#x-kee-x

[boldaslxve]

【＠ｘ－ｋｅｅ－ｘ  ！】

( @x-kee-x​ )

          “---𝐢’𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞.” 𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, his left hand giving him away as he twisted his hair-- a nervous habit he’d picked up from childhood. for some reason, he always managed to convince himself that his problems ‘weren’t that big of a deal.’ as if his pain didn’t matter-- another habit he’d picked up from childhood...

          “okay, so maybe i’m NOT fine, but you don’t have to worry. i’m like a cat. i always land on my feet.” that probably was the truth. ray was nothing if not resilient. “but hey,” he paused, the earnest emotion he was about to share filling him with discomfort, “thanks for checking up on me. not many people do. just my family.” another pause and he was more than ready to move on. “anyway, how’ve you been?”

[wearenothingpoetic]

( @x-kee-x )

       Zacarías used to believe that he could avoid any possible heartache by avoiding people altogether. Zoella just happened to come at the wrong time though, in the perfect way, she played with the kids and didn’t mind too much if he got caught up at work and forgot dates. She was everything he was missing and then she wasn’t anymore. “I can’t do this anymore.” She had said. “You’re impossible.” And he never knew what that meant. So, the following night he left the kids with a close friend, occupied a barstool for awhile before he decided that he was gonna ask what she meant by that. He just didn’t know that he had the wrong door. 

[exiledartist-blog1]

open starter for : @x-kee-x

 “yeah, i’m not doing this” he said chuckling as soon as he entered his friends house, he saw his ex sitting down on the couch. “can we just get along!” his drunk friend yelled from the couch as he swung his beer bottle all around. “sorry, I'm not a big fan of assholes” he said eyeing down his ex, as he made his way back to the door trying to head out but was stopped by his friend. 

[bcckmarkedarchive]

@x-kee-x  liked the permanent starter call

“Please tell me that isn’t your best idea.”

[spilledinkisms]

based on the second plot in this:

   if she’s really being honest, monroe has no idea how she wound up here again, around the person she promised herself that she’d keep her distance from. she’s too intelligent to try and kid herself on how ridiculous it is to spend time with someone she has such strong feelings for, but the added pressure of trying to hide those emotions from her best friend have gotten more difficult as time as gone on. she doesn’t know if she’s good enough of an actress to keep up her facade but all she can hope for is that she’ll be able to keep all of this hidden for as long as possible. her rapid thought process is broken when she glances at the other trying to get her attention, not having realized that she zoned out in the middle of their conversation and was lost in her head. “w-what?” she mumbles, eyes meeting the other’s as she regains focus, “s-sorry, w-w-what w-were you s-saying?” | @x-kee-x

[davidkarofskyindie]

x-kee-x (Xander/Kendrick)

“No no I swear, I’ve never even heard of the Fabulous Ladies Nightclub... I certainly never danced there in a thong” Xander promised, turning red as he spoke in fluent lied “And I definitely didn’t give a hot guy a lap dance while not working there... and there is no way that guy could be you cos I’d remember that, if I did it... which I didn’t” he said, lying even more out of shock that someone he had danced for had run into him while he was at a bar.

@x-kee-x

[spilledinkisms]

based on one of the plots in this: 

    “yo, are you serious right now? can you not fuckin’ do this shit again?” he calls out to the other male, standing up from his position as he was going through their shared fridge, rolling his eyes at the empty cartons left in there. “at least clean the trash outta here before putting new shit in, c’mon now…” it was such a frustrating situation for xavier that he’s still having to share half of his home and space with his ex after their breakup, not being able to branch out on his own once they split. becoming successful with his tattoo artistry has its perks, but without any progress in his finances yet he’s still in the same place after all of this time. as much as he doesn’t mean to he ends up taking out a lot of these frustrations on his ex-turned-roommate by nitpicking little things around the house, which in the back of his mind he knows isn’t fair. “i’m not a maid,” he remarks bluntly, throwing everything away with a sigh, “clean up your own shit from now on, alright?” | @x-kee-x

[elemcnt]

          “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU EXPECTED ME TO SAY.” the other’s argument hadn’t fallen on deaf ears nor did he want to give off that impression, but jinx personally wasn’t expecting this topic. the conversation in question captures his undivided attention, not wanting to give the other anything else to be upset about. “what is it that i’m missing here, what’s wrong?” / @x-kee-x​