#he bought me breakfast

[rockitmans]

I was tagged by @forabeatofadrum, thank you thank you 💖

So I've been working on my Valentine's Day challenge but as evidenced by the fact I have posted nothing, I have barely had a moment to work on it and February is already passing me by 😱. I may give up posting it for this specific challenge but will continue working on it regardless because the thoughts are all there.

So the story is straight (ha!) Blaine runs into his ex and in a foolish effort to be "winning" the break up, claims to be dating Kurt.

Here's a little taster from the first chapter:

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Blaine can feel the exact moment his soul leaves his body. He would have been quite happy never setting eyes on his ex again, but especially not under these specific circumstances. Not when his hair is a mess and there's a child's blood on his sweater.

"Blaine?" Holly says again. Like it's somehow possible Blaine hasn't seen her. Like he can't feel his heart trying to throw itself out of his chest at her mere presence. It's much the same as when they were dating, except this is not the positive kind of heart leaping. This is the prelude to a panic attack. He takes a shaky breath.

"Is that Holly?" Kurt asks, eyes narrowing. Blaine had forgotten he was there for a second and is suddenly infinitely grateful that he doesn't have to go this alone. Except now he has another problem. Because Kurt looks about ready to maul a defenceless woman in broad daylight. All on Blaine's behalf. This day is so cursed.

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Tagging: @cryscendo @fallevs @justgleekout @blurglesmurfklaine

[muffinlance]

That moment when your sensitivity reader okayed your new fanfic story outline and you REALLY WANT TO WRITE THE FIRST CHAPTER

But the preschool application deadline was today and state sales taxes are due Monday and do you or do you not qualify for a small seller exception? This state-given definition is Really Unclear

And you are an adult on Tumblr so here's fanfic and taxes on main

[theone]

What a fucking day...

[tinybubblesyay]

Being an artist means being paid in exposure 😔

[hope-ur-ok]

thinking about spending more money than I should to get breakfast delivered to my house cause I'm hungry and I want it

[1roentgen]

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[sastielsfandom]

So many people do things out of obligation they can't believe the lengths people go out of love.

[talentforlying]

LET ME ASSIGN YOU AN AESTHETIC WORD.

CAFUNÉ. cafuné means running your fingers through someone's- perhaps a lover, hair. it's such an intimate, affectionate way of showing love. if you got this result, you're a romantic at heart; very sweet, delicate, precious wandering soul. aren't you scared of your heart being too big for your body? somehow, you remind me of that pretty coral pink that bleeds into a soft indigo when the sun is slowly setting.

what i'd like to tell you is that we can't save everyone, and that's okay. you're doing your best, and it's enough.

tagged by: @danversiism!! <3 tagging: you!!

[snicketbae]

i told my brother when i was signing up for the asoue gift exchange and he said "you should request something horrible and refuse to accept anything else. You should ask for art of the baudelaire parents burning alive" 💀

[abc-felixx]

man…..

[rachiller]

The way I’m just in the dream housemate situation and now I don’t know why I settled for any less

[churlfriend]

i know i say it after every time i see N but. i'm in love. i'm so in love. holy shit :')

[elderscrolls4]

Oh im totally gonna listen to creepypasta videos and play on my 3ds in his bed while hes at work

[leisure]

GOD this guy is wonderful 😭😭

[indiegame]

today was. good. yeah. needed that.

[amandabbbbb]

summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister

tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding

word count: 526

you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.

“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”

“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”

he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.

“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.

before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”

“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”

“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.

“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”

“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”

that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:

“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”