#i’m worried and anxious as fucking fuck

[loverafey]

he comes back bruised !

ꕀ warnings - rafe's having a breakdown, a bit mean to reader, brief mention of injuries, unestablished relationship, hurt/comfort. wc - 697.

it had been a while since you last heard from rafe, messages and calls left unanswered. you didn’t want to seem clingy, you really didn’t, but the prolonged silence was starting to make you more and more anxious with each passing day. was he even okay?

you had decided to wait by his house tonight, finding no one there, silently sitting down at the porch as you scrolled through your phone, attempting to divert your attention from the tension within you that continued to build up. evening turned into night and you were almost about to give up when you heard a rustle in the bushes nearby, causing you to stiffen up.

you sat there, still with wide eyes staring at the source of the noise, holding your breath. there walked in rafe, his breathing clearly irregular as he stomped forward, his hands fidgeting and holding onto his head in distress. you soon noticed his knuckles, bruised and bloodied — so were his lips. fuck.

“rafe?” you were quick to rush forward, though still maintaining some distance, trying to not let all of your concern show. the last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable. though it was hard to suppress the wobbling of your lips and the way your hands ached to grasp his bloodied ones. “are you okay?”

he didn’t respond to you, pacing around and avoiding your eyes, grunting in agitation as he slammed his knuckles against the side of his head, causing you to step forward and grab his hand.

“don’t fuckin’ touch me!” he was quick to pull his hand away, his loud voice cutting through the previous silence that surrounded this place. you couldn’t help but flinch, though he barely noticed it.

“why are you here?” his voice came out as a snarl as he stepped forward, closing the distance in between you both, allowing you to catch a better sight of the cut on his lip that was still bleeding.

“i was worried you… hadn’t been responding to my messages.” you explained yourself, brows furrowing as you connected the dots together gradually. “rafe, did you beat someone up….?”

somehow that question made his shoulders stiffen up even more, a groan leaving him as he shifted from one foot to another. “why do you care?” he asked, voice hoarse as his hands shakingly grabbed onto your shoulders, as if trying to see whether you were really there. you didn’t pull away, ignoring the ache blooming in your chest at how he was yelling at you.

he wiped the blood from his mouth, constantly shaking his head. “don’t need your fake sympathy. you’re just using me like others, aren’t you? making fun of me behind my back as well?” he laughed bitterly, his body not knowing how to react. he wanted to say so much more, accuse you of things you hadn’t even done, rendering you confused.

“that fucker deserved it. bad mouthing my father, calling him all sorts of things! i needed to beat some sense into that fuckface.” he didn’t give you a chance to speak, getting louder with his sentences getting more incomprehensible, his mind clearly a mess.

he was panting heavily, trying to struggle away as your hands finally managed to cup his face, eyes desperately trying to meet his wavering ones. once he looked at you, a choked noise left his mouth as the palms of his hands quickly tried to dry the forming tears in his eyes. “f-fuck… sorry baby, i’m so sorry…” he sounded so broken, his resolve weakening as he let you hold him.

“i can’t… it’s just been too much. and everyone’s pissing me off and-” you let him ramble on and on, hissing, tones shifting back and forth between being angry and just utterly devastated. “shouldn’t have yelled at you like that… promised myself i was gonna change.”

“i know, i know.” you hummed, gently wrapping your arms around him. he was quick to pull you into him, face resting against his chest, his heart beat loud. “i care for you, a lot.” you offered him a smile, letting him rest against you. “c’mon, let’s take you inside and get your wounds tended.”

[bucksangel]

i hate myself for doing this but i owe my mom $140 for helping me pay my car bill but i only have $9 in my bank account and i need to pay her back by wednesday and i won’t be able to pay her on my next check bc it’ll be short and im freaking out if anyone can help even in the slightest way i will very much appreciate it

p*yp*l linked here

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[moonkhao]

hi.

[tranquil-turbulence]

Broke my sobriety tonight for the first time since like… covid lmao.

Which is ironic, considering the cause of my loss of sobriety in both cases…

[shreddeddescent]

I’m actually reading over my own shit back and asking myself IS big mama a groomer?

No I don’t think she is. That’s not her deal. She’s nice, maybe she’s too nice, and obviously far too rich, but she’s genuinely helping, she’s genuinely good at it. The issue is she’s absolutely got an agenda that no one’s paying attention to. Too much going on to notice. Big mama doesn’t actually do things for free so what’s the real cost? These kids are too traumatized to notice it. Maybe Slash notices it.

It just might really LOOK like she’s a groomer cuz of how much money she has, cuz of how weird her mannerisms are, how overly willing she is to dote on these poor fucking kids even if they can’t pay for her services. She’s clearly rich so that’s too weird. But she found them cuz april knew her, cuz April’s got sooome kind of in with the hidden city, not that she knows it.

That doesn’t mean spending time in her hotel is good for them. That doesn’t mean bad things won’t still happen to them. That doesn’t mean they should trust her fully.

But she’s really good at helping them unpack it all. And they have sooooo much to unpack.

[geo-bby]

How we feeling Beatles people?

[bddybby666]

meow more meow moew meow moew

meow

[fissions-chips]

ahhhhhh

tooth hurty

[zodiacsea]

being even slightly overwhelmed at work is like a one way ticket to becoming the world’s most mentally unwell man

[tedlebred]

chat I’m sitting my first ever exam this Wednesday. How am I supposed to come out alive

[ramudamemura]

i’ve actually been a lot more confident w my writing lately and a lot of my stuff isn’t anonymous anymore!! i do still get anxious but like it’s gotten a lot better soooo i’m gonna start linking stuff here

so!!!! you should totally read the first thing i wrote for ramuda week 🫶 but if anyone says anything mean i’ll never post anything again 😁😁😁😁

[starbuck]

i feel like i am going to disintegrate and explode but, in good news, i may have discovered a rare tree!

[queen-evanlyn]

how much is it reasonable to worry about botulism

[therosevest]

my friends r like weird about homeless people i feel like i have to keep saying like bro they’re not gonna fucking do anything to you. like. they are people having a rough fucking stroke of luck struggling and not receiving any help. being looked down on so much. just treat them with a litte humanity wtf

[cyborg-hydra-girl-thing]

mmmm my partner has a bunch of weights

think imma workout when i get off work

[ghosttotheparty]

realising i have health anxiety and it’s the fucking worst i feel like i’m doing to die