#c:king

[dcrbyalbright]

Sitting on the windowsill of the bathroom, perched precariously with a cigarette in hand, Darby had been looking for a few moments of quiet. She had been doing an excellent job of pretending to be alright for most of the night, pretending like what Harry had said hadn’t gotten to her. But now, alone with her thoughts, she could feel it weighing on her. She needed to do something to distract herself. It seemed like fate when her ex, King, opened the bathroom door, catching her mid-drag as a soft smile pulled at her lips despite herself. “Of course you’re dress as Hamlet,” she said upon spotting him, tapping the ash off her cigarette as she exhaled out the window. “C’mere. Join me. For old times sake.” @kingstxns​

[milliekennedy]

The library was quiet in the summer. Not normally her study spot of choice but the cafes were a bit too bustling. Even Mils wasn’t going to elbow an old granny for a spot at the Thinking Cup. In her search for a desk, she spotted King. And, well, the temptation wrapped its claws around her and led the way. Millie announced herself by dropping her bag on the table. "I’m in need of a tutor. Any chance you can help a girl out?” Mils titled her head to the side, looking across the table at King as she plopped onto the empty seat. By the way she spoke, it would have seemed like she didn’t remember the kiss she’d initiated at the party; but catch her eyes flicking down to look at his lips and you just might know the truth. “Psychology.” @kingstxns

[felixlcsser]

Crashing through the crowd, Fitz had a tall glass of champagne clutched in his had, already wasted. He had been hidden away in one of the bedrooms most of the night, snorting coke off a mirror with some sophomore named Robby, who kept talking Fitz’s ear off about chemtrails. He was admittedly in a sour mood when he bumped into King, spilling most of his champagne down the boy’s shirt, face turning into a twisted expression of laughter as he did so. “Jesus, fuck, look where you’re fucking going!” He licked over his lips, trying to see if he recognized the boy. “Who even the fuck are you? Ken doll looking piece of shit.”  @kingstxns​

[kreacherreplies]

1X1 MANIPS: KING & MILLIE ↴

“i always saw you.” “i know you did.”

@honcvbees

[kreacherreplies]

“Sorry, my cooking prowess goes out the window after eggs and bacon,” Millie joked, just finished flipping over a few eggs over in her pan. It was a simple meal but it was a small act of kindness, a thanks for him being there. Not just for the other day but if Mils paused to tally it up... countless days. Eggs made over easy slid off her pan and onto one plate, adored by bits of toast. “If you have comments for the chef, I will direct you to the suggestion box,” she joked, pausing mid-way to the sink to gesture, with pan, towards the trash can.  Cooking supplies abandoned after a quick spout of running water, Millie turned back towards her brother’s childhood friend with a plate of her own. Stools open, seats open at the table, and yet she chose to eat while hopped up on the counter, plate resting on her lap. “Okay, so I tried not to over-salt it but... it is habit. Break it to me,” she requested, just short of shoveling eggs into her mouth. Her eyebrows hitched, a request of the truth. Good, bad, amazing? She wondered how he’d describe her in that moment. @honcvbees​

[reallifehqgossip]

i think athena has her work cut out for her in a town like this. king is the right idea with being the dirty cop of dayton

“Oh without a doubt. Although I don’t know about you guys, but that woman sends a chill down my spine. I would not mess with her, she does not give a shit who you are in this town. Rumor has it she’s even going after Scotty Wheeler himself... Big lady balls, for sure. Don’t tell her about King though, can’t imagine that would go down too well over their morning donuts and coffee.”.

[charliexnightingale-blog]

@kingxrick

She hurts. Everywhere. Her head is pounding; her feet, shoulders, and hands throb. But the worst pain is the one in her chest. There’s only one thing that can help her at times like this, only one person. She stands in his doorway, eyes filling with tears at just the sight of him. She’s safe here -- she can let go now.

“H-hi. Um. I-. ...Can you hold me? Please?”

[jesscabrown-blog]

clariking replied to your post:

What? This is new to me as well.

Don't let me stop you.