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@kingsfabrcy
text 📲 ( asher & kingsley )
asher: that still doesn't tell me who this is
asher: "that one night" could you be any less specific?
kingsley: who in doveport could possibly be your one and only nightmare. honestly. come on, man. this is offensive.
kingsley: clue: i drew you as a human dick. how about that?
kingsley: in my defense, tho: i was drunk. you were drunk. we laughed about it.
kingsley: KAF, man.
text 📲 ( asher & kingsley )
asher: who is this?
asher: and why are you saved in my phone under "your worse nightmare"?
kingsley: dude. you don't remember?
kingsley: we got fucked up that one night.
kingsley: and exchanged numbers. how crazy is that, right?
have you ever been in love?
yeah, and it didn’t end nicely so. fuck love, right?
Do you prefer coffee or tea?
coffee. why is tea even in the question?
Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?
i’m a dog cat person. kitty will kill me if i say dog.
doveportsan:
Santana laughed as she opened the door. “I’ll agree to that, since you’re a good house guest who never shows up empty handed.” Though, to be honest she wouldn’t have turned away body shots even if Kingsley had been. They might not have been as much fun without the limes, but she was pretty sure that it was impossible to not enjoy body shots. She walked back towards the kitchen to grab shot glasses and salt, turning her head slightly to glance at the blonde. “Tequila it is then. I’ll give you first pick: you giving or receiving?”
“and you love me for that, don’t you? oh, please say you definitely do,” kingsley grinned as she trailed after santana, stopping just beside her to place the bottle of wine on the center island before busying herself in cutting up some of the limes. “i always love to give, so let me do you first.” she took the salt from her then, gesturing for her to come closer so she could pour some on her collarbone -- always kignsley’s favorite part of santana’s gorgeous body -- but of course, not before asking, “do you mind?”
I tried to resist, I really did… but as of today, my lecture hall looks as if Santa’s little helpers have thrown up all over it — it truly looks like a winter wonderland. Why? Because I allowed my students to coerce me into decorating instead of studying for exams today. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, I suppose.
How early do you start decorating for the holidays?
sounds like a great time, man. i remember my volunteering to teach a bunch of kids at a children’s hospital and boy, it was only november 2 and they’re already pulling me in all directions to draw them snowflakes and stuff. good times.
uh, december 24 early. what about you?
My apartment is officially Christmas ready and I’m now ready with my baby snuggles, hot chocolate and The Holiday ready to go. Now it’s actually Christmas time. What is it that officially gets you into the holiday spirit? I’m intrigued.
considering that christmas time is still more than a month away, i— don’t know what gets me into the holiday spirit. i do have a question, though. has anyone ever told you that you look like the artist, kingsley shane fabray, who lives in doveport, because you definitely have similarities with her.
“i’m not going to fall for that face again, stacey. it’s a no.” it’s probably too late for that, given the fact that the first time she met stacey, they’d been at a bar, sharing drinks and, later on, sharing a bed, but it’s never too late to redeem oneself, right? “i brought you lemonade and garlic bread along with pepperoni pizza. how’s that for a netflix and chill session?” and she’s mostly kidding. mostly, because time spent with stacey was never a dull one, and while kingsley still had reservations when it came to their age gap, becoming friends with the nurse had done nothing but good things for her. “what movie are we watching again? vita and... who?” @doveportstacey
doveportkitty:
Kitty scrunches up her nose, “If I only I could love someone as much as I love you.” She jokes, not flinching away from Kingsley’s physical touch. It was different when it was her. There was no pressure of feelings, or worrying if she was going to get too close and have heart broken. Why couldn’t it be this easy with Sam? Oh yeah, probably because she’s allergic to the human spectrum of emotion. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s totally aware we’re a package deal. It’ll be like a dream come true.” Maybe it was a big deal, but it wasn’t a big deal Kitty was going to dwell on… At least not today. She brings the wine bottle back to her lips and takes a swig, nearly spitting it out again when Kingsley next speaks. “Um… You’re a lesbian? Not even Puckerman’s sperm can impregnate a women without boning them. Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t sleep with a Puckerman?”
kingsley scrunched her nose in faux disgust, even shuddering against the smaller woman as she rolled her eyes. “no thanks. being put in the same package as a man? yeah, no. i think we might need to break up, babe. for real. it’s either me or sam.” she watched the other take a drink, mostly because she was waiting for her turn more than anything else, but as soon as she saw the signs of possibly killing kitty over what she just blurted out, she was quick to jerk away from her — better to protect her face and minimal makeup than comfort her best friend. “okay, first? calm down. jesus. it’s like you live in the 18th century, girl.” she took this opportunity to take the bottle of wine from her, drinking two mouthfuls of it to prepare herself for whatever shitshow she’d just instigated. “i’m not saying now. i’m thinking, you know, in the near future. see, this is what happens when i get surrounded by people with babies at this age. i start thinking stupid shit and now i can’t take my eggs back into my uterus. i need to get away,” she joked, then sobered up. “i, uh, i froze my eggs. basically. got them extracted last week, saved for the future? yeah. so, no, i didn’t sleep with someone with a dick and ew, never. unless it’s synthetic, of course. and, uh, i may or may not have adopted a puppy.”
That height difference tho
doveportsan:
As long as you ignore the horrible state my house is in after a busy weekend mixed with several costumes and a wicked constant hangover, you’re welcome to come over. My stock is running low, but I’ve still got tequila, rum, and a half-empty bottle of white. Your choice.
hm. sounds... dangerous; like a field of landmines. on the second thought, i’d rather not. just kidding, of course. i’ll be there in twenty, more or less.
—
let it be known, that regardless of certain things, kingsley would always be prepared for any situation. hence, when she arrived at santana’s doorsteps, she held a bottle of white wine and a bag of lime in one hand whilst the other knocked on the wooden door. “you didn’t say body shots, but now i declare two or three before we leave!”
♪ i can’t tell you how much i didn’t want to stay i just kinda wish you were gay ♪
Wish You Were Gay // Billie Eilish
doveportsan:
Let’s be real, do I ever actually say no? To you? Or to drinks? I’m not exactly known for turning down an opportunity to get wasted, especially if rainbow drinks are involved. You don’t even have to ask.
well, i mean, if you are not up for anything, you can always say no, babe. always. don’t even hesitate, okay?
but, since you agreed — time and day you’re available? maybe we can pre-game at... yours?
doveportkitty:
“My anger never fades, babe. It just quietly festers, getting bigger and bigger waiting until the perfect time to explode.” Kitty’s nose scrunches, brows furrowing. “You don’t have to be civil with her. She’s a crazy person, which, FYI, gives you a free pass to be a bitch to her. And if you’re struggling, give me a call.” She rests her head on top of Kingsley’s, letting out a frustrated sigh. Towards Gigi mostly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt again, Kings. She’s not worth it, and you deserve better. I mean, you deserve the best. Hence you’re stuck with me.” She smiles, and presses a chaste kiss into her hair. The topic of Sam was possibly one she wanted to avoid being that her feelings (god, she hated she ever had those) were all over the place, but it was Kingsley, which meant it was an inevitable conversation. “His name is Sam. We had like… a thing last year? I got too closer and I ended it.” She shrugs. “It’s no big deal, but I don’t know, maybe I’m not totally opposed to re-starting said thing.”
“hm, doesn’t sound healthy, babe. maybe it’s best if you let go of some of that anger, you know? anyway, i don’t think we’re going to see much of her. doveport is... still larger than some places. even if we encounter her in the streets again, it’s so much easier to just turn our heads away instead of going in for the kill, right?” she glanced up at kitty and smiled appreciatively at the kiss given to her — though she was never one for very affectionate gestures, kingsley never did turn away from kitty’s. she was a comfort and reassurance from expectations and attachments she didn’t want to have. at least, not yet after what happened the last time she let herself be vulnerable to someone else. at this, she groaned playfully and cuddled a little closer to kitty, wrapping her arms around her waist as she nuzzled her face further into her neck. “get rid of sam and just be with me. how can i be stuck with you if you’ll potentially leave me behind for a white guy?” she sighed dramatically and pursed her lips, pondering over the newly found information. “you got too close and ran away. doesn’t sound like a ‘no big deal’ to me if this guy’s making you think things i didn’t know you were capable of— no offense, of course.” she nibbled on her lips, allowing herself to stay quiet for a little bit, before speaking again, “i’m having a kid.”
💬 — kings&alex
ALEX: yeah babe, sorry. time to start taking your omegas. your too young and hot to lose your memory : (
ALEX: oh, i like pool
ALEX: can we make it extra interesting
ALEX: for your attention span and also science?
KINGSLEY: : ( will you help me drink them on time?
KINGSLEY: ...
KINGSLEY: what do you have in mind, babe?
