#( blushdrunk )

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @blushdrunks, for brayden & roan.

days had passed since they'd put the pieces together to figure out what was really going on. brayden had been helping roan get a handle on her power so she could learn to use it and understand things better. once she got her necklace back, he put a spell on it to stop sam from draining her the way he had been. brayden knew it would work and it seemed to be working just perfectly, even up to the point where no one heard from sam that evening.

the two of them had drifted off to sleep easily enough, but brayden was awoke at nearly two in the morning and he was covered in sweat. his heart was racing and he felt entirely uneasy. eyes blinked open to look around his darkened bedroom and he saw a figure on the other side of the room reaching out towards him. it was kevin, but it also wasn't. the chill that ran down his spine told brayden exactly what he was seeing — a darkling. he gasped for air and gripped the sheets to stop his hands from trembling.

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @blushdrunks

"i'm not in a bad mood... this is just my face."

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @blushdrunks​

“a little birdy told me you’re shaking up with some guy these days. that true?” giacomo was looking into the fridge, pulling out a bottled water before he let the door shut. it had been a little while since that night at the party, where diana had left her offer up in the air and he’d kept his distance for the most part, no matter how much he’d considered taking her up on it. 

[middlefade]

for Ruby / @blushdrunks

It is the closest his face gets to a smile — the slight lift of a person relieved to be leaving work on time and no obligations to his bandmates. "You doing anything —?"

[grcveyacd]

🌸 closed starter for @blushdrunks feat. seth norris

“ i’m not a mind reader, you know. “  he leaned back against the couch, the back of his head pressed against the cushion while he stared up at the ceiling. “ i don’t just automatically know how you feel all the time. “ he sighed, rubbing his palm against his face. “ and i sure as hell know not to assume. “ he knew that from experience — not just from her but, from everyone in general. assuming anything from feelings to jobs always got him in trouble. “ just… “ he lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. “ …learn to just tell me when somethings wrong, alright? that’s all i ask. “ 

[whileurmine]

@blushdrunks has yet to tell me to stop and thus must suffer aslkdfja

"i think— i think my dad is cheating on my mom." he sank onto the floor, sighing heavily. the words felt like poison on his lips, leaving a trace of something sour and awful as they left. — diego was hoping that if he didn't acknowledge it, the thought would go away, but every day that passed it got worst. — he had to tell someone. otherwise he would go crazy. "actually i think he has a whole nother kid with her."

[wildcnes]

small starter for @blushdrunks

❝ i know you have no reason to trust me, baby. in fact, you have every right to slam that door right back in my face but — i miss you. i fucking miss having you in my life. that's really all i came here to say. ❞

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: @blushdrunks MUSE: monroe saint, immortal. clyde to her bonnie. tom holland fc. PLOT: immortaly was gifted for bringing the artifacts needed for the god of time, and in doing so, humanity was changed forever. in order to protect those who assisted from defilement of the gods, they immortal as long as the gods existed. upon the dwindling of faith humanity had in the old saints, the immortality of one has begun to fade away.

Adrenaline seemed to the be the one thing that made Monroe feel alive. He often forgot there was a beating heart in his chest, and what it meant to bleed. With so much opportunity, he didn't strive for perfection but instead tasted every mistake with a satiation that could never be met. Caution was reserved only as a means to avoid the curiosity of the creatures they had abandoned, and how their desperation to understand would have made them relics that could never leave. At some point, the saints of mortals were bound to shelves and boxes instead of the freedom to roam in order to look over them. They could never become that. And they wouldn't, never again— it was evident in the way the crimson swelled over her skin. It stained every motion and marked a path throughout the motel room. Monroe thought it was just the severity of their mistake this time around, but it would heal as it always did. Sirens ran past them from the highway across the street, painting the room momentarily red. Was it a hint of what was to come? "It's not healing," Monroe said, voice caught in his throat. He cradled her gently and he could feel a difference in her company. "No matter what I do to it, it's not healing. Are you okay?"

[cheeksred]

"shit - i didn't mean to fall asleep ..." wyatt's voice trailed off, his eyes blinking rapidly to get accustomed to the light now entering the room. the second he realized it was morning, he knew exactly where he was and what he had done. running into your ex was one thing. running into your ex, getting black out drunk with them, and passing out sick on their bed was a whole new LOW for the male. he worried about what this meant - were they back together? was this just another fuck up they’d pretend hadn’t happened like the times before? god, he was getting too old for this behavior. he knew that man of his age, his position, and his low capacity for drama was way too over this teenaged, early twentys activities. but something about the other always drew him back in. as if a tether was attached between them, silently pushing them back into each other’s orbits. “i can’t believe i went to that bar last night. i think everyone but us had fake id’s ... god, do you have advil still? bathroom cabinet?” wyatt winced, feeling the dangerous amount of liquor he consumed in his chest and stomach. he tried to avoid her gaze. did everything in his power not to look over and see her, soft and supple as she always was in the early hours. a ray of sunshine compared to what he was sure was an unattractive level of hungover all across his features. 

[briillicnt]

@blushdrunks said [ snowball ] sender throws a snowball at receiver / from marissa

he let out a small gasp of air when he felt the cold white powdery snow hit the back of his head. he reached back to wipe away the cold bits, and turned towards her, a small grin plastered on his face. “ so that’s how it’s going to be now? “ he reached down and scooped up a small pile of snow, packing it into a ball. “ is this your way of getting me to shut up about finals? “ he took a step towards her, and threw the snowball at her, careful not to hit her in the face. “ take that! “ 

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @blushdrunks, for dean & isabel.

it had been a long day at the shop and dean was exhausted by the time he got home. three very long sessions under his belt and he wanted nothing more than to get back to his apartment and settle in. lizzie was picked up from school by dianna earlier and he knew he would see her the next day, but dean wanted nothing more than to get home to see isabel. when he walked in the front door and saw her seated on the couch, he smiled gently at her and shut the door behind him. "hey, beautiful." steps were taken to sit beside her and he didn't hesitate to lift her into his lap. the two of them had gotten back to a better place again and he was glad, enough so that his hands trailed up her sides to cup her cheeks before he brushed a kiss to her lips.

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter @blushdrunks

"what would you say, if i asked you not to marry him?"

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @blushdrunks

"if you're so lonely over there, you could always just come here."

[criespoison]

. . closed starter for @blushdrunks .

"hey, small thing." jesse's voice spoke loudly behind her over the loud atmosphere as he approached, ring clad fingers tapping her shoulder. something devious lurking in blue eyes like it always did when he was up to no good. "you wanna uhhh... DITCH this dj thing and go do somethin' crazy? maybe get arrested." and not even joking about it. he has a scheme in mind and wants her to be his accomplice , & no second thoughts about it that he had just barged right in here in the middle of her doing her job asking her to drop it just to come be the bonnie to his clyde or some shit .

[heroexxs]

"christ, does no one knock in this house?" dani said as she quickly went to cover herself up with whatever clothes she found on the floor. staying over here wasn't the ideal situation, but it was either here or a hotel and no matter how much dani could try to convenience her, she insisted she stay here. the two of them couldn't stand one another, she could put on a smile and be civil in front of their parents but alone she knew she didn't have to keep up the act. as she pulled a sweatshirt over her head, she tied her hair up and took a seat at the edge of her bed. "look, i'll stay out of your hair but you can't come barging in here, that's not how this is gonna work." she said as she leaned back a bit on her hands. "so just stay in your lane, alright?"

based on this // @blushdrunks

[whileurmine]

@blushdrunks spoils me

he sighed, leaning back against a nearby wall. "i have a kid with her too, olivia." in fact, he had three. and sebastian wouldn't really say it out loud, but if he was to be entirely logical and put it on a scale, it wasn't like olivia would win. "i'm trying, okay? i just, i just need some time to leave her. i just need sometime to— i don't know. it's just complicated, okay?"