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hi!! Can I request something where Rafe is dating pogue reader, but there's some kook that's become obsessed with her? He's a kook that the other kooks never really liked. He's like an outcast amongst the kooks because he's always taking things way too far or always being creepy. He became obsessed with pogue reader when she started dating Rafe. Maybe Rafe is throwing a party at tannyhill one night. The reader goes up to his room for a minute. The creepy kook has been watching her and follows her up there. He scares her when he appears in Rafe's room and closes the door behind him. He tries to r*pe her. She's screaming for help and fighting back. He's strong and forceful. He manages to get some of her clothes off, leaving her in a bra and pants half off. Rafe had been looking for her all over, so he finally goes up to his room, and finds her being pinned down under the creepy kook. Rafe goes full rage and beats the hell out of him until Kelce and Topper find them and pull him off. Rafe leaves him pretty messed up and his hand all swollen. pogue reader is traumatized and in tears. Rafe is freaking out, hoping she's okay, comforts her, etc.

hii thanks for the request here it is!

I Got Here in Time

[starkeyarchive]

— I Got Here in Time

rafe x pogue!reader

warnings: attempted sexual assault (not by rafe!!)

synopsis (requested by anon): at one of his parties, a kook who’s been obsessing over you follows you to rafe’s room and attacks you. rafe finds you in time, violently stops him, and the night ends with rafe makes sure you’re safe, and he has a little break down and guilt for not saving you.

Downstairs, the party was in full swing, but as a Pogue, being here felt like you were being watched 24/7, unable to actually have fun but Rafe’s hand on the small of your back had kept you steady all night.

"I need a second," you whispered over the music, gesturing toward the stairs. "It’s too loud down here."

Rafe leaned in, "Go. My room. I’ll be up in ten to check on you, okay?"

You nodded and walked away. You didn't notice Jaxon watching you from the corner of the porch. Jaxon was the Kook the others avoided—the one who took things too far, whose jokes were always a little too rude, and worst of all whose obsession with you had become a dark secret since you started dating Rafe.

The silence of Rafe’s bedroom was a relief. You shut the door, leaning against it for a moment. But then, the door handle turned. You stepped back, thinking it was Rafe, but the man who stepped inside and immediately clicked the lock wasn't your boyfriend.

“Jaxon?” your voice climbed an octave. "What are you doing? Get out."

"You think you’re so special because of him?" Jaxon’s voice was low, his eyes fixed on you with a terrifying look. "A pogue girl in a house like this? You’re just a stray he picked up."

Before you could scream, he moved. He was surprisingly fast, catching you by the waist and throwing you toward the bed. You scrambled to get up, but he was on top of you instantly.

"Get off me! Rafe!" you shrieked.

He pinned your wrists over your head, his grip bruising your skin. You bucked and kicked, your heel hitting him in the ribs, but he only grew more aggressive. He began tearing at your clothes.

He managed to yank your shirt away, leaving you in your bra, and his hands fumbled with the button of your jeans. You were sobbing now, fighting with every ounce of strength you had left, but he was heavy and forceful, pinning your legs down with his knees. You felt the cold air hit your skin as he pulled your pants halfway down, his breathing ragged and disgusting in your ear.

The door didn't just open, it exploded.

Rafe had heard the scream. He had been looking for you, a growing knot of anxiety in his chest that turned into pure anger when he saw what was happening.

“Get the fuck off her!”

The roar that left Rafe’s throat didn’t sound human. He crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Jaxon by the back of his neck and throwing him off you with such force that Jaxon hit the heavy oak dresser, shattering the mirror.

Rafe didn't wait for him to get up.

Rafe’s fists moved in a blur, all of it coming from the psychotic side he usually tried to keep hidden from you

Every time Jaxon tried to cover his face, Rafe found another way to hit him.

"Rafe, stop! Please!" you cried out from the bed, trying to pull your clothes back together.

He couldn't hear you. He was in one of his “states”. The sound of meat hitting bone filled the room. Jaxons’s face was unrecognizable, his nose shattered, his eyes swelling shut.

"Rafe! Stop, man! You're gonna kill him!" Topper and Kelce burst in, having heard the crashing furniture. It took both of them, grappling Rafe’s arms and pulling him back, to get him off the limp body on the floor.

Rafe was vibrating, his chest heaving, his face splattered with blood that wasn't his. His right hand was already swelling, the knuckles split wide and purple.

"Look at her!" Rafe screamed at Topper, pointing a shaking finger at you. "Look what he did!"

Kelce quickly dragged Jaxon out of the room and the moment the door shut again, the adrenaline seemed to drain out of Rafe and he looked scared instead as he scrambled onto the bed.

"Don't look at me, don't look at the blood," he choked out, his voice trembling. He reached for a clean hoodie on the chair, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold it. He draped it over you, his eyes searching yours.. "Did he... did he get to...? Did he hurt you anywhere else?"

"No," you sobbed, finally breaking down into his chest. "You got here... you got here in time."

Rafe pulled you into his lap, ignoring the pain in his shattered hand. He wrapped his arms around you, rocking you back and forth. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hitched in his throat.

"I’ve got you. I’m so sorry. I’m never letting you out of my sight again," he whispered, his voice thick with tears. "I’ll burn this whole island down before I let someone touch you again. You’re safe. I promise you, you’re safe."

The chaos of Tannyhill faded into a muffled noise as Rafe carried you out the back entrance, avoiding the eyes of other kooks. He didn't want anyone looking at you, and he certainly didn't want anyone seeing the look on his own face.

He settled you into the passenger seat of his truck, his movements gentle. He didn't seem to feel his swelled up hand. His only focus was the way you were against the door, wrapped in his oversized hoodie.

When he pulled up to your house, he didn't let you walk. He hopped out, rounded the truck, and lifted you into his arms again. He used his foot to nudge the door shut and carried you straight to your bedroom, setting you down on the edge of the bed.

Rafe moved through your room and disappeared into the bathroom and came back with warm water, a soft cloth, and a first-aid kit.

He knelt on the floor between your legs.

He started with your face. His left hand grabbed the back of your neck to steady you. He used the cloth to gently wipe away the tear tracks and the smudges of stuff on your face where Jaxon had pressed your face into the pillow.

"Tell me if I’m hurting you," he murmured, his voice barely a rasp.

He moved down to your wrists. He stared at the dark bruises left by Jaxons fingers and for moment his jaw was clenching so hard you could hear his teeth grind. He began to dab the skin and every time you winced or took a sharp breath, he froze, his eyes darting to yours with a look of pure agony. He moved to your collarbone and shoulders, cleaning the small scratches.

As he moved the cloth down to your knees, his hands suddenly stopped. He stayed hunched over, his head hanging low between his shoulders. A heavy silence filled the room, and then you saw it—a single tear splashed onto the top of your foot. Then another.

"Rafe?" you whispered.

He let out a jagged, broken sound like a half sob. He dropped the cloth and buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking violently.

"I saw him," Rafe choked out, "I saw him on top of you. I heard you screaming my name and I wasn't... I wasn't there fast enough. I’m supposed to be the one thing in this world that keeps you safe. That's my only job. And I let that piece of shit put his hands on you."

He looked up then, and the sight was devastating. His eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears, full of guilt. "I know what people say about me. But you were supposed to be the only one I protect. I was supposed to keep the rest of them away. I failed you so bad."

You leaned forward, ignoring the ache in your limbs, and reached down to cup his face. Your fingers brushed against the blood still splattered on his cheek.

"Look at me, Rafe. Look at me," you commanded softly.

He slowly met your eyes.

"You didn't fail me," you said, your voice gaining strength. "He chose to do that. He’s the one who’s sick. But you... you’re the one who stopped him. I heard your voice and I knew I was going to be okay. You saved me. Do you hear me? You saved my life tonight."

Rafe let out a shaky breath, leaning his face into your palm and closing his eyes. He let out a long, shuddering exhale, the tension finally leaving him as he pressed a long kiss to the center of your palm.

"I'm never leaving you alone again," he promised. "I don't care who I have to go through. You’re mine, and I’ve got you. Always."

He finally pulled back,

"You need to get out of these clothes," he said softly. His eyes dropped to the torn hoodie he’d wrapped around you—his hoodie, now stained and ruined. "I’ll get you something clean. Something warm."

He stood up and pulled out your softest pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He walked back to the bed and set them down beside you.

"II'll turn around," he whispered.

When you were done, you crawled under the blankets.

"Rafe," you called out quietly. "You can look now."

He turned around and the tension in his shoulders dropped an inch when he saw you tucked safely under the covers. He walked over and sat on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him making the bed dip.

He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch was so light it was almost a ghost of a feeling. He pulled the blankets up to your chin.

"I’m going to stay right here," he said, his voice dropping to a low, soothing hum. "I’m not going back to the party. I’m not going home. I’m staying in this chair by the bed, and I’m watching that door."

"No," you whispered, reaching out and grabbing his arm. "Stay. Stay on the bed. Please."

Rafe hesitated, looking down at his swollen, bruised hand and the blood still under his fingernails. He looked like he felt too "dirty" to be near you, but the look in your eyes made him crumble. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on top of the covers beside you.

He didn't try to pull you into a tight grip instead, he just let you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He rested his chin on your hair.

"I've got you," he whispered into the dark, his hand resting protectively over yours. "Nobody's ever hurting you again. I promise."

As sleep finally began to pull at you, the last thing you felt was Rafe’s thumb tracing small, soothing circles over the back of your hand, his eyes wide and alert, guarding you until the sun came up.

wait idk if I like this or not

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[rafeslovebug]

— take me away

bf!rafe x reader

contains: family issues, abuse

requested! by @starkeyarchive

it was another sunny day where rafe would usually take you out on a date for ice cream and maybe his room to waste your time there.

you were just about to reach the door, hand already on the doorknob until a voice stopped you—well, your dad's to be exact, "out with that boy again?"

you slowly turn around, taking a deep breath knowing what will come next.

"do you know what people around here are saying about you? do you know how ashamed i am to have someone like you even living under the same roof as i am?" his voice increases the more he talk.

"dad, please.." but he's not listening to you—he never does.

truth is he doesn't even care about your well-being or your whereabouts. the only thing he cares about is his "reputation".

"you listen to me now—you're useless. all you do all day—every day—is hangout with those people causing troubles everywhere. if you go on like this any longer, you're getting nowhere in life."

none of it was true and you know it because you have been working for the rest of your life to prove it to him, but he never sees them.

"no, dad! you don't care about me—you never did. you're only doing this for the sake of your reputation. yeah, the only thing you care about is your image and the way others view you as. you don't care about me!"

before you know it, he's already making his way towards you. his hand went up to slap you, but your hand went up to stop him—resulting in him hitting your arm instead.

he was quicker—already grabbing your face using his other hand with much force as he squeeze your cheeks using his fingers.

"you talk to me like that again and i swear—i swear i'll make you regret everything!" he yelled for the last time before pushing your face away, making you hit your head against the door.

you quickly get out of the house when he was out of sight and rafe was already there—waiting in his car. you hope that he doesn't see or even hear anything.

"hey, baby." he greets you like usual—you thought maybe he didn't hear anything, sighing in relief.

"hey.." you tried to sound normal—act normal. it's not like he heard anything and you don't want to blow your own cover by crying in front of him.

but it was too late—tears already welling up in your eyes as you turn your head away from him.

"hey, what happened? look at me." he reaches out, holding your face in his hands and that's when the tears fall from your eyes.

"i'm sorry.. i didn't mean to ruin this." you sob, leaning against his touch as he wipe the tears away using both his thumbs.

"no, don't say that. you're not ruining anything, okay? i'm right here for you." he pulls you into him, kissing the top of your head as he comforts you.

his eyes went to the red mark on your arm, hand already reaching for it as he brushes his fingers against your reddening skin.

he knows about your dad and how far he would go when he's angry, but you always dismisses it—telling him that it's nothing serious.

no, you never tell him anything that bothers you because he's already going through a lot and you don't want to add more to them.

"rafe, i don't want to feel like this anymore. take me away with you, please.." you cry into his chest and he didn't hesitate—already pulling away to drive.

what you don't know is that he had heard everything—he was worried that you took too long to get out of the house so he went to check.

he went straight back to his car when you finally come out, not wanting you to know—waiting for you to open up when you're finally ready because you never tell him anything that bothers you.

and when you told him to take you away?

he'll make sure that you never go back to this house ever again.

a/n: it's my first request so i'm sorry if it's baddd

[starkeyarchive]

— tempted

rafe x reader

synopsis: a simple shopping trip with rafe quickly turns into a bunch of teasing after seeing you in a dress and makes you get it—and he’s not letting you pay for a single thing no matter how hard you try

note: i did not feel like adding the right capitalization this time sorry guys

it was the third store when you slipped into the fitting room.

rafe leaned against the wall outside, arms crossed, pretending not to care while absolutely caring. the curtain rustled and you spoke.

“okay, don’t laugh.”

“wasn’t planning on it,” he said, smirking.

you stepped out slowly, and rafe looked at you. his smirk dropped instantly, jaw tightening and tongue poking his cheek. the dress hugged you just right, clinging in all the places.

“fuck,” he muttered before he could stop himself.

you grinned. “that bad?”

he stepped closer, one hand slipping to your waist. “no. that dangerous.”

you laughed softly, and his thumb brushed against your hip. he leaned in, not kissing you—just close enough that you could feel him.

“turn around,” he murmured.

you did, and he exhaled through his nose, clearly trying to keep it together. his hands settled on your lower back, fingers warm and grounding.

“you trying to start something in the middle of a mall?” he asked quietly.

you tilted your head back around him. “maybe.”

he chuckled under his breath, forehead dropping to your shoulder for half a second. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you turned back toward the mirror, but he caught your wrist gently.

“your getting this,” he said. not a question.

“i’ll think about it.”

his eyes darkened just a little. “don’t.”

your heart raced as you went back into the fitting room. when you came out again, changed, rafe was still there—still watching you like that.

that’s when you decided you’d pay for it yourself.

you walked to the line and stood at the counter with a pile of clothes in your arms, already pulling your card from your wallet like you’d done this a hundred times before. rafe was right behind you, close enough that you could feel him without touching him.

“i got it,” you said casually, sliding the card forward.

a hand came down over yours—his.

“no,” rafe said, low.

you turned your head slightly, eyebrow raised. “rafe.”

he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “put the card away.”

you scoffed, trying to step forward anyway, but his grip tightened just enough to stop you.

“i can pay for my own stuff,” you insisted, though your voice betrayed you.

he hummed softly behind you, clearly entertained. “yeah,” he murmured. “and i can let you. but i’m not gonna.”

you finally turned to face him, chest nearly brushing his. “why not?”

his eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up.

“because you look real pretty holding things i bought you,” he said. “and because i like when you get that look on your face.”

“what look?”

he smirked, thumb hooking into the strap of your bag and tugging you closer. “that one.”

your breath stuttered, and you hated that he noticed—loved that he noticed.

the cashier cleared their throat awkwardly.

rafe didn’t even look away from you as he pulled out his own card. “sorry,” he said lazily. then, quieter to you, “you can thank me later.”

you crossed your arms, pretending to pout, but he only leaned in again, lips brushing your cheek—barely there.

“don’t worry,” he whispered. “i’ll make it up to you.”

when you walked out, shopping bags swinging from his hands, you tried to take one.

he lifted it just out of reach.

“uh-uh,” he said. “you tried to pay. lost your privileges.”

you glared at him, but he was already smiling—entirely too pleased with himself.

and the worst part?

you let him get away with it.

[starkeyarchive]

— Please Don’t Leave This Time

rafe x reader

mentions of cocaine!!

summary: rafe relapses after rehab and calls you in the middle of the night because he’s scared to be alone and you come over and stay with him and finally comes to you for help.

It’s 3:46 am. Your sleeping when your phone lights up your room.

Rafe

Your heart knows exactly what he’s about say.

You answer immediately.

“Hey—”

“I need you,” he says cutting you off.

“Rafe, what’s wrong?”

He lets out a shaky breath.

“I messed up,” he whispers. “Can you come over? I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

Your stomach drops.

“I’m on my way,” you say, already moving. “Stay where you are.”

“I will,” he promises. “I’m in my room.”

You were stressing on the drive there. Your hands shake on the steering wheel. You keep replaying his voice and how scared he sounded.

When you get to the house, all the lights are off except one.

His.

You don’t knock. You just go up.

The door is unlocked.

His room smells wrong the second you step inside, a familiar smell. Your chest tightens.

Rafe is sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, and breathing heavy.

He looks up when he hears you.

And your heart breaks.

His eyes are red, glassy, rimmed with tears he clearly didn’t expect to still be there. His face is pale. 

On the desk behind him—

A line. A clean line.

He follows your gaze, then squeezes his eyes shut like he can make it disappear if he doesn’t look at it.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately. His voice shakes. “I didn’t plan it. I swear I didn’t. I was thinking I could handle it. Just once.”

You don’t move. You don’t yell.

You step closer.

“I was three months clean,” he continues, words spilling now. “Three. And it was fine, it was fine, and then tonight my head wouldn’t shut up and I kept hearing my dad’s voice and I just—”

His breath breaks.

“When I took the- the line, I didn’t even feel good” he says, tears finally falling. “It didn’t fix anything.”

You kneel in front of him.

He looks at you with tears ready to fall.

“I ruined it,” he whispers. “I ruined everything. You’re gonna hate me.”

Your throat tightens.

“I don’t hate you,” you say softly.

He lets out a broken sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob.

“You should,” he says. “Everyone should. I went to rehab and still did this. What kind of person does that?”

“One who’s struggling.” you answer gently.

He shakes his head hard.

“I looked at it and I thought if I do this, I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t lie and say I’m better.”

His voice drops to a whisper.

“I was scared you’d see me like this.”

You reach up and take his face in your hands. He flinches for half a second—then leans into your touch like he’s starving for it.

“I’m seeing you,” you say. “And I’m still here.”

His breath stutters.

“You’re not leaving?” he asks, terrified.

“No.”

“Even though I relapsed?”

You nod. “Even then.”

That’s when he breaks.

He folds forward, pressing his forehead into your shoulder, gripping your hoodie like he might fall apart if he lets go.

“I tried so hard,” he sobs. “I swear I did. I don’t wanna be like this forever.”

You wrap your arms around him, holding him steady while his body shakes.

“I know,” you murmur. “I know you tried.”

After a moment, his breathing slows but still uneven, but quieter.

“I didn’t finish it,” he says weakly. “I stopped. I called you instead.”

You pull back just enough to look at him.

“That matters,” you say firmly. “That matters so much, Rafe.”

He swallows.

He sits there for a long moment after that, like he’s afraid if he moves too much you’ll go away.

“I don’t trust myself to sleep,” he says. “Every time I close my eyes I see it again. I keep thinking about how close I was.”

You reach for his hand, threading your fingers together.

“Then don’t sleep yet,” you say gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He looks at you like he doesn’t quite believe it.

“Are you really staying,” he says.

“Yes.”

His shoulders sag at that, like something heavy finally slips off them.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs.

You shake your head.

“You deserve the world Rafe and its not about deserving” you say. “It’s about loving someone through the parts they hate about themselves.”

His eyes fill again, but this time he doesn’t look ashamed of it.

“I’m scared,” he admits. “I don’t wanna wake up tomorrow and still be this person.”

You squeeze his hand.

“Tomorrow doesn’t ask you to be different,” you say softly. “It just asks you to try again.”

He leans into you, resting his head against your shoulder. His breathing is uneven, but it slowly starts to match yours.

“I don’t wanna lie anymore,” he whispers. “Not to you. Not to myself.”

“Then don’t,” you reply. “Let me see the bad parts too.”

He lets out a shaky laugh.

“You’re already seeing them.”

“And I’m still here.”

That does it.

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face against your neck.

“How do you always know what to say to me” he says

You let out a soft chuckle.

“What do I do now?”

You pull away from him and glance at the desk. Then back at him.

“First,” you say, “we get rid of it.”

He nods immediately. Doesn’t hesitate.

You stand together. You watch as he clears the desk, hands shaking, then turns back to you like he needs permission to breathe again.

“It’s gone,” he says quietly.

You guide him back to the bed and sit beside him.

“And tomorrow,” you add, “we call your counselor or we go back to rehab if that’s what it takes.”

He looks down.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he whispers.

You lace your fingers with his.

“You won’t,” you say. “But we can’t do this alone.”

He nods, eyes filling again but this time with something softer.

“Thank you for coming,” he says. “I didn’t trust myself tonight.”

You lean your head against his.

“That’s why you called,” you reply. “And I’m proud of you for that.”

He exhales shaky.

That night you realized, he didn’t choose the drug. 

He chose you.

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[rafeslovebug]

— save a horse, ride a cowboy.

bf!rafe x reader

contains: suggestive content.

it was a halloween party with too many people—drunk and reckless.

rafe sat on the couch with her straddling him in a heated make out session. he can taste her—strawberries and the drinks she had throughout the party.

she pulls away, making him chase her lips as he pulls her in by the back of her neck as she laughs into the kiss.

"rafe, please, let me breathe!" she puts a hand on his chest to stop him, but he just took it as a sign to continue—kisses going down to her neck making her lose her breath.

"can't. you look and taste so good.." he sighs, making her shiver as his breath hits her skin.

she was in a fairy costume—a dress so tiny it rides up her thighs as she sat there on his lap with a pair of fairy wings and face full of glitter.

and him? he's only there for her—not even putting any effort to his costume, a cowboy hat sat on his head to convince everyone that he had planned a costume before going.

he was distracted, head still buried in her neck with his hands holding her by the waist as he breathes her in making her wrap her arms tighter around his neck.

she then took his hat, putting it on her own head.

he pulls away with a smirk on his lips, "you know what they say about the cowboy hat rule, right?"

she raised an eyebrow, obviously confused as she tilts her head to the side, "what about the cowboy hat rule? i never heard of it."

he chuckles, leaning in to brush his nose to hers before brushing his lips against hers.

"wear the hat, ride the cowboy." he whispers against her lips before kissing her, his hand going up to the back of her neck as he pulls her in to deepen the kiss.

her eyes widened at that, "wait," but he was already guiding her—making her grind against him as an involuntary moan leaves her.

"we're going home. now." he breathes out, already wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her in his arms.

as the sound of the still ongoing party became distant and the next thing she knows is him already driving the car towards their house after buckling her in, she knows that she's in for a long ride that night.

[starkeyarchive]

this was actually so amazing!!

[starkeyarchive]

Heyyyyy

I love your Conrad fanfics and I absolutely love the "Nobody knew about her" could you like do a second part of it, where it's shown that the reader is far better than belly for conrad and how conrad is genuinely happy and actually forgot about belly. (Maybe add a part where the reader and conrad is having a moment idk) and maybe add conrad's pov?

Have a great day!

Love you💛💛

hiiii I’m very very late but I finally wrote it thanks for the request love you too!

Nobody Knew About Her PT 2

@northernightlights

[starkeyarchive]

— NOBODY KNEW ABOUT HER PT 2

conrad x reader

conrad’s pov!

request: conrad finds out reader is far better than belly for conrad and conrad is genuinely happy and actually forgot about belly. (maybe add a part where the reader and conrad is having a moment idk) and maybe add conrad's pov?

You were standing in front of the mirror, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and Conrad couldn’t stop looking at you. Seriously, the way your lips curved into that little smile, it was like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, and somehow he would never get over it.

“Hey,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.

You turned, cheeks blushing when you realized I’d been staring. “You’re staring,” you said, trying to act annoyed but that little smile gave you away.

“Yeah, guilty,” I admitted, grinning. “But can you blame me? You look perfect.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged, walking closer. “But I mean it. You’re everything I didn’t even know I needed.”

You opened your mouth like you wanted to say something, then just reached for my hand instead 

“I just… I don’t want anyone to ruin tonight,” you said quietly. “Drama, you know?”

I shook my head, thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Not gonna happen. Tonight’s ours. You and me. Everyone else is just there.”

You smiled softly at me, and I felt that familiar pride tighten in my chest.

When we stepped into the living room, the party was going. Laughter, chatter, all that. I barely noticed it. All I saw was you, leaning into me while we got our drinks, scanning the room, and smiling when you caught me staring like you were the only person there.

I watched you talk to my family. You were better than anyone I’d ever known. Patient when Belly had been sharp. Kind when she’d been distant. Real where everything before had been… messy.

I reached across the table, brushing my fingers against yours. You looked up at me, and in that instant, I didn’t care about anyone else.

And then you laughed at something Laurel said.

It hit me. Hard. You were everything. Everything I didn’t even know I wanted, everything I didn’t know I’d been waiting for.

And then it hit me even harder. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d thought about her. Belly. She just… didn’t matter. Not anymore.

I brushed my thumb over your hand again, and it hit me. You’re better than anyone I’ve ever known. Far better than her.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured under my breath. Not just how you looked, but your laugh, the way you moved, the way everything finally just… made sense.

I leaned closer, still holding your hand, and whispered, “I’m so happy. Really happy.”

You squeezed my hand back, eyes soft, and I knew you felt it too. This quiet certainty between us? This wasn’t just a moment. This was everything.

And in that instant, he understood that you're not just better than her.

You’re the one.

With you, there’s nothing to regret. Just everything to feel. Only happiness.

felt like writing cause its been a minute but I think I got worse at it and completely forgot how Conrads character was because im back in my rafe/drew phase

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hi! i saw requests are open:) it’s for conrad

reader is having a depressive episode and doesn’t tell anyone and conrad instantly picks up on it and helps her through it like just helping her eat and drink and brushing her hair just soft things:)

if you could do this that would be amazing🫶

I actually completely forgot to respond to this but I wrote it back in September here it is!

For the Hard Parts Too

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For the Hard Parts Too

conrad x reader

request: reader is having a depressive episode and doesn’t tell anyone and conrad instantly picks up on it and helps her through it like just helping her eat and drink and brushing her hair just soft things:)

You weren’t sure what triggered it exactly, maybe it was the pile of assignments on your desk, maybe the exhaustion of pretending you were fine every day, maybe nothing at all. Depression never really made sense. It just happened. One morning you woke up and the weight was there, pressing down, heavy enough to keep you in bed.

So you didn’t move. You hadn’t eaten since the day before, and your throat felt dry, but the thought of standing, of doing anything, felt impossible. You pulled the covers tighter around yourself and hoped no one would notice.

But Conrad noticed. He always did.

The first time he poked his head into your room, you pretended to be asleep. He didn’t call you out, just whispered, “Okay,” and let you be. But an hour later, when he returned, he didn’t leave. He sat on the edge of the bed and said your name softly.

“Hey,” he murmured. “It’s me.”

You opened your eyes slowly, squinting at him in the dim light. He gave you a half-smile, not the wide, teasing kind, but the gentle one.

“You’ve been in here all day,” he said carefully. No judgment, no accusation. Just an observation.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, voice scratchy.

Conrad tilted his head, studying you. “You’re not,” he said simply. He leaned a little closer. “When’s the last time you ate?”

You shrugged. That alone made his jaw tighten, not in anger but in quiet worry.

“Okay,” he nodded slowly, standing. “Stay here.”

You thought he’d leave for good, but he came back minutes later balancing a plate of apple slices and a glass of water. He set them down on the nightstand, then perched beside you again.

“Just a little,” he coaxed, sliding the plate closer.

You shook your head weakly. “I’m not hungry.”

Conrad didn’t push, not right away. Instead, he picked up a slice himself and held it out to you. “Then for me,” he said softly. “One bite.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening. “Con…”

“I’m not going away until you do,” he promised, voice steady. “You don’t have to finish it. Just try.”

It took everything in you, but you leaned forward and took the smallest bite. Conrad’s shoulders relaxed immediately.

“There you go,” he said gently. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

And somehow, you kept eating. Slowly. He didn’t rush you, didn’t comment when you stopped after half the plate, just quietly set it aside.

You looked away quickly, your eyes stinging, but Conrad didn’t mention it. He just brushed his knuckles against your arm before standing again.

When he returned this time, he had your hairbrush in his hand.

“Can I?” he asked softly, holding it up.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Brush your hair, I know you haven’t brushed it in a while and you want too” he clarified. “If you’ll let me.”

You hesitated, then nodded. Conrad climbed onto the bed, sitting behind you. He was careful, starting with his fingers to work through the knots, murmuring little apologies whenever he tugged too hard.

“You always smell like coconut,” he teased lightly after a while, holding up a strand. “What shampoo do you even use?”

You huffed the faintest laugh, shaking your head. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“There she is,” he said softly, like he’d just heard music for the first time all day.

When he was done, he set the brush aside and shifted to sit beside you again. “Do you want some tea?”

You shrugged, but Conrad took that as permission. Soon enough he was back, pressing your favorite mug into your hands. He waited while you took a sip, nodding approvingly when you did.

As the evening settled in, Conrad tugged the blankets down and slid into bed beside you. You curled into his chest, and he wrapped his arm around you, his hand drawing lazy circles along your back.

“You don’t have to talk,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ll stay anyway.”

Your voice was muffled against his shirt. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

Conrad pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes steady, serious. “Deal with you?” he asked softly. “You’re not a burden. Not ever.” His thumb brushed over your cheek, warm and grounding. “I want to be here.”

The tears came silently, and Conrad just held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple.

When your breathing finally evened out, he whispered again, so low you almost didn’t hear it: “I’ve got you. Always.”

And with his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you finally let yourself drift to sleep.

I’m sorry this took me forever to do I’ve been so busy with practice and school (my ap classes are killing me 😔) it also didn’t give me a option to directly respond to the request

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Drew Starkey

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Fluff

Road Mishaps — husband!rafe x wife!reader

synopsis : drew comforts you when you have motion sickness during your pregnancy

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Conrad Fisher

main masterlist | requests are open

Fluff

Even When I’m Mad, Your Still Mine

synopsis : conrad seeing you after a argument and getting protective after seeing a guy making you uncomfortable

The Summer He Proposed

synopsis : conrad proposes to you

Nobody Knew About Her

synopsis : conrad kept his relationship with you a secret and brings you randomly for christmas and everyone is in shock

Even Now, I Love you — ex!reader x ex!conrad

synopsis : You and Conrad, exes, are arguing and you reconnect during a storm

The First Key

synopsis : conrad takes care of you after coming back with food and realizing you’d overworked yourself while he was gone after a long day of moving in together

This Christmas, Forever

synopsis : conrad ring shops for you and you announce your engagement at Christmas

Your Arms, His Safe Place

synopsis : Conrad reaches his breaking point after a call with his dad about his mom’s estate, he broken down from the weight having to be the strong one and you comfort him

Sick Conrad

synopsis : you taking care of sick conrad

For the Hard Parts Too

synopsis: reader is having a depressive episode and doesn’t tell anyone and conrad instantly picks up on it and helps her through it like just helping her eat and drink and brushing her hair just soft thing

Nobody Knew About Her PT 2

synopsis: conrad finds out reader is far better than belly for conrad and conrad is genuinely happy and actually forgot about belly. conrad's pov!

Smut

Still Mad, Still Mine

synopsis : jealous sex with conrad (part 2 of “Even When I’m Mad, Your Still Mine”

Angst to Fluff

After Her, There Was You

synopsis : you meet conrad in college, he's still not over belly, but after meeting you things change

Headcanon

married life with conrad

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The Summer I Turned Pretty

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Conrad Fisher

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JJ Maybank

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Fluff

Never Leave Me Again

synopsis : reader returns after four years, finds JJ with a girlfriend, but at the bonfire he admits he still loves her

Caught — Rafe’s sister!reader x JJ Maybank

synopsis : reader and JJ have been secretly dating, JJ burns himself while making candles, Rafe finds out, but after reader explains, he backs down, and they keep their relationship hidden from the Pogues

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Rafe Cameron

main masterlist | requests are open

Fluff

Please Don't Leave This Time

synopsis: rafe relapses after rehab and calls you in the middle of the night because he’s scared to be alone and you come over and stay with him and finally comes to you for help.

Tempted

synopsis: a simple shopping trip with rafe quickly turns into a bunch of teasing after seeing you in a dress and makes you get it—and he’s not letting you pay for a single thing no matter how hard you try

I Got Here in Time

synopsis: synopsis: at one of his parties, a kook who’s been obsessing over you follows you to rafe’s room and attacks you. rafe finds you in time, violently stops him, and the night ends with rafe makes sure you’re safe, and he has a little break down and guilt for not saving you.

Headcanon

freaky husband rafe headcanon

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Outer Banks

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Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank