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Parker usually wasn’t one to stick around at parties for long, he’d normally find himself someone to have fun with and head to his place for a more private party but tonight was different. He was sat watching the other outside with who he assumed was his friend group or at least smoking buddies. The party was pretty much dying out, most who were left were either passed out or high out of their mind. The brunette sat on the back porch, his eyes fixed on the male sat in the centre of the group smoking on some lawn chairs. He knew he could go up and talk to him but that seemed to bold given he’d have an audience. Instead he sat and waited, either for the male to notice him and come over, or to at least break off from the group so he could make a move.

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@ghostxn wanted a thomas hayes fc and i am giving her caspian

Caspian didn’t mind helping when he could, especially when it was his day off and the weather wasn’t horrible like it had been the past week and a half. When  Acacia asked if he could help her with this job she had, of course, he said yes being the person he was. Now on the break, he was playing with her two children that she’d brought with her, the eldest on his back while he was on the ground pretending to die and the other playfully hitting him in the head with their hands. “Hey, how about a little help here  Acacia? I’m being killed!”

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This kind of thing shouldn’t feel so stressful and Brody couldn’t explain why. Rarely did he ever feel like he was under pressure or uncomfortable. When he woke up this morning he was more than confident he would have no problem finding an engagement ring for his long time girlfriend. Of course she explained to him exactly what she wanted and when it was presented to him by his private jeweler he couldn’t bring himself to commit. Instead he made up some emergency and found himself in a nearby bookstore. After a moment of absent minded browsing he picked one up a classic, one of his favorites and sat down at in one of the chairs hoping to get out of his head for a minute. Really he had no idea how long he had been there until he heard a voice ask if he was okay. When he looked up he was captivated by the person looking back at him. Suddenly everything that worried him before he stepped inside ceased to exist. “Great, sorry. Have I been here a while? I can go, I’ll get this.” He gestured to the book in his hands knowing he probably had more than one copy at home already.  “I can always count on Wuthering Heights to distract me. Right now I’m finding myself distracted from that now too,” he grinned boldly flirting with the other. 

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Leo was usually more careful. If he was to get hurt in the ring, he did whatever he could to make sure it was for a good reason. And most of the times, it was. And almost all of those times, he was still victorious. The night before, however, his opponent got the best of him. He was about to land a killer hit when the guy managed to slip out of his-- his fist flying straight into one of the steel beams holding the ropes in place. He wanted to keep continue fighting bad, as much as his hand was killing him. Thankfully, the ref stepped in before he had a chance to. He didn’t want to accept the loss, but he really had no choice.

After a trip to the emergency room (and one splint) later, and Leo discovered that he had a fracture in his hand, which meant no fighting for at least a month. Completely bummed out, he went straight to bed when he and Asher finally reached the apartment. His mood didn’t improve much in the morning. Waking up before the other male, he quietly slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom. He grabbed the Tylenol from the medicine cabinet and took two out, popping them into his mouth and washing them down with water from the tap. After that, he went into the kitchen to put up some coffee. He leaned against the counter while he waited for it to be ready, grabbing his phone from the pocket of his pajama pants and checking it in the process.

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                                                                       doesn’t remember much about what’s happened before blows were thrown. remembers next to nothing besides the fact that he’s been closely watching a male being very clearly bothered by someone else. now usually he’s not very keen on intervening in situations like this ; his temper almost always flying too far off the handle and landing him in hot water. except this once. this once he’s quicker to move in between the pair, minimal words shared before he’s throwing hits. wouldn’t be as fun if he wasn’t getting hurt too so of course, he’s allowing the other their fair share of connects but it doesn’t last any longer than that before the hits are stopped by the people pulling the two apart. now he’s sure he looks crazy. after all, who laughs after fighting? especially with blood decorating his usually soft features. ‘ you good? fucker didn’t touch you or anything right? might have to go in for a second round if he caught you accidentally while trying to get me. ’ @ghostxn

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“My sisters are always sending me these videos of my dad dancing to various rap songs. It’s like a watching a bad meme page,” He comments off handily while staring at his phone before locking and placing it down. “Sometimes I think that everyone in my family is crazy and I was put in the family just to document,” He turns to look at the blonde. “Is your family also crazy or are they super villians like I pictured in my head because you don’t talk about them.”

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It had been three months since Laura had told Trevor that she was pregnant with his child and a lot had happened since then. She was showing already and nearly everyone knew by now that she was indeed expecting. The blonde rolled herself on her side so she could look at Trevor who was laying next to her. “I feel like we still have so much to do. I know we have another six months or so but it feels so much.”

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Ariel would have just left her stuff there and told him to throw it away but she'd practically moved in there by the time they broke up so there were sentimental things that she wanted to keep. Her heart still hurt and she could swear she took the breakup worse than he did but she would never know, especially since she vowed to never speak to him again after she gathered her things. All she remembered was them yelling at each other and her storming out crying. What’s done is done though right? No sense in dwelling on things.

"Thanks," was all she said before she picked up the box. She was already slightly damp from the light drizzle outside since she walked from a bus stop because she didn't have her own car. Just as she was about to turn and walk out without another word, the lights went out and she jumped, dropping the box on the ground before muttering under her breath.

Watching the scene outside, all Ariel could do was sigh and run her fingers through the unruly red hair of hers. "I didn't drive, I took a bus. I don't have a car, remember?" Picking the box back up, Ariel muttered. "I'll get the candles, light some and then stay in the living room. As soon as this clearsup, I'm gone, dont’ worry.."