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*:・ﾟ✧  gibson & little flower.

gibson: it's my day off tomorrow.

gibson: are you gonna make me take you out or do we get to stay home?

gibson: also, the boys say hi.

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it feels later than it is. zosia spent so long pacing the floor of the bedroom, the sun was beginning to lower when she left. they were afraid to see him again, afraid to face him. it seemed ridiculous, he was their other half, their partner in crime. she slipped on a hoodie as she left. the walk was took longer than usual, and zo most definitely did that on purpose. it got chillier and darker. she walked up his front door and her stomach instantly turned to knots. they thought they might cry, it felt stupid. ( maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones? ) they sniffled and wiped their eyes. they weren’t sure if they should knock. they hadn’t knocked in so long, this was home. they decided not to, letting themselves in. 

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     the hotel room is quiet as he comes up behind her, having noticed that she just got dressed. he’s always annoying her the moment she’d ready, arms looping around her waist tightly and pulling her back into him, his lips quickly finding her neck. he can’t believe they’re somewhere that they can have a bit of freedom, for once. he’s been looking forward to this budapest trip for weeks and weeks. “it’s your birthday.” he murmurs into her skin, like he didn’t already present her with gifts upon waking up — jewellery, breakfast in bed... not to mention waking her up with his head between her legs. still, he wanted to give her more. they had dinner plans and he had better gifts to present her but for that moment he just wants to hold onto her, to touch her and place more kisses against her skin, his fingers trailing up her stomach. he turns her around swiftly, holding her face in two hands as his thumb brushes over plump lips, admiring all of her features as per usual. “it’s your birthday and all i want to do is fuck you over and over. i know we have plans... i know you got dressed but what if we do that instead?” he would easily give her whatever she asked, but he was already a little hard just looking at her. he wanted to show he loved her in the best way possible and this, to him, was the best way. “wherever you want... as many times as you want... however you want.”   / @amityrevival

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relationships simply weren't kennedy's thing. sex, hookups, those were more up her alley. and when it came to her friend she hadn't been able to resist the alcohol induced touching. kissing. one thing lead to another and she had to admit, the sex was amazing. although the drunken 'confession' given to her after was enough to have her stop and take a step back. not only did they had a girlfriend, but she wasn't the girl for them to fall in love with. yet, weeks later kennedy couldn't stop thinking about it. thinking about how good it had all felt. thinking about those words, the confession and how hard she'd tried to convince them that they were just confused. swallowing the dry lump forming in her throat, the red head pushed back the thoughts just as they were slumping down beside her, offering a soft smile as she took the drink from their hand. "hello stranger," kennedy teased, bringing the drink to her lips and taking quite the gulp. she needed the alcohol. she needed to forget the confusion flooding her. and needed to get over the strange jealousy she felt whenever her gaze shifted across the room to the other's girlfriend. she hated this. completely hated it.

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SHIP AESTHETICS — india x juniper ( @amityrevival )

+ a bonus short playlist 1. hold my hand by jess glynne 2. this side of paradise by hayley kiyoko 3. caught by florence + the machine 4. heart’s a mess by gotye

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they haven’t been talking for more than a week now, and honestly it hurt evan more than she could ever admit. she cared so much about the younger girl, but she knew that their relationship maybe wasn’t the best idea. but there she was ignoring that thought because her heart was saying differently. especially when her childhood friend began talking about the younger girl. she just wanted to be there for her, take care of her. she heard the knock on the door and a yell followed as she opened the door she saw the drunkenly francisca in zachary’s arms. a soft sad sigh escaped her lips when she noticed how drunk the woman was. her hand quickly wrapped around her waist and she steadied her against her side. a small smile curved on her lips as her eyes watched the woman, just remembering everything inch of the beautiful girl. even with her puffy eyes, she still was gorgeous to her. “thanks for bringing her, z.” she mumbled before leading the girl into her apartment. “i’ll take care of her, i promise.” @amityrevival