#faeful

[griefseason]

❛   yes , @faeful , those jeans push your butt up. yes , jennifer , they make your ass look so toned. yes , jenn , they show off your v lines super cutely. ❜ so maybe she's phoning in responses after the fifteenth pair of jeans. it's the same three questions over &* over ----- needy had been earnest the first four pairs !! ❛   seriously , jenn , you look hot in everything. well , except those weird bell bottoms. they gave you diaper butt. ❜

[elenva]

hear me out ... tylena ? 👀

im so listening!! 👂

[gospul]

♱ ❘ ❘ ❘ ▌ CONTINUED. ( ... ) ft. @faeful, 𐔌 rapunzel 𐦯

this is nothing new to cecily; vampires have lost control since the inception of their race, yet she refuses to let this belittle what empathy floods her upon seeing rapunzel in such a state. no hesitation given, her home had been opened to the young vampire without condition. cecily is unsure of herself, now ( ... ) wanting to comfort, albeit wary of spooking the agitated creature. the situation is fragile, she must approach it with tact. ❛ ❛ rapunzel, ❜ ❜ name stated in a low, grounding tone as cecily takes a few long strides towards her – seeking to bring blonde's focus away from her crippling spiral of guilt. ❛ ❛ listen to me, darling. we've all lost control before. it happens. it's terrible &. bleak — but it happens. ❜ ❜ perhaps such advice comes from a place of detachment from her own guilt; cecily's many years are strife with regrets, &. to remain sane, she compartmentalizes to a certain degree. ❛ ❛ you're alright. please take a breath for me, love ( ... ) i need you to tell me where you left her. ❜ ❜

[demonstigma]

gay??

[gldngrrls]

@faeful sent "( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol" from steve to chrissy!!!

TEXT-Baby Love: I'm sorry the party was a bust, baby. And that I couldn't make it. TEXT-Baby Love: do you want me to pick you up? I can come grab you and you can crash here? TEXT-Baby Love: I'd feel better knowing you weren't alone. <3

[w4ntd]

@faeful gets a starter for rapunzel from flynn

❝ woah woah, slow down there, sunshine. what do you mean you were turned into a vampire? you've had some weird dreams but this one probably takes the cake. ❞ 

[story1ines]

haley watched lucas from across the room, noting the way he sat a little further from her than usual, the way his eyes didn’t meet hers quite as readily. it wasn’t like him to pull away, at least not this deliberately. there had been a change in him over the past few days, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she could feel it in the spaces between their conversations, in the moments when he didn’t say anything, but she could see that he was thinking. she wasn’t blind — she could sense the way he was trying to pretend it wasn’t bothering him, trying to bury whatever it was that had started to fester between them. she didn’t say anything at first, though. sometimes, the best way to approach it was to wait. to see if he’d come to her in his own time, if he’d be ready to say what was really on his mind. but she knew better than to believe he’d ever say it directly. @faeful didn’t operate that way. he never had.

she set her book down with a soft exhale, deciding the silence was stretching just a bit too far. ❝ you’ve been quiet, ❞ she said, her voice even but not cold. it was a simple observation, but the way it came out made it feel like more than that. it felt like an invitation, a chance for him to admit whatever it was that had been eating at him. he didn’t respond immediately, of course. he never did when it came to the important stuff. but haley didn’t let it drop. she never did when it came to lucas, not when she knew he was holding something back. ❝ you’ve been distant, ❞ she added, her eyes meeting his, steady and calm, unwilling to let him hide behind his silence any longer. ❝ i don’t know what’s going on, but i can tell something’s bothering you. and it’s not like you to hide it, lucas. ❞ she paused, letting the words settle between them. it wasn’t about pushing him to say something he wasn’t ready to. it was about making sure he knew she wasn’t blind to the shift. he didn’t have to speak, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t acknowledge the change. ❝ i’m not asking you to talk about it if you’re not ready, ❞ she said, softer now, more careful. ❝ but you don’t have to shut me out either. we've always been able to talk about stuff, you know. ❞

[story1ines]

brooke hadn’t meant for this to be the thing she said — out of everything she could have chosen, everything she had rehearsed in quieter moments when it didn’t matter as much — but standing there in front of @faeful now, with the weight of his disappointment pressing into her, she could feel all of it slipping out anyway. because the way he looked at her — it wasn’t just anger. it was final. like he had already decided who she was and there wasn’t anything left worth hearing. and that hurt more than anything else, more than the silence, more than the distance, more than the fact that he couldn’t forgive her. her throat tightened, but she pushed through it, because if she didn’t say it now, she knew she never would. ❝ i know what i did, ❞ she said, her voice uneven, thinner than she wanted it to be, ❝ and i know you can't forgive me for it. i know that. ❞ she swallowed, her hands curling slightly at her sides, grounding herself. ❝ but that’s not all there was. that’s not all of me. ❞

brooke felt the confession building in her before she even shaped it into words, like something inside her had already decided there was no turning back. standing there in front of lucas, she could feel how exposed she really was — not in a loud, dramatic way, but in the quiet realization that he had always had the ability to undo her without even trying. vulnerability wasn’t abstract anymore; it was the way her thoughts tangled when he looked at her, the way her guard never quite stayed in place no matter how carefully she built it. she had spent so long trying to appear unaffected that she almost convinced herself she was, but being here proved otherwise. everything about him still reached her too easily. ❝ there are 82 letters that i wrote while we were apart. ❞ she admitted finally, her voice lower now, steadier only because she had no energy left to pretend. the truth came with a kind of weight that made her feel both lighter and more fragile at the same time. ❝ and they are all addressed to you, luke. ❞ her breath caught slightly, and she didn’t look away from him, even though part of her wanted to. ❝ i never sent them because i was scared. scared of the way you would make me feel. scared of letting myself be that vulnerable, of going through what i went through before… of getting my heart broken again. ❞ her throat tightened, but she forced herself to finish, quieter now, almost like she was confessing something she had been carrying alone for far too long. ❝ but this is how i spent my summer, lucas. missing you. and i know that it doesn't matter now after what i did but i needed you to know the truth. ❞