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okay so with my train ride and everything, i’m gonna try to get on from there that way its easier? idk how it’d be easier but i’ll try to be on more tomorrow. 

ily i’m heading to bed good night pudding cups <33

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ofhoncyed‌:

       breathing hitches as he places his hand on her arm, but she doesn’t pull away. usually when somebody touches her, she has a habit of flinching, and most of the time human contact made her uncomfortable ; unless she’s had a few glasses of wine down her to ease her anxiety. right now though, she felt.. safe, the simple touch from the stranger bringing her great comfort and she couldn’t seem to comprehend why. 

      intense gaze still locked on his, she realizes she hasn’t said a word yet, and when she finally does speak it’s more of a soft whisper, though still loud enough for him to hear over the hustle and bustle of the bar which seemed to have faded away the moment he laid his hand on her arm,   ❛    knights in shining armour don’t exist. the only hero you can truly rely on is yourself.     ❜

it wasn’t this often the moretti found himself dumbstruck with not knowing what to say. he never had a problem keeping his cool, or keeping that cold persona he always had up. but damn this girl, damn her.. for catching his attention for looking.. so beautiful. hell, dimitri didn’t even know her all that well-- she could lure him out to the alley behind the bar and fucking kill him for all he cared and he’d still be okay with it. but something brought him in, it made him want to be closer to her.. to get to know her.

the sound of her voice brings him out of his thoughts, an eyebrow slowly raising. his hand comes to a complete rest on her arm, but it slowly starts to move up and down in the attempt to soothe her again. ‘’y’obviously haven’t met me yet.’’ he murmurs, lips curling up into a tiny grin as he looks the bright eyed beauty over. ‘’i’m going to change your mind. i’m.. i’m dimitri. i’m sorry that guy bothered y’here.’’

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missswatts‌:

“So you’re expecting something in return because you’ve acted like a gentleman?” Anita questioned with her eyebrows knitted together. Her hips continued to sway as she rolled her eyes. “I don’t know if I should tell you, because – “ she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I may have to kill you afterwards,” she said in a teasing tone as she pulled back. 

‘‘Please, I’ve heard that line before. I fucking live in that world, I suppose.’‘ He mumbles, pulling her back in his fingers running along her cheek as his lips curl up in amusement. ‘‘I mean.. a little bit. Just gimme something small, I’ll work with whatever I get.’‘ Dimitri murmured.

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traviswilliamss‌:

“Oh I picked it up just fine. Just wanted to piss you off a little bit. It seemed to work as well so I would like to say a job well done to me.”

‘‘--What did my sister see in you again?’‘

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missswatts‌:

“There are plenty of things I’m good at. You just won’t be finding out anytime soon,” she pointed out as she continued to move her hips to the music that was playing. “Besides, don’t you like a little mystery?” She asked in a whisper. 

‘‘C’mon now, hon. I’ve played good this whole night.’‘ One hand goes to rest at her hip while the other is still finishing off his drink and he isn’t able to help that shit eating grin over his features. ‘‘Lil bit. But c’mon though, gimme something.’‘

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traviswilliamss‌:

“No actually I have a whole list of things I can complain about if you would like to hear?”

‘‘You.. don’t pick up on sarcasm well do you?’‘

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@missswatts

‘‘Who knew y’could really dance and pack a punch? Is there anything else y’can do?’‘ Dimtri laughs and takes a sip of his drink, lips curling up into a devious smirk as dark eyes don’t leave her own while he sways along to the music.

[caden-brooks]

“The worse thing ever is when you wake up to the sound of someone mowing the damn lawn and dogs who aren’t mine barking because of the lawn mower. dude please stop being such a dad and sleep in.”

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‘‘My god, it never stops talking. Do you ever get bored of complaining Travis?’‘

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ofhoncyed‌:

     her back was aching, her feet were sore. and all she had wanted was to have a night of peace ; one that didn’t include her being chatted up by some intoxicated stranger that wasn’t taking her blatant disinterest as a clear hint to leave her alone. honey wasn’t a violent person, nor did she raise her voice unless needed. this was definitely one of those times as she practically screamed in the strangers face after he had grabbed her by the arm. she was too caught up in arguing to notice the bouncer had made his way over to break up the scene ; and luckily for her he was right on time, viridescent hues widening as a hand came seconds away from knocking her off her feet, only to be brought to a halt by her newfound savior. 

     she had turned to look at the male to thank him, but was caught off guard as she realized who it was ; more importantly the deleterious family he belonged to and the things she’d heard about them from both the north and south. people talk, especially in a small town like rosewick.   ❛    yeah. nothing i can’t handle.    ❜   the shaking of her slender digits indicated otherwise as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anxiously rubbing at the arm of which he’d grabbed.   ❛    thank you, though. for stepping in.    ❜

Dark eyes search her as if he’s trying to figure out the pages of a book, and he can’t help the genuine smile. Was it a little weird of him to be smiling at her after just intervening? Probably.. but at this point who cared. From the way she looked at him, she probably recognized who he was which wasn’t much of a surprise. Small towns were known for the gossip. He could be the nicest guy in the world, but have the reputation of a snake. A hesitant hand reaches out to rest on the spot of her arm that was roughly grabbed, rubbing it slowly in the attempt to soothe her. ‘’Yeah, yeah.. Anytime. I’ll be the knight in shining armour for you.’’

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@traviswilliamss

he’s on his way out for his classes, bag slung over his shoulder and phone in one hand. it’s when he opens the door to navigate his way out he almost wants to punch who’s at the door. lips purse, dropping the bag off his shoulder and kicking it off to the side. class can wait, this.. can’t. ‘’why are you here? you must have a death wish.’’

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@ofhoncyed

A lot of things bothered him & part of him hated himself for why he got into this line of work in the first place. Too many assholes who needed to be put in their place & learn some respect. Dark eyes have been watching the on-going scene with a patron he’d been.. seriously eyeing all night. Did it make him creepy? Probably, but he had good reason. She looked seriously heated from what he could tell so it was best he made his way over. As he got over, the guy who she seemed to be arguing with raised a hand and he immediately grabbed it yelling some words in italian and shoving him back some. ‘’How about you get the fuck outta’ my bar before I drag your lanky ass outta here myself??’’ He says in an irritated tone. Once he was sure the guy was leaving, he turns his attention to the bright eyed patron and stares at her a little longer than intended before finally utttering some words. ‘’Uh.. You okay?’’

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OKAY GUYS another psa because i suck with interaction and stuff i’m posting a starter call for dimitri tommy and duncan

and also in the process of writing a fourth chracater up so come tell me i’m trash while who you wanna plot with. also will assume connections with all ur b’s and throw my children at them to

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so guys, my time is unwinding. i have to head to bed because i gotta get up early and go right into work. but after that is when my other characters will come in more, because i don’t work monday and i’ll have time to play after work tomorrow. so please, go crazy have fun plotting all the fun plots and i’m so glady you’re all here!!

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chloe thought that tonight she owed herself a night out, maybe get lucky and regret it just a little bit in the morning when she had to do the walk of shame, she never brought someone home fearing that one time she would sleep with the wrong guy. 

she had been enjoying herself up until she was standing at the bar waiting on a drink and a guy stood right behind her, his body against hers causing chloe to turn around with a straight face looking at the stranger, “do you mind? there’s enough space for the all of us” she huffed pushing the guy away from her and turning back around to not only feel the fucking guy again on her. spinning herself around again to face the drunk guy, “i mean it, leave me the fuck alone, find someone else to bug,” the guy just didn’t leave; staying right behind her, chloe’s drink finally arriving in front of her. she could feel the guy still behind her, her blood starting to boil as he was getting on her nerves and this night was for her to have fun.

she swung back around with the drink in her hand, “can you not get the hint? or do i need to show you?”

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obviously she needed saving and he swore he wasn’t going to get involved. apparently getting too ‘violent’ with the drunk patrons loses business, so he had to play this one safe. approaching the girl, dimitri slips an arm around her waist as he attempts to hug her from behind. ‘’sorry babe, i know you were waiting on me to come over but i was busy working.’’ his gaze draws up to the guy giving her a hard time, and the string of swear words in italian escape his lips as he takes a daring step forward to lean in and whisper something in the male’s ear. obviously he seemed to have gotten the message this time around with the way he scurried off with his tail between his legs. turning to face her, dimitri gives her a tiny smirk. ‘’you good now?’’

[celeste-mc]

To say it had been a long week would’ve been quite the understatement. Between having to sit three exams and covering the junior jazz class for her coworker who was away at a wedding, Celeste was drained. Both mentally and physically. And as much as the brunette wanted to curl up in bed and just sleep, she found herself currently sat on one of the benches in Rosewick’s community park savoring the crisp autumn air. She felt like she’d been stuck inside all week either cooped up in the library studying or in the studio teaching; so finally being outside was warmly welcomed despite how fatigued she was or the fact her old pelvic injury had decided to start acting up again, hence why there was a pink matte forearm crunch propped up next to her. Finally beginning to feel like she could relax, Celeste allowed her mind to wander, slipping into a daydream—so much so that she didn’t even realize someone was headed in her general direction.

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‘‘You honestly look like you could use one of these. These & a drink.’‘ He exhales the smoke from his cigarette and throws it down once he’s done, being sure to crush it with his boot.  ‘‘--Stop thinking so much. How about you unwind a little bit?’‘

[house-of-bax-deactivated2019103]

Frankie didn’t drink. He’d had a beer, once. A Heineken at some college party Tiger had dragged him along to. But with alcohol came a loss of inhibitions and it wasn’t a road that Frankie particularly wanted to go down. He liked keeping his wits about him. Despite that, the local bar on the Southside was a place he frequented. He often found fellow members of the Crimson Roses there, as well as townies who wanted a quick high or a deal with the devil. 

It was where he found himself that day, tucked away on the far end of the bar with only a notebook for company. On it, a grid of numbers that made sense only to his eyes. He liked to keep written logs in addition to the ones on his laptop. With his sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair, he was hovering over his notes before someone sat next to him.

Even if he knew it would all be hieroglyphics to them, Frankie instinctually curled the notebook away from their vision. He gave them a hard, stony stare for a minute, until it looked like they weren’t going to relinquish their seat.

“I hope you don’t think I’m going to buy you a drink.” 

open.

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‘‘Not even if I say please and bat my eyes?’‘ He retorts sarcastically, fingers drumming along the table as a knowing smirk tugs at the corners of his lip. ‘‘Whatcha’ workin’ on there anyways, Frankie?’‘