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chaostudee · 4 months

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Always There For You

REQUEST | HIRT/COMFORT WITH RAFE CAMERON PLSSS

PAIRING | rafe cameron x maybank!reader

WARNINGS | allusion to child abuse, luke maybank, bruises, blood, angst, hurt/comfort, love confession, kinda enemies to lovers?

A/N | my first ever Rafe fic so bare with me 🙂

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Rafe was sitting in the living room, in the middle of rolling a joint when he heard rapid knocking on the front door. At first, he ignored it but the knocking got more aggressive. He groaned, getting up and marching to the front door.

"What?" He snapped the second the door was open. He expected anything but you standing before him, arms wrapped around yourself and clothes drenched from walking through the pouring rain. "Maybank? What are you-" He trailed off when he finally noticed the state you were in.

The bruises that lingered on your face and the bloody nose had Rafe already silently fuming. You and Rafe have an unspoken friendship if you dare to say that. Yes, you shouldn't like him. He's your brother's enemy, but Rafe was never actually rude to you, he does the usual bickering but in the end, you would both smile at each other and just go your ways.

Rafe himself doesn't understand what draws him to you. Maybe it's the way you're always smiling at him or standing up for your friends, even delivering a few punches when needed. Seeing you now, teary-eyed and hurt has him clenching and un-clenching his fists.

You sniffled, rubbing your arm nervously. "I'm sorry, I just...my brother's at a party and I didn't want to worry him. I...I didn't know where else to go..." you looked down at your feet. "Sorry, this was a stupid idea-"

Rafe didn't respond, you were about to turn around and leave but he quickly pulled you inside the house and into a hug, kicking the door shut with his foot.

The second you were in his embrace you broke down, sobs ragging through your shivering body. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands gripping tightly onto his shirt and face pressed into his chest.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his hand resting on the side of your head, with the other he rubbed your back soothingly.

He pulled back to get a better look at your face, brushing a stray of hair out of your face and wiping the tears away.

"Who did this to you?" he asked and you closed your eyes shaking your head. "Hey, Hey, you're safe here. Okay?"

You open your eyes again. You could see in his eyes that he was truly concerned for your well-being.

Taking a shaky breath you muttered. "M-My dad...it was my Dad."

You watched him taking a deep breath before he goes to grab his keys. You quickly took hold of his arm.

"Wait! Please don't go... don't leave me here alone." you whimpered, bottom lip quivering and your grip tight. "Please, Rafe."

He sighed, placing the keys back in their designed bowl. "Come, let's get you fixed up." he grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs to his room. He made you sit on the edge of his bed, before going to the attached bathroom.

While he was gone you could take in his room, the luxurious furniture and pictures that probably cost more than you will ever archive in your life.

A few moments later Rafe came back with a small first-aid kit, a damp rag, and fresh clothes for you. He kneels before you, placing the stuff beside you, and starts to gently rub the dried blood off your face.

You hissed a few times when he graced a sore spot but you couldn't focus on the pain right now, more on how beautiful his eyes were. You developed feelings for Rafe for a while now, but never made a move because you knew JJ wouldn't approve of this at all.

At this moment you couldn't care less about your brother or the pogues. Your only focus is on Rafe and how gently he's with you. "Thank you..." you mumbled after he put the rag aside.

He flashes you a little smile. "No need to thank me. I've barely done anything."

"You could've just slammed the door in my face." You remarked, smiling a little.

"True. I would've to everyone else, but never to you," he confessed, continuing to fix you up.

"And why is that?" you asked in a teasing tone.

Suddenly he stopped what he was doing, his hands falling to rest on your knees, his eyes locking onto yours. "Because I like you. I like you a lot, actually."

"Y-You do?"

"How can I not? You're fucking amazing," he said, his hands now reaching up to cup your face, smirking. "For a Maybank."

You hit his arm playfully. "You're a jerk."

"Probably, but I still fixed your beautiful face." he teased, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you..."

"It's not your fault." you reminded him softly and he pulled back again.

"And neither is it yours, it's him, it's all him, you understand?"

When you nodded he grabbed the clothes next to you, placing them on your lap. "You should go take a warm shower. Don't want you getting a cold now."

You got up and made your way to the bathroom, smiling when you realized he gave you some of his clothes and closed the door behind you.

Rafe was patiently waiting on his bed, planning in his head what to do when he pays good old Luke Maybank a visit tomorrow. There's no way he will get away with this.

He gets pulled out of his thoughts when he hears the bathroom door unlock, smiling at the way his shirt almost reaches your knees. His smile faltered when he saw the bruises that formed all over your legs.

"Feeling better?" he asked, getting up to pull you into another hug.

You nod against him, mumbling softly. "Just tired."

Nothing more had to be said and Rafe swept you off the ground. You yelped in surprise, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. He carried you to the left side of his bed, lowering you onto it with utmost care.

He pulled the covers up before smoothly jumping over you on the free spot, savoring the way you laughed at him and hoping to hear it every day.

You were both lying on your sides, facing each other so close with your nose almost touching his. You reached a hand up to caress his face while he was tracing his finger up and down your arm.

"I-" Before you could speak his lips were on yours in a captivating kiss that had you closing your eyes and your head spiraling.

His hand went to the back of your neck to pull you closer, if that was even impossible. He only pulled back to let you breathe, smirking at your flustered expression.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do this," he said and you chuckled, having waited for an opportunity like this yourself for too long.

"I can imagine." you smiled at him, shuffling closer to snuggle against him.

He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. He's glad he could finally confess his feelings for you, the situation could have been a better one though, but a situation like that would never happen again now that he's got you safely in his arms and you can be sure he'll never let go of you again.

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chaostudee · 8 months

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third time's a charm - p.p

pairing : peter parker x female reader summary : it takes three attempts before peter can successfully pop the question. warnings : none? words : 2.2k a/n : this may or may not be based on that one friends episode. also this has not been proofread so im sorry for any mistakes <3

peter had been debating on proposing for awhile now though there was little thought put into the whole ordeal for there had needn't be. peter knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted to spend the rest of life with the person he loved the most. he could only hope that you would wish the same.

"you know i'm not particularly comfortable in participating in the picking out of my daughter's engagement ring" tony confessed as he stood with peter in the jewelers.

in truth peter had not decided to bring tony along for the reason he believed, for the support of a father figure. the main reasoning was for financial reasons as it is a known fact that tony stark is not experiencing money problems though peter parker is.

"well i'm sorry but all the others were busy" peter admits with a shrug as he digs his hands deeper in the pockets of his jacket. tony tries to keep a straight face as he looks downward at him as he is in the know that the others were not in fact overwhelmed by their hectic schedules.

a year ago, peter would have never expected to be where he stood now. last year he had given up on the whole idea of spending the rest of your life with someone when mj had rejected his own proposition to married life. at first he was hurt in her rejection but now looking back he understands.

" so kid" tony rubs his hands together and looks around the store waringly as though a mob of fans might barge through but he had reserved the jewlers for a set time. "you see anything you fancy or y/n might fancy should i say".

peter seems to be starstruck with the selection in front of him, disallowing him the ability to respond. the numerous diamonds regulated an energy that glistened and glimmered in the early morning sun.

" i mean they are all great tony.....". peter looks over at tony only to find him glaring back at him due to use of his first name. "m-mr. stark" he corrected himself, bringing his eyes back to the display.

he scanned the many rows that held the content that he desired and his eyes widened at the costing prices. lets just say that he was glad of his accompaniment with a millionaire.

"that one". peter points to a certain ring that caught his eye. it was different from the rest but in a way that stood apart from the others, holding its own radiance. peter had witnessed this before. this feeling. it was when he met you.

tony nods and gestures to the man at the counter. as he pulls out his card to process the transaction tony can't help but smother a smile as peter stares longingly at the ring. maybe he wasn't so pleased that his daughter was leaving him but glad that she would have peter.

...

"so you're really doing this?" ned confirms as he flips open the velvet box to examine the ring once again.

peter stood in front of the mirror and for the eleventh time he adjusted his tie. any way that he looked at it, it appeared crooked and crumpled. it had to look perfect. tonight would have to be perfect.

"yes ned i am" peter says turning around to find him sitting on the bed and in the dim light of his room, watch how the diamond sparkled in the light. "is my tie okay?".

ned snaps the box shut and sighs to himself before pulling himself up from the bed. it was obvious that peter was nervous. "dude it looks great, you'll be great". with one last tug ned fixes the tie and this time it meets peter's standards.

"thanks man". peter takes one last look in the mirror, smoothing down his hair and then checking the time briefly on his watch. overtime it had become damaged yet he refused to take it off with it being the only memory he held from his father.

"ring" peter instructs ned to hand him the box. ned hands it over and when peter pictures it on your wedding finger he can feel the butterflies in his stomach. he's unsure whether it is nerves or the effect you have on him, most likely both.

...

"do you know what you're celebrating?" natasha asks as she pulls her gaze from the back of your head, the curler held firmly in her hand.

you shrug because you can't even confirm that it is an occasion but it seemed far too fancy and nostalgic to be heading to the restaurant where you had your first date wearing a tight black dress, simply because he wanted to take you out for dinner.

things between you and peter had been great recently, so great in fact that you had lingered outside a jewellers one friday morning.

you smiled to yourself as you spotted a ring in the mirror. you imagined peter getting down on one knee and him popping the question. but a girl can dream.

"all done" natasha said as she released your hair from the curler, running her fingers through your curls.

"thanks babes" you reply looking back at your reflection in the mirror.

laying her head on your shoulder nat smiles at you. "you look beautiful y/n".

you chuckle. "thanks, hopefully peter thinks the same".

nat pulls away from you giving you a shocked expression. "girl be so for real, peter is so in love with you that you could wear a paper bag and he'd still think you were attractive".

...

peter nervously fiddled with the cuff of his suit jacket as you and him stood in the entrance on the restaurant, waiting to be seated.

"you okay?" you ask noticing your boyfriends state.

peter exhales and smiles over at you. he squeezes your hand and then kisses your forehead softly.

"of course, i'm here with you".

you could'nt help but smile. he could always make you smile.

"i love this dress by the way" he states, running his fingers along the sheer fabric.

"oh you do?" you tease knowing that by the way his eyes sparkled he was thinking about your first date.

"you look more beautiful then our first date, if that's even possible".

god this man. he was forever giving you compliments that made your heart skip a beat. one of these days you were going to have a heart attack.

you are pulled from your moment when you hear clapping and cheering nearby. you turn to see the couple nearby. the women held the engagement ring in the palm of her hand still covered in cake crumbs. still in shock she watched as her partner got down on one knee. he asked the obvious question and everyone wanted on in anticipation.

milliseconds after she nods then says yess. everyone claps before going back to their food.

"that was cute" peter states, taking a bite of his cheesecake.

you shrug. "sure, but i'd hate to be proposed to that way it's kinda....cheesy".

peters face drops at your comment. just as your fork is about to sink into the cake he pulls it from your grasp.

"hey what the hell?!".

"you can't have this"

"why not?"

"y/n...."

you ignore him and take a bite but stop when you see something glistening inside.

you look up at peter bit he hangs his head knowing that you had spotted it.

"peter...."

he shakes his head begging you not to talk, instead calling the waiter over for the bill.

...

"i'm telling you nat i've never felt so guilty in my life, like i literally told him outright that i thought it was cheesy".

nat tuts and paces your room deep in thought.

throwing your hands up in the air you sigh. "god nat he hasn't even properly spoken to me all week, everytime i bring it up he just changes the subject i-".

"why don't you propose to him?".

nat catches you off guard.

noticing your silence she elaborates. "i mean he won't expect it and i dont know i think it would be cute".

you ponder for a moment and smile to yourself when you remember the ring you had tucked away in your bottom dresser.

nat watches as you pull out the box and gasps when she realises what it is.

"holy shit y/n when did you get this?!"

you blush. "about a year ago....".

nat face softens. "and you wouldn't even admit you were in love with him" she scoffs with an eyeroll.

you jab her with your elbow and she laughs.

"ask him"she says sternly.

you smile and nod. "i will".

...

your heart thumped fast in your chest. it was an early saturday morning and you were waiting for peter. you had told him to meet you at your favourite spot. a willow tree hanging over a small lake. along with that it was also a park where you and peter had met. you had hoped he would appreciate the sentiment.

peter and you had been distant ever since the restaurant incident but you still had hope. there were a few runners out at this hour and you smiled as woman ran past you.

her dog came running behind her but instead of following her it decides to take a detour and head in your direction.

you had no fear of dogs but this was a pitbull and a big one and it didn't look friendly.

you stood up as it neared and when it started barking you got worried. the woman had gone and simply hadn't noticed her dog had gone missing.

just as the dog was about to punce you jump up onto the bench out of reach.

you close your eyes and try to drown out the noise. you try to change your footing but end up slipping onto the grass nearby. you hear something drop but that isn't your concern when you feel the dog approaching.

luckily the owner came just in time.

"come here max come here!".

"omg are you okay?!" she asks helping you up.

you swallow and nod trying not to show your fear.

"i'm fine don't worry".

she clips the leash onto the dog before apologizing again.

you sigh when the two walk in the other direction.

lookinh out onto the lake you check the time, peter would be here any minute now.

you feel in your pocket for the ring box and your heart stopped when you realised it wasn't there. shit you thought internally. it must have fallen out when you fell. you look around the surrounding area for any sign of it but no luck.

its only when you spot the box bouncing on the waters surface that you had fucked up. and just at that moment peter showed up.

tears began to well in your eyes. you had wanted it to be perfect.

"hey" peter greets you with a smile but it drops when he sees you begin to cry.

he rubs his hands up and down your arms.

"what's wrong darling??" he asks lookinv you straight in the eye as he speaks making it harder for you to get your words out.

you point to the box that had now floated out into the middle of the lake and had now begun to sink.

"is that-"

"i was going to propose to you".

"oh baby.....i'm sorry" he whispers kissing your head.

"i wanted it to be perfect for you" you mumble.

he lifts your chin up with his finger.

"i can't believe you were going to propose".

"well i love you peter".

"i love you too baby".

you chuckle. "two proposals gone wrong, just our rotten luck".

he smiles. "we'll get it right one day".

...

about a month leter peter was sat up in bed admiring his girlfriend as she slept. god she's so beautiful he thought. he traced his hand up her bare arm. god he loved her. he loves every inch of her. he loved how she scrunched her nose when she laughs. he loved how she would always get so worried when he got back from his missons. he loved how she would play with his hands when she was bored. but what he loved the most was that he could call her his.

he loved calling her his girlfriend but truthfully he had become jealous of tony because he could call pepper his wife.

"baby, wake up" he whispered in your ear.

you groan. you had never been a morning person.

"whaaat" you mumble your eyes full of sleep.

"this finger is looking kind of bare".

you open one eye fully to see peter holding your ring finger. he looks up at you mischeviously.

"marry me".

you sit up placing your hands on his cheeks. you put your forehead against his.

you kiss him softly and when you pull away you watch as peter waits anxiously for your answer.

"so...?'

"yess you idiot!!!" you exclaim embracing him and pushing him back down on the bed.

he brushes a piece of hair out of your face and grins when he recalls your new title.

he nuzzles his nose against yours.

"what did i say? third times a charm".

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