but Sebastian shut him up with one look, and he began to round up the others. They didn't seem too keen on leaving without him, but Seb had given his order, and they knew to obey. He dug a half a crown out of his pocket and got the attention of the barkeep. Who looked exceedingly relieved that the majority of the gang were gone. "Bottle of whiskey, please. The Irish stuff," he said, the corners of his lips quirking slightly, as a new nod to his friend. "Two glasses." With that, he was telling his friend that he would consider him, listen to what he had to say, and give him the time of day, at least. It was a big compliment, seeing as Moran had a party to go to. "Alright, tough kid. What's your name?"

Stranger: Jim had tensed when the other member approached, though he had kept his expression casual as he was regarded, more than aware that he was being assessed. He knew it was suspicious for him to just turn up here, especially since The Scorpios kept to themselves, but this was his only way in. It had him wondering whether many had tried before him. Still, despite his attempts to stay calm, Jim couldn't help the way his hands flexed and made fists at his sides, every bit of him aware that if Moran up and left now, his chance to join The Scorpios was over and he was back to square one. Thankfully, that hadn't been the case. "I'm glad to know you like the Irish stuff." Watching all of Moran's men pass, each one of them watching him with clear suspicion, had left Jim far more in need of a drink than he had been before. Luckily, Moran was buying. He watched as the two glasses were put on the table, then let his new friend see to the pouring. Sebastian was in control here and he would be a fool to try to deny that. "The name is James, but everyone calls me Jim. Jim Moriarty." His hand had found it's way into his slick back hair, fixing his do and when he flicked his eyes back up he found the gaze that Moran was piercing him with nearly floored him. More unusually because he couldn't quite decipher it. "What do your friends call you, Sebastian?" He asked then, reaching out for his glass but not lifting it yet. He was going to follow the other man's lead.

You: Sebastian had noticed when Jim tensed up, and tried not to smile. He was a nervous thing, probably was desperate to join. He'd see about that. James Moriarty was certainly an Irish name, unremarkable, really, he thought as he poured them both a hearty measure. He smirked then, eyes flickering up to meet his. "You'll find that out if you become one of my friends," he said coolly. He raised his glass to him briefly, before taking a sip. The amber liquid burned its way down his throat, and Sebastian found himself incredibly content. He watched Jim do the same, taking a small sip. Good. "So, I can assume you're interested," he said, getting down to business. "You've been following us for god knows how long, hanging around in your little jacket, you want to join us. Why? Sell yourself, James Moriarty. Convince me to consider you." He wanted to hear what the little bugger could come up with.

Stranger: It was not surprising to him to learn that Moran kept his cards close to his chest, but that didn't stop the small remark from making Jim smirk, just before he took a small sip of his own glass of Whiskey. It burned but it was a familiar, homey feeling and so it wasn't long before he was returning for his second. This time he wasn't caught off guard by Sebastian's questions, knowing that he was going to challenge him. The Blond would know if he was lying, that much was true and so Jim decided to tell some semblance of the truth. He just hoped Moran was going to like the truth. "Really, I don't believe that I have a hope of joining The Scorpios. I want to, but I'm not deluded enough to believe that your gang would ever want me. I don't race, I'm not from around here and really I cannot see your men warming to me, even with your approval." That was when Jim emptied his glass, his tense shoulders rolling before he relaxed back against his seat. "The reason I was hanging around, the reason I'm here tonight, is you. I saw you a couple weeks ago working on your hot-rod and I wanted to get to know you better, especially with the rumors.. It's taken me all this time to get a chance to speak with you. You're not an easy man to get alone, Moran."

You: That was an odd, and unexpected turn of events. So he thought... Jim fancied him. That was it. He sat back a little, raising his eyebrows. "I know," he said. He wasn't easy to get alone, and there was a reason for that. "So you heard I'm bent and you thought I was hot, you thought it would be a good idea to pretend to want to join?" He shook his head slightly. "James, my gang means everything to me. They're my family, and it's sort of insulting, what you're saying. You think everybody races? Andrews who you met earlier, never raced in his life. He rides, sure, but he keeps our books. People have different uses, but we all got one thing in common." He wasn't convinced at present. "Being a Scorpio isn't about winning races, it's about finding your place, finding your family."

Stranger: "I didn't pretend to want to join.. Don't think that I wouldn't jump at the chance of being a Scorpio. Don't think I don't want to belong to something, or to have what you have, because I do." The passion in his voice wasn't exactly what Jim would have chosen if he was in full control, having always preferred to appear calm and collected than emotional, but Sebastian's words had struck something in him. "I've left everything that I know behind and I am completely alone. I would /kill/ to know that someone has my back. What I said was that I never thought you would accept me. I never thought I could be one of you." "If you still want to know what I could bring to the gang, it's money. I take care of my friends and I know where to find a decent cash flow that would keep you afloat, without having to steal cars and sell the parts or sell weed." Jim felt as though Moran had stripped away his skin, leaving his nerves exposed to the air. His lies had been stripped away and he was left open and on edge. He didn't like it. "I'll pay you to protect me." He murmured then, voice quiet as he reached for the bottle and poured them both a full glass. "I can pay you well too."

You: And there it was. The edge Sebastian knew Jim was hiding, that he'd wanted to see. Without it, it felt like Jim was witholding, and Seb couldn't abide liars. When he almost /snarled/, Seb smiled. He liked him, he decided. "Good, now you've dropped the pretence," he said, taking a drink from his newly filled glass. But he promised a lot, and Seb wanted to know more about the money. "So you know what we do at the moment, what can you do?" "You're a man on his own, yet you say you can come up with as much cash as we need. What were you doing before now, Jim?" He sat back on his stool, looking incredibly relaxed. "Because if you're a hustler, we don't want that. We find other ways than selling arse."

Stranger: "I'm not a hustler. If you want it, just ask." It seemed that he and Sebastian were more evenly matched than Jim had ever considered they could be, and though this had not gone the way he had thought that this proposal was going to go, he felt better now that he had all of his cards on the table. Now they could really get down to business. "Part of my wealth is inheritance. My parents passed away about five years ago and left me more than enough to get by." He began, removing a wad of cash with a silver money-clip from his jacket before setting it on the bar. "Other than that, I grant wishes. If you want it, and you can pay my fee, I'll find it. I have connections and I'm clever. Nothing escapes my grasp."

You: Seb couldn't help but smirk at his joke, folding his arms over his broad chest. He was a funny one, this Jim. It would either get him far, or face down in a ditch somewhere. "Inheritance? Lucky," he said, though his eyes followed the wad of money he planted on the bar. There was easily twenty pounds there, maybe more. He should be careful, waving that around in here. "Ah, so you're a leprechaun, granting wishes?" He grinned. "Sorry love, couldn't resist. But it does sound a bit twee. Give me an example, because I'm not really following. What do you do?"

Stranger: Even if he had heard it before, Jim still found himself smirking at the joke, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. Sebastian was far too charming not to hang on his every word. "So let's say you own this pub but suddenly you don't like it all that much anymore." He offered as an explanation, scooting closer to keep away from any eavesdroppers, and well, just to scoot closer. "For the right price, I could organize a random arson attack that would allow you to collect on the insurance a build a new, better pub. One that doesn't attract bikers like your lot."

You: Sebastian watched him as he came closer, eyes locked on his. "Clever," he said quietly. "But, you see. We bring a lot of money into pubs, I don't know why they'd want one without us," he joked, tapping his short nails on the bar. "You really want this, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. You're struggling to survive on your own." He paused thoughtfully. "But we aren't a protection agency, you fit in with us, or you don't. So, you can come aboard for a testing period, so to speak. A probation."

Stranger: ((Sorry, I have to go. But thank you for this. I loved it!))

Stranger has disconnected.

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A nice Grofflin RP where Jon goes to visit Lin in Puerto Rico

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Jamilton, Whamilton, Hamilton RPF, and grofflin.

You: [1.29am] I miss you. LMM

Stranger: It’s late, Lin, you doing ok? I miss you, too. JG

You: Yeah, I just miss you! LMM How are you doing? LMM

Stranger: I’m alright, glad you’re not feeling incredibly sad or whatever. JG

Stranger: I’ve been awake far too long, ugh. JG

You: I mean, I'm putting on a brave face, but I'm not like incredibly sad, more mediocre sad. LMM But I'd rather talk about you. Insomnia? LMM

Stranger: Funny, I’d rather talk about you. But you’ll end up telling me eventually, I’m sure. JG

Stranger: Definite insomnia tinged with the usual anxiety. I think I miss the stage. JG

You: I miss the stage with you on it. LMM

Stranger: Yeah? I miss spending time with you in general, but especially on and around stage. JG

You: We were so good together in the play. LMM

Stranger: We really were, even if we didn’t really interact. I really enjoyed comndeering your dressing room. JG

You: Some of my best memories from the show was hanging out in that dressing room with you. LMM

Stranger: If you wanted to come all the way out to Pittsburgh you can come hang out in my trailer with me. JG

You: I wish I could, Papi, but I just flew out to PR. LMM

Stranger: You’re in the Motherland and you’re moderately sad? Lin, sweet thing, what’s up? I’d come down to you but we’re filming all week. JG

You: I don't know, maybe I'm just in a funk. My family are all still in NY and I'm in a boujee hotel room that just feels weirdly sterile and I miss you so bad. LMM

Stranger: Sounds kinda funky, yeah. V didn’t come? JG

You: No, we're not doing so great at the moment. LMM

Stranger: Ahhh, I’m sorry to hear that, really. I... let me check my schedule, alright? I might be able to sneak out of here. JG

You: Really? I can get you on a plane whenever you need, first class. LMM

Stranger: Really really. I miss the hell out of you and it seems you need some good old cheering up. You don’t have to do that, boo. JG

You: I know I don't, but I want to. I'm dragging your working ass out of the country, I'm gonna do it in style. LMM

Stranger: I am 1000% volunteering to leave the cold as fuck Pennsylvania city to come see you in Puerto Rico. No dragging required. But I know arguing with you is pointless... JG

You: Good, glad we got that sorted. LMM When can I book the flight for? Can they change your filming schedule? LMM

Stranger: (Delayed) So, we can finish up my stuff for the week tomorrow, and I can have til next Tuesday. So a week? That’s not bad. JG

You: A whole week? Awesome! That's great! Oh man, I'm so happy now. LMM You can help me go through my lines for the PR play! I can assure you I have forgotten every Ham lyric. LMM

Stranger: Lucky for you, I have forgotten NONE of them. We’ll get you all rehearsed and happy. JG

You: God, I'm so scared I'm gonna be shitty now. You gotta be ruthless with me, train me up again. LMM

Stranger: There is no way you’d be shitty, Lin. What with all that Disney training I’m sure you’re a better dancer. I’ll get you in top Ham shape, no problem. JG

You: Oh my god, it really put me through my paces, I've never been fitter. If you squint, and if I really suck in, you can kinda see abs. LMM

Stranger: !!! I’m going to touch them, you know that, right? JG

You: I mean, I've got no one else to show them off to. LMM The dad bod is still and always will be here, just a little fitter. I'm also a way better singer now, so, we can thank Disney and their expensive ass singing lessons for that too. LMM

You: ((Brb real quick I gotta go put some food in! Might be like ten mins))

Stranger: ((Alright!))

Stranger: You can show off to me when’re you like, Lin. I mean it. Just go full on showboat like Daveed. JG

Stranger: I love you just the way you are but the tiny improvements will only make you stronger. More formidable. I definitely cried in Poppins Returns because of you, by the way. JG

You: No one can showboat like Daveed, don't be silly. LMM You did? Fuck, that means so much to me. I tried so hard and I'm so proud of that, I'm so glad you like it. It's a love letter to the first movie, which I adored. LMM

Stranger: I know, I know but you could try! Just never put a shirt on and pretend you aren’t attractive. JG

Stranger: I did. Cried three separate times, but most of it was because I was so so proud of you. You did so well, Lin! The lamp lighters scene, oh my god. JG

You: Ha, I don't have to pretend. LMM God, you know that was a whole week of filming? Just that scene there? It's the most exhausted I've ever been but so worth it. LMM

Stranger: Shush, you’re so handsome and charismatic. JG

Stranger: Oh, I believe it. It was beautiful and magical and I want to watch you on that lamp post like 24/7. JG

You: Not a patch on you, you handsome devil! LMM I made so many pole dancing jokes, I'm almost embarrassed. LMM

Stranger: Oh, stop that. Let me admire you! JG

Stranger: Ha, I know you very well. I’m sure that almost is the key word there. JG

You: I've never made Em laugh so much than when we were filming for that scene, we had a blast. LMM God. It's like that was a high I'm now crashing down from. LMM

Stranger: G o d, you call Emily Blunt Em, I am JEALOUS. JG

Stranger: We’ll get you back up on that crest, I promise. Ham in PR is such a huge deal. JG

You: You gotta meet her sometime, I will set it up, she's awesome. I also met Jon Krasinski and almost died, that man is a confirmed god and he and Em are perfect together. LMM You're right. I just need my personal hypeman by my side. LMM

Stranger: You shut up right now, I’ll just end up quoting the entirety of Devil Wears Prada right into her glorious face. I need to meet her. JG

Stranger: You’ll have me for a week, but I’ll always hype you, Lin. You’re legitimately the most talented, kind, bright man I know. JG

You: I'll make it happen. LMM Oh, stop it. I wouldn't be where I am without the support of you, you mean the absolute world to me. LMM

Stranger: I knew I loved you for a reason ;) JG

Stranger: You’d be so great without me, you’ve got a team of hypemen, Burr I will always be the loudest. JG

You: Hell yeah you will. God, I can't wait to see your ridiculously cute face and smush it in my hands. LMM

Stranger: Oh, it’s ready to be smushed, hasn’t happened in far too long. JG

You: You got that right, I'm gonna smush you so hard. LMM Which, in hindsight, sounds incredibly inappropriate. LMM

Stranger: ... I’m not mad about it. JG

You: Me neither. Groffsauce so cuuuuute. LMM

Stranger: Why are all the best men tragically straight? Ugh. JG

You: Uh. LMM Yo. LMM You talking about me? LMM

Stranger: You, Daveed, every other straight guy in theatre. JG

You: Oh my god, this is priceless. LMM You think I'm straight? LMM

Stranger: ... ok, so I’m wrong, then. How wrong am I? JG

You: Super wrong. I'm super not straight. LMM

Stranger: The whole V thing threw me off. I mean the willingness to throw yourself at me should’ve been a clue but that was more wishful thinking. JG

You: Yeah, I guess the whole married to a woman thing does make me seem a bit straight. But I am a theatre kid, so... LMM Remember when I made that Heights promo with you in it? I had the biggest crush on you. LMM

Stranger: So you’re bi, or bi adjacent, then. That’s... wow. Ok, my worldview just shifted a little. JG

Stranger: I remember that so well, it was so damn entertaining and cute. I’ve been practically wrapped around your finger since. JG

You: Yeah, I just don't really care about gender, I'm just attracted to everyone, basically. LMM Thank god, because I wrote KG3 for you. LMM

Stranger: Yeah, yeah that makes so much more sense. Either way you were out of my reach. JG

Stranger: You did not — really?? Why didn’t you tell me that before? JG

You: I swear I've mentioned that before. You know, like I wrote GWash for Chris? You were in mind already when I was writing. LMM

Stranger: I know you wrote Washington for Chris, but also damn. I guess it just blows my mind every time I hear you say it?? JG

You: Well, yeah. I had a big ass gay crush on you at that point, so why wouldn't I try and rope you in to my project? LMM

Stranger: Well, fuck. How could I say no to you, Lin? It’s literally impossible. With those big, bright eyes and all of those words. JG

You: Ha, insert say no to this reference here. LMM You think my eyes are big and bright? Aww, shucks, ya making me blush! LMM

Stranger: You’ve got such doe eyes, and those lashes, Lin. I’d murder someone for lashes like that. But you’re incredibly handsome. JG

You: Don't do murder, that's bad. LMM [delay] Well, your uh, flight is booked! LMM

Stranger: I’m not going to murder... maybe. JG

Stranger: Oh, thank you! You really are too much. JG

You: I know, I know. Get told it on the daily. LMM I'll get a car to pick you up from the airport (not because I'm lazy but I don't fancy getting mobbed if I come meet you). LMM

Stranger: I don’t blame you not wanting to get mobbed. Am I going to be staying with you? JG

You: Of course. This is a big suite, it's got two bedrooms! LMM

Stranger: Then you’ll see me in the suite! We’ll have a lot of fun practicing your lines at all hours. JG

You: And staying up watching old movie musicals like we're at a slumber party. LMM

Stranger: Too bad I can’t braid your hair anymore. JG

You: You were always so good at that. LMM Face masks though...! LMM

Stranger: It’s the Pennsylvania Dutch in me. JG

Stranger: Face masks! And manicures. Bet your nail beds are a mess. JG

You: They are, you gotta sort them out. LMM Anyway, it's late, we should sleep. But I will see you at my crazy fancy suite. LMM

Stranger: I’ll fix ‘em up. But ok, yes. Sleep. I’ll see you in a handful of hours! JG

You: Lin definitely didn't sleep much that night, far too excited to see Jon the next day. He worked a little the next morning, keeping an eye on the flight tracker for Jon's plane so he knew when it arrived safe, and got a driver to go pick him up. So, the fame might have changed him a little, but it was worth it. He looked up when he heard the key card he'd had given to Jon at the front desk clicked in the door and got up, a huge grin on his face. "Hey! It's my favourite heartthrob!" He said, running over and practically jumping at the taller man to hug him.

Stranger: Jon definitely didn’t sleep until he was on the plane — thankfully he was one of the lucky ones who could conk out on flights — he was just too excited to see Lin. There were nerves festering in the pit of his stomach that he had long since thought dead. As if getting confirmation that Lin wasn’t straight changed anything between them. It did not, but he couldn’t get those damn butterflies to settle down as he keyed his way into the suite. He didn’t have a moment to even set his bags down before he had to drop one in order to huddle Lin against him so they didn’t topple over. He was laughing brightly, unable to help it, as he carelessly dropped the rest of this things to get both arms around the ball of energy. “Hello to you too, Lin! Let me get in here,” he said, still laughing. But it was easy to shuffle them a few steps into the suite so the door could close behind him. “Look at you,” Jon sighed, getting both hands up onto Lin’s shoulders. “You look so good, lithe. Like you have a whisper of abs.”

You: It was so crazy that Jon was here, and Lin could actually hug him, it was like a dream come true. He'd really needed someone or the next few weeks would have been unbearable. He beamed up at him as Jon looked at him, nothing but true, unfiltered happiness in his eyes. "I do! If I suck in and you squint!" He said, before hugging him again. "God, you've like, totally beefed out. Mindhunter really did a number on you, huh? Look at how in shape we both are, I'm so proud," he rambled on.

Stranger: “Beefed out, god yes please keep telling me that. They have me working out far too much for my liking, but if you like it then we’re good.” Jon couldn’t help but get a little lost in the sound of Lin’s voice and the bright spark in his eyes. He ducked a little so he could duck his head to Lin’s shoulder. “You look great, so great. A sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. Pittsburgh is so dull especially because it doesn’t have your spark.”

You: Lin hugged him tight, pressing his face against Jon's hair for a moment. God, he smelled good. Focus. "Are we just gonna compliment each other for the whole week? Because I am so good with that!" He pulled away eventually and picked up a few of Jon's bags. "There we go, I'll show you to your room, kind sir," he put on his English accent that he now had perfected from Poppins. "Follow me!" He went off in the direction of the other bedroom next to his.

Stranger: Jon couldn’t stop laughing, the happiness just pouring out of him from being close to Lin again. “I could spend all damn day telling you how awesome you are.” Gathering up his other things, he trailed after Lin slowly, looking around the suite with open wonder. “Listen, if you don’t talk like that all day, I’m going to be so disappointed.” Tucking his bags into the closet in the bedroom, Jon tossed his keys and wallet onto dresser and immediately went to the window to get a look at the view. “This is actual paradise, I hope you know.”

You: Lin put his bags down on the bed before going to stand beside him at the window. "I know, right?" He sighed happily. "Mi pais es tan hermoso," he said fondly, before looking up at Jon. "That means, my country is so beautiful. Now, you gotta make a choice. Jack the lamplighter voice, or Puerto Rican Lin!" He joked, rolling his Rs in an exaggerated fashion.

Stranger: Jon reeled Lin into his side pretty easily, his arm settling around his shoulders. “I don’t honestly care which Lin I get because I still get you regardless. But now I know now why you love this island so much.” Leaning toward the window, as if that would get him closer to the view of the sea, Jon was beaming. “How is this place even real? I’ll have to go exploring.”

You: Lin leaned easily against him, fitting snugly against his body. Oh man, this was nice. "I'll have to take you on a tour," he promised, looking up at the wonder on Jon's face rather than the view. It was arguably more beautiful. Not arguably. Factually. "But I wanna just hang out with you first for a while. Order room service, maybe a bottle of champagne to celebrate..."

Stranger: This closeness was what he had missed the most about Lin — about how well they fit together and how warm Lin was. Turning his face to look at him, he was only a littler surprised to find Lin already looking at him. A slight blush overtook his face and he laughed quietly. “You can give me a tour tomorrow morning. I am so down for staying in and seeing champagne-happy Lin.”

You: "I am such a lightweight now, I hope you're prepared to handle me!" Lin grinned and pulled away from his side, only to grab his hand. He didn't want to be separated from him, and honestly, he was a little touch starved at present. He grabbed a menu that Jon could read over his shoulder, practically leaning back so Jon's chest was pressed against his back. Was it hot in there? "What are you feelin?" He asked, reading over the desserts. He had a sweet tooth.

Stranger: “I am well-versed in corralling drunk friends. Besides, you’re easy,” Jon winked overly dramatically and happily held onto Lin’s hand. The contact was beyond nice and he practically wrapped himself around Lin as they perused the menu. “I’m feeling being indulgent. No gym time, no strict diet. Just get a bunch to share?” His free hand settled idly over Lin’s hip, holding him close as if he was afraid Lin would just disappear.

You: Lin grinned when he felt Jon’s hand settling on to his hip, almost shivering at the contact. “Sounds perfect.” He pulled Jon over to the sofa where the phone was, sitting down, half in Jon’s lap as he reeled off a massive order of room service, a bottle of champagne, and he checked their mini bar was suitably stocked as well.

Stranger: Jon handled Lin into laying down on the couch beside him, his head landing in his lap. Not that it took too much convincing really. It was always easy to get Lin where he wanted him. There it was easier to run his fingers through his short hair. “This is going to be a great night, just you and me. Running lines for the play?” It was like they hadn’t spent weeks and months apart.

You: Lin grinned up at Jon when he put the phone down, gazing into his pretty eyes. “Oh yeah, just like the old days,” he said. “Aren’t you just so excited for the play? I wonder if they’ll make us stage kiss!” He put on a high school voice, bringing up their inside joke from years ago.

Stranger: Jon burst out laughing before getting himself under control. “God, what if they make us stage kiss in the play?” Jon whispered, though fighting not to giggle again. He failed. “It’s been a while since you kiss-bombed me.”

You: “I know! Oh, I miss my surprise kissing you for the internet,” Lin sighed happily. “I bet twitter misses it. I know I sure do!” He’d always made excuses before to kiss him, because he’d just always wanted to. Jon just thought it was a prank, before. Lin wished things were different.

Stranger: “You ever just want to kiss me just to kiss me?” Jon asked after a prolonged moment of silence. Looking down at Lin — bright eyed and so handsome — Jon didn’t even bother keeping his thoughts to himself. “I missed you, really. And I had been so convinced that I was living in some weird limbo with you being out of reach but not really out of reach now, are you?” He babbled a little, the words just sort of not stopping.

You: The tone changed and Lin’s expression softened, listening to Jon. “Maybe I was out of reach for a while,” he said quietly, his heart pounding hard in his chest. “But I’ve wanted to kiss you period for years,” he confessed.

Stranger: Pushing Lin’s hair away from his forehead, Jon just kept touching him idly. “You should do it, then, if you’d still like to. I’d like it a lot.” His hands were shaking even as he threaded his fingers through that soft, thick hair.

You: “Yeah?” Lin whispered, shivering as Jon touched him. “I think I’d like that too.” He leaned up from Jon’s lap (using his newfound abs), reaching up to put his hand on the side of his neck. He looked at him for just a moment, before leaning in and pressing their lips together.

Stranger: It was like Lin was moving in slow motion, Jon could hardly believe it. He shifted just enough to make it easier on Lin to kiss him. It was tentative and sweet and Jon’s heart was about to leap out of his chest and he was sure Lin could feel it. Curling his hand around the back of Lin’s head, Jon encouraged the kiss to deepen.

You: Lin closed his eyes as they kissed, just feeling how nice and sweet it was to be kissing him properly, and not for some prank. He made a quiet noise as it started to deepen, as full of noise as ever. He couldn’t keep quiet at any aspect of his life. He melted against Jon’s chest, allowing the kiss to deepen even further, pressing his tongue against the seam of Jon’s plump lips.

-- And then it got a little NSFW that I won’t post here --

#hamilton #hamilton rpf #grofflin #grofflin rp

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Sherstrade Royalty AU

A nice long text-based RP where Greg is Prince Sherlock’s bodyguard.

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You: (Royal AU. Sherlock is the prince of England and Greg is his bodyguard and head of security. They have a close relationship but aren't together yet. Age gap please. Sherlock has snuck out with no security and without telling anyone where he's gone) Oh, Lestrade, save me from the paparazzi. My location has been revealed /again/. SH (26)

Stranger: You see, you drama queen, this is why I've told you repeatedly to tell me before you go off adventuring. GL (45)

You: I'm not a drama queen and it's not really an adventure. SH I'm just at a club, but it's a fancy one, I thought I'd be fine. Clearly not. SH

Stranger: You know you only have to say you want to go out and I'd arrange something. And don't worry about me cramping your style, I'd assign someone else. GL

You: But it's not as fun when there's someone with me, you know that. SH You, or whoever you'd send, would definitely be a buzzkill. SH

Stranger: They're just there to make sure there are no security breaches. There'd be no reporting on your behaviour, your privacy would be upheld. GL

You: Well for that, I wouldn't trust anyone but you. Those parties can get a little wild. SH

Stranger: I absolutely do not need to know what you get up to on your nights out. The state of you when I pick you up tells me more than enough. GL

You: That's entirely fair. SH I'm not that bad now, because it's still so early. Someone called the Daily Mail and now I'm hiding in the smoking area. SH Are you on your way? SH

Stranger: I'll be there soon. You need to stop doing this though, Sher. I'm an old man, the 3am wake up calls are getting a bit much. GL

Stranger: I'll work on finding someone you can trust but who can keep up with you, to be your detail in situations like this. GL

You: You're not that old, and I won't get on with anyone except you. SH You know I don't trust anyone else. SH

Stranger: We've been together a long time, that's why you trust me. You'd find that with someone new through time. GL

You: I don't like where you're going with this. SH Are you quitting? SH

You: Are you going to guard Mycroft instead? Because that will be the ultimate betrayal. SH

Stranger: It's not like the old days, Sher. I'm not /your/ guard anymore, I have other duties too. GL

You: Like what? What else could you possibly have to do than take care of me? SH

You: You've always been mine. SH

Stranger: I co-ordinage security for the whole family, thanks very much for noticing. I miss getting to spend 14 hours a day at your side, but I need to take a step back. GL

You: Then I'll find someone else to do all that. SH Is that why you've started sending Anderson sometimes? I loathe him. SH

Stranger: You need to get used to it though. GL

Stranger: You'll still be my best friend though, that ain't going away. GL

You: I want things to go back to how they were, Greg. SH Have you not noticed how I've been acting out? I was being very obvious. SH

Stranger: What are you talking about, Sher? GL

You: Good god, you are so oblivious, Mycroft clocked it years ago. SH

Stranger: Yes, I know, I'm an idiot. I thought we established this on my first day on duty with you. GL

Stranger: So clarify it for me? GL

You: Well, since you're pissing off, I might as well tell you. No harm in it now. SH I like you. SH

Stranger: I'm not pissing off, I'll be around. GL

Stranger: And yeah, I know, and like I said, you're still going to be my number 1. GL

You: For god's sake, this is so painful. SH I like you. More than I professionally should. SH

Stranger: Sher... GL

You: Yes, I'm gay, surprise, you're the second person that knows. SH

Stranger: You're my favourite person in the world, but I'm old enough to be your dad, and I work for you. GL

Stranger: Also, not a surprise... as I said, I pick you up after your breaks for freedom, I have more than enough of an idea what goes on when you disappear. GL

You: You knew? That's reassuring, I suppose. It's only you and Mycroft, understandably I have to keep it under wraps because of the family image. I'll just suspiciously remain the bachelor prince. SH Well then, this is mortifying, and don't bother picking me up. I shan't be coming home tonight. SH

Stranger: We're almost there. Don't go running off now. GL

You: Oh no, turn around, I'll see you in a week when you've had chance to forget this encounter ever happened. SH

Stranger: We need to talk about this. It's not just going to go away. GL

You: You'll have to catch me first. SH

Stranger: It's my night off. I'd had a few beers, so had to wake up Dimmock to drive me. Between the two of us, we'll round you up in no time. GL

Stranger: Please don't make me have to though? GL

You: Dimmock? Ugh, he's an idiot. SH We definitely don't need to talk about this. It never happened, and you aren't my guard anymore, remember? I'll make my own way home just fine. SH

Stranger: It's my night off, and I was relaxing. But you asked, and I came. Don't throw that back in my face. GL

You: Fucking hell. SH [location attached] Fine. Come and get me. But only because I feel bad for you. SH

Stranger: Surely you understand, Sher? GL

You: Yes, I understand you're completely rejecting my advance. SH

Stranger: Don't be like that. GL

Stranger: I love you, you know I do. GL

You: Now you're just being cruel, come on. SH I've told you I want more. SH

Stranger: I've spent at least 14 hours a day, at least 6 days a week with you for the past 10 years. You were just 16 when I came to work for the family, and I've seen you grow up into a brilliant, beautiful, bright young man. You really are my favourite person in the world. GL

You: And you're mine. SH Just give me one night, and we'll never mention it again. SH

Stranger: I... I can't, Sher. GL

You: You can. No one will know. SH

Stranger: I really can't. One night wouldn't be enough, and anything more would be doing you an injustice.

You: Doing me an injustice? What's that supposed to mean? SH

Stranger: You're you. You're the smartest person I know, you're stunningly beautiful, and you're a literal prince. GL

Stranger: Meanwhile, I'm the hired help who's almost twice your age. GL

You: Do you think I give a shit about that? I'm never going to be 'happy' in the conventional sense. I'm not allowed to get married to the gender I wish, everything is always going to have to be kept quiet. So why can't it be what I want? I don't care about how old you are, or if you work for us. I care about you, and how you make me feel. I'm miserable when you're not around, and you always know how to make me smile. You're interesting and you're gorgeous, and I know you're not going to feel the same way, but fuck, here I am. SH

Stranger: I could lose my job, my home. I'd be sent away and then I'd lose you too. GL

Stranger: [Brb]

You: I won't let that happen. I promise. SH

You: You have to trust me, Greg. SH

Stranger: I've officially gone insane. GL

Stranger: That is the only explanation. GL

You: Now who's the drama queen? SH

Stranger: Still you. GL

You: Fair. I'll come back to yours tonight. SH

Stranger: No

Stranger: ((Sorry))

Stranger: Nope, no way. You're going to get in this car, keep your mouth shut the whole way home, go to bed, and assure me in the morning that you weren't too drunk to know what you were saying. GL

You: Oh come on, I'm basically sober! SH I've had three drinks. SH

Stranger: Don't care. Not taking that risk. GL

You: Seriously? SH

Stranger: Deadly, Sher. Im putting a ridiculous amount on the line here, I need you to be sure. GL

You: Fine, fine. You're worth waiting. SH I'll tell you exactly the same in the morning as I am now. SH

Stranger: We'll see. GL

You: We will. But, I'll keep our cover and won't say anything to you in the car ride. SH

Stranger: Good, we can't talk about this with Dimmock nearby. We will however, need to talk to Mycroft. GL

You: Oh, what? Are you joking? SH

Stranger: Unfortunately not. GL

Stranger: You said he's noticed your advances. He's going to have us worked out the second he claps eyes on us. GL

You: So? We don't have to talk to him about it. SH

Stranger: My whole life is at risk here. We need him to have our back. GL

You: Alright, we'll talk to him tomorrow, if we decide to take this further. SH

Stranger: And he's going to have to lie to your parents and tell them that you're a petulant child who demanded to have me returned to your detail. GL

You: That will be incredibly believable and he'll take great delight in making me seem immature. But Mummy will give me what I want, as she always does. SH

Stranger: And to be honest, it is factually true. GL

You: I am offended, Greg. SH

Stranger: I told you I had other duties and you told me it was unacceptable and you would find someone else to do them. GL

You: That is true. I'm possessive, you know this. SH Oh, I see your car. I'll get in and we'll act like everything is normal. SH

Stranger: Yes, best behaviour. GL

You: Then I suppose I'll talk to you tomorrow. SH

Stranger: I suppose you will. GL

You: [The next morning] I don't think Dimmock suspected a thing. SH

Stranger: I told him after we dropped you off that you were in the huff because I'd spoke to you about stepping down from your detail. Building up a backstory here. GL

Stranger: Spoken*

You: Very good thinking. SH Now do you believe I like you? I'm fully sober. SH

Stranger: I suppose so. GL

You: You suppose? What, have you changed your mind about it all now? SH

You: Because I haven't. SH

Stranger: No. No definitely not, Sher. But I'm not going to lie, a part of me was hoping that you would have. GL

You: Why would you hope that? SH

You: You're so selfless, it's actually vomit-inducing. SH

Stranger: Sorry, not sorry. GL

Stranger: It's my job to take care of you. Of course I think of you before I think of myself. GL

You: Well, I can think of a far more fun way you can take care of me. SH

You: You should come to my room today. SH

Stranger: I will. I can't wait to see you. GL

You: There's no one else beside the staff here today, and if I lock my wing, we'll have privacy. SH

Stranger: I have a few work things to do first. Duty rotas and what not. Then I'll be right there. GL

You: You'd better be. I'm waiting, and I'm not getting out of bed. SH

Stranger: I'll work quickly. GL

You: I'm waiting. SH

Stranger: You're going to be the death of me. GL

You: Oh, I plan on it. SH

Stranger: (An hour and a half later) Sorry, Sher. Your mum decided to nab me for tea. I'm on my way now. GL

You: Mm, good job I fell back asleep. What did she want? SH

Stranger: To see how you are adjusting to the changes. GL

You: What changes? SH

Stranger: Me being at your beck and call less. GL

You: And what did you say? SH

Stranger: That you keep demanding my time anyway. And that you slipped out last night unescorted. GL

You: Oh, you told her? SH

Stranger: Yeah. She's already rethinking how to use my time. GL

You: She'll be assigning you to me all day at this point. SH

Stranger: That's a good thing though. GL

You: I know. Gives us more time. SH

Stranger has disconnected.

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