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fivelakesinwriting · 9 months

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Fresh Air (Dylan O'Brien)

Author's Notes: Thank you all for the love, support and patience you've shown me while I've been on a hiatus. You voted for Dylan to be my first story back, and I hope this does not disappoint.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, references to drug use, sexual references - sexual innuendos (*established relationship - unprotected sex, semi public sex, pet names, fingers, lots of kisses!)

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The colour she had painted her lips was beyond distracting. It was the same colour she had worn the very first night they ever kissed, and it wasn't lost on him. He was way more observant than she gave him credit for. Soft, glossy, pink and with a few sparkles. It drove him wild making him think about her lips all over his, messy and frantic as they kissed in the front seat of his Audi.

Dylan licked his lips subconsciously to satisfy his need to kiss her. The alcohol flooded his head and swam in his veins as he flicked his cigarette into the street then walked over to her.

"Young lady, you have two options. Another drink and a dance or I take you home." Dylan muttered with a little nip to her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Why would I want to go home?" She questioned with a furrowed brow as she turned in his arms to face him.

"Sweetie." Dylan growled with a curl of his upper lip as he slid his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

She raised her eyebrows as she realized what he meant, his hands squeezing her backside and pulling her close. She tossed an arm around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him shiver.

"I'll let you take me home, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her forehead to his, rubbing their noses together.

"Your lips look so pretty tonight, sweetie." Dylan muttered as he reached a hand up to thumb at her bottom lip gently, doing his best to not smudge her paint.

"Thank you." She smiled as she pressed her lips to the pad of his thumb.

They got home, but didn't make it inside. Dylan was sober enough to drive, but not enough to control his urge to kiss her like a teenager left to his own devices. He parked the car and grabbed her hips, tugging her over the console and into his lap.

"Baby!" She laughed as he bit her chin and along her neck, his hands filled with her backside as he pulled her close.

"You're so fucking pretty." Dylan muttered into the crease of her neck before he sunk his teeth into her skin, making her gasp. He pushed his hands up the back of her shirt, desperate to feel her skin beneath his palms.

"What did you drink tonight, baby?" She hummed as she pushed her hands into his hair while she rolled her hips on top of his, letting him nibble on her neck and collarbone.

"Just like, two beers. Did smoke a bit, though. Shared a blunt with the guys." Dylan grumbled as he licked her skin where he had bit her while his thumbs flicked her bra clasp.

"Blunts make you a big baby." She smiled, letting him unhook her bra beneath her shirt and fill his hands with her breasts.

"Didn't always. Now I smoke them and it makes me think of you, and us. Getting high together and touching, having sex. You're so cute and soft. Just fucking love you." Dylan muttered as he thumbed her nipples.

"Liar. First time we smoked together you were all over me. Touching, snuggling and kissing. And we hadn't even gone out on an official date yet. You were nothing but hands, O'Brien." She teased with a tug of his hair.

"You make me feel needy. Can't help it." Dylan breathed out as he removed his teeth from her neck and rested his head back on the seat rest.

"It's not a bad thing. It's just funny how you were so respectful to me when I came over that night, and then the minute we lit up you had your hands on some part of my body. I liked it." She smiled breathlessly as he ran his fingertips through the waistband of her jeans toward the button.

"Yeah? What else did you like about that night?" He hummed as he aimlessly toyed with the button of her jeans, never opening them.

"The way you looked at me, how you said my name then started calling me sweetie. When you played with my hair, and wrapped us in that blanket. Then when you kissed me." She breathed out, squirming around on top of him from the tension between them. But she was confined between him, and the steering wheel, Dylan had all the control just how he liked it.

"I remember all of that, too. It was nice. You pulled my hair and called me baby when we were kissing. I was done for, and I think that's when it probably started. The whole, blunts make Dylan a big baby thing. Makes me think of that." Dylan smirked as he flicked open the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"Should we go in the house, baby?" She whispered as she pressed her fingertips to his neck, lips brushing over his while he reached a hand inside her jeans.

"Nope."

Dylan watched her eyes flutter shut as he pulled her panties to the side and brushed his fingertips through her folds. He hummed softly as he felt her drip, circling her clit and watching her chew on her bottom lip.

"In..oh...in the Audi?" She panted as he rolled her clit with his thumb and pressed at her entrance gently with the tip of his middle finger.

"Only if you want to." Dylan mumbled with a kiss to her chin as he eased his finger inside of her.

"Big needy baby." She breathed out with a pull of his hair, dropping her forehead to his.

"For you." Dylan smirked with a little twist of his finger inside of her, making her whimper and pout her lips against his.

Dylan has vowed to himself, and silently to her that he would be respectful. Not get too hands on despite how much he liked her and would have enjoyed seeing what was beneath her clothes. Slow, and respectful. He could do that.

"Stop. Stop. This is painful to watch." Dylan laughed as he watched the object of his affection attempt to roll their blunt for the evening. She said she could never do it, so he told her to try. And try she did.

"My fingers don't work this way!" She giggled as she held the paper haphazardly rolled with weed.

"Give this to me. I'll help you, sweetie." He grinned as he gently took the paper from her and easily rolled it between the tips of his fingers. He felt her watching him as he licked the paper, sealing the edges and twisting the top. He handed it back to her with a smile - all done.

"You're good at that." She whispered, face warm from watching his fingers and the new nickname he had given her. He only ever called her by her first name, respectfully so.

"Had a bit of practice." Dylan laughed softly with a nervous rub to the back of his neck.

The smoke filled the back patio beneath the large tree, the two of them inching closer and closer as the blunt ashed down. By the time it was done, she was curled into his side underneath his arm as they chatted happily.

"Cold?" Dylan muttered as he traced his fingertips over her arm, shivers beneath him as he went.

"A little." She nodded as she shifted closer to him.

Dylan reached behind them and grabbed a blanket pulling it over their legs and chest. He thumbed at her chin, smiling at her hazy eyes and relaxed face.

"Better?" He whispered as he eyed her lips, the pretty glossy paint a little smudged from the blunt paper but still incredibly enticing. He found himself playing with the ends of her hair, twisting the soft, smooth tresses around his fingers aimlessly.

"Yeah. Nice and warm now." She nodded with a smile, her own hand reaching out to touch his facial hair.

"Good. Your hair is so soft, really shiny." Dylan muttered as he continued to twirl her hair around his fingers, exhaling heavily through his nostrils at the feeling of her fingers on his face.

"Thank you. I like your beard." She smiled as she thumbed his chin.

"Thanks, sweetie." Dylan laughed softly as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, letting her touch his face.

"You smell really good, and you're warm." She breathed out as she shifted closer to him beneath the blanket.

Dylan uttered a, come here and took hold of her hips to pull her onto his lap. He placed his hands on her thighs, feeling her soft skin beneath his palms. He moaned softly as she leaned forward and gently scratched his facial hair along his jawline.

"Feels good." He mumbled as he moved his hands along her thighs, and took hold of her backside over her shorts.

"Your hands feel nice, too."

Dylan shivered, feeling tingles in his scalp and down his spine at her soft omission. He gripped her backside a little firmer, fingertips digging into her flesh over her shorts to pull her closer. He leaned in just a little, closing the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers for the very first time. Dylan worked his fingers into her hair as they kissed, her fingertips pressed to his jawline as she whimpered into his mouth making him feel wild for her.

"Dylan." She whispered against his lips as she moved her hands to the back of his neck.

"Sweetie " Dylan grumbled as he pushed his own hands up the back of her shirt. He kissed the corners of her mouth as his thumbs caressed her back, loving how she curled her body into his.

"Kiss me again." She begged softly as she pressed her forehead to his.

Dylan did as requested of him, kissing her lips and slowly slipped his tongue in her mouth while he kept a hand on her back inside of her shirt. His moan matched hers as his tongue explored her mouth, their hands all over each other. He slid his hands into the back pockets of her shorts and grabbed her backside, pulling her even closer to him.

"Watch your hips." Dylan muttered into their kiss, his hands gripping her sides to cease her back and forth movement. It wasn't that he didn't like it, he did.

"M'sorry." She blushed as she pulled away from him slightly, chewing her bottom lip.

"No, no. It's not like that. It's just that I promised myself I would take it slower with you. And these hips are making it a little difficult. It's not that I don't like it. I do." Dylan muttered as he eased them down to the outdoor couch, positioning himself between her legs as he thumbed her chin and reclaimed dominance.

"Why slow? And why me?" She questioned as she pulled at the small gold chain around his neck.

"Because I like you, a lot. And sometimes I have a tendency to take this fast and not ruin it with sex, but get there too quick without a foundation." Dylan explained with a soft sigh, looking over her pretty face.

"I'm just happy to have you kiss me, and be close to me." She breathed out as she pulled her nails gently down his chest, making him smile.

She had coaxed Dylan out of the Audi, and got him back into the house. He didn't make it passed the foyer, though. His shirt off, and pants around his ankles.

"C'mon, sweetie." Dylan groaned as he palmed himself over his boxers, pinning his half naked girlfriend to the table at the front door. Her shorts were long since discarded into the backseat of his car, her bra undone under her shirt.

"Baby." She hummed as he pulled off her shirt then slid her bra off her arms, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from either elbow back up to between her breasts and her neck.

"Bed is too far." Dylan grumbled into her neck as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up onto the small table then wrestled her panties down her legs. He dropped his boxers to his ankles as he kissed up to the sweet spot beneath her ear, breathing a smile as she sunk her nails into his back.

"I don't trust this table, Dylan."

"Trust me though, right?" Dylan muttered as he pressed his forehead to hers and dropped his eyes down to watch himself touch her entrance with his tip. A groan rattled around in his chest as he soaked himself in her, teasing them both as he waited for her go ahead.

"With my life." She nodded as she rested her head back against the wall.

"I've got you. Won't let you fall." Dylan exhaled as he eased inside of her, taking hold of her thighs as he settled inside of his love. His lips made their way to hers for a messy kiss as he bottomed out, her walls sucking him in.

"Baby." She moaned out loud with a deep scratch to his back.

"I know." Dylan cooed. He pulled his hips back then snapped them forward, the small table rocking beneath them as he picked up his pace. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his fingertips pressing into her thighs.

"I love you, Dylan." She breathed out against his temple. After the night he had, after the smoke in his lungs altering his consciousness and the tension between them he couldn't help himself. He sealed his lips to her shoulder and with a firm thrust finished inside of her, thankful to feel her nails pull down his back as she fell with him.

"I love you, too."

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annatazarctaz · 1 year

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no one wanted him around, but here he is . . . around.

♕ ( muse a / 26 / cis man / him/him) — did you see NOAH HAYES wandering around the island today? they kind of look like DYLAN O'BRIEN from certain angles? i heard around town that the SALES BRO is CHARISMATIC, and CONFIDENT, but also A DUMBASS, and SELFISH. people say that they remind them of A BLUE-STAINED TONGUE, A STRONG BASS THUMPING THROUGH YOUR CHEST, and THE SMELL DISGUSTINGLY EXPENSIVE COLOGNE, and BEJEWLED by TAYLOR SWIFT is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( gia / 26 / est / she/her )

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠 !!

schmidt ( new girl ), pimento ( b99 ), donkey ( shrek ), lumière ( beauty and the beast ), flynn rider ( tangled ), sokka ( atla )

𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 !!

so first things first, i guess we should start back at the beginning in a galaxy far, far away––except not really that far away because noah was born and raised in a shitty little trailer on kings haven island.

his parents were hippies who fell in love for one summer in mexico à la what a girl wants with amanda bynes.

*sighs wistfully* but summer couldn’t last forever. his dad went back to california to take over the family wine grove, and his mom went crawling back to live with in with her parents on the island she so desperately wanted to escape from.

he talked to his dad occasionally growing up, but honestly he was happy with the expensive gifts he sent him for his birthday and christmas.

mostly, he spent his time with his grandma. she is ,,, a nut, but so much fun. she’s a sculptor, and she always let noah throw wet clay at the walls of her studio.

he spent his entire educational career fucking around. he skipped class all the time to hook up or dick around with his friends. he managed to hide a lot of it bc his grandma isn’t exactly the type of parental figure to check his grades, but she did take his car away when he almost didn’t graduate lmao.

he played soccer through a comp team bc they don’t have a gpa requirement. he didn’t really take it seriously, but he was pretty good at the state level.

he had to go to summer school basically every summer, but the teachers usually didn’t mind bc he brought donuts and pizza all the time.

he started at nyu with a soccer scholarship ( literally the only reason he got in was bc of test scores, pretty white boy priveledge, and his athleticism ), but he showed up hungover to practice too many times, so they cut him sophomore year. thankfully, lil bby boy had his estranged, guilty dad to pay his tuition.

he graduated–barely, but he did it-and got a gig selling software, so he travels a lot and works from home.

sometimes he’s like maybe i should do something with my life and make my grandma proud, but mostly he’s like...or i can just keep visiting her and doing absolutely nothing with my life.

𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 !!

he’s uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh a big ho because hard work ?? relationships ?? rejection ?? we don’t know her here in this house.

a chronic flirt. hate him.

but !! he’s v upfront about his intentions, or actually i guess his lack of intentions, bc his grandma would kick his ass if he played a girl just to get in her pants.

he’s really chill. it takes a lot to get under his skin bc he doesn’t give a shit about literally anything. it’s his biggest problem, honestly.

his life motto is you can’t fail if you don’t try lmao. the apathy is strong in this one.

he is always down to get into shenanigans of any kind, especially during work hours.

𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 !!

best friends: ( m, f, nb ), childhood friends: ( m, f, nb ), messy ex: ( f, nb ), fwb: ( f, nb), casual hookup ( f, nb), enemies: ( m, f, nb )

hmu OR like this and get ready to catch these loving hands.

#khintro

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nottinghillhq · 1 year

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welcome to notting hill, alyssa, heather, len and rachael. we're super excited to have you here, you've got twenty four hours to send in your accounts!

KARLA SOUZA. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of FEEL by fletcher, well, it describes CATALINA DE LEON to a tee! the thirty-six-year-old, and LAWYER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more blunt or more INTELLIGENT instead? anyway, they remind me of overfilling laundry bag, stack of file boxes, messy sheets, a glass of scotch after a long day and restless nights maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ ALYSSA / SHE/HER / PST ] DYLAN O'BRIEN. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of WOULD ANYONE CARE by citizen , well, it describes ATTICUS MCCLAIN to a tee! the thirty year old, and MUSIC PRODUCER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more hot-headed or more MUSICALLY-INCLINED instead? anyway, they remind me of missed calls at 2 am, ripped up denim jeans, loud music, clenched fits and fighting outside of bars, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ ALYSSA / SHE/HER, PST ] LANA CONDOR. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of FLOWERS by miley cyrus, well, it describes MEI XUAN to a tee! the 26 year old, and MUSICIAN/JEWELLERY MAKER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more influenced or more OPTIMISTIC instead? anyway, they remind me of fresh flowers in every single room replaced weekly, all things pink and fluffy, brightly coloured sunnies perched atop her head and driving the neighbours crazy with constant drumming, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ HEATHER / SHE + HER / 30+ / GMT ] PAUL RUDD. HE + HIM / have you ever heard of THE HEAT IS ON by glen frey, well, it describes STEPHEN MEYER to a tee! the 50 year old, and BAND MANAGER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more demanding or more GOOFY instead? anyway, they remind me of designer suits, a list of directions followed by a laugh and a joke, crockery purchased but never used and a bin pilled high with takeout containers, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ HEATHER / SHE + HER / 30+ / GMT ]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON. HE + HIM / have you ever heard of novocaine by the unlikely candidates, well, it describes FITZGERALD BIRD to a tee! the twenty-eight year old petrol station attendant was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say he is more defensive or more resourceful instead? anyway, they remind me of cigarette burns in the upholstery of an old, second-hand couch, a stack of dog-eared paperbacks collecting dust on a cluttered nightstand, a folded up wad of cash in a half-crushed pack of cigarettes, a fifth in wrinkled brown paper bag, old, pilled sweaters from the salvation army, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ LEN / HE + THEY / 29 / EST ]

RYAN DESTINY. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of the liars club by coheed and cambria, well, it describes REMY GOLD to a tee! the twenty-eight year old, socialite and influencer was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say she is more spoiled or more flirtatious instead? anyway, they remind me of champagne flutes arranged neatly in a cabinet, an illuminated mirror framing a product-packed vanity, a closet stuffed with every piece of clothing imaginable, and the smell of chanel no. 5 , maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ RACHAEL / SHE + THEY / 30 / EST ]

BRUNA MARQUEZINE. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of mama’s gun by glass animals, well, it describes BEATRIZ ‘BEA’ BARBOSA to a tee! the twenty-seven year old, ballerina and burlesque dancer was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say she is more private or more playful instead? anyway, they remind me of leotards used as everyday wear, smudged red lipstick on the corner of your jaw, feathers that have come loose from an array of boas, and the smell of cigar smoke , maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ RACHAEL / SHE + THEY / 30 / EST ]

ANDY BIERSACK. HE + HIM / have you ever heard of crown of thorns by black veil brides, well, it describes KARMICHAEL ASHLEY ‘KASH’ BRONSON to a tee! the thirty-two year old, freelance artist was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say he is more temperamental or more helpful instead? anyway, they remind me of tattoo-covered skin, a collection of leather jackets despite having a favorite one, a blonde streak in the front of his hair, an unhealthy amount of batman t-shirts, and the smell of ink , maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ RACHAEL / SHE + THEY / 30 / EST ]

#nottinghillaccepted

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myriadxofxmuses · 2 years

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Basic Information

Tag

• Full Name: Ethan Frederick Harrison

• Nickname(s): E (a very hated nickname given to him by surface friends), eheazy

• Age: 22+

• Date of Birth: March 2, 2000

• Hometown: Deerfield, Illinois

• Current Location: Jumps between Deerfield, Illinois and Los Angeles, California

• Ethnicity: Caucasion

• Nationality: American

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Hetero, but attaches no emotion to it. Sex bears no connection between him and his partners. He views it mostly as a tool. He knows he's amazing at it and uses it frequently to get what he wants- rarely needing it just for pure satisfaction. So whatever orientation that is, is Ethan.

• Religion: Atheist

• Political Affiliation: None. Voting is pointless. The powers that be are just going to make what they want happen, happen. Democracy is a farce.

• Occupation: None.

• Living Arrangements: Guesthouse (in ship with @savagecuhnt they live together in said guesthouse)

• Language(s) Spoken: English

Physical Appearance

• Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien

• Hair Colour: Brown

• Eye Colour: Brown

• Height: 5'11"

• Weight: 165-180 lbs depending on his activity

• Build: Fit

• Tattoos: None

• Piercings: None

• Clothing Style: He doesn't care a whole lot about clothes, but he does know what is acceptable for his perceived status. Designer labels on everything to keep up appearances.

• Usual Expression: Somber. Rarely smiles genuinely.

• Distinguishing Characteristics: None

Health

• Physical Ailments: None

• Neurological Conditions: Antisocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, sociopathy, trauma from neglect and abuse, but he has done a phenomenal job of 'forgetting' about his time with his uncle. Coincidentally it was after that summer that his violent tendencies began.

• Allergies: Nuts, Pineapple, Codine, Coconut, bees, honey, and weirdly to him, Sesame seeds. Needless to say he is very cautious when eating out, which happens frequently.

• Sleeping Habits: Insomniac. Night terrors at times. Stress induced sleepwalking. The only time he sleeps like a log is after a kill or when he's drunk.

• Eating Habits: Cares little for food. He sees it only as necessary fuel when his body is hungry. When he does eat he can be a bottomless pit at times, and definitely not picky. He can cook he just doesn't care enough to despite his laundry list of food allergies. He has his regular, safe places to eat and that's what he does.

• Exercise Habits: None. Works out when the mood strikes him, which is rare.

• Emotional Stability: Unstable at best. He feels things, rather intensely, but is unaware of how real they are. His mind understands what things should feel like and the proper response so it fakes it in a sense. He has no idea how to handle them. Depressive and suicidal in his youth.

• Sociability: Anti social, but presents as social enough. Has very few real friends.

• Addictions: None

• Drug Use: Willing to try anything at least once. Frequently will drink and use drugs while out with friends.

• Alcohol Use: Definitely a drinker. He uses alcohol to deal with his emotional instability. He has no good coping mechanisms.

Personality

• Positive Traits: Intelligient, handsome, charming, consistent, surprisingly thoughtful when he wants to be

• Negative Traits: Lies, sees others as objects in his game, exploits others, black or white thinking, there is not really a gray area for him, reclusive at times, aggressive, lacks remorse and guilt, messy, impatience, arrogance, manipulation, very Jekyll/Hyde, comeptitive

• Goals/Desires: To feel the rush of killing someone

• Fears: None death & love

• Hobbies: drawing, journaling in his younger years, harming animals, listening to podcasts, surfing the dark web, driving around late at night alone, hunting for his next victim, clubbing with his friends unfortunately

• Habits: Gets excited when he talks about anything true crime related - only because he secrety wants to reenact his favorite killers' crimes, always helps himself to food off others' plates when out, puts on the charm thick when he finds someone he may want to play with later, listens to classical music when killing someone - it calms the voices enough for them to get along, speaks about himself as of he is different people (i.e. drunk Etha. Is much friendlier than sober Ethan)

Favourites

• Weather: Thunderstorms

• Colour: Black

• Music: Classical and ska

• Movies: Has no use for movies, although his family.made their fortune off Hollywood, he could honestly care less. Nothing is real in the land of the stars and it sickens him.

• Sport: Athletics are even more useless than the entertainment industry

• Beverage: None

• Food: None

• Animal: None

Family

• Father: Victor, comes from old money, great grandfather was one of the founding fathers of Hollywood - investing in the production companies behind the scenes. Father is now the owner of one of the top agencies in the vile playground.

• Mother: Grace, has no need to work, but she was born to play the role of socialite, diagnosed with Child Detachment Syndome when she gave birth to Ethan, the youngest, but not the most fucked up Harrison

• Sibling(s): Brother, Trevor , and sister, Rachel. Their mother felt clever for leaving out the second 'A' in his sister's name. His brother is successful at sports and his sister is borderline a genius in school. He is always compared to them.

• Children: Laughable

• Pet(s): Family pets never made it long after Ethan was born.

• Family’s Financial Status: Old money

Extra

• Zodiac Sign: Pisces

• Hogwarts House: Slytherin

• Moral Alignment: Chaotic evil

• Primary Vice: Murder

• Primary Virtue: None

• Element: Fire

What is there to say really? Ethan had everything he could ever want. Or need. His family came from money and it was just as one might expect - the best schools, nannies, lazy days and long nights, familial issues swept under the rug, no crime too big to buy their way out of. They had it all. They were part of the elite. Unfortunately for them, none of that mattered to Ethan.

His mother was diagnosed with child detachment syndrome when she had him, so she wasn't very loving. Although his nanny at the time was amazing, his mother hardly showed him so much as a smile. The two of them were never able to bridge that distance and as he grew he desired affection of any kind less and less.

However, he knew how to play the role of rich kid superbly. Even though he has yet to dirty his hands in his swirling desire to kill, he has had fun trying. Manipulating the girls around him the easiest of all his pret. They all wanted to be the one for him. The one who could change him. Mold him into the perfect heir. And he found that they would do anything to get their foot in the door with him....and his family's fortune.

His tolerance for such vapid behavior was lower than anyone could expect and it took very nearly everything in him not to follow through with his darkest wishes. But each and every specimen - no matter how perfect he perceived them initially - never seemed to satisfy his needs when it came down to it and he would discard them with the rest.

According to those around him, those who one sidedly considered him a friend, Ethan was known as just another arrogant heartbreaker who 'needed to find the right girl' to tame him. Little did they all know he was a untamable beast waiting to be unleashed.

#[comfortably numb: ethan]

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corneliafm · 4 months

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☆ –– +6 wanted connections! theo clark, our joe keery, is looking for their younger sibling, robin to their steve, and fwb. you do not have to contact the player beforehand. johanna torres, our aubrey plaza, is looking for their ex-husband, first love, and best friend. you do not have to contact the player beforehand.

☆ –– theo clark (JOE KEERY) is looking for their ROBIN TO THEIR STEVE. this character should be 26-32, and looks like MAYA HAWKE, MADISON BAILEY, MIDORI FRANCIS, JONATHAN DAVISS, JEREMY ALLEN WHITE, DYLAN O'BRIEN UTP. they are based on the song LONG LIVE(bandmates too?) or UTP and you DO NOT BUT CAN! have to contact the player (@backtotheo) before applying for this role. BRIEF DESCRIPTION: please put a brief description of the connection here. think coworkers who started at one shitty job together, then ended up working together at various other shitty jobs to the point they had a single resume. best friends. partners in crime. found family.

☆–– theo clark (JOE KEERY) is looking for their YOUNGER SIBLING(S). this character should be 24-29, and looks like DANIELLE CAMPBELL, ELLIOT PAGE LAURA MARANO, , UTP. they are based on the song NEW ROMANTICS (rival band? hilarious?)/HITS DIFFERENT/WELCOME TO NEW YORK or UTP and you DO NOT BUT CAN! have to contact the player (@backtotheo) before applying for this role. BRIEF DESCRIPTION: theo has two younger siblings. his bio states he fled from home (pittsburgh) to nyc about ~5 years ago. it would be fun if one (or both!) of his younger siblings showed up there too. up to you if they're new in town or have been around a while. i'd imagine they were close at one point, but their dad could be...a handful and their mom passed away and theo hasn't been home much since, so they might have some fences to mend.

☆–– theo clark (JOE KEERY) is looking for their FWB. this character should be 27-35, and looks like NATALIA DYER, NAOMI SCOTT, VANESSA MORGAN, KATIE STEVENS, MASON GOODING, DYLAN O'BRIEN, MICHAEL TREVINO, UTP. they are based on the song GETAWAY CAR/IS IT OVER NOW/CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS/RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME/LONG LIVE or UTP and you DO NOT BUT CAN! have to contact the player (@backtotheo) before applying for this role. BRIEF DESCRIPTION: just what it says on the tin. friends who hook up. (although it could be fun to have one or both of them have developed some ~feelings~. open to multiple of these as theo is still getting over his ex.

☆ –– jo torres (AUBREY PLAZA) is looking for their (EX)HUSBAND. this character should be 41-50, and looks like CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS, DIEGO LUNA, HARRY SHUM JR., CHRIS PINE, UTP they are based on the song WELCOME TO NEW YORK/DELICATE/THE LAKES/UTP and you DO NOT BUT CAN! have to contact the player (@untakenroadss) before applying for this role. BRIEF DESCRIPTION: jo and this muse met while jo was a resident physician in california. they share a 12-year-old son together. their marriage was happy if loveless. jo cheated on him with his college roommate...who happened to be a woman. (he was cheating on her, too, but probably only once before it all fell apart). they're separated now. possibly they're in the midst of a fairly messy divorce and custody battle. i wrote that he was a doctor, too, but it's fine if he had a bit of a mid-life crisis and changed careers. jo herself is now teaching at the medical school. i was thinking he comes to new york mostly to spend time with their son but also maybe is relatively new to the city and she's one of the only people he knows so he asks her to dinner and she's weird about it because they're exes but he's fairly relaxed about the whole thing. i honestly think that once they work through their shit they could be good friends and co-parents to jake. also, his family has hated her for years and now has a reason to.

☆ –– jo torres (AUBREY PLAZA) is looking for their FIRST LOVE. this character should be 40-45, and looks like DICHEN LACHMAN, GEMMA CHAN, LUPITA NYONG'O, ANNE HATHAWAY, UTP (BUT JO'S LIKE SUPER GAY, DUDE). they are based on the song 'TIS THE DAM SEASON (B) and UTP and you DO NOT BUT CAN! have to contact the player (@untakenroadss) before applying for this role. BRIEF DESCRIPTION: jo and this muse grew up together. she was probably the first girl jo really liked. they were together for a while, and then they weren't, but every time jo was back in new york, their paths crossed. what that looks like is up to you, but i kind of imagine them as being distant for a few years, then eventually falling in to hooking up whenever jo was in town. they're probably both in the city now. whether that's new for your muse or not is up to you, but jo's marriage crumbled because she cheated on him with another woman (and she has a 12 year old kid) so there is a LOT of room for some ~drama~

☆ –– jo torres (AUBREY PLAZA) is looking for their BEST FRIEND. this character should be 35-45, and looks like ANNA KENDRICK, KRISTEN STEWART, BLAKE LIVELY, UTP. they are based on the song STYLE/IS IT OVER NOW/GLITCH/BAD BLOOD/UTP and you DO NOT BUT CAN! have to contact the player (@untakenroadss) before applying for this role. BRIEF DESCRIPTION: the meredith to jo's cristina. the shauna to her tai. think ride or die friends, the kind who would help you bury a body if you asked them to. wine nights and binge watching and spending too much money and bitching about their exes. also probably get into a LOT of hijinks together. give it all to me.

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