#killlingboys

[summerprettyonly]

Hello kitty who?

[niieve]

open to: @killlingboys​

though he wasn’t ever exactly thrilled to see any members of his family, jessa was by far his visitor of choice, if he had any say in the matter -- which, he didn’t, not really, but at least he didn’t feel like jumping off the roof of the bar, whenever she walked through the doors. not that his parents had actually ever been here. he’d made jessa swear to secrecy when it came to his business’ location, paired with a light threat of blackmail just to make sure she never broke that promise. 

“who are you running away from this time?” not the friendliest of greetings, sure, but the mctavish family had never exactly been known for their warm welcomes. a glass of nothing more than coke and ice was set in front of his sister, a subtle hint without actually having to bring up the difficult conversation - another family tradition he’d yet to shake, despite being removed from it for a decade at this point. “a boyfriend? or his wife?” 

[haloruined-archive]

closed    for    @killlingboys .

❝    i'm    listening    to    you    speak   ,    but    like    ―    all    i'm    hearing    are    excuses   .    ❞

[bcrgondy]

closed starter for : @killlingboys​​​​​

      “     i’m sorry ,    okay ?    i didn’t tell you because i knew you’d be upset and i didn’t wanna upset you     [      ...     ]       can you stop being mad at me now ?       ”

[niieve]

open to: @killlingboys​

"i only wanted to help.” 

[niieve]

open to: @killlingboys​​​ based on: plot in source

the breakup had been tough enough - messy, public, with the tabloids exploiting every detail they were given, along with a few, fabricated ones of their own. but now? finding out that they’d already moved on, not even a month later? it was too much, and the reason that she was here now, outside their door in the middle of the night, ready to give her ex a piece of her - not entirely sober - mind, her finger staying pressed on the doorbell without pause. 

[niieve]

open to: @killlingboys​​​ based on: plot in source

“...you’re not from around here, are you?” the longer his eyes remained on the other, it became increasingly obvious that his question was completely redundant. it was always easy to spot a visitor - in part, because they didn’t get them all that often, but additionally because they always seemed totally perplexed when they showed up at charlene’s on a saturday night, and expected some sort of wild party. sure, it was the most happening spot in town, but that wasn’t saying much. “it’s line dancing. let me guess... you were expecting all that... bumping and grinding, like at some nightclub? that’s not really how we do things around here, hate to break it to ya.” 

[niieve]

meet the itzan-lockharts: a gifset series ↳ 2/? ♥ thirsting over your hot roommate/soulmate that “hates” you #justvalentinoitzanthings