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          Essentially the entire walk from the hospital, he had been on the phone with the agent that had found him his current apartment. “Look, I know I’ve only been here a month, okay?” he repeats, tone clearly exasperated as he comes up the hall toward his apartment. “But I can’t live next door to my ex-boyfriend. Imagine just still being completely in love with someone who broke up with you basically ten years ago because he found someone else, and then you move in next door to them only to have it rubbed in your face that they’ve completely moved on.” Okay, so maybe more than he should have been telling a real estate agent and whilst in the hallway to his apartment building, but there was no use in trying to save face at this point. While Duke spoke, he struggled to get his keys out of his bag, his tired brain trying the wrong key in the lock repeatedly until he’s leaning his forehead against the door in defeat. “I just-- I can’t keep having my heart re-broken every time I look at his door, or hear him having sex, or just seeing him, okay? I really can’t,” he mumbles in defeat.     ||    @requicms​ // @requicmswrites​

Sierra: What do I do?

Emmett was stupid. Scratch that, the boy wasn’t stupid per se but he had moments of stupidity. He seemed to be convinced into ideas he knew initially would turn out bad for him. This arrangement was one. Em had known from the start, from even just the suggestion, that if there was anything he could do to get out of it, it should've been done. Dating for a publicity stunt never worked out, he had seen it with his friends. Yet had he done all he could to avoid it? No. So, there was really no one to blame but himself. Their situation wasn't as bad as it had started out, with complete awkwardness, and he currently didn't mind their time together. In fact he had fun with her sometimes but that didn’t mean he wasn’t counting the moments in which they were free from each other. In which he got his own personal space back. Maybe he would even get less questions about her - that wasn't likely. As friends, the two were great. He was sure if they had met outside the circumstances and had more time to actually know each other, maybe it wouldn't be as insufferable as it seemed. They had forced comfort too quickly, it really was a test of his patience. Tolerance and dating on the other hand, he was over it. Thankfully, their arrangement was ending. Not before their last few shots of publicity though, which his agent was trying to make the most of. "One last red carpet," he muttered, stepping out of the car. He stood, adjusting to the flash, before turning on his heel and extending his hand out towards his date, the grin spread across his face.

        Going to events was certainly one aspect of her career that Soledad had a love/hate relationship with. They were fun, sure; but they were also exhausting as hell. It may have been great to catch up with people she only ever saw at things like these, but it also meant running into people she would have otherwise preferred to avoid. Like a particular member of a certain royal family who she may or may not have ghosted, even if for valid reason (or, so she told herself). It was impossible not to spot James in the crowd -- absolute fucking giant that he was -- and her heart dropped into her stomach immediately. Eyes widening at the sight of him, Soledad turns away quickly and makes a beeline for the bar, praying to every god there was that he wouldn’t see her. This was not the place where she wanted to deal with this, which was precisely why she ordered the strongest drink she could think of once she caught the bartender’s attention. So much for a fun night. || @requicms​ // @requicmswrites​

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              This was bordering onto flat out ridiculous. How much sex could one person have? Either this neighbour of his was just horrifically in love with his significant other, or was the biggest playboy of all time. It was late as hell and Duke had a shift in the morning that he desperately needed sleep for. But here this dude was: at it again. Fuck, enough was enough. He haphazardly pulled on a shirt and sweatpants before storming out into the hall to his neighbour’s door. Duke started banging on the door with his fist, not caring if he woke up whoever on their floor wasn’t already awake from this incessant sex noises they all had to deal with. “Open up, asshole.”