I don’t think I’ll ever get over you. Deep down you always will be the person I wish I ended up with.
— r.r.
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hello, absolutely love your writing! could i request a snippet where the villain betrays the hero and they were lovers? it’s like the hero is visibly heartbroken and deflated seeming and the villain is TRYING to act all snarky and smug but they truly did love the hero? lots and lots of angst >:) thank you very much! have a lovely day :)
"I suppose betrayal is always a bit of a surprise, by definition," the villain purred. "But really. You should have seen this coming. Clever thing like you."
The hero glanced up.
The villain took a half step back at the expression on the hero's face. They could have coped with fury, bloody vengeance or disgust. The hero looked...
They weren't crying, but their eyes were wet with unshed tears, and just lost. The rigid anger of their shoulders wasn't anger back up at the world at all, so much as a desperate effort to keep themselves from crumbling entirely. The hero had always seemed so strong, not unshakeable, but shakeable in the way of an earthquake-proof building.
The villain gulped. Whatever they were about to say died in their throat, so they covered it with a cocky smirk.
They were not an earthquake-proof building. So it was safer, better, to be the earthquake.
"I suppose I'm flattered," they continued, to see if some anger - some spark of hope, of spirit, of life - might be found. "You really fell hard for me, huh? They do say love is blind."
"Yeah." It was croaky.
The villain wanted to snarl. To grab the hero by their stupid cosy jumper and shake them until their defences clicked into place again. Didn't they know it was suicide to show their bleeding, broken heart so obviously? To not even try and hide it? It was embarrassing.
The villain closed the half step between them, and - the hero simply looked at them. They didn't raise their hands to defend themselves. Nothing. The hero had tipped their head back, so sweetly, so vulnerable, as the villain pressed a line of kisses up their throat.
"Get everything you wanted?" the hero asked.
"Yeah." It was...not croaky. The villain pulled their smirk a little wider. Just in case. They dragged their fingertips along the hero's side, and it wasn't simply an excuse to touch the hero at least one last time, it wasn't. "You were great!"
The hero didn't even have the decency to flinch. Nothing. It was if the villain had killed them. They simply continued to stare.
The villain dropped their hand like they'd been burnt and for a second - just a second - the smirk faltered. Everything stuttered. The world beneath them split open.
The hero clearly clocked the fissure, because their head tilted. A fraction. The smallest thing.
"Great," the hero echoed, then. "I'm so happy for you. I'm sure it was all totally worth it."
The villain flinched. Then they laughed, like the hero had cracked a joke, real funny like, and ruffled the hero's hair. "Better than great." Because the hero had been perfect, brave and gorgeous and kind. and the villain was never going to be able to say that now. They were never going to have it again. "That thing you did with your tongue, man..."
The hero finally flinched back. One of the tears finally spilled over, heartbreak and humiliation cracking across their expression.
It was supposed to feel like victory.
It was all supposed to feel like victory.
They'd got everything they wanted.
It didn't feel like that at all.
So, in the end, it was the villain that fled.
They didn't dare look back.
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black-roses-stuff · 3 hours
󠁄󠁄 🌀 ᪤. ★ࣻ◜. ␥ࣱ⭑. ֍᳖⬞. ⁕˞᪷. 🌀
󠁄󠁄ᰍໂᮢ𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘰 󠁄󠁄󠁄󠁄𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸 ⿻᪾⃜ 🌪️
󠁄󠁄ᰍໂᮢ𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
󠁄󠁄 𝆲𝆯. ᰍໂᮢ 𝟎𝟐:𝟎𝟭 ˟ࣲࣦࣧ⁞
󠁄󠁄 ❛❛ˏࣩ◞. ꫶ꫭꫬ𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦
󠁄󠁄❛❛ˏࣩ◞. ꫶ꫭꫬ𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ๓ᩧ⁕ࣩ˞᮫ࣤ 🎹
󠁄󠁄 ᭥᭡𝀋 ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ... ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ... ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ◆᪼ˎ◆ᮤ𝀋
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painting-thoughts · 3 days
you're no longer mine to write about. so here i am, letting go. even though my heart's in a million little pieces. even though i haven't smiled at the thought of you since. even though i don't really smile anymore.
c / my hope’s gone
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oldinterneticons · 2 days
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I'm so over you... kinda...
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vintage-soleil · 2 days
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xoxoariellove · 3 days
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Do you ever miss her jawline
Where your fingers did their dance?
Do you ever miss that piercing stare
The one with blues and greys?
Do you ever miss her flushing cheeks
As you moved with her in time?
Oh do you love, ever think of her
When you feel dead inside?
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rjmxrell · 1 day
Wish I had more time with you.
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illbeyouranchor · 2 days
The promises I’ve made
Circle in my head
Binding me to a pain
That I have no choice
But to carry
Did you ever think about
What it would do to me?
To be alone in this?
To be unworthy of
Your true effort?
Or did I simply lose value
When I stopped filling up
Your cup?
Well, drink up Darling
Toxic love is all I know
And you are no exception
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laceypaigepoetry · 2 days
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some people are so difficult to forget
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remanence-of-love · 2 days
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dollarstoreclooney · 7 months
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painting-thoughts · 3 days
she's lucky, because she gets to have your time, your quick replies, your hearts, your smiles, your thoughts, your feelings. she gets to be there for you when you've had a bad day. she gets to be the source of your happiness. she gets to look into your eyes all the time. she gets to feel safe in your arms. she gets to be the person you think about when you're at work. she gets to be your favorite notification. she gets to be the one you think of in the morning and the one you think about at night. she gets to be lucky, because she gets to be yours.
c / i knew she’d exist
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vodkatales · 5 months
How can we be allowed to feel so much for people who don't feel anything for us?
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xoxoariellove · 1 day
Words thrown to the wind
Perhaps you felt they were easy
Flowing from my lips.
You assumed I spoke this way
The same way I breathe
As if my professions were just
Droplets of rain
Unnoticeable in their plethora.
Little did you know
That these words are not oft
The sort of thing that escapes
The space behind my teeth
And even more often
They are not even thought.
The sentiments I shared
With you and to you
Were genuine
For I am not someone
Who says things she doesn’t mean.
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