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“Charlotte–” This time she really did pull her girlfriend to a stop instead of letting her take lead. “That’s not fair and you know it.” Her words hurt, even if there was some truth to them. It continued to be a sore spot in their relationship, and one that Lara didn’t know how to overcome considering she wasn’t ready to come out to her family. “What do you want me to do?”

The raven-haired female pursed her lips, trying to decide whether to apologise and just sit on how she felt or whether she should just say everything she had been feeling. “Neither is me having to sneak around all the time. Honestly, if you’re not ready to be open with people...” She paused, unsure whether she should continue — “... well, maybe you shouldn’t be in a relationship yet.” 

Kai let out a slow, sharp breath through his nose, his jaw tightening as he stared down at her. She was enjoying this—his reaction, his jealousy, the fact that he lost control because of her. And fuck, he knew she was playing him, winding him up just to watch him snap.

His heart was hammering beneath her teasing fingers, but he didn’t move her hand away. Instead, he smirked—dark, dangerous, full of something wicked.

“You think I’m jealous?” His voice was low, gravelly, as he stepped in even closer, closing the space between them until her back nearly hit the wall. “You think I saw him touching you and lost my mind because I wished it was me?” His head tilted slightly, his lips brushing just barely along the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

His fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at him. His gaze was fire and fury, an intoxicating mix of frustration and desire.

“Don’t flatter yourself, princess,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers without fully kissing her, teasing her with the proximity. “I didn’t hit him because I was jealous.” And then, just to drive her insane, just to make her crave it—he pulled back, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips, waiting to see just how much she could take before she snapped.

“I hit him because he was an asshole,” Kai said, voice steady, like he actually believed his own words. His fingers brushed along her wrist, the same hand she’d pressed against his chest, his touch deliberate—light enough to be teasing, firm enough to prove a point. His lips curled into a smirk, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But if you wanna keep playing this little game, by all means… go find someone else to kiss. See if I stop you this time.”

did she expect him to punch the guy? no. not in the slightest. she thought he may just looked seething or even try and kiss his little temptress dancing infront of him but no he swung his fist at the man she was entangled with.. or was atleast.

to say she was surprised and shocked at the same time was an understatement. she stood there for a second wide eyed before she was being dragged off in the opposite direction back to the familiar area they were in before this scene unfolded.

she was a bit perplexed by his actions, but did the rush continue? why yes it did. she loved that he wanted her so much that seeing her with another man drove him insane. even his tone was rough and she liked that also. the mix of emotions dancing in his eyes had her hooked.

"he was not an asshole.. and he had every right to do so, i am a consenting adult and i am not anyones property."

she added emphasis on the last word because she certainly felt like his at the moment but the fact was she liked the possessive nature of his.

"drove you crazy didn't it? seeing his hands on my body.. his lips against my skin? getting me to feel things that you couldn't.."

she gazed up at him with this mischeivious glint in her eyes as her hand shifted to press against his chest, just over where his heart was, and fiddled with the top of his shirt.

"i didn't ask you to hit anyone. that was your own decision. jealousy get the better of you?"

A gentle voice cut through the darkness, but Robbie was too distressed to hear the man's words. He clutched his head in his trembling hands, sobbing as he rocked back and forth. "They're dead. They're all dead." He whispered, his voice a broken echo.

The soft glow of a lamp illuminated the space, casting a warm and comforting light. Robbie felt the bed dip as the male took a seat next to him, trying to calm him. With the man's soothing words and gentle touch, Robbie finally met his gaze. "They're all dead. I watched them die, one by one." He repeated, his voice strangled.

thomas barrow made a habit of being a self-centered man, he wouldn't deny it. he had learnt, from a young age, that if there was no one else to look out for him then he could only trust himself. his reasons for volunteering as a medic had been, in part, selfish ones. his medical training had spared him active military service for the first few months of the war, and he had believed, as everyone else had, that the whole thing would blow over quickly. he would have left the army with newfound status and a possible change in profession. that was the plan at least... how naive that young man had been.

the war had changed him, changed everything — the footman turned medic, now managing the makeshift convalescent home that had taken over downton, working alongside members of the very family that he used to serve. he was no longer at the front, but thomas had seen firsthand the horrors that these men had returned from. he knew the destruction, the death, the pain and suffering, the desperation. he felt a duty of care; underneath that egocentric, individualistic mindset, thomas barrow cared about the poor souls. if he could ease their plight in any way, he was glad to.

a shout drew the lance corporal's attention — night terrors were becoming increasingly more common in the soldiers that passed through his care... depression, shell shock, post-traumatic stress disorder, was it truly any wonder when they had been through hell and back?

❝ hey now, easy there. you're alright, sir. ❞ he started, coming to the soldier's bedside as he jolted awake. speaking in gentle, hushed tones, a hand rested on the man's good shoulder, thumb rubbing in soothing circles as thomas tried to meet his gaze. in the soft lamplight, sharp grey hues searched the soldier's own slightly vacant stare, as the medic continued — with a string of comforting words and a grounding touch, he tried to bring the other out of whatever nightmare plagued his mind.

❝ you're alright, just breath for me, nice and slowly, sir, that's it. you're safe. ❞

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

There was a beat of hesitation. "I...I don't know." He muttered, his guilt pressing down on his shoulders.

open to all ( 25+ )

"  be  honest  with  me  for  once .  do  you  love  her  ?   "

Felix shifts slightly in the hospital bed, wincing as pain tugs at his ribs. His eyes flicker up to Cassia, then down just as quickly, like he’s not sure where to look. The bruises and cuts along his cheekbone are darkening, and his arm is strapped tight in a sling. He wets his lips, swallowing before he speaks.

"Hey," he says, voice rough, like he hasn’t used it much. His fingers twitch against the blanket. "Didn’t think you’d—uh… that you’d come when they told me they called you." He glances at her again, then away, like holding her gaze for too long might make something crack open. There’s a hesitation in the way his good hand shifts, like he almost wants to reach for her but thinks better of it. Instead, he just exhales softly.

"Sorry they called you." He pauses. "But… I’m glad you’re here."

- open to: m / f / nb (mutuals and non-mutuals) - muse: cassia crocetti, mid-late twenties, dance instructor. firecracker, outgoing, but can be hot-headed. very loyal and soft. - based on this prompt. feel free to dm me if you'd like to plot !!

"no, here's what you don't understand — " her voice is shrill, full of emotion. cassia has never been one to hold back, especially in a situation like this. "i don't care if the fucking pope is back there. i got a call saying they were hurt, that it was an emergency, and i'm here now, so what's the hold up?!" cassia makes a mental note to apologize later. it's not the nurse's fault that there's security and cassia doesn't have any patience. truthfully, her heart is racing. she's not sure what to expect. would they be bloodied and bruised? unconscious? the phone call was vague. her anxiety is the real reason she's being so ruthless. the guard finally ushers cassia to follow him. clad in leggings with an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun atop her head, she cautiously follows. he knocks at the door. "you have a visitor," the guard saunters off and cassia steps into the room, eyes glued to the hospital bed. "hey... they, um... they called me."

Kai exhaled sharply, watching her go with an amused scoff. Oh, she was gonna play it like that? Cute. Real cute.

He leaned back against the wall, taking out another cigarette and lighting it. He took a slow drag of it, pretending he wasn’t watching her the whole damn time. But he was. Of course, he was. He caught the way she wove through the crowd, sliding right back into her world like she hadn’t just been pressed against him, all breathless and wanting.

Then he saw it—the little act she was putting on. The way she leaned into the guy, all soft laughs and delicate touches. Oh, you are such a piece of work, princess. She was doing it on purpose. Not for the other guy. Not for anyone else. For him.

Kai smirked, shaking his head. Fine. If she wanted to play games, he’d play. He took his time finishing his cigarette, flicking the ashes to the ground before making his way back inside, shoulders loose, expression unreadable.

He didn’t go to her—no, that would be too easy. Instead, he slid into a booth near the bar, his arm draping over the back of the seat as he flagged down a server for another drink. He made sure he was in her line of sight, made sure she knew he was watching, but made no move to approach.

Let her have her fun. Let her think she had the upper hand.

it's like she was in a hypnotic state, her hues gazing up into his own. he was a fair amount taller than her, but not enough in her heeled boots than it was difficult for her to capture his lips, she just needed to crane her neck a fraction. of course she felt the spark, the fire that was uncontrollable whenever they touched but she was not about to give him the satisfaction of caving to her desires once more. the fact that he'd pulled her back, the way it which he tugged at her wrist she felt this rush as their bodies were reunited. every guy she'd dated had been afraid of her, intimidated in a way or the other way and just wary that she could break like she was this fragile little doll. it occurred to her this was not the case with kai, he didn't care about her name, well.. he didn't to a point because his assumptions and preconceptions were the start of this lovely interaction which led them to here and now.

"maybe. or it might just be because i didn't enjoy it, glad it was over actually."

oh she was suchhhh a liar but she couldn't help it, because giving him what he wanted was the last thing she intended to do right now and she was digging her heels in about it. she turned on her heel to to back inside now that he had released his grip and reunited with her friends once more. they were playing a game of pool and she was somewhat interested to see who was winning. the tabloids on more than one occasion had caught photos of her and her close friend vince and the specultated they were dating however she had always denied it.

in this case she saw it as a golden opportunity to show a side of herself that would catch kai's attention even if he didn't outwardly admit it. she was leaning into the compliments a little more this time, giggling a way as she grazed her hand up his arm, a smirk curving over her glossy lips.

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Kennedy couldn’t help the feeling of relief at hearing her friends voice, not that she would let it show of course. It would be a mistake to show any type of fear or emotion amongst current company. She couldn’t even let it show that she had no weapon, instead having to bluff her way out of trouble. “I believe my friend asked you a question. I would be wise in heeding her unless of course you’d like the rumor of having been bested by two women?” Feeling the grip on her wrist loosen and the fact that she was now able to take a step back from his grubby paws. Not taking her eyes off him as she made her retreat and moved closer to Theo.

The man sneered at the two women, his eyes flitting between Kennedy and Theodosia. He seemed to be evaluating their worth; to him, they were nothing but two skinny girls, easy prey. But as he prepared to make a move, Theodosia pushed the blade deeper into his back, causing him to wince in pain. "I'm not going to ask you again," Theodosia spoke firmly, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. "Leave us be, or face the consequences."

The man hesitated for a moment before turning around to face the women. "You'll regret this," he spat before walking away with a limp.

As the man disappeared into the crowded streets of Nassau, Theodosia turned to Kennedy with a concerned look on her face. "Are you alright?"

Rory let out a soft laugh. He shook his head, still grinning as he glanced down at the empty space where his coffee should have been.

“Ah, well,” he said, looking back at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Contrary to popular belief, I have somewhat of a life outside of performing. Oat milk lattes are a big part of that life. Well, it's vanilla latte, if we're being pedantic but that's neither here nor there.” He joked with another laugh. He started to say something else when a group of fans approached, asking for autographs and photos. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face—pausing mid-conversation felt a bit awkward—but he obliged with practised ease, signing and smiling before turning back to Ember with an apologetic smile. As the fans walked away, their hushed whispers lingered in the air, curiosity evident in their voices as they wondered about the redhead by his side.

Rory let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he glanced toward the café. "Well, technically, yeah," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I'm in no rush. I reckon the latte can wait. I like being able to have these moments with my fans." He replied honestly. "Just make sure you get a photo or something before I go. I'd feel terrible if I forgot and left you with nothing to remember from our chat... that's if you even want to remember this -- I probably shouldn't assume. I'm not that arrogant, I promise." He ran a hand through his hair, laughing.

Ember's cheeks burned brighter under Rory's playful gaze. He thought she was flustered, not making a fool of herself? Well, that was… marginally better. Relief washed over her, quickly followed by the realization that she still had to say something.

"No, no crisis!" she blurted out, a little too fast. Ember immediately cringed internally. Smooth, Ember, real smooth. She forced a small, shaky laugh. "An existential crisis might be a bit dramatic," Ember managed, her voice a touch breathy. "Just... a bit surprised. You're... you're usually on stage, not, you know, buying oat milk lattes." She gestured vaguely with one hand, hoping she didn't look like a complete idiot. The fact that Rory was smiling at her, a real, genuine smile, made her want to melt into the tarmac. She just hoped she wasn't making him regret ever leaving his house for caffeine. "Oh my goodness, am I stopping you from getting your coffee?"