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iillecebrovs​:

location: lounge

lovelynn wanted to find somewhere quiet that she could work on her homework, during the afternoon the lounge was pretty empty, so she sat in there working on some homework. while she just started as an escort, lovelynn was actually avoiding any bookings that were sexual since she was nervous that she wouldn’t be good enough or anything. but not doing anything sexual led to her not getting a lot of bookings, so she spent that time studying. she heard someone enter the room. “hello?” she asked.

with grayson being a relatively new guest , he hasn’t found his familiarity in the hotel just yet so when attempting to find his room he results in entering a room that clearly isn’t his. as he hears a soft spoken but evidently female voice , grayson stops in his tracks to turn back as he’s caught with a much smaller female compared to his taller stature. “ hiya . . . sorry , was just kinda looking around to see what’s where . . . this clearly isn’t the club area either. ” he confesses with a small snort of a chuckle when making his way out of the femme’s bedroom to attempt in actually finding what he had been looking for from the beginning. 

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daydreamersxa​:

“I can always show you around tomorrow?” Charlotte offered and shot him a winning smile. “Right! It’s why I like drink it. Sometimes they get caught in my nose? And it’s just fun,” she remarked and clinked her glass against his. “I do! Oh, yes, very sexy singing,” she laughed. “I sing all sorts. I play the guitar, too, but I rarely do that here. Used to sing on street corners and things,” she said and then hurried to add, “At least until I got here. Now I’m waiting for my big break, you know? I’m gonna be an actress.” She was oddly confident about this, but would it ever actually happen? That remained to be seen. “I perform tomorrow around 9 pm! you should definitely catch it! The girl singing before me is great, too,” she told him and laughed when he said she looked exhausted. “I was having some fun before heading home. I swear, I’m not tired! Not really! I can go for days!” She was bragging about this, but she was rather proud of herself. 

“ i think that sounds like a solid option . . . very sweet of you to even offer , so thank you. i’ll happily take you up in that offer. ” grayson simply agrees upon allowing the time for him to be shown around. this whole place is a different atmosphere than what he’s totally used to , but to be completely fair it would be the utmost smart thing for him to at least make some friends or something of the sort. “ ooh so you’re talented in many different ways then ? ” he lightheartedly & very cheekily adds when a dimpled smile appears slowly upon his features. “ ah i’m certain ! i love a good performance here n’ there and it’s not often i see them with my schedule . . . though , you probably shouldn’t go for days. sleep is super important alongside having a good time. ”

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dangelliot​:

Hearing that heavy British accent of his was enough to raise the hairs on the back of Elliot’s neck alone. But as he made contact with the fragile boy’s chin, giving him no option other than giving Grayson his full and undivided attention, his polite smile falters, the corners of his mouth twitching. On any other occasion, Elliot would gladly take any and every compliment thrown his way, but this one simply felt wrong. At least, coming from him. “Please…Don’t do that.” Elliot whispers timidly, coal hues shifting from left to right as he turns his head away out of concern for being seen by some slim chance, raising his hands close to his chest, palms facing the much taller man. 

the confusion that rolls through grayson’s being when elliot simply pulls away his smile also falters for the time being when nodding once as he musters a bemused chuckle ; simply showcasing his annoyance come back as quickly as he’d forgotten about it. “ hm . . . alrighty , whatever. if you’re done whatever it is you’re doing here still then you can gladly go. thanks for the key & the welcome. have a good one ! ” he dismisses the whole situation as a whole as it jut doesn’t feel all that great of one anymore. clearly things are still weird & grayson honestly doesn’t have the time, nor the energy to properly deal with this sort of stuff. not here with elliot & certainly not now with him at any given point staying at this hotel. when grabbing his already poured glass of champagne , grayson’s sips slowly turn to heavier drinks by the matter of minutes. 

[flawedluna]

He's so precious. I love him so much

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esconnor​:

Connor had a little more to eat than he should have but he was never able to resist an all you can eat buffet. He fell into a comfortable state of bliss on the couch and didn’t even realize he had drifted off into sleep until he was poked awake by someone. He opened his eyes and gave the person a weary smile. “Hey there,” he said groggily, “How long have I been asleep? And do I look cute when I’m sleeping?”

grayson simply turns his head when offering a small smile towards the other & their question. “ um . . . quite a bit ? maybe forty-five minutes or so ? and i suppose that you look . . .  ALRIGHT ? why do you ask ? are you working to go somewhere with this ? ” the brit continues in his inquiry , surely being unnecessary with the overwhelming questions.

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dangelliot​:

“Y-You’re… You’re welcome, sir.” A brief pause as his entire face has gone pink. Though Elliot was indeed continuing to hold a smile– no matter how painful it felt to have to do so in the other’s presence– he hadn’t realized that his doe eyes had pooled to the brim. “Have an excellent stay.” Elliot clasps his hands together, turning to leave him be… to enjoy his luxury suite. But, before he does, he turns back on his heels, facing the threshold of the door as he watches Grayson tie the plush robe. A sniffle escapes the boyish hotel ambassador, polite and professional smile faltering only in the slightest. “You look really good– by the way.” Elliot’s often gentle voice cracks as he hangs his head to avoid eye contact any further. 

hearing elliot call him sir feels different but he doesn’t question it for obvious reasons as this is all probably just part of his job & he can’t be this nice just because . . . or maybe he is ? grayson won’t say much of it. “ thank you . . . that’s awfully sweet of you to say. it looks wonderful so far . . . so i’m sure i’ll enjoy it here. ” the brit confesses to his former ex partner just as he anxiously toys with the fabric belt of his robe when his eyes work their way up , down & around elliot & his own bedroom. “ do i ? i think i look pretty much the same but . . . you ? you look really good yourself. ” he says when stepping in , reaching over with his ring clad hand to tip up elliot’s face up by his chin with his first two fingers with a simple smile plastered upon his features. “ it's really good seeing you again . . . ”

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daydreamersxa​:

Charlotte gave him an appraising look and even though she had had other random fun, she was always up for some more. “You know what, why not. Ohhhh bubbly! I love the way that makes my nose feel!” she said and skipped after him. “You just arrive?” she asked, guessing so since he’d seemed lost and didn’t know where his room was yet. “There are so many amenities here,” she babbled on. “You’ll have to come see me perform. I’m one of the lounge singers here,” she told him, still entirely too bouncy. Honestly. She should be tired, but she’d sleep when she was dead. She couldn’t pass up an opportunity to enjoy herself. 

he nods before painted fingertips tuck into his curly locks to push them from his face , “ yeah , i just arrived. i’m still learning the ins n’ outs of this place . . . ” he adds. “ i definitely agree with you there . . . there’s something about champagne that makes my head flutter ? if that makes any sense ? ” grayson confesses with a bemused chuckle , surely making certain to lift the glass & clink it with hers upon raising his eyebrows once catching what she had said. “ you perform here ? what sort of music do you sing ? i imagine it’s rather sultry given the circumstances of the club , innit ? ” he suggests with a flutter of chuckles , lips meeting with the rim of the tall glass as he sips slow & hums happily to its sweet taste. “ i’ll definitely come see you sometime , when’s the next time you perform ? i’ll be there . . . also , not to intrude on anything or say something wrong but you look exhausted. do you get a break very often ? i imagine not if you’re performing so often here. ”

[rob-pattinson]

HARRY STYLES ‘Saturday Night Live’ Bumper Photos / 2019 › ph. Mary Ellen Matthews

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daydreamersxa​:

Charlotte was attempting to be discreet in her departure, but fate, of course, would thwart her. She laughed quietly when she was bumped into and waved a hand, reaching down to pick up the bag for him. “It’s fine,” she assured, smiling at him. “Do you need help finding anything? I do work here,” she offered, since he was looking a little lost. She felt that way for a while after she’d started, but knew where everything was by now. It was late, too, but she’d have to hope no one noticed her here at this time of night. Whoops. Oh well. She was cute, right? Surely that would keep her out of trouble. 

as grayson remains rather welcomed by the nature of this woman’s offer , he reaches to take his bag as it’s handed back to him before he’s stepping back to look over the numbers of each room just to find out he’s stood right outside of his just from walking down the hall & venturing into the elevator towards level three , but he seems pretty happy with his suite all around ; the money definitely pays so that’s never really a worry for him. “ my room’s here . . . but a guy could always use company ? if you’re not too busy with your time . . . ? i have a whole bottle of champagne to share or drink by myself , and i could essentially do either one. ” grayson finalizes with a small smile when walking into his room to pop the bottle that had been awaiting on ice for him just to pour two glasses as he walks back over to offer up the second glass towards the newfound stranger. 

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dangelliot​:

Frozen a moment, Elliot tries to gather his now scattered thoughts. The boy he thought he loved, the boy he thought he’d grow old with like the hopeless romantic he is, the boy he thought he’d never see again… is standing right in front of him. However, he forces himself to shake those resurfacing feelings off quickly– because that very same boy was the same boy that decided that his family’s reputation was more important than their relationship. Sure, Elliot said he understood. That he would always support Grayson’s decisions, hopes and dreams. But that didn’t mean that it didn’t sting when he returned to England. Sucking in a sharp breath, Elliot holds his head high in an attempt to appear unbothered, but clearly that charade was already amiss. Pushing up his circular frames upon the bridge of his nose, an old habit that he still frequently does, clears his throat, trying so desperately to keep his brow from furrowing. If Grayson Blackwood was a client, then Elliot was going to treat him just like any other member that stepped foot in the hotel. “…You should be sure to enjoy our exquisite skyline views of the city from your… the modern beveled sill windows of your master suite, Mister Blackwood.” His voice wavers as he smiles, holding out a delicate hand to gesture toward his door as he fumbles with the key. 

there’s a number of secrets that grayson is hiding still to this day & his true sexuality is one of this major things. though he does like women he found himself involving with elliot , falling for him far quicker than a usual relationship he’s been in. it’s complicated inside of grayson’s head, & most times he struggles with that. surely elliot knows the most of that considering he’s the first guy he’d ever really experimented anything with let alone had a full fledged relationship with. although they had a not so pretty ending to their story , perhaps they’ll really get into the true depths of their break up in the first place. he feels a strange , but immensely heaving feeling in his chest when he speaks , swallowing thick as he’s staring directly at him. in part it’s so he doesn’t forget what he looks like now because he looks the same , but not at the same time. “ thanks . . . ” he says with a heavy heart , a tinge of sadness simply overwhelming his aura when just taking the room key from elliot’s shaky hand as he too fumbles ( but conceals it well ) just to open the door before dipping down for his bag & tightly gripping its handle when looking back to the much tinier of the two. he doesn’t look the way he used to , or at least how grayson remembers him ; he’s much smaller , to which it somewhat worries him because that’s the type of person he is & he did once care a great deal for elliot. once entering the room , placing his bag down on the bed & making his way to grab the bath robe hanging on the door he simply wraps it around his body while tying the belt as he turns back to look at the other boy ; a heavy burdening feeling in his chest as he’s simply staring in void.

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dangelliot​:

Gazing down, corporate iPhone in one hand, and his  much less impressive personal iPhone 6S in the opposite, the overworked client ambassador scrolls through hotel emails with his left hand, brow tightly knit as he strides with haste through the opening elevator doors and into the vast, ornate lobby. Elliot has once again managed to stay overtime a third day in a row, this week. From special requests, to lonesome guests just needing a drinking buddy to entertain them at the club, reservations and of course the occasional complaint from the typical snooty type, he’s finding it less and less possible to have a life outside of this establishment. It’s all going to be worth it, though. He’s certain of that. At the very least he could remind himself that thousands of people would die to have his job position. And, well– the employee dorms did have a much better mattress than the crummy one in his cramped studio apartment. Yeah, Elliot. You’re killing it. You’re a fucking legend. He reminds himself, only to have his frail frame swayed off balance as he walks into an oncoming person. “Oh, gosh, I– am so sorry, sir!” Without any hesitation, Elliot shoves the two small devices into his tailored uniform blazer pockets, dipping down to pick up the luggage, though he’s beat to it– he knows that voice. Slowly rising, he attempts to regain his composure. “You… I, um…” 

as grayson finally looks up & catches an instantaneous look at elliot he practically feels his breath leave his lungs like some punch in the gut. of all people he expected to see ( which quite honestly wasn’t anyone , he’s been avoiding people for quite sometime now & it just is shocking all around ) he never would have imagined elliot being one of those people. is he staying here too ? does he work here ? what exactly is he doing here & how did he end up here anyways ? it’s been a lengthy amount of time since grayson had seen him since their separation but he also hadn’t really done much checking in one him since then either ; grayson isn’t the breakup type where he necessarily hyper-fixates on it afterwards. considering they’re both currently HERE he’s presuming he’s had plenty of partner’s since him, but the same goes for vice verse. “ i what ? ” he asks , hands dipping down to grab his bag & simply move past to his room once fumbling about with the key to get the door open now that he’s immensely flustered.

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oftrxgedy​:

she is just finishing with the clean-up of one of the rooms before heading to the next one. she knocks once. twice. no one answers. leyla gets inside and sees the few suitcases in the small corridor of the suite, quickly getting into the bathroom and changing the towels, bringing more soap and little shampoos and looking around to see if everything looked fine. it did. everything was spotless, clean and smelled fresh. the tiny turkish girl smiles to herself, liking the way the room appeared and is just closing the door behind her when someone bumps into her. she notices that the guy is holding the key to that very room she was in only a few seconds ago, quickly taking a step back. “oh, no…n-no, sir. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to…oh, god…i was just making sure you had everything you needed in your room and i didn’t see you. it was ENTIRELY my fault.”

bright green hues catch the brunette who’s instantly panicked to his sudden surface. “ oh no it’s totally okay ! i wasn’t really paying attention honestly, my apologies. thank you for doing that though. ” grayson adds with a tinge of a tiny smile , dimples indenting his cheeks rather immediate when bending back to grab his bag as he stands straight to walk into his room to visually inspect it for himself. after a few minutes he nods in acceptance of the room being much more than he could have asked for ( despite his well-known stature in the world ) so he’s rather pleased nonetheless. “ i hope this doesn’t come off disrespectfully but . . . ” he pauses when reaching into his gucci purse just to pull out his clutch wallet to grab a single hundred dollar bill when handing it her way with a simple grin. “ it’s the least i can do , so please . . . I INSIST ” he quietly utters out. 

[iocean91]

- Harry en #GucciFest

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current location: lobby > venturing to his current bedroom 

with his watch hitting just after two in the morning , greyson’s checking his phone to return a phone call he seemed to have missed amid arriving to this hotel. a few friends of his had been relatively confused as to why he’d left home so suddenly without a word edgewise , but he needed to just get away & find some change in his typical cycle of waking up , heading out to a photoshoot , doing an interview of two & heading home once he’s finished. sure he has his few hangouts here & there , but he’s kind of fell off from the world so this is an odd attempt but honest try at getting back in touch with the world & other people. as he’s stuck listening to a voicemail he hangs up , tucks his phone into his pocket & turning to grab his bag when picking it up & making way to his room before he’s instantaneously bumping into someone & dropping his bag back to the ground. “ fuck . . . sorry. i should have paid attention . . . ” he mutters when looking up to make face of whom he’s run right into. 

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hi there everyone ! my name’s lexi & this is my bb grayson ! his lil bio is under the read more :~) 

greyson edward blackwood , age twenty five from holmes chapel in redditch , england who is born into the blackwood family estate. basically being born with a silver spoon in his mouth , greyson knows he’s well off for the rest of his life as far as things go. between having a very huge career & name in the fashion industry seeing as he started modeling at the young age of eighteen. he lives a rather lonely life so coming to the hotel is certainly of no surprise for some company every now & again. 

things to know about greyson are below ; & also feel free to message me for plots hehe  !!!

he’s pansexual so he loves all people ( tpwk yanno ) 

recently found out that he suffers from bpd & is still working on figuring out how to live with it 

he’s been a model since the age of eighteen for brands such as ysl , gucci , etc. 

loves candles , bath bombs , makeup , dresses , sparkly jewelry , love letters , poetry , flowers , 70s fashion , sex obviously lol

[mr-styles]