Love in Black and White
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Independent ROTG RP blog


{strip club} To say he was surprised was an understatement. Jack was baffled. Sure, he knew Oliver was secretive most of the time, but this, this was something completely new. Weaving his way through the crowd, mostly consisting of women, though he saw men as well, he reaches the little stage. "Oliver." He hisses. "What the fuck are you doing?"




Oliver’s eyes fell on him immediately at the sound of his name, the familiar white hair easy to pick out in a crowd. He made his way to the edge of the stage, hips swaying as he walked. The boy looked nearly unrecognizable: his eyes were smudged and smoky with makeup, his hair covered by a wig longer than his own hair and pulled back in a messy ponytail, his piercings replaced with gleaming black studs that matched a collar around his throat and a pair of shorts slung low on his hips which doubled as a garter belt for the sheer thigh-highs that covered his pale skin. He raised an eyebrow and called over his shoulder and made his way to the edge of the stage as another dancer moved to take his place. Oliver took Jack’s wrist the moment he was close enough and tugged him towards the back rooms, walking surprisingly steadily in heels.

«You’re his boyfriend, right? Don’t use my name here, or his, or yours for that matter. Stage name’s Spade, you use it here an’ nowhere else, an’ don’t fuckin’ tell anyone.»

He nodded to a girl stationed outside of the row of curtained entrances and she let them pass, Oliver choosing one at random and closing the covering behind them. He released Jack only then and stepped away. The area was mostly filled by a large, plush couch that Oliver immediately sat down on and kicked off his shoes. He looked up at Jack expectantly.

«You gonna keep starin’ or you gonna tell me why you’re here?»

Oliver took off early. His shift was nearly over anyway and he wasn’t in the right mindset to keep dancing; instead his thoughts kept drifting back to the pair as he headed into the back room to change. The wig came off first, stored carefully on his own stand, followed by the collar and shoes. He had the area to himself for once so he had the luxury of taking his time, stretching carefully before slipping into slim gray jeans and an overlarge hoodie. It felt good after a shift to be covered up and clean, though he replaced the dramatic makeup with his usual faint eyeliner for comfort’s sake. Whatever he did now as far as his appearance was for his sake and no one else’s; His parents would be asleep by now, and even if he didn’t come home he had a feeling they’d never know he was gone until one needed him for something.

He left the alert bracelet in his locker, laced on his worn boots, checked his pocket for his wallet and phone, and slipped out through the employee’s exit before anyone else showed up. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he started the long walk to the bus stop, but spotted two familiar figures near the building and slowed. Why hadn’t Jack and his friend gone yet?

Jack was in shock. That was the right term, wasn’t it? Or maybe it was hate, or even disgust. He stares at Frost, the dark haired boy with puffy eyes from crying and drinking and a look of pure hatred for himself. What was he meant to say?

Not only did Frost just come out and tell him that he and Adam used to date, and the things he’d done to him, but he’d also drunkenly confessed what his cousin did, and the look on his face right now was one that screamed he made a mistake by saying anything.

How long had Frost intended to keep this secret from Jack? How long was he going to be his friend and know that everyday he saw Jack and Adam together, he was reminded of the things he’d done? Jack was dumbfounded, and angry, and he wanted to just leave him there.

Instead, Jack takes a step forward and without a thought, whips his hand across Frost’s face, before turning and moving a little bit away to breathe properly.

He was still too far to tell the figures apart when the slap rang out, but Oliver was instantly on the alert.

«Hey!» he shouted out, breaking into a sprint and aiming for the boy who’d pushed the other in case he tried anything else. His brow furrowed upon discovering that it had been Jack, and he came to a halt beside them. His eyes went between a pale, angry looking Jack and the drunk from inside, and he pushed back his hood to shoot them both an annoyed glare.

«What’s the problem? It’s fuckin’ dangerous here, go home already.»

Anonymous said:
Vampire Werewolf Ghost Mermaid Siren Incubus

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

"We’re already pretty close to immortal."

«Rather not get any closer.»

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

«Technically we’re the same person, right? So we don’t count?»

"Our Jack then, definitely."

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

«Lettin’ people control me, before.»

"Not staying with Spade after our first encounter."

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

"If we love each other, I’ll go to the ends of the Earth for them."

«Far as it takes.»

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

«Defend each other.»

"Be kinder."

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

«I’m done messin’ around with people I don’t love.»

"Have a very good reason."

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Adam felt the timer stop rather than saw it. The ticking beneath his skin that had been present for as long as he could remember, the white noise that formed the background of his life, simply ended. Despite the full classroom and the friendly chatter around him he felt the silence settle into him like a living thing—or in this case, more aptly, a dead one. He forced himself to push down the cold swell of dread and focus instead on the surprise, on the fact that this knowledge was a foreshadowing rather than a death sentence.
He blinked at the boy who’d asked to borrow a pen, gray eyes meeting blue behind the lenses of his thick glasses, and after a moment forced an easy smile onto his pale face as he nodded. He considered the stranger as he dug for a spare; he was unusual looking with his white hair and bright eyes, but not unpleasantly or threateningly so. He could make the most of this. Just because this boy would lead to his end didn’t mean he was a murderer. There was no reason they shouldn’t get along.
He passed the pen to his classmate with the same smile, genuine this time if a little nervous.
“I’m Adam, Adam Arrow. What’s your name?”

"No—well, yeah, yes, but don’t get worried now," he said firmly. "Everyone dies, remember? If it wasn’t you it would be someone else, I mean, you don’t seem like a serial killer or something, I’m not really worried." Adam looked earnest, if a little apologetic. Oliver on the other hand, looked wary, taking Adam’s hand protectively as they walked.

Jack takes notice of Oliver’s protection, and sighs. How would Adam’s brother feel knowing that Adam had potentially agreed to a date with the person who was meant to be the cause of his death? Clearly not good. Jack would be lucky if Oliver dared to leave the two of them alone. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes softly. “I can stay away; that could be easier.”

"It’s not your fault, and you don’t have to stay away," Adam said firmly. Oliver tried to protest, but the older boy turned on him. "He’s not going to murder me, stop that! Remember everything you just said? We can all get along!"
Oliver grumbled, but relaxed a little reluctantly. «Who was your timer, Jack?» He asked.

<<I never hated you.>> Human AU?






{I was thinking Frost, but I think Jack might work better for this situation.

Oh, well wasn’t that a relief. At least, it should have been. Here Jack was, falling for someone who always treated him like he disliked him. Here he was, letting himself fall this hard over this boy even though he already had Adam. Right?

"I guess I should be happy about that?" He questions, then nods to himself. Right. Relief. Oliver didn’t hate him. Oliver was just… Oliver. "So what was it?" He counters. "You just wanted to confuse me? Wanted to make me think you hated me?” He takes a step towards him, blue eyes gazing at him. “Well let me tell you, Oliver.” He jabs his chest. “You confuse me. You confuse me like no one else. You make me feel this…this stupid adoration and love for you, but you push me away and make me feel like you hate me.

Then you show up and tell me you never hated me?” Jack shakes his head. “What game do you think you’re playing with my heart? With my feelings?” He wasn’t even angry at Oliver. He was just confused and this new information gave him hope he knew he shouldn’t have. “Well let me tell you, sir, you’ve got to prove it to me. I don’t want some stupid words. Fucking prove it.”

«Cute,» he observed, no trace of sarcasm in his voice. Adam thought the smile on Oliver’s face looked genuine, if hesitant. «I like the name.»
"Come on, I’ll get us a table."
Oliver insisted on holding the door open for both of them.

Jack steps inside after Adam, but reaches back to grab Oliver’s hand and tug him up next to him with a soft smile. “If you like it, we could make this our place.” He murmurs gently.

«I do, it’s sweet.» He meant it: the café was undeniably cozy and inviting, intimate without being cramped, and the smell in the air was nothing short of heavenly. Oliver took a moment to breathe it in, and Adam smiled at the display. «You two come here much?»

"Adam and I have only been here twice, but when I was younger, my mom brought me and Emma here every Sunday." He smiles fondly at the memory and proceeds to move into one of the seats. "They’ve got the most amazing breakfasts."

Oliver’s face lit up at the magic word, and Adam laughed as they sat down.
«Breakfasts, does that mean—»
"Pancakes?" Adam finished for him, and Spade nodded, eyes wide.

[Text]: Come over to my place and play strip poker




[Text] how bout strip go fish, I’ve had enough math today

«Mmm, you can do anythin’ you want, babe.» He purred softly, kissing along his jaw. «I know you’ll stop if I ask.»
Jack’s touch was electric against his skin, every point of contact sending a jolt of sensation through him. He was determined to make Jack feel just as good; he nipped the shell of his ear softly before tugging on the lobe with his teeth and sucking lightly before kissing further down his neck.

Jack smirks, drawing back and capturing Oliver’s hands in his own. He tugs the boy up and backs him up onto his bed, climbing up over him. “I’ve got an idea that I’ve been wanting to try for a while,” He murmurs, holding Oliver’s hands above his head and kissing along his collarbone. “And since you said anything, I think we should try it. Wanna know what it is?”

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character missing for months, yours finds them chained up barely alive in the basement of mutual acquaintance:"Y-You– what did you do to him? What the hell did you do?" Adam whirls on Frost, fear & betrayal flashing across his face as an undercurrent of the anger he felt at the sight of Jack bruised & bloodied. Adrenaline had flooded his veins when Frost suggested a tour of the basement, warning signs in his head flashing, & now he was in full on red alert. "You helped us /look/ for him—"




Frost’s face twists into anger. “You left me so you could go mess around with him.” He snaps and reaches out to grab Adam’s upper arm. “Someone who looks similar to me! You love me, Adam, and I love you, and no one can stand in the way of that.” His voice was low and angry, but underneath that was a pleading. “I can get rid of him and we can be together again. I’ll take such good care of you. You’ll be my good little boy again.”

Adam nodded to Frost, ignoring Jack’s words even as they burned into his memory. These could be some of the last things he’d ever hear his boyfriend say—but Jack would be safe. That’s all that mattered. Adam braced himself and lifted Jack, the strength he’d built up after leaving Frost obvious even if Jack was frighteningly frail; before the incident, he hadn’t been much bigger than Jack was now.
The memory strengthened his resolve. He was not going to let anyone else be hurt. If that meant going with Frost, so be it. He carried Jack up the familiar staircase and automatically headed for the kitchen, where he remembered the Frosts had always kept their medication.

Jack continues to mumble his pitiful protests, though it’s obvious he doesn’t have the strength to do much. “Please, Adam, don’t leave me. Don’t do this.”

Frost follows swiftly behind them, reaching into the cupboard and pulling out some sleeping medication; he used to use it quite often when he couldn’t sleep and it was strong. Jack would be out in minutes. He hands the bottle to Adam. “Make him take three.”

Adam took the bottle and poured the pills into his palm. They were small and pink, harmless looking in his shaking hand. He hoped Frost would take the jar with them, wherever he was planning on taking Adam. They must be powerful to do what he wanted. He checked the label; the dose was two pills, but at least three wouldn’t be enough to hurt Jack badly.

He filled a glass of water at the tap, then turned to Jack.

“I need you to trust me, Jack. I need you to do this for me, so you’ll be safe. You’re going to the hospital to get better, Oliver will take care of you.”

His eyes were pleading, desperate. Jack’s condition could be worsening by the minute, and Adam just wanted him to be far away from Frost to heal.

monster asks!!!
Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?
Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?
Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
Ghost: Do you have any regrets?
Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?
Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?
Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?
Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?
Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?
Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?
Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?
Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?
Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?
Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?
Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?
Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?
Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?


””“”“why did you cut your hair?::”“”“”  i cut my hair to piss you off. specifially you, i was thinking of you when i cut my hair. i was thinking that you, specifically, would be interested in what my newly short hair meant to you, specifically.