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seize the day, boys

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Pretty pls a request for Rafe 🥹🥹

You and Rafe fought bad over something: maybe becux he’s being emotionally unavailable, or he’s working too much, or you’ve both just been busy and out of synch. But you have a bad fight and it’s seems like it may be the end of you both.

You get in your car to leave and rafe holds himself back from stopping you Bec he’s so angry and thinks maybe you both need to cool off.

And as the hours go by he doesn’t think much of it and drinks his whiskey until he gets a phone call from the police, he was your emergency contact, not your own family but him. You had been in a car wreck, your car totalled.

Rafe rushes to the hospital to see you and apologises and begs you To never leave him again.

Sorry i wrote the whole plot! You can change everything if you want! I’m just desperate for rafe angst 😭����🏼

SUNDAY MORNINGS

cw: very angsty... thank u anon for this idea, i been cryingggg lmao.

sunday mornings had always belonged to them. no matter how bad the week was, no matter how loud the fights or heavy the silences, sunday mornings were sacred. pancakes burning on the stove, flour on the countertops, giggles echoing through hallways. rafe remembered it as clear as day, it was their first night together and that next morning she had awoken him to the scent of fresh fruit and syrup. it became their ritual shortly after, and even with the arrival of their daughter it continued. a cacophony of y/n’s and their daughter’s little squeals of laughter as rafe twirled them both around the kitchen. those mornings had been theirs, they were messy, beautiful, whole.

he thought about it now as he ran through the hospital corridors, heart hammering against his ribs so hard it hurt. they had fought before she left. stupid things, words neither of them meant, pride too thick to swallow down. she had slammed the door, and he had stayed behind, stewing in anger he didn’t know how to put out, reaching for the bottle of whiskey on the counter instead of reaching for her.

he didn’t even remember the drive over, didn’t remember parking, didn’t feel the broken skin on his knuckles from where he punched the steering wheel. when the call came in, when someone found her collapsed on the sidewalk, rafe had been half-drunk, half-mad, not even realizing how much time had passed. all he knew now was that she was here, somewhere, and she needed him.

when he burst into her room, she was awake, barely. her body was swallowed up by the hospital bed, machines beeping in a way that didn’t sound hopeful. a blood clot, they said. the doctors were trying their best, but he could see the pity in their eyes. they didn’t seem hopeful. she smiled so softly when she saw him. a thought crossed his mind of how beautiful she always looked, even now with tubes sticking out of her. she was so perfect.

rafe rushed to her side, falling into the chair, grabbing her hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to the earth. her fingers were cold. too cold. "i’m here," he breathed, voice cracking. "i’m right here, baby."

he didn’t even try to stop the tears. they fell freely as he kissed her hand, her wrist, any part of her he could reach. "i’m so sorry," he whispered over and over, "i’m so sorry, i love you, please, don’t leave me."

she didn’t say much. her lips parted, voice barely more than a breath. "i love you, always,” she said.

rafe nodded frantically, squeezing her hand tighter, leaning closer, trying to catch every last piece of her before she slipped away. "i love you more," he choked out. "i love you so much, i can’t.. i can’t do this without you."

her eyelids fluttered. her breathing hitched. and then she whispered, one last time, the words catching on a sob: "i love you both, never let her forget that.”

their daughter.

then her hand went slack in his, and the machines screamed, and nurses came rushing in, and rafe just sat there, frozen, with his forehead pressed to the back of her hand, begging, pleading, but she was already gone. they pried him away eventually, but he didn’t feel it. he didn’t feel anything at all, only that thick lump in his throat, as he fought to breathe.

sunday mornings were different after that.

rafe would wake before the sun, lifting his sleepy little girl into his arms, carrying her to the kitchen like she was something fragile he had to protect at all costs. he’d let her stir the pancake batter, let her get flour all over the place, let her dance barefoot on the cold tiles, laughing in a way that sometimes broke him apart and sometimes stitched him back together. he played the same songs. he wore the same stupid apron that y/n had once bought him as a joke. he smiled for their daughter, even when the grief in his chest felt like it would crush him.

and every sunday morning, when he flipped the first pancake, he’d whisper into the quiet kitchen, "she loved you so much, baby girl. she loved you more than anything."

and somehow, somehow, that was enough to keep going. even when everything else hurt.

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when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

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Heyyyy just wantedto say love your writing smmm!!!!

Idk if you also wanted recs for texts fics but maybe a cute best friend!Rafe being super flirty and sexy remarks that get reader flustered as a “texts with” post orrrr like reader who says she hates Rafe (she wants him so bad) and him texting her and teasing her 😮‍💨

texts w/ bestfriend!rafe x reader

anon i love this ideaaa!! i feel like they have a hate-love friendship so this makes for a perfect ending hehe

my library. part one. part two. part three. part four.

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hi sorry for disappearing, i got a puppy!!!!

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FADE INTO YOU

A RAFE CAMERON SMAU!

one . two .

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send me requests i want smth good to write ⋆˚꩜｡

will write anything from fluff to angst to smut, gimme ideas!

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5000 likes WHAT THE FRICK??!

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i fear i need drew starkey to call me baby just one time, please pleaseeee pls PLEASE pls plllleeaaaase ?

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my dreams on a nightly basis in one photo.

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jj coded texts with reader <3 he’s so silly <3

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY 🎉 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!!!!!! i hope u have an amazing day 🩷🩷🩷

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social profiles

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INTRODUCING... FADE INTO YOU.

A RAFE CAMERON SMAU!

social profiles . one . two . three . four . five . six .

Y/N moved to Kildare for college. She’s a little chaotic, a load of wholesome, and somehow fits right in with the Pogues.

No one expected her to end up on Rafe Cameron’s radar, not even her. But when her posts start slipping into his notifications, he can't help but hit the like button. And for someone who claims he doesn’t care, he sure keeps popping up.

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can you write abt bf!rafe being protective and comforting reader during a very severe storm which causes her to panic and their friends start to mess with her about being scared

Feel free to request more !! <3

the storm rolls in fast.

one second the house is full of laughter and loud music, the next it’s drowned out by the howling wind and a thunderclap that makes the lights flicker. you flinch so hard your drink nearly spills, heart jumping to your throat. outside, rain lashes the windows like it’s trying to get in, and when lightning forks across the sky again, it lights up the entire living room in a flash of white.

“damn, that one was close,” kelce laughs from the couch, tossing popcorn into his mouth like it’s no big deal. “you good over there, scaredy-cat?”

topper joins in, fake gasping, “should we get you a nightlight or maybe a thunder buddy?”

your face flushes with embarrassment, and you shrink a little deeper into the blanket draped over your shoulders. you hate storms—ever since you were a kid. but what makes your chest tighten now isn’t just the thunder, it’s the way your fear’s being turned into a joke.

rafe watches you for a second, his jaw tightening as you try to hide your discomfort. then, with a sharp breath, he stands up, eyes flashing.

“alright, enough,” he says, his voice low but with a sharp edge that makes the room go quiet. “what the hell’s wrong with you two? this isn’t funny.”

topper laughs nervously. “we’re just messing with her, man.”

“yeah? you think making fun of her is funny? well, here’s a news flash: it’s not.” rafe steps toward them, his presence looming in a way that has them both shrinking back.

kelce opens his mouth, but rafe silences him with a look, his tone turning darker. “you’re gonna knock it off, or i’m throwing both your asses out of here. got it? and i don’t give a fuck if you get caught out in that storm, since you both think it’s so funny.”

the room goes dead silent. no one moves.

“good,” rafe says, turning away with a look that says he’s not playing. “now, come on, baby.”

he walks back over to you, eyes softening the second they land on your face. he tugs the blanket tighter around your shoulders, offering his hand. “let’s go upstairs.”

you nod, relieved, and let him lead you away from the noise and the taunts, up to his room. the storm rages outside—lightning lighting up the walls and thunder rattling the windows—but inside his room, it’s quieter, the world outside muffled by the thick walls.

you sit on the bed, knees pulled to your chest, and rafe crouches in front of you, his hands warm on your thighs.

“hey, hey. look at me.”

your eyes meet his, and he brushes your hair back, his knuckles soft against your cheek.

“you’re safe, okay? i’m right here. nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

your lip wobbles, and you try to blink back the tears, but he notices. of course he does. he climbs onto the bed next to you, pulling you into his chest so your ear’s pressed over his heartbeat.

“that’s all it is, baby. just noise. can’t touch you in here.”

he keeps whispering like that—quiet, steady, reassuring—until your breaths slow down. his arms are strong around you, wrapped tight like a barrier against everything outside, and when the next thunder hits, all you feel is his hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

and if the guys knock on the door to apologize later, rafe doesn’t answer.

you’re asleep on his chest by then anyway.

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