#I can’t fucking believe that this shit happened again

[talkingaboutmybullshit]

Flash ran to the holding room where Superman and Wonder Woman were currently interrogating Red Hood. Green Arrow on his heels.

“Stop!” Flash yelled “stop, stop do not do anything until Batman arrives,”

“He operates in Gotham but we found him in Star city I don’t see why we can’t continue until he’s here?”

He slowly turned his head to Red Hood. Even with the DNA results he couldn’t believe it was him. The same kid he met almost five years ago. What the hell happened to him?

“We got a dna match,” he said

“Shit,” the Red Hood said “Shit. Shit. Don’t call Batman you have to let me go. Shit this ruins all of my plans. When the fuck did you even get my dna?”

“When you were passed out we took some of your blood. We know just about nothing about you so we ran a panel. Looking for matches for dna, meta abilities, to see if you’re on any drugs or serums, stuff like that,” Super man explained

“Fuck,” Red Hood groaned

“Not important though,” Superman said “why is Batman-“

“I’m here,” Batman said, uncharacteristically out of breath. Eyes trained on the Red Hood

“R-356525366,” Red Hood said Batman physically flinched “I still remember,”

“Take off his helmet,” Batman demanded, moving towards Red Hood and then addressing him “Where have you been? What happened to you?”

“Here and there,” Red Hood said coyly “and they can’t take it off there’s explosives in here. Everyone here including me will go sky high if the helmet is taken off incorrectly,”

Batman flinched again, twice in less than a minute was a record “Why the hell would you put explosives in you helmet?” Batman asked

“So nobody sees my face obviously,” Red Hood sneered “somebody recognizing me as a dead man walking has its problems as it’s already proving right now,”

Batman turned to the other heros “and why the hell has nobody disabled them yet?’

“We haven’t had time,” Superman explained “the helmet is lead lined so we didn’t know until he woke up. Plus we haven’t had him in custody for more than a hour. He only woke up 30 minutes ago,”

“Uncuff him I need to see his face,” Batman said

“Explain to us what’s going on,” Wonder Woman asked “Why is everyone so freaked out?”

little ramble I wrote but don’t plan to do anything with. Just need to get the brain worms out. idk who I even plan to have talking in this scene but it’s two jla members

League gets redhood dna while in watch tower. Batman does not know redhood identity. They get a match for Redhoods dna

“We have a dna match,” he said “from Bat’s data base but it’s restricted. Not to surprising since Spooks is weird with his data. But the date is from 6 years ago. Red Hood must have been young when the sample was collected,”

“So what. Probably got busted as a teen by Bats. Not unusual for teens to have their records sealed. Probably had a rough life. Have you seen Gotham? Much less Gotham rouges.”

“His dna was on file because-“ he was on a verge of a panic attack “BATMAN,”

“Call Batman,”

“What?”

“Call Batman. Call Batman. Batman. Now!”

“Wait calm down,”

“I’ll do it myself. Where is the damn phone. We need to call him before he figures it out himself,”

“Call him before he figures out we have Redhood in custody and contingency plans all of us,” he looked around for a phone “he might even leave the league if he thinks we hurt him,”

“Why would he do that?” he said “calm down explain it to me,”

“Robin,” he huffed

“What do you mean Robin? Robin should be with Batman. Are you saying the 10 year old pipsqueak is Red Hood?”

“No the Robin,” he finally located a phone, his hands shaking as he dialed the number “the second one,” he mumbled under his breath as he mistyped a number “God damnit,”

“Oh?”

“The dead Robin,”

“Oh,” he said finally understanding who he was, then it clicked into place what that actually means “Oh no,”

[pixiecaps]

Jorel: I wasn’t meant to spend Christmas alone.

Shanyqua: What?

Nathalia: Yeah? What do you mean, you’re with us? You’re with me?

Shanyqua: Dude, what is happening?

Jorel: I had other plans.

Shanyqua and Nathlia: What was the other plan?

Lila: Who were you going to spend Christmas with before us?

(Matt: I turn the little note like this.)

Jorel: My brother.

Lila: Your brother?

(Matt: I show the note.)

Lila: What does the paper have to do with your brother?

Shanyqua: I’m not understanding.

Jorel: I never rented out this campsite.

Shanyqua: WHAT?

Nathalia: Jorel..?

-

Lila: And where’s your brother?

Jorel: Remember.. that I told you my brother had gone out with-

Nathalia: Yeah.

Jorel: -He had ditched me.

Nathalia: Yeah.

Jorel: Well, he really didn’t come spend Christmas with me. However, he hasn't shown any signs of life since. He disappeared. And messing around on the computer I managed to trace his cellphone. And it showed him here.

Shanyqua: Ohhh, I cannot believe you’ve done this. Dude, I can’t believe that I’ve known you from a movie. Just look at that, your face is familiar. Fucking hell. I can’t believe it. I’m in this SHIT because of YOUR DOING!

Jorel: Yeah.

Nathalia: Jorel.. Jorel.

Shanyqua: Unbelievable. My god, how could I be so stupid?

Jorel: (To Shanyqua) You- Do you have someone that you love a lot?

Shanyqua: I do-

Jorel: Would you do anything for them?

Shanyqua: -But I don’t have anything to do with your life.

Jorel: (Repeating) Would you do anything for them?

Shanyqua: I would.

Jorel: Well.

Lila: But why didn’t you tell us this before?

Shanyqua: Why did you have to involve all of us in this?

Nathalia: Why didn’t you tell me?

Jorel: Because you guys would never- you guys would never come here.

Lila: But we could’ve asked for help before this.

Shanyqua: Exactly, do this the right way.

Nathalia: Did you try to get help from the authorities?

Jorel: I tried. They didn’t give a shit. They said my brother was just enjoying life with his girlfriend and not responding to me.

Nathalia: How long ago?

(Matt: How long?)

(Cellbit: It’s been three days.)

Jorel: Three days. I had very little time to think about what to do. That’s why I was desperate and this was the only plan. And I planned this “Christmas”. (Laughs with irony) For us.

Lila: So that guy you said you spoke to on Whatsapp was all a lie?

Jorel: Yes.

Shanyqua: I can't believe that I'm in this because of... all this... Cause of the delusions of one small rich guy! I know that- Okay, alright, you love your brother very much and blah blah blah. BUT DO YOU NOT THINK ABOUT US?! Fuck. Look at this SHIT! Look what you fucking got us into!

Lila: Shany- Calm down. Right now there's no point in stressing about it either. We’re already in this together-

Shanyqua: There’s no point in stressing-

Lila: We’re already in this together.

Shanyqua: Look at what this kid did!

Lila: No-

Jorel: (Interrupting the bickering) Now we have two options.

Lila: Which?

Jorel: Or you guys stay hating me and throw me out the first opportunity you have to kill me and you’ll go back, if you survive, remembering that you guys were the ones that finished me off. Or you keep this a secret. For the time being. And if we make it out alive... you'll never need money again in your life- Never need to worry about money in your life and you'll never need to look me in the face again.

Shanyqua: I don't care about your money.

[hsangel64]

bandmates pt. 10!

synopsis: a couple of weeks was all it took

warnings: some angst, cussing

a/n: i am not too sure how long this story will go, but i think the way its going it’ll get another story, maybe!!

after everything happened you packed up a bag and texted abby to stay for a couple of days to cool down. she told you of course and offered to let you stay for however long you would need. ellie had been texting you all morning, you had turned on do not disturb but she still seemed to get her way around it and i couldn’t stop checking my phone. text after text you finally gave in and texted back.

you sighed and rubbed your face. what did you just do, you can’t believe you agreed. she texted you a coffee shop, it being your guys’ favorite coffee place to go to, and told her to meet her tomorrow morning. you shook your head at yourself and turned your phone off. no more of that for today.

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it’s finally tomorrow morning, after an agonizingly long sleepless night, it was the morning. you had gotten ready and felt the nerves pick up. you changed your shirt about a million times now. you really didn’t want to see ellie and don’t know why you agreed but you love her too much to be gone for too long.

you checked the time grabbed your bag to head out. it was 9:30am and ellie wanted to meet around 10:15 so you had some time to walk there and get yourself together. you felt your heart beating a million miles a minute, you didn’t know if you’d start screaming or crying at ellie, maybe even both.

you made it to the coffee shop and didn’t even realize it, you stared at the door before taking a huge deep breath and going in.

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ellie’s pov

she couldn’t believe what had happened, it all happened so fast. you had ran and she didn’t have any time to process what you had said.

“ellie you fuckin idiot.” dina yelled at her and ran after you. she just stood there for what felt like forever. jesse didn’t ay anything and just went after dina. she came back from her senses and realized you left, ellie ran to your room and saw dina on the couch with her head in her hands and jesse comforting her. they both heard her come in and immediately changed moods, dina got up and pushed ellie.

“you’re a fucking asshole you know that? you are a shit friend, girlfriend, all of the above.” her chest going up and down as she paced around the room trying not to beat up ellie.

“you better fucking fix this ellie or i swear to god you will never see either of us again.” she pushed her way out of the room and stormed off. jesse got up and walked towards ellie, he put his hand on ellie’s shoulder and said, “fix it ellie.”

she was left in the room alone for about 2 minutes with just her thoughts before cat barged in.

“hi baby! you did so so good.” she tried to kiss her but ellie pushed her off and mumbled a fuck off. she ran out of the room and ran to her car. ellie didn’t even grab anything just made it her mission to try and catch you at the dorm. she knew you were going to run off. she drove quicker than she thought she even could, she made it to the dorm within 10 mins as the drive regularly was 30 mins. she barely even parked and ran up the building, she even took the stairs trying to catch you. she reached the door and called out for you, for anyone, complete silence filled her ears. she sighed really loudly and realized she missed you. ellie dragged herself to the couch and fell into it, sobbing into herself. she felt pathetic, she knew what she did and felt like utter shit. dina was right, she said over and over and over again in her head. she had to do something.

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it had been almost two weeks since ellie had seen you, she had been texting you every chance she gets she texts you. you never answered of course, just sulking in your own feelings. ellie tried everything, she sent you flowers after hearing where you were staying, she tried to catch you after class, she called and called and called, but to no avail you never answered. she was running out of things to do with dina yelling on her back about fixing things, she didn’t know what else to do. she figured it was the end and she was ready to accept the fact that you would never be with her again. dina had come home and seen ellie on the couch with her head in her hands. she sighed and made her way towards her.

“why don’t you just tell her the truth, try and get her to go to get coffee and explain all that you feel.” ellie looked up at her and sent a small smile her way. “as much as i don’t like you right now, i still love you and i want to try and help.” they hugged and spent some time together that ellie very much needed.

they spent the rest of the day watching movies and just spending time together, dina ended up falling asleep while they watched interstellar.

‘she always said it was boring…’ she thought and laughed to herself. she thought for a second and texted you about coffee tomorrow morning, it took some convincing but you agreed and she felt good about this, she was going to get you back even if it took just starting over.

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taglist: @gold-dustwomxn @lil-elliesgf @elliestears @cjrights @hopelesssheaven @depressedbratsworld @amberputh

a/n: hey guys! this is a shit chapter but i’m hoping the next one will be the last and better! this was just a filler from not posting in awhile!!

[ciphermitarai]

I got an ask on the mark blog pertinent to this while I was writing this post so it’s a sign I guess.

My Disorganized Thoughts On Why Mark Berskii Acts The Way He Does

I think the reason why I got so attached to Mark immediately is because I saw a lot of myself in him. Mark acts really standoffish and uncomfortable, kind of snarky in general, in a way that indicates (clearly) that not only does he not trust his classmates, but he never did. This isn’t to say I know the real reasons why he acts the way he does, but it is to say that my insights might be of some form of value to other people.

From my personal perspective, his behavior mirrors the way I acted in high school quite a bit. It’s pretty easy to forget that Mark would be a first year college student, or in his last year of high school. (I’m also eighteen.) He’s obviously impacted by the game in a realistic way—I think his vulnerabilities are evident in places. On cue grabs beanie, pulls down over face.

But as for the reason why I think he acts this way from the very beginning, or at least what of I see of myself in him… I acted that way out of anxiety. I didn’t fit in very well with my peers (whaaat? Me? Nooo way!!!) so I became standoffish. I came from a pretty closed-off town, so I kind of hardened to my peers. They didn’t welcome me, they even made fun of me, so I became sort of… pre-emptively a bit of a jerk as a way of protecting myself. That mindset gets cyclical. It gets hard to admit that other people might actually want to be let into your world, genuinely, and aren’t making fun of you in some way. I’m also fairly often characterized as being standoffish and rude without intending to, partially because of this and partially because of autism, tone issues, my face, whatever.

Which brings me to

self esteem issues

This sort of behavior is heavily exacerbated by a feeling of low self-worth. I think the reason why Mark doesn’t want anyone to comment on his work isn’t particularly mysterious, especially while it’s live! Recently, I showed an animatic I made to some family friends who were essentially obligated to receive it well, and I couldn’t even look while it was happening. If I trust someone, it’s okay for me to show my work to them. But with people I don’t know or trust, I’d rather they just not say anything at all about it, especially if I’m not showing it out of my own will. it would be impossible for me to believe that they’re telling the truth, you know? It’s actually sort of upsetting!

Showing your work to fellow classmates, which Mark might already have a negative predisposition towards if he was received in a similar way, probably provokes such a reaction.

I can’t ever say for sure why Mark feels negatively about his own work, but what I can say is that when you do become heavily invested in a creative drive, when you create things that you personally don’t like, it can be shattering. Especially when you have a lot of effort put into it! If your art is an expression of “you”, then what is this?

For someone on the world stage, the disconnect is million fold. He’s known for things that he doesn’t identify with, that he doesn’t like, for whatever reason that may be. So when people tell him positive things about it… it not only doesn’t mean anything, but it feels like an insult. I hope that one day he can create something he is proud of.

oh Also

I think mark’s alligator symbolism is really interesting. He too is lying in wait in a sense. It’s totally possible that he does some fucked up shit in the future, but I feel like it would be out of desperation, or in other words it wouldn’t have much to do with his outward personality.

It’s important to remember that, again, he’s eighteen. He has some semblance of principles—at least, I think that’s why he’s so resistant to Damon after the whole Cara thing. I don’t think he’s secretly evil, or even overly hateful. Something that shouldn’t be underestimated, yes, and someone definitely capable of rising to the level of cruelty that the killing game necessitates, but he’s clearly only snarky to people who are loud and abrasive themselves (or, I guess, exceedingly stupid).

And I think that’s why there’s appeal in jettski, platonic or romantic—jett doesn’t care about the things that mark hates about himself. That’s obvious from the beginning. And I think that those attempts to get closer to him make mark, annoyed as he is, feel like someone does actually see worth in him, or want to go out of their way to talk to him. Maybe just a little bit.

Or maybe I’m just projecting. Who knows?

[st8rkey]

reaction dump again!! ౨ৎ — last part oh my god i can’t wait 🩷🩷

You feel the blood drain from your face as his demeanor shifts. He stands there stunned, his chest rising and falling slightly as his world crashes around him with Cam standing behind you.

OH MY GODDD 😭 this is gonna be so interesting

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Rafe’s fist shoots out, connecting with his brother’s jaw — FIGHT SCENE stop i’ve been waiting for this

“Gonna fuck my brother. Walk out and not say shit to me?” — i’m nervously giggling for her, fuck me.

I caught feelings for your brother and I love you.

baby, i’m dumbfounded, jaw on the floor. knees on the floor for cam and rafe too, but we won’t talk about that.

“JESUS FUCK. I can’t believe I’m even askin’ you this twice. ME OR HIM?”

pls shout at me again

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I saw you before we met. I acted like I didn’t. But I saw the two of you on IG. I saw how fucking pretty you are. Got an idea of what kinda girl you were… listened to his stories and shit i knew this was going to be trouble before it even started.

i’m folding already.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me

are you trying to make me cry???

—

“I think I love her, man,” Cam whispers.

oh?????? both of them wrapped around her finger

➙ side note: oh my god, wait, i get to choose too? okay, i’m gonna dump my thoughts on my own choice first, and then the other one—because why not?

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⤷ ‘cam leaves’

— okay wait but can we talk about the pictures?? god i love them

The corners of his panting lips curl into a smile as he sees the little glittery R pendant around your neck–the one you haven’t taken off even after everything happened.

i’m just thinking about how much rafe would love watching the necklace dangle around while you have sex.

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“Missed that filthy mouth, baby,” he whispers between kisses.

“Missed what this mouth can do too…”

then fill it this mouth up and use it 🥰🥰🥰 my stomach is doing cartwheels 🤸‍♂️

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okay, wait—honestly, i don’t even know how far i can go with my comments because i’m literally restraining myself from saying obscene stuff

“Gonna make up for lost time… Fuck, baby. M’gonna fuck you so hard everyone in this hotel knows your mine,” he whispers as he adds a third finger.

trying to keep two hands on the phone ☺️ ugh, i love the smut scenes you write

“I’m cumming inside you though. Fuck, m’filling up this perfect pussy all night.”

giggling and everything

“Atta girl,” he hums. fuck me.

Without another word, Rafe tugs his ring off his finger, gliding it back onto yours and setting it back as if it has always belonged there–and it has. Rafe’s expression softens as he lives in your sweet words, knowing that you still wanted to be with him even after everything that had happened.

this is way way way too cute

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⤷ ‘cam stays’

“You and I… Just like before. And, Cam, you can talk to him whenever you’d like, with or without me, hang out, go on dates and shit, fuck. I don’t fuckin’ care as long as I can call you mine.”

oh. my. god. BOTHH?? YES HELLOOO!!!

ugh i love how they’re both so desperate for her, like pleaseeee 😫😫

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And that’s exactly what he does; your tongue dances with Cam’s as you grind yourself on Rafe's muscular leg while he plays with your tits.

good lord have mercy, because i absolutely love everything you write. the drama, the smut—everything is just perfect.

“You’re cumming all night, baby,” Cam hums as he pushes your hair back, kissing your neck. “Gotta lot of time we need to make up for.”

on my knees, hair up in a ponytail, mouth open.

Cam takes the opportunity to slap his tip against your pillow lips.

hot. hot. hot. hot. all 20 fingers please!! (rafe 10 and cam 10 if the math isn’t mathing)

Rafe doesn’t let up pounding you with his fingers through your orgasm. Cam reaches down, slapping at your clit, making you wail pathetically, both brothers going at you nonstop ‘til you’re gushing around their fingers.

i love your writing so much, ugh i can’t with you.

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“I’m a slut for Cameron cock,”

just had to include this 🤗🤗

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Without another word, Rafe tugs his ring off his finger, gliding it back onto yours and setting it back as if it has always belonged there–and it has.

IM MELTINGGGGG AGAIN.

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i loved both endings, you never disappoint.

i finally had an hour to do something productive by reading part 4 and the two different endings. i can’t wait for your next SMAU! hope you had a great weekend, and thank you for all the effort you put into these 😚🤍

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜 – 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕔 (𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓹)

+18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

Part 1 𝜗𝜚 Part 2 𝜗𝜚 Part 3

𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 3 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 12/27

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙱𝚞𝚣𝚣𝙲𝚞𝚝!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙶𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Warning: language, verbal + physical fighting, graphic violence, blood mentioned, pet names, jealous!rafe, kissing, angst, manipulation, multiple povs, cheating, SMUT warning later

📖 After meeting Rafe's (CurtainBangs!) twin brother Cam (BuzzCut!) for the first time, Rafe gives you a proposal you can't help but accept: sharing you. What Rafe didn't expect was his jealousy… And what you didn't expect was a text from Cam a week later wanting to see you again. Rafe told you it was ‘okay’ if Cam stopped by. During the Skype convo, you realize that Rafe has no idea that his brother is there… Cam placed the original call. Rafe thinks you’re alone, and you leave it that way

Reader’s POV:

You glance at Cam, his wide eyes on yours, reflective and remorseful, but his face only adds to your anxiety. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. You reach for Rafe’s jersey and your panties, tugging them back on as tears well in your eyes.

“Cam, why did you—why did you do that?” You whisper, your voice is shaky with nerves. “Why would you pretend to be Rafe? Why would you lie to me like that?”

He shrugs defeatedly. “I wasn’t thinking…”

“You weren’t,” you whimper, avoiding his gaze as you tug on some sleep shorts, stumbling slightly as your body trembles. The weight of your deceit is suffocating, wearing heavily on your heart. Nothing is fine…

“I’m sorry. I don't know what else to say. I just couldn't stop thinkin’ about you, and I knew he was only going to get in the way-”

“As he should, Cam! You came in here? Why the fuck wouldn’t you have stayed out in the living room? This is bad enough on its own! Just fuckin’ leave.” Cam walks toward you, wrapping himself up in your arms. You bury your head in his chest, trying to fight him away but he just holds you tighter.

“I didn’t want to make things worse,” he says quietly, his voice calm but firm. “I know you don’t want me to leave.”

You open your mouth to protest, but the words don’t come out. He’s right—part of you wanted him here. You’ve been thinking about it since the second he left. But that didn’t change anything… “No,” you whimper, your voice cracking with the emotion you’re trying to hold back. “I don’t want this… I don’t want this mess,” you whisper. “You and Rafe got me into this shit, and now everything feels like it’s falling apart. Rafe and I… we were so fuckin’ happy, Cam,” you whisper as tears start to glass in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles softly against your skin. “We never wanted you to feel this way, baby. It wasn’t supposed to be anything at all.”

You can hear the emotion in his words, the desire to pull away, and the desperation to hold on, pulling you in two directions.

“Just please… Just let Rafe and I work this out in the morning, alright? You don’t gotta worry about it. I don’t want to go anywhere, and I fuckin’ won’t. Rafe doesn’t want to lose you… He’d do anything for you. We got you into this mess. We will figure it out. Okay?”

You take a deep breath, completely overwhelmed by the moment. You had no idea what would happen next. Cam made it seem so easy—his thoughts about how Rafe would act if they just talked it out flowed so smoothly from his mouth; it’s almost like he believed that lie himself.

Cam was here… And a part of you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go.

The darkness is exchanged for the day, soft light bleeding through the blinds as the sounds of the morning creeps through the cracked window. You shift slightly, letting out a lazy stretch, watching Cam’s hand move across your hip, making you freeze. The gravity of the situation sets in. You reach for your phone, checking the time, your head quickly snapping to the door as you hear a set of keys jiggle in the lock.

Your heart skips a beat with the creaking of the hinges, Rafe’s heavy feet moving along the hardwood floor; the thud of his bag landing shortly after. You tap Cam fast before scrambling to your feet, panic flooding your body. “Holy shit,” you whisper under your breath as you walk toward the closed door.

“Baby, you here?”

You push open the door, taking a step into the living room. Rafe’s smile doubles when he sees you. You feel the blood drain from your face as his demeanor shifts. He stands there stunned, his chest rising and falling slightly as his world crashes around him with Cam standing behind you.

“The fuck is happening?”

You reach for a breath, filling your lungs with air as you search for the words that will make this better, but there’s nothing that can make this better. Rafe stands there, his face unreadable for the moment, waiting for either of us to speak before something cracks.

“I said, ‘What the fuck is happening, huh?’” Rafe’s voice echoes through the house, hitting your chest hard.

“I’ll handle this, baby,” Cam says softly, his words sending chills down your spine as he steps around you, his eyes locked on Rafe’s and Rafe’s on his. Even the simple term of endearment felt wrong–hearing him say it so casually in front of Rafe. That simple name that let Rafe know that this was anything but casual for either of you.

“The fuck did you call her?” He asks in disgust, his voice tight with anger and confusion.

“What, you gettin’ jealous now?”

“Jealous?” Rafe’s voice raises, veins protruding as he steps toward the confrontation. “I’m not jealous of fuckin’ shit. Jealous? Jealous of you and MY fuckin’ girlfriend?”

Cam doesn’t flinch, taking a step closer as well. “Well, we both know she’s not just yours. So yeah. Think I'll call her whatever the fuck I like.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and everything went dead silent for the moment.

“Rafe-”

“Don't,” Cam stops you, putting a hand up, pleading with you to stop before you can say anything, his eyes soft and gentle, taking an entirely different approach with you. Rafe’s hands balled into fists, his muscles tight; face red. “You need to get the fuck out,” he spits, his voice low and lethal.

Cam doesn't budge; his posture relaxed. He’s probably the only person in the world who wouldn’t be cowering now. Rafe’s body language matches Cam’s, their emotions like looking in a goddamn mirror.

“Not goin’ anywhere,” Cam breathes.

“Rafe,” you gasp as Rafe’s fist shoots out, connecting with his brother’s jaw, making him struggle back, your stomach turning at the sound of it. Cam lunges at Rafe, pushing him back, making him hit the counter, and pictures and items crash to the floor.

The fight became a storm of punches, shoves, and sheer chaos as you watched in horror, neither of them showing any signs of backing down at all as you yelled and screamed for them to stop.

It was a fair fight–each landed jab met with equal force. Your hand clasps over your mouth as you watch your boyfriend go at it. You’ve seen him fight plenty; Rafe always gets the upper hand and fast. But not now… They don’t stop; their faces a mess of blood and bruises, lips split, noses bleeding, but neither seems to care.

That tension… That frustration that you felt all week was clearly felt by the boys as well. Mixing their jealousy on top of it… this was bound to happen. You try to stop them one last time, knowing the only way to tear these two dogs apart would be to leave.

Tears well in your eyes as you grab your keys and head toward the door,. Just as you reach the it, everything stops; just the sounds of their heavy breathing fill the space around you. “You can’t be serious?” Rafe pants, his voice breaking with anger. “Gonna fuck my brother. Walk out and not say shit to me?” Rafe’s voice bellows through the house. You turn around, matching his darkened eyes as tears of shame and sadness slip down your cheeks.

“You guys are scaring me, alright?” You cry. “I just wanted you to stop.”

“M’sorry, princess,” Cam pants, and Rafe shoves his fist against his chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt as he pulls it tight.

“You better shut your fuckin’ mouth.”

“Yeah, bitch? Or what?” Cam spits with a cruel smile as he steps closer, pushing his forehead against Rafe’s.

“STOP! Just fucking stop, alright?” You scream, making both of them turn to you. “Look at you guys. What the fuck is happening right now?” You ask, your voice laced with tears. “This whole situation is a fucking mess. And you both ruined everything. EVERYTHING!”

You turn your attention to Cam, walking toward him, pressing your finger into his chest as your heart hammers. “You lied about that fucking phone call, Cam.”

“What phone call?” Rafe asks weakly.

“You shouldn’t be here!” You continue. “I trusted you… You pretended to be your own brother. You came into the room and blindsided me mid-conversation. I can’t help how I feel about you, alright? I’m sorry that I feel something for you after that night. But I fucking do. Okay? Okay?” You scream, turning your attention from Cam to Rafe. “You know that I love you, Rafe… But you also know there’s something between him and me, and I can’t fuckin’ stop. And Cam… Jesus Christ. You keep putting me in situations, tempting me where if I turn you down I lose you.”

“I’m sorry I-” Cam starts.

“No fuck you. Keep your fucking sorrys to you self. And you,” your eyes cut to Rafe. “You ruined everything. If you wanted me to yourself, why would you put me through this in the first place, huh? You made me fucking beg for this, Rafe. And then, even after I begged, you said ‘it wasn’t enough,’ you wanted me to beg some more. If I meant so much to you, why the HELL would you even suggest this? You knew I was worried. You said ‘that night wouldn’t change anything,’ and I fucking believed you.”

“Just calm down, alright-”

“I told you I was worried!” You interject, voice shattered as you choke out your words. “I said that this isn’t something you do with a girlfriend. This seems like something you would do with some random girl at a bar. Not someone you wanted to be with forever. You said, ‘It was just going to be a fun night…’”

“I didn't think this would happen…”

“You messed me up, Rafe. I caught feelings for your brother and I love you. You put me in this situation, and now we’re fucked.”

Rafe’s face goes pale, his jaw clenched tightly as he looks at you, trying to comprehend what you’re saying.

Your bottom lip quivers as you blink away your tears, tugging off Rafe’s gold family ring before resting it on the counter. His eyes soften with hurt and anger. “You’re actin’ like you didn’t just sleep with my brother when I told you last week that I was jealous.”

“Yeah, Rafe? And when I told you ‘we don’t have to do that again’ and ‘I won’t talk to Cam,’ you said that ‘it wasn’t necessary and you just want me to remember who I belong to’.”

“Mhmm-yeah,” he huffs as he steps a little closer. “And I told you ‘I didn’t want him talking to you without me,’ and you fucked him…” His nostrils flare as tears brim in his waterline.

“We didn’t,” Cam mumbles.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP,” Rafe screams back at his brother before turning his attention back to you, taking a deep breath. “You did somethin’ I know you did,” he softens his tone, hurt and accusatory, cutting right through you. “I need a fuckin’ answer, alright? Me or him?”

You take a deep, shaky breath, not giving him the quick answer he was looking for.

“JESUS FUCK. I can’t believe I’m even askin’ you this twice. ME OR HIM?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper.

“How the FUCK you not know, huh? I am so fucking sure about you. How the hell do you not know?”

“Because, Rafe… We’re not going through the same shit. You have no idea what this feels like for me. I’m fuckin’ spiraling. I didn’t tell you about the text I got from Cam this morning. It was eating at me all day… I didn’t know whether to respond or let it go. And, I knew that if I didn’t say anything, he’d come regardless because you two are the fuckin’ same. So, when he called pretending to be you, I told him about the texts. He told me ‘I was fine,’ he told me to ‘stop worrying,’ and that he would talk to him… And then when he got here, he told me it’s okay and that you have me… You’re both fucking liars. The second I found out that he wasn’t telling the truth, I should have told you… I should have asked him to leave. But I didn’t want to.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice thick with frustration.

“I could ask you the same fuckin’ thing, Rafe. Why did we do this in the first place? Why are you jealous? Why are things different with me? I don’t know why I feel this way, just like you don’t know why all of a sudden this little thing the two of you do for fun all the sudden turned into the bad fuckin’ idea it was. I’m leaving.”

“You’re leaving? Where are you goin’?” Rafe asks as you storm down the front porch, the two boys trailing close behind you.

You grab the car door, tugging it open, but Rafe grabs it, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours. “I don’t know what I want anymore,” you breathe.

“You said ‘you love me,’” he struggles to push the words through his tight lips. “You said ‘you loved me, and you’re fuckin’ leaving me.”

“Oh my god. I love you, Rafe. We were fuckin’ perfect… Excuse me for needing a moment to think about how that got taken away.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he pleads, his knuckles turning white with his grip on the door. “I can’t lose you. Please.”

“Don’t leave,” Cam steps in. “Please. I’ve ruined enough, okay? I’ve fucked up so much shit for the two of you. I should have known this would eventually happen. I know how Rafe talks about you… He loves you so much. We weren’t thinking. I’ll go. Just–Just don’t leave him,” Cam begs, holding back his emotions too.

“I’m not choosing either of you… I just need some time to think.” You tug on the door; Rafe fights against you monetarily, “Give me some fucking time to think, Rafe.”

He submits as he sees the look in your eyes and the pain all this caused. “I’m sorry, princess.”

𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻, 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻…

iMessages

Rafe: I messed up baby

Rafe: I never should’ve put you in that position and I’m so sorry

Rafe: I love you more than anything

Cam: I’m sorry for everything that happened and for lying to you. I knew by the way Rafe talked about you that it was dumb in the first place, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know where this was headed even before we started.

Cam: I saw you before we met. I acted like I didn’t. But I saw the two of you on IG. I saw how fucking pretty you are. Got an idea of what he kinda girl you were… listened to his stories and shit i knew this was going to be trouble before it even started.

Rafe: I keep replaying everything over and over. Everything that you told me. You were so worried and I said I would take care of you. I’m supposed to take care of you.

Cam: I’m sorry for lying to you. I can’t believe I did that shit.

Rafe: Im begging you for anything. Please

Rafe: Saw you in the library. You look so pretty baby. I miss you so much

Cam: Merry Christmas

Cam: It hurts to hear Rafe talk about you. I’m sorry

Rafe: just want you to know that I’ll do anything to fix this

Rafe: Give me 5 minutes alright? Just 5 minutes I won’t take any more of your time.

Cam: If you’re ever willing to talk to me, just know I’m here. I can meet you anywhere. Anytime.

Rafe: When you’re ready I’ll be here. I hope you’re taking care of yourself

Rafe: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me

Rafe: You’re always on my mind. I’m so fucked up about this.

Rafe: I love you

Rafe: im sorry

𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 31𝓼𝓽…

Rafe’s POV:

Apparently, there’s a party goin’ on here tonight… Smiling, laughter, and clinking glasses fill the air, but the only thing I can see is her, all the sounds around me fading into the back as my racing thoughts take the front seat.

She’s beautiful. Fuck, she always looks good. She smiles and laughs; if I didn’t know her well enough, I’d buy it… I can’t believe I lost her–fumbled the best thing I ever had. She was everything to me. Our relationship was so fucking good. Now, it’s gone.

Cam stands next to me, sipping his whiskey. He looks out at the crowd, his eyes following her, too. The tension between us is thick. He feels the same way I do. He misses her. We both fuckin’ do.

“Somethin’s off, huh?” Cam asks, his voice gentle as he picks up on the same thing I did.

I sigh deeply, running my fingers through my hair. “Yeah. That ain’t her,” I answer against the rim of my glass. ‘Not her…’ He knows what I mean: that little light that’s usually in her eyes has dimed, her forced smile not even reaching her eyes. “I fucked everything up.” I rasp, feeling the bite of the liquor burn down my throat, numbing my nerves slightly.

“We both did,” he mumbles, his voice tight as he rubs his hand over his buzzed head.

The night goes on, and I still can’t take my eyes off her. She hangs out with her friends, floating between conversations, and suddenly, my world turns upside down. A guy? Someone new? I recognized him from campus, a hockey player… Heyward? I don’t fuckin’ know. Regardless, my stomach twisted in knots seeing her with someone else because, for a split second, she looked happy, and that should have been enough, but it did nothing but make all those thoughts in my brain louder. It does nothin’ but break my heart even more.

She found someone else.

Cam and I exchange glances, quietly watching, living the same nightmare.

“I can’t stop thinking about her,” Cam said quietly, his voice full of longing.

I clench my jaw, fists tightening at my sides. “I feel the same way. But we can’t force her to choose. Looks like—” I clear my throat, battling back my tears. “Umm… It looks like she found someone else anyway.”

“No way, man.”

“Regardless, we need to give her space and let her figure it out. And if she comes back around, we just have to promise each other that whoever she chooses is just that. Alright? None of this sneakin’ around bullshit,” I whisper, trying not bring up the past, but for the first time, I get a taste of what it felt like to be him… I don’t even think I could follow my own orders if she chooses Cam. I don’t fuckin’ blame him, honestly.

“I think I love her, man,” Cam whispers.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew it was fuckin’ true– I knew after that first night they were together this shit wasn’t gonna end well for me. But hearing him say it out loud… That’s a hard pill to swallow. I shut my eyes, breathing deeply before letting out a deep sigh.

“‘Course you do…”

Got nothin’ to lose. The only thing that I had I threw away. Every day we’re not together feels like a wasted moment. Every night I spend time alone, hurts a little more than the last. I gotta make this right…

I walk up to her, my heart racing in my chest. She looks up at me, fluttering her lashes, surprised to see me here. And with my arrival little light flickering in her eyes dims entirely, and I know it’s my fault.

“Can we talk,” I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

She hesitates, then nods, giving me a gentle smile. “Okay,” the word passes her lips as I hear her voice for the first time in too long… I extend my hand, and she takes it, following me out of the thick crowd, out of the swanky hotel bar into the lobby of the Ritz.

Cam steps away from the reception desk, thanking the clerk before stuffing his wallet in his pocket. He turns toward us, eyes locked on her, that same look in his eyes as mine. We gotta fix this.

Reader's POV:

The three of you walk into a dark hotel room, the city lights glittering outside the windows as the New Year’s Eve fireworks pop and crack in the sky. Cam flicks on a light, and Rafe pops open a bottle of champagne, filling three flutes.

You take a breath, feeling your heart patter and your stomach flutter. The night took a turn; one moment, you were chatting and drinking with your friends, and the next, the boys whisked you away for a chat. You’d be lying if you didn’t expect to see them; after Rafe had liked a picture of you getting ready on Instagram, it was only a matter of time.

These men take what they want and don’t go down without a fight…

Rafe passes you a glass, looking down at you with a nervous smile. He hands one to Cam as well, who looks down at you with that same reflective face.

“Thanks for agreeing to come up here,” Rafe breathes, and you give him a nod before taking the champagne to your lips. “I know I keep sayin’ it, but. I’m sorry,” he says softly, his blue eyes meeting yours. “We shouldn’t have put you in that spot. You were right; all the girls were just hookups before… Nothing serious. Nothing like you,” he mumbles.

“I’m sorry, too,” Cam starts next, his eyes brimming with guilt. “I lied… to him, to you. I told him I understood where he was comin’ from. I told him he had nothin’ to worry about, and I knew I was lying. I manipulated you… I shouldn’t have done that. And, I’m sorry I let on that I didn’t know her…” Rafe doesn’t say anything at first, his face hardening as he realizes the last apology was for him, not you. He blinks a few times, repeating the words in his head.

“Cam-” Rafe starts.

“When I first met her, I acted like I didn’t know her. But that wasn’t true. After you started datin’, I followed her on social media and learned more about her. I knew somethin’ like this could happen…” Cam continues, his voice trailing away with remorse. “And, I’d be lying to you if I said ‘I wasn’t hopin’ for it to happen.’ I didn’t think about what would happen beyond that… This shit. I don’t know. I was hoping it would work out. I didn’t back off when you asked me to, Rafe. I wasn’t ready. I’m sorry.”

Rafe’s expression darkens for the moment. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, choosing his battles, a mixture of sadness and betrayal in his eyes nonetheless. “So what? You thought you were just gonna come in here and break us up? What the fuck-”

“No… I don’t know what I was thinking,” Cam answers truthfully.

You sit there silent, stunned by their admittance, their utter vulnerability. They clearly had a while to cool down and think it through. But you knew you were blameless; the weight also hung heavy on your shoulders.

“I should’ve told you to leave, Cam,” you say softly. “I could have stopped it the second I knew the call earlier was you and not Rafe. You were walking out of the door, and I pulled you back in…”

“Holy shit,” Rafe mutters under his breath weakly before looking away, downing the rest of his champagne. “I was really confused. I was overwhelmed; the last thing I should have done was that. I’m so, so sorry, Rafe,” you whisper as a few tears spring from your eyes.

Rafe takes a deep breath, blowing it out slowly, rolling out the tension in his neck before turning around again. He walks toward you, cupping your cheeks in his big hands, lifting your gaze to his. “Don’t apologize to me,” he says, his voice almost a whisper. “You told me you were worried… You told me that you loved me… I said I’d take care of you, and look how it turned out. Nothing would have happened if I just listened like I should have.”

Rafe’s eyes lift from yours, looking over his shoulder at his brother. You turn around, watching Cam take a few paces, his big arms crossed over his chest for comfort, trying his best to keep his feelings at bay.

“I can’t stay here,” Cam says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I should have told him ‘no’ ‘cause I was in too deep from the start. I should have backed off… If I had done that, the two of you would have been fine. You’re a good girl, and Rafe loves you. I should’ve respected that from the start.”

“Cam…” You breathe, your voice trembling, just knowing what’ll come next.

“I just want you both to be happy,” Cam continues, his gaze sincere but heavy as he blinks some tears away, running his eyes along the sleeve of his suit. “I know I made this harder. I’ll be fine. But I’ll always have love for you. I’ll control myself from now on. I promise you both. I swear.” Cam reaches out for you, pulling you into a tight hug, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “M’sorry, sweetheart.”

Your eyes pinch shut, and you feel a sense of reserve wash over you despite the sadness. You missed what you had with Rafe but weren’t sure how to balance it all.

“Later, man,” Cam draws away before pulling Rafe into a hug. “Key card is on the nightstand, alright. I’ll see you at the house tomorrow. You two have a great night,” he smiles, speaking sweetly even though you can tell he’s just holding on by a thread.

𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚎…

𝜗𝜚 𝓒𝓪𝓶 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝜗𝜚 𝓒𝓪𝓶 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓼

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[idekwtf-is-happening]

[bixels]

Bit of a weird question, but what is your overall least favorite thing about MLP? 

Sparity.

[edge-oftheworld]

hey guys I just connected some dots and when I say to you that we owe every 5sos gf since 2011 so much better treatment that doesn’t even cover half of it. it’s one thing to empathise over the internet sure but when it’s a real person less than 2 degrees of separation from you it feels so much more like. this is a human who deserves to be adored and celebrated just as much as a man she’s associated with and it’s like. I know I can’t gift anyone else the experience of empathy in like being a local or whatever but when I tell you that this fandom has inadvertently done so much damage to not only women who happened to know the boys but also to their professional careers and music and things they choose to share with us (or stop sharing with us) please believe me and please join the conversation around the fact that yes we’ve done a really shitty job in the past. but we’re growing up and we can do better I believe that 100%

[clownjacket]

If Kipperlilly DOES end up betraying Porter/Jace as part of a secret other scheme she has (whether good or evil) and it has to do with saving Lucy, I just know she’s going to be a bitch about it and pull a ‘sorry, I only save High Five Heroes’ before leaving her other friends to die or some shit. And then she will take her final form: Magic Betty from Adventure Time, betraying her allies and saving her frost gf at the expense of the world. It would also parallel what Ankarna is going through (‘your girlfriend’s out of town, it sucks’, becoming a little imperialist rage machine under the influence of Porter/Sunstone but not being able to fully turn on Lucy despite going against her values and turning into a violent weirdo). This is my wish. My dream. I am manifesting it. Magic Betty Kipperlilly I believe in you.

[acebytaemin]

i’d literally be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love. and tbh? i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him (Orpheus obviously) underground.

[apathyfairy]

if i read through my old notes or my old posts from like 3 years ago i’m like. who is that like that person is dead. who even am i anymore like i have lost all sense of self at this point

[exopelagic]

this election feels so hollow even though it’s likely ostensibly gonna be a good outcome. labour really just sucks fucking ass rn huh

[soupdreamer]

tao x elle (explodes)

[comfycozycrossfox]

everyone in my immediate family smokes weed and my parents have for YEARSSS and years and years . which is cool bc they have hella knowledge from like Experience and also older smoking culture . but also i go to modern dispensaries so i know about weed technology they aren’t even AWARE OFFFF bc they figured out what they liked years ago and didn’t really keep up. which means i get to do shit like teaching my mom what a dab pen is

[peapod20001]

LMAO QUICK. WIPE YOUR TEARS BEFORE SOMEONE SEEEESSS YOUUU

[livvyofthelake]

“alina may take years to forgive me, but i can wait” ok you fucking weirdo….. have you considered that you wouldn’t need to wait years for her to hypothetically forgive you if you hadn’t done anything to hurt her. unbelievable