#deliirious

should we have that talk, @deliirious​? for zoe with faye

It had been a while since Anson had been back here. His life was as busy as ever, and for the past few weeks, he’d had no time to really stop and take a break to get home. He’d been staying in one hotel after the other. As much as he loved his whirlwind of a life, it was nice to wake up in his own bed. “Morning,” he mumbled to his roommate when he wandered out into the kitchen that morning, somehow looking like beauty incarnate in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hung low on his hips as he stretched and desire walking as ran a hand through the bedhead that even seemed artfully messy. With his income, there was no need for a roommate, really. Anson could easily afford his own place, but he liked the idea that someone else was around. The place was taken care of. He had someone to talk to, and...oh. He blinked a few times, openly gazing at the other man. “When did you start growing a beard?” Reaching for a mug, he poured himself some coffee and took a deep sip, still staring over the rim of the mug. His other hand reached out absentmindedly to catch his roommate’s chin. That was a good look. A great look. “Gotta stop doing that...” the young god said without even realizing it. “I’m gonna have to fuck you if you get any more handsome.” And then he released his hold on the other as quickly as he’d taken it before meandering over to the fridge, turning his attention to breakfast now.

“what the-” tucker was stunned. she was the last person he would have expected to chase down. realizing they could be seen, he takes their hand and pulls her into a secluded room of the building. “i thought you were dead.” he mutters, too shocked to even enjoy the fact she was standing before him. he lowers his bow, slipping his arrow back into his quiver as he continues to stare. it had been years since the outbreak. five long years thinking she was dead and struggling to come to terms with her (presumed) death.

it had taken a bit of time for archie to get completely comfortable showing affection, but the moment they’d given him the all clear to express how much he liked them, it was easy for him to start to feel comfortable. this included him finishing off the game he was playing and placing his controller aside to move closer to them on the couch, placing his chin on their shoulder and then leaning his head down to press a soft kiss there. “what are you doing?” he asked, though he could plainly see it. initiating things still wasn’t his strong point, but he didn’t feel as bashful about it as he usually would have.                /  @deliirious​

    it’d been awhile before scout had thought of approaching her. she was cute and scout didn’t trust anyone when it came to cute, innocent seeming girls. every time she passed her, scout felt the need to just grab ahold of her and steal her to protect her. but that wouldn’t work. either way, scout couldn’t do much. she’d somehow acquired a gang of men that weren’t too bad, and started a business. yet her whole entire being was consumed with the girl that she couldn’t keep her eyes off of. finally, seemingly out of nowhere, scout approached her. “look... every time i see you, you have some creep following you around. do you mind if i hang around?”

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Maybe Regan should have rehearsed what she was going to say in the car, or something. Maybe she should have, for a second, thought about it before blurting the first excuse that came to her head. She was usually a little more organised, as a boss she did plenty of making sure everyone’s asses were in check, but she hadn’t been thinking about her own. It wasn’t like Sera was some dangerous threat, she was her temporary roommate, someone she’d known since she was young and adorable. Now she was older, more beautiful and still mourning the loss of her brother. Regan owed her more than a flaky excuse about being ‘out with friends’, she owed Jackson more than letting his little sister get suspicious. She also could have warned her about being home late and insisted she try to sleep. It wasn’t as if she’d expected to be out so late anyway, but it had seemed for at least an hour that the night was going to go rowdy real fast. She had to smash a few heads together and hold a meeting to figure out where they stood. She swallowed the lump in her throat and took a breath, pulling off her leather jacket as she stretched, feeling the ache in her muscles. “I’m sorry I’m back so late, but you have no reason to look so worried, love.” She said, walking towards the back of the couch and placing her hand on her shoulder. “Aren’t you tired? You’re always up earlier than I am.” 

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