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WE THE URBAN

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me and my husband.

pairing ; dark peacekeeper!coryo x singer!reader ( gn)

warnings ; husband coryo, angst, possessiveness, threats, mentions of death, death, reader sings at the hob, mentions of abuse, abusive relationships, violence, blood, mentions of depression, basic coryo warnings, smut, mentions of snowbaird.

a/n ; based off mitski 💔 sos….

you sighed tiredly as your bandmate starts off your song off with a drum solo. you start playing the guitar as you start singing, looking down at the ground. with your peacekeeper blue dress that coryo picked out for you.

“i steal a few breaths from the world, for a minute.”

you gasped for air as coriolanus slapped you for the third time as you were down on the ground, tears spilling from your eyes, weary from all the sobbing. “what have I said about running?” he asked, his fist curling up. “i can kill you and your family.” he said, as you shook your head no, tears and whines spilling out from you. he smiled and chuckled, “oh, rose. my sweet delicate rose. you always have your thorns, don’t you?” he leaned down and grabbed your chin, kissing your cheek. you stood up after he gave you permission to go out and breathe.

”and then i’ll be nothing forever. “

because he called you worthless. a worthless price that can just be bent over your kitchen counter getting pounded into ruthlessly as your nose bled, crying out for him to let you finish. but he always says no. because he wants you to know that you are his. “youre fuckin’ worthless-“ he groaned, “doll.” he gripped your hips desperately as he degraded you for being who you are.

“and all of my memories and all of the things i have seen will be gone.”

coryo pulled his fist up and down as you forcefully watched him murder some guy who tried talking to you, beating him ruthlessly until he watched his lifeless body stop bleeding. as he was doing that, you tried running, which led you to the first situation. tripping behind a gigantic tree, but no help as he grabbed your mouth and put you to sleep.

“with my eyes, with my body, with me.”

“but me and my husband, we’re doing better.”

we’re doing worse. everyday it’s always lucy gray, or him accusing you of telling people you have depression. but you’ll have to see it as better, because if you don’t, blood will be spilt and tears would be held.

you put on a fake smile, looking at him as he smiled at you. not breaking eye contact. “its always been just him and me together.” you said starting to feel tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to warn someone at least.

”so i bet all i have on that furrowed brow, and at least in this lifetime we’re sticking together.” you smiled waving at him, sending a wink. help.

“me and my husband were sticking together.”

an instrumental played, tears rolling down almost threatening to sob.

“and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space. “ you continued, like always. “but when he walks in, i am “loved.”, I am “loved.”

“i love you.” is what he whispered to your ear as he mended your bruises and cuts caused by him, rubbing your back soothingly as you sniffled looking at him as he smiled. you simply smiled in return. not wanting anymore problems. but he was just a manipulative little boy. always gaslighting into getting what he wants, telling you that you need him. and that your family does too.

“me and my husband, we’re doing better.” no you’re not. you cried,

“It’s always been just him and me together . “

..

“so I bet all I have on that furrowed brow, and atleast in this lifetime, we’re sticking together. me and my husband were sticking together.”

and that was all correct. because you could bet all you had that he will change, but it’s coryo. all you can do is hope he’ll change. but as he mercilessly hits you repeatedly against your porch column, your blood on his hands, as he watches your life go out of your eyes. body thudding hollowly on the floor, as you bleed out, watching the sky as you slowly die. youll let him.

because you and your husband are sticking together.

a/n ; this is so bad lmaoo ☠️

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Black witches in shows and movies 🧹🔮🕷️

Tabby

The craft: Legacy

“Tabby’s kind of the mom friend in the sense of like, come, we will teach you. We will keep you safe and give you this feeling of sisterhood. So I feel like Tabby is definitely the friend that probably brings people into the coven.” - Lovie Simon

Jada Sheilds

Charmed (2018)

Jada was born to an unnamed witch and Whitelighter. It is presumed that she was given up at birth, due to being the product of a forbidden relationship, and was adopted by a human couple. At some point, after coming into her powers, she ran away from home and eventually joined the Sarcana.

Ambrose Spellman

The chilling adventure of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman, Sabrina’s warlock cousin from England. Placed under house arrest by the Witches Council, Ambrose is forbidden from leaving the funeral home where he lives with the Spellman women. Witty, puckish and pansexual, he is one of Sabrina’s partners in crime, always up for mischief.

Elzora

Eves bayou

Aunt Mozelle played by Debbi Morgan and Elzora played by Diahann Carroll are the only two women in the film who practice hoodoo. Clients go to them to see their future, ask for healing, or to place a hex on someone.

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i want what they had

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Mean! Jj x reader smut

WARNINGS- smut, rough, mean JJ, talks of marriage etc.

Ever since you two were kids, JJ was so possessive over you but at the same time he was mean and cruel towards you. One time when you were four or five you couldn’t remember, you started playing with another boy, JJ found out and pushed the boy into some mud and shouted at you, making you cry. He always did that, then he’d take your things and run away, if you were eating something he demanded you share with him or he’ll slap it out your hand. When you two were a bit older and you didn’t listen to him he would pull your hair and bite you, leaving a mark. Your mother absolutely adored him though, he was always charming and kind towards your parents but as soon as he got you alone you were done for. So as time went by you became apart of the pogues but of course JJ had become your first priority, you listened to him only, no one else. He got into his first fight over you when you two were ten, a guy was making fun of you and pushing you around when JJ stepped in and started beating the guy. Even when you two were older he was still mean and rough with you, that brought you to the present moment.

You arched your back and threw your head to side as JJ bit into your neck while fucking into you mercilessly. Your wrists were pinned down to the mattress as you moaned underneath him. JJ had been your first, he was gentle at first but now he’ll take you whenever and however he wants to. You just have to take it (you love it). “JJ I- I-,” you stammered. He grabbed your throat before shouting “Shut the fuck up!” You moaned loudly as you squirted for the fourth or fifth time. Jj followed after. He hovered over you for a moment before his hand came to hold your jaw roughly. JJ was especially angry today, that’s why he fucked you so violently a moment ago. “Since you never fucking listen And instead go prancing about doing whatever you fucking want, your gonna give me another Maybank and we’re gonna get married, now Im gonna tell your old man the good news,” JJ said before quickly cleaning you and himself up, he all but ran downstairs to tell your parents he was going to marry you. Not even an hour later JJ returned with a diamond ring, turns out he used the gold money to propose to you, your parents were a bit skeptical since you two were so young (I aged them up so let’s say they’re like about 18, 19) but in the end they had to agree to such a ‘fine’ boy like JJ.

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Toxic! JJ Maybank x reader

JJ manhandled you into the bedroom before locking the door. You sobbed and kicked your legs, completely aware it was useless. He was so possessive over you, if he caught you talking to another guy or even looking at another guy you would be in big trouble. JJ made you share everything with him, everything. If you’d be at a party or something he’d never let you have your own drink, he’d expect you to drink from his and be under his arm all the time. JJ would randomly pick up your phone and go through it, there was no privacy what so ever.

“Stop fighting!” JJ growled pinning you to the bed. His blonde hair dangled down as his handsome face was tense and angry.

“JJ you never trust me! It’s not fair!” You shouted sobbing. He grabbed your neck as his nostrils flared.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you, I don’t trust the people around you for gods sake,” JJ said barring his teeth. Your arms gave out before he grabbed your chin roughly. “I’m taking your damn phone,” he finalised before kissing your lips and pulling your hair back to grant him more access to your mouth. You couldn’t leave him, you’d been in love with him ever since you two were kids, you both were obsessed with each other and that was enough to keep you trapped in his hold and anyway he stole your stuff and took up all your space ever since you were kids. It wasn’t new, even when you were little he never let you talk to other boys, ever.

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The next morning you woke up in JJ’s arms with his lips squished against your ear. He slept peacefully as you tried to wiggle out his hold, wanting to go count how many hickeys he gave you last night. JJ’s hand groped your breast hard as you hissed. “JJ,” you shrieked. “Stop moving and let me fucking sleep,” he said in his morning voice. His leg hooked onto you as he shifted most of his weight onto you, giving you no chance of escape. Half an hour later you were still in bed trapped under your sleeping boyfriend when an urge to vomit arose. “JJ, please I need to go to the toilet, please,” you panicked. “Hold it,” he growled snuggling into you even more. “JJ I’m going to puke!” You shouted. He grumbled rolling off of you slowly. You grabbed a robe throwing it onto you and all but running to the toilet. JJ followed you with no shame, holding your hair back, smirking to himself, with a pregnancy test in his hand.

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The Last Time (JJ's Version)

Author's note: Personal as fuckkkk. This song has destroyed me for nearly a decade

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You finally come to terms with your toxic relationship with JJ

Word count: 1600

Warnings: angst, so much angst, swearing, fighting, heartbreak, breakup

Six months is nothing. Six months flies by. You’re on the back end in the blink of an eye. But when you’re young, it’s everything. When he’s your first, he’s everything. 

You were so sickenly in love with him that you couldn’t see anything else. Red flags morphed into pink while you wore rose colored glasses. Up until this point you were living in a bubble of that honeymoon phase. But things couldn’t stay perfect no matter how much you saw the stars in his ocean blue eyes. 

The first time

JJ found himself at your front door after a fight that took place at a party earlier in the evening. Your disagreements usually ended in bickering or slightly raised voices. But nothing had ever gone this far. Nothing had ever hurt you this bad. He chased after you almost immediately, instantly regretting his behavior. When he knocked on your door, you couldn’t help but run to greet him with tears in your eyes. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Please come here.” He grabbed you gently, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly. You melted into him and when he grabbed you by the face to wipe away your tears, you suddenly forgot why you were so upset in the first place. All that mattered was that he was here now, taking the blame and showcasing the sweetest side of himself. 

The next time

A couple of months have gone by and things have slowly begun to grow more complicated. The patience you once had for one another was starting to dissipate. 

“You’re being fucking ridiculous.” JJ paced around the kitchen in the chateau while you stood by the sink, your stomach in knots at the start of another argument. 

“How? You keep treating me like shit when everyone else is around and ignoring me.” You fought to hold back tears as you grew more frustrated. 

“No Y/N, you’ve just been super clingy lately and refuse to give me room to breathe!” He spit out and the floodgates opened. 

“So I’m clingy for wanting to spend time with you now? You’re fucking unbelievable!” You screamed, not caring who would hear. 

“I’m not dealing with your childish shit right now Y/N. Grow up.” He stormed out of the shack, leaving you to weep alone. You sunk down to the floor, burying your head in your hands wondering if there was any truth to his words. When you finally calmed yourself down, you went into JJ’s room, packed all your things, and headed home. 

A few hours had passed and now he was blowing your phone up. The calls and texts went unanswered as you continued to spiral. Were you really being stupid and pathetic? Or was he just turning into someone you never thought he’d be? 

You just needed more time before you could deal with him. But JJ was stubborn and never knew when to just let things be. He always had to get his way. Yet you were the “childish” one. He showed up to your house at 10pm pounding on your front door. You stood close by, praying he would just leave but he continued.

“Y/N!” He yelled from the other side of the door.

“What do you want JJ?” You heard him sigh, relieved you had finally answered him. 

“I want you to open the door baby, please. Let me talk to you.” He pleaded. 

“I don’t want to talk to you right now J.” Up until this point, that was true but the begging in his voice was breaking you down. 

“I’m not leaving until you open the door and talk to me Y/N. I’ll stay out here all night, you know I will.” You sighed heavily because you did know that. He wasn’t gonna leave until you at least heard him out. When you opened the door and saw him standing there, you felt yourself instantly soften. It was like magic, the effect he had on you. And it was the worst thing in the world at times like these. Times that you needed to be strong. You could never stay mad at him. 

“J-”

“I am so sorry, okay. When I came back and saw that you were gone and you took your stuff, I freaked. I know I’ve been an asshole lately and I promise you baby, I will do better.” 

And that’s all it took. That’s all he had to say. All he had to do. And you forgave him…again. 

Countless times in between 

Your one year anniversary was ruined by JJ getting nearly black out drunk and being obnoxious. You were driving home when you started arguing and at some point, he demanded that you stop so he could get out and walk the rest of the way. And no matter how much you pleaded, he wouldn’t get back in. He walked all the way to the chateau and the next morning, he was mad at you for abandoning him. 

A huge blowup of a fight erupted when you caught him flirting with another girl at a party. You have been on the rocks lately, struggling to have even one good moment. But this was taking things too far. You swore you were gonna end it after that. But then he showed up crying at your door. 

He got mad at you for going to the beach with John B without him. It’s been over a year and a half and at this point, you didn’t even bother apologizing anymore. You both just continued on like it never happened, like it was a normal occurrence. All he did was make you sad or angry. You struggled to remember why you had put up with this and for so long. It had gotten to the point where you both claimed to want to end things, but they were always empty threats. You’d come right back, the same way he would. Every single time…

You couldn’t count on one hand how many more times have happened since then. Big, small, stupid, pointless. It was everyday by the time you passed your two year anniversary. 

The last time

You were arguing about something stupid, you couldn’t even remember what started it. And it blew up into the worst fight you have ever had. You were so tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of trying. Tired of not remembering what happy felt like. 

“I swear to god JJ, I’m so done with this shit.” 

“Then fucking leave!.” The words cut deep like a knife straight through your heart. Those words and the cold expression on his face, finally made something inside yourself snap. 

“If I leave right now, I’m not coming back.” You searched his face for any signs of emotion besides anger, but you couldn’t find any. 

“But you say that every single time, don’t you?” He mocked as you desperately tried to hold back your tears. 

“I promise you…this is the last time.” You had never meant something you said to him more, other than the words “I love you”. He didn’t respond. He wouldn’t even lift his head to look at you. You knew he was never going to beg you to stay, no matter how much you wanted him to. You wouldn’t bother with your things left behind. All you had to do was walk past him, right out the door. 

You both stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity. He hadn’t uttered a word and you didn’t expect him to move an inch as you headed for the door. But he surprised you when he blocked your path. You scanned his eyes as he looked down at you, searching for any glimpse of the man that you fell in love with. You knew in your heart that he was still in there but he was buried so deep that you couldn’t help him come back to the surface. You could tell that he struggled with what to say and you knew that if you didn’t leave now, you’d both be stuck in this cycle of heartbreak. Before you could give it another thought you pushed past him and ran out the door, refusing to look back. 

A few days later you were in a new hell after ending things with JJ. It took everything in you not to go back. Not to pick up the phone. You’d love to just hear his voice. But you knew you deserved better. You both did, so you resisted. Dealt with the worst pain imaginable to prevent further trauma. You had to love yourself more than you had ever loved him. 

It was just past midnight when you heard him banging on your door. He had finally broke down and realized that you weren’t gonna come crawling back. That you meant what you said. A few minutes passed without you answering and he started yelling through the door. 

“Please Y/N, I know you’re there.” You sank down on your side of the door with tears in your eyes. You could hear it in his voice that he was crying too and you fought with every part of yourself to open that door. After a moment, he stopped knocking and you heard him slide down his side of the door. You both sat there in silence, as close as you could allow yourself to get. 

You let yourself reminisce about the good times. How he swept you off your feet on your first date. How he kissed you in the rain after he told you he loved you for the first time. How he swore he couldn’t wait to give you his last name. 

“I told you.” You whispered loud enough for it to travel through the wood. 

“I know baby. I know. And I won’t hurt you anymore.” You heard him stand up as you fought to keep it together. “I love you.” He said softly and made his way down your porch. And your heart shattered…for the last time. 

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Consequences

Summary: Y/N faces the consequences of giving too much of herself to people who weren’t worth it. When she doesn’t show up to hang out with the other pogues, JJ gets worried. 

TW: abusive relationship, mentions of anxiety

reader x ex!rafe , reader x platonic!pogues , reader x jj 

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Everything had been fine with Rafe in the beginning. He was sweet and nice to you, but it was almost as if a switch flipped. He became abusive, manipulative, and he would constantly try and overpower you. He wanted you to lose weight so you did, you slowly started eating less until you dropped the weight he had been telling you was unnecessary. He didn’t want you hanging out with anymore people, only him. You stopped hanging out with the pogues because that’s what he wanted. He told you that he was never pleased enough, so you lost your virginity to him, when you didn’t want to, and tried to please him more even when you weren’t in the mood. Nothing had ever been non-consensual, but it still did a toll on your mind. He convinced you this was love, and you were almost positive you loved him. You were exhausted though. You couldn’t do anything you loved before, and you couldn’t see the people you loved. You just felt like a shell, hollowed out and empty.

“Rafe please I can’t keep doing this!” you screamed through tears. 

“Y/N if you weren’t such a whore we wouldn’t be in the situation we’re in now,” he yelled back, walking closer to you. 

“Rafe they’re my friends. Please. J was just worried. He texts me all the time to make sure I’m okay.” 

“Friends don’t look at friends that way.” he mumbled through gritted teeth, clenching his fists. 

“Listen to yourself! JJ has been my best friend since I was 5. Let that process and then go ahead and continue being a jealous psycho.” you yelled throwing your hands up. 

He didn’t like that very much, you could tell by the way his hand collided with your face. 

Your eyes watered but you refused to let them fall as he hit you three more times. 

“Rafe please stop.” 

“Y/N I- I didn’t mean to.” 

“You say that every time. I- Look we’re done. It’s over.” You said shaking your head and wiping your tears. 

You quickly left his room and rushed out the front door to your car. Once safely inside you punched the wheel a few times and then drove off. 

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Misread Situations

Part 1

Summary: Your boyfriend gets jealous when he sees you catching up with a friend and he doesn’t react well, at all.

AN: Thought I needed a Canon Rafe fic for some realism. This series won’t encourage toxic and abusive relationships, but instead show how leaving them is an important step to make, a difficult but an important one.

Warnings: mentions of violence, punching, choking, manipulation, abuse, bruises

Word Count: 2.7k

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REMY’S ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

Edited: 2/8/2023

I changed my username so I am trying to update the links so they actually work <3

* = smut

+ = fluff

~ = angst

MY FANDOMS: Supernatural, Star Wars, Marvel, DC, Stranger Things, Psych, The Good Place, The Walking Dead, The Last of Us, & Detroit: Become Human [more to be added!]

**Please only request smut for characters that are over the age of 18!!**

OUTER BANKS [no longer writing]

JJ Maybank

Not So Sneaky [+]

You and JJ had been dating for a little over a month and have unintentionally made it your thing to kiss whenever you thought your friends weren’t paying attention.

September [+, ~ somewhat]

It was during a party on the 21st night of September that you and JJ fell in love.

Not My Choice Pt. 1 [~, +]

You’ve always been a pogue despite your wealth and had been friends with John B. and his crew for as long as you could remember, but dating Rafe Cameron complicated things.

Not My Choice Pt. 2 [~, +]

Always Here [+]

After you get in a fight with a Kook that resulted in your parents grounding you and you’re unable to see your friends, JJ sneaks in to check on you.

MARVEL

Peter Parker

Night Calls [+]

Your boyfriend accidentally calls you and you overhear his conversation with a certain Avenger.

Armor [~,+]

Your boyfriend breaks up with you at Homecoming and you run into one of the Vulture’s accomplices.

Tony Stark

Home [~,+]

Losing your husband was the worst thing that had ever happened to you, but you weren’t about to let him go without trying to get him back.

SUPERNATURAL

Sam Winchester

Let Me Show You [* 18+]

Having been turned on all day, you decide you can’t wait any longer and lead somewhere more private.

Love Me Like You Do [* 18+]

You decide to make breakfast for you and Sam in the bunker only to burn your hand, but thankfully Sam’s there to take care of you in more ways than one.

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Blame it on the Alcohol (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Topper Thornton x Reader)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, Drugged sex, Smut, Fem!reader, Dark Rafe Cameron, Dark Topper Thornton, intoxication,Degradation, Underage Drinking/Drug use, Unconscious reader, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Toxic relationship, Sharing, choking, Face fucking, cuckolding, The boys are nasty, Read Tags and Enjoy! 

Words: 2.5k/proofread once!

Summary: You attend a house party with your boyfriend Rafe Cameron, like most nights. After drinking and trying some blow you start to feel uneasy. Rafe tells Topper to help you out. Little do you know the type of “help” Rafe and Topper have planned for you. 

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half & half. part 002. previous

warnings ; mentions of being hurt, abuse, and taking of pain meds.

main masterlist. obx masterlist.

You sat on the beach, letting the sun kiss your body. Sunglasses on your face, you were trying to get the best tan possible this summer before you leave, making sure to remember the OBX sun. You were sure that the sun didn't hit the mainland as well as it did here.

After last night, you tried your best to forget everything you heard. You'd never seen them fight like that with people around before. They always fought when guests weren't around. You wondered what couldn't pissed off Ward that much for him to lose his shit like that.

You kept reminding yourself that it wasn't your business and that you didn't know the whole story. Part of you wanted to defend Rafe. He was still very smart and charming (at times) like Sarah. Sure, he was an asshole but no one deserves to hear that from their father.

Hearing that fight opened up some memories you were trying to suppress and it was really hard pushing them away right now. You didn't want this whole thing to consume you but it was getting really hard not to.

You heard some footsteps behind you and then you heard Kie's voice echo, "Y/N, do you want some ice cream?"

"Yeah, sure. Can you get me-"

"Chocolate with sprinkles, I know your order, Y/N. Don't worry."

You smiled to yourself at her words. Kie was nothing if not observant, she knew you the best out of the Pogues, probably even more than JJ at times.

You heard some shouting behind you and you immediately recognized it as the Pogues. They always made a ruckus, everywhere they went. If the pogues were around, you definitely could hear them.

You felt Kie sit down in the towel next to you, handing you the ice cream. You sat up and took it from her, taking a quick taste before humming in approval.

"Best ice cream ever." You mumbled as you ate the ice cream.

Kie nodded with your words, "Yeah, it's my favorite."

You both sat in comfortable silence as you watched JJ tackle down Pope as John B recorded as if it was the most normal thing to ever happen. You felt the sun hit your face in the best way possible and tried to bask in it.

You looked down in your lap before at Kie, "Hey, um... How do you feel about Rafe?"

"Like, Rafe Cameron?" She looked over at you, interested in your words.

You nodded.

"Well, he's an asshole and I'm like 99% sure he's a sociopath. Why? Did he do something to you?"

"No, no." You said quickly, making Kie furrow her brows. "It's just... Um... I was at the Cameron's last night." You felt Kiara's mood shift and you tried your best to ignore it. "And I heard his dad say some pretty harsh things and he saw me and now I feel bad, I feel like I should've said something."

Kiara exhaled and laid back down. "No. Don't feel bad, it's none of your business and you couldn't have done anything to stop it. Rafe is a tough guy, he can handle himself."

You nodded at Kie's unhelpful advice. You sighed inwardly before sitting back down, trying to focus back up on tanning.

You drove all the Pogues back home and you were just left with your thoughts. The memories of when you were back with JJ's dad had come back to haunt you once again, no matter how hard you tried to drown them out. Even after all these years they still have the same effect they on you.

"You stupid boy!" Luke grabbed 6 year old JJ by the collar and threw him on the ground. He had sent JJ to go get some cigarettes from the store and they said they couldn't sell to him anymore because he hadn't paid his tab in two months. "Useless boy, all you ever do is make trouble, huh?"

He landed a punch in JJ's stomach and Y/N had finally had enough, running from the porch to grab JJ. "Stop! Stop it, you're hurting him!"

JJ was crying at that point and you were trying your best to hold in your tears. Luke had turned to you and grabbed your arm tightly.

"You think you're all tough now, huh, little bitch? Just like your mother?" Luke spat as you looked straight in his eyes, trying not to break your faux confidence. He landed a loud slap to your face. He pushed you away and you landed on the floor, hitting your back really hard.

You saw that Luke had went to JJ again and you couldn't help but let out a loud scream, grabbing the nearest stick and started charging towards him.

You jolted back into reality once you heard a car beep and you looked at the stop light turning green. You stepped on the gas and drove away. You needed some time to think and decided going back to the beach was the best idea.

You sat at the beach for what seems like hours before you felt like you were tired enough to go back home. Plus, you had work early tomorrow morning and staying up late wasn't the best idea.

You start walking to your car and you see something moving in your prereferral vision, causing you to whip your head around. You see what seems like a person, lying on the ground.

Your heart dropped and you started weighing down your options: leave them or go and see if they need help. If you left, you could leave a hurt person all alone or maybe it's a scheme so that someone could hurt you.

You heard a loud groan and then you realized you couldn't live with yourself if you just left them. You walked towards the person and your eyes widened in surprise once you realized who it was.

"Rafe?"

He was on his side, holding onto his stomach in pain. You surveyed his face and he had a very prominent black eye. He smelled like liquor so you knew he'd been drinking, which was nothing new.

You immediately bent down to hold his face to see if he was concious and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out. "Rafe, hey, look. I'm here, just keep listening to my voice, okay? I'm gonna get you out of here." You assured.

You slowly turned him around to his back, causing him to let out another loud groan. He was deadweight at this point so you needed to get him conscious if you were going to get him out of the beach and to safety.

"Rafe." You spoke again, leaning down to face to look at him. "Rafe, hey, come on, wake up. Please." You suddenly felt the urgency and started to lose your calm. What if he was in a coma? It looked like he hit his head pretty hard.

"Rafe! Hey, come on, man. Wake up, Rafe. You're okay, just come on, come back to me, come back." You were babbling at that point, trying to get him to respond to your voice in any way.

He suddenly grabbed your arm and you yelped in surprise. Relief spread through your body as he slowly started to come back. He fluttered his eyes open slowly.

"Y/N?"

"Rafe, listen, I don't know if you rememeber how you ended up here but uh, let's just focus on getting you back home."

He started to shake his head profusely, "No. Not home, anywhere but home, please Y/N."

Your heart started to ache at the sound of that. You don't know what exactly happened but if you had to guess, it had something to do with his dad.

"Okay, Rafe. Not home. Just help me get you up, alright?"

He nodded. You got up and gave him your hand and he gripped it before dragged him up. He could stand but his legs were still wobbly. You then put his arm over your shoulder and you both slowly started walking to your car.

You helped him get in the passenger seat and you put on his seatbelt for him. You got in the front seat and started driving home. You hoped that you parents weren't awake or you would have a lot to explain.

You looked over at Rafe every few to make sure he was alright. He fell asleep slowly and silently hoped he didn't have a concussion. You arrived home sooner than you expected and got out of the car, helping Rafe to get into your house.

Thankfully your parents were asleep, so you quietly helped Rafe up the stairs. He seemed to be getting better, more conscious. You then opened your bedroom door and helped him in your bed.

He immediately laid down and sighed in content. You started walking out of the room before he stopped you.

"Where are you going?" Rafe's voice echoed. You turned around and looked at the boy; he was sitting up and he looked like he was wincing. You walked over back to him and shook your head.

"I'm gonna get some pain meds. You just comfortable, okay?"

Before he could protest you quickly walked away, walking out into your big home to try and find some ibuprofen. You found it in the medicine cabinet, you also grabbed a bottle of water and a banana before returning to him. He hadn't known if he'd eaten that night and you wanted to make sure the medicine went down easy.

You went back to see that Rafe was fully in your bed now, laying down with an arm on his forehead. He turned his head to you once he heard the door open.

You moved to sit by him and handed him banana, putting the water and medicine on the nightstand. He looked confused and held back a chuckle.

"Eat the banana first then we'll take the medicine, alright?" You explained. As he ate the banana, you found yourself wanting to ask what happened. You knew it was too early though, and again, it wasn't your business. Your curiosity got the best of you though.

"How'd you end up at the beach so late at night?" You asked and Rafe got visibly more tense as he shifted. He shook his head and looked down.

"Doesn't matter." He replied shortly.

That wasn't the answer you were looking for but you weren't going to nag. Plus, you already had an idea of what happened and that made you sick enough. After he finished the banana you gave him the water and he gulped down half the bottle.

You handed him two ibuprofens and he took them as well. He sighed in relief once he downed them. You examined Rafe; he was sitting on top the comforter.

"Hey, can you get up for a sec?"

Rafe shifted before nodding, getting up and grabbing a pillow. You furrowed your eyebrows, "What's that for?"

"I'm gonna sleep on the floor."

You shook your head, "No. I'm not making you do that, we can sleep in the same bed. It's big enough."

Rafe opened his mouth to protest but you responded with a look of reassurance. "It's not we haven't before."

Rafe smiled at the memory as you lifted the comforter.

The Cameron's and your family went on a camping trip a few years back and you, Sarah and Rafe had to share a small tent for the trip. It was the only time all three of you went along and Rafe wouldn't admit this to anyone, but it was the most actual fun he'd have in years. He didn't even have to drink or to smoke anything for it to be enjoyable for him.

Rafe got into bed and you did soon after him, closing the lights. You tried to fall asleep but you just couldn't, the thought of Rafe being so close to you made your heat speed up. You had no idea why it did that, it wasn't like you liked Rafe. That would be a nightmare waiting to happen. 'It's just because it's been a while since we've had a boy (other than JJ) in this bed' You reassured yourself but it did little to nothing to.

Rafe shifted so that his face was facing you. He was just as awake as you were; even after the chaos that ensued tonight he still couldn't manage to sleep, but that wasn't anything new for him. You felt him staring at you and you turned your face to look at him. You could see him quite throughly because of the moonlight that was shining inside from your window.

"Thank you."

His voice was soft but it made your night to hear it. You smiled, "Of course."

He turned back around on his back and you both laid in silence. You tried to fall asleep with no avail. As Rafe began to drift to sleep, you felt something move from inside the sheets.

Rafe's hand moved on top of yours, lacing his fingers with yours. He gave your hand a heartening squeeze. You didn't try to stop it, just let it be. It was the comfort he needed after a long night.

You couldn't stop your heart from speeding up, though. His hands weren't as rough as JJ's, you note to yourself. They were soft but big and warm. The more you focused on his hand, the more tired you became. And before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep.

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mad woman - topper thornton

The one where Topper’s insecurities and jealousy have driven you mad

Warnings: toxic relationship, domestic abuse of the emotional/psychological/slight physical variety, gaslighting

Pairing:  Topper x reader

Words: 2.3k

A/N: This is based on mad woman by T Swift. Y’all I just love folklore so much, I couldn’t help myself. Special s/o to my bb @jellyfishbeansontoast​ for encouraging me to write this one ILYSM 🥺

(gif found on tenor - pls pls let me know if it’s yours and i’ll credit you!!)

What did you think I’d say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill, and you know I will

Fighting with Topper is nothing new. He’s a full kook, living on mommy and daddy’s money, five hundred dollar shirts, five thousand dollar watch. You grew up on the other side of the island, mama shuffling three jobs on top of taking care of you, your father having bailed before you had even made your entrance into this world. His overprivileged upbringing causing him to spout off some really uneducated opinions about class and income disparity in your presence. He used to admire the way you would pop off, trying your best to educate the boy who had stolen your heart. He loved your fire and your heart and honestly it was kind of hot watching you get mad. Now it just annoys him, you can tell. He no longer entertains your rants, but rather shuts you up quickly.

“You know, those pogues just don’t work as hard as we do. That’s why they’re over there in their run down houses, and we’re here sipping expensive champagne on a hundred thousand dollar yacht.” Topper announces unexpectedly one afternoon as you sit tucked under his arm on the Cameron’s yacht. Your mouth falls open in indignation as his friends all agree with him.

You’re not stupid, you know the group you’re in don’t think highly of your kind, but they’ve always treated you with a modicum of respect as Topper’s girlfriend.

“Are you serious, Top? You think pogues don’t work hard enough? My mom works three jobs, Top. Three! I work two jobs myself, and here I am choosing to spend my very limited free time with you and you’re going to say shit like that.” 

Topper rolls his eyes, reaching for your arm but you jump back from him. “Come on, y/n it’s not that serious, sit back down.” 

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Favorite Crime 1/3

Rafe Cameron x (Fem)Reader, JJ Maybank x (Fem)Reader

Y/N was once Rafe Cameron's world, but when he chose drugs over her. She picks up the pieces of her broken heart and JJ puts them together again.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, drug abuse, abuse, manipulation, cursing, breakup, sexual themes.

A/N: this is kind of a mix of fanon and canon Rafe, definitely more romanticized than he should be but only for the purpose of this story. This also isn’t time line accurate, I shifted some stuff around so the plot flowed better, don’t come for me.

Word Count: 2122

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Rafe and Y/N met out of pure coincidence. Y/N worked on the golf course and Rafe was there one day with friends and he fell in love at first sight.

She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Immediately charming her with his smile, and his confidence. Resulting in what was going to be one dinner.

Y/N knew who Rafe was, she wasn't dumb. But something about that wolfish smile drew her in. He took her out to dinner and it was perfect. She wasn't used to how he treated her.

Like she was a queen. Y/N was relatively shy. But she was kind and had a good heart. Rafe made her feel seen. Like she was a queen. He made her love herself.

Until he didn't. A few months after they became official, and Kildare was buzzing with the news of the Eldest Cameron's new girlfriend, things changed. Rafe changed.

He was secretive and shifty. He didn't tell her things anymore. He snapped at her more often and then he'd cry and apologize. Y/N was worried beyond belief.

Too many nights he'd come crawling in her window after the sun went down. He'd hold her in his lap and cry into her neck.

"It's all a fucking mess." He cried. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his head.

"It's gonna be okay...whatever is going on will pass." She tried to console. He cursed softly and tightened his arms around her.

Around this time, Y/N started to confide in Sarah. Who had recently started dating John B. Once the pogues had accepted her as one of them, Sarah asked if Y/N could hang out one day after a rough fight with Rafe that the whole Cameron house had heard due to Rafe's unhinged anger issues.

They of course welcomed the new member with open arms. JJ remembered how his eyes nearly popped out of his skull and his cheeks flushed a shade of red no one had seen before. She was fucking perfect. Every inch of her.

She wasn't even wearing anything special. A ratty old hoodie with doodles and cigarettes burns in it. And shorts, her bag and longboard in hand. Her hair was wild and curly, the only thing keeping it out of her face was her sunglasses pushed back on her head.

"Hi! It's real nice to meet you all." She said sweetly. JJ's heart melted as she shook his hand. He got a chance to look at the dozens of handmade brackets on her wrists.

"I'm JJ, nice bracelets." He said. She smiled and undid one.

"Here!" She said, gently tying it around his wrist. He couldn't even answer, too in awe of her immediate kindness to the whole group.

She was a kook. Supposed to be. She didn't look like a kook. They went out on the HMS Pogue for the afternoon. Sarah and Y/N had brought beer and white claws and JJ and Kie provided top shelf weed.

Y/N wasn't a drinker, but man if she didn't enjoy a good joint now and then.

JJ swore it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen watching her roll a J herself. She shrugged her hoodie off and revealed her crocheted bikini top.

"Oh my god! That's so pretty!" Kie said, climbing over and gently touching her strap.

"Thank you- I make them. I'll make you one!" Y/N said. They welcomed Y/N in immediately. She talked to John B about fishing and to Pope about books and JJ could've listened to her talk about anything, all day.

She talked to him about surfing and how she wanted to go on adventures and see the world. She was really perfect.

Then JJ saw the bracelet on her write. A little R charm on it and his head started to spin. No. There's no way.

"What's the R stand for?" JJ asked softly, fingers brushing the bracelet.

"Oh, Rafe." She said, smiling softly. His eyes nearly left his head.

"You with Rafe Cameron?" He asked, catching everyone's attention. Her cheeks flushed brightly and she nodded shyly.

"Yeah, we've been dating for almost a year." She said, sipping her drink. Sarah smiled at Y/N sadly.

"We're actually in a really big fight right now." She whispered, Sarah's arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"No shit?" JJ murmured. Y/N shrugged and smiled sadly.

"Everyone has their baggage. Rafe's always been there for me, and I wanna be there for him. But he pushes people away." Y/N said softly. Sarah hugged her tightly and kissed her head.

"He can be an asshole. I praise you for staying with him." Sarah said. Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled softly.

"He's not that bad. He's sweet and he's always been there for me." She said. Sarah smiled. Y/N really saw something in Rafe no one else did.

Sarah and Kie came over after a bit. Once Y/N was sitting alone again.

"Am I crazy or was there a lil something going on between you and JJ." Kie teased. Y/N flushed and smiled shyly.

"N-No no- we were just talking. H-He was just trying to make me feel included." She said. Sarah smirked at Kiara and nudged her.

"No- he's definitely sweet on ya." Kie said. Y/N giggled and smacked her arm.

"Leave him alone. He was being sweet." Y/N defended. It was cute. They instantly clicked. She just felt comfortable around him.

At the end of the day, Y/N had dove new friends. And before Sarah and her left, JJ pulled her back and put his number in her phone.

"Let's hang out again." He said, a sly smirk on his face.

"Of course!" She said happily. He kissed her cheek and she ran off to Sarah's car.

"Drop me at the boys place, I need to talk to Rafe." Y/N said. Sarah nodded and dropped her off.

Topper let her in and she went down the hall to his room. She knocked softly and the door opened.

"H-Hey...can we talk?" She whispered. He nodded and gently took her hand.

"Yeah- of course." He whispered. She followed him inside and closed his door.

"I'm so fucking sorry about this morning. I- I was hungover and Ward and I were fighting last night. And I took my anger out on you- I know you don't deserve that, I don't deserve you." Rafe said. Y/N was stunned. He always apologized but not like this.

She wrapped her arms around his middle tightly. His chin resting on her head.

"Don't say that- you know I love you so much." She whispered. He gently brushed his finger through her hair and buried his head into her neck.

"I love you- more than I have ever loved anything. I don't know what I'd do without you." He murmured, angry tears filling his eyes.

His fathers words replaying in his head.

Worthless. Fuck up. Deadbeat.

"It's okay, Rafe. M'not going anywhere." She whispered, kissing his cheek. She leaned back, holding his face.

She kissed his cheeks and his nose and then his lips gently.

"I love you, and I'm always here for you." She whispered. He leaned down, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

"I love you, missed you today." He said softly. She smiled and set her bag down on the bed.

"I missed you too, I was hanging out with Sarah and her friends." She said. His jaw clenched and he rolled his eyes.

"Those fucking pogues?" He asked.

"Hey! Don't be mean, they were really nice." She said, shrugging her hoodie off so she could change out of her wet swimsuit.

"What'd you do?" He asked.

"Went out on John B's boat and we swam for a bit. Kie was really nice." She said. Rafe didn't like them by any means. But if Y/N liked them, he wasn't gonna say anything to discourage her from making friends.

"That's good, baby. Glad you had a good day." He said, watching as she pulled on a pair of spare leggings she kept at his house and one of his sweatshirts. She climbed onto the bed next to him and nuzzled into his side.

"I'm exhausted." She murmured, her arms wrapping around his middle.

"Yeah, long day, huh?" He said softly. She nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Why'd you get into it with, Ward?" She asked softly, gently holding his cheek.

"Oh you know...the usual. I'm a fuck up and I'm gonna kill myself with the drugs." He said. Her heart clenched and she picked at her bottom lip.

"Well...the drugs are something I'd like to talk about." She whispered. He groaned, rolling so he was leaning over her.

"Not you too." He grumbled. She held his face and pouted.

"Rafe...you know that I don't ever judge you. But the coke is getting out of hand and you know it." She said, holding his chin gently.

"I know, baby. I'm getting my shit together- I swear. I'm getting it tight. For Wheezie, for you, for my dad." He said.

"Fuck your dad...you're smart and sweet and he doesn't appreciate all you do for him." She whispered. He smirked and kissed her softly. She really did see something in him. She knew he was good. She thought he was good.

She stayed that night, wanting to make up for the time apart while they were fighting.

In the morning they made breakfast together and the boys teased the two. Teasing Rafe that he was whipped. He didn't care. Because he loved her. And she made him a better person.

She started to hang out with Sarah and the pogues more often. Much to Rafe's dismay. He hated that she was around them. She hated that she was around JJ, and John B and Pope. His girl.

He'd never voice his fears because he didn't wanna sound insecure or needy. But fuck, if he did t full with rage every time she left to meet them at the docs.

Rafe had been at Barry's before going back to the apartment. When he came home, he was high off his ass. And being high made him paranoid as it was.

Y/N got home from swimming with Kie and Sarah. An oversized flannel thrown over her swim suit.

"Hi, baby! How was your day?" She greeted sweetly. He looked up and his eyes darkened.

"My day? It was fine...guess it would've been better if I hadn't have seen JJ all fucking over you." He growled. She stopped, her heart skipping a beat.

"R-Rafe, we weren't doing anything. H-He helped me out of the water and into the boat." She said, her back against the wall. He slammed his hands against the table and marched over.

She flinched as his fists hit the wall on either side of her head.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" He yelled. Tears filled her eyes and she shoved him away from her.

"D-Do not talk to me that way! I-I didn't fucking flirt with JJ- I didn't cheat on you! So get a fucking grip!" She screamed, her body shaking with fear.

He'd never looked so angry in his life. She was terrified.

His jaw clenched and he punched the wall, his fist going directly through. She jumped, a small shriek leaving her.

"I saw you!" He yelled. She cried and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

"You saw me with my friends! You saw my friend helping me! I-I don't get the fucking complex you have about JJ but he's my fucking friend! So get your shit sorted, Rafe." She said. He grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall.

She looked up at him and her heart stopped. His pupils were wider than she'd ever seen them. Barely able to see the pretty blue of his irises that she'd fallen in live with. It wasn't Rafe looking back at her. It was something else.

"Y-You're high- y-you are fucking high, Rafe!" She cried, shoving him away from her.

"Y-You said- you said y-you were gonna stop a-and be better!" She yelled.

"It doesn't fucking matter! Why do you care?" He yelled. She jumped and pushed him back as he got in her face.

"Because I don't want you to fucking die!" She screamed.

"I-I don't want JJ- I just want you. W-Why can't you see that?" She cried, grabbing her bag and leaving. She hopped on her bike and started pedaling. Anywhere. She didn't care.

She called Sarah in tears. Needing someone.

"We're all at the Chateau. Come here."