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chasing city lights
chapter 22 - every word
synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.
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cw: language, angst, sorry this is more fic i had to get it out
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you had just settled down for the evening, having spent the day with kie you were feeling happy and ready to unwind for bed, until you heard a knock on your door.
a wave of panic rushed over you, as the knocking only increased in desperation.
you got up and looked out the window, just to see:
rafe.
what the fuck was he doing here.
you stood there, frozen in your position with your heart hammering in your chest.
another knock. louder this time.
“y/n, please open the door.”
your fingers twitched at your sides, reaching for the door knob.
how fucking dare he show up here after everything?
you yanked the door open so fast he took a step back, eyes widening slightly at your appearance.
you looked good, and from the way his gaze flickered over you, you knew he saw it too.
“what the fuck do you want, rafe?”
his jaw tensed, hands clenching into fists at his sides. “y/n." he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his messy hair. “can we just—can we talk? please?”
“talk?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. "now you want to talk? after you've seen me doing good?"
rafe’s eyes darkened, his whole body tensing. “y/n, it’s not what you think.”
you shook your head, letting out a laugh. “it never is, is it?”
his jaw twitched, struggling to keep his composure. he wasn't expecting you to be angry. “that picture—”
“don’t.” you held up a hand. “i don’t want to hear it.”
he stepped closer, his voice dropping. “it’s not what it looked like.”
you let out a sharp breath, forcing yourself to meet his sad gaze. “you think that changes anything?” your voice wavered, but you steadied it. “you didn’t call, rafe. you didn’t text. not once.”
his lips parted like he wanted to argue, "you broke up with me. what was i supposed to do?"
“you let me sit in that heartbreak alone,” you whispered, voice laced with so much anger it nearly scared you. “you didn't even try. and then i wake up to you kissing another girl?"
rafe shook his head quickly. “i was drunk, y/n-"
“no.” you clenched your jaw, gripping the door like it was the only thing keeping you steady. “let me finish. you don’t get to show up here and act like you give a shit. you don't get to release this fucking song like it'll win me back."
his eyes searched yours, something breaking in his expression. “i do give a shit,” he said, voice softer now, almost desperate. “i still- that song, i meant every word.”
“no.” you stepped back, “i don’t want to hear it.” tears threatening to spill. "you didn't even fight for me." you whispered.
rafe's heart dropped at that, he took another step forward, his voice, desperate. “y/n, please. i messed up. i know i did. but you have to believe me, that song, that was real. we were real. everything you think happened, didn't happen. i only ever wanted you, only ever loved you. fuck, still love you.”
your chest ached, like he was physically pulling at the wound he left in you. part of you wanted to believe it. but another part, the part that still felt the sting of betrayal, the part that had spent weeks crying over him, knew better.
“i don’t care.” the lie tasted bitter on your tongue.
his face fell those words punching him in the stomach. “yes, you do.”
you swallowed, you couldn't look at him. “you let me go.”
his lips parted, but no words came out. he tried to step closer, take your hand in his. you almost let him.
tears started to well up in rafe's eyes, and the sight made you want to break.
"why did you kiss her rafe? did i mean that little?" you questioned, voice shaking.
"no y/n, that isn't it." he started.
"then what is it?"
"i was so drunk."
"i know you were, i've already told you that isn't an excuse." anger burning inside you again.
"no y/n, i kissed her because-" his breath catching in his throat.
"spit it out rafe." your frustration rising.
"i thought it was you."
and just like that, the anger disappeared.
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a/n: i'm not done breaking your hearts just yet
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me after i say idgaf
yeep
to be held like this would fix me. btw
I hate him,but THIS PIC
Jealousy so strong it's painful. Violent. An ache in my stomach when I see you talking to other people. The dull heat, the rage, that crawls over my body when you say you're busy with friends. Makes me fucking sick.
Ur blog is so so beautiful 🩷🩷😩😩
omg thank you so much for saying that! i'm literally going to cry you're so sweet!
i wanna beat the shit out of him
chasing city lights
chapter 21 - done with you
synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.
masterlist
cw: language, alcohol, mentions of drugs
please listen to ghost of you by 5sos for this chapter and done with you by omar apollo!!
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the second stage of heartbreak, anger.
and that is all you felt when you woke up that morning. pure burning hatred for rafe cameron.
the sadness had drained you. completely. you had spent the last few weeks drowning in it, letting it consume you, break you, rip you apart. but now?
the sadness was gone.
replaced by rage.
it was a slow burn at first, simmering beneath your skin as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, a hollow expression. you barely recognised yourself.
and all of it, every single ounce of it, was because of him.
rafe fucking cameron.
the boy you had given everything to. the boy who had held your heart in his hands, only to toss it aside like it was nothing. like you were nothing.
you thought back to that picture, the way he kissed her, held her, touched her like you hadn’t just spent months loving him, like you hadn’t bared your entire soul to him.
your hands clenched into fists at your sides, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. had it always been this easy for him? had he been waiting for an excuse to move on? had he ever even loved you at all?
the anger flared in your chest, hot and suffocating.
fine.
if rafe could move on, so could you.
you weren’t going to sit here and waste another second crying over a boy who clearly never lost a night of sleep over you.
no more tears.
you took a shower and pulled your shit together, getting yourself all dolled up to finally feel pretty again. put together.
you weren’t doing this for him. this wasn’t about making rafe jealous or proving something to anyone.
this was for you.
because for the first time in weeks, you were done feeling small. done feeling broken. done letting him have this much control over you when he wasn’t even around.
you refused to let him be the only one who got to move on.
if he thought releasing that song would win you back in some way, he was so, so wrong.
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a/n: giggling because when my ex girlfriend broke up with me when i hit the anger stage i posted a hot story with done with you playing and boy did i eat
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“i will fall in love with you over and over again...”
𝜗𝜚 poppy. ⠀⠀⠀ twentytwo. ⠀⠀⠀ aries. ⠀⠀⠀ intp. ⠀⠀⠀ skytherin.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ in love with pink. my favorite thing in the world is to love and im the mother and protector of all the tiny bugs.
iced tea. flowers. bugs. the moon. cinnamon rolls. books. antiques. musicals. handwritten letters. digital journaling. music. creepy stuff. nostalgia.
fandoms i write for:
obx. marauders. hemlock grove. the office. hp. supernatural. hunger games. ahs. bridgerton. gossip girl. tvdu. stranger things. marvel. (tba).
requests open!
main m. list⠀⠀⠀ readers. ⠀⠀⠀ asks. ⠀⠀⠀ hotd blog.
emoji anons:
none yet...
i need to have my ribs cracked open and my heart bitten into and yes it is a sex thing obviously
"I will survive but I'll never recover." - Franklin House
This is my favorite artwork🌑☀️
she makes me feel so seen
iris you are so loved by me and i would support each of your actions and and and
‘love me hard and don’t be nice, please’ 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹
Me maladaptive daydreaming to break free from this fuckass reality
i just came up with the weirdest idea for a rafe x reader fic but i've slept like five hours in the last three days (probably the reason for this creepy idea)
now i have to decide if i should go to bed and hope to have this same level of inspiration tomorrow or just drink yet another coffee and start writing
literally me on a random thursday
"OH BOY, IT WOULD SURE SUCK IF THE FAE TOOK ME!" cried the man banging pots and pans together in the middle of a mushroom circle.
(Mine. Plz credit)
i asked god not to take you from me out of the fear of this, this state in which im living in now. i cant close my eyes without seeing you’re smile and i cant leave my house without hearing your laugh and i my eyes cannot stop searching for yours how could you forget about the love i gave you how could you soothe me just to torture me, smile at me and then scorn me. maybe my jealous god took you away from me because i loved you more than him.
"you're no son of mine"
but he has your eyes and wears your face
she actually hacked me for this one
chasing city lights
chapter 19 - what if
synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.
masterlist
cw: language, angst
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it had been a week since you and rafe had broken up, and you didn't know what hurt more. the fact you were no longer with him, or the fact he hadn't tried to reach out. not once.
you know you couldn't be upset about that, considering you broke up with him, but part of you hoped he would've tried harder to stay.
and that hurt more than anything.
because now you were left wondering, had it really been that easy for him to let go? had he moved on ? had you spent the last eight months loving someone who was only waiting for an excuse to walk away?
your phone sat on your nightstand, untouched, as if the silence from him was something tangible, something suffocating. you had checked it a million times, hoping to see his name flash across the screen. but it never did.
not a single message. not a single missed call. nothing. you should be relieved. this should be making it easier. but it didn't at all.
you didn't even ask sarah how he was doing as you were too scared to find out the answer. what if he was doing good? what if he realised actually he was better off without you? what if he was happy without you?
what if losing you didn’t break him the way losing him was breaking you?
the thought made your chest tighten, a sharp, suffocating ache settling deep in your ribs. you had spent the last week convincing yourself that you did the right thing, that walking away was the only option. but if that were true, if you had really made the best decision, then why did it feel like this?
you swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking up at the ceiling as if that would stop the tears from forming.
the truth was, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him, no matter how much you told yourself you had to let go, a part of you was still waiting.
waiting for him to show up. waiting for him to fight for you.
waiting for something that clearly wasn’t coming.
every little thing reminded you of him. you hadn't seen the girls in a few days, as even being around them reminded you of all the times you'd been together as a group. everything was so quiet now.
the quiet was the worst part of it, the loneliness. the brutal realisation that maybe you had been waiting for nothing. that maybe rafe had already decided you weren’t worth the fight. because if he had really loved you the way he claimed, wouldn’t he have come after you by now? wouldn’t he have done something?
but all you had was silence.
you clenched your jaw, trying to force yourself to stop thinking about him, but it was impossible. his hoodie still hanging on the back of your chair, the faint smell of his cologne on your pillow, the way your body still instinctively turned toward your phone at every notification, only to find nothing.
you hated that he still had this much of a hold on you. you hated that you were here, in this room, drowning in heartbreak while he was god knows where, probably just fine. probably moving on.
a fresh wave of nausea rolled through you at the thought.
had he already found someone else?
had he kissed someone new with the same mouth that used to whisper i love you?
the idea of it sent a sharp pain through your chest, but you shook your head, forcing yourself to breathe. it doesn’t matter. he's not yours anymore.
that thought alone nearly broke you.
because deep down, no matter how much it hurt, you still wanted to be his.
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a/n: i fear i took this one straight from my journal when i got broken up with LOL
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, vertically, horizontally, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, in a chair, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, in the shower, on the street🙂↕️🙂↕️
what do we think???
it's me, I'm girls
The “That’s immoral you shouldn’t write that, we need to get that taken down” discourse on tiktok right now is PISSING ME OFFF
Wdym you want censorship for a literal ARCHIVE are you fucking stupid
Ao3 was literally founded to preserve works that were largely getting taken down due to censorship
Censorship is the opposite of what Archive of Our Own stands for
The TAGS and WARNINGS are there for a REASON. Use them and stop complaining
The universal rule—don’t like, don’t read
It’s THAT simple
reassurance kink bc my brain makes me feel unlovable
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