#xx. interactions

[cianoriley]

closed for @torinoriley​

location: the o’riley family home

     As the days started to become colder, Cian had found himself spending more time at his family home. It was more of a trust issue as he didn’t trust anyone else to clean up the home whether if it was a cleaning service or a yard service. Maybe it was because he knew how the people of New York could be and if word of an abandoned home got out into the public, he knew there would easily be one or two punks trying to steal whatever they could. 

     So, he did the work himself. It kept him busy for the most part which was better for both him and his wife. She could handle so many renovations at their house and from the snapping, the limit was getting closed to being reached.  The only good part about the colder days is that everything he needed to keep trimmed and looking nice was starting to die. It gave him less work to do outside which his cold fingers always enjoyed. 

     Once inside, Cian decided to put up some of the Christmas decorations they had stored in one of the larger utility closets. He was shuffling around boxes when he very faintly heard the creak of the floors. It caused him to immediately stop moving and shift his weight to be closer to the doorframe in order to hear if the creaking continued or if it was just the house being old. 

     Sadly (though not really for his own enjoyment), the creaking continued and Cain shifted to be on his toes as he walked out of the closet, a hand grabbing the gun he kept holstered on his side. Normally he wouldn’t carry so out in the open, but he wasn’t going to chance it while he was alone. 

      In the kitchen he saw what was making the noise and in true Cian fashion he shot the gun before asking any questions. The bullet aimed for the trespasser’s shoulder caused the man to buckle to have his knees on the ground. Cian didn’t stop as he ran to them, the gun pressed to their head. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t finish the job, you fucking idiot.” He knew exactly who it was the moment he ran over. Maybe even before then when he took the shot, but he wasn’t going to let it be known. 

[marcusxflores]

→ marcus & @halessinclair feat the beach clean up. 

     Marcus eventually ended up at the beach once he realized the plans he thought he had for the day were actually next weekend. He really couldn’t waste the outfit he put together and so he thought that helping out around the beach could at least be something good to put out in the universe and even better get the hours to pass by faster than him sitting at home. With trying to make the community better, he easily picked the ones which spoke to him aka cleaning up the beach and the little community garden. 

     What he didn’t expect was Haley to join him even if it was for the possible reason that if you picked up enough trash then you get a free appetizer at the little place down the road. “I swear if I see another condom, I’m going to really question how nature’s exfoliate feels on my ass.”

[marcusxflores]

→ marcus & @sydncyfitzpatrick feat. their monthly slumber party of two. 

     As in per usual Marcus fashion, he stood in his kitchen working on the possible five course meal he could see both him and Sydney having over the weekend. Some random playlist filled with the rooms with music as he concentrated more on the current list he was making. He liked having Syd pick out what she wanted out of a group because she knew better than anyone that he could go overboard real quick. “Ay, mama, did you pick up what I texted you?” 

[marcusxflores]

→  marcus & @bxlymxwll feat. the egg-citing cooking adventure. 

     It wasn’t entirely a secret that Marcus dabbled in stretching his limits on what he could cook and how much it actually turned out good. At least once a week, it was a common sight to see him knock on neighbors’ doors around the neighborhood to try out the newest creation he made (obviously once he tried it himself and deemed it worthy for others to consume). Tonight was certainly that night as his kitchen was littered with pots, leftover ingredients, and a sink full of dishes he needed to wash. Instead, he answered the door with his gag gift of an apron. “Wait, why do you need eggs again?” The oven beeped before another word could be said. “Shit, better yet just come on in and I’ll get the carton out.” 

[marcusxflores]

→ marcus & @greerkingstcn feat. a late night snack. 

          It shouldn’t be surprising to anyone how simple it was to get Marcus to agree with just about anything. No matter if it was something easy or more on the dangerous side, he didn’t see much wrong if there was a way out. Why he agreed to hang out with Greer despite their past  engagements was a tricky one to completely answer but he’d just give out the excuse of needing to clean out his fridge. 

          With the frozen pasta in the seat next to him, the trip wasn’t as long as he told her. The other minutes was to try to wash off his lunch shift at the Grill and maybe to look his usual put together self. After all, he didn’t pride himself on his fashion choices if he didn’t try to always look good. Which is why he debated on knocking or just walking in since the humidity was certainly making his shirt start to stick to him. Though privacy between them was out the window by now, he knocked anyway to at least be nice for the time being. 

[marcusxflores]

     In actuality it was his idea to go to the little hidden cove they found during senior skip day. Well, he found it before them because he remembered taking a few special people there when he wasn’t completely out of the closet. So, really, this was their cove. The painted rock said so and you can’t go wrong with a painted rock. “Hey, baby, why didn’t we bring any fucking pillows?” The joint he so cautiously shared between him and Haley was just about gone (he wasn’t too worried since he brought the bag he had and if she brought anything too) and he found himself almost content on lying on the blanket they brought instead. 

@halessinclair

[marcusxflores]

     If he was being honest, Marcus was surprised when he got a text from Caine to meet him at the one place he was certain the man would never want him involved. It was a clothing store and more importantly, it was a nice clothing store. ‘Cause let’s just set up on why this exactly was a little shocking. Caine, the stubborn dumbass, never really listened to any of advice Marcus gave him over clothes, colors, or overall vibe of his outfits. Yeah, he might be wearing more patterned shirts than usual since it’s still summer, but he at least knew what he was talking about. “I’m gonna need some whiskey glasses cause I don’t wanna see truth.” He sung along while looking through the different shirt options over by one of the walls. Not bothering to pick out what he liked because he didn’t want to have to put them back, he decided to actually go find Caine. “You feeling alright? I know seeing other things besides your lazy boy clothes can be frightening, but they won’t hurt you.”

@cainebishcp

[marcusxflores]

→  marcus & @indiclima in the makeup disaster. 

     It had been a week since Sydney left her lipstick in his bathroom. A whole week that he has been staring at it unable to push himself to actually try it. Why would he want do to that? Well, he has very little impulse control and it looked as if the tube was his favorite color purple. And so tonight after he had a little bit too much to drink, leaving him feeling light and happy as a buzz settled in, he finally put it on his lips. It was also because he convinced himself it would just come off after because it’s makeup and it washes off. Right? 

     “Shit.” It wasn’t coming off. The door bell rang so conveniently with his pizza. He decided to say fuck it and go up to the front door. This wasn’t the worst thing anyone has caught him in. Maybe he’d never see the pizza deliver ever again. They probably saw a lot of even weirder shit. But that wasn’t the case as whoever rang his doorbell wasn’t his anticipated pizza. “Oh, hey. What’s up?”