𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄 ♡ naive and bratty • doesn’t give a fuck • junkie • NSFW / SWF • dark themes • bisexual • heavy TW

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* ₍ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. ₎ ——————————— ♡ if you are interested in being a main! doing so permits me to tag you in random banter, photos, edits, and ╱ or dm you to plot connections or storylines .ᐟ

* ₍ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. ₎ ——————————— ♡ if you are interested in developing a romantic connection between our muses! margo is pansexual and multiship with chemistry; both muse and mun are eighteen plus.

. . . it’s not? what is it, then?

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||: me vs making a mains call and STILL being afraid to interact w ppl

she’s here —— throwing popcorn at the reader.

yeah, that’s what i said —— .

. . . she has coffee —— ? step right up; she is now margo’s favorite person.

lithe fingers fiddle absentmindedly with the ends of unruly curls ( it had become a habit developed to avoid picking at her nails ) as margo eyes rue carefully. “ alright, prove it —— where’s your stash? ” rising from her seat, arms folded across her chest expectantly.

gaze focused intently upon the other’s careful movements in adorning lithe fingers with color, small smile gracing chapstick - coated lips as margo glances at the other. “ that’s a pretty color. ”

a glance spared to the side perpetuates a deadpan directed toward the male, dark hues narrowing before focusing once more on the road ( and the steadily emptying tank indicated by the flickering light on the dash. ) “ . . . dude, are you fucking 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔? ”

the misidentification had left the brunette briefly dazed, blinking herself from her stupor despite hues focused wistfully on the ground beneath the pair. “ . . . 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 like that. ” a quiet mumble uttered after a few moments of contemplation.

lounging in the bleachers, gaze roaming across the crowded gym before honing in on the rave eye seemingly attempting to get her attention. a grin adorns previously passive features, hand rising to wave back at the other —— perhaps they can catch each other during halftime?

shaking her head once more with a grin, taking a sip from her milkshake before leaning back in her seat, arms folded across her chest. “ well considering the fact that i was here first, it seems like you’re the one appearing at random places and times in ( my ) life. ”