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ok but a plot where one is a criminal that’s on the run from the police, and they stumble across this practically empty motel that’s in the middle of nowhere, and they think, hey, perfect place to hide out for a few weeks until the manhunt dies down. the motel is run by a married couple, and their sheltered, somewhat naive child – well, actually they’re an adult by now, but they’ve never left their small town, had a job outside the motel, or been anywhere, and their parents still treat them like a kid. the criminal checks in, of course not mentioning why they’re here, and the owners’ kid is fascinated by their guest – they hardly ever get guests for more than a night at a time, let alone guests who seem to have so many interesting stories and secrets….

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“That won’t be for a while yet, Mr Dawson. You’re not going anywhere until I’m happy with your progress and I know you’re injuries are fully healed.” Her heart couldn’t help but break a little seeing his face. Of course she knew that she had no real power to stop him being called once more, it was inevitable with war. Yet she couldn’t have stopped the attachment that she had seemed to have formed during her care of him and the time she had spent by his bedside. “Your sister asked me to drop by. She’s worried about you.”

“Alex,” the male interjected with a gentle correction. “Please, call me Alex. Mr Dawson is my father. Besides, I believe we’ve known each other long enough to drop the formalities now.” He fell into a thoughtful silence, mulling over her words. Although he didn’t perceive his injuries as overly burdensome, he acknowledged his lack of medical expertise. “My shoulder gives me some trouble but overall, I feel like I’ve healed quite well. It’s more my head, y’know?” Alex’s voice grew softer, as if opening up a part of himself he rarely shared. Melissa had a way of putting him at ease, enabling him to speak about thoughts he never thought he would verbalize. “She worries too much.” It was undeniably true, yet he couldn't deny his own contribution to her concerns—ignoring her calls and isolating himself at home for over a week.

“I’m a doofus”

Brooke leaned into his touch, her eyes closing momentarily as she savoured his warm touch and the feeling of safety, but she knew it wouldn't last, not if DJ had anything to do with it. She blinked away her tears, forcing a smile to her face that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I could never ask that of you. I don't want to be the reason for any harm coming to you Trent"

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Looking into the other's eyes, seeing the worry that was undoubtedly present in them, Trenton gently cupped the other's cheek with the tilt of his own head. "Brooke," he spoke her name softly, pain laced in his tone as he ached to help the other. Still, he put on an attempted smile in hopes to give the other some courage. "I'm just as good at helping people hide as I am at finding them." Granted it came as a part of his job, but he truly wanted to help the woman in any way he could. "You can be safe with me, I promise."

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Astrid felt her heart jump into her throat as she’d walked into the conversation. She almost didn’t want to believe what she’d heard. “Is that true?” she asked him. Her boyfriend wasn’t supposed to lie, right? “Am I a fucking bet?”

Kai’s eyes narrowed, watching the way she moved on the dance floor, even though he didn’t want to admit that it was getting under his skin. She was trying so damn hard not to let him get to her, but the way she kept glancing his way, the subtle tension in her movements—it wasn’t lost on him. He saw her with that guy, felt the knot twist in his stomach the moment he noticed them getting closer.

He knew exactly what she was doing. The way she pressed against him, the look she was giving him, as if she was putting on a show just for him. But what got to him wasn’t just the fact that she was doing it—it was the fact that it was working.

He gripped the edge of his glass tighter, the coolness of it doing nothing to calm the heat in his chest. Of course she was playing that game. What bothered him was the fact that she cared about how much he was watching.

The longer he watched her move with him, the more the tension in him built. It was a sick little game they were both playing, but Kai wasn’t going to let her win it so easily. He let the guy make his move, let him think he had any chance, and for the briefest moment, he considered going over there to wreck the whole damn thing.

But that’s when he stopped. No. He wasn’t the one who needed to prove anything here. She did.

Kai watched the guy’s hands settle on Pia’s hips, and for a moment, a flicker of irritation burned in his gut. But instead of letting it get to him, he forced a casual grin, tossed back the rest of his drink, and made a decision.

With a glance over at the bar, he noticed a girl with dark, wavy hair, a sultry smile, and a look of curiosity in her eyes as she watched him. Kai gave her a small nod, one eyebrow raised slightly in silent invitation. She smiled back, an almost knowing glint in her gaze, before taking a few steps in his direction.

Without a word, Kai stood up, adjusting the leather jacket on his shoulders, and made his way through the crowd. The music pulsed louder now, and as he reached the brunette, he pulled her into a smooth, confident twirl. Her body pressed against his, and he didn’t miss the way she looked up at him, impressed by his effortless charm.

Kai grinned, the tension in his chest easing for a moment. As they danced, he kept his gaze flicking back toward Pia, watching her from the corner of his eye. The moment he’d stood up, she must’ve noticed him moving toward the other girl, and the subtle satisfaction on his face only grew as he waited for her reaction. She wouldn’t like this, not one bit.

He let himself get lost in the rhythm for a moment, but his attention never strayed too far from her.

of course she clocked his attempt to make her jealous, the little act he put on to add a touch of physical contact. she loathed that it made her jealous, made a twist in her stomach at his actions wishing that his hands were gliding over her skin instead. she thought considering vince's failed attempt to held her with her shot that he would step in and show her how it is done but then again after the whole finessing she did indeed pot the ball anyway.

it was at this point she was trying not to pay any attention to him but it was getting increasingly difficult. when her friend gracie insisted that they come over to dance pia followed suit, joining the sea of people moving to the more energetic song. of course a few minutes into dancing and a guy had approached her asking if he could join. had been a long time since she'd been asked so points for politeness and he was good looking enough so she nodded as if to express what she didn't say outloud.

he asked her various questions about herself and as they got closer and closer she was pressed against him in a similar position to how she was with kai moments prior. the way her body moved against him she knew what she was doing because she had an audience and with his hands on her hips it just made it all the more sweeter.

She could tell he was angry, but there was little she could do about it. “The owner… or maybe the manager? I’m not entirely sure,” Brooke answered, her voice steady despite the chill in the night air. She fought back a shiver, the thin black dress offering little warmth. “My job is dangerous. I sleep with strangers—this isn’t new to me, Rocco.”

Rocco pressed his lips together in a thin line as he tried to calm down. His dark eyes lingered on Brooke as she spoke. He never said anything about her job, no matter how he felt about it, because in the end, his job was even worse. ❝Who paid for you?❞ he asked between clenched teeth, glancing over his shoulder for a second, then back at Brooke. ❝This place is dangerous and it will get worse in the next few minutes or so.❞

Kai watched her, amusement flickering behind his dark eyes as she tried—really tried—to act like she wasn’t enjoying this. But he saw it. The way she leaned into the fire just as much as he did. The way she kept engaging, even when she pretended to be over it.

His smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as she threw her little insult at him. Top three, huh? "Damn," he mused, tilting his head. "Only top three? Guess I’ll have to try harder."

His gaze flicked to her tattoos again as she mentioned her job. Careful placement. Now, that was interesting. He could respect it.

And then she hit him with that look—steady, unblinking, really seeing him.

Kai didn’t flinch from it. If anything, he met it head-on, letting the moment stretch, like a silent challenge. Then, just when he thought she was about to fire off another sharp remark, she threw him a curveball instead.

His brow lifted slightly, watching as she downed her drink and disappeared into the crowd. He could’ve stayed put. Could’ve let her walk off, called her bluff. But something about the way she looked back over her shoulder—waiting—had his feet moving before he even made the decision.

Kai weaved through the bodies in the bar, slipping past clusters of people until the heavy bass of the music dulled and the cooler night air hit his skin. The smoking area was quieter, less suffocating, and there she was, standing there like she hadn’t just surprised the hell out of him.

He stepped up beside her, hands slipping into the pockets of his leather jacket. A flick of his wrist and a cigarette was between his fingers, resting lazily against his lips as he fished out a lighter. "So," he said, voice lower now, less performative. "You always drag the ‘annoying, egotistical jerks’ outside for some one-on-one time, or am I just that special?" The smirk was still there, but his tone—just like the air between them—had shifted. He sparked the lighter and let the flame lick at the end of the cigarette. A slow inhale, the ember glowing, before he exhaled a ribbon of smoke into the night air.

despite his efforts to make things more amicable between them, pia was not buying it. the more he spoke in a way that seemed sincere the interesting thing was pia longed for their fiery comments once more. it was interesting that she had never been quite so rattled by someone before and yet kai made it all too easy. "what? are you saying i enjoy bickering with you?" she asked as her brow rose in a way that was prompted curiosity. "i mean out of all the annoying, egotistical jerks i have met in my life you are a shoo in for top three so congratulations, it's quite an honour." she turned her head a fraction to take another sip of the amber liquid as the ice clinked against her glass. "i don't think we are at a point where i am going to open up to you about what my artwork means. but no, none of them were because it looked cool. though i am careful with placement because of my job and things."

she turned back to look at him her gaze holding as their orbs almost penetrated an intense stare. "the pet name again?" she didn't show any signs of emotion with her tone of her expression she just looked at him, really taking him in. "you know what.. follow me.." she turned to grab her drink and downed the remained of the ice soothed liquid as she gestured to her friend she would be right back then wondered outside. though an absolute mission considering the sea of people socialising or dancing that she had to weave through in order to get the relief of fresh air. she waited a moment, turning to look over her shoulder for him to appear. the smoking area was much quieter she could hear herself think.

Closed Starter || @dxrlingdevils​ Charlotte didn’t freeze as the men shouted the slur at her from across the street. Just like she hadn’t frozen when she had seen the red graffiti written across the outside wall of the place she worked, outing her to practically the whole town. Unlike Lara, she was used to it, and so when the brunette stopped dead in the street shocked by his words, Charlotte just grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. “It’s fine, just ignore them.” 

004 -- Break your little heart

Muse A and muse B honestly do love each other, yet, muse A can’t stop cheating. Being hurt by muse A's actions, muse B decideds to just do the same to hurt muse A just as much as they are hurt. Not knowing where it’ll lead them, they’re constantly cheating on each other, making it so obvious that the other one can’t help but notice. While they’re fighting all the time, neither of them wants to break up and so, their relationship consists out of cheating, fights and make up sex. Though this is not healthy, they just carry on that way until one day, muse B is hurt so much that she eventually just leaves muse A.