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Oscar Powell, 25, 17th April, musician, In a relationship with Maggie Carter

[oscar-powell]

maggiexcarter‌:

“It’s okay.. You’ll see them later.. Do you want me to take you to yours or do you want to come to mine?”

“Whichever bed is better.”

[oscar-powell]

maggiexcarter‌:

“All of them?” Maggie laughed, pushing open the pub door.

“I know the names, I don’t know who they belong to.”

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maggiexcarter‌:

Maggie laughed, turning to look at him. “Say goodbye to your friends.”

“I forgot their names...”

[oscar-powell]

maggiexcarter‌:

“Come on..” Maggie moved her hand to his, moving from the wall and tugging him towards the pub door.

Oscar groaned a bit in disappointment but let her drag him outside.

[oscar-powell]

maggiexcarter‌:

“It sounds like you need a bad though.” Maggie put her hands on his face. “Plus I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you.”

“But I’m not tired.” he made a face. “And you so wouldn’t.”

[oscar-powell]

maggiexcarter‌:

Maggie didn’t realize how much she could taste on his lips, the booze on his tongue. When he picked her up only to put her back down, her lips pulled from his as she put her hands on his chest. “Let’s get you home.”

He pouted as she pulled away. “That does sound more private.” he teased lightly, playing with a strand of her hair.

[oscar-powell]

maggiexcarter‌:

Maggie kissed him back, arching her back off the wall as she pushed her body up against his. She slid her fingers up the hem of his shirt, touching his skin lightly. “You keep kissing me like this,” she started to mutter against his lips. “I’m going to have to take you somewhere more private.”

“I like the thought of that.” he muttered right back, his arms completely wrapped around her waist and he pulled her off of the ground, just to set her down again. Maybe he was a tad too drunk for that one.

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maggiexcarter‌:

Maggie laughed as she bit down on her lower lip, moving her hands down to the hem of his shirt. “And a little cocky,” she teased.

“Then you have a cocky boyfriend.” Oscar teased a little before he dragged his lips back up to hers kissing her a bit deeper as he pushed his body against hers.

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maggiexcarter‌:

Maggie laughed softly as she tilted her head to give him more access to her neck. “Has anyone told you how good you are at that?” She muttered, moving her hands to waist, gripping at the fabric of his shirt.

“If I say yes that would just sound like I’m bragging.” he chuckled against her skin, nipping at her skin a bit more.

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maggiexcarter‌:

Maggie let a little smile come along her lips as she took his hand, pulling him towards the corner. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his.

Oscar chuckled as he kissed her back not being able to help but slip his lips from hers down to her jawline and her neck.

[oscar-powell]

jasminexhart‌:

“Why do you say that?”

“You had this look.”

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madelinexpowell‌:

Madeline tossed the dart towards the board, hitting the middle dot. “Looks like it runs in the family.”

“Genes are a weird thing.”

[oscar-powell]

ariahayes‌:

“A beer?”

“Booring.”

[oscar-powell]

jasminexhart‌:

“Guess that’s a good way to notice someone having one.”

“I wasn’t sure for a minute.”

[oscar-powell]

ariahayes‌:

“I wanna see.”

“Alright.” he nodded as he basically downed his drink and turned towards the board. “What do I get?”

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madelinexpowell‌:

“I would definitely love to give it a try.”

“Okay... go for it.” Oscar stepped aside.

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hanna-clarkman‌:

“Okay, do you think you could teach?”

“I can try when you promise not to poke my eye out.”