#dxcoded

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°  imsg to ⌜ bestfriends lil sis 👄 ⌟

malik: your brother said you needed a ride home from the airport?

malik: i'm free the day you come home if you want me to come??

[notjustoneofyourmanytoys]

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“What do you want me to say? You knew that I fought, I’m not stopping if that’s what you’re expecting..”

[drugstoreglitter]

Wed Me -- for irina and freddie omg

the beginnings were always the same ; heat of a party, liquid luck guzzled in wine glasses, a line of instant courage from the marble frame of a sink, and her eyes like an ocean which both drowned him and brought him to life. it always ended the same way ; hot pants, teeth marks, toes curling, fevered moans, her head on his chest and a cigarette at his lips. freddie could still remember the first time, break up tears still fresh in both their minds, a growled promise of “this can never happen again”. 

for four years they’d played the same game. once, she’d even been engaged, until young romeo’s heart grew greedy and dropped the rose to pluck instead a dandelion. the threat of other lovers only seemed to make it stronger, the two of them clinging on like a swan song, never knowing which goodbye would be their last. “i could make you so happy. if you let me. if you weren’t such a coward.” she’d whispered it to him once at a winter’s ball, the two of them masked crusaders, her in a ballgown, him in a tux, lost in the climbing ivy of a maze. the words were on the tip of his tongue, but never left his mouth. even with the added dust of confidence, he couldn’t let down his guard. that was two years ago. he was twenty-seven now, ( irina twenty-five, ) and still they grew lost in their childish games.

hands tangled through her hair, sleep in her eyes as she stirred from sleep, fingers tracing patterns on her chest, and it was with a kiss – the first soft one they’d shared in months – that he finally woke her. “’rina–” freddie began, bodies a tangle of limbs beneath the sheets, his cigarette tapped out against an antique lamp on the cabinet. “fuck me, it’s never going to end, is it? this… us…” despite the amount of times he’d vowed to her that they were not an “us”. hands were tracing the line of her lips, thumb caressing her jaw. “eight years i’ve known you. four since it all crashed and burned. but bollocks, no matter how hard i try, i can’t seem to sweat you out.” 

it was staring him right in the face. he was just too cowardly and self-indulgent to realise, happier to live in blissful ignorance than confront the light of day. “it’s you. it’s always been you. it’s always going to be you. it’s like… we’re two moons, rejecting the pull of our orbits. daft to think we can try and defy the sun.” he was struggling, stumbling, the words feeling more like filler on his lips despite their obvious truth. “i’m stalling – but, you know me. always did love the sound of my own voice.” breath a nervous chuckle, as his nose traced the slope of her own.

“darling irina, you are the sun, the stars, the light of my life. hell, we’ve had our downfalls, but who hasn’t. and it is of my humble opinion that if you can handle me at my worst – which countless times you’ve proved you can – then you more than deserve me at my best. and, i hope, for a very long time.” his hands strayed to her collarbones, lingering on the locket he had gifted her for her eighteenth, an inscription on the inside, you have my heart, now and always – f.k.j. seven years, and yet her heart still made his flutter. “make me happy. make me more than happy. make me whole, irina, and marry me.”

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&&. // IMSG : R O R Y ! 💙

MADDIE: look like i know things ended the way they did

MADDIE: but i really fucking miss you

MADDIE: so bad

[fcdedlegends-blog]

imessage. ─ 🦁

max: i don't know if you're still mad or whatever

max: but i have to vlog today so if you're not going to be fun we probably just shouldn't hang out

max: up to you though

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✨ @dxcoded ✨ based. ✨

“ what the hell is your problem ?? ” is the first thing out of her lips when she picked up the phone. though it was rare for her to sleep, when she did, she cherished every moment of it. so when she woke up to see her ex calling her at two in the morning, violet was less than pleased. “ do you know what time it is ?? this better be important. ” her voice is raspy as she rubs her eyes in the darkness of her room, waiting for an explanation.

[fcdedlegends-blog]

imessage. ─ 🖖

andy: :(

andy: i just bought an ice cream cone because i've been craving ice cream for days honestly

andy: and i freaking dropped it!!

[downpcured-blog]

✨ @dxcoded ✨ based. ✨

her shift at the bar was fortunately coming to a close, as naomi was just itching to go home. her co-worker’s working on some drinks as she’s cleaning some glasses when she notices someone sitting at the bar staring at her. her gaze shifted upwards towards them, a friendly ( and forced ) smile appeared on her face and stopped what she was doing. “ --hey there, can i get you something ?? ” naomi asked as she placed her hands on the table. as she looked them over, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d seen them somewhere before, but soon chalked it up to them just being a frequent customer.