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hearts4hughes · 20 days ago

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Hello!! Could you write about rafe and reader break up and rafe sees old videos/photos of them and he does everything he can to get her back like they didn't end things on good terms yk I hope this makes sense! And It would be great if it the ending was a cute happy ending but it's up to you however you wanna end it!! Love your work btw ❤❤

note: i’m sorry the ending sucks😭 please send me another request if you want me to make one with more detail of him fighting for her back

the memories haunted him just as much as the breakup itself. everywhere he looked in his house was graced with your presence. from the wilting bouquets that decorated every table, to your heels in his mud room that he hasn’t had the heart to return.

even his phone is a graveyard of your love. his lockscreen, a picture of you with a flower tucked behind your ear, taunted him every time he dared to answer a text or send an email.

in the morning it was easy to ignore. he would busy himself with work, stay at the office until the cleaning crew kicked him out. he would go out to lunch with topper and drink his emotions out of his body. but at night, it wasn’t dismissible.

he lies in his bed, staring at the ceiling, counting how many times the frogs croak in one hour. this feeling was foreign to him. rafe cameron never has his heartbroken, no, he was the heartbreaker! but the unmistakable feeling of a weight on his heart wouldn’t go away.

after the tenth time of repositioning himself, flipping his pillow over, and focusing on his breathing, he gave up. he props himself on his elbows, blinking away whatever sleep was stuck in his eyes. the phone on his night stand torments him. like a siren in open waters, singing so beautifully. and rafe was the captivated sailor who was changing course to go towards it.

he grabs the phone, the screen lighting up the room in a harsh glow. your face greets him immediately, eyes squinted, blush lips parted in a laugh, the flower nestled behind your ear. seeing the picture at night always hurts more.

he clicks to his camera roll, swiping through your love story. blurry concert selfies, lazy sunday mornings wrapped in his sheets, your smile stretched wide as he took pictures of you from the driver’s seat while you whined for him to stop. it’s all there, frozen in pixels, a slideshow of everything he’d managed to destroy.

he hesitates over a video from last summer. the two of you on his boat, your tan skin glowing in the golden hour light, laughter carried away by the wind as you lean into him, pressing a kiss to his jaw before whispering something that makes his grin spread wide, proud and boyish. he plays it, the sound of your laugh filling his room, vibrating throughout his chest.

“god,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut as if that could somehow make it hurt less. his jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck tight and taut. he can’t keep living like this, haunted by your ghost in every corner of his life.

he sets his phone down, breath coming in shallow pulls. he lays his head down, hand reaching out for you in his sheets. it’s almost as if his brain makes out your silhouette next to him. a thousand thoughts race through his mind, each one more desperate than the last. he needs to fix this. he needs you.

the next morning, he’s parked outside your apartment before he even realizes he’s driven there. the sight of your building makes his stomach flip, his fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles bleach white.

he almost turns back. almost convinces himself to pull away and let you have your peace. but then he remembers the way you looked at him in that boat video, like he hung the stars themselves, and it’s all the courage he needs.

he doesn’t bother to text, instead, he takes the stairs two at a time. when he reaches your door, he forces himself to pause, dragging a shaky breath into his lungs.

and then he knocks.

you answer, bleary-eyed and wrapped in one of his old sweatshirts, the one you never gave back. his heart stutters, and for a moment, he forgets why he came.

“rafe?” your voice is soft, uncertain. your eyes are swollen and bloodshot, tears stain your perfectly rosy cheeks. your hair is tousled, like it’s been in that messy ponytail for a few days. but to rafe, you look like an angel.

he swallows, words fumbling in his mind, but he forces them out. “i messed up,” he says, voice rough, laced with something dangerously close to a whine. “and i know i don’t deserve a second chance, but i’m here begging for one anyway. because i can’t…i can’t keep doing this without you.”

your eyes search his, the walls you’d so carefully built around your heart cracking, falling under the weight of his gaze.

“rafe, i—”

“just… let me in?” his voice wavers, the vulnerability raw, unfamiliar on his tongue. “let me try to fix this.”

“i don’t know,” your voice trails off.

“please, i can’t sleep without you, i can’t eat without you, i can’t live without you.” he would’ve gotten on his knees and begged if you had asked him.

you want to say no, want to close the door right there, and give yourself the satisfaction of breaking him the same way he broke you. yet, you open your door an inch wider, inviting him in.

and for the first time in weeks, he feels something close to hope.

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polaris-fantasies · 7 months ago

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Oh, I hope I'm not overwhelming you with these ask games, but I thought you might like getting asks for both the nsfw and the emoji one? Anyways, feel free to ignore if this is too much! (@silkrosettes, again)

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?☕ Coffee or tea?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

Best compliment I've ever received: "We talked about you in therapy and the therapist said we should model our behavior after you" from my parents (as well as my aunt and uncle??) Do I talk to myself: Yes! I use it as directed speech for tasks when I'm alone, and to organize thoughts and feelings. It's really helpful, highly recommend it Describe my favorite outfit: Currently black leather flight jacket, dark jeans, nice t-shirt, black belt, and black leather chukka boots Favorite Extinct Animal: Dodo birds are pretty fucking funny Coffee or Tea: Iced Sweet Tea hun, I grew up in South Texas, it is too hot for hot drinks A color I can't stand: Sage Green reminds me of shitty people, so prolly that if anything Jeans or Sweatpants? Usually sweatpants What's a weird fact that I know? Not only do dolphins masturbate, they create their own fleshlites. Don't ask how Headphones or earbuds? Both!! I use earbuds at work, and over ear headphones at my home computer station Do you have any piercings? No! But I would like to get one at some point, prolly some tattoos first though. What do I think says most about a person? The whole of the person is greater than the sum of its parts! But the two things I pay attention to are how they treat customer service, and how they feel and address guilt Last Song I listened to: If you can't hang by Sleeping with Sirens! Cheese or Chocolate? Cheese, cause pizza is delicious What's set as my lockscreen? My dog, Rogue! I love getting asks!!! Don't feel sorry sugar :)

#polaris-rambles #answered asks

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bitchboy-xoxo · 10 months ago

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my old charging lockscreen/slideshow thing when i was like 13 was every member of sleeping with sirens individually, 3 pics of the band. and then like 8 kellin alone pics 😭😭

when you become so obsessed with that one artist that u start twitching when u think about them

#on that fangirl shit HARD

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wonderlessluna · 5 years ago

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