I AM SO READY FOR THESE TWO TO GET TOGETHERRRR

I AM SO READY FOR THESE TWO TO GET TOGETHERRRR

feeling fragile today. could we possibly get a soft rafe wild winds snippet?

Oh my goodness! I hope you’re feeling a little better! Take time for yourself! Remember that you’re important and not alone!

Of course we can have a snippet!

Read Wild Winds Here!

MDNI 18+ | Suggestive conversation and feelings.

Logan held her breath, eyes glued to Rafe’s as he stroked her leg, his long fingers gliding up and down her shin. The atmosphere was thick and charged and she felt herself tingle as his fingers gently ran over her knee. Briefly his eyes shifted from hers to her legs and Logan pivoted slightly, extending her legs further to give him more area to feel.

It was wrong. On so many levels it was wrong. Rafe was a Kook, a drug addict, a drop out, and she was fairly certain he had an anger problem, but the Rafe sitting beside her, drinking a Stella Artois beer was someone else. The same someone who loved his baby sister, who gave her rides home so she didn’t have to walk, who fixed her fucking car as a thank you.

His hand ran back down her leg all the way to her ankle, toying with the gold anklet she had around it, adjusting it so it laid correctly against her skin. “Do you want to go for a swim?” Rafe looked up at her, eyebrows lifting and she bit her lower lip, “I don’t have a suit, but I’m sure we can make do…”

Rafe released her leg, his actions serving as an affirmative response, and Logan slowly pushed herself up to stand before unbuttoning her denim shorts, letting the material fall down her legs and pool at her feet. The boy beside her seemed to take in her freshly exposed legs happily, eyes focused on the lacey underwear she wore next. She kicked the denim off to the side before pulling off her tank-top, the material landing on top of the shorts, leaving her in a matching bra, bits of lace along the cup.

She took a step towards the edge of the pool, Rafe sitting up straighter with interest as she dove in, the cool water hitting her overheated skin seconds later.

Logan came up for air after pushing off from the bottom, water stuck to her eyelashes as she looked over at him, her legs kicking to keep her head above water, “You gonna join me or just be a creep?”

Rate laughed, tugging off his polo before unbuttoning his shorts and Logan tried not to stare too hard at the sight of him in his boxer briefs before he dove into the pool after her.

Me to Luke

do you have any snippets of Logan telling Rafe things Luke did that you would be willing to share?

I have one that I can share!

18+ MDNI | Mentioned of abuse, child abuse, canon-typical violence and abuse.

“What about this one?”

Logan’s head rolled from one shoulder to the other, glancing towards Rafe’s hand where he was absentmindedly stroking her hip, the tips of his fingers grazing the very thin scar that sat just to the side of her bellybutton and stretched out towards her hip.

“That was a broken beer bottle,” Logan closed her eyes, feeling Rafe’s fingers trace the mark, “when I was…seventeen.”

“Luke?”

“Hmmm.” Logan stretched her legs out, feeling Rafe shift onto his side as his entire hand slid across her waist, fingers fanning out to cover the mark, “JJ got in trouble at the Stop N’ Shop. Got caught stealing something and the owner called Luke, he left work and went to pick him up, paid for the stolen shit and then hauled JJ home.”

She opened her eyes when she felt Rafe’s lips along the scar, nose dragging across it after, “How’d you get it, then?”

“He’d been out of jail for a few months,” Logan lifted a hand to slide it through his hair, pushing it back and off his forehead, “so he was on edge, basically threw JJ inside the house. I was just about to head to work when they came in. I can’t remember how the bottle got broken—I think he smashed it against the counter, but he had JJ against the wall and I tried to get in the middle of it and ended up getting sliced.” Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed and Logan ran her finger across the space between them, “I’m ok now. It was just a quick in and out at the emergency room. A few stitches and a tetanus shot—told them I fell across some glass on the beach.”

“Doesn’t make it ok.”

You'll Be Safe - Chapter Six

ELLIE DOUBLE-, TRIPLE-, AND QUADRUPLE-CHECKED THE MIRROR TEN MINUTES BEFORE SHE AND HER MOM NEEDED TO LEAVE TO MEET HER COUSIN AT HIS NEW HOUSE. While she usually wouldn’t have any issues leaving the house in her favorite tea-length dress, she couldn’t help but worry. The massive bruise on her back was still there. The deep purple and dark blue blotches were painful to look at, especially with how they contrasted against her skin. The only upside was that no one else seemed to be able to see it but her, as evidenced when her mom came in barging not even a few minutes after Ellie had run up to her.

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I don't know what you're talking about, my love O//W//O, but please enjoy this little drabble dedicated to another one of our brainchild. Happy 1K followers, my love! It's been so wonderful to see how much your blog has grown and it brings me so much joy to know that others see what an incredible writer you are.

"It's not fair!" Sansa insisted to her parents, stomping one foot on the stone floor, emphasizing her anger and ire. "Birdy is MY friend, not Robb's! He can't keep trying to steal her!"

"She's not an actual bird, sister," Robb quipped back, annoyed that his younger sister was making such a pointless fuss. "And I wasn't stealing. We were simply talking."

Lord Eddard Stark was exhausted after a long day of acting as the high lords of his ancestral home. The last thing he had expected was his solar to be barged in by his eldest daughter, demanding that his eldest son and her older trueborn brother be barred from speaking from her favorite handmaiden. However, it seemed that dealing with Robb was going to be as much as a dread, if not more than Sansa, if his tense shoulders and scowl were anything to go by.

It wasn't that Ned Stark wasn't grateful for your presence, however strange the circumstances of your arrival were. It was highly unusual for a bastard of a noble to come to be the handmaid of a highborn lord's daughter such as Sansa, even more so when your sire was none other than Roose Bolton himself. Truly, he was shocked when Sansa begged him and his wife to promote you to such a high rank. But he couldn't deny how happy you've made his daughter.

"Look, Father!" she was beaming the other morning when she came down to the Great Hall to break fast with the family. "Do you notice anything different today?" Now, Ned loved all his children, but he was the first to admit that he was as ill-informed as any other man regarding matters of women and young girls. However, looking up from his plate, he was surprised to indeed have noticed something different about his daughter's appearance today. "You've done something with your hair," he replied, inwardly delighted with himself from how Sansa smiled wider. "It looks lovely, dear." "Isn't it beautiful? Birdy brushed and braided it for me!" Sansa went to her seat. "She found wild blue roses the other day and thought of braiding them into my hair today!" "It looks wonderful, Sansa," Catelyn Stark nodded. Despite her distaste for her husband's decision to take in Roose Bolton's bastard, she couldn't deny that the girl was good at her work. "Birdy said she could go to the market at Winter Town tomorrow. But she said that she'd wait until after my lessons with Septa Mordane if I wanted to come with her," Sansa looked at her parents with pleading eyes. "May I please go?" Catelyn nodded, "Robb, would you mind escorting your sister and Lady Snow to the marketplace later after your lessons with Rodrick?" Sansa spoke for her brother. "There's no need for Robb to join us. Birdy already asked Jon to do it." "I'll go," Robb interjected, ecstatic with glee at the idea of walking around town with you. He looked back to see your reaction. As usual, you weren't paying attention to anyone and lost in your little world. You seemed to be talking to a new bird today, the little creature cheerily twittering into your ear. Robb spent the rest of the meal lost in his daytime dreams of you, utterly oblivious to the growing irritation of his younger sister.

Sansa pouted and crossed her arms, "You already have Jon, and Theon follows you everywhere! Why do you need to talk to Birdy for anything anyway? She doesn't like to talk about swords or hunting..." She turned to their father. "He even went so far as to pull her into a corner after we broke fast!"

"WHA-!" Robb balked, and the tips of his ears went red. "I did NOT--!"

"Robb," their father, Ned Stark, turned to his son with stern eyes. While Ned was confident that Robb knew better than to act so dishonorably, he wasn't blind to how quickly his eldest son and heir had taken to Sansa's new handmaiden. "Is what your sister speaks true?"

Robb rubbed his eyes and loudly sighed out his frustration. He loved his sister as much as anyone else in his family, but gods above, she could be so much. Really, how can you ever manage to keep your patience with such a tiresome girl he'll never understand?

"No," he firmly replied. "I was merely informing her that I would be joining Jon in escorting her and Sansa to the market."

"I already told you that you don't have to come!" Sansa growled. "Every time Birdy and I talk, you have to come in and interrupt!"

"You spend so much time together. Have you ever considered that perhaps I'm rescuing her from you?" Robb muttered, just low enough for his sister to hear but not his father.

"I heard that, Robb," their father grumbled. Ned looked like he had aged ten years since his children came in and interrupted his peace. "Sansa, you know better than to falsely accuse your brother like that. Robb, please refrain from any impulsive actions. As the next Lord of Winterfell, you need to remember your differing stations."

"Yes, Father," the siblings grumbled in unison. But anyone could tell that this issue was far from over.

"Honestly...! Robb can be so annoying!" Sansa and you have just returned from the market stand with your favorite spinner. What should have been a relaxing walk turned out to be a tiresome activity with the addition of not one but both of her older brothers. "He always has to put his nose into everything!" She waited for you to agree, but you were silent. Turning to look at you, her frustration grew when she realized you weren't paying attention. "Are you even listening to me?"

You finally looked up from your knitting and impassively blinked. "Not really...why? Was it important?"

Sansa sighed before sitting beside you. You and her were sitting underneath the Weirwood Tree, your favorite spot in the Godswood. "As your lady, everything I say to you is important. You're my handmaid; you should know this..."

You dispassionately shrugged. "I'm still not very familiar with the ways of highborn nobles."

Sansa indignantly huffed before pouting. You gave a small smile before going back to your knitting.

“Who do you like better, me or Robb?”

You look at her lady in surprise and confusion. “Your brother? Lord Stark’s firstborn?”

Sansa nods. “Yes, now tell me, do you like me or him better?”

You cocks your head to the side. “Why would that matter, my lady?”

“Because it does!” Sansa rolls her eyes. "He's always interrupting us and trying to flirt with you!"

You carefully think about it. You hadn’t really spent much time with Lord Robb. You're more likely to play with the little ones or Jon, which is common ground for both of you being bastards. In the beginning, Robb tended to avoid you whenever he could. But now he tends to single you out whenever he sees you and his sister talking. “Your brother has been very kind to me. He is certainly very nice. But I haven’t spent much time with him to know. When he does try to talk to me, I find it sometimes difficult to talk with him.”

Sansa’s eyes widen. “He hasn’t been rude to you like Theon, has he?” She shook her head.

“No, just…hard to talk. Not much to say from me to him I suppose.”

“Is that how it is with me?”

You turn to Sansa. “No, I find it very easy to talk to you, my lady. You are very different from me, but I like our discussions very much.”

Each word you spoke was true. Many would consider your Lady Sansa, a silly little girl who believed in too many stories about pretty princes and great heroes. But you knew true evil - you were born from it and was raised with it looming over your shoulder for your entire life. Snasa may have been naive, but she was a kind girl who still saw the beauty in her world. A beauty you couldn't see, but could appreciate.

You and her were very different, but you enjoyed spending time with her. It was apparent she was very proud of her noble birth, but you never felt uncomfortable. In fact, you felt as relaxed with her as you do with Maester Luwin, going so far as to speak informally with her without any other company.

Sansa smiles and hugs you. “I think so, too. So you do like me more than Robb.”

You think and nod. “Yes, I am very confident to say that is the case.”

Jon loved Robb - really, he did. But gods above, his brother could be a brat. "Future lords aren't supposed to sulk."

Robb growled, "I am not sulking."

"Pouting, then..." Jon muttered, going back to aim his arrow at the target. But the arrow flew over the wall when a stray snowball hit his head. Jon turned to his brother, annoyed. "If you want to get to know her so bad, why don't you talk to her without Sansa? You might stand a better chance than just pining after her all day."

"I am not - oh, fuck off," Robb went back to hacking the straw dummy before him. He didn't want to admit it, but Jon was right. It didn't take a genius to guess that his terrible mood had little to do with training and more to do with the fact he failed in his chance to get you alone...again. "Why does she have to be around Birdy all the time, anyway?"

"...Because she's her lady...?"

Robb wanted to scream, "Yeah, but - y'know...doesn't ever annoy you?"

Jon shook his head. Truthfully, it wasn't long ago that his relationship with his half-sister was very different. Before you arrived at Winterfell, the way Sansa treated him was barely better than Lady Stark. She neither acknowledged his presence nor ever referred to him as her brother. But ever since your arrival, the icy wall that separated began to slowly thaw. After befriending you, Sansa gained a whole different perspective on bastardy and was more thoughtful and considerate of how she treated Jon. She even gave him a handkerchief with an embroidered direwolf for his name-day gift.

Jon doubted he and Sansa would ever be as close as he and Ayra, but they were making progress.

Robb wiped the sweat pooling on his forehead. "What would I even talk about with her?"

Jon had the nerve to act oblivious. "Why're you asking me?"

Robb's curse nearly spewed out, "You know why. You're the only one she likes talking to... what the hell do the two of you even talk about for so long?"

"I dunno," Jon shrugged. He knew he wasn't being particularly helpful, but he really didn't have an answer. "Look, just talk to her about anything. Better than what you do now..."

"What are you two talking about?"

Robb and Jon turned around in a panic. There you were, standing in the courtyard with your infamous impassive stare. It was painful to see how effortlessly beautiful you were. You stood like a true beacon of Northern beauty, so much so that all the animals inside the keep craved your company. Robb couldn't recall the number of times he found you cheerily conversing with rats from the kitchen or the crows in the rook.

What he would give to have you speak with him with such eagerness...

"Nothing of importance, my lady," he tried to act as normal as possible. "Why? Do you need assistance with anything?"

You shook your head. "I just wanted to drop something off, " you said, digging into your pouch. You pulled out a package wrapped in a burlap sack and twine. "I mended your gloves. They were looking a bit frayed, so I stitched them. They should last a bit longer now."

Robb didn't respond. He just stood and stared like an idiot who had forgotten his own name. It wasn't until Jon jabbed into his side with his elbow that he thanked you for your help.

"Thank you, my lady," He cleared his throat before taking the package from your hands. He opened the package and wasn't surprised in the least at how his old gloves looked better than when he first got them. You always had that magic touch. "They smell different."

You nodded, "Yes, Ayra mentioned that you were upset last week because I didn't give you my favor since I promised to give it to Jon. She also said you stink after training, so I should ensure the gloves mask the odor." When he didn't react, you decided to provide further clarification. "She said it would help you."

"I'm going to kill Arya," Robb thought to himself. He could see Jon's shoulder shake with laughter from the corner of his eye.

You bowed to take your leave. "Now, excuse me, my lords. I must attend to Edwina."

"A fellow maid?"

"No, the duck in the stable. She's pregnant, and I knitted a scarf for her."

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SCREAMING CRYING FLAILING ON THE FLOOORRRRRRRR

KATE THIS IS AMAZING AND THE PRECIOUSNESS OF JJ AND ELLIE IS TOO MUCH

love the new chapter!! is there any chance we could get a snippet of jj and rafe interacting at some point? i’m so excited for how their dynamic is going to play out

Yes!! This takes place during Midsummers!

Read Wild Winds Here!

18+ MDNI | Language, references to sex, Rafe aggravating JJ.

Tagging @cdragons, since Ellie belongs to her!

At first he thought Ellie was going to breeze past him, but soon it became abundantly clear that she was heading for him, rather than around, and so he lifted an eyebrow, trying to remember the last time they actually spoke one-on-one. “Ellie…?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” A frown crossed Ellie’s forehead and he only lifted both eyebrows into his hairline, clearly surprised by not only her talking to him, but the intensity of which she started with. 

“Like right now?” Rafe glanced around, eyebrows still raised, “Just…standing here…?”

“No, not right now,” Ellie rested a hand on her hip and Rafe only continued to look on in confusion. “I’ve seen your car on the Cut more than a few times, and I’ve seen the way you stare at Logan at the club. What’s your game?”

“My…game…?”

“You’re either creepy as fuck or you’re up to no good,” Ellie lifted an eyebrow of her own, but despise the shorter girl trying to appear intimidating, Rafe had to try to keep his amusement from showing as he realized what Ellie was referring to, “so which is it?”

“Uh…” Rafe lifted a hand to scratch behind his ear, covering his laugh with a cough when her eyes narrowed even further, “...neither…?”

“I know what I’ve seen, Rafe,” Ellie tapped her foot against the floor, “you better leave her alone. I don’t know why you’re bullying Pope and JJ or why there’s a feud, but it needs to stop. Going after Logan is only going to make things worse. If you think they’re mad now…”

“Yeah…” Rafe didn’t bother to hide his chuckle this time, “that’s not what's happening, at all.”

“Then what’s happening?” Ellie asked, “Are you obsessed or something? Because you’re lucky JJ’s been too distracted to pick up on it. Trust me when I say no one messes with his sister.” 

“I’m not messing with his sister,” Rafe shook his head, “you can all relax, alright?”

“Rafe…” Ellie shook her head back and forth, “I swear, if you’re going after her…”

“Maybe…” Rafe took a step to the side, leaning over to place his untouched flute of champagne on one of the nearby tables, “you should open your eyes a little bit, huh, Sherlock? If you’re already watching, you’re definitely not looking close enough.” Ellie’s frown deepened and he sent her a wink when she didn’t respond, “You have a good night, Ellie.”

However, before he could successfully sneak away, not being able to stand being away from Logan any longer, he ran directly into JJ, the youngest Maybank looking the opposite of pleased, his own eyebrows furrowed as he looked between him and Ellie, “What the fuck is goin’ on over here?”

Rafe sighed heavily, eyes lifting upwards before he connected the dots, making a mental note to give Logan the twenty bucks he bet her earlier. “Lookin’ good, JJ. Didn’t know you were invited to this shindig,” 

“H—he’s my guest…” 

“Right,” Rafe drew the word out, glancing between the two as he nodded slowly, “the uniform just screams guest…” 

“What do you want, Rafe?” JJ moved closer to Ellie, all of them vaguely aware of a soft voice calling Ellie away, both Rafe and JJ watching as Ellie glanced between them nervously before moving towards her mother. “You don’t have any business talking to Ellie.”

Rafe cocked an eyebrow, looking over JJ’s shoulder towards the spot Ellie stood with her mom, Anna, and Kiara, amusement crossing his eyes as he looked back to JJ, “Last time I checked, Maybank, I can talk to whomever I want.” JJ’s eyes narrowed further, “And uh—last time I checked, Ellie came up to me. So you better get a grip on yourself and man up before she moves on to someone else…”

JJ took a step forward and Rafe pulled his hands from his pockets, grabbing onto JJ’s shoulders, squeezing them just a little too tight as JJ glared up at him, jaw set hard, “Mind your fuckin’ business, Rafe—”

“Yeah, I’mma do that,” Rafe drug his hands across JJ’s shoulders before he gripped his tie, the crooked accessory bothering him as he adjusted it, tightening it just a little tighter than need be as JJ slapped his hands away. Rafe easily took a step back, smirk falling across his face as he slipped his hands into his pockets, “Make sure you tell Logan I thought she was lookin' really hot yesterday at work, alright? Your sister’s a smoke show.” If it was possible, JJ turned at least three different shades of red, both hands squeezed into a fist as Rafe walked away, purposely bumping into his shoulder as he passed, but before he could get too far away, he turned around and ran a hand along his jaw, JJ nearly vibrating where he stood as Rafe glanced pointedly towards Ellie, his voice loud enough that she could hear,  “And uh, use protection tonight. No glove, no love—bro.”

JJ!!!

I’VE BEEN A BAD GIRL, TOO!!!

Can we have more snippet of jj and audrey? They always hold special space in my heart since I read it from the very beggining. So I always miss them ahaha

Yes! Here's a quick snippet from an upcoming chapter! I'm so glad you're enjoying their story!

Read Into the Mist here!

18+ MDNI | Language, suggestive conversation, foreplay.

“I’m sorry.”

Audrey wrapped her arms fully around JJ’s neck, her forehead pressing to his shoulder as his slipped around her waist, hugging her tightly. They were both breathing heavily, the adrenaline combined with their argument still working its way out of their systems. 

“It’s alright,” JJ pressed his mouth to her ear, hugging her tighter as the shower steam filled the small room, fogging up the mirror. “We’re both really stressed out right now.”

Audrey inhaled his familiar smell, taking in the scent of sandalwood and weed, her nails digging into the bare skin of his torso. Having just caught him before he stepped into the shower, she couldn’t help but cling to his skin, never wanting to experience the feeling of losing him again. “I love you,” Audrey felt the tears escape her eyes, pressing herself impossibly closer as JJ’s arms tightened around her, “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry.”

“Baby—I love you too,” JJ slipped his fingers up her neck and into her hair, massaging her scalp as he rocked her gently, “I’m here, I promise. I’m not going anywhere. It’s ok.”

“It’s not—it’s not. I’ve been a terrible girlfriend and I’m sorry—”

JJ pulled away, an indigent sound coming from the back of his throat as he cupped her face, pressing his forehead to hers, “Look at me.” She did as she was told, emerald meeting sapphire as he searched her eyes, “I never want to hear that again. You’re not a terrible girlfriend. You’ve got a ridiculous amount of stress right now and anyone else would be going insane. I love you, I’m here, we’re good. Ok? We’re more than good.”

“Are you sure?”

JJ dropped his mouth to hers, answering her question with a passionate kiss, tugging her closer. The sounds of water hitting the tiled floor echoed all around and Audrey gasped as he walked her back to the glass door, pressing her into it, both of his hands moving to rest flat against, “Does that seem like I’m sure?” Audrey nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as he pressed himself further against her, eyes filled with something that made her stomach flip. “Words, Aud—tell me it does.”

“Yes,” Audrey whispered back, her reply fanning across his mouth as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to the corner of hers, “yes, it seems like you’re sure.”

“I told you months ago that this is it for me,” JJ lifted his hands from the glass door, lacing their fingers together before he brought them up and over their heads, pressing them against the shower door a moment later, “I’d fuckin’ marry you right now if you let me.”

“I know.” Audrey’s eyes fluttered closed as he pressed a lingering kiss to her chin and then her neck, nudging her head back with his own, “But I’m still sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” JJ’s hands left hers, his fingers quickly working the buttons of her shirt undone, dragging the material off her shoulders, leaving her in the soft cotton sports bra and biker shorts, “unless you’re gonna be a bad girl inside that shower…”