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dallas mckinley ; mark my words, that’s ALL that i have. mark m y w o r d s , give you all i got in every way, i will. you’re the ONLY reason why… oh, i don’t want to LIVE a lie. MARK my w o r d s , mark my words.

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plsmarleigh:

if there is something marleigh considers herself somewhat of an expert on, it’s the ability to conceal and hide her emotions. anxiety, sadness, fear.. it all remained hidden, dormant under an impenetrable mask of smiles and flirtatious remarks and glittering eyes. it’s an innate talent, but one also honed by years and years of practice, but as they say ‘it takes one to know one.’ the smile dallas flashed her was strained, his brow pinched together in a show of.. confusion? she tried to stifle the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips at his whispered request. they had enforced a strictly friends label on their relationship, boundaries falling into place where there was once endless open space. she never liked limitations. “no, i was just gonna head back to my room,” she nodded her head. “but i like your idea better. let’s go.”

though he knows they still can’t be together just yet, dallas can’t help the overwhelming desire he feels to be near marleigh all the time. they’ve been able to spend some time together in the days since their feelings have been placed out in the open, but dallas certainly isn’t as keen to hide his affections as he had been before, which is why he has no problem grabbing a hold of marleigh’s hand when she agrees to come to his room with him. a soft smile forms on his face as he interlocks his fingers gently with hers, even if he does feel weary from what he had just seen. he leads the way down the hall until he reaches the door to his dorm room, pulls his key from his pocket, and once he opens up, he leads them in, closing the door shut behind them. “so...” he starts, turning to face her after locking up the room again and turning the lights on. “you sure everything is okay?”

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plsmarleigh:

she lifts her shoulders in a dismissive shrug, her fingers carding through her tangled hair - a constant battle with blonde locks that fall to her belly button. “no no, it’s okay.” in truth, running into dallas any any hour of the day is the equivalent to an extra slice of chocolate cake; more then enough to lift her spirits and inspire a blinding smile on her lips. since her confession, things between them have regrettably cooled off. her brows dip down slightly at his question. his gaze flickers from her to the close down behind her and then back to her clearly dishevelled appearance. “oh yeah. it’s actually enzo you should be worried about.” she states in a playful whisper, eyes bright despite the early hour. “i’ve kept him up a lot these past few days. he’s probably tired of me hogging his bed.” 

normally, dallas is good at masking his true emotions through his facial expressions, but when he is confused, like he is right now, he can’t help but let his feelings show. he does his best to keep a pleasant smile, but the apprehensiveness can be seen in his eyes anyways as he attempts to process what she had just told him. he knew her and enzo were close, but he had no idea they were that close. it’s a silly emotion, he knows, to be jealous of enzo. enzo has his own love life and marleigh wouldn’t dangle some other guy in front of him. but how could he not feel even the slightest tinge of jealousy in his heart knowing that he can’t be the one she’s cuddling up to every night? “oh,” he says in understanding with a small chuckle. he glances down the hall; his room is only a few doors down from enzo’s, and he knows noah isn’t around tonight. “do you want to come to my room for a bit, or were you headed somewhere?” he asks in a whisper, still attempting to keep his voice down and gliding his tongue between his lips out of habit. he knows he should just go to his room alone and let her carry on with her night, but if she has more to say, he doesn’t want their conversation to have to be so hushed.

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plsmarleigh:

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with most parisians fast asleep in their beds, it’s far past a decent hour to be awake and coherent, and yet marleigh pauses to peeks her head out from enzo’s room before stepping into the dark hallway. it’s hardly a surprise to see her in such a state - hair disheveled, dark circles highlighting her blues eyes, a man’s t-shirt sitting loosely on her frame - but apparently it’s frowned upon for an RA to be caught sneaking around. she’s not expecting company so the sudden deep voice has her pressing a hand to her chest. “merde–” she blinks, half expecting dallas to be a figment of her imagination. “dallas? hey. fancy running into you here.” she still manages a bright smile.

it’s late, and he’s had a long day, but dallas still finds himself restless. every day that passes without knowing if marleigh has told brodie yet seems a little longer than the next. how could he know if marleigh has finally shared her secret with him? dallas won’t ask her because he doesn’t want to push her, but wouldn’t brodie come talk to him by now if she had done it? what if he does know, and he’s afraid to tell dallas himself? these are the thoughts that have been plaguing him for days, no matter how hard he has tried to distract himself. he had just put in some work at the gym, figuring a late-night workout might help him get to sleep after a long day. as he heads down the hallway to get to his room, what he doesn’t expect to see is a girl coming out of enzo’s room in the middle of the night. isn’t he seeing parker? now that he thinks of it, he hasn’t heard much on that front recently, and enzo had told him about a girl he was having troubles with back in greece... could this be her? he plans on continuing past the room and letting the girl tend to her own business, but as he draws nearer, he comes to a stop, realizing who is right in front of him... hair disheveled and an over-sized t-shirt donning her torso, which he can only assume does not belong to her. “i-- sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says through a breathy chuckle, keeping his voice down so as to not awake any of the other residents. “i just, um...” he pauses, glancing at enzo’s door before returning his gaze to her, taking in her appearance. “are... you okay?”

[tiobrooke]

brooke looks up as dallas starts to speak and she rests her chin on his chest. her arms are still wrapped around his torso; her thumb moves up and down soothingly on his back as she watches him. “wait— something happened? what happened tonight to throw you over the edge? am i beating someone’s ass? don’t underestimate me. i can cause damage.” she interrogates, though it’s completely out of concern. her hands move from his back to his sides, then his hips. at his question, she laughs. “jesus christ, dallas. i’m fine. sheesh. call you daddy in bed and get fucked against a wall and you think i wasn’t into it?” she pauses. her eyes light up. “oh my god. was that your first angry sex experience?” she pulls away and places a hand on her chest. a dreamy sigh escapes her. “oh, you precious thing. i thrive off angry sex.” with essa. “it’s the hottest of moods, in my opinion. fuck the scented candles and rose petals.”

[dcllasmc-blog]

“no,” he insists right away when brooke starts getting protective, threatening to go after anyone who has wronged him. the only person who has wronged him, he thinks, is himself. he walks away from her while she goes on her tangent about angry sex, in search of his jeans and his shirt; he hadn’t exactly been tactical in removing them in the heat of the moment. he heaves out a flustered sigh as he finds his shirt and gets it over his head. “okay, okay, i’m glad,” he says finally as he steps into his jeans, and he truly is happy to hear she’s okay with what has just happened. once he is dressed, dallas plops himself down on the edge of her bed. “i’m sorry,” he tells her in a calmer tone, glancing at her before returning his gaze to his feet and shaking his head. he runs his hands over his face, attempting to gather his thoughts. he knows marleigh’s news obviously isn’t his to tell, but how can he carry on day-to-day without getting it off his chest to someone while he awaits marleigh’s confession to brodie? he trusts brooke, and besides, he feels he owes her an explanation for his behavior at this point. so, he gives her one. he goes on to tell her everything: about brodie meeting marleigh in london, their one-night stand, how dallas had been apprehensive to spend time with marleigh once they had met, how he tried so hard to stay away from her but only continued to be drawn in, how he’d finally confessed his feelings to marleigh tonight and the news he received in return, and how brodie still doesn’t have a clue about any of it. by the time he’s finished speaking, he has to take a breath; not only had he just spoken a lot in a short amount of time, but he has to admit, it feels good to finally spew it all out loud. “so,” he carries on, and dares to look her in the eyes once more. “yeah. that’s... that’s everything. and now i just... have to wait, so... i guess that’s all i can really do from here.”

[bachelcrs-deactivated20171105]

enzo shrugs. “i assume being a lawyer pays a hell of a lot better,” he remarks with a wrinkle of his nose. he raises his eyebrows a bit at the male’s question. again, he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “can’t complain,” he replies. part of him feels like he should tell dallas about, well, sort of dating parker. it’s odd; enzo really does admire dallas but at the same time, he’s not sure where his limits are with him. plus, how much does the other guy really wanna know about enzo’s life, really? “yeah, no. it’s been good. schoolwork’s kept me busy…” he gestures to the books in front of him, though he doesn’t really want to study or do work at this particular moment anyway. “what about you, though?” and he’s aware he and marleigh are kind of seeing each other, but he’s not about to make it weird. “you good?”

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dallas simply presses a smile in response to enzo’s lawyer comment. he’s not wrong, no, but at this point, dallas couldn’t care less about the money he makes. sure, he’s lived his whole life with a comfortable lifestyle, but he’s tired of being comfortable. he nods along as enzo explains he has been busy with school work, but when his question is thrown back at him, he’s not quite sure how to respond. dallas has always been good at pretending things are alright when they aren’t, but for some reason, the weight of his personal problems are a little too strong for that. he offers a smile anyways, along with a shrug of his shoulder; he’s also wondering how much enzo already knows. “yeah,” he says with a soft smile. “yeah, i’m good. i’m alright. taking it one day at a time, you know.”

[tiobrooke]

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dallas drops his gaze briefly while she slips into her dress. if she didn’t enjoy it, he doesn’t want to see how he has painted her skin. however, her feet come into view of his gaze on the floor, and she’s expressing how she did like it, so dallas finds himself able to breathe once again. he exhales a slow breath and his gaze travels the length of her body, from her toes to her lovely, doe eyes as he lifts his head. her hold around him is warm, something he isn’t quite used to feeling from brooke, but after the night he has had, he welcomes it. “i, um...” he struggles at first, not only to get his words out but to keep eye contact with brooke when she’s trying to read him like she is. “i’ve just-- had a lot going on recently,” he explains as he sounds another tired sigh. “and i haven’t really been able to get any of it out. tonight... i was thrown over the edge, i guess, i don’t know.” he shakes his head and watches down on his arms as they wrap around her waist. “you sure you’re okay?” he asks her once more, looking into her eyes.

[plsmarleigh-blog]

she sank back onto the bed as he backed away from her, the inches separating him from the door slowly but surely evaporating. if only he didn’t have to go. she cracked a grin, a bright laugh escaping her lips. “who knows. maybe i’ll take you up on that offer.” she dug her own phone from the mess of her bed spread and pulled up her messages before letting him see the screen. 

[dcllasmc-blog]

dallas chuckles, a wide grin spreading on his face to match hers when she shows him her phone. “i’ll be disappointed if you don’t.” he allows himself to linger for a moment longer, taking in the beauty of the woman sitting on the bed before him, the woman who has come to take him by surprise and drive him absolutely crazy inside. his smile softens at the thought, and he reluctantly pulls his gaze from hers as he grabs the door handle and excuses himself from the confines of her dorm room.

[thabiebsswag]

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“ oh, yeah, of course. you know me. just pimping it out in paris. ” the corner of his mouth tugs up into a wry smile at the very thought. sure, the prospect of an occasional wild night out may have crossed his mind once or twice before but truth was, brodie was tamer than most. he was perfectly content with his set of friends, more so because the very idea of being in a strange new exciting place such as the heart of france was more than daunting to him, but he was grateful he had his best mate by his side to navigate through it.  “ jeez, dallas, i’m hurt. you know you’re first priority. ” he looks up from his paper momentarily, giving his friend a pointed look before resuming his sketch. “ well, you remember that one model i, uh, hooked up with back when i was in london ? i think i told you about this. did i ? i forget. but anyways, yeah, she’s, uh… she’s here. i mean trust me, i was surprised but hey, it’s a pretty small world i guess. ”

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dallas chuckles, loving how easy it is for he and his best friend to joke around with each other at any given moment. however, he feels his stomach wretch when brodie tells him ‘you know you’re first priority.’ as if dallas needed any more of a reason to feel guilty about his feelings for marleigh, he also feels an immense amount of dread knowing he’s lying to his best friend, who would do just about anything for him. his smile relaxes back to the neutral expression, but his vision tunnels onto brodie when he starts talking about marleigh. brodie has seen her... the revelation, he’s sure, has his skin becoming paler. “brodie, i, uh... i have a confession,” he says suddenly, but he pauses. he’s about to spill it all, he can feel it. his stomach feels tied up in knots and he feels like he could vomit at any second. however, as brodie’s eyes meet his own, he’s reminded that he can’t do this. at least, not until brodie knows the truth from marleigh first. “i actually met her,” he settles on finally, smiling a tad sheepishly at the other. “i don’t know why i didn’t tell you, honestly. i guess i just thought you would freak out about it for some reason, like, her being here, you know? but i’m sorry.”

[canadianbieber]

[bachelcrs-deactivated20171105]

“you’re much too, ah—” enzo snaps his fingers as he tries to find the right english word for what he’s thinking. “humble,” he finds it with a grin. “so, you’re saying the smarts run in the family, no?” he confirms. enzo lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. “i could never do it. not even if it was a family business— though my family business was a pastry shop, and i stray as far away from that line of work as possible. nothing against small businesses or pastries, for that matter. they’re lovely.”

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a fond smile remains on dallas’ face as he watches enzo speak. sometimes he can’t believe that he’s here, in paris, befriending french people with french accents that he never would have met otherwise. in a sense, he adores enzo as a friend who always seems to keep him feeling grounded, or at ease, any time he’s around. he leans back in his chair and removes his hat briefly so he can run his fingers through his short hair, chuckling at enzo’s sentiments all the while. “hey, i’d take pastries over court cases any day. honest to god.” he settles his hat back on his head and sits forward again. “how’ve you been?” he asks, smiling pleasantly at the other. “i feel like i haven’t seen you around much lately.”

[dcllasmc-blog]

dallas is still panting lightly, mostly coming down from the high of the time they had just spent together while he awaits an answer from brooke. he’s standing at the end of the bed, lost in thought, and his gaze doesn’t lift from the ground until brooke speaks. his stare settles on the bruises she points to, not for long until he’s scanning the whole of her body. her neck and her chest are covered in hickeys, and her hips are bruised and red. the high of it all instantly comes to a crash in fear that perhaps, he had gone a little too overboard. “i--” he begins, but falls at a loss for words, not exactly sure how to explain himself in this situation. he turns around to find his underwear and steps into them before returning his attention to her. “i had to blow off some steam,” he suffices to say, pulling a small smile with a breath of a laugh in attempt to make himself look more carefree about it than he actually feels. “what, did you-- did you not like it? are you okay?” he asks with genuine concern this time; he knows brooke can handle just about anything, but tonight they had been the roughest they ever have with each other, so he just hopes to god he hadn’t crossed some line.

[selenagomezselen]

October 13: Justin spotted at River Thames in England.

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[plsmarleigh-blog]

his lips were warms against her knuckles and she returned his smile with her own, before dropping his hand. “okay. good.” rising to her toes, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, tapping his sharp jawline with her fingers. “thanks for being so great.”

[dcllasmc-blog]

his eyes flutter closed briefly when he feels her soft lips press warmly against his cheek. “thanks for letting me,” he mutters softly, and he can’t help but engulf her in his arms suddenly, pulling her close and tight as he gives her a kiss on the cheek in return. when he pulls away, he has half a mind to just say fuck it and kiss her lips right then and there, but he resists, reluctantly backing away and out of her embrace. “i’m always here. remember that,” he reminds her as he backs up to the door slowly, “even if you need to text me in the next three seconds,” he pulls his phone from his pocket, smiling as he waves it once and opens the door, “i’ll be waiting.”

[justin-bieber-world-official]

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