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Do you write for the scream franchise??

Hii! I currently don’t but only cause I haven’t seen it yet!

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Ummm I don't know if you have an account on AO3 but if not someone stole your work, just thought you should know

Hi! Yes if it’s Oopsie_loki than that’s my ao3 account. Thank you for reaching out to me ❤️

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I’m so sorry 😂❤️

There is no more home - Dark!Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS: Major death, depression, alcohol abuse, loss of child.

This is part 2 to Lets go home! thank you to one of the amazing readers for the idea of part two with Rafe spiralling ❤️

Part 1

After the death of the love of his life, how does Rafe cope?

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Rafe was spiraling, he couldn’t get control of himself and everyone around him had to just watch as this car accident of Rafe’s life was happening before them, and there was nothing they could do to save him from the wreckage.

The day of your funeral no one thought Rafe would make it. As they lowered the two caskets side by side into the ground, Rafe forced himself to endure the torture of watching and being fully present as the loves of his life were put to rest.

With silent tears streaming down his cheek, he kneeled in front of the grave as his eyes fluttered taking in the two caskets, he grabbed a handful of soil before sprinkling it gently on his girls.

But that was all Rafe could handle. He lifted himself from the ground and ignored the calls of his name from his family and friends and walked back towards his car. 

The pain he felt was so physical, he never knew such hurt in his life… he didn’t know this was possible. 

Quickly getting into the car Rafe felt as if his knees would buckle if he walked any further, not that he cared… his mind landed on the thought of falling onto the dirt above both your graves and just withering away until he was with his family once again.

“FUCK!” He screeched, fists pounding on the steering wheel as he tried to let out some of his emotions, but no matter how much he screamed or sobbed he still felt the same… tortured.

There was days Rafe didn’t get out of bed.

Ignoring the constant knocking at the windows and doors from his friends and family as he had nothing to talk about. Nothing anyone could muster up would change a thing and so therefore there was no point. 

The blackout curtains causing a constant darkness to where he could get lost in his thoughts of you, imagining you as you were that night, fast asleep in this exact bed. He liked to imagine crawling into bed with you instead of walking out the door… the things he would do different constantly eating him alive.

The days Rafe did manage to pull himself up, he would stumble to the kitchen as he would try to ignore the way everything was the exact way you left it. His bare feet padded on the glossy marble floors as he approached the bar. 

Grabbing the first bottle his fingers made contact with, he pulled the cork and swallowed down the burning liquid as if it was water. he wiped his mouth of some of the spilt drink and sat down at the dining room table, taking another large swig.

Soon Rafe was using alcohol every moment he was awake. It didn’t make him feel better, but instead it helped the days go by faster. But with the constant use of liquor, it made him a ticking time bomb, often being set off by nothing at all to the smallest things.

Rafe’s eyes landed on a tumbler you used daily to stay hydrated; Rafe was always the one to go fill it up how you liked it, with half ice and then fill the rest with water. He never let you get up to get it for yourself, as he was the one to take care of you and your growing baby, it was his job to make sure you both were looked after and safe…

The sight of your tumbler had completely shattered something inside of him as he screamed out into the void, the pain in his cracked voice was something never heard of before as Rafe had never cared about anything in his life before. “Please-“ he wheezed out, gripping his shirt above his heart as that all too familiar pain filled his chest. “I wanna go with you…” His broken voice whispered, wishing only to be with his babies.

Other times Rafe’s outbursts were out of anger. Always ending up with his knuckles bloodied, glass shattered around the house, and holes punched through the walls. 

If Rafe had to endure this kind of crippling pain, then why didn’t everything else? Why didn’t everybody else… Why did your beautiful life have to end? Why didn’t your daughter get to grow in the safety of her mother’s tummy? Why is it that only the lives of your family were affected like this?

Scabs reopening and new cuts forming as he tried to form thoughts about how this was real. “I failed you…” Rafe whimpered into the broken marble tile he had just punched through. His tears running down his nose and dripping onto the mess he made.

When Ward and Rose were finally able to enter the house after breaking one of the back glass windows they couldn’t believe the sight before them. Ward’s heart broke as he took in the state of the two of yours home.

Blood streaked on some areas of the walls along the endless holes, broken glass covering the floors as well as many, many, empty liquor bottles around the whole house. “Don’t let Sarah come in.” he swallowed, not even turning to Rose as she just nodded slowly, then silently made her way out of the house in hopes of not letting Sarah see the state of her older brother. Ward’s heart was heavy as he watched his whole family suffer over the past few weeks and he didn’t know what to do.

You came into Rafe’s life and changed him for the better, you helped him build a better relationship with his family and you made him truly happy. There wasn’t anything Ward could do to help steer Rafe in a better direction, he knew that… So when you came in the picture it was a blessing answered.

The moment he saw your pregnant bump he not only felt the weight of losing a grandchild he would never get to meet, but he felt for Wheezie and Sarah, and how they would never meet their niece or nephew… But the heaviest weight Ward felt was knowing his son just lost the love of his life at the same time as he lost his child, and that kind of pain Rafe could never recover from.

“Rafe?” Ward breathed, taking in the eerie silence of the destroyed house as he walked through. He stepped into the bedroom and could see his son in the dark room on the floor, the bones of his back and ribs protruding prominently only telling Ward that he hasn’t eaten.

He kneeled on the floor and sat beside his defeated son. “I failed her…” Rafe breathed, “I failed them both.”

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Is it possible for you to write a mommy kink x reader with Mattheo Riddle? I love your work thank you for reading this

thank you!! here is a little something I wrote as i'm not to familiar with that kink! its short but I hope you like it :)

Warnings: Sexual content, Mommy kink! Mattheo Riddle

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Mattheo watched with wide eyes as you scurried around the dorm to find your personal first aid kit, always having it handy for when the brunette would show up with his brown puppy eyes along with some wounds from a fight he had gotten into beforehand.

“I told you to be careful.” You mumbled, your eyes not meeting his as you hated seeing him in such a state.

Your fingers ran through his soft damp hair as you gently pressed the wet cloth to his nose, lightly cleaning the dried blood from the cut on his bridge. “I’m sorry…” he sighed, “he had it coming though, he was talking about you.” 

You could feel his eyes on your face intensely, and that’s when your eyes met his. “Everyone knows not to touch me, Mattheo…” you gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Can we cuddle?” he spoke softly. 

You couldn’t help but smile down at him, loving the way his eyes looked up at you with so much adoration and love. “Of course, baby.” You shushed, crawling behind him, and laying on the pillow, your arm spread as you watched him lay back and snuggle his head against your chest, the material of your t-shirt bunching slightly.

“Thank you for always taking care of me.” He whispered, his fingers lightly tracing the bare skin of your side.

Pressing a light kiss to his forehead, Mattheo smiled against your chest, lifting the fabric from your body until your breasts were exposed, nipples hardening at the cool air. “Always, baby.” You smiled down at him, watching his lips latch around your nipple.

Mattheo suckled softly as he lightly toyed with your other nipple absentmindedly, a soft hum coming from the curly haired boy. “I love you.” You smiled against his forehead, feeling better now that he was back safely in your arms.

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Do you feel the same? (Part 1) - Brandon Carver x Reader

Carver and Reader have been in a long term friends with benefits arrangement and everything seems perfect to reader, but unknowingly Brandon Carver has had feelings for her since the beginning, but Reader is closed off and never wants to feel vulnerable due to all the loss she has felt. Can they find a middle ground or will everything crumble to pieces?

Warnings- Smut, Fwb, sex lol, im bad at warnings and that's a label on its own, unprotected sex, slight angst

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Carver’s eyes were locked on you as you fiddled with the small heart necklace you wore, one that belonged to your best friend some time ago. You had no idea about Carver’s constant lingering eyes, not a hint that this wasn’t something new.

You distracted yourself from everything you felt all the time, you had never let your walls down since the day your best friend had passed away in your arms. She was so young, she handled this world like no other. You had always been scared of this world, fear of the walkers and even more towards the evil people that also walked this earth.

But she never was, she was smart and took care of the both of you… always. It was a case of bad luck when she died, a cruel joke almost. But you didn’t like to think of it much, instead you changed, and in your eyes for the better.

The both of you had felt a lot of loss since the world fell, many people you cared about lost their lives and when she died, you didn’t want to feel it anymore. You stopped letting people in since there was a high chance they wouldn’t make it anyways, so the tears stopped rolling, and the feelings stayed away.

But Carver took a real liking to you, not that you had any idea of that since he knew how you were, so the little ordeal you two had was good enough for him until he could get you to open up, if he could.

“You alright?” he asked from across the dull empty cabin. You two had gone on a run to find out if there was anything in a small store Pope had set his eyes on. It was about a two-day trip so Carver and you volunteered to go looking, and were currently trying to get some rest.

You gave him a small nod, “I’m fine.” Your eyes met his after a few seconds of silence and gave him a little smile, “Happy we have some time alone finally.” You giggled, biting your lip lightly. You and Carver were what is called friends with benefits and in your eyes it worked out good for the both of you, but in Carvers eyes he wanted more, but you didn’t know that.

He chuckled and leaned back against the wall, “Come.” You lifted yourself from your corner of the cabin and crawled over to where he was, the lust in his eyes starting to drive you wild. You liked that Carver was happy with what you guys were, you didn’t want anything that could leave you vulnerable, you wanted simple, easy. 

You crawled into his lap and started kissing his neck while running your hand up his strong, hard chest underneath his shirt. He groaned and gripped your ass with his one hand and holding your thigh tightly with the other, showing his need for your body just as much as you needed his.

With your free hand you slipped under his pants and started running his rock-hard length over his briefs, enjoying the small groans and breathy moans coming from his mouth. “Did you miss this?” you giggled against his skin.

The two of you hadn’t had a moment to unravel like this in weeks, and you had started getting agitated with the lack of release until you both were able to volunteer for this run, and both of you were so excited to say the least. You both tried to keep your relationship on the down low so it didn’t effect anything in your life.

“Fuck… you have no idea.” And you really didn’t have any idea how much he missed it, and if it was up to him, he would be by your side all the time, not caring who knew about the two of you. But Carver knew if he pushed you too far or said the wrong words about how he felt about you that you would end things all together, and he’d lose these little moments he had with you, and he wasn’t ready for that.

His hands roamed up and quickly removed your black long sleeve as well as your sports bra next until you were bare from the waist up in his lap, and he loved your body. His mouth connected with the skin of your chest and he left soft kisses all over until his lips met your hard nipples, taking the sensitive bud in his mouth and swirling his tongue around causing moans to escape your lips.

Your fingers tangled in his long hair as you leaned your chin on the top of his head, taking in all the amazing feelings he caused, his other hand palming your breast softly and lightly playing with your other nipple.

The lack of touch the past few weeks seemed to make you more sensitive, making his movements very enjoyable. “Carver,” you breathed, “I need you, right now.” You looked down at him and his eyes met yours, and you saw an emotion you couldn’t pin.

But he quickly flipped you over and laid you on his jacket and pulled your black cargo pants from your body, exposing your dripping core to him. “Fuck…” he moaned, running his finger over your slit and taking your arousal between his lips, something that drove you insane.

Your hands reached up and quickly pulled his dark grey cargo pants down along with his briefs, releasing his hard erection, his size getting you excited, especially since you hadn’t had him In so long. He looked hypnotized by your fully naked body before him, so you reached for him and pulled him down, connecting your lips together instantly.

Carver reached between your legs and positioned himself at your soaking entrance and roughly pushed himself fully inside you, the unexpected intrusion causing a load moan to escape, in which he covered your mouth to keep you quiet, which turned you on even more.

He roughly thrusted into you causing you to moan into his hand, and him to groan with every push, “F-fuck, (y/n)” he breathed, leaning his forehead on yours. The feeling of him entering you was ecstasy, it made you feral. You gripped his band and drug your nails down his back roughly, knowing just what he likes.

His other hand held your body closer to him by the small of your back. He was almost fully pulling himself out of you before roughly thrusting back inside, but you could tell by his movements he was getting close, but so were you. The time spent away clearly affected the both of you, making it hard to not cum fast.

He lifted you and sat you on his thighs as you both sat up, him entering you at a different angle making it even harder not to cum that second. You were face to face with him now and his hands both held you from your back. Carvers lips found yours as you both moaned into one another’s mouths, taking in all the amazing feelings you both made each other feel. 

“Cum on my dick.” He demanded, gripping your ass as he continuously pounded into you. That was enough to kickstart your strong orgasm, sending waves throughout your whole body, in which causing Carvers. He quickly rested you back on his jacket and after you rode out your extremely strong orgasm he pulled out and came all over your sweaty body.

“Holy fuck.” He chuckled, “That was…”

“Amazing.” You giggled, “Never not having sex for that long again.” You reached over and grabbed your extra shirt you packed and started cleaning your stomach off.

“I’m surprised no dead ones heard you.” He smirked, grabbing the shirt and cleaning himself off as well. You both dressed yourselves and you set up your sleeping bag on the other side of the cabin, “I’ve got first watch.” He said, leaning back against the wall.

You turned to him, “Are you sure? You had first last time.” You knew he was tired, but he wouldn’t say it to you.

“Yeah, I got it.” He gave you a small smile. You gave him a small ok before curling up in the thin sleeping bag and closing your eyes.

Carver watched you as you slept, wishing you had set your sleeping bag up closer to his but he knew that’s who you were, you liked your space until you wanted him, it was one or the other and over the year of you two just having sex, he couldn’t control himself anymore, he needed more, he wanted you fully, the good and the bad, he wanted all of you.

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You woke up to it being completely light out, and the confusion hit you instantly. You were suppose to be up and on watch before the sun was up, did Carver fall asleep? You turned around to see him leaning against the wall while looking out the window. “How come you didn’t wake me?” you asked

He turned his head slightly towards you, “I know how tired you were, just wanted you to get as much sleep as you could.” He said before turning back to look out the window again.

“Oh…” you rubbed your eyes lightly, “Thank you, there’s still time for you to get some sleep, ill watch.” You yawned, standing up and walking beside him to see what was outside the window. You could see a small pond a few yards away neither of you saw yesterday since you had arrived while it was dark. “Pretty.” You smiled, taking in the sun reflecting off the water.

You could feel him look down at you. You turned your gaze to him and he did something unexpected, he kissed you. you were shocked, there was never kissing outside of sex, except one time when you both had just started this friends with benefits relationship and you let him know that it would only ever be sex, so it never happened again.

“Carv-“ you started but he stopped you by deepening the kiss further and gripping the back of your neck with his large hand to stop you from pulling away. “Car-“ you tried again, feeling uncertain with what was happening. He slipped his tongue past your lips and started exploring your mouth, to which you started to give into his advance.

His other hand slipped around your back and held you even closer. “I want more.” He breathed against your lips, “I need more…”

You stopped all your feelings from taking over, you vowed you’d never be vulnerable again, you wouldn’t grieve over anyone, you’d never cry for anyone, you would never be anyone’s… “No.” you sighed, “We aren’t-“ you swallowed, “We won’t be more, we can’t.” your eyes met his and you held all composure, you were going to survive, he wouldn’t, you couldn’t care for him because you were going to lose him, everyone dies but you, so you couldn’t have him close.

“(Y/n)…” he swallowed, “I know you, I know you more than you think… you closed off everyone but I have been watching you since I met you, I know you and I know you are scared you’ll lose me, but you won’t.” 

Your brows knitted as you tried to push him away, “You don’t know anything about me, Carver.” You spat, “clearly you cant be who I need you to be and that’s fine, but just means we are done.” 

He grimaced, clearly hurt by your words but you couldn’t let yourself care, you knew that would be the start of the end. He went to say something but stopped, and then his expression went blank. “We should head out.” He sighed, lifting his bag off the floor, “I’ll wait outside.”

You couldn’t believe what happened, how everything turned so bad so fast, but you composed yourself and started packing your things.

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Hello love, I just saw a post amor sending in requests. I'm not sure when it was from so if you are no longer taking them please disregard this. But it's you are... Anything with Mattheo. I have recently been on a him kick and an struggling to find fics. Stay hydrated love

Hiiii ❤️ I made it recently so don’t worry! I gotchu with the Mattheo content 😁 thank you!

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😭🥹 thank you. I was crying writing it so I’m happy others feel the same deepness.

Lets go home - Dark!Rafe Cameron

Warnings: Major death, gun violence, physical violence, blood, kidnapping, sad affffff

Summary: Rafe takes business into his own hands without ever expecting what could lead to this outcome.

Oh mannnnn this one was tough but I coudn't get it out of my head lol

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His lips curled in a small smile against the top of your sleeping head, Rafe was in awe at how perfect you always looked. Your legs wrapped around a pillow as you held the blankets close to your body.

“I’ll be back soon, princess.” He whispered lightly, caressing your cheek lovingly.

The smile never left his face as he made his way out of the bedroom quietly, hoping he didn’t make any sounds that would wake you. He watched as your pregnancy caused you to be so tired most of the time while also having troubles falling asleep due to the nausea, so he didn’t want to disturb you when you had finally gotten to sleep.

Rafe sent his dad a quick text saying he was handing the deal, confident with himself and how he has been taking care of business as well as his life, you mostly. He was a better man after meeting you, he wanted to improve himself and work on deep rooted issues and he was so grateful to have you in his life, his whole family was thankful for you and how you affected Rafe, it brought him and his family together a little more.

He rolled his eyes at the response from Ward telling him to wait until he got there, but Rafe was a man now, and he was soon to be a father of his own and he was ready to man up and handle business himself.

He pushed himself out the front door, locking it behind him before jumping in his black range rover and quickly sped off to the Marsh where they kept the cross.

While Rafe drove blasting his music as he hyped himself up, excited for what this huge deal meant and how it would give him a chance to start a fresh new life for you and himself, and the small life beneath your barely noticeable baby bump… Your eyes fluttered open upon hearing something, and as you sat up and called out for Rafe, you could feel arms wrap around you roughly and pull you off the bed and onto the floor.

“Rafe!” you screamed out for your love, the one who you knew would come running through the bedroom door any second to your rescue, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.

A strong rough hand covered your mouth as another pair of hands tied your wrists together with a zip tie. You bit down on the man’s hand as hard as you could and he cussed as his blood dripped down your chin, “Fucking bitch!” he yelled before punching you across the face.

You instantly dropped to the floor as you sobbed out from the pain, feeling your own blood run down your face. “Rafe!” you tried again, this time it came out more like a beg as you stared at the closed bedroom door, “Rafe-“ you tried to yell but one of the masked men wrapped something around your mouth and tied it at the back of your head, in attempts of keeping you quiet.

You bit down on the material as you sobbed out, the two men carrying your pained body out the bedroom sliding door that they must have entered from somehow, and it led into the backyard and down the driveway before throwing your body into the van, whimpering at the pain being inflicted on you.

Who were they? And what did they want? You knew it must have had something to do with that cross Rafe had gotten, there could be no other reason as you had no part in anything, they must be trying to use you as leverage to get the cross.

Your eyes searched the driveway before the van door closed to see that Rafe’s range rover was gone.

Rafe parked the car and shut the door behind him, then double checked his pistol before placing it in the back of his khakis, pulling his grey sweater over so it wasn’t noticeable. He then opened the back of the truck and jumped in, pulling the cloth from it slightly to double check on the cross and with a satisfied smile, his head snapped back up upon hearing a vehicle pull up.

With a hard swallow, he hardened his gaze and stepped out, watching as a truck and a van pulled up. Rafe watched as two men stepped out of the truck, Silco Benning, the man behind the deal and the other who Rafe had guessed was his accomplice.

Rafe eyed up the van before dropping off the truck and landing on his feet, “Benning, thought this was supposed to be more one on one,” Rafe narrowed his eyes slightly at the smug man.

“Mr. Cameron, and I thought I would be handling this business with your father, not you.” He chuckled, knowing exactly what the plan was initially.

Rafe nodded, clearly suspicious of him. “Deal’s a deal, either way.” He said, leaning against the truck.

Silco chuckled and turned around, pointing to the truck. Rafe watched as the other man reached into the truck and pulled out a black duffle bag, and now it was Rafe’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, that looks to be about a quarter of what we agreed upon.” He said, an eery amusement to his tone.

“I think you’ll come to like our new proposition, Mr. Cameron.” He smirked before nodding at the man, and Rafe watched closely as he opened the back of the van, his hand warily on his side as he prepared himself for what might come next.

But nothing in the world could have prepared Rafe for the sounds he heard, the pained sob behind the men. It couldn’t be…

It felt as if all the air was pulled from his lungs when he could finally see you, two more men emerged from the van holding either sides of your arms until they dropped you on the muddy ground, your bare legs covered in mud as you used your painfully tied hands to keep yourself from falling forward.

Rafe’s knees buckled slightly as he took a step towards you, but stopped in his place when the sound of Silco’s gun cocking filled the air around you all in the marsh. “Anything you want…” Rafe breathed out, taking in your broken appearance.

He couldn’t fathom the thought of how he left you sleeping so peacefully to your state now, blood dripping down your face as the white gag used to keep you quiet was soaking wet with blood and tears as you bit down on it tightly.

Anger had never coursed through Rafe’s body as fiery as it did in that moment. He didn’t care about the cross anymore, he didn’t care about money or anything other than you and the pain they caused you.

You sobbed as Silco pressed the gun to your head roughly, scaring you even more as you were on your hands and knees in mud wearing your torn and bloodied silk pajama shorts and tank top, you had never felt so scared in your life.

“I said you can have anything!” Rafe screamed, putting both his hands up in the air, “Take it all I don’t care, let me take her.” His eyes pleading to Silco. Hearing your sobs beneath the gag was tearing his heart in half.

You had never seen Rafe so afraid, the fear in his eyes fed into your own as you realized if Rafe was this afraid it was serious.

“I’m glad we could come to a better agreement, Rafe.” Silco spat out Rafe’s name like he was scum, making you flinch, “Keys.” He demanded.

Rafe nodded and slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the truck keys, one of Silco’s men walked up and grabbed the keys, and Rafe quickly pulled his gun out and shot at Silco, hitting him in his arm as he screamed.

The other men quickly pulled out their guns and took aim at Rafe, but he used the mans body as a human shield as he took all the bullets, gunshots filling the sound of the whole Marsh.

He then leaned up and shot the two men down before dropping the body on the ground and aiming at Silco’s neck, pulling the trigger before the man had a chance to lift his weapon back up at Rafe.

Silco’ dropped to the ground as he gasped for air, his hands clinging to his neck as he choked on his own blood, and as much as Rafe would love to watch every last miserable moment of his life ending before him, he turned away from the suffering man and dropped to his knees in the mud.

“Baby, baby! It’s okay!” he cooed, pulling you close to him, dropping down to sit as he pulled your body between his legs and against his chest, not caring about the blood from him getting on you, he just needed to hold you. “It’s over, princess…” he breathed, reaching, and pulling the gag from your mouth, “Hey, baby c’mon, it’s over now, we can go home” his hands caressed your face softly, his eyebrows furrowing down at you as he took in your stillness.

Rafe started shaking his head, “No, no, no…” his eyes filled with tears as he tried to convinced himself you were fine. But as he ran his hand over your hair he looked down at his hand he could see the blood. “(Y/n) wake up!” he screamed, putting pressure on the bullet wound on the side of your head, “WAKE UP!” he shook your body. “NO, NO, NO!” he sobbed as he held your lifeless body tightly to his.

Rafe couldn’t even take in his surroundings as Ward pulled up to the Marsh, not even turning off his own truck before running to the source of his sons’ pained sobs, but stopping dead in his tracks.

Ward’s eyes widened in horror looking over the bodies surrounding his son as he screamed down to your lifeless body in his embrace to wake up.

Ward had never seen such a horror in his life, his stomach turned as his heart broke for his son. Rafe pressed his bloodied hand against your small bump, and he screamed louder. That’s when Ward put the puzzle pieces together and he covered his mouth as he kneeled down taking in everything, a few tears escaping and running down his cheek.

"Rafe... God Rafe." Ward whispered to himself as he watched the pain his son was enduring, and knowing it was only the beginning. his eyes watching the way he caressed your pregnant bump lightly.

“No…” Rafe cried, pressing his forehead to the top of your head. “We can go home, baby…” he whispered against your hair, lifting your lifeless body from the ground as he brought you up with him. 

“Rafe…” Ward breathed, watching his son carry you to his range rover. Ward didn’t know what to say or do, he knew Rafe would spiral from here on, you had been the best thing to happen to his son, Rafe got his shit together and moved the two of you out on your own, you changed him for the better and Ward could already see his son spiraling before his very eyes as Rafe lost the love of his life. “Rafe.” Ward tried again, trying to steady his voice.

But Rafe ignored him, he lifted you into the passenger seat and set you down softly, before turning around and grabbing his head and letting out a gut wrenching scream.

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It’s my Harry Potter oc’s birthday tomorrow so maybe some headcanons on how Mattheo would celebrate his S/O’s birthday?

- @goldenlilium-ocs

of course 😊 I've never done head canons before so ill definitely try my best!!

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There is no more home - Dark!Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS: Major death, depression, alcohol abuse, loss of child.

This is part 2 to Lets go home! thank you to one of the amazing readers for the idea of part two with Rafe spiralling ❤️

Part 1

After the death of the love of his life, how does Rafe cope?

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Rafe was spiraling, he couldn’t get control of himself and everyone around him had to just watch as this car accident of Rafe’s life was happening before them, and there was nothing they could do to save him from the wreckage.

The day of your funeral no one thought Rafe would make it. As they lowered the two caskets side by side into the ground, Rafe forced himself to endure the torture of watching and being fully present as the loves of his life were put to rest.

With silent tears streaming down his cheek, he kneeled in front of the grave as his eyes fluttered taking in the two caskets, he grabbed a handful of soil before sprinkling it gently on his girls.

But that was all Rafe could handle. He lifted himself from the ground and ignored the calls of his name from his family and friends and walked back towards his car. 

The pain he felt was so physical, he never knew such hurt in his life… he didn’t know this was possible. 

Quickly getting into the car Rafe felt as if his knees would buckle if he walked any further, not that he cared… his mind landed on the thought of falling onto the dirt above both your graves and just withering away until he was with his family once again.

“FUCK!” He screeched, fists pounding on the steering wheel as he tried to let out some of his emotions, but no matter how much he screamed or sobbed he still felt the same… tortured.

There was days Rafe didn’t get out of bed.

Ignoring the constant knocking at the windows and doors from his friends and family as he had nothing to talk about. Nothing anyone could muster up would change a thing and so therefore there was no point. 

The blackout curtains causing a constant darkness to where he could get lost in his thoughts of you, imagining you as you were that night, fast asleep in this exact bed. He liked to imagine crawling into bed with you instead of walking out the door… the things he would do different constantly eating him alive.

The days Rafe did manage to pull himself up, he would stumble to the kitchen as he would try to ignore the way everything was the exact way you left it. His bare feet padded on the glossy marble floors as he approached the bar. 

Grabbing the first bottle his fingers made contact with, he pulled the cork and swallowed down the burning liquid as if it was water. he wiped his mouth of some of the spilt drink and sat down at the dining room table, taking another large swig.

Soon Rafe was using alcohol every moment he was awake. It didn’t make him feel better, but instead it helped the days go by faster. But with the constant use of liquor, it made him a ticking time bomb, often being set off by nothing at all to the smallest things.

Rafe’s eyes landed on a tumbler you used daily to stay hydrated; Rafe was always the one to go fill it up how you liked it, with half ice and then fill the rest with water. He never let you get up to get it for yourself, as he was the one to take care of you and your growing baby, it was his job to make sure you both were looked after and safe…

The sight of your tumbler had completely shattered something inside of him as he screamed out into the void, the pain in his cracked voice was something never heard of before as Rafe had never cared about anything in his life before. “Please-“ he wheezed out, gripping his shirt above his heart as that all too familiar pain filled his chest. “I wanna go with you…” His broken voice whispered, wishing only to be with his babies.

Other times Rafe’s outbursts were out of anger. Always ending up with his knuckles bloodied, glass shattered around the house, and holes punched through the walls. 

If Rafe had to endure this kind of crippling pain, then why didn’t everything else? Why didn’t everybody else… Why did your beautiful life have to end? Why didn’t your daughter get to grow in the safety of her mother’s tummy? Why is it that only the lives of your family were affected like this?

Scabs reopening and new cuts forming as he tried to form thoughts about how this was real. “I failed you…” Rafe whimpered into the broken marble tile he had just punched through. His tears running down his nose and dripping onto the mess he made.

When Ward and Rose were finally able to enter the house after breaking one of the back glass windows they couldn’t believe the sight before them. Ward’s heart broke as he took in the state of the two of yours home.

Blood streaked on some areas of the walls along the endless holes, broken glass covering the floors as well as many, many, empty liquor bottles around the whole house. “Don’t let Sarah come in.” he swallowed, not even turning to Rose as she just nodded slowly, then silently made her way out of the house in hopes of not letting Sarah see the state of her older brother. Ward’s heart was heavy as he watched his whole family suffer over the past few weeks and he didn’t know what to do.

You came into Rafe’s life and changed him for the better, you helped him build a better relationship with his family and you made him truly happy. There wasn’t anything Ward could do to help steer Rafe in a better direction, he knew that… So when you came in the picture it was a blessing answered.

The moment he saw your pregnant bump he not only felt the weight of losing a grandchild he would never get to meet, but he felt for Wheezie and Sarah, and how they would never meet their niece or nephew… But the heaviest weight Ward felt was knowing his son just lost the love of his life at the same time as he lost his child, and that kind of pain Rafe could never recover from.

“Rafe?” Ward breathed, taking in the eerie silence of the destroyed house as he walked through. He stepped into the bedroom and could see his son in the dark room on the floor, the bones of his back and ribs protruding prominently only telling Ward that he hasn’t eaten.

He kneeled on the floor and sat beside his defeated son. “I failed her…” Rafe breathed, “I failed them both.”

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SmuttyWorks Masterlist <3

Full masterlist! 

WARNING: Most if not all my stories include dark content so please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with it.

* - Smut

Brandon Carver

*Captured (Part one)

*Captured (Part two)

Captured (Part three)

Before the world ended

*Do you feel the same? (Part one)

*Do you feel the same? (Part two)

Mattheo Riddle

*The Game

*You’re Mine

*Why does wrong feel so good

*Beg for forgiveness 

*Control

Bellamy Blake

*Fear of you disappearing from my grip

Rafe Cameron

Lets go home (Part one)

There is no more home (Part two)

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I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone for all the follows, the likes, and reblogs and messages ❤️ I took a break due to my mental health and I've tried to pick back up where I left off but sometimes you just need time. so thank you to everyone for all the love and im so excited to be back and write more ❤️

I have a few requests to do but please send in requests!!

currently writing for: (But open to suggestions)

Brandon Carver - Twd

Rafe Cameron - Obx

JJ Maybank - Obx

Mattheo Riddle - Harry Potter ❤️

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Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader

Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.

What do you think?

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Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt. 

“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step. 

His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath. 

“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.

You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.

You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…

Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.

“Babe?” you asked softly. 

His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.

“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.

“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.

“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.

“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

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Could you do one with carver where after he tortures someone the reader has to clean up all the blood and he comes over and kicks the bucket that the bloods in and just makes it as miserably as he can for you then something sexual happens

Ouuuuu I love this, definitely will! 🥰

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Heyy, I love your writing so I was wondering if I may have some toxic Mattheo Riddle with smut and any plot you want

yassssss im down for some toxic Mattheo :) thank you!

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Lets go home - Dark!Rafe Cameron

Warnings: Major death, gun violence, physical violence, blood, kidnapping, sad affffff

Summary: Rafe takes business into his own hands without ever expecting what could lead to this outcome.

Oh mannnnn this one was tough but I coudn't get it out of my head lol

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His lips curled in a small smile against the top of your sleeping head, Rafe was in awe at how perfect you always looked. Your legs wrapped around a pillow as you held the blankets close to your body.

“I’ll be back soon, princess.” He whispered lightly, caressing your cheek lovingly.

The smile never left his face as he made his way out of the bedroom quietly, hoping he didn’t make any sounds that would wake you. He watched as your pregnancy caused you to be so tired most of the time while also having troubles falling asleep due to the nausea, so he didn’t want to disturb you when you had finally gotten to sleep.

Rafe sent his dad a quick text saying he was handing the deal, confident with himself and how he has been taking care of business as well as his life, you mostly. He was a better man after meeting you, he wanted to improve himself and work on deep rooted issues and he was so grateful to have you in his life, his whole family was thankful for you and how you affected Rafe, it brought him and his family together a little more.

He rolled his eyes at the response from Ward telling him to wait until he got there, but Rafe was a man now, and he was soon to be a father of his own and he was ready to man up and handle business himself.

He pushed himself out the front door, locking it behind him before jumping in his black range rover and quickly sped off to the Marsh where they kept the cross.

While Rafe drove blasting his music as he hyped himself up, excited for what this huge deal meant and how it would give him a chance to start a fresh new life for you and himself, and the small life beneath your barely noticeable baby bump… Your eyes fluttered open upon hearing something, and as you sat up and called out for Rafe, you could feel arms wrap around you roughly and pull you off the bed and onto the floor.

“Rafe!” you screamed out for your love, the one who you knew would come running through the bedroom door any second to your rescue, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.

A strong rough hand covered your mouth as another pair of hands tied your wrists together with a zip tie. You bit down on the man’s hand as hard as you could and he cussed as his blood dripped down your chin, “Fucking bitch!” he yelled before punching you across the face.

You instantly dropped to the floor as you sobbed out from the pain, feeling your own blood run down your face. “Rafe!” you tried again, this time it came out more like a beg as you stared at the closed bedroom door, “Rafe-“ you tried to yell but one of the masked men wrapped something around your mouth and tied it at the back of your head, in attempts of keeping you quiet.

You bit down on the material as you sobbed out, the two men carrying your pained body out the bedroom sliding door that they must have entered from somehow, and it led into the backyard and down the driveway before throwing your body into the van, whimpering at the pain being inflicted on you.

Who were they? And what did they want? You knew it must have had something to do with that cross Rafe had gotten, there could be no other reason as you had no part in anything, they must be trying to use you as leverage to get the cross.

Your eyes searched the driveway before the van door closed to see that Rafe’s range rover was gone.

Rafe parked the car and shut the door behind him, then double checked his pistol before placing it in the back of his khakis, pulling his grey sweater over so it wasn’t noticeable. He then opened the back of the truck and jumped in, pulling the cloth from it slightly to double check on the cross and with a satisfied smile, his head snapped back up upon hearing a vehicle pull up.

With a hard swallow, he hardened his gaze and stepped out, watching as a truck and a van pulled up. Rafe watched as two men stepped out of the truck, Silco Benning, the man behind the deal and the other who Rafe had guessed was his accomplice.

Rafe eyed up the van before dropping off the truck and landing on his feet, “Benning, thought this was supposed to be more one on one,” Rafe narrowed his eyes slightly at the smug man.

“Mr. Cameron, and I thought I would be handling this business with your father, not you.” He chuckled, knowing exactly what the plan was initially.

Rafe nodded, clearly suspicious of him. “Deal’s a deal, either way.” He said, leaning against the truck.

Silco chuckled and turned around, pointing to the truck. Rafe watched as the other man reached into the truck and pulled out a black duffle bag, and now it was Rafe’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, that looks to be about a quarter of what we agreed upon.” He said, an eery amusement to his tone.

“I think you’ll come to like our new proposition, Mr. Cameron.” He smirked before nodding at the man, and Rafe watched closely as he opened the back of the van, his hand warily on his side as he prepared himself for what might come next.

But nothing in the world could have prepared Rafe for the sounds he heard, the pained sob behind the men. It couldn’t be…

It felt as if all the air was pulled from his lungs when he could finally see you, two more men emerged from the van holding either sides of your arms until they dropped you on the muddy ground, your bare legs covered in mud as you used your painfully tied hands to keep yourself from falling forward.

Rafe’s knees buckled slightly as he took a step towards you, but stopped in his place when the sound of Silco’s gun cocking filled the air around you all in the marsh. “Anything you want…” Rafe breathed out, taking in your broken appearance.

He couldn’t fathom the thought of how he left you sleeping so peacefully to your state now, blood dripping down your face as the white gag used to keep you quiet was soaking wet with blood and tears as you bit down on it tightly.

Anger had never coursed through Rafe’s body as fiery as it did in that moment. He didn’t care about the cross anymore, he didn’t care about money or anything other than you and the pain they caused you.

You sobbed as Silco pressed the gun to your head roughly, scaring you even more as you were on your hands and knees in mud wearing your torn and bloodied silk pajama shorts and tank top, you had never felt so scared in your life.

“I said you can have anything!” Rafe screamed, putting both his hands up in the air, “Take it all I don’t care, let me take her.” His eyes pleading to Silco. Hearing your sobs beneath the gag was tearing his heart in half.

You had never seen Rafe so afraid, the fear in his eyes fed into your own as you realized if Rafe was this afraid it was serious.

“I’m glad we could come to a better agreement, Rafe.” Silco spat out Rafe’s name like he was scum, making you flinch, “Keys.” He demanded.

Rafe nodded and slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the truck keys, one of Silco’s men walked up and grabbed the keys, and Rafe quickly pulled his gun out and shot at Silco, hitting him in his arm as he screamed.

The other men quickly pulled out their guns and took aim at Rafe, but he used the mans body as a human shield as he took all the bullets, gunshots filling the sound of the whole Marsh.

He then leaned up and shot the two men down before dropping the body on the ground and aiming at Silco’s neck, pulling the trigger before the man had a chance to lift his weapon back up at Rafe.

Silco’ dropped to the ground as he gasped for air, his hands clinging to his neck as he choked on his own blood, and as much as Rafe would love to watch every last miserable moment of his life ending before him, he turned away from the suffering man and dropped to his knees in the mud.

“Baby, baby! It’s okay!” he cooed, pulling you close to him, dropping down to sit as he pulled your body between his legs and against his chest, not caring about the blood from him getting on you, he just needed to hold you. “It’s over, princess…” he breathed, reaching, and pulling the gag from your mouth, “Hey, baby c’mon, it’s over now, we can go home” his hands caressed your face softly, his eyebrows furrowing down at you as he took in your stillness.

Rafe started shaking his head, “No, no, no…” his eyes filled with tears as he tried to convinced himself you were fine. But as he ran his hand over your hair he looked down at his hand he could see the blood. “(Y/n) wake up!” he screamed, putting pressure on the bullet wound on the side of your head, “WAKE UP!” he shook your body. “NO, NO, NO!” he sobbed as he held your lifeless body tightly to his.

Rafe couldn’t even take in his surroundings as Ward pulled up to the Marsh, not even turning off his own truck before running to the source of his sons’ pained sobs, but stopping dead in his tracks.

Ward’s eyes widened in horror looking over the bodies surrounding his son as he screamed down to your lifeless body in his embrace to wake up.

Ward had never seen such a horror in his life, his stomach turned as his heart broke for his son. Rafe pressed his bloodied hand against your small bump, and he screamed louder. That’s when Ward put the puzzle pieces together and he covered his mouth as he kneeled down taking in everything, a few tears escaping and running down his cheek.

"Rafe... God Rafe." Ward whispered to himself as he watched the pain his son was enduring, and knowing it was only the beginning. his eyes watching the way he caressed your pregnant bump lightly.

“No…” Rafe cried, pressing his forehead to the top of your head. “We can go home, baby…” he whispered against your hair, lifting your lifeless body from the ground as he brought you up with him. 

“Rafe…” Ward breathed, watching his son carry you to his range rover. Ward didn’t know what to say or do, he knew Rafe would spiral from here on, you had been the best thing to happen to his son, Rafe got his shit together and moved the two of you out on your own, you changed him for the better and Ward could already see his son spiraling before his very eyes as Rafe lost the love of his life. “Rafe.” Ward tried again, trying to steady his voice.

But Rafe ignored him, he lifted you into the passenger seat and set you down softly, before turning around and grabbing his head and letting out a gut wrenching scream.

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Okay so I redid the gifs to make them better quality and they look better now I just hope the quality stays when I post it! This is beginning of ep 1 I’ll be either making another post adding on to more gifs from ep 1 or I’ll just keep adding them to this post 🥹