#sh: veith

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snapchat + serial cast, pt v

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"That's the dumbest looking snowman I've ever seen..." veith 😘 even tho violet that is fucking rude god i hope she made the snowman and not hIM

I narrow my eyes at Violet as soon as she’s done speaking, trying not to break at her annoyed expression. Her hands rest on her hips, foot tapping against the snow — or attempting to — as she analyzes the snowman she begged me to build for her. “What?” I speaking mockingly, looking back at my piece of art (it’s seriously shit, but I wouldn’t admit that to her). “I did it at your image, Kane.” Violet offended expression is priceless, and I bet she would be slapping my chest if she could manage to move quickly with that much snow surrounding her tiny feet.“That’s right, stay right there while I go inside and get some hot coffee for me. You deserve some punishment for being a spoiled brat.” I add, crossing my arms over my chest as she struggles to take a few more steps and complains about how rude I am and how she should kick me out for the day. None of us means it, but I keep the smile all the same until she’s close and pouting— it’s her way of getting things. Sadly, it works. ���We’ll build a better one later, babe. But for now, we actually need to go inside. You’re freezing.” I tell her in a whisper, wrapping my arms around her trembling body.

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snapchat + serial cast, pt iv

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[text]: It's about what you want, as always. / [text]: You don't give yourself enough credit. / [text]: Is that what you think? // keith & violet

[text]: It’s about what you want, as always. 

Violet → Keith: Well, I mean.. I do fund your paycheck.Violet → Keith: Relax, Keith. I’m just kidding.Violet → Keith: If you really want, we can do something else.Violet → Keith: It doesn’t have to always be about me.

[text]: You don’t give yourself enough credit. 

Violet → Keith: Do I really have a reason to?Violet → Keith: I mean, everyone just thinks that I’m just a dumb rich girl.Violet → Keith: It’s what you thought, isn’t it?

[text]: Is that what you think?

Violet → Keith: Honestly, I don’t know what to think?Violet → Keith: I just know you’re not talking to me, and I don’t know why.

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"Someone's impatient.." veith :*

There was a certain degree of truth to her bodyguard’s words, but Violet wasn’t about to admit to that. Not when they’d hardly had a moment alone all day, all week even. Her hands tugged at the fabric of his tie, her eyes flashing dangerously as she felt his hands moving to cover her own, effectively stopping her movements. “Maybe I am,” the blonde groaned, trying to move her hands again but to no avail. It wasn’t often that Violet attempted to take control of things, knowing exactly how dominant Keith could be - but the taste of a new year had her feeling a little reckless. After all, they’d promised to take things seriously this year - and what was more serious than showing Keith exactly what he’d been denying himself all night? After trying to move her hands once more and failing, Violet let a small sigh spill from her lips. “Fine, but if you don’t kiss me at midnight, I’m not-” Her lower lip was pulled between her teeth in that moment, and she couldn’t help but pout. There wasn’t anything she could deny him in that moment that wasn’t punishing herself too, and they both knew it. “Can you please just kiss me? I’ve missed you today.”

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“Bring a jacket!” veith :*

I don’t know what’s come over Keith today, I honestly don’t. He came into my room a few minutes ago, breakfast in hand and excitement written all over his features, insisting over and over that I get up to get a Christmas tree. A Christmas tree, of all things. Most guys would have asked me for condoms or alcohol, or even some exclusive backstage pass to a concert - but no, this guy’s asking me for a damned Christmas tree. I sit up slowly on the bed, not moving past that despite his continued insistences that I get up, a frown playing across my lips. When he turns back to me, his excitement hardly tarnished by my frown, I exhale an audible breath. “It’s six in the morning, Keith,” I murmur, reaching up to tug at his hand with my own. To my disappointment, however, he’s not the one tugged out of place - I am. My hands find his waist as I stumble to a standing position, and his lips find mine moments later. “Come on,” he murmurs against my lips, and I nod slowly, running a hand through my mussed hair. “On one condition, babe.” His brows raise expectantly. “I get to wear your jacket,” I whisper, tugging on the one he wears now. “It’s my favorite.”

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[text] Tell me how to make it better, I'll do anything. / [text] Does she make you feel the way I do? / veith

[text] Tell me how to make it better, I’ll do anything. 

Keith → Violet: Stop playing games.Keith → Violet: If this is what you want, be honest. I’m tired of fighting.

[text] Does she make you feel the way I do?

Keith → Violet: Violet, come on. I’m not with her, okay?Keith → Violet: You have nothing to worry about.

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[text] You owe me a fucking apology. / [text] Can you and your overnight guest maybe keep it down? I’m trying to sleep. / veith

[text] You owe me a fucking apology.

Violet → Keith: Keith, please.Violet → Keith: It’s not as if Cameron was really that surprised when he walked in on us, and it’s not as if I didn’t offer to finish you off after he left anyways. You’re the one who turned it down :*

[text] Can you and your overnight guest keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.

Violet → Keith: Oh my god, are you jealous? It was one fight, babe.Violet → Keith: You know, if you weren’t so stubborn and had agreed to bring me my popcorn, you’d know that my only ‘overnight’ guest is my binge watching Breaking Bad.

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colton haynes & barbara palvin for @kaneswrites