He had no idea what was going on. One moment, he's having a normal day. The next… he's tied up with a bow on his head, naked, waiting with fear in his eyes on someone else's bed.
"Surprise!" His captors yell when the man comes in. A birthday party, and the man was the present.
So, it's my birthday, and I need a good old fashioned accidental ownership romance.
I'd like to be the birthday boy, of course <3
((Okay, I know I just dropped an rp with you about like a week ago, but I must admit, I'm lowkey interested. You can turn me down or something, that''s fine, but I would like to roleplay this with you.))
(Naw, I totally understood why you did! I'd love to do this I with you!)
((Cool beans! I'll have a character up in a little bit!))
((If it’s okay with y’all, I’m gonna stalk the hell out of this rp XD it just seems so interesting))
(Aww, I’m too late for this. Mind if I stalk or would that make you uncomfortable?)
(Actually on that point would you mind if I stole this idea? I kinda genuinely wanna do this with someone.)
(STALKING)
(. @Calanthe perfect!)
(. @Max_Miracle_IsBackInSchool sounds good to me lol)
(. @Starlight-Starbright I'd be totally down with doing a pm or make a public thread where we do this together!)
(. @Wolfy EPIC)
(. @Starlight-Starbright I'd be totally down with doing a pm or make a public thread where we do this together!)
(We could do it in a PM if that’s okay? I love exploring more messed up dynamics and we can negotiate the exact content. Mind if I start the PM?)
(Sure, go right ahead!)
"Why am I here to begin with?"
Name: Brennon Rush Haslam
Nickname(s?): Bren/Bran
Gender: Male
Sexuality: "Uhm, I'm straight." " Mainly . . ."
DOB: October 12
Star sign: "I'm a Libra, can't you tell?"
"N-no, I don't want to talk about this. I-I don't want to talk to you about anything."
Looks: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7c/26/e5/7c26e59ba2a60dc8ad812bb263b83bb3.jpg
Personality: "Personality-wise, well uhm I'm me." . . . "Oh, is that not a good enough answer, well uhm rude, but okay. I'm kind of just that person who's kind of always there. I mean in a good way, I'm there for my friends and stuff, and I like to hang out with them, even though I don't really talk much." Indifferent shrug "Well, uhm, I guess in layman's terms, I'm just that one quiet friend, I'll listen to your problems and try to help you out, but I never really have too much to say to begin with. Also, I normally pay for people's food and stuff, even if they have money and stuff. As I said, I'm just that one friend.
"Uh, I swear, I need some alone time, not bother me and try to get me out of the house time!"
"Well, had you listened to me in the first place we wouldn't be in this situation now would we? Now, do you still want your GoGurt?" ((Him practically momming his friends))
History: ((Being the dumb person I am, I'll share his history in the rp, then add it onto this))
"I like having my space, just like any sane person would. Not saying that I am sane, but you know . . ."
Likes: "Uhm, does being alone count as a hobby?"
Dislikes: "Everyone, the world, lifeeeeee"
Favorite color: "I don't like that many colors." . . ."Okay fine, yellow, like a mustard yellow, not a shade lighter, or a shade darker."
Favorite food and drink: "I think my favorite food would be a vegetarian chicken sandwich. I'm not even a vegetarian, but I really like that one food. And uhm drink, I think it would be water, after apple juice, don't judge."
Favorite instrument: ". . ."
Hobbies: "I like to read, a lot."
"Nope nope nope nopity nope nope."
Favorite song: Dancing In the Moonlight
Playlist:
-Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin
-Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by the Platters
-I Hate Shakespeare from Something Rotten
-Gold by Imagine Dragons
-((Really random, but since he pretty much hangs around three year olds)) Veggie Tale Remix by Shama Mremra
Favorite lyrics/lyrics that most describe him: ". . ." Probably just instrumental.
"I'm giving up, it's been twenty minutes and you still haven't been able to turn on the damn stove."
Other: "Uhm, I'm left handed, if that's cool, or counts as something you need to know."
Author's note: I didn't have too much on him, so it's chill.
"Uhm, I'm bored, so I'm going to just yell at you now."
Name: Sebastian Merrow
Nicknames: Seb, Sebby (if you want to die, lol)
Age: 20
DOB: November 27
Gender: male, he/him
Sexuality: bi
Race: human
Looks:
Personality: Sebastian is cold. He holds himself above others, his eyes boaring into them. He won't show weakness, even to friends, simply choosing to stay quiet most of the time. He has some… strange tendencies, as well.
Background: Sebastian owns a giant tobacco company, passed down for many generations. They're one of the biggest suppliers of cigars in the world. And one of the most corrupt in the field. Sebastian isn't above paying to have smaller competitors… ah, strangled in the market. His mother died in a car accident after trying to raise her son to be a good person against his father's will. Sebastian's father felt extremely guilty about this, esessially spoiling Sebastian after this. Accustiomed to getting what he wants now, he'll do anything to stay on top.
Likes: physical affection, music, control
Dislikes: Attention, memories
Strengths: Sebastian is physically strong, and he excels at strategy
Weaknesses: he's hard to connect with, and he isn't very good at expression his thoughts and feelings when need be.
Fears: pain, being forgotten
Pets: A black cat named Sarah
Powers: n/a
Other:
((Ooh, I like him, but how would you like to start?))
(Hmmm… I think a good place to start would be Sebastian coming home to find Bren on the bed? Or should we roleplay him getting caught? Also, ideas as to how he got into this mess in the first place?)
((Personally, I do think that either or would be a good starter. And as to how he was caught, well Bren tends to have a large friend group -not that they ever pay too much attention to him- but I was thinking perhaps one of the girls/guys in his group possibly got involved with the business of Sebastian, although not exactly directly involved with him, probably just doing some dirty work. Then after a little bit, they get scared and confide in Bren. Bren being the Karen/mom that he is would probably try to get the friend out of the situation, ultimately failing, and getting himself in the position he is now. Utterly at the mercy of the men who he messed with, and seem to have ulterior ideas, rather than killing him then and there. How's that?))
(Oooooo, I like it! I think it would be fun to start with him on the bed. Shall I start?)
((Please do!))
((Also, happy birthday!!))
(Aaaaah, thank you!)
Sebastian was tired. He'd been bombarded with work all day, both his day and… true work, and it had worn him out. Who knew torture could be so grueling? The last thing he needed was a surprise party, but he knew one was coming. How could it not, with his friends? They were always so extra, so twisted. If he got the severed head of a rival one more time, he'd lose it. He lit a cigar, closing his eyes a moment before opening the door to his apartment, waiting for the surprise.
When it didn't come, Sebastian looked around suspiciously. He slowly made his way inside and closing the door. Still, no jumpscare. Sebastian frowned softly. He set his bag down, finally opening the door to his bedroom.
"Surprise!!" His friends yelled, one of them setting off a little party popper.
Brennon honestly had no clue what he was getting into when his friend told him that she was in trouble. He knew that it would have to be somewhat important due to the ugerncy in her voice. But never, not in a million years would he have been able to dream up what would ever happen to them. She had told him that they -he had no clue who this they was- would be collecting money from her, and that she wanted to him to basically tell them off. When they got there -there being a dark and foreboding alleyway that seemed to have seen better days- she got out of the car, walking towards people Bren had never seen before. They moved deeper into the alley, then Bren heard a scream, I guess things aren't going all too well amoung them. . . he thought as he rushed out of the car, only to see the girl's body on the ground, bleeding out. He looked at the men in disbelief, and for some idiotic reason, began to try and wrestle the gun out of the man's hand. But that ultimately didn't go well, and Bren soon found himself pinned against the wall, the gun against his head. This must be the end then . . ., he thought sadly, waiting for the gun to fire, but it didn't. The two men who were there began to talk to eachother in hushed tones, so quiet that he couldn't hear what they were saying. After a few seconds, the pair turned back around to face him, and the next thing he felt was the butt of the gun making contact with his head.
Hours later, he woke up, and glanced around. He knew that something bad had happened, but he wasn't sure quite what, his head was still pretty foggy. He tried to move his arms to make himself comfortable, but something wasn't right, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move them, the same thing was happening with his feet. He tried moving violently, only to be meet with a tight cutting sensation to his arm. He looked down then realized, Oh shit, I'm tied up for some dumb ass reason. He looked around the room to see the same men from earlier, and some others sitting around the room, but no one seemed to notice him. He looked to his left and right and saw gift bags and cards strewn all over the bed. "Oh god, I'm a birthday gift!!!" Well, that's what he would have screamed had he not had a piece of tape over his mouth. Not enjoying the situation at all, and not particulary enjoying the fact that he was in the nude either, he tried to slowly pull the bed sheets somewhat over him, and failing due to his somewhat extreme predicament. Wondering how much longer this humiliation would last, he heard the door to the room open, and another man walked in. He was hoping that he was as invisible as the other men were treating him, and that this new man wouldn't hurt him, but it didn't seem like that would be the case at all.
((You don't have to post that much in response, I'm just feeling really inspired right now))
Sebastian brushed some confetti off of his shoulder, sighing.
"Might I ask why there's a twink on my bed?" One of Sebastian's friends spoke up.
"It's a birthday gift." Sebastian let out another long sigh.
"And why is he naked?" The friend shrugged.
"We figured it'd be funny. He was with that Skya girl, the one who owed all the money. Tried to take my gun away." The man chuckled a bit. Sebastian stepped over, looking the man up and down. He sighed a third time, perhaps a new record.
"Better than a severed head," He said, looking pointedly at another of his friends. They held up their hands, laughing. Sebastian pulled the blanket up over the man on the bed, covering up his exposed areas. He was honestly done with the day already. He reached up, carefully teasing the tape off.
"At least he's cute."
(Are you kidding I love it, I wish I could do that much lol)