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Resident lover girl 19

[cupidk1ss]

“You’ve got color in your cheeks”

The music lowers as you push your way through the bodies mingling in the living room. Careful not to spill the clear liquid in the plastic cup.

The cool night air hits your exposed skin as you find an empty balcony to settle on.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket the screen lights up and a small frown pulls at your lips at the lack of messages.

“Do I wanna know?”

Sighing you lift your head and look at the stars above taking a sip of your drink. Tonight was supposed to get him off your mind but clearly that’s failing.

It’s so stupid,feeling this worked up over a guy.

“If this feeling goes both ways”

A soft ding sounds out from your phone and you pull it up to your face checking the notification. Only to find it’s a random notification from some game.

Disappointment settles in your throat

Against your better judgment you open your phone and click the green message icon.

Scrolling thought text conversations you stop when you see his name and open the text thread.

The small gray word “Read” staring back at you, taunting you like some sick joke.

“Sad to see you go”

Your finger scrolls further up the text thread. Eyes scanning the previous conversations, picking apart every word, punctuation and emoji. Trying to understand where you went wrong.

What could you have said different to make him respond, to make him stay.

“Sorta hoping that you’d stay”

It’s been months since he last texted you. You never thought you’d be this attached.

You know you’re not the ideal girl. Timid. Awkward and inexperienced, but he didn’t seem to mind. He carried the conversations while you tired to reciprocate.

He said he didn’t care.

He told you how sweet you were.

How down to earth you were.

It’s so stupid.

“Crawling back to you”

Suddenly the phone dings and your pulled back to the present. You blink staring down at the device.

Another notification.

This time it’s a message from a dating app. Scoffing you swipe it away. You’re not in the mood to deny some guy inviting you to his hotel room.

“I’m too busy being yours”

You should’ve deleted the app a long time ago, but you know what they say. To get over someone, get under someone else.

It’s clearly not working, you’ve never been one for random hook ups and he wasn’t some random hook up anyway.

You actually felt a connection with him.

It’s hard on dating apps. Swiping left and right. Trying to find someone who gives the same feeling he did.

Who makes you giggle like a school girl, who gets you without having to give a step by step explanation

“To fall for somebody new”

You stare down at the text thread. Finger hovering over the text box.

You want to reach out. Rebuild the bridge he keeps burning, but you know you shouldn’t.

It’s a cycle that won’t stop unless you make it, but you can’t bring yourself to stop it.

Against your better judgment your finger lowers and hits the box. The keyboard popping up. You type out a simple “hey :)” and press send

You look at the remaining liquid in your plastic cup. Bringing up to your lips and finishing it.

Push comes from to shove you blame the alcohol.

No one needs to know you’ve never touched a drop of alcohol in your life.

“Crawling back to you”

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[girlymoviegal]

[cupidk1ss]

Just got blocked mid conversation as I was typing …ouch :/

[hanaaaapp]

CHAT,ngl but I NEED a reader that has the same skills as bayonetta x forsaken

IT WOULD BE COOL(Not forcing:3)

[cupidk1ss]

Thinking of writing a letter to the guy that ghosted me and posting it here Instead of sending it to him

[bitchycunt]

People be like "I really enjoy talking to you" then ghosts you the next day

[kealan-x]

Getting ghosted is pretty emotionally and mentally damaging/exhausting.

Just communicate with people. Never randomly leave them in the dark wondering what even happened.

[cupidk1ss]

I need a witch to curse someone. I’m willing to pay

[cupidk1ss]

Arguing with my parents is like trying to convince a brick wall to cha cha slide 😒

[rawme-price]

Had this idea rolling around my head for weeks, but couldn't word it right.... anyways, God of death!reader anyone???

Reader, who finds soap in the narrows of Las Almas. Youre standing over the body of a mother and child, shot dead. Soap assumes you to be another shadow and tries to stab you, only for his blade to pass clean through. When you look at him, your face his covered in shadow even under the beam of his flashlight. He knows, from the very atmosphere around you, that you are not human. That youre something more, something powerful.

"Johnny mactavish." He jerks when you speak his name, the voice coming from inside his head "we must move quickly. Graves will spare no soul"

So you lead him through the streets. Your presence looms over the city, fills the buildings and blankets thicker than rain. In the church, ghost is meeting you too, though not for the first time.

In the stolen truck soap finally asks what you are. "You know what I am. Death." Its simple, no embellishments. No thunder or sense of dread when your name is spoken.

"Why are you here? What do you want from us?"

Mortals. Always curious, it makes you smile in a way that has static purring in the back of their minds. "I dont appreciate men who push my domain. I take my time, I will arrive when I am meant to. What's happening here..." your voice draws back a bit, floats and shifts as if debating your words "...is not my design. The man you call graves presumes my will. Fills my basket with unripe fruit."

Dark crouds around the truck, night pushing close. "I dont appreciate it. You, you will stop him. I will make sure of it."

[dollfacies]

Omggg could you write a lil smth ab them getting together? I lowk live for the angst where he didnt want her back at first

sugar!daddy!rafe x sugar!baby!reader

WARNINGS— angst with fluff at the end, age gap, brief neglect, rejection, kissing, implied sex ending

this post for context ♡

you cried. hard.

and cried again the next day. then the next. you cried for several days straight until those days turned into nearly a month.

you gathered up the courage to finally confess to rafe on a thursday. you dolled up that day— sleek blowout, tiny pink sundress and heels, you even sprayed that floral perfume you wore on your first date, the one he bought ten other bottles for you because he liked it that much.

you told him you loved him in the passenger seat of his black aston martin with a pounding heart and sweaty palms. then, felt as if your vision had gone dark and your mind blanked as he removed his hand from your thigh, staring blankly out the window.

you didn’t care about anything after that god awful confession. didn’t care that you embarrassed yourself, didn’t care that your mascara streaked down your face when you started bawling in his car.

it hurt. everything hurt. he hurt you. couldn’t even be a man and say something in response. he sat there in silence—drove in silence while you cried next to him.

you didn’t hear from him after that. didn’t receive any texts or phone calls from him. days passed, then weeks.

you were numb. heartbroken. the one man that you deeply loved wasn’t even able to give you an answer to your confession.

men.

and even now as you were doing your skincare in your bathroom— rafe was still on your mind, haunting you.

the silence was broken by a loud banging at the front door downstairs. you nearly drop your glazing milk toner at the sudden noise.

you cringe slightly as you have no time to change out of your silk robe, forcing yourself to go answer the door in a not-so-appropriate looking choice of clothing.

you’re halfway to the entryway, muttering a curse under your breath as the pounding didn’t seem to stop.

“oh my god, who—” you pause mid-sentence as you swing open the door, only to be met with rafe standing before you.

your eyes widen. “what—”

but before you can finish, he invites himself in, throwing his arms around you as he pulls you in, lips pressed against yours like a man starved— and maybe he is.

you quickly shove at his chest, pulling away from his mouth with a loud smack. he tightens his grip around you.

“rafe—what are you doing?” you ask, staring at him like he was insane.

he rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy and loud. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry— i’m so sorry.” he mumbles quick, planting endless kisses all over your face.

your cheeks flush. you don’t know whether to push him off and curse his entire bloodline, or let him touch and kiss you because maybe— maybe, you feel yourself melting into it.

“m’ so sorry,” he repeats again. “i love you.”

you stare at him in shock. your heart skips a beat at his confession. but of all, you nearly gasp as he drops to his knees, hugging your abdomen area tightly.

“please forgive me, i love you.” his words are half-muffled with his face pressed into your clothed stomach.

“rafe—” you say his name carefully, your expression softening.

he cuts you off again— but with slightly better intentions.

he stands up, both his hands coming down below your ass to scoop you up into his arms. you jump instinctively, legs wrapping around his waist.

“i love you— let me show you how sorry i am.” he speaks desperately, carrying you to your couch, the first comfortable looking surface he could find. one of his hands already begins to travel up and undo the tied strings at the front of your robe.

and this time, you don’t protest or even try to get him to stop— because this? this was all you’ve ever wanted.

and now you had it.

[cupidk1ss]

Wanna start writing more but have nothing to write about 😭

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