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pairings: rafe cameron x reader, platonic!pogues x reader

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of bruises and blood, profanities, angst

word count: 1181

prompt: ‘then something broke in me and i wanted to go home’ [wish that you were here, florence + the machine] for @pad-foots' 7 days of angst challenge.

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home is where the heart is, they said.

it could be a place, somewhere you’ve found solace in. the place you’d go back to and get thumped by a sense of nostalgia and sentimentality, yearning for the days where it was all so simple.

but truthfully, home is a person. home is a feeling. as you grow older, you’ll start to realize that the concept of home doesn’t have anything to do with stacked bricks and cement, but it’s more of the people you share it with, the people you’ve grown to love.

you haven’t felt at home in weeks.

maybe it was rafe’s lack of affection and care, or maybe it’s because he was high off his ass all the time, or maybe because he wasn’t the same boy you loved.

it was a tiring routine, really. he’ll text you to come over, you’ll get a smidge of hope that he’ll finally come around and apologize for being a dickhead, only to find out that you’re there to watch him snort some coke, take care of him as he comes off his high, and go home with a heavy heart.

you didn’t know what happened, the both of you were okay. you were two teenagers in love, not letting the rivalry between the pogues and kooks get in the way of your blooming romance. everything was doing great until he found the same love and happiness in the drugs he once had with you.

you were so sick and tired of it. you still loved rafe, but you don’t know how much more you could handle until you break.

the jingling of the doorknob interrupted your bustling thoughts, you’ve been waiting for rafe in his room. you sighed as you turned off the tv, completely missing half of the movie.

rafe stumbled across the dark room, fumbling with the light switch as he groaned.

as soon as he flickered it on, your gasp caught his attention, “oh, good, you’re here,”

“rafe, what the fuck?” you immediately ran over to him, supporting his figure over to the bed. his face was bruised and he had a bloody nose.

you went straight to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit under the sink’s cupboard. when you stood back up, your reflection caught your attention. you don’t even look like yourself anymore, features of exhaustion shrouding your face.

you sighed, shutting your eyes shut as you tried to keep your tears in bay. it was as if worrying for rafe 24/7 has sucked the life and ambition from you. your eyes looked dead and dark, full of hurt as you thought of rafe and the mess you’d have to deal with once again.

“y/n?” rafe called out, sitting up against the headboard. wincing as he felt the pain of the bruises.

you took one more deep breath before making your way towards him.

“y/n,” he mumbled softly, grimacing as you dabbed the alcohol-soaked cotton on his grazed temple.

you hummed, avoiding eye contact as you continued patching him up.

“i’m sorry, baby. i knew i said i’d stop getting into fights but-“

you let out a shaky breath, leaning your head on his chest. slowly, sobs racked your body as you clenched the bedsheets in your hands, “i’m so tired, rafe, so tired.”

“me, too,” he cooed, rubbing your back soothingly. you looked up at him to see his eyes red and droopy. he was coming off from another high.

you swallowed, applying more antiseptics on his wounds. as you cleaned up the kit, he grabbed your arm and brought you into his embrace. in his drowsy state, he got to slur out a soft, “i love you, y/n,”

ridiculously enough, tears blurred your vision once more. you let them fall as you whimpered against his arms.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“everything, rafe. i’m so fucking tired of looking after you, you aren’t the same rafe cameron who i fell in love with,” you sniffed, “god forbid i sound pathetic but i don’t want this vile, cruel, and druggy version of you with a tough guy act. i want the rafe who used to cancel golfing out with friends to spend the day watching disney movies with me, the rafe who cooks breakfast in bed, the rafe who loves me and acts as if i was his world.”

you whimpered, ”i- i just want to go home,”

“what do you mean? you are home,” he sat up, trying to blink away the haziness of his eyes.

“no, i’m not, and i haven’t been in weeks!” you cried, removing yourself from his hold.

“y/n, come on. we could fix this, i promise i’ll get better,” he pleaded, his own eyes getting watery.

“i want to go home, rafe, let me go,” you sniffed, “let me go…” you whispered.

slowly, he approached you and pulled you into a hug, letting you cry against his chest.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he repeated over and over again. his own heart breaking with every noise of pain you made.

with one last kiss on your temple, he separated your bodies, “i’m sorry, i love you.”

you let the tears fall freely, squeezing his hand before letting go, leaving him alone in his room.

you drove away from tannyhill, sniffling as you turned on the radio to block out all intrusive thoughts.

putting your car in park, you didn’t realize that you drove yourself to the chateau until you took in the sight of the small cabin and fairy lights hung around from tree to tree.

you inhaled deeply, rubbing your eyes to wipe away all the tears. you didn’t know if they’ll still welcome you in, but all you could do was hope.

the sound of a car engine made all of the pogues pause their bonfire conversation, they didn’t know what to expect when they jogged towards the porch, but it definitely wasn’t a teary y/n.

“y/n?” kiara’s voice called out, her eyebrows were furrowed just like the rest of them.

your head snapped towards their direction, the sight of the group made your heart clench, you started fumbling with your words, “hey guys, i’m sorry. i don’t know what i’m doing here, i’ll just go, i’m sorry.”

“what’s wrong?” pope asked, watching as kiara walked towards you, opening her arms for a hug.

when she wrapped your arms around you, something about her warmth and their concern about you made you break. you clutched onto her tightly as you let your emotions flood, “i’m sorry,”

she shushed you, rubbing her hand up and down your back as you continued to cry.

their hearts broke as you continued to cry, john b walked past the two boys and brought you into a tight hug, followed by pope and jj.

they slowly lowered into the ground as they enveloped you in a group hug.

home isn’t a place. home is where the other half of your soul is, and home is with the pogues.

you finally feel at home.

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hii are you going to do a third part for the older boy ?

yes ! (i was laughing so hard at this ask last night because i feel so bad for just basically dropping all my cobra kai content 😭) but yes there will be a third part!

liane once again kills it 😼❤️

matters the most

pairings: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: profanities, mentions of alcoholic beverages, sexual comments

word count: 1996

request: give me rafe angst with prompt "god, i can't even look at you" pogue reader

a/n: all the love to @s1ater as always, and thank you to @iwritesiriusly for being the best <3

love is such a concept that most people would often dream of, wanting the full experience of having butterflies in your stomach, fireworks erupting with every kiss, the messy and complicated rollercoaster ride. everything about love just sounds so beautiful.

love brings two people, from strangers, or enemies, or life-long friends, together and creates sheer happiness and adoration for each other, but love is never always about all that cliché domesticity. sometimes it’s all about the thrill and the danger that it brings along.

it was funny, really. how rafe, who wasn’t afraid to express his hatred for pogues, fell for one. love did work in mysterious ways, they said.

neither of you knew how you lasted for 8 months without getting caught, but both of you knew that the fun wouldn’t last for long before something would come in between.

he didn’t know that his dad and rose would be home earlier than they said. he thought he’d have the house to himself, that’s why he invited you to come. amidst a steamy make-out sesh did they walk in, followed by an argument between the two men. you awkwardly stood behind rafe, lips swollen and cheeks red as rose glared at you.

it didn’t end well, but when does it ever? forbidden love had its perks, but it also had its downfalls. ward demanded to break off whatever liaison his son had with you, whilst still raving about his disdain for the likes of you and how rafe turned out to be just like his disappointment of a sister. rafe decided that he’s had enough and stormed off with you.

that’s why rafe was in the cut at the dead of the night, standing in front of the chateau.

he shook his head, bringing out his phone to give you a call as he brought the large blanket closer to his chest.

incoming call: rafey <3

groaning, you reached out your hand and blindly patted around your bed for your ringing phone. the brightness of your phone glaring at you to the degree, making you hiss.

“rafe? it’s 2 in the morning, why the-” you grumbled, eyes fluttering close as sleep started to glaze over.

“come outside, babe. i’m on your front porch,” he said, taking in the sight of it before silently muttering, “if you could even call it a porch.”

“shut up, rafe,” you groaned, ending the call as you threw your blankets to the side and leaving your warm sanctuary to see your boyfriend. quietly making your way past john b’s room and jj, who was sleeping on the couch.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his torso as he placed a kiss on your temple.

“wanted to come see you, we don’t know to what extent my dad’ll go to make us break up, so let’s make the most of our time,” he shrugged, reaching out for your hand, he intertwined your fingers together and dragged you towards an open space.

rafe unfolded the blanket and spread it out, laying down on it as he opened his arms to invite you in.

snuggling into his embrace, you smiled softly, “you know, i’m usually the one who sneaks out to see you,”

he chuckled, his chest vibrating as he did, “yeah, but we gotta have some change now, i guess,”

you sighed, nuzzling deeper into his arms, “imagine if the clash between the kooks and pogues never existed, if the odds were in our favor, we would have lived happily,”

“we’ll get married,” rafe started, then tilted his head to look down at you, “a beach wedding, d’you want a beach wedding?”

“yeah,” you grinned, playing with the rings on his fingers, “then we’ll have two kids and a dog, and a house in between figure 8 and the cut,”

silence surrounded the both of you, sad smiles on your faces as you looked up at the twinkling stars. the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of the trees serving as a piece of calming music.

after a while, rafe began to speak up again, “are you… are you sure that this is worth all the secrecy, y/n?”

you furrowed your eyebrows, removing yourself from his hold to you look at him, “what?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “i just- we knew it would end one way or another, right?”

you paused, trying to let his words sink in before asking him, “what’re you trying to say, rafe?”

by now, he was already sitting up, “i’m just saying that we just got lucky that we lasted for nearly a year. i mean, it’s far-fetched, you’re a pogue, and i’m a kook. it would have been easier if you were like me,”

you scoffed pathetically, “oh, so it’s my fault now that i was born a pogue? well, i’m sorry that i couldn’t control how life works, that i have to work my ass off 24/7 to keep myself surviving,”

“you know that’s not what i meant, baby, it’s just that-“ rafe groaned, he didn’t know what else to say because that’s exactly what he meant.

“then what is it, rafe? you don’t know how hard it is to work multiple jobs just to keep yourself afloat, it’s unfair how we didn’t choose to live like this, yet you kooks torment us for trying to have food to serve on our tables,” you fumed, “so i’m sorry that we don’t have golden spoons sticking out of our mouths or that our daddies don’t give us whatever the hell we want,”

“i can’t believe you doubted us for even a second,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes to keep your tears from falling, “do you think this was all easy for me, rafe? because no, it wasn’t, but i still loved you with all that i am, with all that i have, because i knew that we’ll get through this.”

“y/n-”

“god, i can’t even look at you right now,” you stood up, grabbing your phone as you made your way back to the chateau, tears gathering in your eyes.

“y/n, wait, c’mon-”

rafe grabbed your arm, but you immediately removed it from his grasp as you whipped around, “you know, i may not have a lot to offer, but i knew that i made you happy and i loved you an awful lot, so i’m sorry if that wasn’t enough.”

you let the tears fall this time, looking at him one more time before going in and slamming the door shut, making jj jump up in surprise, “y/n?”

rafe stood there for a moment, trying to shake away the broken look on your face from his mind. he sauntered after you, knocking aggressively at the front door, “y/n, c’mon, i’m sorry, baby.”

john b rushed out of his room, jumbled and confused as he held the bat up, “wha-?”

you shoved him away and hurried back to your room. the two boys exchanged looks before opening the door. to say that they were shocked to see a disheveled rafe cameron on their doorstep was an understatement, “what the fuck are you doing in here, cameron?”

he ignored them and tried to push past them, “get outta the way, pogues,”

but they weren’t having it, they pushed him back with a glare. he scoffed, looking back once more before slowly backing off, grabbing the blanket before speeding away on his motorbike.

you wouldn’t choose to be here if you had a choice, but alas, if it means working at the midsummers and earning a decent salary with free champagne to drown your sorrows in, then you might just have to.

so, clad in a waitress’s apparel, too tight for your liking, and a tray of glasses of champagne in hand, you maneuvered your way towards the old uppity haughty kooks.

at a respectable distance, rafe was looking at you with a sad look on his face, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and tell you how sorry he is and how he loves you so much.

it was when topper’s voice snapped him out of his trance, “have you seen l/n’s ass in that uniform? i would’ve done her right then and there if she wasn’t a pogue,”

the sounds of his friends’ laughters fumed him, but instead of saying anything, he shot up out of his seat and approached you.

you momentarily glanced at him and swallowed, “champagne?”

he grabbed the glass that you shoved at his chest, fingers grazing over another, “y/n, please, i just want to talk,”

“i’m not here for you, cameron,” you caught a glimpse of his friends slowly approaching the both of you, sniggering from behind him, “i’m here to earn some money, so if you’ll excuse me,”

but before you could even make your way around them, topper and kelce harshly knocked on your shoulders, the tray of glasses breaking into pieces as it fell.

“watch it, pogue,”

gasps were heard across the room, as you staggered back from the force. you heard pope and jj run towards you, john b and kiara excusing themselves from the guests to follow.

you let out a shaky breath, crouching down to pick up the pieces as ward slowly walked over to scold you.

as they continued to laugh, they risked a glance to see a livid rafe glaring at them instead of laughing along with them, and with that, their laughter died down, a look of confusion replacing their amusement.

rafe looked around, catching the eye of his father who stopped in his tracks, a glint in his eye as if he was daring him to go help you, to ruin their family’s reputation.

without a single doubt, he took the broken shards from your hold and raised you up by your arms, earning another round of gasps from the crowd.

he looked at you, silently asking for permission. when a small smile tugged your lips, he leaned in slowly, closing in the proximity of your lips. your arms wrapped around his neck as his own wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

as you heard his father’s footsteps, rafe pulled away and grabbed your arm, sprinting into a run.

“rafe!”

the both of you burst into laughter as you dashed through the crowd, hands still intertwined as you looked for a quiet spot.

you stopped at their backyard, fairy lights hung from tree to tree, and the music from the platform softly echoing. trying to catch a breath, you let your head fall on his chest. rafe’s hand ran through your hair, “i’m sorry, y/n,”

“rafe-”

“no, no. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean what i said, okay? i love you too much,” he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks, “i’ll gladly give up the life i have right now if it means spending it with you. none of this luxury would compare to you, no amount of money would make me happy as you do.”

you pulled him into another kiss, running a hand through his hair. it was slow, sensual, something different from the type of intimacy you often did, as though if you rushed things, you’d open your eyes to see that everything was just a dream. rafe brought you closer than possible, a hand resting the other on the small of your back and on your hip, rubbing slow circles on the exposed skin.

pulling away slowly, you whispered a hoarse, “i love you, rafe cameron,”

he smiled softly, swaying slowly to the distant music. an aura of love and sovereignty enveloping the both of you in a bubble of your own. none of you cared about the rivalry anymore, or his father, or what other people would say. let them talk.

it wouldn’t bother you, because you had each other, and that’s what matters the most.

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heart like a garden. theodore nott x reader

antheia; goddess of gardens, flowers, swamps, and marshes. lover; a partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage.

“do you ever think much of... me?”

you heard theo’s sweet laughter fill the previous quiet air, his head turning towards yours, stopping his shuffling movements, “what a silly question.”

you almost felt yourself frown at his answer. it not exactly fulfilling your expectations of an answer, until he lied a hand against your cheek, grazing his thumb up and down against your cheekbone, the sweetest glint in his eyes, “of course i do, love. why wouldn’t i?”

you almost poured to his admiration. a striking smile on his face while he continued to stroke your cheek, as if putting you into a spell with how easily you begun to lean into his hand full of compassion of warmth and tenderness.

“you’re my darling,” it made you melt even more, smiling to his will. you watched him lean away, removing his hand from your face, causing you to frown.

you watched him begin to pick small flowers that surrounded your greatly. the different colorations of peddles blending together full of beauty and mesmerizing softness, appealing more and more as you stared.

he begun to twirl the green stems around his fingers as well as each other, and soon enough they begun to wine together themselves, causing him to pause, his eyes completely mesmerized with the contraction before meeting your own, also slightly captivated.

“sorry,” you mumbled, but he smiled, placing the fully spun flowers, now in the form of a crown on your head.

“damn flower witch,” he shook his own head, making sure the frail yet beautiful flowers looked correctly adjusted on your head. he couldn’t help but smile lightly.

you smiled softly in return before he went back to his full height from straightening out his back. you pressed your lips against his to his surprisal. he thought he could never be so in love with someone until he met you and your pretty face.

it was a rather strange situation involving pomona sprout’s garden. he had watched you for awhile leaned over the large planter with your hands hovering above some of the neglected greens. you watched them grow tremendously, as did he silently and slightly stunned as his head craned back to watch the plants grow till they were taller than both of you combined.

“awfully pretty,” he mumbled causing you to jump, turning your back away from him fast. you tightened your loosened tie instinctively as you stared back at him still rather startled.

“awfully like you,” you had mumbled back, causing him to smile looking down to his nicely shined shoes before back up. “although your quite frightening.”

you both had laughed then.

you adored that moment just as the many other moments the two of you had shared. like the one right then. the pair of you always went on a picnic on nice sunny days where the flower were flourishing with your help. you always put on a nice dress while he wore his usual lazy attire, but you could never complain. you adored him dressed up or not.

the two of you had suddenly fallen, theo rolling to his back while you were on top of him with fits of giggles in between the two of you. your knees pressed against the thin sheet from underneath the two of you when you rolled up.

he reached his hand up to your now straddling body, his fingers grazing across your cheek causing you to smile lightly, “aren’t you darling.”

your cheeks grew red as a rose with his compliments, something he loved.

theo then flipped the two of you over. him now hovered over you with a smile on his face, teasing but gentle. his lips once against met yours as he leaned down, trapping you underneath his body as you became overwhelmed with a good sickish feeling in your stomach.

he always knew how to make you feel good. he made your heart flow with so much love and admiration you never knew you had. you always wanted to feel this way, forever, with theo.

and theo would promise you endlessly that you were his garden that he would love forever.

slater’s note: ignore how cringy that was

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