#deadromantcs

[ofxinnocence]

Starter for: @deadromantcs​

It had been quite some time that Lucina had seen him last. That was probably even an understatement since it had been surely two years if not longer. It had been a long shot, she didn’t even know if Joaquin still used the same phone number but he had. He had let her know that he would come over and pick up his stuff like she had told him that she still had some things of him. Things that she should’ve gone rid of much sooner but she never had been able to. Breaking up with Joaquin was one of the most painful things that had happened. The small injuries during boxing were nothing compared to that. She just couldn’t bring herself to get rid of his clothes and other small items like a bottle of his perfume.

Lucina opened the door to her apartment when the doorbell had rung and when she opened the door, she directly looked in the face of the man she missed. A small smile made it’s way on her lips before she stepped aside, so he could enter her apartment. “Please, come on in. You still know where to leave your coat and shoes?”

[imperfectox]

► closed starter for: @deadromantcs​ ↳ plot: the walls are paper thin and every night I watch jeopardy and I guess you’re really smart because every night you shout out the correct answer and at this point I’m not sure there’s a question you can’t answer?

Teddy was sitting in his living room, reading up on transcripts that his sister asked him to take a look at until he heard the television of his next-door neighbor’s turn on to Jeopardy. It’s been fun hearing the questions and yelling out the answers, knowing well enough that it would probably piss off his neighbor. So as the questions came up, the young man started answering all of it until it came to one. It was the best friend of Jo March from Little Women who had been hopeless in love with her, it took Teddy a moment to think of the answer until he realized it was his name after all. “Who is Theodore Lawrence!” A triumphant smirk on his face as he finally got the answer but probably looked insane from yelling it out in his empty apartment, noting that he should probably move to a better place soon.

[filthysins]

@deadromantcs​ said: [ submission ] your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them. (lennox/jax, yes i picked that specifically because she's a demon!) from here | selectively accepting

Lennox was surprised that Jax had managed to put his pride aside and give her the reins. Usually it was more of a struggle between the two of them, more back and forth and him being exceedingly difficult. “I can’t believe it, you’re actually not being a pain in my ass for once.” The demon said, tone deceptively sweet as she pushed the male down onto the bed with a laugh. Lennox knew it wouldn’t last, perhaps he’d play by her rules for the night but she suspected come morning it’d be business as usual and right back to their normal games and testing each other. 

[flvorescent]

closed starter for @deadromantcs​

thalia stared up at him with wide eyes. guilt for something she hadn’t even done eating away at her so bad. it was all a huge misunderstanding. he happened to catch her at the wrong time in a very compromising position with one of her colleagues and it was safe to say that he was no pleased at all. neither was she, which is why her usually chatty demeanor was replaced by a meek and humble one. she’d been sitting on the bed, just waiting for him to say something about it. the silence was torturing her, and she much rather preferred loud voices over this intense staring contest that only added to the pounding of her heart. “say something...”

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @deadromantcs​.

sprawled out on one side of his couch, back propped up against the arm rest and one leg stretched out between him and teddy, blake was in a rather blissed out state. that was mainly to do with what he’d been smoking that evening but he was also rather content with the company and the low thrum of music coming from his speaker system. his eyes drifted over towards the other male, lips pursing thoughtfully as he eyed him perhaps a little too carefully. “hey?” he called for his attention, stretching an arm out to gesture him closer. he leaned a little closer himself but really, it wasn’t enough. “c’mere, you’ve got something on your face.” 

[feelswrvng2020]

                 based on this !!! 

A familiar face was always a sight, specially when it just so happened to be a pretty one. When Kolbe recognized patrons it usually translated to larger tips but, in this particular case, he was merely happy. They were generally nice, easy to serve. He couldn’t recall their presence ever bringing any trouble to his bar. Not thus far. But when they insisted the drinks should keep coming, he knew something was off. There’d been whispers about cheating and assholes. He should have cut them off sooner than he did and, so, when closing time came around, he had a regular costumer passed out on his counter. He could have carried them upstairs, to the flat he shared with no one but his dog - who was currently at his mother’s, but that might be... weird. His only choice was to take them home; theirs. 

That was how the young bar owner found himself dragging dead weight throughout the streets, eventually recognizing their address and helping them open the door. But as they stumbled down, he thought best ensure they made their way to bed - even in their smelly clothes and then, for some godforsaken reason, he decided to crash on the couch. 

As morning dawned, Kolbe took over the other’s kitchen, working with whatever they had in their fridge. He successfully managed some french toast, pancakes, eggs of every sort and bacon. By the time they were no longer alone, all he was missing was coffee. “Ah, look who joined the land of the living,” he teased lightly. “I bet you’ve got a killer hangover,” he deducted, already gesturing towards the water and aspirin. “I take it you slept like the dead.” @deadromantcs​

[lesbianismx]

“i would complain that the only room this shitty motel had left was one with only one bed, but let’s be real— we always end up in the same bed anyway.” emery shrugged and laughed a little, going back to brushing her teeth. the reason they always ended up in the same bed was probably more so due to her than the other girl. she had never shied away from being affectionate with those close to her, and she thrived off of being close to other people and being touched in some way. after rinsing and spitting, she headed out from the bathroom to crawl into bed, grabbing the remote on the nightstand and turning on the tv, flipping through whatever channels they had available. “they have nothing good... not that that’s a surprise,” she informed the other, smiling at her as she came out of the bathroom. “come and join me in bed, baby...” she playfully wiggled her eyebrows at the other as she pat the empty space next to her in the small bed. / @deadromantcs​

[chaoticxwrites]

“You’re either leaving here with a black eye or a hickey. Your choice.” // i think you know for who and from who...

Noah couldn’t help but snort at Mac, shaking his head. “Wow, what a hard decision, how could I ever possibly choose?” He deadpanned as he asked, his finger tapping on his chin as if he was thinking hard. He may as well be asking for the black eye with his reaction, something which he knew but it didn’t stop him. He smirked over at him, brow raised. “Who is to say I’m getting just the one hickey, you can’t resist me.” He shrugged, as if the feeling wasn’t mutual.