#rxshingpxlse

[jrndlph]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @rxshingpxlse LOCATION: their apartment

𝐣𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 for the rest of the weekend. as soon as he finished his latest shoot, he went straight home. he hoped he could just go straight to his room, no one to bother him. perhaps he'd take a nap, order some thai food, his favorite from brooklyn. when he got home, something was different. he looked around and the moment he shut the door, he saw the golden retriever. " what the hell? who are you? " he said as he watched the dog, just staring at him. " tobias!? " he yelled out.

[deeplywonderstruck]

closed  starter  for  @rxshingpxlse

there  was  a  part  of  maxxie  that  was  screaming  at  himself  internally  to  not  show  up  at  brooks’  job  unannounced.  they  haven’t  spoken  in  exactly  a  week,  which  wasn’t  unusual  behavior  for  them  considering  how  inconsistent  they  were,  but  it  was  long  enough  to  have  maxxie  pull  up  and  walk  through  the  open  garage  of  his  shop,  the  sight  of  cars  and  the  smell  of  gasoline  prominent.  he  knew  brooks  was  getting  off  at  this  time.  he  also  knew  he  should  have  texted  beforehand,  but  it  was  too  late  to  go  back  now.  his  impulsive  side  got  the  better  of  him,  as  it  usually  did.  he’s  never  been  to  brooks’  job  during  work  hours,  meaning  he’s  never  been  here  when  other  people  were  around,  only  when  it  was  just  the  two  of  them,  and  honestly,  the  looks  from  the  other  mechanics  make  him  slightly  uneasy,  which  is  very  unlike  maxxie.  he’s  fully  aware  the  glances  thrown  his  way  aren’t  at  all  judgmental,  but  mostly  curious  as  to  who  the  fuck  he  is  because  of  course,  he  doesn’t  work  here  and  it  really  fucking  shows.  it  isn’t  difficult  to  single  him  out  –  he’s  easily  the  tallest  one  there.  

walking  up  behind  him,  a  purple  fingernail  taps  on  his  shoulder.  “ hi. ”  he  says  cooly,  a  smile  tugging  at  the  corner  of  his  lips.  “ so  i  was  going  to  text, ”  he  wasn’t,  but  it  felt  like  the  proper  thing  to  say,  “ but  i  was  right  around  the  corner,  so  i  thought  it  was  easier  to  just  show  up. ”  he  is  so  stupidly  pathetic.  this  was  maxxie’s  way  of  saying  that  he  missed  him  without  actually  saying  it.  a  chuckle  leaves  his  lips.  “ the  other  mechanics  behind  me  are  staring,  aren’t  they? ”  he  scratches  his  blonde  locks,  practically  feeling  the  eyes  behind  his  back.  he  couldn’t  blame  people  for  being  nosy  anyway  –  it  was  new  york,  after  all.  maxxie  also  very  clearly  didn’t  fit  into  this  work  vibe  at  all.  baby  faced,  blonde,  gel  nails  that  simply  couldn’t  be  tarnished  by  doing  this  kind  of  labor,  his  little  collar  sweater  that  screams  clean  boy  aesthetic,  it  was  all  far  too  pristine  and  soft  looking.  “ i’ve  got  you  something.  you  know,  a  late  christmas  gift. ”  he  shrugs,  like  it’s  no  big  deal,  when  all  he  really  wants  is  to  be  alone  with  this  man  and  do  shit  that  boyfriend’s  do,  while  they  both  claim  they  aren’t  boyfriend’s  at  all.  he  can’t  help  the  smile  that  follows,  his  usual  boyish  grin.  “ i  can  give  it  to  you  if  your  shift  is  already  over.  also,  i’ve  made  a  rather  fantastic  batch  of  birthday  cake  pops,  if  you’d  fancy  some  of  those  too. ”

[mannyacosta]

Closed starter for @rxshingpxlse Location: Manny's apartment

Manny had been home for no more than an hour after working a long day at the shop when he popped leftovers into the microwave. In the meantime, he took a quick shower and then flopped down onto his bed to scroll mindlessly on his phone.

Five minutes turned to thirty in the blink of an eye and Manny's attention was drawn from his phone when he smelled a faint smell of smoke from his kitchen. "Oh, shit" he called out as he dashed into the kitchen to see that his leftovers were causing the microwave to emit smoke. Seeing that there was no fire, Manny was somewhat relieved. The barber was moreso worried that he was going to trigger the fire alarm for the entire building.

After throwing out his leftovers the microwave was still smoking so he picked up his phone and texted the non-emergency fire number. Minutes went by and Manny heard a knock on his door. "Come in" he called out as one hand held a plate fanning the microwave. When the door swung open and the firefighter entered his apartment, Manny dropped the plate, absolutely dumbfounded.

[roryflangn]

starter for: @rxshingpxlse - gabriel montgomery. location: beanz

Rory's morning had already started relatively somber and dreary. A robotic, firmly-worded email from yet another art gallery saying they weren't interested in his work had served as his wake-up call. Another day, another rejection.

And the sobering fact about it all was that he was bagging on securing that job, which'd hopefully have added a healthy sum of money into Rory's earnings for this month. Alas, it was not meant to be - and so, Rory had to do what he hated most; beg.

He'd come into the café early, when it was Gabriel's open rather than his own (he was to take over later on in the day), to catch the man before he had to do anything customer-facing. A small frown that seemed printed into his face as he knocked on the locked café door, peering in like a lost puppy. A pathetic mouthing of the words "Can I come in?" was said in hopes that Gabriel was a wondrous lip-reader.