i don't blame them, of course, but you're mine. / rafe.
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"you're hot when you're possessive." rafe mumbled as he leaned into her space, smirk on his lips. "all yours, baby and only yours."
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i don't blame them, of course, but you're mine. / rafe.
PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY
"you're hot when you're possessive." rafe mumbled as he leaned into her space, smirk on his lips. "all yours, baby and only yours."
@riprachel (x)
What could he even say? There was nothing he could do that would mend it. He had betrayed her. Jefferson told him it was harmless. Jefferson told him he needed to do it -- to make him proud. Nathan wanted so badly to have someone tell him they were proud of him. Someone to fill that void that was left by his worthless mother and asshole father. And Jefferson spent a long time caring about him. And then Nathan kept making mistakes. He hated when he said the things his father said. It was all his fault that Jefferson didn't love him anymore. He still remembered the fear when the needle pierced his skin. The cold as something was injected into him. When he collapsed and he didn't know what would happen to him....
That must have been so much worse for Rachel... He felt sick thinking about it. All Nathan had ever wanted was some tiny bit of control. And yet... in a split second, Jefferson took it from him. He still only remembered pieces after that. Flashes. So he could understand a fraction of what she felt.
Betrayed. Afraid. Numb. And it was all his fault. He hated himself. Fuck. Maybe he always had, suppressed by his desire to appear strong. But seeing her tears made him want to rip his own heart out and die right there.
He did this. He did this. His fault. It was all his fault. No drugs or booze would ever fix what was rotten inside of him. He... he was a fucking monster. He was worse than Jefferson.
"I thought he loved me." He had made it seem like it. That he valued Nathan for who he was... Not for his family. Not for anything but his own passion. "I... WANTED him to love me." His voice cracked, and saying it out loud made him realize how fucking stupid he was. Tears stung his eyes and he shuts them tight to fight them. It does little, they cling to his eyelashes despite his efforts.
"He... he did it to me too." Trembling fingers trace his neck. After Nathan didn't live up to his standards that night with Rachel, he gave him a shot too. "I..." What good would I'm sorry do?
"I'm fucked up... I fucked up. Rachel.... I... I loved you, so why? I don't even know why.... I wanted him to care about me... I just fuck everything up." The walls broke and Nathan was practically sobbing.
"Tell--- tell me you hate me. Hit me. Kill me. I don't care. Just don't cry...! Please Rachel... Don't let him... Don't let me... break you."
@riprachel said: ❝ no, i don’t wanna have to talk to anyone else right now. i just want you. ❞ / nathan. this is 100 yrs old i am so sorry.
That was something he really couldn't understand. Was Rachel fucking with him? Sure, sometimes it could be fucking annoying for people to try to bother him about drugs when he was with someone. And that doesn't even include Rachel. She was so popular that it was almost impossible for her to be in a crowd without drawing some attention. Probably because she was way too pretty.
"Do you think saying shit like that is gonna get you free drugs?" He says it like a joke, but it is formed out of genuine fear. He can't even imagine why Rachel would want to spend time with JUST him. She could literally talk to anyone and they would be happy. He can't help but wonder how long it would be before he fucked this up and she decided to hate him like everyone else.
❝ i ... have a spare bed. ❞
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@riprachel !
suddenly pulling the other into a hug- ally isn't usually the one to initiate physical contact, but today felt different. did something happen with them, or were they just feeling bold? hard to say, but they're hoping rachel doesn't mind regardless.
@riprachel asked : ❛ who knows what else tomorrow will bring? ❜
"Hopefully something exciting?" Violet chuckled as she reached for her lighter and lit the cigarette that was hanging from her lips. "My parents are fighting again." She said taking a drag before offering it to Rachel.
"Maybe tomorrow they won't be." She shrugged.
// getting hit with amberscott while I'm at work how cruel
@riprachel ♥
"What? I just want to get high and forget about it." He had the misfortune of having a talk with his father today. It covered all of the usual subjects from his lack of masculine interests to his various shortcomings. All he could do was stay quiet and take it. Which led to him getting totally wasted and getting into a fight in town. He hated this place. He hated his dad. He hated his shitty life. He thought at least Rachel would just be chill about it (and distract him). Not like she gave a shit about him, right?