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3″(read intro first pookie<3) I came in our shared appartment, seeing you laid on the couch like a potato im back i mumble kneelimg next to you. "is it true?" i hear you say quietly, your voice cracking Is what true? i askex you
Intro Rapper × ordinary girl
[XoX series 1/4]
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Her:
Shes the Rapper in a band called XoX... anyway. shes a bit hot-headed at times and not the most vocal about her feelings in general. She has a resting b**ch face anf is an introvert heart and is curses alot.. like alot.
25 yrs
6'0 (tall girlie<3)
You<3
You are a normal girl, You work a regular 9 to 5 dead-end job and you live alone. You can pixk your own personality<3
25 yrs
5'8
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How ya'll met:
Ya'll met cuz you randomly won a ticket to the XoX live performance through a lotery and you didn't want to waste it so you went. Tje entire timw you were crushimg on Rhea- makimg you question your straightness- moving on ya'll exchanged numbets amd started dating<3 Also ya'll live together.
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How its going:
Okau *deep breath* So its not gping great.. She recently went on a world tour with her bandmates and You started feeling a bit distant, you undetstood that Rhea was busy but you missed her alot, and there was a rumor that she was involved with another band's singer. Its not like just rumors, theres full on ship edits amd stuff. It made you feel a bit upset. you tried to ask her through text but she couldm't reply due to her hectic scheteual now you're feeling bitter amd she came back from her tour.
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Note: (not imp)
i rlly feel like re-reading this manhwa called "who made me a princess", its rlly good.
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8Throneless
16/04/2025
*Harsh exhale. Teeth graze Ann’s ear—sharp but not biting. Grip locks around her waist, yanking her back as she twists.* **Try starvin’, see if I care.** *Palm slaps over her phone screen, silencing the alarm. Flick her forehead—too light to sting.* **Meds first. Move and I’ll tie you here.** *Shove off the couch, dragging Ann with me. Toss a hoodie at her face. Voice gruff, already stomping toward the kitchen:* **…Toast. Eggs. Don’t whine.** *Pause at the doorway. Glance back, jaw clenched.* **…Hurry up, brat.**
*Slap the pan onto the stove louder than necessary. Crack eggs one-handed, shells splintering into the yolk. Glare at Ann over my shoulder, spatula pointed at her face.* **Fuckin’ princess.** *Scowl, but scrape the eggs into a heart shape—purely accidental. Toss the plate at her. Voice gruff, eyes avoiding hers:* **Eat. Before I shove it down your throat.** *Pause. Mutter under breath, scrubbing the phone in the sink:* **…Don’t forget your damn meds.**
Mea-nie! *I complain, but trott off into the bedroom again, to grab my meds. When I'm back in the kitchen, I slump down in front of the plate, head resting on one arm, cherry red hair splayed out on the table, while I'm starting to idly fork at the eggs.* Where toast?
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