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text → kalbi

KING: you busy?

KING: i need five minutes away from this set or i'm gonna completely lose it

KING: i will willingly pick up horse poop if that's what it takes

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text → avery

KING: there's a french film showing at nuart tomorrow night and i was wondering if you wanted to go with me?

KING: i don't think anyone besides you would appreciate it as much as i do

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rileygrxy:

Posing became easier the more she thought of how comforting King’s solid presence was, right beside her. Sure, there had been plenty of flashing lights thrown her way as of lately, but this was a whole new ballpark. Her chin tilted up, adoring smile tilting her lips up as she looked at the man, one hand sliding up to cup his chin. “Of course they will, I’m totally lovable.” The words came out with a self-mocking eye roll, her smile still in place as she kept her gaze on him, making sure to let her fondness shine through in the prolonged stare. “Next time, though, I’m pinning a boutonniere on you. Since coordinating outfits is so passe.”

king chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “well, i never did get to go to prom outside of a television show, so that could be a good life experience to replicate.” he took her hand and led her down the carpet a little further, towards the next section of cameras, then turned his body towards hers again -- walk, pose, repeat. king had been walking red carpets since he physically learned how to walk, so it was almost mechanical at this point. riley was making it fun, though, which was definitely helpful, with it being his first red carpet after his tenure in the peace corps. “you ready for the inevitable interview?” he asked, hand falling to the small of her back.

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calliexheadey:

“It’s no real fuss,” Callie let out, her tone light-hearted as though her etiquette classes had included balancing trays of coffee while walking on heels. She supposed the ages-old training of carrying a book with a full teacup on her head had prepared her for this sort of thing, in a way. Her head ducked as Kingston went on, the usual smile still fixed in its place. “That – That was on both of us, I’m sure.” Composure slightly broken for a few moments, she nearly stumbled on a step. “You didn’t – Whatever happened was probably not without it’s reason.” Again, as though the way their relationship had ended had been conventional. At all.

“hey, don’t do that,” he said, giving her a sad smile from behind his tower. “don’t sell yourself short. you’re a great person and you were a good girlfriend; what happened was in no way your fault. i was just... going through some stuff. which is a terrible excuse, but it’s all i got.” he sighed, wishing he could tug a hand through his hair or drum his fingers against his legs or any number of his nervous ticks which all required use of his hands. “i mean, i ran off to guyana shortly after, so impulsive decisions were kinda my thing at the time. so yeah -- not your fault in the slightest. you deserve a lot better than me.”

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mancandykings

Ross Butler photographed by Ssam Kim for The Glass Magazine (2018)

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hottestboysever

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Ross Butler for Nude Magazine (2018)

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pvnelopes:

“ YOU flatter me. ” the pinched frown is barely visible, covered up by a smile that only half reaches her eyes, but she bites her tongue. “ whatever gets you some sleep. my trailer isn’t that great, definitely not compared to your bed. sometimes you gotta love being that tall. a king sized bed. ” pun unintended. “ whatever floats your boat, although they could be nice and give you more more than like, two hours a sleep a day. you might feel like less of a zombie, but you sure do look like one. ” she peers over the counter to watch the barista working, squinting her eyes before pulling back with a little huff. patience isn’t her strong suit, even if she’s not needed on set for the next little while. “ ‘m going to spencer’s later, i think, but i can grab takeout on my way home. maybe i’ll beat you there –– anything you want in particular before you sleep like the dead tonight? ”

“what’s that saying? ‘sleep is for the weak’? i think they’re taking it a little too literally, but what can i say? the people at the bottom get the least.” it shouldn’t have bothered him when pip mentioned spencer -- they’d been dating since before he got back, and pip was happy which usually meant king was happy. so why didn’t he feel happy? “greek maybe? i’ve been craving gyros all week,” he said, pushing down whatever it was he was feeling. “i’m actually off after this coffee run, so my hibernation is starting within the hour. nudge me awake when you get home so i can see your face outside of the lot?”

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pvnelopes:

THE TOUCH is familiar enough that pip doesn’t jump or flinch. instead, she sinks into it, breathes in that smell she knows all too well. “ the back of my head is pretty freaking adorable, i gotta say. ” with a little hum she pulls away, quirking a brow as eyes trace over kingston. she raises a hand to lightly pat his cheek. “ you need to sleep more. nap in my trailer or something. c’mon, let’s get those coffees all sorted, huh? when are they gonna give you a real job? ”

“i don’t think i’ve seen a more adorable back of the head in my life,” king crooned, handing the list of coffee orders to the barista. “riley’s comes pretty close, though,” he added as an afterthought. he felt himself almost lean into her touch -- almost -- before the featherlight touch disappeared again. “i’ll probably head home, actually,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “don’t get me wrong, your trailer’s great and all, but i miss my bed. and this work marathon calls for a sleep, not a nap.” he glanced down at pip, nudging her with his elbow. “you saying this isn’t a real job? sure, it’s not as glamorous as what i used to do, but -- i don’t know, i feel like i’m actually doing something now. sure, i’m exhausted as all hell, but i somehow feel like less of a zombie than i did before.”

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balancing a tower of drink trays in his arms, king sent callie another grateful smile. “thanks again, by the way; i think three drink trays is my max.” he started the slow, careful walk back to the lot, he peeked around the tower so he could see where he was walking. “seriously. after the way i treated you before i left, i wouldn’t have blamed you if you ignored my text altogether.” // @calliexheadey

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king slipped an arm around riley’s waist, carefully angling his body towards the bright flashes in front of them. the premiere of his dad’s newest movie was their first real event as a couple, and he knew the pressure on them was palpable -- maybe more for her than him. he pressed a kiss to her hair, murmuring into it. “relax; you look beautiful and everyone’s gonna love us.” // @rileygrxy

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approaching the coffee cart, king saw the familiar form of his best friend and smiled. once he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her a tight squeeze. “you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, resting his chin on top of her head. “thanks for meeting me; i’m pretty sure i’m about to fall over.” // @pvnelopes

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bean-hood:

hearing that god-forsaken voice, bean groaned in indignation. “what’s so good about this morning?” she grumbled as she moved to her trailer door, opening it with a huff and arching a brow at king. “and if you wanna go home with that hand, i suggest you keep it far a-fucking-way from me,” she warned, stepping out of her trailer with her bag slung over her shoulders. the briton didn’t bother waiting for king as she headed towards the set. “for someone who’s in a hurry, you’re taking your damn time.”

“oh, it’s always a good morning when i get to start it ushering you to set,” he drawled, giving her a sickly sweet smile. he made no move to change his pace, shoving a hand deep into his pocket instead. “since one of my steps is about three of yours, i wouldn’t worry so much about my pace.”

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adelsteins:

rolling her eyes as kingston entered her office, she took another sip of her drink. great, this was all she needed. his mother wasn’t one to be messed with but she did have respect for her as her had made quite the name for herself in the industry. still, that didn’t stop her from being slightly jealous of her creativity. “i didn’t order any coffee, kid.” putting her glass down on the table, she leaned forward. “did you have anything else to say or was that it? despite what management says, i am very busy.” perhaps that had been a little too far for her to go, especially with who his parents were.

king pressed his lips together, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “i have a text message from less than five minutes ago that says otherwise,” he said, taking a few steps in and setting the coffee down on her desk. “it’s already paid for, so you can dump it in your ficus for all i care.” already on his way out, he turned when she spoke again, pursing his lips as his eyebrows raised. “yeah, i can smell the vodka on your breath from all the way over here. i don’t mean to insult your process, but some people higher up than me might not like it so much.”

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