Kai Watched Her Turn To Leave, Amusement Flickering In His Dark Eyes. Oh, Hell No. She Wasn’t Getting

Brooke placed her book down as she heard the knock on the door. It was late, even for her. Working as an escort meant she had many callers at all kinds of ungodly hours, but 4 a.m. was unusual, which meant it could only be one person: Max.

Walking to the door, Brooke looked through the peephole to confirm her suspicions. She caught a glimpse of his steel-blue eyes fixed upon the door as if he could see through it. Max never telephoned or sent messages before arriving. They had an unspoken agreement that he could come whenever his need to unwind consumed him. Tonight, the need was evidently strong. Pulling the door open, she noticed the scratch on his cheek and blood on his tie. "Christ, what happened to you?" She asked as she stepped aside to let him in.

Open Starter

Max Tudor - 31, bisexual, enforcer

Open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Connection Ideas - Ex; friend/FWB; affair; escort; hookup; fellow criminal; rival gang member; cop/lawyer

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The distinctive sound of Max’s Chelsea boots against the hardwood floor signalled his presence before knocking on the apartment door. The late hour didn’t matter to him. As a veteran criminal, he split his time between orchestrating robberies and enforcing the will of his bosses. Therefore, he rarely kept office hours. It wasn’t the first time he’d visited them at such an ungodly time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last either. 

After three sharp knocks, Max waited. If they looked through the peephole, they’d see him standing firmly in his three-piece suit and overcoat, eyes fixated on the door. Max never texted or called before coming over. They had an understanding he could arrive whenever he needed to unwind. Tonight, such a principle stood stronger than ever, considering the bruising on his knuckles, the scratch on his cheek and the specks of blood on his tie. 

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“No, no this isn’t right. They have no right to speak to you this way.” Lara couldn’t stand this, there was a part of her that knew if the roles were reversed she wouldn’t be receiving the same treatment considering the family she was from and her reputation. Yet it was the same behaviour that had her second guessing and had her terrified of what people’s opinions would be which is why she didn’t fight as she was pulled away.

Charlotte rolled her eyes as a sigh left her lips. “Really, Lara?” It was unfair to call the brunette out, but Charlotte was having a bad day and the last thing she wanted was for the other to act all righteous. It may have been easier to take her opinions and her running commentary on it all if she wasn’t wondering round town, denying what she was. She understood people had to do things in their own time and she’d never force someone to come out, but at the same time, she was losing patience with all this sneaking around. “You know, maybe they’d be more accepting if I wasn’t the only lesbian in the stupid town.” 

plot similar to the early days of haleb from pll where muse a and muse b go to school together but never speak, they usually just spot each other in the hallways and that’s as far as their relationship goes. but when muse a finds muse b at a park walking home and finds out he’s homeless for whatever reason (up to player i guess), she opens up her home to him without  parental consent. so he moves into their basement which no one ever uses and sneaks him around etc. it could go so many places and just klfjdkjgfgh

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Through squinted eyes Mollie peered out into the night air, catching the sight of Asher. “Dude.. It’s 2am. Also I literally saw you four days ago..” To answer his question.. yes. Tugging her large, fluffy, dressing gown tighter around her form, Mollie then listened to him continued to speak. Humming softly, she then lifted a hand, tapping her forefinger against her chin lightly, as though she were thinking about his comment. Huffing, she then stepped aside. “If I so much as find a wet towel left on the bathroom floor, you’re out.” The stern look wasn’t a good one for the petite woman, considering she stood a solid foot shorter than her friend, and the fact that she could barely keep a straight face, she broke almost immediately. Moving back into the apartment she shared with a few of her college study buddies, Mollie then began to speak once again. “You wanna tell me what happened.. Or rather why you’re on my door step at two in the freaking morning?” 

Asher gave a sheepish grin. “Is it really? I had no idea.” He fibbed rather blatantly. “Four days ago feel like a lifetime when it comes to being separated from my best friend.” The male replied, attempting to shmooze his words and a charming smile. He laughed as she pretended to consider what he had asked. Asher nodded “Noted. No wet towels on the floor, but boxers are fine, right?” He teased with a wink as he stepped into the apartment. “Nice dressing gown, by the way.” The dark-haired male told stated, closing the door behind him. “Pshh, it’s a long story. A boring one, if I’m honest.” Asher replied, keeping things vague. He had never been a fan of talking about his home life, even to one of his best friends. 

Rit leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the other for a moment. His voice is calm, with a touch of understanding. "Yeah, I get it. It can get a little overwhelming out there." He shifts slightly, avoiding making too much of a scene, his tone more neutral. "Sometimes it's nice to step back, take a breather."

He glances at the beer in male's hand and then back at him, shrugging a little. "Not exactly the vibe I thought I'd get from a concert, but... everyone is different, I guess."

Rit tilts his head, the corners of his mouth barely twitching. "You planning to head back out, or just... hang out here for a while?"

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“oh yeah… don’t mind me.” mariano sits atop the counter of a bathroom in the concert venue as he waves on a stranger towards the empty stalls. he’d saved up to come here for weeks, and it’s a little embarrassing he’s now spending the concert hiding out from the crowd. there’s thumping vibrations in the walls- the songs can be heard just as good in here, basically, if you asked him. “it’s just a bit much out there, yeah?” he sips from his lonely beer, hoping the stranger doesn’t take too much pity on him.

Danielle Campbell behind the scenes for Ferrvor cover shoot. ( x. )

Teddie's voice, a mere whisper against the pounding of her own heart, trembled as she spoke. "Seb, I'm so sorry. I didn't know where else to go." Her eyes welled up with tears as she met his gaze. "He... he hit me again. I couldn't take it anymore." The words escaped her lips in a choked torrent, each syllable a testament to the fear and desperation that had driven her to his doorstep. Her body shook as she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, needing some sort of comfort.

banging on his door this late in the evening was unexpected - sebastian didn't often have much company none the less so late. rolling out of bed he rubs his hands over his face and opens the door to see the other standing before him. "everything okay?" he asked looking them over. // @littledaydreamers

Jude shrank into herself, a blush spreading across her cheeks after being caught hiding from him. She let out a small sigh as she pushed herself up off of the floor and met Z's gaze. "Aren't you angry? We're being used like pawns -- they know we don't like each other but the don't care. How are you being so calm about this?" The brunette asked her voice sharp as she let her emotions get the better of her after leaving them to bubble up in the silence. Jude paused, bringing her hand to her mouth as she tried to push her feelings back down. "I'm sorry. You're right, for once. I just... " She trailed off, her tone losing its edge. "Let's grab something to eat."

z paced the living room, the silence almost as oppressive as the forced situation they found themselves in. he wasn't sure what he had expected, but jude hiding away wasn't it. he took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before heading towards the bedroom.

❛ jude, ❜ he called softly, leaning against the door frame, not wanting to startle her. ❛ i know this isn't what either of us wanted, but hiding isn't going to make it any easier. ❜ he hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. ❛ look, i get it. we’re different, & we don't have to like each other. but we're stuck in this together, at least for now. so, let's try to make the best of it. we don’t have to talk about anything serious. just… come out & eat something. you must be hungry. ❜ z sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a ton of bricks. ❛ i promise, i’m not here to make things harder for you. ❜

a fucked up modern day marriage plot where a rival mob boss marries his daughter, muse a, off to muse b to calm the tension between the families. at first they hate each other, but once forced to live together, they start warming up to each other, too stubborn to let it show. then one night he comes back from an important deal gone wrong, his face is fucked up and he’s feverish and she takes care of him all night and etc etc etc…i need it?

She sat there waiting for her phone to ping with King's reply, and with every passing second, her stomach hurt a little more. Had she scared him off? Ruby nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden knock on her window.

Her heart lurched in her chest as she whipped around, eyes wide, expecting—well, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. But it definitely wasn’t King, crouched on her damn roof like some reckless idiot with a smug expression on his face.

She pulled on a long, baggy t-shirt to cover herself up and then rushed to the window, her pulse racing for so many reasons.

"What the fuck, King?!" she whisper-hissed, quickly unlocking the latch and yanking it open. "Are you actually insane?"

Up close, she could see the way his chest rose and fell a little faster than normal, the adrenaline probably still running through him from his stunt. His hair was tousled—more than usual—and the glow from her room cast shadows over his face, making him look even more unfairly good-looking than he had any right to be.

And then she realized.

He actually climbed up here. For her.

Her stomach flipped.

She crossed her arms, feigning irritation, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. "What on earth made you decide it was a good idea to scale my house? What if you fell, dumbass?"

She stepped back, making room for him. "Get inside before you break your neck."

Her voice was stern, but the way she looked up at him through her eyelashes, the way her body hummed from the tension between them? Yeah… She wasn’t that mad.

there was a large amount of time that passed, and in the back of his mind he was sure that ruby was panicking somewhat that he had ghosted her. the last thing he wanted was to make her feel insecure or even upset in anyway but he had a plan. now, he was pretty good at climbing, however scaling a building was an interesting one.

she had a tree outside her window so once he was to the top, and completely ignoring any gnawing doubt because it was actually quite high now he was there, now all he had to do was step to the edge of a branch (without it snapping under his weight) and hop onto the roof.

he managed to leap the other side, gripping tightly to the textured tiling. he leant to the side and knocked on her window with his closed fist. "ruby.." he almost shouted but he was trying to be quiet so they both wouldn't get caught.

this was actually the most he had done for a girl so this was saying something. it was actually quite the gesture. but he realised whilst messaging her that words couldn't really convey how he was feeling in the moment.