#kitemale

[mysteryoflovc]

"Shit when did you get back in town?" Warren feels like he's seen a ghost as the joint slips from his lips. He scrambles to grab it from burning a hole in his shirt as he stares at the other. He can't even attempt to hide his shock. It had been weird as fuck when they left; in his bed that night and gone in the morning without so much as a goodbye. Warren had tried not to think it was his fault but what else was the catalyst other then their weird, fucked up summer fling? He exhales slowly before offering the joint their way, "You back for round two this summer or what?" Is that a fun lighthearted joke to make right now? Warren wants to throw up. @kitemale

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‘       are   you   okay   ?   .   .   .   did   someone   say   something   to   you   ?       ’

ꕤ  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳   @kitemale  .   .   .   𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦   𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯   𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥   .ᐟ

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‘     right,   yeah,   i   know   how   it   goes.     ’             albeit   with   an   awkward   smile,   he   offers   a   nod   of   understanding.             ‘     i   didn't   see   shit.     ’

ꕤ  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳   @kitemale  .   .   .   𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦   𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯   𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥   .ᐟ

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‘   i'm   so   sorry.   ’           apology   tumbles   out   so   clumsily,   she'd   almost   accuse   herself   of   being   drunk.   her   eyes   won't   focus   and   her   heart   won't   slow   down.   every   inch   of   her   tries   to   race   away   from   the   sight   she   walked   in   on,   the   embrace   she   interrupted,   but   her   mind   remains   there.   stuck.   frustration   bubbles   up   within   her,   suffocating   in   its   ferocity,   and   she   digs   the   heels   of   her   palms   into   her   eyes.   anything   to   not   fucking   cry   right   now.           ‘   i'm   sorry.   god.   you   didn't   have   to   come   out   here,   i   didn't   mean   to   ⸺   i   didn't   know.   sorry.   ’   she   sniffles   and   tries   to   right   herself   but   for   the   life   of   her,   she   still   can't   look   at   him.

ꕤ  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳   @kitemale  .   .   .   𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦   𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯   𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥   .ᐟ

[sugcrtalkin]

"you're supposed to be running this place, not giving me reasons to stay by flirting with me. don't you have things to do?"/ @kitemale

[sugcrtalkin]

"don't worry, i won't… but i already made myself at home. so you might as well play nice for a little bit longer. " / @kitemale

[wndrbcy]

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

@kitemale

He's been seeing the signs for weeks. The missed calls, the absence between them that grew sentient. Eddie's caught her in a lie—found out from a friend of a friend that Ronnie wasn't where she'd said she was. He leans against the doorway and crosses his arms over his chest. "You wanna tell me where you were last night?" His accusation bites, oblivious to how dangerous the answer might be. "And don't lie, either, cause it wasn't with Alexis."

[unyiielding]

closed starter for : @kitemale plot : 'i'm in love with my roommate's girlfriend/boyfriend'

slow days were a heaven-sent. sure, malls becoming another dying relic only made her more desperate for overnight stardom, but the less customers, the better. moriah could only pretend not to notice customers carelessly unfolding the overpriced jeans she just got finished fixing, only to toss them aside moments later, so many times. one of these days, she was going to lose it. something else she couldn't pretend to notice was them. like a slow motion scene in romcom, there they were, just out of reach as per usual. the blonde preened her hair and hide her lanyard in the pocket of her jeans. she didn't make a habit to play up what actually paid the bills when beauty pageants failed, though her roommate might've already mentioned where she spent most of her time. "h-hey!" she beamed in spite of the fear that she was somehow intruding. there were moments back at the apartment that sometimes it felt like they actually enjoyed her company, but that was easy to say when they were all but forced to interact with her. seeing them out in the wild brought on a new level of uncertainty. "fancy seeing you here." her hands slipped into her pockets as she rocked on balls of her feet. "let me guess — you're hoping to blow your tax return on... pretzels and expensive sneakers?"