/RP withhhh Race and/or? Maybe a little bit of a return from the refuge type of plot!! I've got a character named Jasper who got caught by Snyder and sees Race and/or Albert as his older brothers!! (saw the ooc message!!)
[ albert paces nervously outside of the refuge, constatntly checking the massive clock on its front wall. ]
"he should be out by now. why ain't he out?"
"i dunno, al!"
[ race says, leaning against a wall and chewing on his cigar; trying to keep himself calm. ]
"we'll just... give 'em another minute."
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Congratulations on hitting 14k ! Hope you are doing well, sending you lots of positive vibes & hugs your way. 🧿✨🤍🫶🏼 Hopefully im requesting properly lol.
Would love to request bllk Barou x Detention . Something along the lines of it being readers fault they get detention and he wants to get back at them.
Thank you ✨
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barou had a habit of of getting detention since we somehow always ended up fighting with someone, and he couldn't argue since it was always his fault but today it was you who bumped into him when he was on his way to practice, and he ended up collapsing against the art stratue in your hand that you were supposed to take back to the art room.
"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled but the crash of the ceramic had already caught your homeroom teacher's attention, and since he is always so hot headed, the teacher thought it was his fault and made him sit detention. before you got a chance to explain the professor made him apologize to you and was dragging him to the class. he missed his practice that day because of you. he was so furious and determined to make you pay for it.
the next day he before you arrived to the class, barou had spread color on your desk and you didn't notice so when you came, you just sat on it, ruining your dress. the whole class was laughing and so was the whole class. judging by the look he gave you, you knew it was him but you said nothing and excused yourself to the washroom with the saddest expression on your face.
"Good morning class. Let's start with the literature review today—Oh, Barou, sorry for yesterday. Y/n apologized and cleared that it was her fault later. To make it up to you, you don't need to do today's homework."
His smile dropped so fast. He now feels like the worst human on this planet, and he hurried to the washroom.
A random girl bumoed into him. "Eww creep this is a girl's washroom. can't you see?"
All he could do now was wait till you came out. And you did, with wet bottoms, and sniffling.
"hey...uh—i am so sorry. i was so pissed and i swear i didn't know you told him. uhm—hey...please don't cry. i will apologize to you in front of everyone."
"that's alright."
He felt so bad and he just wanted to do something to make it up to you. He removed his sweatshirt and tied it around your waist.
"There. This might help. I'll get you another jean just tell which brand, okay? Friends?"
You felt your cheeks heat up. "Hmm" you smiled and he felt so relaxed
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What do you know about emancipation
And not the historical kind. The kind that lets a minor have custody of themselves.
— @midtown-braincell-holder
Well, in most states the age of majority is 18 years. After that someone is no longer a minor and can legally have custody over themselves.
If one is not over the age of 18, they can go to court to gain emancipated legal status.
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request: jamie x actress reader!
love your writing 💚
this turned out to be more a lil angstier that i expected but y'all KNOW ME
"You're nervous."
Jamie jumps, bow tie unmade and tangled in his fingers. "I- no. No, what? 'm not."
"Jay," your voice drips with sympathy, tilting your head to the side as you put on your earring. "I told you, you don't have to come if you don't want to. We don't have to do this if we're not ready."
This being announcing your relationship to the world. Somehow you'd managed to keep it lowkey, this thing between you, only your families and closest friends (and the entirety of AFC Richmond, of course) aware of how happy you and Jamie were in a relationship with each other.
But now both your publicists have given you the green light and you've been sitting on the announcement for weeks, figuring out the best way to do it. It was a matter of luck, or maybe a little nudge from the universe, that the Emmys came around just before Jamie had to be back in England for preseason. It was all perfect, a little too good to be true.
Which is why you're threading lightly.
You still his shaking hands by taking them in yours, leaving the bowtie on the table, and kissing his knuckles. "You know, I still think an Instagram post isn't the worst idea. Have you gotten your password back from Keeley?"
"No," Jamie shakes his head firmly, expression determined even if some nervousness lingers underneath it. "No, angel, 'm ready. Promise. I wanna be there to snog your pants off when you win."
"If I win," you smile at his relentless faith in you and the picture he paints. You can't say you don't like the sound of that. "And I'm not wearing pants. And you haven't looked me in the eye since we started getting ready."
Jamie's jaw tightens in frustration, meeting your stare just to show you he can, even if he looks away too quickly. You say softly, "Baby, I'm serious. I know you support me whether you're there or not. Whatever you chose, we've got each other's backs. A hundred percent."
"'s not that," Jamie mutters, slipping closer so he can press a kiss to your forehead without disrupting your hair or your clothes. Your stylist would kill him if she saw anything out of place after it took hours to doll you up. "I want to, angel, 'course I want to. I just- you have to be sure."
"You frown, reaching for him when he goes to take a step back, keeping him close. "What, about coming out together?"
Jamie shrugs, small and dejected. "'bout us, more like."
Realization dawns on you like a horrible, cold splash of water to the face. "I am," you say slowly, hesitating. "...Aren't you?"
Jamie looks at you like you're insane. "Of course I am, that's not what I mean. But if- after we do this there's no going back for you. No more secrets. No more take backsies. Everyone'll know."
"Take backsies," you scoff, glam be damned you cup his face in your hands and get real close.
"Honey," you say, soft and fierce all the same. "Look at me. Are you looking at me?"
"Yes, coach," he teases, and you barely refrain from flicking him on the forehead.
"I'm sure," you say and mean it. Falling in love with Jamie happened effortlessly but it was every day that you chose to be with him, a decision you haven't even thought of regretting. "You were never meant to be a secret, Jamie. And if I did something to make you think that was my intention-"
He cuts you off with a kiss, his previous restraint gone. Some things are more important than composure, you suppose.
He draws back, breathless, holding your chin in his hand and thumbing at the corner of your mouth where your lipstick is probably smudged. "You're perfect. 'm just being dumb, baby, I know you love me. I want you to be happy, 's all."
You frown. "It's not dumb if it upsets you."
"And I promise to talk about it tomorrow," he says as solemnly as you know Jamie's capable of being before he surges to kiss you again with the energy you usually associate with him.
"But tonight we're celebrating you. And every single one of those statue things we're taking home with us. Let's go knock 'em dead, sweetheart."
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