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“Ohhh right because the two of us together with a bunch of cops sounds like a good idea?” Liam wanted to keep his job and the contract he had with the station and he knew that probably wouldn’t happen if he combined his best friend with alcohol. “Nope, I think we’re definitely talking about you now.” He sighed, reaching for a bottle of water and asprin so he could deal with this conversation. “So tell me, what’s the excuse this time?”

Becca pursed her lips. “Okay, fair, I’ll give you that. It seems you’re off the hook this time.” She replied, still narrowing her eyes at the male before breaking out in a grin. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “Excuse you, but my excuses are always good and valid. Just like this time, I had it all planned out to do — I was even on my way there, but then I found a stray dog and I had to help him.”

Ruby’s breath hitched as the photo loaded on her screen, her fingers tightening around her phone. Oh, shit. She hadn’t expected that. Sure, they’d been dancing around this line all night, but King had just bulldozed straight through it. A slow, warm flush crept up her neck, her heart thudding just a little harder than she wanted to admit.

She exhaled, biting down on her lip as she stared at the screen. Part of her knew she should call it now, maybe tease him and leave him hanging—but the other part? The part that liked how unfiltered he was being? Yeah, that part was very much intrigued.

Wish you were here.

That made her stomach flip in a way she hadn’t prepared for. Ruby stared at the screen, her pulse thrumming in her ears. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing anymore—what they were doing—but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Not when her body was still buzzing from his last message, from the image of him, from the way he had no hesitation when it came to showing her exactly what was on his mind.

Text to King: Damn, King. You're getting me all hot and bothered over here Text: As for what I was wearing?

She shifted slightly, pulling the covers back so her body was on show. Angling the shot just right—to show her the black lingerie hugging the curves of her body, the lace outlining the curve of her breast. She didn’t show too much, just a taste. A hint of what he was asking for.

Text: (sends photo) Text: And if you’re thinking about me, King…

She let that hang, teasing, before sending one last message.

Text: What exactly are you thinking about?

king's next move probably wasn't one that either of them anticipated but he decided to go ahead and do it anyway. he was somewhat paranoid that it was going to put her off entirely, but at the same time with how this had been building up so far, what could go wrong? he shifted on his bed, moving to the edge as he feet hit the floor. he'd caught sight of her moving around in her window and it was at this point he sent the next text with little thought.

text: (sends her a picture of his hands in his boxers around something that was clearly hard)

it had been a while since someone had made his heart race the way she did, it was the complete uncertainty of this considering most girls he knew where he stood with them, but ruby was a whole different ball game.

text: i'll take texting over shadows in your window anyday.

and he meant it, because despite their closer proximity he couldn't entirely make out what she was doing, to the full extent that he wanted to either and it was killing him.

text: so what was it you were wearing?

text: i didn't get to fully appreciate it.

text: i am thinking about you..wish you were here.

Brooke shook her head. "I can't. DJ will find out—I know he will, he always does." She replied, her voice filled with fear.

open | f/m/nb muse | trenton biggs, he/him, 35, mafia member connection | anything! could include coworker, gf/bf, ex gf/bf, best friend, fwb, stranger, rival gang member, etc (no taboo pls)

"just let me do this for you," he insisted in effort to help the other.

Closed starter || @butlerbarrow He dreams of being back in that trench. He dreams of all the bodies of his comrades. He dreams of their hands grabbing at him. Dozens of them were gangly, gaunt, and pale, with an air of death. They pull at him, dragging him down into the mud until he can't breathe. His own hands reach for the surface, clawing at the phantom fingers grasping his body. Everything is cold, black, and silent except for the muffled, anguished screams. Robbie thrashed in the bed.

His eyes snapped open, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He sat bolt upright, gasping for breath, his chest heaving with the terror of the dream. For a moment, the darkness of the room seemed to mirror the abyss of the trench, the silence punctuated only by the echo of his own ragged breathing.

Robbie was back in the convalescent home, the sterile white walls a stark contrast to the dark, muddy grave that haunted his dreams. The bandages on his shoulder and back felt like a second skin, a constant reminder of the hell he'd escaped. His head throbbed a dull ache that echoed the head injury he'd suffered. He could still see the faces of his comrades, their screams swallowed by the deafening roar of the explosion. The smell of cordite and burning flesh clung to him, a phantom stench that wouldn't leave.

a plot where...

a rough around the edges, con artist girl is doing dirty work for her shitty boyfriend and they decide to target a rich, wealthy, cocky sort of young socialite male who feels like his life is a bit empty and redundant, and she may seem like she’s in this con artist game for the money (and she is, partly, because she grew up really poor and knows how it feels to starve) but she also has an unhealthy attachment to the boyfriend even though he treats her like crap and uses her to attract rich males, and then, on the night where she has dressed up and come up with a fake name and is about to make her move on the rich young man she realizes oh, he’s actually extremely attractive and cute and not like the other creepy old men she preys on? and oh, he’s actually extremely charismatic and witty and charming and kind of a dick, but not to her? and oh, now they’re kind of going out on multiple really amazing dates and spending tons of time together and she’s supposed to be digging for his deepest secrets and finding out numbers to his safes and stealing jewelry pieces he probably won’t miss and then one night, her wallet falls out of her bag and… OH, why is her name not the name that she said it was on her drivers license and why are his personal, private cartier bracelets engraved with his initials in there too and who the fuck is calling her phone ??????

someone do an au with me like he’s a photographer and she is the model like a playful one that is always being cheeky and he’s just serious. she knows what she wants in life and he’s just lost in life since his girlfriend died 5 years ago and he doesn’t know what to do but she just a ball of sunshine and he was just instantly attracted to her but scared that he was going to forget about his dead gf and ends up loving her

If someone could give me a plot with these two girls, they find out that the guy they have been seeing has been cheating behind their back. They get in contact with each other, make up this plan of revenge that goes terribly wrong and it end up with killing him. They end up having to hide the body, stick together as if they don’t know anything, and along the way they end up falling for each other. If you give me this, I will love you forever. 

"Yes, I know it shouldn't be, but it is. The lines got blurred, it should have never of happened -- I shouldn't have let it happen. I can only apologise. I didn't mean to hurt you." Aiden tried to explain it, but there was no excuse. "Of course I did! I still do. I hate that I've done this to you. You deserve better-- I should have stayed away from you; I always knew I'd end up fucking it up; I was selfish." He wanted to take her hand but he couldn't face it if she pulled away.

𝐨𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫  .  how  could  she  shoulder  the  weight  of  pity  for  him  ,  when  he  was  the  architect  who  caused  their  destruction  ?  his  answer  wasn't  ideal  ,  a  bitter  pill  she  was  forced  to  swallow.   she  drew  a  long  breath  ,  a  silent  plea  to  the  universe  to  help  her  find  her  patience  .  "  is  it  really  that  hard  of  a  question  ?  "  her  furrowed  brows  evident  thats  she  was  close  to  giving  up  —  close  to  walking  away  .  "  did  you  ever  even  love  me  ?  or  was  that  a  lie  too  ?  "

Enemies to “ugh I can’t believe I’m saving your life” to “ugh we have to work together or the world ends but it’s not like I like you or anything” to “oh we actually connect pretty well but that doesn’t mean anything” to “I would die for you but don’t read too much into it” to “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you” to Lovers.

Ruby stared at the screen, her heart doing this annoying little stutter at his words. What do you want?

It was a simple enough question, but the way King asked it—so direct, so confident, like he was already anticipating her answer—made something tighten in her stomach.

She exhaled, rolling onto her side, the glow of her lamp casting long shadows on her wall. Part of her wanted to brush him off, to act like this wasn’t getting to her. But another part? Another part liked the way he was talking, the way he seemed genuinely offended on her behalf.

Text to King: Right? Tell me about it. You’d think at the very least, I’d get a damn reaction.

She hesitated, then added:

Text: Not that I care. Obviously.

Which was a lie, but she wasn’t about to let King know that her ego was so easily damaged.

Her eyes flicked back to his last message, and she couldn’t help but picture him—lying there...

Text: Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen your body... A shirtless picture wouldn't hurt for starters

text: what do you want?

he asked without a second thought because king was a pretty confident guy atleast in himself, and he trusted that she wasn't going to share it with anyone. not that he would mind if she happened to because like he'd said he prided himself on thr way he looked.

text: you sent him THAT and he left you on read?? amazes me. does matter what i was doing i would atleast send you a damn emoji.

text: not very curteous of him.. jackass.

he shifted a fraction for a moment, preparing himself to have to remove some more clothing again or have to move into a different position with better lighting depending on how this conversation went.

text: like i said, what do you want in return?