#kittywriites

[thursdaygrl]

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"Fuck, I really didn't mean to fall asleep here." Dove inspected her phone, finding that it was dead, which of course was just the cherry on top. She stopped when her gaze caught on River, just barely roused from sleep and bathed in morning sunlight. It was distracting, but she tried to avert her stare. "You don't have to get up. I can get an Uber."

[felteverywhere]

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Dove could feel discomfort in every part of her body for the last few days. She’d avoided the touch of her boyfriend, citing a lack of trust and comfort that he was begrudgingly accepting as he tried his best to fix them. She hadn’t told him what happened, in fact she’d gone out of her way to hide it from him, still reeling from her choice to get back at him with the worst possible person she could have chosen. And she knew, on some level that maybe she’d taken advantage of her feelings for her, on a quest for revenge, but she hadn’t expected it to be like it was. She also hadn’t been expecting River to not answer when she finally did call. That had led her there, to his door, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she watched him finally answer it. “You’re avoiding me.” She stated. No greeting, just that. “I told you I was gonna call. What? You just decided you didn’t care to answer?”

[lustfulheart]

@kittywriites​ because we don’t have enough going on as is.

This is entire night had been a mistake. From coming back into town to actually showing up at his younger brothers birthday bash. Every last moment of this evening had been torture to the man who had left it all behind, so at the first chance he got - he slipped away. Ryker couldn’t very well leave just yet, but the idea had been tempting. So perching upon the edge of his motorcycle in what could only be described as inner turmoil personified, he rooted around in his pocket for a lone cigarette, the last one in the pack. Sure he had been trying to quit - or at least cut back lately - but today had been stressful ... let him be. He lit up with a sigh and brought the little white stick to his lips, but before he could even enjoy the first drag, he heard the tell tale signs of heels on pavement approaching from behind him. Shoulders tensed, and without even looking back, he made the very wrong assumption that it was his mother coming to tell him off once more this evening and shot back before she had a chance. “Yeah yeah yeah ... I’ll be back in, in a second.”

[kiillmeromantically]

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“why are you pouting?” asked caroline the moment she lowered herself beside him. the blonde hadn’t even bothered to hide the smirk that decorated her face. of course she had waited until she had spotted him alone. she had watched as his date had hurried out and it had been all too easy to get rid of her. the blonde knew that it wasn’t fair but she didn’t exactly care. the moment that she had realized that he had a date, she had been furious. she had no right to be but that didn’t matter to her. it also helped that her her boyfriend had to leave early and she had been bored. she reached to run her fingers through jesse’s curls,” your date seemed nice,” she paused,” but she seemed to be in such a hurry to leave.” 

[distantxdaydreams]

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This night was literally turning into a fucking nightmare. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to be - you know, being the night before his wedding and all. There was so much hustle and bustle. His mother-in-law to be barking out orders to the bridal party in a tone that wasn’t necessary, his beautiful bride in a panic, and both of their families mixing and mingling more than Connor ever wanted to bear witness to. He expected it to be stressful, and maybe he would have gotten through it unscathed... That was, until his gaze met hers. A certain stripper he’d frequented - not on purpose... or well... not... It didn’t matter. It had just been a moment of weakness, right? A spot of nerves the weeks leading up to the wedding? It was a drink with all his attention focused on her a night or two a week... It wasn’t wrong, right? Connor was sent into a pure panic, palms sweaty as his sweet future wife grabbed the forbidden object of his desire and pulled her over to him. He blinked. Like, just blinked. Everything happened so slow and so fast at the same time. Charlotte. Her sister. She worked at a club. Right. Her sister. A club. A strip club. Charlee. As everything came full circle, Connor was certain he was going to pass out. However, he managed and made it through... the first time meeting his future sister in law.

The night felt never ending, but finally he was able to grab the girl alone. Eyes flickered nervously as he pulled her off to the side somewhere. He was certain he’d be caught, certain someone would find out where he’d actually been spending those late nights at work. Certain someone would learn that maybe... in the most innocent way possible? He’d been slightly obsessing over her? Nerves - it was just nerves. Wasn’t it? Connor cleared his throat, shaking his head as he let go of the light grip he had on her wrist. “Lottie,” He greeted, his voice soft as he let out a shaky breath. Even now, just like this, it felt like she had some weird grip on him. He made note of the grimace she made earlier when she was introduced as Charlotte and remembered the tone in which his fiance had expressed something along the lines of ‘oh right, she only answers to Lottie’. And clearly he wasn’t going to call her by what she went by at the club, right? His head was spinning and his mouth was so dry. It’s not like he had done anything - not really. A lap dance or two, really. But did the universe really have to throw his wife to be’s sister in his lap? “Please, can we j-just--keep this between us?”

[kiillmeromantically]

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a sigh that was a mixture of both annoyance an exhaustion slipped from caroline’s lips. her fingers were deftly pulling the bobby pins out that had kept her blonde locks in a tight twist for a majority of the night. the only thing that she was thinking was that she wanted nothing more than a long hot bath and her bed that was incredibly tempting. of course that meant slipping out of the valentino black strapless dress that she had donned for the evening. she had managed to get it partly unzipped before opting to get her hair down. she already knew that her father and step mother had caught the red eye to paris. there was apparently some kind of issue at the office that could not wait. the pins dropped carelessly to the floor as she heard the door swinging open. already she knew exactly who it was considering the staff was too busy cleaning up the mess. she slowly turned around to see him looming in the doorway,” shouldn’t you have taken your date home? or did you just stick her in a cab?” 

[lustfulheart]

@kittywriites​​ || that Bella/Jesse au

It had been two weeks since they hooked up in the backseat of his car. Two long grueling weeks of overtime at work and family drama that never seemed to end, and the girl needed a break. In her mind, she deserved it. So why not head to her favorite club with a few girl friends and dance the night away? Self care. That’s all it was. And who knew, maybe she’d end up in the backseat of some other guys car tonight. Or at the very least she’d have him pay for a few rounds of drinks before ghosting him for the night. That could be fun too. But for now, she was out on the dance floor, not even worrying about who she would catch the eye of just yet.

[lustfulheart]

@kittywriites​ gets a sad Violet

“He stood me up!” Her voice cracked as she brushed past him the moment he opened his front door and blonde hair whipped wildly as she turned to face him once she was inside. There weren’t any fresh tears in her eyes at the moment but it was the puffy pink patches surrounding the area that was the dead giveaway that she had been crying on the way over. Lips trembled and shoulders shrugged in a defeated kind of way. “He’s the third one! - What is wrong with me?”