Gay One On One (Closed)

So I had a cliche idea between the brooding outcast sort of type getting with the shy and innocent type because I need some fluff. Did decide to remake this because the person i started this with never responded (and as much as i want to be petty i wont gn)

RULES

• Rated MA for sexual situation, profanity, and other themes (if u arent ok with any of those, dont join).
• LGBTQ allowed, obviously.
• No homophobic or racial slurs.
• Please have good grammar and be literate (no one liners, 2 good sentences at the least).
• If ur character sheet isnt made by 2 days at least, I’ll open it up to someone else.

CHARACTER SHEET
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Role:
Appearance:
Personality:
Talents:
Flaws:
Background:
Other:

Name: Rose Yves
Age: 20 years old.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Gay.
Role: “Shy and innocent type”
Appearance: He has messy, straight hair that’s white with bangs that fall across his forehead. His eyes are a light blue and wide. His skin is a porcelain color. His body type of more on the slim, toned side, and he is only around 5’4 or so.
Personality: More on the inrtoverted side. He is decently innocent, not having experiened too many things. He is more on the quiet side when you first meet him. After a while, he opens up to be a bit more chatty and smiley. In relationships, he tends to be very clingy and attention seeking, but again, is decently innocent. Overall, he tends to be a bit sensitive and sweet to everyone, but can get pouty at times.
Talents: Convincing people to do things, he is good with animals (wants to work with animals once he gets out of college)
Flaws: Tends to be too trusting, is made upset easily.
Background: Developing mostly, but when he was younger, he had been physically/sexually abused by his step-dad from when he was 6-9 years old.
Other: Most of the time, when he is alone, he is in something like a “little space”

(Yeah, ofc!)

(Yep, you can!)

(It’s kind of like a little kid way of thinking, almost. Some people do it because they feel like it, but Rose does it because of a childhood trauma. He didn’t get to experience a good and proper childhood, so when he’s alone, his brain rev erts to that to help cope with the trauma. And Noah looks great)

(Maybe they could meet out in public, like in a coffee shop or something)

(Yeah, that works for me)

(Sure)

Rose walked into the coffee shop in the early afternoon. He didn’t have work that morning, so he decided to treat himself for with some coffee. Besides, he knew he needed to get out of his bed, no matter how warm and comfortable he had been. He stepped up to the counter, fidgiting with the sleeve of his light lavender sweater. He was wearing that, a pair of slightly high waisted light blue jeans and a pair of sneakers.

Rose eventually ordered and paid for his drink. He got it and glanced around, not seeing really any seats open. He saw one open across from a man who looked about his age, but much more intimidating, in his opinion. He took a breath and walked over. “Is it okay if I sit here? There aren’t any other open seats,” he said, shifting his weight on his heels a bit.

Rose normally would have been left with burning cheeks at the sound of a voice like that, but he managed to control himself. “Thank you,” he said, his voive a tad high pitched and soft sounding. He sat down across from the other attractive man, setting his drink down.

Rose felt the man’s gaze on him, and his cheeks did tint a light shade of pink as he resisted the urge to shudder. “You’re staring..” he spoke up softly, not looking at the man.

Rose’s eyes widened ever so slightly at that, and his cheeks got mor color in them. He shrank back in his seat a tad, feeling a bt small under the man’s gaze. “Why are you staring?” He asked softly.

Rose couldn’t help the shudder than now ran down his spine. He looked down at his hands- his nails having light blue polish on them. He picked up his coffee and took a long drink, deciding not to respond.

Rose reached up to run his fingers through his hair subconsciously. At least this wasn’t as bad as what would usually happen- an intimidating, large man making lude comments towards him. He had even been grabbed once or twice.

Rose’s eyes snapped up to look at the man at the sound of his voice. He tugged his sleeves over his palms a tad as he rested his hands on his lap. “I’m Rose,” he responded softly.

Rose had noticed, but he was nervous. He apologized and reach out, timidly shaking Noah’s hand.