𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 & cσηтαgισυs

– “OOH, YEAH,” BLAIR NODS, AND MORE THAN ANYTHING, she likes that she’s incited his passion on the subject. “ totally. and here we are, counting the minutes down ‘til our shifts at the fuckin’ strawberry mall. ” until she goes back to la, at least. his appearance earns a wry smile from her, but she LIKES his style, especially because she knows what it means. she likes people that wear their warning signs on their sleeve. bold. “ trying or trying too hard ? ” she retorts, although she thinks it might be true about him, “ i like your hair, though. green’s cool. would you believe that when i was born, i was a blonde ? ” she tilts her head emphatically. “ dunno. when i’m sad i usually… ” her eyes drift to the joint resting between her fingertips, “ smoke about it. ” 

kit novak : a moodboard

– “AND I’M NOT GONNA ARGUE WITH YOU THERE – granted, our world in general mainly puts men in power, so…statistically, they’ve got more opportunities to cause all the problems. ” she watches the way his face changes, and she doesn’t interrupt him – SOMETIMES, blair thinks she’s drawn to sad people. does that mean she’s sad herself ? she’s not sure – she doesn’t feel sad, most of the time. “ yeah, that’s kinda a bummer, ” blair grins wryly, exhaling smoke from her lips. “ but there’s nothing wrong with it, you know. if you’re sad, just…own it. ”

“and you’re exposing this secret just because? they might kick you out if they find out about this.” she smiled at him, dipping one of her fries in ketchup and taking a bite. “you think anyone working at sonic is in it for the long haul. this is a ‘there’s no better option so i’ll take this until there is’ kind of job. we’re just not as dedicated as the satanists at hot topic, but oh i wish we were. it would probably be a lot more fun that way.”

drew liked the food court, most of the time she managed to talk whatever cashier into giving her a discount, or even free food. today she had a garbage plate, given to her by the sonic employee who had just melted half the menu into one trash heap, and she couldn’t be more pleased. she sat down next to kit, about to scoop the gooy mess into her face, when he spoke. her face contorted in confusion, “b-bloodletting?” she questioned, totally lost on what that could possibly be, “why would you have to get facial piercings? vampires are just misunderstood, they’re very kind.”

– A BIT OF A WRY SMILE CROSSES HER LIPS. “ ironic, isn’t it ? spent his whole life pointing out corporate sellouts and the machine, and they fuckin’ monetized his death before his body was cold, ” she blows a puff of smoke in the other direction, and it helps make a grim conversation feel increasingly casual. “ fair enough. everyone likes to turn a woman into a villain, ” she points out. sometimes she feels a little evil herself, and she likes it. she figures even if she didn’t kill her husband, courtney does too. “ are you ? ” she ashes the blunt on her fingertip. “ a deeply unhappy person ? ” 

mimi was a lot of things, but the way she presented herself was bubbly– sweet. but one would be surprised to find underneath lurked stranger things about the girl. for instance, as kit would come to find, her own little secret about working there. “i can tell you definitely why that’s abso not true, and here’s why,” she said, her hand reaching up and flipping a septum ring that was oft hidden from her nose. “see? didn’t burst into flames.” she did have to hide it, though, store policy.  “plus i’ve seen really weird people come in here. mostly creeps. but, like, yeah. no forcefield. just sneaky people.”

– “REGULAR PRINCE CHARMING, HUH?” SHE ARCHES HER BROW as she takes the lighter from him. “ in that case, call me cinderella. ” blair smiles cheekily, lighting the joint before passing it back. “ three years later and they’re still selling merch like he’s alive, ” she takes a drag and nods at the quote on the lighter, “ you think miss love offed him or what ? ” 

margot lived in the food court, it was part of working there and she didn’t know if she loved or hated it. it was the heart of the mall, everyone stopped by which means she got to see any of her friends fairly often (along with some good entertainment to laugh at), but it also meant dealing with everyone those she disliked included. getting on her own break and having her lunch, taking a seat next to kit, glad to see someone she actually liked. “why didn’t you ever tell me you guys had so much fun there? maybe i’d have applied there instead.” she smiled, taking a sip of her drink after.

“jesus christ, kit–” newt startles from where he’s honestly just attempting to wash his hands at kit’s punch, brows furrowing in his confusion for a moment as he looks between the two of them in alarm. if he knew this was what was going to happen when he went to have a piss he might have just risked the bladder infection and held it for the rest of time. newt simply watches as wren vents his frustration, still half shocked that this is even happening. he’s not sure how things got to the point of physical violence, but considering the two guys he was currently spending the afternoon in a cramped bathroom with, he supposes he should have expected it. he catches wren’s prolonged look and scans his eyes for a silent moment, jaw clenching as he bites back a lot of the things he wants to say and simply sighs deeply instead. he drops his gaze from wren’s tiredly, before he’s pursing his lips and at least attempting to diffuse the situation.  “alright, alright, let’s… all just calm the fuck down okay?” newt says as he raises both his hands in a gesture of peace. “there’s no reason to bloody deck each other or knock anyone’s teeth out. thing’s are fine.” newt pauses a moment before he’s leaning towards kit, his hand gently circling his friend’s wrist as he arches his brow in silent question. because, yes, things were terribly awkward and uncomfortable and wren was absolutely being an ass, but wren was usually a bit of an ass. so kit’s reaction still seemed a bit disproportionate for just that. “right?” newt’s thumb strokes over the inside of kit’s wrist, brow raising as he asks, “we’re fine? and… we’re going to go to the food court,” newt is truly making this up as he goes along, just… trying to somehow keep things than getting any worse than they already are. “and get ice for… wren’s… face. and kit’s knuckles. and we’re going to all forget this ever happened! we’re going to collectively agree to deeply repress this experience, and only ever bring it up years from now when it’s dredged up in intensive therapy!” newt raises his hands brightly with the words, looking between the two of them expectantly before he’s adding, “and everything will be fine. right?” 

@actualdumpster​

“i’d like to see you try,” kit shot back, even though he knew wren could take him. still, he was never one to give up in the middle of the fight. especially when giving up would mean acknowledging that this was even happening. as newt speaks, he looks down at the floor, fingers still curled tightly into fists. he feels that familiar sinking dread in his stomach; he acted before he thought, constantly, and whenever newt was often the one to make him acknowledge his behavior. but... but nothing felt fine, something had changed, and kit didn’t know whether to like it or not. he was just a whirling ball of shame and guilt and regret and disgust directed towards himself. but then newt gently circles his wrist, pressing his thumb over his pulse, and for one startling, wonderful, overwhelming moment, everything is just reed newton, his fingers and his eyes. it was moments like these, when his heart was beating and he felt his breath catch in his throat, that he considered throwing caution to the wind. subconsciously, kit dug his front teeth into his lower lip, and he nodded, placating his friend. “right, we’re... we’re fine.” he gave his friend a weak smile, quickly fading once newt let him go. ah, and it was the chill that filled him at the loss of reed newton that made him want to bury everything he felt deep, deep, deep in his chest, where no one could ever find it. he shoved his hands back into his pockets, to avoid rubbing his fingers over his wrists, ghosting the place where newt once was. “right,” he mutters, sounding a lot more like himself. “and my knuckles don’t need ice, they’re fucking fine.” 

“alright man, i wasn’t here the night of the fire but this is what i think as, you know, one of chuck e’s angels, like off the record. unless you wanna, like tell the people of course, cause that’s totally chill if you do, man, i still love you.” deon says absolutely unprovoked, brow arching for a moment he smiles and continues, “but dude, i think i fuckin’ cracked it, man! like i fuckin got it, bruh, like, okay.” deon puts his hands up as he arches his brows higher, immediately saying, “no one knows how the fire happened right, like it’s a total fuckin’ mystery… like nancy drew. or scooby doo you know? but i fuckin’ do, because right around the same time that we had the fire the fuckin toy store got in those new little ugly things, you know, the furbies!” deon’s eyes are bright with his enthusiasm as he gestures wildly. “bruh, my theory is that at night, those little motherfuckers turned into gremlins, you know from like the movie gremlins, and they fuckin’ came in and tried to burn down the chuck e cheese, cause, get this,” deon leans into them conspiratorially, almost whispering as he says, “they didn’t want the competition. they were jealous of chuck e! they wanted to be the only animatronic motherfuckers in town! and also cause you know, they’re gremlins and those fuckers are nasty.” deon nods in approval at his words, leaning back easily before he’s arching a brow and pointing at them as he says, “and you wanna know how i know i’m right? the next day after the fire,” deon brings his hands together a moment before making an exploding gesture as if to silently say ‘poof’. “…all the fuckin’ furbies were fuckin gone, man! like how do you explain that? they’re evil, dude, i’m fuckin telling you!” deon shakes his head with a sigh as if deeply put out, “they’re gonna fuckin’ kill us in our sleep…” 

open starter.

– HER SHIFT IS IN TEN MINUTES, so…that’s probably adequate time to smoke a joint and chill outside near the dumpster and still arrive right on schedule – which happens to be fifteen minutes late. she pulls the joint out of a tin in her leather purse, fumbling around in the bag for a lighter – nothing. she can see it in her mind now: sitting right on her nightstand next to the ashtray, covered in stickers. fuck. so, she waves down the first person that passes by. 

“ hey-o, ” she greets cheerfully, “ got a light ? ” she waves the joint in the air, rocking it back and forth precariously on her fingertips with confidence. “ i’ll share. ”

it wasn’t until lunch that kit would see mimi, typically, and there was a good reason for that. so he asked her, only half-joking, “could you help me test out a theory? see, i’ve never been inside limited too, and i’ve never seen a person with face piercings inside limited too. for all i know, there’s a fucking forcefield around that place blocking people with facial piercings from entering. do you think that’s true, yes or no?” 

newt twists around as kit makes move to leave, immediately blurting out, “wait, you don’t–” luckily wren stops kit before newt has to, because he’s… actually kind of rather busy at the moment. or, well. it would be luckily, if wren wasn’t… wren. newt goes from glancing at kit to giving wren as unimpressed of a look as anyone can while…  holding their dick. newt quickly turns back around to finish up what he’s doing, before he’s pursing his lips and saying, “thanks so much for the offer, wren, but i think i’m going to have to pass.” his cheeks are warm with the very thought and maybe under… different circumstances newt would… consider it more. because once again, it was wren and kit. the temptation was there. but so was the fact that this was the first time in weeks newt had even properly spoken to wren, and that kit seemed about ready to run the moment he even saw him. so yeah. threesomes were not on the table. newt finishes up and zips up his pants before he’s half jokingly, half coolly (because maybe he’s more frustrated with wren than he’d like to admit. sue him.) adding, “my mother always told me not to accept offers for threesomes from the strange men you meet in public bathrooms, and i’ve lived my life following that rule so far. i don’t wanna break the streak now. but maybe the next guy to come through that door will be more willing, you never know.” newt finally turns then, making his way to the sinks as he makes an active attempt to try not to think of what the two of them where just doing against them when he came in. he glances at the both of them as he stops to wash his hands, eyes falling a bit awkwardly on kit as he nods and says, “i’ll leave you guys to get back to it though, alright?” newt doesn’t mean to glance down at both of them pointedly, but it happens anyways. because he’s an idiot apparently. “i mean it looks like you both should probably… take care of things, so.” newt pointedly turns on the tap, and honestly, kind of wishes he could go down the drain with the water. 

@actualdumpster​

as soon as wren mentioned newt joining, all kit could do was freeze in pure terror. just the thought of that- ugh, he didn’t want wren between him and newt, that was just-. he shook his head. when wren wrapped an arm around his shoulders, kit shoved it off, glaring at him all the while. “don’t fucking touch me, fuckhead. you’re being so goddamned gross right now.” his cheeks were reaching new levels of heat he didn’t even really know was possible, and he hoped, for a fleeting second, that he would soon wake up and this would all be a dream. but no; kit was never that lucky. fuck, now his best friend in the world knew he was the type of person to hook up with guys in a public restroom, to hook up with the kinds of guys that tried to talk people into threesomes. it felt like his best friend was... dismissing him, and kit hated it, hated every moment of this. hated the fact that newt knew he was fucking hard. so, he turned around to face wren, glaring down at him for a moment. “wren,” was all he said before he socked him in the jaw. he shook his fist out, making his way out of the washroom again. “consider that a preview of me kicking your ass, fucking creepazoid.” 

          her  face  contorted  at  the  word  warlock.   “   —   yeah,  i  can  TELL.  do  you  even  have  a  hypothesis  ?   ”