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The feeling in his chest was unfamiliar to Ivan, it was something that he’d never felt before nor did he ever want to feel again. Whatever it was, it made him feel weak. Being in the career he was, weakness was something that he shouldn’t have. The rest of his crew had warned him against getting involved with someone on the outside, yet he’d gone and done it anyway. That’s just the kind of person he was, when told to do something, you’d likely find him doing the complete opposite out of spite. As Natalie spoke, Ivan’s eyes softened momentarily. Her voice always had a way of soothing him when his anger got the better of him. Blinking, he then shook his head, once again letting his anger take hold. “You think I don’t know that? Five years I sat in my cell, giving up my reputation for you. I had inmates coming at me every day but I never fought back. Not once. For you. To get out early.. For you.” Ivan made his way toward her, searching her face for any sign of remorse. “After I gave myself up, after I let myself get beat down, this is how you repay me.”  

Natalie looked down, feeling ashamed. She couldn’t face him. That look in his eyes. “I’m sorry Ivan, I really am. I never planned for any of this to happen. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you, but it had been so long since I heard from you.” Natalie tried to explain, even though she knew he wouldn’t understand. “I just needed someone, and I needed someone who was going to put me first. I was never your priority, and I knew that wasn’t going to change when you got out.” She could feel her face flushing as the tears rose to her eyes. She wiped them away angrily, annoyed at herself for getting so emotional.

I'm still here, and I will do my replies soon -- just having some quiet time as I'm not feeling great atm

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“Oh obviously. It wasn’t planned, a few of the lads from work dragged me out, otherwise you know I would have had you by myside causing mayhem and destruction.” Liam didn’t have it in him to put any more enthusiasm behind his words, if anything it came out as more of a groan. “Wait, you were supposed to have done the shopping yesterday?” His brows furrowed as he attempted to remember only to groan in pain as his head throbbed.

“I mean, that’s what you say but I mean you could have called me.” Becca replied, looking at him, still unimpressed. It didn’t actually bother her he had gone out without her, but it was fun to make him think so. “We’re not talking about what I did or what I didn’t do Liam, we are talking about me needing Fruit Loops, oh and those cute mini marshmallows that you put in my hot chocolate,” Becca stated before placing her bowl on the table and reaching over for the spare pillow that the male had been trying to find.

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?"

open to anyone!

“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.

Ruby felt her stomach flip when his message came through, her fingers curling around her phone as the words sank in. She hadn’t expected him to push quite this far. Chewing on her lip she questioned how to proceed.

text: talk about trying your luck... what will I get in return?

The brunette sat up, and crossed her legs on her lap as she began to take the plaits out of her hair. She still couldn't quite believe the way their conversation was going. They'd been been friends for a while now, he was easy to get on with and even easier on the eye but she'd never once thought he would have found her attractive yet tonight had proved otherwise. He knew her dating history and the type of guys she wasted her time with, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind -- was he into this or was it just a little bit of fun?

text: i mean technically you are the guy that I'm texting-- the other guy left me on read🙄

he knew there was every chance that when he text her that last message she could shoot him down, yet he decided to toss his hat in the ring so to speak. he wasn't tied down to anyone, though there were plenty of rumours about him getting back with his ex but he had no interest in persuing that further. they'd broken up for a reason. he felt like he'd wasted a year of his life to be with someone who made him look like a fool and yet was constantly trying to push her way back into the picture. he wouldn't say he felt nothing, it was quite hard actually first love and all but he wasn't going back there. instead he was dancing on this fine line with ruby, where she had the opportunity to shoot him down.. and yet she didn't, which he found interesting.

"fuckkkk." he groaned at her reply, only imagining what that could possibly look like.

text: lace as well.. god you're killing me.

text: sneak peek?

he leant up a fraction propping himself between the pillows and his bed post and got himself more comfortable as this conversation continued to unfold.

text: if i was that guy you were texting, i wouldn't be able to contain myself knowing that's what you had on underneath that easy accessible dress of yours.

Kai leaned back in his seat, watching Pia with an amused smirk as she worked her angles, doing everything she could to get his attention. And she was good—he'd give her that. Every movement was deliberate, every little glance designed to make sure he saw her. But what she didn’t realize was that the more she tried to provoke him, the more he enjoyed not reacting. He knew the game, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

Then the guy she was with got closer to her. Kai's lips curled into a mocking smile as he watched the male slide up behind her, his hands awkwardly reaching over her to help with her shot. Seriously? The guy had no finesse. He was fumbling around like an amateur, trying to make it look like he was helping, when really, he was just looking for an excuse to get closer.

Kai rolled his eyes so dramatically that he almost looked like he was going to strain something. Lame. Completely lame. If this guy had any real game, he wouldn't need to do the tired old "let me help you with that" act. But, of course, Pia seemed to be eating it up. Typical.

Kai wasn’t bothered—at least, he was trying his hardest not to look like he was. He casually picked up his phone and scrolled for a moment, then leaned in toward the waitress at the bar, just enough to make sure Pia noticed. A low chuckle, a slow, deliberate touch to her back as if he hadn’t even thought about it. Not even looking at Pia, but knowing she was watching him.

Finally, he took a sip from his glass and ensured his gaze landed back on her. Slowly, he lifted his drink in a taunting cheers as his smirk grew wider. But when he saw the look in her eyes, a small thrill went through him. She wasn’t as indifferent as she was trying to act.

And just for fun, he let his eyes flicker briefly to male—his face unreadable, but that same irritation in the pit of his stomach. The guy was desperate. But Kai? Kai was happy enough to watch her show a little longer.

it's almost like she could sense his little struggles of dialogue going on in his head at her actions. luckily for her this wasn't going to get very awkward because vince was someone who didn't get surprised by her actions anymore. she could clock him from the corner of her eye, knowing that he had chose to sit where he did to be in direct line of the show she was putting on.

she moved her fore arm to show the male opposite her the newest work she'd gotten etched onto her tanned skin, making sure to dip her other arm so that it emphasised the cleavage she already had on display. she knew how to work her angles, she was a model after all she did it everyday. and she knew what to do to get the shot, and she was going to continue to move herself in subtle ways that would draw kai's eyes to certain parts of her body.

sweeping her golden hair over her shoulders to display her neck she slid herself over the top of the table to take a shot. she knew she was pretty good at pool, growing up being a daddy's girl and having the boys around she got to do things like this alot and it paid off later on in life. she leant her chest forward over the table, her eyes bouncing to him for a moment then back to the shot she was taking just as vince decided to wonder behind her. "here, move a little.." he started to say as he leant over her body to guide her.

Plot 67:  Reservations & Revelations 

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.

Plot 68: Stranger Danger

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Status: Closed @littledaydreamers​

Location:  Tavern

“I’d think twice about releasing me. That is if you had any intention of keeping your hand” Kennedy hissed her threat to the stranger as she attempted to loosen his grip on her whilst trying not to draw attention to them. Her hand drifted to her hip where her small blade was usually hidden, only to find it missing and her heart to lurch. She had only wanted to have a quiet drink, hoping to over hear any information on the new arrivals, though this time it appeared that she had made the mistake of listening in on the wrong people and they hadn’t been as drunk and unobservant as she had originally thought.

Jacob stood at a nearby table, observing the tense situation unfolding before him. His eyes darted between Kennedy and the stranger, analysing their body language and trying to assess the best course of action. He had seen Kennedy at the tavern before, a tough and independent woman who seemed to be able to handle herself in most situations. However, it was clear that she was in a vulnerable position now. His instinct to help kicked in, and he quickly made his way over to Kennedy, trying to keep a calm demeanour. He approached from the side, not wanting to startle either of them further. As he got closer, he spoke in a low voice, "Hey, is everything alright here?" The stranger, taken aback by Jacob's unexpected intervention, loosened his grip slightly. Jacob stood tall, positioning himself between Kennedy and the stranger, projecting an air of confidence. He maintained eye contact with the stranger, subtly conveying that he wouldn't tolerate any further aggression. "I suggest you walk away now," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. The stranger hesitated, his gaze shifting between Jacob and Kennedy. Sensing the mounting tension, he finally decided to retreat, his pride wounded but realizing the situation was no longer in his favour. With one last lingering look, he turned and disappeared into the crowd. Jacob turned his attention to Kennedy, offering her a reassuring smile. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, concern evident in his voice.