#angeledoe

[storiesfromtheobx]

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?" / rafe!

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"you sure you want to play this game? you do remember how competitive i can be, right?"

[ncvabcrn]

"oh, weh weh weh i'm bored & lonely being dead so i destroyed the whole town just to have my kind-of-girlfriend with me. do you have any idea how pathetic that sounds, rachel? it's eternity in there, pick up a book or something."

[pastner0tic]

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ / for frank.

" .. i called you three times yesterday . " he thought they had something special .. why was she ignoring him ? of course he had the dope .... but he knew he wasn't just some plug .

he reached for her hand , delicately grasping a finger or two .. nothing aggressive . very light and soft compared to his brash appearance . " c'mon baby . if i did something wrong , just tell me . "

[cfthesoul-a]

"rafe, would you love me if i were a worm?" she doesn't think she has subjected him to her ridiculousness enough, so.

unprompted ask

his head is in her lap as he lazily scrolls though his phone. it's a rare but relaxing day for them. rafe isn't wrapped up in business and contracts and rachel is free. the question catches him off guard. "why would you be a worm? how did you turn into a worm? were you born a worm?" he asks before actually answering her question. "sure but i'd have to fill my pockets with dirty to carry you around with me."

[pastner0tic]

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜ / for landon. cx

he stared for a moment . he was subtle but even if he was caught , he wouldn't care . he knew she'd be flattered . they were every time .. every . single . time . he'd perfected the stance . " i'd be stupid not to . " he offered . because how stupid could he be to not ask her out ? any man would be dumb , right ?

[ncvabcrn]

[krys4lis]

don't do that. don't pretend like you don't care. / for riley!

❝ you're quite the observer, huh? ❞ riley said, trying to raise her voice over the boombox, but keeping her laid-back girl facade for self-protection good measure.

from what she'd seen, rachel amber was blackwell academy's greatest myth: the girls wanted to be her, the boys wanted to be with her, and yet, nobody really knew her.

as someone with an inner world concealed behind a palatable facade, riley should've recognized the riddle in it girl clothing before it came up with a tag and a red solo cup. but hey, nobody has 20/20 vision in vortex black lights. ❝ you're right, rachel. i do care, more than i let on. it's just easier to get through these things without my deep annoyance being plastered all over my face: after all, no matter how drunk they seem to be, cheerleaders have a radar for buzzkill, and i have practice with dana on monday. i'd much rather fake my way through a hangover than take their wrath. ❞ she confesses, pushing herself off the wall and tilting her head towards the exit, ❝ do you wanna go get some air? ❞

[theceruleanskye-archive]

"when was the last time you slept?" / for evie. from mal, @leiasversion.

Sleep has never come easily for Evie due to her time on the Isle. While the princess had quickly latched onto the luxuries of Auradon, there was a lot to get used to from the plush beds, warm blankets, and other comforts that weren't standard. When Evie had first slept in the bed, it was like falling asleep on a cloud, and now, it was just a stark reminder that this was the life that she should have had all along.

Evie yawned, sitting at her desk. Mal was on her left, looking over her shoulder at the current sketch that was on her tablet, a strange tool that Evie had yet to figure out in full but appreciated nevertheless. Her left hand fingers were still clutching the pencil tightly. The shimmery red polish danced in the light of the dorm.

❝ I'm fine. ❞ That wasn't the answer to the question at hand. It was a reflex, a well-rehearsed response to keep everyone from looking behind the facade that was crafted out of rhinestones and beauty. ❝ Someone needs to make your dress, and I won't let it be Cinderella's mice. ❞

When was the last time you slept? Evie asks herself. The answer was easy, the previous night, but does it really count when it was all broken and not always restful?