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parker rounded the corner of the building, headphones blasting a new song she was planning on sneaking into the lineup on her next show. all but tuning out her surroundings, she looked up just in time to see a giant bug land on another girl’s face. she screamed and slapped the girl without thinking, the bug flying away before her hand made contact. “shit,” she hissed, watching it fly away, the bug taunting her very existence. “okay, i swear i’m usually a lot faster with my hands. that bug should’ve been jam. but ⁠— y’know, sorry for slapping you and all. i did what i had to do.” | @alexisclopez​

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parker pouted at the book set in front of her, the words jumbling the longer she stared at them. “can we pleeeeeease have a study break? it’s been like ⁠— ten hours.” it had only, in fact, been maybe thirty minutes, but parker was nothing if not hyperbolic. “i’ll give you a back massage. i’m really good at those. it, like, runs in my family or whatever. we’re just really, really good with our hands. take that as innuendo-y as you will.” she had nothing else to offer leo but her cute smile, and that wasn’t gonna fly when parker had basically begged for parkeo time, no matter what the activity. “okay, fine, ten more minutes. if my eyeballs don’t fall out of my head before then, that is.” | @leoalcrights​

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“okay, verdict?” she asked, smoothing out her new thrift store find as she stood in the mirror just outside the dressing room. as far as she could tell, the dress fit her every curve in the best ways, but one’s own eyes could be deceiving. she spun back towards pip, just exiting her own dressing room. “does this ⁠— ” she stopped, jaw dropping slightly. “damn, you look hot,” she said, letting out a low, appreciative whistle. “anyway, does this dress show enough ass? too much ass? not enough?” she spun around to show her, booty tooching as miss tyra taught her. “the public needs to appreciate me in all my fabul-ass glory.” | @penclopes​

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📱 ‣ parker

henry: HELLO i miss you

henry: do you want to come over

henry: i have my chick-flick list ready to be binged :')

henry: or you cut my bangs and i lose my shit and we get hammered

parker: BABY GIRL WHERE U BEEN

parker: of course i wanna come over who do u think i am???

parker: i have been going through WITHDRAWALS

parker: listen don't tempt me, i fully support mental breakdowns while still being a concerned friend who will make sure u don't actually DIE

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elliealdenkamp​:

a wide-eyed ellie turned over her shoulder, gaze instantly meeting a bundled up parker. it was hard not to laugh at the sight—in fact, she did, though it was muffled and somewhat covered by a lame cough. “you’d cut our marriage pact short when we have less than five years left?” her browse rose, challenging the blonde’s threat. ‘break up’? sure. withhold cuddling? for a week, tops. but break the marriage pact? highly unlikely. “i mean—your odds are pretty fantastic at this point, if you ask me. ask yourself if calling it quits now is really worth it. so close to the prize.” ellie slowly walked towards the bed, gazing at the snack spread as if contemplating what to do. after a few seconds something caught her eye, bringing her drifting line of sight to a halt. “are those peanut m&m’s?” she asked carefully, eyes flickering up at parker. “…fine, i’m in, you got me, i’m weak!” snatching the wrapped candy, she plopped down on the bed and scoot closer to the other girl. so close, in fact, that her chin rested atop parker’s shoulder. “how’s this? we good?”

parker narrowed her eyes at her best friend, mad that her bluff had been seen through so easily. though, what did she expect, really? ellie knew her better than she knew herself. she was seconds away from caving when ellie spotted her last trap: the peanut m&m’s. a scholar of ellie aldenkamp, parker knew the one way to her heart should all of her usual methods fail. sneaky? yeah. out of love? absolutely. effective? always. she nuzzled ellie’s head, content smile on her lips. she turned her head just slightly to place a quick peck to the top of ellie’s head. “we’re golden,” she crooned, fingers groping around for the remote so as to not give ellie a chance to move away from her again. finding it at the end of her reach, she let out a noise of triumph and pulled up netflix, queueing up the movie in question. “the things i’d do to both young meg ryan and young tom hanks.”

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eliasmorrissey​:

                    Gin and tonic. He smiled, and the friends beside her that had taken off, either out of offense or just boredom, still did not receive any of his attention. His eyes were on her, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say his allure had elegance. It was in his eyes. It was always his eyes, and he knew it, not only because he’d been told his big brown ‘puppy dog’ gaze could do a number but because he had seen the tide turn as he turned them on. Cock the head a little, feign the sadness— although it was easier when it was like this: when they were just meeting or on good terms. All he had to do was look. All he had to think about was what it would be like to take them home and it seemed to translate. His smirk widened enough to call it a grin and he glanced down at her lips, “Simple and classy,” He commented on her drink choice, maintaining their eye contact, “I like it.” 

                    ‘Campus’. So she was a student, and hopefully one that he’d be seeing more of. Amused, a laugh slid out of the corner of his mouth, “They were just being polite,” He smiled, “–they knew I wanted you all to myself,” And it rang as a caper, his tone playful as he brought his own drink to his lips, a Manhattan, a subtle homage to his home borough. He placed his drink on the bar counter behind her, his arm brushing against hers, and then he looked out towards the floor, “Listen, consider it taken care of. All you have to worry about is that dance,” The boy insisted, something almost apologetic in his voice, but this was, in all honesty, his best kind of front. This was as nice as Elias Morrissey got, and when he looked back at her his eyes could not help but fall right back to her mouth, “—I’ll let you lead the way, beautiful.” He offered, a strategic move, as he preferred to be in a position where he was the one behind.

“i think i can honestly say i’ve never heard anybody describe me as ‘simple and classy’.” she threw back the rest of her drink before returning her eyes to his, one brow arched as she considered him. calculating, maybe? too smart for his own good? a challenge, really, and it’d been a while since parker had come across a real challenge. “it’s the low-cal choice more than anything, and if i want my trainer off my back, i need to behave.” she let her eyes roam over him appreciatively, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “though, i suppose there are ways to burn off excess calories.”

proximity had her breathing him in, and his touch ⁠— as light and coincidental as it may have been ⁠— felt electric. she wasn’t gonna let him win that easily, though; a guy like him was probably used to low effort, and she’d made people much less attractive work much, much harder to get her. still, a dance was exactly what she wanted ⁠— publicly acceptable foreplay. she gave him a coy smile and slipped off the stool ⁠— even in her heels, he was so much taller that her head tipped almost all the way back to look up at him. dancing might be more of a challenge than she originally thought, but she’d make it work. besides, she didn’t have to be eye level with him for the other activities she had in mind. she gently took his hand, shooting him a wink. “right this way, stud.” she pulled him along to the dance floor, stopping in the very center where she was always meant to reside. she spun around to face him, hands falling to his chest and trailing down, down, tracing over every inch of hardened muscle her fingers could find. her head tilted back to meet his eyes again, fingers lightly gripping the fabric of his shirt. “show me what you got,” she called out over the music, teasing smirk on her lips.

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sebmcrlowe​:

Obliviously, Seb continued to wave the bra around in the air like a flag, then his eyes caught sight of Parker barreling towards him. Probably to yell at him again, he thought at first. “Ow!” He exclaimed as she pinched him, arm lowering instinctively, looking confused as the shorter blonde appeared beside him. “Oh. Right. Sorry,” he apologized, although the smirk was already on his face, turning to face the girl as she hastily hid her undergarment. “You get all dressed up, just for me, Parker? Careful, I might actually start to think you like me,” he teased her, poking her in the side, pulling a hand around her hip, looking around first to make sure no one was looking at them. “Of course I remember. She just happened to have a very similar bra, I swear. What do you say you come back tonight? Promise I won’t forget any of your underwear tonight.”

a deep flush took over her face, her eyes narrowing at him as she resisted the urge to slap his hand away. the alcohol coursing through her veins made her less careful than she usually tried to be, and her hand found his shirt and gripped it tightly. “i get all dressed up for myself, thank you very much; you’re just lucky enough to get the benefits from my own vanity.” god, he was hot ⁠— or maybe just tall, but if she could climb them like a tree, they were just parker’s type. teeth sank into her bottom lip, hand releasing his shirt and traveling down his chest and fingers tracing every abdominal muscle. “you better not; i wore my favorite set tonight, and they look good.”

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tannerisaacs​:

It’d been quite awhile since he’d gone for a jog and it was evident in his breath. Funny, because part of why he’d gone on this run with Parker was because he figured he needed fresh air. Something to clear his mind of Carmen. Rounding the curve of the path, Tanner wanted to push himself to keep going, keep pushing, but— “Okay, oh… yea. Hold up.” Slowing himself to a walk, hands behind his head, he cast his eyes to the dark sky. “I’m gonna need a second. Or ten. Probably a couple hundred.” @hvssans​

mornings were when parker got her real workouts in; the nighttime runs with tanner were just for fun. she was nowhere near as dedicated as a lot of other athletes ⁠— something her coach and trainers gave her shit about constantly ⁠— which was why the fun runs had become so ingrained into her schedule. it was a compromise in her mind, and an excuse to not go to the gym for a single day. she deserved some fun too, didn’t she? her ears perked up as tanner’s voice carried through the cool night air, and she jogged in place as she spun around to face him. “you getting soft on me, isaacs?” she grimaced at the words, jogging back towards him. “ah, shit, i’m starting to sound like grey. please push me into the lake; i’m begging you,” she joked, still marching in place to keep her heart rate up. “do you wanna keep going, or should we just head back? i can totally carry you back if you pass out, but i don’t exactly want to, y’know?”

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greybyrne​:

Grey stood still as she spoke, listening to her and bobbing his head softly; it was all he could do to suppress the inevitable smug smile of his from popping up too early. Talk like that didn’t come around freely and he didn’t want to risk stopping it short. Even when Parker stopped, he let silence follow first. Make sure she was done. “Wow. Was that a compliment?” Grey tilted his head to the side before assuming his position to play catcher. “At least you’re not in the tee-ball era,” he joked, rising back up before walked towards her. “You held onto that one too long. Small fix. If you ask me, it’s probably a mental thing. Maybe just… throw some around not thinking about any of it.” It was a habit he often had found himself getting trapped in from time to time.

“another word out of you, and it’s the last pseudo-compliment you’ll ever get.” at least, the last one he’d get out loud. as much shit as she gave him, parker considered grey to be one of the people closest to her. was it because he reminded her a little of her brothers? maybe, but her brothers were also giant pains in her ass. she soaked up his words, gears turning in her head and hand flexing as she absorbed the note. baseball was the thing she was best at because she knew how to make the corrections, but sometimes it was hard to see the problem without outside eyes. “okay,” she said, nodding and taking the ball from him again. “maybe put on a helmet before i let them start flying. you know, just in case.” 

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will you adopt me?

“that sounds like a truly awful idea. i can barely take care of myself and you want me to take care of you, too??? outrageous. i have more a fun aunt vibe, anyway.”

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Are you superstitious?

“definitely. i have a lucky piece of every kind of clothing, and ellie is my good luck charm, too. she hasn’t missed any of my games because i won’t let her. and, y’know, there’s the whole no-hitter i fucked up because someone didn’t show up. also, ghosts are real and we’re not alone in this universe.” | @elliealdenkamp

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would you ever get some work done?

“hell no! have you seen me? i’m a fucking masterpiece.”

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You can just give it (the jacket) to me tomorrow. No, I really want to give it to you tonight.

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“if you don’t get your ass in this bed right now, i swear to god i’m breaking up with you.” she narrowed her eyes playfully at her best friend, her entire body carefully wrapped up in her fluffiest blanket. a vast array of snacks were strewn about the bed in front of her, and she let one arm slip out of her cocoon to grab a peanut butter cup. “me jetpacking you? done. marriage pact? over. choose your next move wisely; i don’t wanna end up watching sleepless in seattle by myself.” and if her words weren’t enough to sway ellie, she fixed the girl with her best puppy dog pout ⁠— there was no way she could resist that. “pleeeeeeeeeease?” | @elliealdenkamp​