jowen-rph: ▇▇▇ Don’t Speak. »Inspired by Speak. »Cast: Harry Lloyd as Oliver Bapti
jowen-rph: ▇▇▇ Don’t Speak. »Inspired by Speak. »Cast: Harry Lloyd as Oliver Baptiste. Andrew Scott as Adam Deacon. »Setting: NYU | New York University, New York. Modern Era »Playlist: The Owl and the Tanager»Plot request. Trigger warnings. Death, suicide, rape. » Deacon had it all, a wife and a beautiful baby girl. But he lost it in an instant, thanks to a drunk driver. His world spiraled downward, he lost himself in a pit of despair. Angry and upset, he let himself fall to pieces. The irishman pushing away everyone and everything, hating the world around him - his light had burned out, and he was left alone in the darkness. It was an empty world without his wife and his child, one he didn’t particularly want to live in. On the other side of town, there was a boy experiencing the same pains - the same fears, the same loneliness. His father a cruel man who abused the boy since he was old enough to walk. Forsaking the young child for the mild tics he had, beating him for his sexuality, breaking the child to pieces and refusing to pick them up. The man wasn’t worthy of being called a father, but Oliver both feared and loved the man - being he was all the young man had. Years later and both men remained equally as scarred. One physically, one mentally. After six years of self-loathing, wallowing and nearly drinking himself to death on more than one occasion, Deacon finally retook his position at NYU, teaching art history. The very job that he’d had when he first met his now long since passed wife. Oliver, on the other hand, was just finishing registration to attend that very class. Summer had been particularly rough on the younger man, having been raped violently by the high school football captain. The newly eighteen year old had been mute since - not a single word passing his pale lips as of the day the big brute held a knife to his jugular, taking what he’d deemed as his. His father having let the football player into the house - even walked in on his boy being pushed into the carpet and taken against his will. The elder, the man meant to be his protector simply watched. “Maybe he can fuck you straight.” his only utterance.Months into the school year and not a single person bothered to ask the young man what was wrong - not a single person cared. His father callus and cold, his classmates barely noticing his existence, his teachers not bothering to see the signs of the boy on the verge of suicide. Deacon, however, was slightly more in tune - more perceptive, more attentive and caring by nature. Noticing that the boy never spoke and was constantly tugging at the sleeves of his jacket in the most nervous of fashions, Deacon took it upon himself to call the younger man over after class. Of course, the boy couldn’t manage words - despite how loudly he wanted to scream, beg for help, plea for something. There wasn’t a sound he could make, save for a soft sniffle and a heavy sigh when his professor asked what was on his mind. Catching the distress in his eye, Deacon let out a sigh of his own writing his personal phone number on a card and tucking it into the boys shirt pocket, offering a false smile and a nod of his head. “In case you ever need it.” his words sincere, but riddled with a sadness of his own. It wasn’t but a few months later that Adam, making his way to his car, caught the very footballer trying to take what wasn’t his once more. Though, it looked more like two boys in something of a scuffle - Deacon knew enough to break it up. When the athlete ran off, Deacon was left to pick up the pieces, which he did happily. “Are you alright?” obviously concerned as his hand pressed to the underside of the young mans chin, tilting his bruised face upward. “I’ll make sure he’s expelled for this. Zero tolerance.” Deacon jolted when the boys form sprung forward, wrapping his arms tightly around his form. “Thank you…” he managed to mumble lowly, nuzzling his face against the scruff on his saviors neck. This plot was written specifically for Jacob, as per requested. I hope it’s alright, I just kind of ran with the character personalities you gave me and what I’d seen from Oliver and Deacon. This plot is available to ANYONE - HOWEVER, if you’re NOT Jacob. You NEED to use your own characters (different names and faces, please) as the characters are OCs created by Jacob and Brenden. The plot however, you are free to do what you please, as you will. Feel free to swap genders, ages, roles - whatever you need. But do NOT use ADAM DEACON and OLIVER BAPTISTE. They are not MY characters to allow you freedom to you. Simply the plot.If you use this plot, if we’ve inspired you in any way. Please just send us a message to let us know that we’ve been useful! We’d LOVE to see where you guys take this, the love story - the tale of tragedy and unrequited love. The possibilities are limitless! WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS ARI. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT. JACOB. WHAT. NOBODY TELLS ME ANYTHING. WHAT IS THIS. SOMEONE EXPLAIN. I CAN’T. I HAD TO STOP RUNNING FOR A SECOND TO BE LIKE WHAT IS THIS MAGICAL UNIFORM TELL ME WHAT THIS IS. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT IS MY LIFE WHAT IS AIR. i CAN’T FEEL THINGS MY LUNGS WHAT SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT IS AIR. WHAT I S AAAAIR. ARI AIR ARI ARI WHAT DID YOU DO. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE MY FEELINGS ARE FEELING THINGS STOP i CAN’T AI ASGNJASDG IF I GET HIT BY A CAR THIS IS YOUR FAULT. CRYING CAPS ON IPHONE MAKES MY FINGERS SAD WAT HAS APPENDAGE -- source link
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