#rightbacks

[lvciddreamt]

@rightbacks​

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a snort. “yeah, you say you hate me, but your dick definitely doesn’t.” 

[lvciddreamt]

@rightbacks​

“little boyfriend?” grace’s eyebrows knitted. “he’s 6’4, roman, he’s not exactly little.” she shook her head, sitting down beside him. “what is this really about?” 

[tearsfill]

     ‘   if   you   forgave   me   ,   then   why   the   fuck   do   you   keep   bringing   the   shit   up   ?   ’

[tearsfill]

   ‘   out   of   all   the   shit   you’ve   pulled   ----   this   really   takes   the   cake   .   ’

[fallenstcr]

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“i don’t understand,” she laments with furrowed brows, heart aching in her chest, “it feels like you’re avoiding me. i never see you anymore.” sucks in a breath, eyes falling to the floor. “did i do something wrong?” 

[fallenstcr]

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"no,” he retorts with a scoff, head shaking adamantly, “i didn’t fuckin’ hit him for any other reason than the fact that he was getting on my nerves.” — “don’t read into it.” 

[malboraslihan]

@rightbacks​ liked for a wishlist starter | based on this

she's been gathering the courage to speak to them the entire night, drowning in different drinks through the night, participating in whatever conversation that would take their mind from what they've been wanting to say. it's just when the night is almost over, mostly everyone had already left and there's only their friend group scattered around the place that she approaches them, weak smile hanging on their lips. "i need to tell you, i don't think i'll make it to your party tomorrow" works drag out of their mouth, clearly way more drunk than she intended to be for this. "i can't get drunk around you, not when our friends aren't there to stop me from doing something stupid" and there it goes, the one thing they shouldn't be saying.

[homegrcund]

"how many times do i have to tell you to lose my number before you get the hint?" @rightbacks​