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Breathe.

before I let this out to the world, I just wanted to say that I mostly write for ahs characters, but I wanted to try writing something with Rafe so bad for a while now. I'm sorry if it comes out cringy and shitty, and I wanted to thank you for the support!

TW: angst, fluff, daddy issues, that's it I guess.

There had been a time- during his teenage years, where everything he did, he did it solely for the purpose to gain his father attention. Ward had never been scared to show his preferences when it came to his kids, putting Sarah always on a pedestal.

As the years went by, he had become the black sheep of his family, whatever he did he just couldn't seem to get it right, and after a bit he had given up trying to please his dad. Still, there was a bitter taste left in his mouth, a grip would tighten around his throat every time he'd notice interactions between his father and his sister.

It wasn't jealousy, that's what he kept repeating himself. It wasn't jealousy. He would've never admitted it, but all he wanted was to be seen by his father. He wanted his father to acknowledge him, and care for him as much as they cared about Sarah's stupid and spoiled tantrums thrown over her pogue friends- that got them miles away chasing her around fields and cities.

His shit was always brushed off in favour of Sarah's. That's what got him mad. Did he even matter at all to somebody? Would somebody chase him around the fucking world?

He thought he could answer this question right away until he had met you.

You had turned his world upside down. You showed him what being loved felt like. Yet, for obvious reasons, he kept you at a distance, only showing up in your room when he'd feel like losing his mind.

And that's exactly what he had done that night too. The police was right around the corner and he needed to get Ward on the plane with his sister's little friends. Ward seemed reluctant to let him go, seeming intent to let him know something.

"You're the man now." He climbed your window, expertly getting inside your room as those words kept echoing in his head. He was in a turmoil of feelings and thoughts and all he wanted to do was forget, forget, forget.

You didn't expect him to appear in your room like that, usually he'd text you before presenting himself there- also because he'd much rather your house to be empty and for your parents to not hear the sounds he'd make you let out. But he just didn't seem to care about that right now, not when his father fucked around with his mind again.

He was standing in your room, near the edge of your bed, panting with his messy bangs covering his eyes. You were silent, the book you were reading was now completely forgotten on your lap as you parted your lips to ask him what was going on. But just as you did that he silenced you again, pressing aggressively his lips onto yours. His hands clawing and traveling on your body urgently, moving under your shirt, pulling the hem of it frustratedly as you weren't helping him that much with making him forget.

You stood there, taken aback as you didn't know what to do. You tried to kiss him back, but you gave up as he was being too aggressive.

The moment he pulled away, you were able to see his face for the first time. His eyes were two pools of stormy weather, his eyebrows were twisted in a frustrated expression. He let out a huff, getting up from your bed and turning away from you, mumbling about how useless you were. You knew he didn't mean those words, he was trying to take out his anger- or whatever the fuck it was he was having- on you, but still it stung, and you refused to let yourself be treated like that.

Normally you wouldn't have done it, or at least you would've thought twice before acting on your impulses as you knew how susceptible he was when in that state. But you got up as well and grabbed his arm and stopped him from completely turning away from you.

You notice right away the way he tightened his jaw, the way his eyes closed and he breathed through his nose, yet you didn't back down as you slowly made him turn back towards you. What stunned you was the way he wasn't opposing to it.

You waited patiently for him to open his eyes, and when he did you noticed the glassy surface of them. You were able to somehow read him sometimes, you could tell what he wanted by the way his eyes were, but right now? You felt like you were in a fucked-up dream after a night out.

You placed tentatively a hand on his cheek, cupping it softly, but he was quick to the deny that and turn his face away. You looked at him, your eyes screaming at him to tell you what was going on but he wasn't looking at you anymore.

You let go of his arm, instead you placed both of your hands on his shoulders and pushed down, making him sit down on your bed. You got in between his legs, and placed both of your hands on his cheeks, making him look up at you.

You were silent, the both of you, as you searched his eyes and searched inside them for something that could lead you on the cause of his behaviour.

"Take a deep breath and tell me what happened." Your whisper broke through the silence as you looked down at him. His jaw tightened again, he was refusing to be vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone you. And that stung too.

But just as you were about to give up for the time being and let him have his space, his hands snaked around your waist and he brought you closer to him until he could bury his face in your tummy, tightening his arms around you as he held onto you for dear life.

[foreheadkiss3s]

Hi! I love your Tate Langdon fic! I was wondering if you’d be ok writing a Tate Langdon x GN!reader request where the reader feels too anxious to eat regularly but tries to hide it from Tate. This could potentially be triggering so I totally understand if you don’t want to write it! Thank you :)

Hi there! Sorry it took me this long but I'm getting right down to it! Also, thank you for your feedback, I truly appreciate it, also I appreciate your requests so if you have any feel free to send them!! Whoever asked for this, I hope you enjoy it :))

TW : implications of ed, angsty.

You were laying down on your messy bed. Eyes fixated on the ceiling, silence deafening your ears.

You had come home from school earlier that day. You couldn't bear anymore the sound of people chattering, laughing, dropping things. Any kind of sound was triggering fits of pain in your head, and you couldn't focus on anything.

So you grabbed your things and went back home where you knew your parents wouldn't question you, since they were respectively both at work. Even Tate seemed to be gone, which was rather strange.

The silence was slowly but surely driving you mad, it had become too loud and if you couldn't focus on anything before, now your mind seemed to be stuck on one thing. You felt your stomach protesting, begging for something you had started denying for a bit now. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, trying to stir your thoughts somewhere else.

Suddenly, you felt feather-like lips leaving a soft trail of pecks from your forehead to your left cheek. Your eyes kept shut, you knew whose lips were those.

" Thought you wouldn't come home until later," His voice didn't seem to cause you fits of pain like the other previous noises. "Don't get me wrong, I like you much better here with me." He said as soon as you fluttered your eyes open and finally acknowledge his presence.

He was on his knees,-you presumed- near the edge of your bed, resting his chin on the edge of the bed, looking at you adoringly. " I was missing you too much." You said with a slightly tired smile cornicing your face.

His eyes seemed to melt right there. You noticed it.

A small part of him knew deep down that you were meaning to be sarcastic, but the other part- the massive one- was relishing in those words. You knew how much he needed you, yet you also knew how much he liked to be needed. Wanted.

Your eyes locked with his. Two pools of honey, warm, scorching, sweet. You closed your eyes again. It was as if you were truly drowning in honey, and perhaps thinking that had been a bad idea since once again your stomach started to protest.

You tried to act as if you weren't fighting a silent and internal battle against yourself, but perhaps your slight grimace or your furrowed brows gave you away because next thing you felt was his cold index finger attempting to smooth down the creases on your forehead.

"What's wrong?" His voice followed next.

You didn't answer, not properly at least. All you did was slowly shake your head once and let out a quiet 'mh'.

You didn't want to tell him. You didn't want anyone to know, but most importantly you didn't want him to know. It was as if your throat was held tightly in a grip, preventing you from speaking out, from thinking about it.

You didn't know how it started, perhaps a multitude of factors pushed you to that point, perhaps you simply didn't want to think about it since hiding it from the world was already eating you alive. But the more you dwelled on it, the more you felt like you were going to burst out crying like a child scraping the knee for the first time.

" You can tell me anything. " He said with that soft voice, slightly stained by concern. "Don't you trust me? I thought you loved me enough to share your secrets with me."

He was being unfair. Guilty tripping you into telling him what bothered you. But could you blame him? Perhaps he was concerned and the only way to know what was causing you to be that distressed was manipulating you into telling him. It wasn't even the first time that it had happened either though.

That wasn't the best way to go about things, and you tried to explain it to him a few times, but there was nothing you could do. He was like a scared cornered animal, he'd use everything to get out of situations that scared him. And perhaps, he had always been scared when it came to you. The idea of losing you for whatever reason scared him more anything else.

You hadn't given him enough credit, but he was really attentive when it came to you. He noticed a lot, even when you thought he didn't. He knew something was wrong with you for a while now, and he had really tried to resist his childish urge to invade your space by bombing you with questions until now. He was afraid, and he was willing to try every way to get through to you.

" I'm losing you. " His voice echoed in your room. You adamantly kept your eyes shut, you couldn't bear the look of his eyes. His voice was already thick with tears.

" I don't know what's happening to you, but you're shutting me out. You're different when you talk to me. You're not even looking at me right now. "

Just like that, you opened your eyes only to see his honeyed pools shed tears that ran down, striking his cheeks.

" Please, don't keep me out. Whatever it is, I'll fix it. I'll fix it for you, I'll fix you, I'll fix everything, just let me in please." His voice broke slightly and his tone became more urgent.

Your eyes mirrored his, warm droplets running down your cheeks.

Eternity passed and as he didn't receive a word from you he got up from his knees, made you scoot away slightly so he could lay next to you and rest his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around you in a tight grip as if he was afraid you'd disappear right in that instant.

His ear to your chest, hearing your heart break as you wrapped your arms back around him, deciding to finally let him in.

Hi again! I'm sorry for any eventual typos, please feel free to point out any mistakes or anything of the sorts!

[foreheadkiss3s]

tate langdon x gn! reader.

trigger warnings : really sad thoughts going through the readers mind. i let my drama queen take over and everything came out too dramatic.

angst/ fluff at the end if you squint your eyes really hard.

this is so messy, really, it’s just a drabble i wanted to put out but i think i’ll probs end up deleting it since i feel like it’s cringey. also, english is not my first language so whatever (and wherever) mistake you might find, please bear with me.

I know it might be confusing, or even worse, not make sense at all. but i just let my messy thoughts flow and that’s the result.

just to get things a bit more clear, tate is still alive and dealing with his situation back home while reader is the only friend he managed to make in high school. the reader was at the house, not the murder house ( let’s just assume the reader’s house it’s near that ) and tate just presented himself there after the reader became distant with him.

« I’m sorry. »

You know about those days, when you wake up and your eyes reflexively land on the window? And then they wander up, and get to notice the soft hue of the blue sky, lightened up by the sun? And it’s almost as if you could feel the warmth of the sun rays seeping through your window?

Perhaps it’s the warmth of the covers, the cozy feeling that you get every time when you just wake up and that later on makes you whine because you know you’ll have to leave that warm place soon to get up and get ready for school. But it’s almost as if you had a restart.

For five minutes— sometimes even less, it depends on how much it takes your brain to process the world outside of your mind again— you get to feel like you’ve just been reborn, and that everything would be alright.

But then it all comes crumbling down.

Your brain registers where you are, the reality you live, and the obnoxious routine you have to do everyday. Get up. Brush your teeth and hair. Skip breakfast because you’re always late. Get dressed. Go to school. Wish to get home during and in between classes. Get finally home, but then you get frustrated because it’s always the same damn thing.

You don’t know what it is that frustrates you, that angers you so much and sometimes even makes you cry. That drains you, leaving you so exhausted that you end up falling asleep only to wake up the next morning and experience the same thing again.

Perhaps, you think, that you’re crazy. Maybe you’re spiralling out of reality. Maybe you’re just being an ungrateful teenager. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybe you just want to sleep forever.

But, when you think you can’t take it no more, here comes Tate.

Sometimes you think he’s weird. Not in a bad way, you think he’s just.. weird. He’s one of the most pessimistic people you know, always looking down on the human specie and labelling it as some sort of stupid being. Yet, when it comes to the state you’re slowly falling in, he seems to suck it out of you.

You don’t know how to explain it properly— you don’t even understand it yourself, but it’s almost as if he is a sponge. Just by staying near you, he sucks all the darkness away. He’s like a black hole, but instead of absorbing everything he just absorbs your darkness. Or perhaps he’s just a little hypocrite that doesn’t allow you to be pessimistic just like he is.

Even though you know.. you know that referring to Tate as pessimistic is the least you could call him.

You hate it when he gets clingy, and that happens very often. Who are you kidding? it always happens, hence why you always resort to unkind ways to get him to leave you. You just want to be alone sometimes.

Tate might argue with you and say that it’s more than sometimes, it’s always.

You’re not a good person, you know that. You’re selfish and you don’t care who you’re hurting when it comes to you and the decisions you make.

You didn’t care when you started hanging out with a boy and spent less and less time with Tate. Why did you do it though? You still question yourself.

Yeah, he might be clingy, attached to your hip, dependant on you and the list could go on just like that. But he was the only one that showed you how much you mean, or perhaps, how much you could mean to somebody.

You never thought it possible that a being could be so much for another being.

Tate is your only friend. Even though you’re not sure of that anymore since all you did for the past few weeks—maybe month, was avoiding and ignoring him.

At the beginning it was just to get a little time alone. But then it started becoming more of an avoidance, and now? You thought you were avoiding him out of shame.

But he was your only friend, and you pushed him away for what? To test if you could feel something different than the void you were currently drowning in? How could you have been that selfish?

His eyes seem to be asking you the same questions as he stares deep down inside your soul. His kaleidoscope honeyed eyes.

« I’ll.. » a sob breaks his voice, and his attempt to hold back his tears fails, making the tears break through and fall down his cheeks like diamonds, «.. I’ll leave never bother you again if that’s what you want »

For the first time in weeks you feel something so authentically powerful that it almost knocks the breath out of your lungs.

You’re sat there, on your messy, still unmade, bed as you’re looking into his eyes. And he stares back at you almost as if he has already been there, in that position— unwanted and thrown to the side, times and times before. But still it causes him pain.

It’s a subtle but yet stinging feeling. Like a cut being slit open again by a sharp dagger with its blade covered in salt. It’s a swift movement, a methodical cut, because it always seems to be hurting in the same spot.

You don’t say anything.

« You’re just like her. » Constance. Tears stream down his face like pouring rain. His voice taking the resemblance of a wave as sometimes it gets higher and other times it comes crashing down, stopping abruptly to let his tears fall down silently.

Just like rain in the ocean.

Silence fills the room yet again.

« Please.. p-please.. » How come that he’s the one begging you and not the other way around? What is he pleading for?

You frown looking at him, still staring into his eyes like a stone cold bitch. And you might’ve even been one to someone else’s eyes. But not to his.

You were just as hurt and lost as he was.

He got down on his knees, sliding on them on the carpeted floor until he was by your legs, as you were still sitting down on your bed. He sobbed and sniffled as he got in between your legs and let his head slowly come down to rest on your lap. «..d-don’t leave me.

you’re the only thing I have left.. y-you don’t have to do anything just.. p-please.. please I need you. You’re everything to me.. I-I’m.. I.. »

How could you have let everything spin out of control?

You were sorry.

You were so sorry.

Your vision became so blurry, almost as if a plastic wall was swiftly building itself up on your eyes, until it broke down and you felt warm droplets of water strike your cheeks. You were sorry as you could see the hurting boy sobbing on your lap because of your selfish behaviour.

You didn’t know what had happened to you to get you to this point, to hurt mindlessly like that the only person that cared about you. But you knew you were sorry and you wanted to wipe everything you did away.

Your hand, slowly, made its way on his head covered by the soft honeyed hair. You let your fingers slip and comb through the strands of his hair while you finally felt something.

« I’m sorry. » a broken whisper left your mouth.

just wanted to apologize again as i’m sure it came out more cringy than anything, but if you have some advice to give me please feel free to leave a comment ( or just straight up tell me to stop writing and never do it again 🤪 ).