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{ i literally just made a new blog and im considering starting a new one okay 

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                  ❛ Ahh - are you fuckin’ serious ? You’re a what ? ❜

         “Whoa, whoa. Calm down buddy, I mistook you for           someone else. Okay?” Pete took a step back and           put up his hands. “We good?”

      Shoulders pull, shuddering slightly, as he draws in a   heavy breath. Darkened eyes bore into the other, and part   of him panics.

             This is not his brother.

{ im working on a new blog oops }

Hayley was entirely fucking exhausted. The boys were even starting to worry. She hadn’t trained this much in her life but– she’d never had a bigger reason than now. Every time she closed her eyes, they burned from staying open so long– long days.But all this didn’t stop her from being alert. She was constantly mentally present && aware of her surrondings ( despite what the boys said ). This meant she sensed the presence on her street corner. She bristeled, ready to hide behind her looks or fight, depending on threat levels.      She turned, eyes guarded to see– Patrick?           The fuck?

      War breathed slowly, a prickling sensation skittering   down his spine as his gaze shifted, and a gloved hand   flexes as his side, briefly flashing hooked claws. He tries     to gather himself, compose this poor excuse of a vessel,   pulling this cheap costume tighter around himself like a   jacket. Feet shift, and he knows, he feels the gaze   pressed to his back, and for a moment he hesitates,   unsure how to… address this little issue.

      But he knows he’s more acute, and a smile slowly   splits his features.