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would you write dark!rafe x kidnapped!maybank!reader who’s developing stockholm syndrome & when the pogues find her shes worried about him cause jj hit him & he’s bleeding & doesn’t want to leave with them. rafe is all cocky about it but they forcefully take her home

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div below by @/miuji, div above by @/cafekitsune

WARNINGS: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, dark!rafe, fighting, mentions of guns, blood, like one use of the word “good girl.” Reader is hinted at to be a little naive/dumb… Yeahh… this is fucked up I love it

AUTHORS NOTE: this is definitely not an accurate representation of Stockholm syndrome, but I tried my best ! Not proofread

Technically, this wasn’t even supposed to be the plan.

Him and Barry were meant to barge in, cover both ends of the house, and steal their money back. If JJ was there, one of them would keep him down. It was a solid plan, in their opinion.

Although, they had forgotten to take another factor into consideration. You.

JJ had mostly kept you shielded from the world, despite you being his older sister, he still cared about you and wanted to protect you. You’ve already been through so much with your dad, why add onto it? You took care of him before, now he’s taking care of you.

You were sitting on the bed, a book in front of your face with no care in the world. You had your headphones on full blast, mostly to block out the noise of the broken fridge and the noise of passing cars along the road near your house.

“Looks empty.” Barry spoke, Rafe nodding at him, pursing his lips.

“I’ll cover the rooms.” Rafe spoke, his heavy footsteps walking towards the narrow hallway. He paused for a moment when he heard the sound of faint music playing through one door, pushing his ear to the door.

He pulled his gun out, cocking it, fully preparing for JJ to be there.

When he opened the door, he wasn’t met with the sight of the blonde boy. Instead, he was met with the sight of pink walls and a white bed, with stuffed animals lined all on the back.

You looked up at him, letting out a scream and dropping your book. You raced to the drawer you knew had a gun hidden in it, but he was quicker, grabbing your wrist and holding it in a tight grip.

He pinned you down onto the bed, causing you let out a cry that was muffled when he put his hand over your mouth.

“Shut up, shut up!” He whisper yelled, you looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Yo, Rafe! What the fuck happened?” Barry asked as he barged into the room, looking between you and Rafe. You were sobbing at this point, confused and fearful.

“Shit…” he said with a rather amused chuckle, “Looks like we got ourselves somethin’ better than the money.”

Rafe ignored him, turning to look down at you now.

“If I take my hand off of your mouth, will you scream?”

You shook your head frantically, him letting go and holding his hands up, still pinning you to the bed. You looked between him and Barry, fear evident on your face. “What do you want?” You sobbed out, your voice broken.

God, you were pretty when you cried, Rafe thought to himself.

“We want to know where your brother put our damn money.” Barry spoke from behind Rafe.

“What- what money? I don’t know why you’re talking about.” You answered honestly.

Barry tsked, “It’s a nice lil room you got here, princess. Would hate for somethin’ to happen to it.” He spoke, picking a stuffed animal up off your bed.

“I’m being honest! I swear! He-he said something to his friend about him taking it somewhere, but I swear, I don’t know anything else!” You exclaimed, Rafe staring down at you, lightly shoving you further into the bed when you raised your voice.

“Don’t yell.”

“Oh, we believe you, sweetheart. But that’s the problem. See, your brother owes us a debt. A large one.” Barry murmured, “And if we don’t get our money… well… we need to take something, you know? Just to let him know we’re serious.”

Rafe looked to him with a furrowed eyebrow now.

“No, no, no, no-“ you began, “Please- I can-“

“Shh. Shh.” He told you, pressing a finger to his own lips. “I get it, you know, rough situation. But, until your brother gets us that money, I’m afraid we’re still owed somethin’. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Barry looked to Rafe, nodding. Rafe got off of you, pulling you off of the bed, and grabbed your hands, using a bandana, JJ’s bandana, off the floor, tying your arms and legs, and dragging you out of the house and throwing you into his truck.

You overheard a conversation up front with the two.

“Nah, man, I can’t keep her-“

“Bro, I live in a fucking trailer park. You live in a goddamned mansion.” Barry pointed to Rafe. “I ain’t got no room at my place. And if the cops come lookin’ for her, they more likely to trust you.”

Rafe sighed, nodding for a moment. “Shit, shit, alright.”

For weeks you fought against Rafe, screaming and yelling at him whenever you could.

You were tied up to the edge of his bed, so he could always keep an eye on you. Most of the time, he got annoyed, lashed out, and ended up putting tape over your mouth to shut you up.

You got tired, exhausted of fighting him. And you found yourself… simply letting go. It felt so much easier to do that, so much easier to listen, just so you wouldn’t have to hear his abuse.

There was ever so often he had a little compassion and sympathy for you. He would spoon feed you when you found yourself not eating or refusing to, and he would untie you when you complained about how your wrists hurt, letting you roam around the house, with him by your side, of course.

He even started to give you rewards for being a “good girl” as he said, dessert, time outside with him, little kisses on the forehead. It was his way of conditioning you.

You became dependent on him during your stay at Tannyhill, forcing you to become even closer with the boy.

And honestly, you learned to like it. Because that’s what you had to do in order to survive.

While Rafe was much more lenient now, even letting you sleep on his bed with him, though still tyed up, there was one thing he would not let you have.

Screen time.

Your face was plastered on the local news, a sweet little picture of you and your brother, your arms wrapped around each other, with a beaming smile on your face.

Shoupe even got on the news to talk about latest developments in the case- and there was only one that pointed to Rafe.

One of your neighbors squeaked and spoke about how they heard screaming coming from the house after they saw a black pick up truck drive past them. The sweet old neighbors went to check on you, but you weren’t home.

JJ spoke desperately, pointing to the picture as well, before the news switched to some other story.

Rafe clicked his teeth as he watched the news story, turning off the tv and making sure all his doors were locked. There’s no way someone would pick up on that. A black pick up truck could be anyone on the outer banks.

Sarah was the one to point out the fact that Rafe had a black pick up truck, and it was then that they realized that they had stolen from him and Barry.

JJ hopped on his bike, revving his engine and breaking a few speeding laws as he drove to figure eight.

You were sitting on the floor when Rafe walked back in, he grabbed your wrists, untying you, and making you stand up. He threw you over his shoulder, you letting out a surprised yelp at the action.

As soon as he went downstairs, he heard frantic knocking on the door, shouting and yelling of his name. Your head shot up, recognizing the voice.

“JJ?”

“Shit.” He mumbled, looking around for a moment, before looking to a closet. He shoved you in there, you looking around the large closet. He turned off the light, you looking at him now.

He put his finger to his mouth, telling you to be quiet. “Stay here, alright? You know what’s gonna happen if you don’t.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, his warning hanging in the air as he shut the door to the closet, leaving you in the dark.

He walked to the front door, looking through the peephole to find JJ, Pope, John B, Sarah and Kie all standing outside. He was outnumbered, whether he’d like to admit it or not.

“The fuck do you want?” Rafe shouted, the pausing stopping for a moment.

“We know you have my sister!” JJ shouted angrily, “Where the fuck is she?”

“What? What are you talking about?” Rafe feigned confusion. “Are you serious right now?! You- you come here, asking me for your sister, a-accusing me of kidnapping her?! With no proof!” He stammered, his back facing the door, biting his nails, a nervous habit he’d picked up.

“You’re lying! Someone saw a black pick up truck at the house. We know it was you, Rafe!” Sarah shouted now.

“Listen, if you guys don’t leave, I’m gonna call the cops.”

“Then open the door! Prove it.” John B spoke now. Rafe thought for a moment, glancing at the hallway the closet was in, and sighing. He turned around, knowing they would be relentless and wouldn’t leave unless he opened the door, and turned the door knob.

“Happy?” He retorted, opening the door wide to show the empty house, although, it was then that JJ saw a figure peeking behind the wall.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed, your eyes widening and you retreating back inside, away from the door. Rafe looked back, his jaw clenching.

JJ bit the inside of his cheek, before he balled his hands into a fist, and threw a punch at Rafe.

Rafe chuckled as he took a step back, his hands going to his face, wiping off blood from his nose.

“You wanna go, Maybank?” He sneered, towering over the boy. He stepped outside, and got punched in the face again, before the both of them tumbled to the ground, John B joining in as well.

You watched the scene, your heart pounding against your chest and your eyes locked in on Rafe, getting hit and trying to hit your brother and his friend back.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You ran outside, shouting JJ’s name. He paused, all movement stopping to look at you. JJ got off of Rafe, going to hug you before you avoided him, stepping away from him.

Rafe had a small smile on his face, standing up as well. He stood next to you, you looking up at him with a small frown on your face.

JJ watched with his jaw slack as he watched you fret over Rafe, standing on your tippy toes and using your sweater sleeve to wipe the blood off his face.

“What the fuck? Y/n! He kidnapped you!” JJ exclaimed.

“Sorry, man. Guess your sister just…” he clicked his teeth, “likes me more.” He looked down at you with a cocky smile on his face, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You looked to JJ now, Rafe mumbling to you how he’s okay, and it’s nothing to worry about.

“Y/n… please- I know you want to go home.”

You glanced back up at Rafe, staring up at him for a moment, and turning back to JJ.

“He’s a good guy, Jay.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Rafe was grinning a like the chesire cat and the pogues looked even more confused.

“What the fuck?” John B mumbled under his breath, Sarah looking at Kiara with worry on both their faces.

In Popes mind, he was working out what this could be. That’s when it popped into his mind, the term. He’s learned it before through some book he read, his eyes drifting to Rafe.

“W-what? What are you talking about, y/n?” JJ asked, “Whatever- whatever mind control shit he did to you, it isn’t real, alright?”

“She has Stockholm syndrome.” Pope murmured, all eyes snapping to him now. Rafes eyes narrowed.

“Look, whatever bullshit you guys think I did to her, I didn’t, alright? So just..” he waved his hand, “go back to your side of the island, I don’t wanna see you here until I got my money, alright? Then we can talk ‘bout...” Rafe glanced at you. “But hey, that’s even if she wants to go back with you.”

JJ didn’t waste another moment, running towards Rafe and tumbling onto the ground with him, getting into the second fight of the day with him. You stepped back, shouting Rafe’s name, when you felt arms around your waist.

You screamed again, feeling someone pick you up off of the ground and throw you over their shoulder, you hitting your fists and kicking them.

“Let me go!”

John B threw you into the car, him shouting JJs name. They all got into the Twinkie, you being practically held down again, watching through the windows as Rafe stood up, his hand holding his jaw.

He panted, looking at the car, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

He would get you and his money back, he’s sure of it.

Taglist:

@moonssyrup @koibleufish @anamiad00msday @wearemadeofstardust0

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nah cause all i can think abt it rafe being an absolute DICKHEAD to everyone but you. like he 180 changes when ur around and it completely baffles everyone.

OOOOH yes. everyone tellin you “he’s a dickhead, I don’t get why you’re with him.” And youre like “wdym? he’s the sweetest boy ever.” because you nd him and literally like this everyday

his friends hate it sm. I imagine it would go something like this

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Everywhere Rafe went, you followed. His friends never had the balls to say anything and just let it happen.

At parties, he was drinking and leaning in his chair, talking to Barry, who currently smoked a joint. A man sat in front of them, offering them an amount of money for the gold from the cross.

Rafe shook his head at the offer.

“That all?” Rafe asked him, unamused.

“I mean,” the dude scoffed. “How much would you take for it?”

“This bar is at least 5 grand. If you don’t got the money, fuckin’ stop wasting my time.”

“How is that five grand?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, irritated as he shut the case the gold was kept it. “Yo, what the fuck did I just say? Stop wasting my time. Get the fuck out.” He nodded, the man scoffing and shaking his head, standing up and walking away.

Rafe seemed irritated, his eyebrows furrowed and his face rested in an annoyed expression. That was until he glanced up and saw you walking towards him.

The man that had tried to buy the gold pushed past you, making you furrow your eyebrows at his rudeness.

Rafe had seen it, his irritation and anger bubbling once again. You just shrugged it off as you continued your stride to your boyfriend.

And he saw your bubbly demeanor, bouncing around happily as you walked towards him with the sweetest smile. He melted, the corners of his lips twisting up to form a smile. You fell into his lap, clearly drunk as you slurred out his name happily, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Hey, baby.” He mumbled softly and quietly, hands rubbing circles on your legs.

Barry raised his eyebrows at Rafe, Rafe motioning for him to leave, his old glare back before he turned his attention back to you.

“You tired?” He asked you quietly.

“Yeah. Wanna go home, Rafey.” You whined and complained. And with anyone else, the nickname would have had someone 6 feet under.

“Alright. We’ll go home. Lemme just clean up here, Kay’?” He patted your ass softly, gently getting you off his lap.

“‘Kay.” You mumbled tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and waiting, but before he could even turn around to you, you were fast asleep on the couch.

He sighed, shaking his head and smiling again to himself.

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More of rafe-reader-sarah please, love it 💓

best friends brother Rafe is dear to my heart

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“Okay, so I had a-“ sarah paused her story when she opened the back door, her eyes going to the three boys in the pool.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked them. “I told you she was coming over today, and I told you-“

“Far as I’m concerned, my little sister doesn’t run the fuckin’ house.” Rafe scoffed, his eyes going to you, eyeing you up and down. His friends laughed, sounding like screeching vultures

You had a bikini top, with short denim shorts on. You clearly had intentions to go in the pool.

“We can… share…?” You suggested to Sarah when she continued to argue with him. “I don’t mind.” Rafe shrugged, looking to his friends, who didn’t seem to care too much.

“Fine.” She sighed, putting her stuff down on the table nearby. You and her peeled off the rest of your regular clothes and down into your bathing suits, hopping into the water with with Rafe and his friends.

The whole time, Rafe glanced to you, watching as you both laughed and giggled over something, and sipped on a martini on the side.

“Dude,” Kelce hit his arm, snapping him out of his daze momentarily.

“What?”

“You even listening right now?”

“Not really, no.”

Kelce groaned And Rafe rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I got the hottest girl on the fuckin’ island in my pool right in front of me with her tits hanging out and you expect me to listen to your dumbass?”

“That’s your sisters friend, that’s fucked up, man.” His other friend mumbled.

“So? You act like I care.”

“Jesus.” Kelce mumbled, shaking his head to himself.

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Babyproofed claws

req: I was thinking with Logan/Wolverine where he ends up having a little girl with the reader and for a while like a few months/a year she doesn’t show any signs of mutation until one day they see little baby claws come out of her hand🥹 like they don’t hurt her like Logan’s does since she was born with it. And reader loves her even more and reassure Logan that she’ll be okay and that nothing will ever change. So mostly fluff but a little smut at the end pile be amazing! Like not necessarily a full smut just like sexual tension about “baby number two” hoping they have reader’s mutation

Req by @supernaturalstilinski

Warnings: fem!reader, it’s said logan wasn’t born with his claws (not canon, swapped it out to better fit request) , I did tweak the end a lil, dad!logan not proofread, fluff mostly

MASTERLIST | KOFI

Throughout your pregnancy, Logan’s mind was consumed with worry for the entire nine months as he wondered if his mutation would affect her. The thought of her experiencing the same pain as he did terrified him, and he was willing to endure it a million times over again to spare her.

Everything went smoothly for a year, her first birthday a few weeks ago. He thought that she was safe, he thought that by some miracle, both of your x-genes hadn’t passed onto her. He should have known he was wrong.

It started off as a normal night, him waking up earlier than anyone else, padding over towards the kitchen in an oversized jacket and sweatpants. He turned on the tv, quietly letting out a grunt as he sat down on couch and sinking into the cushions.

He got a few minutes to himself before he heard little whines coming from the room, making him sigh, knowing his time was up. He stood up, to already see you standing up, groggily mumbling to her as you picked her up. You glanced up at Logan, murmuring a sleepy “goodmorning” to him.

He sits down next to you, gently wrapping an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. You put your head on his shoulder, both of you staring at your cooing baby in your arms.

As she lifted her hands in front of her face, you noticed a small glimmer of metal in the dim light. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and Logan's eyes widened in surprise. He practically flew up off the bed, switching on the light to make sure he wasn’t going insane.

“What the fuck?” You murmured, quickly pulling her hands away from her face, making her face contort up and she began to cry.

Logan was speechless, watching you examine the small metal claws, glancing up at him again. His eyes lingered on her.

“No, this… what? How? Her x-rays were totally fucking normal.” He finally spoke, watching her curious eyes examine the metal claws, tilting her head to the side. You still held her arm away from her face, just as confused as he was.

He then watched her retract her claws back into her hands, his eyebrow lifting when she let out a giggle instead of a cry.

You sighed in relief when you saw it didn’t hurt her as much as it had Logan. “Lo,” you turned your attention back to the man. He finally turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“Calm down.” You murmured, noticing how his eyes were about to pop out of the socket and his veins were about to bulge out of his skin.

“Calm down? Seriously? You’re gonna tell me to calm down? Our baby-“

"She's fine, okay? Look," you interrupted him and gestured towards her, causing him to look back at her once more. She was peacefully sleeping in your arms, and you carefully placed her back down in her crib. Logan stood with his arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This still doesn’t make any fucking sense.” He spoke, sitting on the bed next to you again.

“She developed it late.” You replied, cocking your head to the side, as both of you gazed at the crib. “But for some reason, It didn’t look like it hurt for her.”

“But how? I mean,” he choked out a laugh, “her skeleton is probably covered in fucking metal, and there’s fucking claws retracting in and out of her skin, and god only knows if she has regeneration. That shit is gonna hurt.” He raised his voice at the end, you turning to him with a glare when you saw her stir. “Sorry, but it just doesn’t make fucking sense.”

“I know that, logan.” You snapped, glancing at him. “None of this makes fucking sense. But lo, she’s our baby, we just need to help her. Love her.”

He held his face in his hands, shaking his head to himself. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his large frame, kissing the blade of his tense shoulder.

“Everything will be fine, she will be fine. It’ll all work out, Lo. It always does.” You murmured quietly to him.

He shook his head, mumbling “Fuck,” with a bitter laugh. “I can’t even be a good dad.”

“But you are a good dad. Logan, that girl loves you like crazy. Nothings gonna change that.”

He stared back into the crib, thinking for a moment. “How are we supposed to explain to her that she’s different from everyone else? That she’s not fucking normal and it’s all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself for this. And we’ll figure it out when that time comes. She’s a year old. We have time.”

He huffed, knowing you were right. You always were. He swore that being right was your mutation at this point.

She was peacefully asleep, mouth agape and chest falling and rising. A soft smile made its way onto your face, knowing that despite her mutation, you both would love her more than anything, you always will.

A few hours later, he was sitting with her on his lap, her giggling wildly with the small metal claws sticking out her hands, and Logan sticking foam on the top of them, baby proofing them for her, grumbling under his breath every time she kept jumping on his lap.

“There.” He murmured when he finished, watching her eyes go to the foam on her hands, making her eyebrows quirk in the way his usually did. He couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.

His smile disappeared when her claws retracted, the foam falling down. He groaned in annoyance, after taking all that time just for them to fall right off, shaking his head.

“Damnit.”

Once she was put back in her crib, both of you laying in bed, you murmur out something that makes him quirk an eyebrow.

“Maybe our second one will have my mutation.” You thought out loud, him looking at you.

“Second one, huh?”

You smirked, and he just smiled back, shaking his head at you.

“That would be nice.” He replied.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do Jace x younger sister! Reader, where reader inherited her mother’s white hair and purple eyes and is very beautiful so everyone wants to vie for her hand. And Jace is rlly angry bc this is HIS sister(lover), she belongs to Jace and Jace alone.

fight for you

A/n: Hi! Love this sm. I didn’t rlly know what to do so this is just a short blurb. if you would like a longer version you’re more than welcome to req anyone one ): sorry

Warnings: possessive!jace, canon typical incest

MASTERLIST | KOFI

Ever since you both were younger, Jace had always been protective and possessive over you. He had always been by your side, fending others away from you.

No one else quite understood it, but you looked up into his eyes and he felt that urge to protect you from everyone else.

It never left him, not even as he got older and matured into a fine young prince. He had denied other peoples hands in marriage, all in hopes that he would get to marry you eventually.

As you got older, people had begun to realize your beauty, taking after the valyrian look. Many had asked for your hand in marriage, and they had always failed, your mother not accepting it.

Little did you know, it wasn’t because of your mother. Rather, it was because of your brother.

Every time he found out, he told his mother that the man was not fit, and that you would not be fit for him. He fought for you each time, finding every little detail he could about the men who attempted to take you away from him.

He could not have it. He would not have it.

Jacaerys would fight for you his whole life if need be, because you belonged to him and him only.

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Reader x Rafe. They have been dating for about 2-3 months and have been intimate, but it’s always been on the rough side. This very day, Reader is doing something sweet/ thoughtful for Rafe “cus she thought about him” and it just melts his heart, and he realizes he is in love with her. So he makes love to her and is really really sweet. Hehe xx

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warnings: smut, mdni, p in v, sweetheart reader, like one use of the name baby, unedited

a/n: wooo I’m getting back in my grind. anyways I loved his request so much it was so sweet ugh.

MASTERLIST

dividers by @/plutism and @/xurengu0

Rafe was always rough. That was a fact. And you didn’t mind it. But today was the day you saw a change in him.

He’s out on a business trip, you’re sitting on the bed, making a bracelet for him that, waiting for him to come back any minute now. You looked up from the strings in front of you and at the clock, then picked up your phone. Nothing new.

You just sighed and continued to finish the bracelet, glancing up at the clock every once in a while. Finally, you held it up in front of you. It had both of your initials on beads on it, along with a little heart bead in the middle. You smiled at it.

Even if you felt like he probably wouldn’t wear it, you would.

You heard the door open, and you jumped at the noise.

“Y/n?” He shouted from downstairs. You pocketed the bracelet, practically running down the stairs. He was putting down his stuff when you came running to him, jumping into his arms. He laughed, patting your back with a smile, he moved to kiss you on the lips, his hands grabbing your face.

“Missed you too.” He remarked, you rolling your eyes and leaning in to kiss him again. It had only been a few weeks and yet, it felt like years.

“I made you dinner.” You beamed up at him when you pulled away, hands on his neck. He nodded. “Let me put this shit up real quick and I’ll be down, yeah?” He said, you nodding and getting off of him, and going into the kitchen.

You put the food onto two plates, putting them onto the table. You began to eat, scrolling through your phone a bit as you waited. He finally came downstairs, in nothing but his grey sweatpants on his hips. You quirked an eyebrow as he hopped into the chair opposite of you.

“Mm. This is good.” He murmured after taking a bite, looking at you. You smiled at him, both of you eating while he talked about his trip and you talked about what you did while he was gone. You both talked even after the food was gone, just sitting back and laughing with each other.

You both stood up, and went into the bedroom. You both cuddled on the bed when you suddenly remembered the bracelet you made.

“Oh! Also, I uh…” you reached into your pocket, fishing for the bracelet. You grabbed it and pulled it out with a smile. “Made this for you.“ you held it out for him. He took it, examining it. “You don’t have to wear it, I guess, I just got bored and I thought about you. But-“

“No, no, no, no,” he stopped you. “I love it.” He smiled at it. He put the bracelet on his wrist, tightening it with the strings. “It’s nice.” He said. And fuck, it tugged at his heart strings. That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for him.

He finally turned his head up to you, looking at you with a soft smile. “I love it.” He told you. Your smile widened, feeling relieved that he didn’t hate it.

“C’mere.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss you. His hand caressed the back of your head, and you let out a low moan when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

He moved so that he was now hovering on top of you, his lips still connected to yours. Your hands gripped his face, his on your sides.

You both pulled away, slightly out of breath when Rafe told you something you never quite thought you’d ever hear him say.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth going agape. “I…love you too.” You replied.

His hands went to your shorts, taking them off and throwing them somewhere on the floor. His rough lips were against your soft skin, gently sucking and kissing your neck.

You had a hand on the back of his head, his free hand below him shoving off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock was pulsing, the tip red and spilling out pre-cum. He pulled away from you, lips just above yours as he looked down.

He ran his cock up and down your pussy, you letting out a moan when it hit your clit with pressure. He smiled at your noises, looking back at you. He collected your juices on his cock, before slowly lining himself up with your entrance.

You cried out his name and he let out a groan, your arms wrapped around his body, nails digging into his skin as you breathed heavily against the boy.

He looked down at you, kissing your forehead. He wasn’t rough with you this time. He was being sweet, gentle.

He let you adjust to his size, waiting until you nodded until he slowly started to move. His cock slowly pushed against your walls, his hands moved to yours, lacing your fingers with his as he pushed in and out of you, his mouth agape.

His thrusts were slower, while still hitting deep. It was heaven.

“I love you.” He repeated, his hips meeting yours again. “Missed you… so fucking much.” He breathed out after, eyes boring into yours, looking at your face, memorizing every detail, listening to every sound that escaped your pretty lips.

“I got the… sweetest fucking girl on the island, don’t I?” He asked with a crooked smile. You looking back up at him, his words bringing you only closer and closer to that feeling.

His hands went down to your clit, you arching your back and letting out a moan. He rubbed slow circles on the button, you throwing your head back against the pillow.

You felt the pressure build up in your stomach, and he felt you clench down on him. He leaned down, kissing you again.

“Rafe.” You cried out.

“I know, I know baby. Cum for me.” He muttered, that was all you needed for the band to snap. You moaned out his name, and he let out a groan. He came inside of you, his seed painting your walls.

He sighed, pulling out and leaning his forehead against yours.

You started to giggle, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. “What?”

“I love you so much.”

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could you do more caregiver rafe? i love how you write him <3 thank u

thank you!! im not too sure what u meant by this buttt I hope it was something like this!!! dad!Rafe is the loml. I’m sorry this is short im in a writing slump rn and trying to get out of<3

nobody would have ever expected the rafe cameron to be such a softie for his family. The way he cared and loves his daughter was shocking to most of the Kildare residents who knew him.

He had changed his ways, he wasn’t the old Rafe anymore.

you both were home, simply having a lazy day and lounging on the couch, your toddler yapping to Rafe while he sat with her, the tv glowing in the back and the audio buzzing on.

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrow, she looked at him and continued her rambling. “That’s crazy, babe.” He said.

You smiled at their antics, losing all interest in the show playing on the tv screen as you watched them with all the love you think a person could have.

He had a smile of his own on his face as he looked down at her, an idea popping in his head. His hands moved, and he started to tickle her, interrupting her yapping and replacing the words into loud squeal and laughs, a large smile on her face as she tried to push him away with her tiny hands.

“Daddy, stop!!” She giggled out.

He mocked her words, making loud squeals of his own that made you quirk an eyebrow and laugh. He snapped his head up to you now, smile widening.

“Oh, don’t worry, mama, im getting you too!” You squealed when he went over to you, you laughing along with him, your daughter watching in pure delight as he tickled you now.

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omg LOVED rafe being a dick to everyone but you could you PLEASE do another longer fic of it hehe 🥺🥺❤️

I’d love to 😽 so sorry this took a while, hope u can forgive me !

𝒮𝒽𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓅

Rafe lowkey a bitch but 🤷🏽‍♀️, sassy Rafe LMFAOO

He was talking with Topper and Kelce at the country club when the girl came up to him, her voice was almost a squeal, high pitched and forced. It caused all the boys to stop their conversation, turning to look at who had spoken.

She waved to the boys, smiling widely. Topper looked her up and down, a small smile on his face as he nudged Rafe and Kelce. "Dude, she's fucking hot," Topper murmured to his friends, Rafe scoffing, folding his arms over his chest.

"No, she is not," Rafe replied, shaking his head.

"Yeah she is, are you blind?”

“Just cause you’re in love with your girlfriend or whatever, doesn’t mean she isn’t hot.” Kelce laughed, topper laughing along. Rafe hit both boys, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Shut the fuck up. Now." He grumbled out, turning back to the girl and watching her walk up to the three of them.

"Can we help you?" Rafe spoke before they could even open their mouths, his voice tinged with annoyance. Kelce and Topper furrowed their eyebrows at him.

"Well, I just wanted to say hi! I'm here for a while, and I don't really know anyone, and you guys see-"

"We don't care." Rafe interrupted her rambling, his friends looking at him with a look screaming "What the fuck are you doing?!"

Her smile faltered, and Kelce jumped in.

"What he meant to say was that we can show you around the island if you want. I know this awesome beach spot that-"

"No, I meant to say that we don't care, and you can move along. Please." Rafe told her, giving her a smile. She stared at him for a moment, scoffing.

"You're an asshole." She muttered out, walking away.

"Dude!" Kelce hit him in the shoulder, both boys looking at him for answers.

"Just because you're in love with y/n does not mean you have to ruin our chances of getting laid." He continued but trailed off when he saw Rafe walk away from them, and walk over to you, wrapping an arm around you and whispering something in your ear that made you nod and smile up at him.

Both boys watched Rafe and you leave, you waving bye to both boys, Rafe holding the door for you.

"I need better friends." Topper sighed, downing his drink and looking at Kelce who nodded along.

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5JzzgKNSxp/?igsh=MWFtbXV2aDF4ODZkcg== this and adding Rafe saying you deserve the bare minimum I still have 9 months to make up for and you pushed my baby out

ugh yes. Sweet!rafe is the loml.

Rafe would never thought he’d be doing this. In his wife’s hospital room, with his baby next to him. The old Rafe would never have done anything like this. But he wasn’t that person anymore.

He wrapped his arm around you, helping you stand up. “I gotchu, mama.” He told you quietly, helping you into the bathroom, you giving him a small smile and gently closing the door.

“You alright? Y’ got it?” He would constantly ask you. It sort of got annoying but you let him dote on it.

When you struggled to take off your hospital gown you sighed and called out Rafes name. He was quick to come to your side, helping you take it off for you.

Then there was that one day where you smiled at him. “You know, you’re so sweet when you wanna be.” You told him, as he was helping you carry the baby stuff out of the hospital.

“What?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“Cause I mean, you helped me walk, and then you got me food, and you helped me take a shower multiple times. You’re just… sweet.” You shrugged, looking at your baby in your hands.

“I mean, I feel like that’s the bare minimum.”

You looked up at him now, interested in what he was gonna say.

“Yeah. I mean- you carried her for nine months and shit, and pushed that fat ass head out of you. Had to do all that shit.”

“Will you stop calling your baby’s head fat?”

“Sorry. Sorry. But…” he shrugged. “Bare minimum.”

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RAFE AND READER DOING THAT SHOT GLASS TREND ON TIKTOK WHERE THE SHOT GLASS GOES IN ONES MOUTH AND THEN THEY FLIP IT ( i hope u know what im talking about😭😭)

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSS ANON.

It’d probably go exactly like this but i have to write sum about this so.

Fireball

Warnings- Alcohol consumption and im bad at describing things.

“You want us to what?”

“C’mon! Pleaseeee, Rafe? Look at them!” You motioned to the video playing on your phone. He sighed, rolling his eyes. “It’s cute.”

“Fine. Are you taking the shot or am I?”

“Me, obviously.” You spoke, already getting the small fireball out, opening it and practically shoving the other end in his mouth.

You set up your camera and the timer, the sound began to play and you slowly dipped down, his hands flying to your neck as he released his mouth from the bottle, and you downed the fireball like it was nothing.

He watched carefully, licking his lips and his hold around your neck steady until you took it out of your mouth. He smiled ever so slightly at you, both of you walking to the camera.

“That was hot.” He admitted once the video ended, you raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah?”

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Perhaps Reader and Zach have just started dating, it is fairly new. They are in the park playing fotball (she sucks at it) and Zach accidently kicks the ball in her face and she gets a concussion. Through out the ordeal of taking her to his car, taking her home, getting her to bed etc, he is very off, a bit moopy and sad, thinking he has fucked up his chance of dating her because he hurt her

accidents happen

warnings: concussions, injury, non-sexual nudity (like in a domestic, getting dressed kinda way), a lil bit of angst but mostly fluff + comfort.

a/n: this is so cute

MASTERLIST

“I knew there was a reason you brought that ball.” You joked when he suggested the idea, him smiling at your reply.

“You just know me so well.”

“I do.” You nodded, giving him a kiss on his cheek before he walked backwards, ball in his hands. “Go easy on me!”

He saluted you, both of you laughing while he dropped the ball to his feet, kicking it up into the air multiple times, then juggling it with his knees.

“You’re just showing off now!” You shouted from across the grass, him looking up at you and smiling with a small shrug, before grabbing it with his hands, and finally kicking it over to you.

You smiled, attempting to kick it back but failing miserably, only kicking it a few feet in front of you, before you sighed in embarrassment. Maybe football wasn’t your thing.

Zach didn’t laugh at you, instead, he told you to keep kicking it till you made it over to him. You did so, and he had it in moments. He held his hand out for you to high five, you holding out your hand and the both of you laughing.

“Not the worst I’ve seen.” He shrugged, you rolling your eyes.

“I never said I would be good.”

You walked back over to where you were before, and he smiled, waiting until you were ready to kick it over to you.

He hasn’t meant to exactly kick it as high up as he had, but as soon as he noticed, his eyes went wide.

He had regretted the kick as soon as he saw it fly into the air and your smile fade as soon as you saw it flying straight towards your face. You began to held out your hands to catch it, but before you could, the ball collided with your face in an instant.

“Shit.” He mumbled, bolting over to you when you hit the ground with a groan. He ignored the ball rolling away, his only focus on you now.

He kneeled down, seeing the way your eyes were fluttering open and closed, him staring down at you, his hand running through his hair as he looked around the park for someone to help. “Shit.” He repeated louder this time, grabbing out his phone to start dialing 911.

He grabbed your hand, beginning to talk to the dispatcher.

“Zach?” You murmured, your eyesight blurry and confused as to where you were for a moment.

“Hey, hey, baby. I’m here, I’m here. You’re okay.”

“What happened?” You asked him with a quiet voice, attempting to sit up before he told you to lay back down.

“Uhm- just stay there, sweetheart.” He told you, you listening with furrowed eyebrows.

“Just… no, no, she’s not bleeding.” He spoke on the phone, checking the back of your head and your forehead, you furrowing your eyebrows.

“Yes. Thank you.” He sighed out, you looking at him with confusion on your face.

The dispatcher told him to stay on the phone, so he put it on speaker while he helped you sit up again, you wrapping your arms around him, taking him aback.

He let you wrap your arms around his body, leaning into his shoulder, until the ambulance came by.

They came up to the both of you, truck not too far away, parked on the side street.

“Hey,” Zach nodded to the woman, who looked down at him. Zach slowly moved, peeling you off from him, and watching as they asked you multiple questions, feeling around your head, and your neck.

Zach watched nervously, biting his fingernails while he watched.

“Does it hurt when I push?” She asked you, to which you nodded.

“Do you know what park you’re at?” She asked, you glancing around, looking at Zach. You nodded again, saying the name of the park. “Do you remember what you were doing before you got hit?”

You still stared at Zach, nodding again. “I think… I was playing soccer? I don’t remember that well.”

Zach nodded at you, sighing in relief that at least you didn’t have memory loss.

“How are you feeling right now?”

“My head really hurts… and I feel a little dizzy.”

“Do you think you’d be able to stand up and walk to my truck?”

“Yeah… I think so.” You told her, she smiled and held her hands out, helping you stand up and walk, Zach following right behind.

They made you fill out a list of symptoms, even more questions and tests, questioning your boyfriend as well to know what happened.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you both were done and you were cleared to go with Zach.

“So, she has a mild concussion at the moment.” The woman explained, him swallowing and nodding, listening to her explain. He felt terrible, and he wanted nothing more than to reverse it.

“Now, it doesn’t look like her symptoms are severe, so as long as they aren’t persistent, and last longer than usual, she should be okay. Just make sure she takes it easy and rests. And if anything gets worse, make sure to take her to the emergency room.”

He nodded, watching you walk up to him, and get closer to him, tiredness visible in all your features.

The ambulance drove away, him sighing and cupping your face in his hands.

“I am so… fucking sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to do that. Like at all-“

You didn’t reply, just giving him a small smile, him giving you another fake one, putting his hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the passenger seat.

He stood outside for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose, annoyed and frustrated with himself. His leg bounced while he drove, the silence in the car slowly killing him. He glanced back at you every once in a while, making sure you were okay, that you were still breathing.

Once he pulled up to his house, he got out and opened the passenger door for you, you staring at him with a dazed smile on your face. He held his hand out for you, helping you out of the car and onto the pavement.

“Are your parents home?” You asked him, him furrowing an eyebrow.

“Out on some vacation.” He replied, pulling out his keys and opening the front door.

“Do you want something to eat? Or drink?” He asked you while kneeling down in front of you to untie your shoes.

“I guess.” You replied, although you wanted to go to sleep, you were hungry after the exhausting day. “Can I get like a tylenol too? My heads killing me.” You mumbled the last part, your hands massaging your temples.

He went into the kitchen, making you the quickest meal he could think of while you sat in his bed.

As he grabbed the tylenol, he swallowed, sighing to himself as he poured two out of the container. He was the cause of it, he was the reason you felt like shit. He was never gonna stop beating himself up over this.

He went into the room, handing the bowl, and a water bottle to you as well as the two pills.

You gave him a small smile, “thank you.” You told him quietly, before beginning to eat. He nodded, giving you a smile back before going into his drawers, searching through his clothes to find something you could wear.

He ended up just giving you a pair of his boxer shorts, as well as a baggy white shirt. After, you stood up to get changed.

Despite saying you didn’t need it, he helped you get dressed anyways. The whole thing felt so… weirdly intimate. It felt domestic.

Zach’s mind continued to wander, thinking about how he was such an idiot, how you probably hated him while you thought of how amazing he was, how he was the sweetest man you think you’ve ever been with.

The both of you got underneath the covers, him staring up at the ceiling while you stared at him with your head slightly tilted to the side, a frown on your face.

“What’re you thinking about?” You asked him quietly, him turning to face you, shaking his head.

“Nothing.”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I’m serious. I’m fine. Go to sleep, don’t worry about me.” He mumbled.

“No you’re not, you’ve been off the entire day today.”

“I’m sorry. I just… it’s not you. I just feel bad. And I feel like shit, and I feel like I screwed everything up. But-“

“Zach, you didn’t screw anything up. It was an accident.”

“But- I gave you a concussion. I am the reason you feel like shit.”

“Yeah, you did. But it’s okay. I know you didn’t… mean to. Zach, you’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.”

He had a slight pout on his face, moving closer to you now, wrapping his arms around you, you moving your face into the crook of his neck.

“I love you. So much.” He murmured quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“I love you too. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He replied, his mind finally at ease with your words.

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ski trip

full req here | requested by anon

warnings: awkward reader, ntm tbh!

MASTERLIST

A three day skiing trip, where students from all ages and grades would be. 200 people. It sounded chaotic to you, but, your friend had been pushing for you to go, practically begging. It took her a while, but eventually, you crumbled.

Before leaving, you searched the resort up, sighing softly as you clicked and read through the website. You noticed that it said there was a hot tub, your eyebrows raising.

That’s what led you to pack your bathing suit, as well as the warmest clothes you owned. You grabbed your backpack, as well as a cup of coffee, before leaving and meeting up with your friend.

“We are gonna have so much fun.” She told you with a squeal, you nodding at her with a small smile on your face.

At the resort, you were paired up into groups of 8. With 2 people in each room, you and your friend decided to sleep in the same room, obviously. The first night was for unpacking, the second night, skiing.

As soon as you stepped outside, the frigid air enveloped you like a blanket would. There was the trees standing tall, their branches laden with glistening white snow. You wrapped your arms around yourself, a rather futile effort to stave off the shivers that threatened to creep in, despite being bundled up in thick layers of your clothing.

Your breath created soft clouds in the air as you chatted with your friend. With every step toward the rental shop and the slopes ahead, a surge of excitement bubbled within you, making your heart race in anticipation.

After renting the skis and walking to a slope, you and your friend both put the goggles on your heads before rushing down the slope, laughing together.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon and the light disappeared, the of the skiers slowly faded as they began to gather their gear, ski poles clinking and boots crunching on the icy ground.

One by one, people made their way inside, seeking the warm refuge of the lodges.

You and your friend took off your boots, sighing and flopping onto the couch with the rest of the group, everyone chatting about their experiences.

You had another idea in your head now that your limbs were sore and you were spent. You glanced outside, and at the hot tub outside.

You threw off all the layers you had on, and put on your bathing suit instead. You grabbed a towel, wrapping it over your body and quietly sneaking out of the lodge, pulling the sliding glass door behind you closed.

You took a sigh of relief as you stepped into the hot tub, your towel hanging on the edge of a rocking chair nearby. You had your knees pulled up to your chest, closing your eyes, you felt at peace.

Your peace and silence was interrupted by the noise of the boys sliding glass door opening, making you shoot your head up to look up.

You were met with the sight of Zach Maclaren, famous soccer superstar at the school. You swallowed, and your first instinct was to get up and run before he could see your face, but, before you could do that, he had turned around with a shocked look on his face when he saw you.

“Sorry. I didn’t know anyone was out here.” He spoke with a raspy laugh, your cheeks already burning up. You just gave him a small smile and nod.

“Is it uh… cool if I get in with you? It’s cool if not, but-“ he scratched the nape of his neck, a friendly smile remaining on his face as he spoke.

“No, no, you’re fine. I don’t… like own the hot tub.” You said with a small awkward laugh, him laughing along with you while he took off the towel that hung around his hips.

You stared at him, your mouth going slightly agape as you realized just how buff he was. His abs, and the way his biceps flexed with every small movement he made.

Zach Maclaren was hot.

He looked back up at you, now in only his swim trunks. He got into the hot tub, sitting on the other side of you.

"I'm Zach." He spoke, you staring back at him.

"Y/N." You replied.

He cast occasional glances in your direction every once in a while. As he sank deeper into the cool depths of the water, you felt an instinctive urge to look away, to avoid the weight of his gaze.

He cleared his throat, “So, uh, what brings you here, at this hour?” He asked you, you finally looking at him. He looked into your irises, a small smile making its way into his face when you began to speak.

“Oh, I just- you know, wanted to get away…” you stammered out, him nodding. “What… what about you?” You asked, unconsciously sinking into yourself even more, your arms and your legs hiding your stomach.

“Me too.” He nodded, his arms folding over his chest. “It’s nice out.” He murmured, finally tearing away from your eyes and looking at the stars behind you, you glancing behind you.

“It is.” You spoke quietly, feeling his eyes back on you when you were looking back. Your heart was in your stomach, your mind racing. You just cast your gaze downwards, turning your body to face forward again. You stared at the ripples in the water as if they were the most interesting thing ever, staring down at your legs and the way you hugged yourself.

"I've never... seen you around." He told you, you looking up at him, wondering what he was getting at. "What's uh... your major?"

"It's... embarrassing." you started.

"It can't be that bad."

"It's creative writing." You said with a small shrug, him smiling at your answer and the way you were slowly warming up to him.

"That's not embarrassing at all." He assured, a toothy grin making its way onto his face. "I think that's actually cool."

"Thanks." You felt warm at his compliment, you genuinely smiling back at him. You both stared at each other for a moment with smiles on your faces before you shook yourself out of it. "What... What about you?"

"It's not nearly as cool as creative writing... but, business. I'm only in it because I needed to major in something to play a sport."

"What do you mean?" You asked with a laugh, him quirking his eyebrows. "Business is cool. There's nothing wrong with that."

He didnt expect that reply, his lips forming a slight pout as he thought, he looked down now. You felt regret when you saw him look down, wondering if what you said had made him feel awkward.

"Yeah, it can be cool." He mumbled.

"Yeah." You nodded.

"So, uhm," He started, looking back up at you now. "What made you choose writing?"

You and him both talked for what felt like hours, conversation flowing naturally as if you'd been friends for years. It was refreshing for him, to have a real, meaningful conversation with someone despite just meeting them not too long ago.

"I gotta say," you spoke while you both laughed together, "you are not how I expected you to be. Like at all."

"Really?" He hummed. "How did you expect me to be?"

"Honestly? Kind of douchey. Sorry."

He laughed, smiling. "Yeah, I get it. Popular, hot, soccer superstar? Totally douchey sounding." He replied in a joking tone.

You had to laugh at that. He watched as the corners of your mouth lifted up and he swore he could go insane at just the sound of your voice.

He never thought he would have this reaction to a girl he just met, he never thought he would feel connected to someone so quick, but something about you was having him replay the sound of your laughter and the soothing song of your voice while he laid in bed later that night.

Zach Maclaren knew he had to have you that night, he knew he had to hear that sound again.

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mayhaps…feral logan…please with cherry on top

🤍

AHHHH YES

𝜗❀᧓ Imagine when he comes home after a rough day, and you quickly pick up on his agitated mood, as you always do. You gently ask about his day, but he just mumbles a half-hearted "alright" and sits down to have his dinner.

𝜗❀᧓ you, knowing logan oh so well, kissed him, teased him, until he couldn’t take it anymore. A low growl from his chest, and you already knew you were in for it.

𝜗❀᧓ you already knew logan and how rough he could be, you usually let him, especially when he was having bad days like this </3

𝜗❀᧓ it’s sinful, the way he sinks into you, low grunts directly in your ear, the way his hands dig into your hips, and the way he’s mumbling something about how you’re his good girl.

𝜗❀᧓ his thrusts are rough, hips snapping against your skin, the bed creaking underneath the both of you. He’s broken more than one, and you have no clue if this one’s gonna survive after tonight.

𝜗❀᧓ He’s biting into your neck in the way a rabid dog would, leaving a love bite in its wake. His eyes are trained on you, your face, your body.

𝜗❀᧓ his hands go to your clit, rubbing the button fast, you practically shaking underneath him, causing his smirk to do nothing but widen.

𝜗❀᧓ both of you cumming harder than you swear you ever have before <3 he’s murmuring in that gruff voice of his how good you’re doing for him while coaxing more out of you.

𝜗❀᧓ yeah… you’re not walking tmr.

𝜗❀᧓ but he does give some good aftercare yk.

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Saw you took D&W- Gambit requests. 💜

Would you consider a mostly fluffy one where Reader was in the Void, caught feelings for Remy, & somehow got separated from him in the transfer to Wade's timeline, so they reunite after each thinking the other didn't make it? Like maybe Reader never outright said how they felt till after they thought they'd lost Gambit? Something like that.

🏆 Thank you! 🏆

separated

A/n: love this more than you know anon

Warnings: did a lotttt of canon switching for this one. So… yeah. Fem!reader, mentions of wounds and blood

REMY MASTERLIST | KOFI

“Oh, look at them. They’re so adorable together.” Wade pointed to the both of you with a smile on his face, Logan furrowing his eyebrows.

“They just met.”

“Have you ever seen any disney movie ever? Love at first sight? I’m just glad my girl is finally getting some. About time. After that one breakup…” he rambled on.

Logan didn’t reply, just rolled his eyes and tuned him out, eyes glancing back up at the both of you.

The crackling of the fire filled the air as you sat next to him, feeling the warmth radiating from the flames and his leg touching yours. In that moment, the worries you had about Cassandra Nova and the desolate wasteland around you faded away.

He sent you a small smile, eyes lingering on your lips for a little too long when you laughed. It’s only been a few days, and he swears he’s known you his entire life.

He’s never felt this way before, the feeling foreign to him. It makes his heart pound and his soul yearn.

And everyone can notice it except for you, how hopelessly in love he is with you, and you him.

During the battle, he’s sending you a smirk, both of you working together to kill them all.

You stand by his side until you’re suddenly pulled by Wade into the portal, Remy holding a hand out, as if to try and stop him from pulling you in.

Wade assured you that he was probably okay, but let it slip that maybe, just maybe he was dead. He immediately covered his mouth.

You stared at Wade, the thought not crossing your mind in your shattered state.

The belief that he was dead, the simple idea of it, had you sulking in your bed, grieving for weeks. Wade had come into the room throughout the time, giving you food, telling you stories, speaking about whatever he could to hopefully crack a smile.

“Nice talk.” He murmured out, patting your arm while he stood up, sighing and shaking his head to himself.

“No luck?” Logan asked him when he walked out, switching through the channels on the tv.

“No luck. Still depressed as ever.”

Logan thought for a moment, pausing on one of the news channels.

“Why don’t you just do the portal… finger thing. Go back to the void.” He shrugged, “see if he’s alive or something.”

“Portal finger thing… haven’t heard that one before.” He said suggestively, Logan rolling his eyes at the man.

“You’re disgusting.” He murmured, standing up from the couch and into the kitchen.

But the more Wade thought about it, the better the idea sounded.

That’s how he ended up dragging the bloodied, heavy, and tired cajun into his apartment.

“Okay, there we go.” Wade grunted out, carrying him to the table.

You strolled out, not paying attention when you walked out your room. Wade smiled, standing next to the man. You didn’t see either of them, still staring down at your phone as you walked past them and into the kitchen.

You didn’t know he was there until he let out a pained little murmur of “cher?”

You spun around at the sound of his voice, your phone dropping and your eyes widening in surprise. Wade still stood next to him, proud smile on his face.

“Sooo… happy birthday.”

You were speechless, only stuttering out a very quiet “Remy?”

“And me.” Wade chimed in.

Logan also came walking out, his eyebrow quirking at the sight of him bleeding onto the table.

“He’s- he’s bleeding!” You told Wade.

“Yeah, had to carry him in. He’s extremely heavy too. I’m convinced he is all muscle.” He spoke, you rushing to his side.

“Ah, it’s jus’ a scratch, don’t worry ‘bout me, cher.” He told you with a wave of his hand, small smirk on his face.

You shook your head at him, going into the kitchen and grabbing the first aid kit stashed in there.

“Why are you hiding first aid kits in my house?” Wade asked you with a quirked eyebrow.

“In case I needed them.” You shrugged it off, pulling out some of the things that you needed. You grabbed a rag, Wade groaning at how much of his kitchen supplies would be ruined after this.

You ignored him, focusing on the man who laid out in front of you. His injuries weren’t bad enough to be fatal, thankfully, but they still could probably very easily get infected.

He stared up at you while you cleaned off his wounds. You glanced down at him, offering him a small smile.

“Can you take off your… suit.. thingie?”

He raised his eyebrows at your words. “Ah, if you wanted me to take my clothes off, you coulda said t’at.” He said with a laugh, sitting up to pull off his jacket and his body armor.

You rolled your eyes at the man, lightly shoving him back down when it was done.

“You know, you worried the shit out of me, Remy.” You told him quietly, beginning to clean the wounds that were littered across his body.

“I’m sorry, cher. I didn’t mean to do dat to ya.” He spoke sincerely. “But, if ‘t makes you feel better, I worried ‘bout you more.”

You sighed, damn him and his charm, you thought to yourself.

After you had finished cleaning his wounds, he sat up on the table, looking at you walk around the kitchen for a moment before turning to him, offering him a cup of water, which he gladly took.

“Reunions are always my favorites.” Wade spoke dreamily, his elbows propped up on the table next to Remy, staring at the both of you with a smile.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the man.

“Except for family reunions.” He shuddered at the mere thought. “Disgusting. But… this is too cute. And I think we should all-“ he trailed off, still rambling on as he went into the kitchen, opening up the freezer.

“You wanna go up to the roof?” You whispered to him, to which he quickly nodded at in reply, hopping off the table and grabbing a random sweater strewn around while you both left.

“God, I’m just so excited that- and they’re gone. What the hell? Where’d they go?” Wade asked himself, a tub of ice cream in his hands. He sighed before his eyes landed on Logan, who had walked out at the worst moment possible.

“Peanut! You’re here!”

“What?” He grumbled out.

“Since y/n and her hot boy toy left, we are gonna have a movie night.” Wade practically dragged him out, ignoring his protests.

You giggled as you practically dragged him up the stairs, pushing past the doors and leading him to the edge of one of the buildings.

You both sat next to each other, legs dangling off the edge. He looked at you, soft smile stuck on his face.

“What?” You asked him, noticing his staring. He shook his head, looking ahead again. Both of you stayed looking at the stars for a moment, the sound of passing cars and chirping crickets filling the air.

“I… I thought that you were dead.” You told him finally, still staring ahead.

“I’m here now, ain’t I?” He turned to you now, his head slightly tilted.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed, “obviously. But…” you trailed off.

“Hey,” he nudged your shoulder with his own, making you look at him. “T’ey gonna need a lot more than dat to take me out.”

You chuckled again, him cracking a smile at the sound of your laughter.

You both stared at each other, gazing into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity. He was the one to make the first move, his hand gliding off of the cold cement underneath him, and moving towards your face, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitched when he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over yours.

You were the one to smash your lips against his, shutting your eyes. Your lips moved against each other, finally getting the one thing you’ve been longing for.

You pulled away after a few moments, both of you softly panting, his hand still on your face, your lips still close to each other. “Is now a good time to tell you that I like you?” You asked him, him chuckling, pulling his hand away from your jaw.

“Remy likes you too, cher.” He told you. You sighed in relief, him turning to look back out at the stars. He pulled you closer to his side, and you put your head on his shoulder.

A/n: fuck yeah dude, this is what I call a comeback after not having written in forever

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heyy! so this might be so random but i saw something on tiktok that made me think of it. how do you think dad!rafe would react to seeing that creepy shit on baby monitors? like when it looks like the baby’s being pulled or something that looks like a ghost? or it could be totally different and be some stupid kid hacking it and saying shit through its speaker.. i’d write it myself but don’t think i’d do it justice😅

hacked

A/n: IM CRYING THIS IS SO AMSING 😭.

Warnings: mentions of creeps once… that’s it rlly

MASTERLIST

It was an easy night, with your baby girl being surprisingly calm all day, it was like a breeze to put her to sleep in her cradle.

He got underneath the covers with you, you already fast asleep next to him. He had a small smile on his face, going to wrap his arms around you at the same time he glanced at the baby monitor next to you.

He furrowed his eyebrows, his arms stopping mid-air as he heard the baby monitor with concern on his face.

It sounded like a heavy breathing, along with a scratching noise.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled to himself, quickly sitting up in the bed.

“Babe, babe,” he whispered, shaking your resting body in an attempt to wake you up.

“What…?” You groaned out, your eyes still shut as you stretched.

“There’s some weird ass noise coming from the monitor-“

“What?” You sat up quickly, listening along with him. You heard it as well, when you suddenly heard a womans voice whisper incoherent words, along with a boy making some sort of whale… noises? You couldn’t place it.

You and Rafe practically shot up, Rafe grabbing the nearest thing he could use as a weapon, which was really just a glass bottle, before he bolted to the room.

He turned on the light, stepping into the room first, you following behind him.

Your baby was still asleep, thankfully. You and Rafe looked around, practically turning the entire place upside down, making sure that no one or nothing was here.

Rafe checked the windows, still locked. He also checked the alarm system, which was still working perfectly fine, and looked as if nothing had happened.

Still, Rafe had told you to stay in the nursery with her until he could finish checking the entire house. You slumped into the chair, rubbing your eyes and yawning quietly.

You waited for what felt like eternity, Rafe finally coming back into the room. “Nothing.” He spoke, shaking his head.

It finally clicked in your head, you moving over to unplug the baby monitor quickly.

He furrowed his eyebrow at you, before you explained to him.

“I’ve seen videos where this happened and I guess they can get hacked if they’re connected to your WiFi.” You explained, him narrowing his eyebrows.

“Wait- so someone hacked into the WiFi?”

You nodded, glancing at your baby in the crib and the monitor on her stand.

“Does that mean someone could have like- been watching her?” He asked, the mere thought of it enough to make him angry.

“Or us.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s probably just some dumbass teenager playing some prank on us, okay?” You mumbled, putting your hand on his shoulder, “Let’s just… go to sleep, yeah?”

The next morning, the neighbors were knocking at the door, their teenage son and younger daughter standing with guilty looks on their faces.

“Hey, Mr and Mrs Hart, what can we do for you?” Rafe asked with a tired smile on his face, his voice raspy with sleep.

You stood next to him with your baby girl on your hips, giving them both smiles and greeting them.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m afraid we caught our children playing a prank on you last night, and they had something to say.”

“We’re sorry, Mr and Mrs Cameron. It won’t happen again.” They both murmured in unison, you and Rafe looking at them with confusion on your faces.

“Wait… the baby monitor, that was you guys?” You asked.

The boy nodded sheepishly, his hands going to the back of his neck.

“Well, thank you, kids.” Rafe said with a chuckle. “I’m glad you told us. I was one more thing away from calling the police.”

They both looked up at him now, mouths agape.

“We’re so sorry, again, guys. I’ll make sure that they get punished for this.” Their dad spoke, you and Rafe waving goodbye. Rafe shut the door, raising his eyebrows.

“Honestly, I’m relieved it’s them and not some weirdo.” You spoke, him letting out a chuckle, nodding in agreement.

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I feel like if Pope and JJ were in a relationship with reader at the same time and with each other their fave sex position would be what I like to call "the sandwich"

Reader laying on her back, JJ fucking her and then Pope fucking his ass bc JJ Maybank is a switch and y'all know it

holy shit anon I LOVE TUIS.

jj is in heaven, pope is in heaven, YOURE IN HEAVEN. it’s perfect. sometimes they’ll switch but I think you’re correct, JJ prefers having his ass fucked by pope :3 cuz he’s a lil brat sometimes and pope needs to put him in his place from time to time. he is a big switch indeed !

or he’ll be eating you out while having his ass fucked… mm… yes pls !

since they call it “the sandwich” it’s like an inside joke between the three of you. it will be a normal conversation and John b would be like “yall want a sandwich?” while ordering something or whatever and jj will ask again, looking specifically at you and pope.

“You guys want a sandwich?” He asks suggestively with his eyebrows raised, you laughing your ass off while Pope stares at him with his arms folded, his eyes wide in shock.